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Chapter 6



Formerly 25



Dutch Gets Engaged




Later that same evening Dutch managed to get Rosa alone. Kathy had been pestering him to let her sit on his lap while perusing the computer and as much as he loved the idea of her ripe body astride his lap and his erection, he had more important business to conduct. And so at the risk of hurting her feelings, he ordered Kathy out of the “office” and after she had slouched on out, mouthing silent protests, he and Rosa were alone at last.



“Didn’t want her rubbing herself all over you did you?” She said, shocking him with her words.



“What?”



“I can see where this is going, may I remind you she’s just turned eighteen.”



“Hey,” he said somewhat testily, I was only trying to . . .”



“Get in her pants?”



“Come on Rosa, I didn’t mean anything of the kind. I’m trying hard to bring a father image to our relationship. She’s . . .”



“A horny teenager?”



“Well, yeah, she is that, but she’s also at an age where she has to, or feels she has to test her femininity with a male. I happened to be handy.”



Rosa laughed in his face.



He could tell she was worked up about something but not what. Women, he thought, if she knew what he was about to do….



“Dutch?”



“Mmmm?”



“You look like you’re a million miles away. We’re having a serious conversation, come on back.”



“I’m sorry, truly I am.”



Without thinking, he reached out and pulled her against him, kissing her mouth passionately. His hands slid down her back, and he could feel her trembling as they kissed; felt the passion building. She leaned harder against him, and he fell gently against the wall. With one arm tight around her waist, he slowly moved his other hand up her side, under her arm. She moaned and pushed forward as his thumb touched her nipple, circling it gently, causing it to grow hard. She moaned against his mouth, pressing one leg between him and lightly grinding against him. There was no way in the world that she wouldn’t be able to tell how turned on he was at that exact moment. His finger and thumb met — the tip of her nipple between them.



He broke off the kiss and immediately began to stammer. “I . . . I . . . been leery of relationships, um, I mean, prolonged relationships, ever since, um, Marilyn and I split up. I don’t need the pain or the heartache that goes with the dissolution of a relationship, you know?”



“Whatever are you . . .?”



He squeezed her nipple a little harder, and she brought her thigh up, rubbing it hard against his crotch. Her fingers clawed at the back of his head, and they renewed the kiss, their tongues reaching, stroking, as they sought more from each other. He wanted to taste her, feel her nipple in his mouth. Pulling away from her lips, he started kissing down her neck, lazily running his tongue against her sweet skin. Her hands pushed the top of his head down, coaxing him, guiding him to where she wanted his mouth. He could smell her skin and her excitement, adding to his own.



He lifted her chin with his finger, looking into her watery eyes and tried reading her thoughts. It didn’t work. He went on instinct.



“God, I want you more than I’ve ever wanted anything in my whole life, Rosa. I want to hold you until the end of time. I want to make you happy, share your victories and your disappointments. I wish I could express to you exactly what I feel for you, but I can’t seem to find the words.”



“You’re doing pretty good so far,” she whispered. A single tear rolled down her cheek.



“I love you.” The words fell from his lips easily, and cupping her face in his hands, he leaned down and kissed her softly and then pulled back, brushing the tears back from her cheeks.



“Will you marry me?”



Rosa blinked back more tears, unable to think or talk.



She had a million things to say, or thought she did, but after a pause decided on a simple, “Thank you for asking. I accept, yes, I will marry you.”



Only no words came out.



“Rosa, I said, will you marry me?”



“Marry you?” She croaked and cursed herself for her own ineptitude.



“Yes.”



“Me?”



“Yes.”



She struggled to say something, anything that wasn’t inane and blurted, “I always wanted my guy to kneel down. You know, I mean a proposal has a kind of ritualistic bearing to it, right?”



“I guess . . .”



“So?”



He knelt down on one knee and looked up at her. “Rosa, will . . . will you do me the honor of accepting this proposal of marriage?”



“There’s no ring,” she said calmly, although her heart was racing faster than it ever had before.



“Pardon?”



“A ring . . . haven’t you thought this out?” And she was immediately chagrined at her lack of decency. The poor guy was asking her to marry him and she had been hoping for weeks that he would. Why in God’s name was she tormenting him now?”



“Oh shit . . . I forgot!” he said, reaching into his pocket.



In the next room, Kathy, eavesdropping as usual, lost her balance and fell on her ass, but neither Rosa nor Dutch heard a sound. Both were staring at the ring encased in the jeweler’s box after he had pried it open.



“My God!” was the extent of Rosa’s audible commentary, what she was actually thinking was indescribable.



“I know, I know, it’s not the biggest ring in the world . . .”



She found her voice at last. “It isn’t?” Her eyes were popping out of her head. Rosa had never seen anything close to this size diamond, nor had she ever heard of a stone this large other than the famous “Hope” Diamond and of course the rock Liz got from her Marc Anthony, better known as Richard Burton.



“Do you like it?”



“Like . . . it?” I absolutely adore it!” Kathy! Kathy come here, NOW!”



The door swung open and the young teen rushed in. “What? What? What?”



“Look, Look, Look!” she blurted, brandishing the ring for Kathy to see.



“Oh, my God! Oh, my God! Mama, you’re engaged!”



“Yes! Yes!”



“How wonderful!”



And they hugged and danced around the room until Rosa broke away shouting, “Mom, I got to tell Mom!”



Dutch stood there dumbfounded. One minute Rosa was hedging on whether to accept his offer of marriage, the next she’d gone ballistic.



As Rosa dialed her mother, Sue, Kathy used the opportunity to give Dutch a hug of her own, followed by a French kiss. Absentmindedly, he groped her ass then realized what was happening and after just the briefest of squeezes, let his hand brush over her breast. Then he stepped away and told Kathy, “See if your Mother needs you,” and gave her a friendly swat on the behind.



Kathy skipped merrily out to find Rosa and they hugged again as Rosa was trying to describe the size of the diamond to her equally excited mother.



Maybe a minute passed before Rosa, still on the phone, called out, “Dutch!” And never took her eyes off the diamond, “Just how big is this thing?”



“Something over 3 carets,” he said, worried that it wasn’t sufficient.



“Three carets! Oh, my God!” and she was off again, half hysterical, half overjoyed.



“Well you got us such a great deal on the house . . .” He began.



Rosa seized on the ‘us’ and her heart was overcome with pure love for this man. When she hung up the phone, he took her into his arms and calmed her down, telling her she still needed to have the ring properly sized and mounted.



“It can all be done tomorrow,” he told her. You can also have it appraised at another jeweler’s and get it insured and all the other stuff that goes with it.”



“What other stuff?” She asked wondering if they would really have the ring ready tomorrow.



Kathy interrupted them, calling a quick goodbye and dashed over to Peggy’s to tell her the news.



“I don’t know, isn’t there other stuff involved?”



“Beats me,” she said staring at her diamond, still not accepting that it was hers.



“I know this will kill you,” he said, “but put the ring back into the box so we don’t lose the stone somewhere, it is loose in that setting, I couldn’t buy it and not let you see, but it’s not ready to wear just yet.”



Sighing longingly, she agreed, but only after wearing it for a few more minutes did she finally put in into the box for safekeeping.



“Are you hungry?” He asked.



“A little. Want to go out and grab something?”



“Yeah,” he said, “sounds good.



Rosa’s friskiness was back and she wanted to do something special for Dutch and on an impulse she asked, “Honey, do you have a favorite fantasy?”



“A fantasy? Like what?”



“Oh, like . . . having six women at a time, you know, like your own harem. Something like that.”



“I don’t know . . . I’d have to think about that. How ’bout you?”



“Me? Oh, I’d like to lie naked on a bed and have fruit and whipped cream and maybe chocolate sauce smeared all over my body and then my prince would show up and lick it all off of me.”



“Sounds like you’ve had this . . . fantasy for a while.”



“Mmmm,’ she leered at him, “maybe I have.”



“They looked at each other and the room seemed much warmer than it had been only moments before.



“Get naked,” he told her. I’ll see what I can put together. Without a word, Rosa scampered into the bedroom and began tearing off her clothes. Dutch poked his head in the doorway and said, “It’s all right to start without me. I may be a few minutes getting things together.”



Several minutes passed before he checked on Rosa. Opening the bedroom door he saw she had two fingers moving in and out of her cunt while the fingers of her other hand calmly wiggled the pink glistening folds at the top of her cleft, one in particular was flicking her clit, circling it and then flicking it, teasing it over and over again as the fingers on her other hand surged in and out, of her pussy, making wet sucking noises with each thrust.



All the while, Rosa’s breasts jiggled up and down, her nipples hard with excitement; seeming to be begging for him to touch them, or pinch them, or bite them.



He hurried over to her and set his tray of materials down on the floor beside her. On the tray were: A bowl of ice cubes, several large sized strawberries, a quart of vanilla ice cream, a plastic bottle of Hershey’s chocolate and some whipped cream.



“Don’t stop,” he said. “I’ve brought a few things to entertain us.”



“Mmmmm,” she moaned, quite close to coming already. He decided to let her have her orgasm and start over after she had recovered from it. Her fingers blurred and a grimace appeared on her face. One hand had gravitated to her left breast and was tweaking that nipple.



And right before his eyes she grunted and started to come. She went rigid and then slowly relaxed a beatific smile on her face.



Perhaps a minute passed. Her eyes opened and she focused on him.



“You’re late. I came without you.”



“I’m sure you’ll come again,” he grinned at her.



“I’m sure I will too. So what have you got for me?”



With that, Dutch took the chocolate syrup and poured some over the strawberries. He lifted them above her head and let some chocolate drip off and onto her face before lowering the fruit to her open, waiting mouth.



Rosa bit into the strawberry then giggled, “Hope you’re going to clean this mess up.”



“Don’t worry, everything’s going into the washer, and that includes you.”



She was laughing hard as he leaned forward and licked some chocolate sauce from her nose. They kissed, gently, and he shared some ice cream with her, placing a small spoonful on her tongue and then trying playfully to steal it from her.



Then his hand reached down and came up with an ice cube.



“What are you going to do with that?” She asked, eyes glittering with renewed desire.



He didn’t answer, but used the very tip of the ice cube to circle around her areola of her right breast while placing his mouth on the other. The distinction of hot and cold, applied at the same time sent a thunderbolt to Rosa’s cunt. Her back arched, sending her breasts up and out to meet whatever pleasurable substances he choose to apply next.



He used whipped cream and ice cream and teased her elongated tips with a half-bitten strawberry, eventually offering it to her extended tongue. Then he went to work on her breasts, licking the gooey substances from her chest.



“What, no chocolate?” She whined, pretending to be offended.



“I’ve got that covered. Thing is, where do you want me to cover you with it?”



“Everywhere.”



He’d dipped his finger in the chocolate and was traced a warm brown line along her neck and shoulder.



“Jesus, that feels . . . so sexy!”



“Does it now?” He asked with a broad grin on his face.



“And nasty, too.”



“How so?” He asked circling her nipples with the dark brown syrup.



“It’s like you’re coming on me. And that’s both naughty and nasty. But it feels good, and so you want to . . .”



He had poured a good amount into the palm of his hand and was rubbing into her pussy.



Rosa’s leg’s opened of their own volition, and she bit her bottom lip in anticipation.



“Oh, Christ, yeah! Right there! Oh, yes!”



“Good eh?” Two chocolate coated fingers slithered into her gooey cunt and located her “G” spot.



“Shit! I’m coming again!”



“Please not while I’m having desert,” he laughed and dropped a scoop of vanilla ice cream on her slightly opened cunt as his fingers departed and his mouth descended upon her.



She would never be sure just what triggered the explosive orgasm that followed. It may have be the mere thought of what was transpiring; or the sudden chill of the ice cream on her volcano hot cunt. But in her heart Rosa was convinced that the touch of his fiery tongue as it propelled the ice cream into her was the cause of her orgasmic convulsions.



Later reminiscing over their antics, she told him that it had been incredible. The ice cream — and his tongue moving the cold mixture around inside her as his finger played with her swollen clitoris.



Added to that was the fact that he kept it up — her coming didn’t stop him. He added more ice cream to her cunt until the entire area was a mess of vanilla and chocolate smeared all over his face.



When Rosa had recovered some, she noticed the whipped cream and said “How come you didn’t use any of that on me?”



“That’s for you to use on me,” he grinned lewdly at her.



Picking up the canister she used a liberal amount to create a frothy mound over his turgid cock and balls before applying her mouth and a generous amount of suction to cleaning it off. Since he hadn’t come, she smeared a generous portion of chocolate syrup over his member and before she could get her mouth on it, he spun her body around and rammed his prick into her still food-speckled pussy. Within thirty seconds they were both coming and afterward lay exhausted on the soiled sheets.



“So, how was it? He asked.



“Better than I ever imagined it would be,” she purred contentedly as his left hand stroked her chocolate stained thigh.



“Let’s get cleaned up and grab a bite to eat,” he said.



“Not just a bite to eat, Dutch. We’ve got to celebrate . . . you know, dinner and dancing. I’ve got just the dress and you can even wear a tie, that is if you want to,” she cooed, batting her eyelashes at him.



Dutch couldn’t have been happier.



“Maybe we’ll walk along the beach; maybe make love again.” She smiled at him, her love evident in the sparkle in her eyes.



***



Several hours later and after a wholesome meal, Dutch and Rosa found a new place that featured dancing and were seated at a table close to the bar.



It was almost eleven and the trio of musician’s were belting out a pretty good version of “Fly Me to the Moon,” when Rosa saw the woman sitting down on a bar stool near them and order a drink. From the expression on her face Rosa knew she was alone.



“So, Dutch, you never told me what you fantasy was,” she said, pretending to pout.



“I told you I hadn’t really given any thought,” he smiled back and rose asking her to dance as the trio moved into the classic “Scotch and Soda.”



“Do you know this tune?” He asked as they pressed closer together.



“No, I don’t think I do. It’s rather nice, and the singer has a nice voice too.”



“It’s called Scotch and Soda, kind of a bluesy lament.”



“Mmmmm,” she sighed, content with her life for the first time in years.



“And you’ll never guess who had the hit record. Well, it wasn’t a big hit, but it was on a great album and over the years has become a kind of standard in jazz circles.”



“I haven’t the foggiest,” she said and worked her thigh between his legs, and then giggled.



“The Kingston Trio, but it was a solo and I never knew which one recorded it.”



Rosa gave him a typical female response indicating a deep interest in what he was saying, but not really caring about the music. What was really on her mind was discovering what Dutch’s fantasy was. After giving her that gorgeous ring and following through by letting her live her own fantasy — and making it better than she had ever thought it could be — she wanted only to please him as much as he had her.



And so as Dutch lost himself in the music, Rosa scanned the patrons in the mirror behind the bar. She had already studied several couples seated at nearby tables and found none interesting enough to pay further attention too. She also ignored an older man apparently waiting for someone to arrive.



However, the lone woman was still at the bar and caught her attention and this time held it. There was something about her, but she couldn’t put her finger on it. The woman was nursing the drink and smoking a cigarette.



Rosa found herself staring at the woman wearing a pair of skin tight jeans, cowboy boots and a sexy red top that complemented her black or at least very dark hair. An expensive leather jacket was slung over the back of her barstool completed her ensemble. Then Rosa realized the woman was crying, for she pulled a tissue from her purse and dabbed at both eyes and blew her nose before taking a long drink from her glass.



‘A woman with problems,’ Rosa thought. “Dutch,” she said softly, “Check out the cowboy boots at the bar.”



He took a long look and turned to face Rosa, “Very nice, but why are you telling me to check out the competition?”



“I don’t think I have any competition as far as you’re concerned. We got engaged this afternoon, remember?”



“Of course I do. I just meant . . .”



“Have you thought about your fantasy?”



“Umm, not too much.”



“How do two women sound?”



“Great. But you know that already, I mean after Alice and Robert and you and I partied . . . I just thought . . .”



“I mean with a complete stranger . . . like her.”



“Hell, Rosa, I don’t want to chase after anyone. I’ve got you and I’m happy.”



“So . . . how’s this sound to you. I seduce her and you watch us and join in after a while?”



“Sounds like it just became my fantasy,” he said smiling. “In the meantime, would you care to dance?”



Smiling back at him, Rosa shook her head ‘no.’ “Later,” she smiled. “Let me strike up a conversation with her first. If she’s worth pursuing you dance with her first, okay?”



“Sure,” he said and leaned back in his chair as Rosa stood up and made her way over to the woman wearing the cowboy boots. Dutch watched as all the men in the place mentally raped Rosa and the other woman as Rosa stood next to her.



Slowly, the woman realized Rosa was next to her and her eyes took her in, appraising her automatically as she had with every other woman she’d met for years.



“Can I bum a smoke from you?” Rosa asked feeling slightly embarrassed from all the male attention she was receiving.



The woman turned away from Rosa, reached for the package of Marlboro’s on the bar next to her and pushed them closer to Rosa.



“Help yourself,” she said. And when Rosa had shaken one lose from the pack, the woman held a lighter out and lit it, allowing Rosa to light up.



“Many thanks,” Rosa said, “It’s been a while. I just felt the need. My date just said something that got on my nerves and rather than start an argument with him . . . well I wanted to put some space between us and you were handy. So thanks again.”

“Don’t mention it,” the woman said with a wane smile. “No man is worth smoking over,” she said and they both thought of the double meaning behind the words and began to laugh. “Well… I guess some leave you smoking afterward, and some are just pigs.”



Rosa threw her arm around the woman, saying, “You’re funny. And to think I thought I saw you crying a minute ago.”



“I was, but you seem to have cheered me up. Can I buy you a drink?”



“Okay, my name’s Rosa, that character at the table is Dutch, my fiancée; and that’s as of today.”



“Well, congratulations, Rosa. My name is Clarice, Clarice Verblanc.”



They shook hands. “Glad to meet you Clarice.”



“Likewise, I’m sure,” Clarice responded.



“Yeah, I was tearing up a bit. I came home from work and found my husband in bed with my sister.”



“My God, that must have been some scene.”



“Not really. They don’t know I saw ‘em.” The tears began to roll down her cheeks and Rosa used her napkin to dab them away.



“Thanks,” Clarice said and sniffed. “I still can’t believe it. My sister, that fuckin’ cow . . . sorry, about the language,” she paused and stopped to light her own cigarette. “I should have guessed she’d make a move on him . . .”



“Maybe it was the other way around,” Rosa suggested.



“Does it really matter? I mean, there they were screwing each other’s brains out . . .” Clarice was crying in earnest now, “And on my goddamn bed . . .”



She sniffed again and the tears came to a halt. “Anyway I need to get away before I did something stupid.”



“Probably the best thing you could do under the circumstances,” Rosa said, commiserating with her.



Rosa crushed her cigarette out in the ashtray.



“Say, why not join us? We’d love some company and I’m sure you need some right now too.”



“Why not?” Clarice said and grabbing her purse with one hand, swung her skin tight jeans around, scooped up her leather jacket with the other and followed Rosa back to the table where Dutch was waiting.



Dutch saw to it that the drinks kept coming and eventually Clarice warmed to him as she had to Rosa. Soon it was as if they were old friends having the time of their lives. But Dutch noticed all the attention Rosa was paying to their new friend, rubbing her shoulder, touching her arm and squeezing her hand while emphasizing a point.



“Hey,” Clarice yelled, “You guys only got engaged today. You should be dancing, not bullshitting with me.” And she picked up her purse and made ready to leave.



“No!” Rosa yelled out. “Here, now you’re right we should be dancing, but I want you to dance with him first.”



“I couldn’t,” Clarice protested.



“Why not? You need to be held by a man and Dutch here is a damn good man.” She giggled, and continued, “Not to mention he’s hung like a stallion!”



“Rosa!” Dutch yelled in protest, “Don’t give away all my secrets,” he added with a faint laugh as he rose and held his hand out to Clarice, who also got up.



Dutch gave Rosa a knowing look, first making sure that Clarice couldn’t see his expression and then with his arm around her waist they headed out onto the dance floor.



It took three dances before a slow tune began and Dutch gathered Clarice in his arms in a very gentlemanly manner.



“You are a good dancer, Dutch.”



“Thank you. May I say you’re not so bad yourself.”



“Tell me, how did you come by Dutch as a nickname?”



With a straight face he replied, “It’s my real name.”



Her hand flew to her mouth. “Oh . . . I am so sorry.”



He laughed and said, “Just kidding. I got it in the Navy. My best buddy was Dutch and we were inseparable.” He frowned and continued. “There was a stupid accident and he was killed. Me too. Almost anyway. The guys gave it to me, partly because of our friendship and partly because I was with him at the time and they all wanted to remember him.”



She leaned her body into his, relaxing for the first time. “That’s so sad. I’m sorry I asked, but glad I did at the same time. Is that dumb or something?”



“No, not at all. It makes perfect sense. And his leg slipped between hers just as the music ended. When they’d made their way back to the table he ordered another round of drinks.



The band took a break.



Clarice looked at the couple next to her and smiled. Rosa placed her hand on Clarice’s.



Clarice felt the drinks working on her and as much as she was enjoying their company, decided she had better go. But go to what? She thought.



Still she felt she had to do something. “I’ve really got to go.” She announced. “You two have been just the ticket. I really needed someone to talk with . . . spend some time with, and the two of you . . .”



Her voice broke and she started to get up from the table, but her legs didn’t provide the support she required and she staggered, and would have fallen if Dutch hadn’t caught her.



“Hey, are you all right?” He asked, truly concerned.



“Do you live nearby?” Rosa inquired.



“Yeah, maybe two miles. Oh, Dutch, I’m fine. Too much to drink I guess, but I’m perfectly capable of driving . . .”



“Well we can’t let you drive. Why don’t we take you home and you can pick up the car tomorrow?”



“Oh I couldn’t impose on you guys…” Clarice protested.



Rosa noticed it was a weak protest and pushed the point. Clarice, now leaning against Dutch took a deep breath and said, “I meant to tell you….” she pointed a finger at Dutch. “You have the nicest aftershave….”



“Thank you, Rosa bought it for me. Would you like the name?”



“Yeah, I… I’ll buy some for my hus….” Reminded of why she was out drinking, Clarice burst into tears.



Rosa used the opportunity to usher her out of the lounge and toward her van, thinking they might be putting the air mattress in the back to good use tonight.



After breathing in some fresh air, Clarice lost her maudlin feelings and leaned against Dutch again. Suddenly she felt incredibly sexy and summoning up the nerve she certainly lacked while sober, said, “Is it true you’re hung like a horse?”



“Naw,” he said in reply, “But I am big. Wanna see it?”



She never would have said what she did next sober, but she did and the word was out of her mouth before she could stop it. “Sure,” she blurted, “I’m game.”



Dutch tossed Rosa the keys and opened the rear door, gave Clarice a soft pat on the ass and said, “After you and I get in we’ll have the unveiling.”



Clarice found that funny and giggled hysterically as she climbed in and sat down on the air mattress.



“All the comforts, eh?” She giggled, not because of the mattress, which was not uncommon in vans, but because she had just realized she liked the feel of his hand on her butt.



Would he really show her his cock, she wondered. She glanced around the parking lot had three cars in it and one of them was hers.



He didn’t keep her waiting, but after unbuckling his pants, he quickly lowered them and they fell around his ankles. He wore no underwear, and his erection while not complete, was formidable enough.



“Put the light on, Rosa, give her a decent look,” he said quietly and squatted in front of her.



“How are you feeling Clarice? Do they call you Clara?”



“No, Clarice. I don’t like Clara at all, it was my aunt’s name and I despised her for her meanness to my cat.”



“So how are ya feelin’?”



“A little lightheaded and strange in that I’m in here, inches away from your ….”



“Cock?”



“Yeah… your cock.”



He reached out to her and caressed her arm. Clarice found his touch so delicate that the hairs on her arm stood up.



He remained squatting in front of her and noticed Rosa, in the front seat carefully lowering the passenger seat back to enable her both a field of vision to the goings on and easy access if she should decide to join them.



Still holding her arm, he turned her palm up and licked its center, slowly moving his tongue up the inside of her wrist.



Clarice thought this was the most romantic gesture and was suddenly consumed by a desire to taste his cock.



Rosa noted Clarice’s breathing was a just little faster and perhaps a little shallower; her face was flushed; and she was rubbing the back of her neck as if trying to make a decision.



As for Clarice herself, she felt herself growing hotter and found it difficult to breathe. She rubbed her neck, then dabbed at her flushed face while keeping her eyes riveted on the image of his cock as it dangled in front of her.



“You don’t have an erection!” She heard herself say aloud. Then bit her lip in consternation as she realized he was laughing at her comment.



“I will, be patient.”



She had a strong desire to touch it and did so, but only after glancing at Rosa who seemed to nod her assent. Clarice placed a hand under his cock and hefted it, lifting it slightly so that it was nearly poking her in the face.



“Jesus!” she murmured aloud, “it’s so thick! Does he hurt you with it Rosa?”



Rosa’s laugh was a low tinkle. “No, never! It has the most . . . exhilarating feeling. It fills me completely and I come every time he’s in me.”



With an almost hypnotic movement, Clarice guided it to her lips and drew it along her mouth, first over the upper lip and then the lower. Then she licked it and in a few short seconds Dutch’s crown was lathered with her saliva.



Both Dutch and Rosa watched with fevered anticipation as Clarice delivered the first suck to the glistening head.



“Mmmm, it tastes sweet,” she murmured, and then widened her mouth enough to accept him enough to swirl her tongue around the corona.



To herself Clarice thought, There is nothing like the sensation of having a cock swell to full hardness in one’s mouth. Closing her eyes she reveled in the different sensations as they presented themselves to her; the soft, velvety texture of his flesh; the way in which his cock actually jumped in her mouth; the pulsating warmth it produced as it continued to grow, almost too alarming proportions.



Would she choke on him? she wondered.



She pulled back her teeth, careful not to bite him and allowed him to continue expanding between her lips. A tentative suck brought a moan from him and she realized someone was squeezing her right breast − Rosa, it had to Rosa.



No matter, she told herself, it feels great and what the hell, we’re all friends here. I’m blowing her husband . . . no, her fiancée . . . he’s her fiancée, I gotta keep that straight, she told herself, feeling a little dizzy from the drinks and her euphoria.



Taking care so as not to choke on his thick length, she allowed another inch or so into her mouth and then swallowed some of the excess saliva. It’s actually amazing, she told herself, I can lick him even though it seems he’s filled my mouth completely.



Dutch, growing tired from squatting, knelt down, causing Clarice to lower her head and raise her rear-end. Dutch hesitated a moment, then began fucking her mouth with slow easy thrusts. Clarice’s eyes fluttered open and then closed as she adapted to his rhythm.



Rosa could hold back no longer, letting go of the woman’s breast she clambered into the back and knelt alongside Clarice.



As if directing a movie, she had Dutch lie on his back, and before positioning Clarice, began opening her jeans.



Realizing what she was up to; Clarice released Dutch and began assisting Rosa. Soon her jeans were open and moving down to her hips. Clarice recaptured the wandering prick, inserting back in her mouth and she resumed her blowjob.



Rosa’s hand quickly covered her panty-clad ass and slithered down her crack and over her pubis.



This startled Clarice and she jerked away. A moment later Clarice heard a car engine start and ducked her head as the car’s headlights flashed over Rosa’s van. She giggled, removed his cock from her mouth, giggled again, more clearly this time.



“I feel like a teenager,” she said tittering and then shuddered as Rosa’s finger lightly danced over her pubis, announcing to Clarice that the game was taking a decidedly different turn than she had expected.



Clarice moaned and halted her blowjob on Dutch. “Let me help you get them off, sweetie,” she said to Rosa. She was no longer giggling.



Dutch held his erection, giving slow strokes to keep it firm and ready, watching as Clarice was eased out of her boots and then her skin-tight jeans. How the fuck do they get into those things? He asked himself and then groaned with pleasure as her mouth found him once again and the incredible warmth closed in on his prick.



Clarice managed to retain his cock while shucking her jeans off her feet. Rosa was content to lower Clarice’s panties to her calves and reaching around her thighs to spread her labia with her fingers.



Clarice’s sucking increased in its intensity. She moaned loudly at the initial touch of Rosa’s mouth on her bush-covered folds.



“You should know… “Clarice said, half groaning, “I’ve never done it with a woman before.”



“Well you’ve been missing something special, baby,” Rosa said, her voice dripping with lust, and after her recent encounters with Alice and Molly, demonstrated her expertise by licking the length of Clarice’s hairy cunt.



She found Clarice’s clit peeking out at her and teased it with her tongue and then quickly returned to licking and sucking on her inner labia. For her part, Clarice was furiously sucking away on Dutch’s mammoth hardon.



Clarice had of course experience cunnilingus before. At eighteen a boyfriend had tried it out on her and she’d found it pleasant, but unfulfilling. Her husband had also gone down on her several times, with the first time being much better than the others.



But with the first touch of Rosa’s tongue upon her genitals Clarice knew this would be the best of all and partly because of that and partly because she wanted to do every nasty thing these people wanted her to get back at her miserable bastard of a husband and her slut of a sister she never protested, merely grunted her acceptance to Rosa’s assault on her pussy.



Concentrating on sucking his cock, Clarice thought about his size, automatically comparing him to her husband, who was endowed with a slim, five inch member.



Jesus, I bet I could grip him with three hands if I had them, and to prove it to herself, placed both hands around him, jerking him up and down as she energetically bobbed her head sucking him off, until… a muffled whimper tore from her filled throat.



“Oh God!” For Rosa’s tongue was worming its way down the crease between her inner and outer lips.



And with the completion of each lap, she drove her tongue into Clarice’s juicy slit.



Clarice had never had anyone do this to her before and she was both confused and elated. Am I a lesbian? she wondered; and as Rosa’s chin rubbed over her clitoris, bringing an unbelievably pleasant sensation, she no longer gave a damn one way or the other.



Through the fast enveloping fog of desire, Clarice heard a voice calling to her.



“Do you want me to stop?”



It was Rosa whispering to her. Clarice also realized that her breasts were now exposed; although her bra was still on, twisted around so that they had no choice but to spill out of their confining cups. He was tweaking her nipples and she found that even though she hated it when her husband did it, this was divinely pleasant. Each and every tweak sending a thrill right to her pelvic area.



“Should I stop?” Rosa inquired.



“No! It’s just that I . . .” Clarice stammered, feeling lightheaded from the earlier drinks and naïve at her sexual inexperience while the pleasant sensations reverberated throughout her body. She was forced to lean her hand against the door panel for support.



“I like . . . what you’re doing,” she said, and resumed sucking on the wonderful cock hovering in front of her face.



Rosa concentrated on making her feel good, sealing her lips around Clarice’s now protruding clit and gently sucking on the loose skin of the hood. Clarice gasped and began to choke. She was forced to expel his delicious member in order to regain her breath.



But Rosa continued, unrelenting in her assault on Clarice’s cunt. She literally savaged the base of her swollen clit, with continued pressure, alternating only to tease her in a different manner by rolling it under her tongue.



“I can’t . . . suck him, Rosa!” She complained, looking back at Rosa.



“Shall I stop?”



“God no! I’m gonna come any second now!”



And to demonstrate the truth of her claim, Clarice trembled once again and followed up by grinding her hips against Rosa’s questing mouth. Rosa took this as a sign to move on, but first ordered Clarice to “Keep sucking on him!”



Which she did, Dutch’s grateful groan signaled Rosa that Clarice had complied and she dipped her middle finger into Clarice’s slippery cunt to the first knuckle.



“Naugh!” Clarice moaned, not letting loose of the prick rubbing against the roof of her mouth.



Rosa rubbed the pad of her finger along the inner ridges of her fiery pussy, causing Clarice to repeat her moan. Then, changing tactics, she removed her finger, licking once to sample the inner most juices while Clarice bemoaned the loss of the finger she had grown used to.



Smiling lewdly, Rosa sent two fingers into Clarice this time. Because of the angle, she couldn’t get more than the first two knuckles into her, but the effect was tremendous. Clarice gyrated her hips and moaned softly while sucking on Dutch’s shaft.



As Rosa’s fingers plowed into Clarice’s cunt, Rosa renewed her attack on the engorged clitoris, increasing both the intensity of Clarice’s moans and groans along with her jerking and sucking on his cock. The saliva ran freely down Clarice’s chin.



In similar fashion, Rosa’s cheeks and chin were covered with Clarice’s sweet, tangy juices.



Then the orgasm struck a mighty blow, overpowering Clarice who involuntarily bucked her hips into Rosa’s face. She released Dutch from her mouth. It was the last conscious thing she would recall for a while.



Rosa didn’t let up. Her tongue swirled round and round the woman’s clit, flicking against the little pearl every few seconds, causing another tidal wave to wash over poor Clarice.



One — two — three- four seconds elapsed and then Clarice was back with a vengeance, Tearing herself away from Rosa’s loving mouth, she pushed him down so that he was flat on his back and straddled him, facing his feet and Rosa. Then reaching behind her she gripped his turgid prick and pumped him vigorously four or five times.



Dutch groaned.



Rosa watched as Clarice steadied herself, leaning her free hand against the front seat, and placed the tip of his prick to the slightly opened slit of her cunt and lowered herself down on his pole.



Almost immediately Dutch began to stroke her flanks with his hands. Rosa moved in front of Clarice and caressed her right breast and suckled the left, while Clarice leaned forward using Dutch’s knees for support as she made her breasts available to Rosa’s hungry mouth and tongue.



Clarice’s eyes had a wild, foreign glaze to them. Although in the darkened car no one could see well enough to discern it. She rose up several inches, then sank back down and savored the feel of his penetrating cock as it caressed the walls of her cunt. She quickly discovered that from this position she could readily direct his cock anywhere she wanted it to go. A brief smile flickered across her face and her hand reached out to cup Rosa’s head and draw it tighter to her yearning tit.



Then as she rose up he followed, driving his thick prick further along her cuntal channels as she sank back down upon him.



Clarice shouted out as the sensations from his deeper penetration brought her to another, much more forceful orgasm.



So this is what they mean when they say well fucked, she thought through a sexual haze, then shuddered and took a deep, ragged breath. Dutch raised his hands to her hips and clenched his buttocks, Clarice cried out softly as his swollen cock briefly rubbed against her “G” Spot.

As Mark’s rental rounded the corner to come into town he passed a familiar place and a smile flashed on his face. Of all the strip clubs he had enjoyed, the Pink Paradise was his favorite. It had nothing to do with the club, although they definitely served a killer rib eye steak. What they did have was one of his closest friends as their star dancer.



Mark made three calls after he checked in to his hotel room and took a shower. As he soaped himself, he reflected on the circumstances that brought him to this obscure, out of the way, mid west city. Phil Johnson had been Mark’s roommate in college and also became his best friend. After college, Phil returned home and married his high schools sweetheart Gloria. Their son David was born a couple of years later. David was a healthy, rambunctious boy that made friends with everyone. He was well liked by his teachers and fellow students alike.



David took sick when he was 15 and Mark learned he had Multiple Sclerosis. Phil and Gloria were devastated as was Mark. His three best friends were as well. David loved football and his three buddies were exceptional players. He couldn’t play but he loved to watch. His friends and their coach made room for him on the team bus when they traveled to play other teams. David was thrilled. As his illness worsened, his friends careers blossomed. These young men had all won football scholarships to great schools with excellent programs.



Late one night, Mark had received a call from Phil telling him that David’s condition had worsened and that it was doubtful he would last much longer. Phil then told him all about his three best friends and how absolutely wonderful these guys have been to David.



“Gloria and I have a huge favor to ask of you,” Phil said.



“Anything buddy, anything you need, you know I’ll be there for you.”



Phil went on, “They have been with David all their lives and they have treated him like a king. It seems they are each up for the draft this year and Gloria and I wondered if you’d represent them. I do chickenshit law but you are one of the top sports attorneys in the country Mark. David’s friends deserve the kind of representation only a guy like you can provide.”



“Say no more. If they will have me, then they are represented.”



Less than a week later, David passed away. Mark met his new athletes Jamal, Rashad and Chris at the funeral. What struck Mark was how alike they looked. Each man was over 6′ 2″. They had broad shoulders, slim hips and the brightest smiles you ever saw. Their personalities matched their appearance. They readily agreed to Mark’s representation. Mark told them how much he appreciated everything they had done for David and promised to do everything to make their football careers lucrative, to say the least.



They went high in the draft and Mark and his team were successful is negotiating excellent contracts with three separate NFL teams. Their stats increased each year and they became highly paid spokesmen in their own rights. They became wealthy beyond their wildest hopes. With the help of excellent tax attorneys and staying single, they were each able to retain their money and they invested it well.



Now don’t get it wrong. They were single and Mark learned that they were total horn dogs but they were discrete. Mark had returned to their home town because it was the off season and they were all home visiting their folks. This way, he could see all of them in one place. They had meetings and worked out all of the business arrangements they had to take care of. Mark told them he had something to do but asked them to meet him at the Pink Paradise at 9pm.



They left and headed out to dinner.



In a nice home on a secluded street not far from the hotel, Cherry stepped from the shower. She dried herself and admired her image in the triple mirror. Her flaming red hair was her trademark and she wore it well. Her eyes gleamed as she saw her perfect 34C’s in the mirror. Her nipples were, as usual, adorned with stylish jewelry. Today, she wore emerald studded nipple rings combined with dual studded belly button and clit bars. The ball on her tongue was, of course, surgical grade stainless steel. Two small tattoo’s adorned her body and her tramp stamp was elegant and refined, which was a reflection of her essence.



Her legs were her showpiece, long, slim and perfectly shaped. At 5′ 8″ and only 115lbs, she was a picture of perfection. Her legs led to the most amazing ass any man had ever laid his eyes on.



The secluded location of her home and the private pool allowed her to have an overall dark tan. The caramel color of her skin, the body jewelry and her natural attributes made her a walking wet dream. She was naked all the time unless she was working or shopping. She enjoyed the touch and the feel of her own body as well as that of other men and women.



Mark hit the shower and then picked up the phone. It was answered on the third ring.



“Hello.”



“What time do you start work tonight?”



“Oh my God, are you in town?”



“Hello darling. Are you into a nice lobster dinner?”



“I sure am! What time?”



“An hour, our usual place.”



An hour later Mark pulled into the parking lot and saw a familiar face exiting her car. Cherry ran into his arms and she kissed him passionately. Cherry was wearing 4″ heels and Mark always found it strange to kiss a woman taller than his 5′ 11″ but in her case, he didn’t mind a bit.



They were seated and ordered drinks and entree’s. He held her hand as they got caught up on things they couldn’t or wouldn’t chat about online. She looked lovelier each time he saw her.



“I have a surprise for you tonight,” Mark quipped as he reached into his suit coat pocket and pulled out a flat jewelers box.



“What is this?”



“Open it and find out.”



Cherry opened it and stared in amazement. “Oh Mark, you shouldn’t have.” Cherry gazed back at the perfect triple stoned sapphire earrings, with matching sapphire nipple rings, double stoned sapphire belly button bar and double stoned sapphire clit bar. She leaned over and kissed him warmly. “Why are you so nice to me?”



“When I needed a friend, you appeared and you have never left. You have never asked me for anything and yet you, in your own quirky way, give me more than any other woman I know.”



“I’ll never figure you out Mark.”



“Don’t try, because it would only confuse you more. On the other side of this, I have a very special gift for you tonight. but you won’t know what it is until we get to the club.”



They finished dinner and Cherry and Mark left for the club. When they arrived, Mark saw that the guys were already there. He took Cherry over to them and introduced her to them. Rashad flashed her the brightest smile and offered her a seat.



“Oh I have to get ready for work but if it is alright, I will be back shortly.”



Mark attempted to sit but was dramatically dragged by the arm to the end of the bar.



“What the hell is this?”



“Those guys are three of my biggest clients. They are friends of mine. They were David’s best friends.”



“The boy who died?”



“Yes and I wanted you to meet them.”



“Meet them, the whole world knows who they are. Oh my God, why?”



“Because I know what you want, I know what you like and I know what you crave. Dammit, can’t a guy do a friend a favor?”



“You are so good to me!” Cherry exclaimed.



“Just remember hon, this is their home town and yes, everyone knows them, so be discrete and enjoy. I will expect a full report.”



She kissed Mark deeply and went to change.



Mark returned to the table and ordered a round of drinks.



Jamal laughed, “Mark, you always get the hottest women.”



“She’s my friend but she is not for me. I can’t give her what she wants. I am hoping that you three can.”



Chris looked at Mark quizzically and said, “That’s a load of crap Mark. You can give her anything you want.”



“Hey, is it my fault I was born white? I know this woman better than I have ever known any other, and I know that I can’t give her what she needs. Treat her well, treat her with respect, but take care of her completely please. Remember this guys, Cherry has to work for three years to make as much as any one of you make in an hour. Just stay away from the blow. Okay guys?”



“You got it boss.”



“I am going to go see Phil and Gloria. I’ll talk to you before I leave.”



“Give them our love and tell them that we will be over tomorrow to see them.”



“I will,” Mark stated.



As the lights dimmed, the music came up and the spotlights shone on a goddess wearing sparkling sapphires.



“Would you look at that!” Rashad exclaimed as Cherry danced on the stage. “How does Mark do it? This woman is awesome. Look at that body, damn, look at those legs!”



Chris laughed, “How does Mark do what? Find a drop dead gorgeous woman in our own home town that none of us even knew existed?”



“Precisely.” Jamal said.



“Well, we will just have to ask her.”



Cherry had removed her top and her spectacular breasts held the audience’s attention. The beat of the music was deep and driving, just the way she liked it. She moved with such grace and sensuality as she grabbed the dance pole onstage.



The beat increased and she went onto the pole with a look of lust on her face that was indescribable. She looked at her men and that look promised them the night of their lives. As she danced around the pole, she stroked it with both hands as she looked into each of their eyes. She licked her lips and went higher onto it. Cherry defied gravity as her slender body spun. She stroked her own body deliciously.



Somehow, as she came off the pole, she was naked other than for her heels. She inwardly smiled as she witnessed the look on those mens faces. Their dark, radiating skin, their bright white smiles and their hard athletic bodies had made her so wet in anticipation. It was normal for her to become aroused but not like this. She leaked onto her thighs and felt her own wetness that only inflamed her more. Flashing a broad, sensuous smile at the men, she left the stage and appeared at their table.



“Where is Mark?” she asked.



“He went to visit David’s parents. He told us to take very good care of you,” Rashad informed her.



“That does not surprise me in the least. I am so sorry about David. I know how much he meant to you guys. His loss affected everyone in this town. That is how I met Mark.”



“How so?” Chris asked.



“I had gotten off work and went to the coffee shop and I was sitting there and Mark was sitting across from me. I see a lot of men in my job but I had never seen such an attractive guy look so sad. I sat with him and just let him talk. He felt so sorry for David’s parents. I didn’t know about you guys and I doubt Mark did then as well. I just never saw a better man hurt so much.”



The guys bought another round of drinks and several other dancers came over to offer lap dances but the guys, politely informed them that they had their lady for the night. Each girl that came over was tipped nicely and eventually, no one else bothered. Cherry took them to the VIP lounge which, in this small town was empty but allowed a full view of the stage. She danced for them and they tipped her so well. These men were not only gorgeous, they were respectful and they were so nice to be with.



“Mark told us that you might like to party later. We’d really enjoy that if you’re interested,” Rashad told Cherry.



Cherry ran her hand along his leg and told him she would absolutely love that.



“What else did he tell you about me?”



“Well, as usual, he has a measure of understatement about him. He told us you were very pretty. He didn’t tell us you were as hot as you are. He also told us, and I don’t believe him on this, that he had never laid a hand on you. None of us believe that,” Chris stated.



“Well guys, believe it. He and I have become the closest of friends and we both love the same things. Porn. We are both addicted to porn but he has never even so much as had a private chat with me. We watch porn and talk and comment a lot and sometimes that can get heated but he has never made any kind of move on me.”



Jamal just looked at her in disbelief, “Are we talking about the same Mark? Our Mark is the guy with the most gorgeous women on his arm. I mean, you are just as likely to see him with a model or a starlet. Mark gets more sugar than the brothers do. What is up with that?”



“Are they tall, thin, hot and horny black women? That is what he loves,” Cherry asked.



“Say what? Who told you that?” Rashad asked.



“He did. He and I watch black on black porn every night. He knows I adore big black men with huge cocks and he loves tall, slender, tight, sexy black women with small butts and nice tits. That is what turns him on.”



“Oh really,” Jamal smirked as he looked at his buddies.



“Yo mamma, you really like big, black cock? Come over here and see if you can make this bigger!” Rashad exclaimed as he grabbed his thigh.



Cherry gave him an very evil grin and began the sexiest lap dance she could do and she was rewarded with a bulge in his trousers that almost made her faint.



“Fuck that girl, he ain’t big. We’re bigger!” Jamal burst out.



Cherry could not wait until this night at work was over.



The club closed and she had the guys follow her home. Cherry was so wet by the time she got there and let the guys into the house. Mark had given her a wonderful gift and she planned to make the most of it.



Cherry put on the stereo, poured the guys a drink and bumped up a couple of lines of blow for her. She was really feeling good as she walked into the living room. Jamal put his large arms around her and pulled her close. She looked up into his eyes as he bent to kiss her. She melted at his touch and she began to undo his shirt as he kissed her deeply. He loosened her top and it fell to the floor. Her spectacular breasts came back into view and he gently cupped her and toyed with her Sapphire ornaments. Jamal bent and kissed her breast and his broad pink tongue teased her relentlessly. As he was doing this, he undid her skirt. It too fell to the floor and she kicked it aside.



Her naked body pressed against his as she undid his belt and zipper. As his trousers fell from his fantastic body, Cherry fell to her knees. Jamal did not disappoint her as his gorgeous member presented itself for her attention. She wrapped her hand around it and it was so spectacularly thick and long. Cherry rubbed his entire length and cradled his balls as her tongue began to caress every ridge, vein and inch of his manhood. She was a truly in heat and she rolled her tongue over his large head. Her mouth fell over the top and she began to take him into her mouth. Her mouth was open so wide and her tongue pleased him deliciously. She wanted all of him. She knew she could do it. She wanted to feel his cock deep in her throat. She relaxed, took a deep breath and began to allow him access to her hot, hungry throat.



“Fuck man, look at that. Look at how she is swallowing all of his cock!” Rashad exclaimed.



Rashad and Chris watched breathlessly as Jamal hit the back of Cherry’s throat. She grabbed his tight butt and her eyes rolled up. She became totally relaxed and she sank him deeper into her throat.



Cherry felt the head enter her throat and she pushed harder. She felt as his cock entered her lips and it kept moving deeper. She held his balls and felt his cock slide deeper. Two more inches and he would be all the way inside. Jamal pushed deeper and his cock slid in completely. She held him in and regained a steady breathing pattern. Jamal began to pull out and push back in. He was very gentle and he let her set the pace. They watched as his massive cock fucked her face and she flowed a steady stream of cum down her legs with each thrust.



Jamal began to really fuck her face harder. She pulled his hips faster to let him know what she wanted. Rashad and Chris, naked themselves, watched as Cherry was loving the face fucking she was getting.



Rashad walked behind her and put his hand on her sopping wet twat. He adjusted her and ran his massive tool along her pink wet slit. He entered her and she forced Jamal as deep as she could into her face. Rashad stretched her tight pussy with every inch of his huge cock. She moaned and sucked. She fucked and shivered as he drove deeper and deeper into her insatiable pussy. He was massive and she was loving this. He tore into her and she began to fuck his cock with wild abandon. He did not disappoint her. His rock hard pole drove into her and she felt him bottom out on her cervix. She pushed him so deep into her. Her body wracked with the most erotic feelings as her face and her pussy were being mauled so deliciously. Cherry was in a constant state of climax. This much cock was more than she had ever hoped for and she knew she was just getting started. With every stroke, she came. She came on Rashad’s cock and Jamal’s cock made her cum again with every long thrust.



Cherry’s throat had worked it’s magic and Jamal arched his back and bellowed as he began to cum deep in her throat. Cherry felt the torrent of hot cum as it traveled down Jamal’s huge cock as it rested on her tongue. She grabbed his hips and felt his hot sperm as it shot into her stretched throat. She pulled him from her throat and sucked and licked his spectacular cock dry. Jamal pulled out.



Of all the guys, Chris was the largest and he was truly enormous. Cherry gasped as she saw him coming towards her pretty lips. She absolutely went wild as she worked on the head of this amazing appendage. She licked it and soaked it and took it into her molten hot mouth. Her jaw ached as this lovely licorice log sank deep into her mouth. Her throat stretched wider than it ever had before while Chris settled deep in her throat.



Cherry could not stop cumming. Her hips flailed on Rashad’s staff and her wanton, slutty throat devoured the luxurious log that was Chris. Jamal’s huge hands caressed her breasts and her sexy six pack stomach as her pussy and throat were stretched beyond belief. Cherry’s mind raced as her pussy pulsed. Her craving for huge black cocks was being satisfied deliciously.



Rashad grasp her hips and began to viciously slam into her. She clamped down and she rode him hard as he unloaded a torrent of his hot seed into her narrow hips. Cherry came on his cock again and again. Her hips flailed unmercifully on this erupting organ while Chris impaled her face. Delirious desire drove her body into a seemingly unending orgasm of sweet, strong convulsions. His balls emptied as her body soaked up every ounce into her.



Chris held her head and she knew he was close. She felt his black dick swell and she dove hard onto his rigid flagpole. Cherry truly was a cum slut, she knew it and she loved it. She loved everything that was cum. The log in her throat began to pump, and pump it did. She adored the hard black fire hose as it went off in her mouth. She drank it down and licked him clean. His massive pipe softened between her teeth and she looked into his eyes with a promise of more, so very much more.



Cherry collapsed on the sofa. Her eyes straining to focus. Her body trembled and she was totally drenched. She tried to speak but coherency was not to achieved, at least, not yet. Her eyes darted from one to another and she saw perfect specimens of the male form. Lovely bodies and massive delicious cocks. Cherry was in heaven. The guys smiled broad white grins and helped her sit up.



Jamal went and made drinks as she regained some semblance of composure.



“Damn girl, where did you learn to do that?” Rashad asked.



Her voice was hoarse, her jaw ached yet she smiled, “My darlings, for me, that just comes naturally.”



They all laughed.



Cherry walked to the kitchen and unsteadily, yet determinedly, bumped several large lines and returned to suggest they would all be much more comfortable in the bedroom. They fell on the bed and she kissed each lightly and playfully. A sea of large, strong hands caressed every inch of her nakedness and she reveled in it. Her hands stroked their exceptional, dark organs. She toyed with every ridge and vein and the weight of each mans cock shivers through her craving body. The drug was kicking in big time and her desire was unquenchable.

For first time readers of this story, BE WARNED, it’s nasty. If you can’t handle a sick twisted woman in heat, then find something more vanilla.



*



As they walked out the back door of the restaurant, Cathy asked Harry, “Where are we off to now?”



He guided Cathy to her car, by placing his hand on her ass and answered her, “Oh I think I’ll let it be a surprise, cunt.”



She knew that she looked like hell, so she said, “I look terrible, Harry. If you don’t want me to embarrass you, then we better stop somewhere so I can clean up a bit.”



As he shoved her into the car, he told her, “No need for that, bitch. You’re going to fit right in. Now shut up and trust me, we don’t have far to go.”



When he put the car in gear, he asked Cathy, “How many times have you cum today?”



She hadn’t had time to give it any thought, but it was several times, that was for sure. “I think maybe six or seven, certainly more than I’ve ever had before. Now that I think about it, it’s amazing. I never would have believed that any woman could have that many orgasms, and certainly not me.”



Harry smiled and, in a matter of fact tone, said, “Only a true slut could do that. Before the night is over, you’ll more than double that number.”



At first she thought he was joking, yet he had spoken it so believably that she began to fear what it would take for her to go that far. Then she worried about what kind of condition she would be in, after experiencing so many climaxes.



Cathy had been so deep in thought she didn’t realize that Harry had pulled into the back of another business. He told her to get out, and she asked, “What’s this place?”



He chuckled and told her, “Just show a little patience and you’ll see for yourself.”



They entered through a back door, which evidently was Harry’s mode of egress to several establishments in this area. As she walked down a long, dimly lit hall, she became even more fearful. At the end, he pushed through a curtain and she found herself standing in an adult toy store. Actually, that was too kind of a term for the sleazy, smelly store.



There was a smuttiness about it that turned her stomach. As she looked around, she saw all sorts of sex toys, from handcuffs to full-sized inflated dolls, with open mouths and pussys, just waiting for those who couldn’t afford a cheap hooker to use for their sexual release. Some of the shelves hadn’t been dusted since Clinton was president, and the floor was filthy. This was definitely Harry’s kind of place.



Harry grabbed her hand and pulled her to the front of the store saying, “There’s somebody you gotta meet.”



As they approached the front counter, she was aware of a few men in the store, looking over adult books, all of which had a kinky picture on the cover. Two guys were checking out the nipple clamps and whips, but they all stopped and stared at Cathy, as she was reluctantly dragged up front and presented to the clerk.



Harry started out, “Hey Jimmie, I want you to meet Cathy. She’s one of my cunts,” he said no more.



The middle aged man was short and skinny, somewhat like Harry’s two buddies, Tom and Nick. He was completely bald, his face looked like it had been stabbed a few hundred times, with an ice pick, he was missing a few teeth and part of one ear was gone. This was not the man one brought home to meet mother.



Jimmie looked her over, before saying, “Damn Harry, she looks like she’s been fucking all night. This ain’t some hooker you picked up is it?”



Harry seemed insulted by the man’s comment. “Hell no, she ain’t no prostitute. She’s just a whore who needs a lot of action. I saw your safe sign, so I thought I’d bring her by and see what kind of thrills we could dig up for the cunt.”



Jimmie looked back at Cathy and asked, “What’s that huge stain on her blouse?”



She was being talked about, as though she wasn’t there, as though she was just a thing, not a human being. She was mortified at his question, as the truth of it was even more humiliating.



Harry gazed at the front of her blouse and said, “I ain’t sure what that is, but she did spend some time alone with Wanda.” To Cathy he commanded, “OK cunt, tell us what the hell happened to your shirt.”



She was desperate to avoid revealing the vulgar fact of her performance on her knees between the oafish woman’s fat thighs. Yet she knew that Harry wasn’t about to pass up a chance for her to debase herself. She took a breath and gave the short brief version. “I was performing oral sex on her and she squirted this on me.”



Harry cast her a disgusted look. “Come on cunt, you can do better than that. Give us some details, cunt.”



Cathy looked down at the floor, and then began the explanation of everything, just as it happened. “Wanda stripped naked and sat on the toilet. After she pissed and shit, she had me crawl to her and lick beneath her hairy armpits. They were all stinky and covered with sweat. She had me clean under her saggy old tits, which had their own special flavor.” Cathy was becoming aroused, as she related the vile scene she participated in, with depraved woman.



“Then she shoved my face into her filthy crotch and told me to lick her asshole. I did and I loved it.” She was really getting worked up now. “I could taste the fresh crap on her ass, but I cleaned it up really good. She moved my head to her crotch and said for me to eat some pussy. Wanda’s cunt was as nasty as the rest of her. I licked and sucked, stuck my tongue way up into her pussy, and when she was close to cumming, I sucked on her fat clit. That’s when she unloaded a huge blast of cunt juice all over my blouse, and it was strong and musky flavored. Then I couldn’t help myself, I came too.”



By then, Jimmie had pulled out his cock and was stroking it. It seems that her more detailed story had brought forth his need for satisfaction. Harry looked at her, as though asking a question, but he didn’t say a word; he just looked back at Jimmie. She understood Harry’s intent for her.



Cathy walked around the counter and went to her knees, and then asked Jimmie, “Rather than whacking off, wouldn’t you prefer to ram that cock down my throat and fuck my face?”



He grunted and placed a hand behind her head, guiding her lips to his throbbing prick. She accepted his shaft, as it slid over her tongue and she closed her warm mouth around its girth. Jimmie moaned and began pushing in and out, as she sucked and massaged his cock with her lips. “Suck it hard, you fucking slut. This ain’t gonna take long.”



The ruthless abuse of her face was intoxicating to her and Cathy felt her pussy rapidly moisten. But before she could really get into it, Jimmie blew his fuse early, filling her mouth with a small load of cum, which she easily swallowed. He groaned and laughed at the same time, as pulled her mouth down to his balls one last thrust.



Harry yawned, as though bored and said, “Be sure to let everyone know where she’ll be.” Now what the hell did that mean, she wondered.



As Jimmie tucked his limp prick back into his trousers, he said, “OK Harry, take her to the rear and be sure to get her into booth thirteen.” She had no idea what he was talking about, but didn’t object, as Harry pulled her along toward the back of the store.



They passed through a dirty old curtain and she found herself going down a row of doors, each one numbered. As Cathy walked with Harry, she heard the sounds of porn movies and realized that this was one of those seedy places where men went to view short scenes of dirty films. Although she had never told anyone, she had been curious for a long time about these places. Well, she thought, here’s my chance.



At door number thirteen, they stopped and Harry took a key out of his pocket. That made her notice the other doors didn’t have locks on them, only this one. As he turned the key, he looked at her and said, “You’re going to love this. It’s just the right kind of new fun for you to expand your horizons.” His vulgar laugh sent a shudder down her spine, yet it also sent a tingle to her loins.



Once inside, it took a few seconds for her eyes to adjust to the dim red light in the low ceiling. As her vision improved, she saw a large screen TV, behind a Plexiglas shield. It had stains on the bottom portion and Cathy knew that men had masturbated here and left their seed flowing down the screen cover. It was the most sleazy, nasty little room she had ever seen, and she knew that she was going to get off on whatever happened to her in this wretched environment.



There was a built in bench to sit on across from the TV. He sat down and told her, “Get your clothes off, cunt. It’s show time.”



Quickly removing her filthy blouse and skirt and handing them to Harry, she stood before him nude save for her high heels. Harry began smiling, while starring at her. She had no idea what he was waiting for and was rather hoping that he would start a sex tape, so that she could see a few nasty scenes before he used her.



Harry never said a word. After two minutes, he smiled and pointed to the wall on her left. For a brief moment, she didn’t know what she was supposed to see, but then her eyes found the object of his aim. There, protruding through a hole in the wall was an erect penis. Harry stood, folded her clothes and placed them on the dirty floor in front of the hole.



“There you go, cunt. You’ve got a nice soft pad for your knees and a nice hard cock to suck.”



Cathy was aware of such places. There were called glory holes, but she had thought that they were for gays. It was a reminder of her abysmal ignorance regarding these matters, as she sunk to her knees and got her first close up of a wall with a cock growing out of it.



The owner of the deflating prick was apparently white and of average size. Through the wall he said, “Come on bitch, suck it. Quit fucking around, you damned whore.”



She extended her fingers to his shaft and massaged it back to its full length. She told him, “Just you hang on buddy, I’m going to suck every bit of cum from your balls and swallow every damn drop of it.” His vulgar, demanding command had triggered her own vile need to debase herself.



Cathy teased the head of his manhood, with her tongue, and then licked the underside of his helmet, eliciting a deep moan from the other side of the wall. He drew his prick back a little and tried to drive it into her mouth, banging the wall with his torso, as he did. She placed her lips around the head of his cock and slowly glided down the length of it, until her nose touched the wall. She swallowed a few times, which further stroked the underside of his pulsing cock.



It took only three minutes for the man to begin cursing and groaning, as he dumped a rather substantial load into her mouth. “Drink it, you dirty old whore.”



She swallowed every bit of it and after she let his limp prick slide from her lips she told him, “I’m a dirty whore, but I’m not old.”



Harry loudly said, “NEXT!” He pointed to the opposite wall, where another male shaft came through a larger hole, allowing his cock and balls to be available for her services.



This guy’s dick was a bit larger and much thicker. She quickly shifted to that wall, taking her folded clothes with her and placing them on the dirty tile floor. They didn’t provide much comfort, but were just soft enough to kneel on; and that’s all she needed to let her focus on the nasty pleasure of strange cocks shooting off in her mouth.



She started out by licking his balls and was pleasantly rewarded with the taste of musky sweat. The guy wasn’t a talker, which disappointed her. She enjoyed the derisive insults that were hurled at her, as she gave her mouth to dirty men. Cathy realized that she was submitting her lips, tongue and throat, not to him, but to her own vulgar lust. In a way, she was using him just as much as he was using her.



When the man’s scrotum was pristine, she moved to the base of his shaft and began the cleansing process, slowly working her way up to the top of his long prick. Once she reached the head, she saw the tell tale signs of his pre-cum and hungrily licked it off, and then drove her mouth down the length of his cock, The man’s loud moan, wasn’t as good as him calling her a whore, but it was acceptable praise for her rapidly growing talent at sucking cock.



His moans came more quickly, as she slid her sucking lips up and down his hard prick. She knew he was close, so she fondled his sensitive testicles and gave them a little squeeze when he began to cum. She was rewarded with a rather large burst of slimy goo, some of which she could not contain, as it ran down her chin and onto her breasts.



The vile scene from this play, in which Cathy acted the filthy slut on her knees, was a powerful image in her mind. So, it was with a slight brush of her fingers upon her throbbing clit that she exploded through another mind bending orgasm. As her climax concluded, she used her other hand to smear the remains of the man’s cum around on her face. She felt so completely vile and dirty. She reveled in the sheer depravity of her act.



When she looked at Harry, he merely pointed back to the other wall and said, “Suck.” Another erect penis was looking at her, with the one big eye already leaking man juice from the tip of its angry head.



She didn’t think to bring her clothes to pad her knees this time. She crawled on all fours, like a bitch in heat, anxious to give her services to the next dog with a stiff cock.



With her fist wrapped around this one, she began to slobber all around the head of it, taking pleasure in the loud, lewd sounds she made in the process. “Oh you hot fucking slut. Don’t tease me, you nasty bitch, just suck and swallow.”



She was glad to accommodate him, driving her mouth down the length of his cock, until she hit the wall, and then gagging herself, as his manhood stroked her tonsils. She did this several times and she knew from his filthy epithets that he was close. The man loosed a loud cry and delivered forth a deluge of filthy cum. She pulled away, after the first burst of jizz filled her sucking maw, allowing the rest of his seed to expend itself on her face. Cathy had risen to a level of lustful decadence which she had never experienced. She luxuriated in the beautiful vileness of her act and shuddered with renewed pleasure, as the stranger’s cum dripped from her face and decorated her breasts.



She looked at Harry and he softly told her, “Now my sweet little piece of shit, you’re really beginning to understand the power of your own sick lust. Enjoy yourself for a while. I have to have a chat with Jimmie.”



As he left, she heard him lock the door. That frightened her, but only for a brief moment. Cathy realized that she was safer with it securely locked. She turned to the opposite wall and saw another hard penis waiting for her. This one was very large and very black. Her stomach knotted and growled with the knowledge that her first black cock was about to invade her mouth and gag her with its enormous length. She attacked it with gusto. She came hard way before he did, but he didn’t care, as long as she got him off.



Cathy lost all track of time and space. She went back and forth, from one wall to the other, sucking and endless supply of cocks. She had no idea how many men had used her mouth. Just that phrase, in her mind, caused her pussy to quiver. She also didn’t know how many times she had cum tonight. If she counted her house, the restaurant and here, it must be near a dozen. She wondered if that was some kind of world record.



It took her a few minutes to realize that there were no more wonderful cocks for her to suck. The walls were empty and she felt disappointment at the thought that she could actually have enjoyed a few extra blasts of protein rich liquid from nasty, horny men.



The key in the door lock drew her attention. Harry walked in and told her, “Pick up your clothes and follow me, but don’t wipe off your face or tits.”



Cathy hadn’t even thought of what she must look like, with perhaps dozens of men’s creamy fluid drenching her body, she had to look like a real sicko slut. She closed her eyes and tried to envision what others might see and was sorely tempted to diddle her clit one more time, as her mind responded to the mental image with another surge of passion. But she managed to keep her hands off of her pussy, as Harry seemed to be in a hurry. So she grabbed her filthy clothes and followed him out of her new favorite room.



They went to the end of the dark passageway and through an unmarked door. Cathy found herself standing before eight men in various stages of undress. Some had their pants down to their ankles, some had removed their pants and a few just had their dicks poking out through their zippers. All of them were fondling their cocks.



Harry smacked her hard on the ass and ordered her to, “Get on your knees, slut. It’s still feeding time at the zoo.”



Cathy knew what was expected of her. Indeed, she thrilled at the prospect of seeing the whole body of the man she was sucking. And performing before a group of men who were waiting to plunge their cocks past her sore lips raised her lust back to the high level it had been just a short time ago. She hoped that she would be fucked as well; preferably at the same time she was giving a blow job. It had been a secret desire of hers for a long time.



Cathy didn’t disappoint them and neither was she disappointed. The nearest man grabbed her hair and pulled her face to his crotch saying, “Come on, you fucking whore, eat cock.” He didn’t wait for a response from her; he slapped her hard, causing her to yelp. When she did, he thrust his stiff prick into her mouth and didn’t stop pushing it into her mouth, until it hit the back of her throat.



It was a bit more brutal than she was ready for, but she knew that in a few brief moments she would love it. To her delight, another guy knelt behind her and began smacking her ass. She knew then that he intended to plow her sopping wet pussy and she wiggled her butt, as best she could, to entice him to use her hungry hole. Without warning, he plunged his cock into her. He marveled at the fact that his prick went completely in, telling the others, “Hey fellas, this bitch is so fucking turned on that my dick didn’t feel no resistance at all. What a nasty slut.”



Cathy wanted to thank him for the compliment, but with a stiff cock plundering her sucking maw it was out of the question. The man in her pussy wouldn’t cum for a minute or so, but she had no control of her body now. She came hard as she reveled in the totally obscene picture she must have made for the others. Over and over, she thought to herself, ‘I’m a slut, I’m a slut, I’m a slut.’



The men used her aching throat and pussy, dumping load upon load into her mouth and cunt. She was vaguely aware that some men, having used her once already, were jerking off and shooting their reduced loads on her back and in her hair, although much of it landed on the filthy floor.



Cathy came…oh yes, she came…several more times. She had a fleeting wonder if she could qualify for the Guinness Book of Records. Her depravity had reached such a level that it washed all decency from her being. She knew that she could never go back to being the insipid little wall flower that she had been for her entire life. A new Cathy was born in this room and she was a filthy cock loving piece of shit whore. Furthermore, she didn’t want to go back; not after the extreme pleasures she had discovered this evening.



The endless line of cocks had reached an end; yet Cathy, on all fours, swayed back and forth in a trance like state, expecting more penises to ravage her mouth and cunt. Finally Harry’s voice brought her back. “You stupid fucking whore, you wasted some of the guys jizz. Now put your face down to the floor and lick it all up, while I fuck your ass.”

Last week I was driving home from work on the Kirkpatrick Turnpike and exited on Penn (by Target and Best Buy), I got in the outside right-hand turn lane and waited, traffic was horribly slow, creeping, there had been a wreck in the intersection and we were all at a stand still.



Typically, there was one of the usual scruffy panhandlers approaching each car as we waited out our turn. I watched as he went from car to car, moving on empty-handed; so digging in my purse, I found a couple of singles and waited.. I thought maybe a better ‘contribution’ would be to have a little fun with the hapless fellow and play a little chicken with myself.



Pushing the buttons, I rolled both rider and driver’s side windows down; slid my seat back and readjusted the steering wheel up out of the way. Slipping out of my heels, I first unbuttoned and pulled the zipper down on my skirt but instead of slipping it off, I worked it up over my bottom, then hooked my thumbs in the elastic top of my panty hose. Tugging and pulling, I was able to get the tight nylons down to my feet as I slipped out of them. Of course I was not wearing panties!! Commando!



Turning a bit in the seat, I rested one foot on the console and opened my legs and started rubbing my bare and exposed pussy. I was already DAMP as I easily slid my fingers inside my CUNT and slowly finger-fucked myself. Traffic was bumper-to-bumper, four or five lanes across as I slowly massaged and masturbated myself, watching and waiting as the poorly dressed derelict made his way down the line of cars. It felt really good as I pinched my CLITORIS between my fingers, squeezing hard on my pulsing knob.



Momentarily stopping I reached under the seat and found the BLACK MAX flashlight I kept in the car for emergencies, and this was a ‘borderline’ emergency! Digging two fingers deep inside my hole I collected as much pussy juice as I could and smeared it over the big (4 D batteries!) black flashlight. Getting it sufficiently lubricated, I used the thick handle of the light as a dildo, as I tried to work it inside my CUNT.



It was sooooo fucking rigid and hard, I didn’t think I was going to be able to do it until I spit two or three wads of spit on it. OOOOOOOOH! Nice! I reclined a bit more in the seat as I got the first two or three inches in. Back and forth I fucked myself. Deeper and deeper. I had to lay almost prone in the seat as I was able work the full length in and out of my pussy. Slowly I fucked myself and then bravely, I turned the flashlight around and tried to work the ‘business’ end of the light in my stretched fuck hole.



This is where the ‘chicken’ comes in; fucking myself with the big black beast and fingering my CLITORIS I was building up my ‘courage’, making myself hotter and hotter as he neared my vehicle. Three cars away, would I be brave enough to let him see me? Hell, there were cars all around and my legs were splayed wide, my skirt hiked up over my ass exposing my CUNT as I tried to wedge a BIG-ASS BLACK MAX flashlight inside my pussy! Yes, I was ready, I was so horny, I could have been buck-naked on the hood of my car, I was so FUCKING HORNY!!!



At the car directly in front of me, my shabby prey was talking to the driver, as I reached for the top buttons of my blouse. One, two, three and then four buttons, I was able to open my blouse exposing my lacy sheer brassiere, cradling my C-cup breasts. My CLITORIS was so BIG and purple, throbbing as he walked towards my car. I pushed the huge lens of the light an inch or so deeper while I reached inside my bra and felt how incredibly hard my nipple was. OH FUCK!!



As he neared my car he automatically asked me for ‘a couple of bucks’, then stopping, he bent down and leaned in my window. Smiling broadly I could smell his rancid breath as I touched his large dirty hand and pulled it down between my legs. I don’t know what came over me! I had only intended to let him watch me, definitely not let him put his filthy hands all over me! But I was so HORNY!!



Wordlessly, except for an occasional grunt, he roughly began to manhandle my hairy wet cunt. Roughly rubbing up and down between my pussy lips, I winced as his rough hands mauled my swollen and sensitive CLITORIS. Then finding the flashlight I had embedded in my fuck-hole he pushed it deeply into my CUNT. He kept pushing as I started to wince in pain from the obscene fuck stick. Pulling it slowly out, it felt like a toilet plunger as it seemed to create a vacuum, holding it inside, making it difficult to remove.



Grasping the slick and creamy machined handle of the flashlight he wrested it up and out of my tightly gripping pussy lips causing a loud ‘POP’. Casting it to the floorboard, he plunged his dirty fat thumb inside my wallowed out hole while his thick finger found the tight clinch of my ass. Smearing my wetness over my bunghole, he wedged two fingers inside my tender anus as he double penetrated me. Grinding his thumb as deeply as he could he gripped me like the proverbial bowling ball and lifted me off the seat, as if he was trying to pull me out of my car.



He leaned farther inside the car as he tried to pull my pelvis up to his unshaven face. He was trying to eat my pussy! I felt his hand slide under my butt as he was desperately trying to raise me to his mouth. I arched my back trying to meet his lips, his straining tongue and I felt it. Drooling and spitting on my already frothy LABIA, he flicked his tongue back and forth. Not soft and smooth with a flattened palette, but sharp and pointed like a finger, tweaking across my swollen clitoris and FAT lips. Sucking my little man inside his mouth, he nursed on it like a teat, giving it head as if he was sucking a small penis.



My pussy was CREAMING, dripping out past his thumb as he continued to suck me off. I reached back for support and accidentally grabbed the seat release causing it to fall back, collapsing, as I fell back into the reclined car seat as he almost tumbled in on top of me!



I was sooooo near my climax, crazy with desire. I got to my hands and knees, pushing my ass towards the open driver side window. I reached between my legs and finding his hand, I gave him the rhythm I needed to get off. Guiding him as he rubbed and finger-fucked me, my other hand steadied myself as I felt his hungry mouth began eating out my ass. I couldn’t stand it!! I released his hand and brought my own hand to my brassiere, jerking it down, I freed my breasts so that I could squeeze and fondle my titties.



I felt my ass-eater momentarily stop as his hands fumbled with my skirt, loosening it from around my waist, he jerked it down past my butt, leaving me in only my blouse and brassier! None too quickly he returned to his work on my ass and pussy, forcefully fucking me with three or four of his fingers as it felt like he was trying to wedge his entire hand inside me.



It was then the DAM burst as my pussy was pissing and spraying all over his gnarled fingers as my incredibly overwhelming CLIMAX swept across my trembling body. FUCK!! I was almost pushed through the other window as he finally worked his entire hand inside me and rammed his fist deep into my CUNT. I fell across the console as he pulled me back towards him, his hand embedded in my hole. With his free hand, he grabbed the bottom of my blouse and began stripping it off me. I reached back with one arm then the other as he removed my blouse, then unsnapped my brassiere and as I struggled to get back to my knees, my remaining clothes fell to the seat leaving me naked.



First I was brutalized with the damn Black Max flashlight and now I was being FIST-FUCKED by a god dam vagrant. Slamming repeatedly into me, I imagined my CUNT a speed bag for some Golden Gloves boxer as he rapidly fucked me.



Then somewhere in the vague ozone of reality I thought I heard a car horn. I reached back and pushed on his wrist, trying to remove his buried hand from my stretched and battered CUNT. Finally releasing me, I realized traffic was beginning to creep forward and again the car behind me honked his horn. Bastard!



I plopped back into the soaking wet driver’s seat, filled with my wet piss and creamy CUM, tried to re-adjust the seat and steering wheel. I put the car in DRIVE and turned to look at my derelict ‘lover’, through his snaggle-tooth smile I could see the wetness on his cheeks and chin from the incredible ‘head job’ he had done. Will work for food!!! AMEN! I slipped him the two ones and pressed the accelerator as my car lurched forward.



I made it about four car lengths as traffic again stopped!! And here he comes again……….. Now it’s his turn to play ‘chicken’; I wonder if he’s horny enough to stand next to my car and let me suck him off.



..End of part One



I had moved about four car lengths and was STILL sitting in the middle of traffic with my blouse pulled off and my bra somewhere on the floor, leaving my breasts completely exposed for anyone to see. And having to hurriedly adjust my seat and steering wheel in order to drive forward, I had not had a chance to put my skirt back on. In short I was BUCK-NAKED, sitting in my puddle of piss and frothy CUM-goo as I again waited in traffic.



Luckily, (I guess for those non-exhibitionist), I was in the right-hand turn lane and on my left side was an Action Rental delivery truck, a big box truck that shielded me on the driver’s side. Add to that, even though both side windows were rolled down, my windshield and rear window are both darkly tinted which gave me a small bit of privacy in the chaos of a rush hour traffic jam!



Looking in my rear view mirror I saw my ‘friend’ standing between two lanes of cars, where I had left him when we had stopped our public groping and my public CUMMING. I watched as he spotted my car and started making his way towards me. Sizing him up I realized he was wearing what looked to be a ragged T-shirt that had a picture of Elmo on it, a pair of worn-out Nike’s and an old pair of dirty, off-brand Levi’s, and I could make out a VERY distinct rise in his off-brand Levis’.



Not bothering to get dressed, I again looked in my purse for more ‘spare change’, I found a twenty and watching in my mirror I waited for my turn to play. Except I didn’t see him in the mirror, I looked back and forth to the side mirrors and finally turned and looked out the open window. I was thinking he had enough of me when suddenly the driver’s side door opened!!



OH SHIT! What have I gotten myself into, I thought as he climbed into my car.



I sat petrified, totally exposed, naked, my tits, my CUNT! At first he just stared at me, then without saying a word he unfastened his pants and pulled his thick, uncircumcised cock out. I could smell the thick musky smell of his crotch as I now stared at his fat hard-on.



I LOVE uncut dicks, they fascinate me and I love it that a man can have such a huge piece of meat, be just rock-hard rigid and still have all that skin that he can pull up over a swollen purple head. It was my turn to stare as he stroked himself, pulling the skin back, showing me how large and swollen his pulsing head was. I imagined I could see it throb as he tightly gripped it, making his knuckles white as he squeezed. He seemed proud and well he should be!



I watched as his pre-CUM dribbled out of his slit, there was so much, I wasn’t sure if maybe he was already climaxing as it ran down his shaft, puddling in the thick folds of his foreskin as it finally ran down over his fist. He slowly began to pump it, taking deep strokes as he arched his back, raising his ass off the seat. His window was down and for a split second I worried that someone would see him obscenely masturbating. It is funny how a pussy flash or a topless woman gets people to notice but a hard naked COCK will get a call to the cops!



That was just as I leaned toward his erection. Sliding one arm behind him as he arched off the seat, I tugged his pants down past his ass as my mouth found him. He was big, VERY BIG and my mouth felt stretched as I tried to fit his head inside. With his hand, he helped by pushing hard against the back of my head, choking me as he rammed himself between my taut lips.



He continued jacking off as I tried to suck him, smashing his fist against my mouth as he sloshed his sloppy pre-cum (piss) on my face. I could feel the blood pulsing through his foul smelling cock, his big round head throbbing as my mouth was filling with whatever he was ejaculating; though he had not CUM yet, I could tell he was close. Up and down I went on his meat, sucking, gagging, taking him to the hilt. I was choking as he fucked my mouth. Now gripping my head with both hands he forcefully slammed himself down my throat. I couldn’t breath; I may even have been sobbing from the pain, the pleasure, possibly from fear.



THEN… Oh my GOD!! He began CUMMING! Huge, thick globs of the foulest tasting spunk I had ever had sucked out of someone’s DICK! Pulling me by my hair, he jerked me off his cock as he again was beating his meat, shooting long stringy ropes of his SPUNK on my face, in my eyes, my hair. I couldn’t believe the amount of jizm he shot on me.



Pushing my head back into his crotch he rubbed my face, my lips over his cock and hairy balls, spreading the nasty wetness, smearing it as I felt his spongy balls touching my abused lips. I sucked, I licked, I tried to take one of his big balls in my mouth. I moved my arm from around his waist and pulled his testicles up so I could lick the crease that bisects his scrotum, between his legs to his asshole.



His CUM and pre-CUM was sticky covering his crotch as I tried to spread his legs so I could snake my tongue down towards his ass. And it smelled like ASS as he pushed his pants to his ankles and spread his legs wide. I was on my knees in my seat as he arched his back and pushed my head closer to his asshole.



Reaching for his hairy ass my fingers spread his ass cheeks as I sought out his ass. The wetness of my slobber, his CUM and pre-CUM made his hole a slick easy target as my finger slid deeply inside. I finger-fucked his ass as my mouth again found his still hard dick.



This time he found the seat release and as he fell prone I lost his cock from between my lips but was able to keep my finger buried up his ass. I pushed his one leg up as I watched my now two fingers pumping in and out on his shithole. As nasty as it was, I couldn’t resist and I pulled my fingers out, licked and cleaned them, and replaced them with my lips. I sucked it. I stuck my tongue inside his ass. I tasted the foulness of him. I tried to work my tongue deeper, as I began tongue fucking him. I could feel his balls resting on me as he began to jack-off.



I wasn’t sure if he would be able to CUM again but he was as hard as he was earlier. I moved back and watched as he lay there, eyes closed, furiously pumping his HUGE uncut monster. I crawled on top. I reached between my legs and guided his thick meat between my pussy lips. I had to FUCK him.



He put his hands on my waist as I slowly began fucking him. Trying to enjoy every inch, I worked his cock as deeply as I could inside my CUNT. Grinding my pelvis hard against his as I tried to control his motion, he reached to grab my titties. Rising up the best I could in the cramped quarters I was naked, fucking him in rush hour traffic. My skirt wadded up somewhere on the floor, I rose higher so he could see his cock sliding in and out of my PUSSY.



As I began to bounce up and down, I reached between my legs and spread my labia, pulling my lips wide with each hand until my clit protruded, sticking out at least an inch as I started CUMMING, my own CUM/PISS spraying out in its own erratic, uneven pattern, covering his belly, his chest. I was throwing myself hard against him, as if I was riding the bull at Billy Bob’s!



I lowered my breast to his mouth, letting him suck and bite my nipples as his meat pierced deeply inside. My CUM was SOOOOO intense and his thick meat felt SOOOOOO good I really wanted it in my ass, I may have even cried out, “FUCK MY ASS!” But I knew there wasn’t time as I finally collapsed on top of him. I could feel the wetness covering his belly and chest as I lay on him.



After a few seconds, I felt his hand between my legs, as he ‘plopped’ his still rigid cock out of my CUNT. I didn’t know if I had actually cried out during my CLIMAX or if he was a mind reader, but he was rubbing that big bulbous head against my puckered sphincter. I reached behind, smearing our sticky funk on my asshole, I tried to work his cock inside. Just as it felt like it would never fit, he rammed hard against me. Forcing me into the roof of the car but also sinking his thick meat into my anus. He was trying to ass fuck me as furiously as he had fucked my pussy. I thought I would scream as he drove his giant fuck stick inside me, I knew he would surely split me open, ripping the tender tissue of my bowels as he deeply reamed out my gut.



I rose up, then pushed my ass down on his enormous COCK, trying to force him to a slower pace, I ground my ass against his crotch, burrowing him even deeper. The pain was incredible, the pain was incredibly amazing as I reached back to smear more spit on his cock. Working in and out I was able to lubricate the both of us enough that he slid in and out a bit more easily. The pace quickened, he was again driving hard into my ASS.



I was in orbit, I was in ecstasy as I shivered, trembled as he sunk, speared his DICK deep inside me, causing my CLIMAX, OUR CLIMAX, as he too was filling my intestine with his foul CUM as I peed and creamed all over his filthy body.



I tightly held him as he emptied inside me, his fat meat pulsating with each spurt. We were all but panting as we rested, our breathe coming in heaves, our bodies sweating from the exertion. I tried to rise off my exhausted partner. His semi-hard cock slowly slid out of my greased ass. I could feel my abused asshole emptying as loud farts escaped from it. He had jack-hammered so much air inside me it sounded like I eaten five pounds of pinto beans as the air ‘farted’ out.



We both laughed as I crawled off of him and into the driver’s seat, large globs of his CUM wad still emptying out of my twin CUM holes. I sat in it; I felt it ooze out onto the vinyl seat. He raised his seat and started to pull his pants up over his nasty CUM and blood covered dick, fresh from deep in my shithole, I couldn’t resist that uncut hunk of meat. Reaching for it, I wrapped my hand around him, squeezed more of his CUM out of him. He was sticky, his cum and my cum coated his fleshy snake, there was so much skin it was difficult to pull it tight as his cock softened. Leaning again toward his lap I licked and cleaned his limp cock, sucking it, skinning it back as I tried to remove every trace of our fluids, juices, nasty spunk.



I caught myself making love to his dick, tenderly holding it, kissing it, as I felt myself getting wet, turned on by an uncircumcised penis. I tried sucking it, up and down, trying to once more make him erect. I took only his head in my mouth and tightly sucked it, trying to create a vacuum as I pulled his foreskin tightly to the base of his shaft. I held his round head in my hand and stuck my tongue in his pee slit. I sucked only the tip. I crammed every inch of him in my mouth, his soft meat filling my mouth as I ground my lips against his pelvis. I wrapped both of my hands around his hairy balls, my thumbs and forefingers encircling his testicles as I licked them, squeezed them, twisted his ball sac again and again, making him moan as I punished him. The loose skin of his cock was becoming taut as I pulled tightly on his scrotum. He was getting hard!! I took him in my mouth and took him as deeply as I could. Sucking. Sucking. Sucking. Up and down on his shaft, I was fucking him with my mouth.



Again with the damn HONKING!! Cars were starting to move. I sat up in my seat as the transient pulled his off-brand Levis’ up and hopped out, his Levis’ still unbuttoned, his dark cock peeking out of his open fly as I slowly drove off. Looking in the rear view mirror, I saw him bend down and pick up what appeared to be clothing.

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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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

It was almost Sunset and I was doing a load of dishes when I heard the knock at my door.



“Fuck,” I muttered to my empty kitchen, my arms covered up to my elbows in soap and dishwater as I exhaled and blew little bubbles everywhere, crying out to whoever it was at my door, “Just a minute…!”



I could have swore I heard another timid knock at my door as I shook the soapy film from my hands with a few sharp snaps of my wrists and strode to the door, expecting Jehovah’s Witnesses or some neighbor that would only deign to talk to me only when asking for some random thing.



Instead, I opened the door to find my friend May sobbing, a river of tears cutting a channel down her smooth brown cheeks. Her olive shaped amber eyes were normally alight with wit and laughter, but now were swollen and red from crying.



“I’m sorry Ethan- I would have called bu-but…” She broke down, and she looked exhausted, wounded and defeated.



“Don’t worry about it,” I gently took her by the shoulder and pulled her into my house, away from the prying eyes of my elderly neighbor and the Summer heat. It was damn hot out and in addition to tears, May was drenched from not only sweat but some unknown substance- a red stickiness contrasting with the deep, dark brown of her face, neck and and arms. It even managed to cling to her shortly cropped, thick curly hair as well as the black of her over-sized Pink Floyd t-shirt.



“Sit here, I’ll be right back,” I said firmly but gently, and though she would have said something smart-ass at me telling her what to do- in her state she just collapsed, like a puppet who just had it’s strings cut into my aged but comfortable reading chair. I got us both ice water and towels so she could get off the sweat and whatever it was on her and I my hands still wet from doing the mostly completed pile of dishes.



Bawling sobs ripped through my apartment and with a shaky hand she accepted the large glass with her surprisingly strong grip, taking several heavy drinks of the refreshingly cold water.



I sat there silently- waiting for her to speak. My eyes were intent on her face. She usually looked me in the eye, strong and confident- but today she looked down, broken. It was sad to see. She numbly wiped at the unknown crimson spatter mingled with sweat from her caramel skin, and rubbed at the patina of snot above her thick, purple lips. Wracking sobs shook her body as I could see her white, but slightly crooked teeth show through a pained grimace. To say May’s ancestry was mixed would be an understatement- her ancestry was comprised of black, Korean, German and a Hodge-Podge of a few other random nationalities. She was pretty, but fell just short of being beautiful- She’d probably look stunning in a dress, but it’d take a a million dollars AND a SWAT team to get her into one. She was the quintessential Tomboy, from the brazen way she spoke, to being able to spot me at the gym down to the way she kept her curly hair- black and dyed with red highlights and cropped short in a relaxed style that was unintentionally flattering.



If my gaze were to wander down, I’d see what was probably quite the body hidden underneath those baggy clothes- petite, muscular and voluptuous- but I didn’t…



Really, it was because that would have been a moot point really. May was gay and a total fucking butch. Gayer than the whole YMCA discography- in fact we met through a former girlfriend of mine, Abby. Abby was “bi-sexual”. Though I think it was just term for Abby being unable to commit to anything- even the gender of her sexual partners. As she did with me, Abby decided for some random reason- maybe because it was Black Friday or something, that she liked dick again and moved to Toronto with some dread-locked stoner guy who spoke French and sold hemp products out of this head shop. It was rather sudden, leaving May not a little hurt, not unlike how Abby had had left me when she got together with May.



I remember wanting to be bitter at May when I first met her, but I couldn’t help but enjoy her easy, honest smile, the way she always said what was on her mind, and her infectious laugh.



Ironically- it chapped Abby’s ass that May and I got on as well as we did. I think May was supposed to be something to flaunt in front of me for whatever stupid reason. I have to admit, I enjoyed robbing Abby of that.



Instead, we got to talking about how Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu was often overrated off the mat and from there, why Metallica should have quit after The Black Album, finally to why Fosters was still decent beer in spite of the hate.



So, long after Abby had departed for the Great White North, May and I kept talking. We were platonic friends, obviously, despite her having a great rack and an ass that could make even baggy, thrasher jeans look good. As far as I was concerned, she was off the market- not even remotely interested nor ever would be. I have plenty of other women friends who were hetero and we weren’t dating or fucking. The tried and trite “Let’s just be friends”, as long as it was offered sincerely, never stopped me from actually being friends with a woman. It was the same thing with her- I didn’t weird things up by hitting on her, and I didn’t hit on her girlfriends. We worked out like we were just two dude friends. Unlike my other women friends, May had the additional perk that my hetero chick friends didn’t in that we could go look at tits together.



Four months ago May had met this chick in her Women’s studies class who kind of reminded me of Abby. Sure, Carmen was Abby’s physical polar opposite- short where Abby had been tall. Carmen was a dark skinned Latina where Abby was about as Irish as Corned Beef and Cabbage- her skin like milk and freckled with cinnamon. Carmen was curvy where Abby was slender. It wasn’t her body type or skin tone that made her another Abby but the same, juvenile need for attention and a ruthless ability to apply histrionics and manipulation to get it.



I remember laughing with May one night over some beers after work a few weeks ago and she told me how Carmen thought I was gay.



“Really?” I blinked,”Why would she think that?”



“Yunno- I asked her the same damn thing,” May responded after thinking on it as she took a deep swig from her gold and blue can of Fosters,”You know what she told me?”



“What?” I asked- I mean I bathed and used deodorant and I laughed at Mrs. Doubtfire but I wasn’t exactly Metro or anything. Why would I ping on her gaydar?



“He never hit on me” Carmen said,” May replied, looking at me pointedly,” You believe that shit?”



We both had a good laugh at that. It wasn’t that Carmen wasn’t fuckable, she was. I might have been El Juero Blanco, but I was equal-opportunity. However you wanted to slice it, Carmen was my buddy’s girl. Regardless of what May wore underneath her Fruit of the Loom’s she was still my bro, and I would never violate the “Bro Code” like that, No IF’s, AND’s or BUT’s. I recall thinking back on it, and something about that struck me as just arrogant on Carmen’s part. I told myself I was probably just reading too much into things- and May really liked her and I did the best I could to be a good wing man.



My other friends gave me shit (As I’m sure some of May’s dyke buddies gave her shit for hanging out with a straight dude) for hanging out with a “dyke” but I’d fuck with them back, “Jim, you’re just jealous she gets better poon than you.” And it’s true- she had some great taste in women- well, at least in the way of looks. I couldn’t really fault her for the inability to see past a pretty face, especially since we had shared at least one pretty, albeit shallow girl. I had learned my lessons and was pickier now, better able to see the telltale red flags than May was.



Now May was here, in tears.



“So May, what happened?” I asked, absentmindedly scrubbing at an errant spot of dish soap drying on my hairy forearms. May just wasn’t prone to this crying shit- even before during her other breakups. she was as much, if not more of a dude, than I was. Something was different about today, and even if it felt a bit awkward, I’d do my best to be there for my friend.



“Fuck Ethan…” She exhaled sharply then breathed in after, letting out a loud sigh, “I think Carmen…I think she left me.”



I almost wondered aloud, “How can you THINK someone left you?” but I caught myself, instead I just gave her a “go on, I’m listening” look.



“Carmen had picked me up from class and I just wanted to go home- it’s hot and all. I was fucking tired, but she wanted to go out drinking and dancing. We had talked this morning about just having a nice quiet evening together tonight- we hadn’t gotten to see each other all that much. Of course that started us to fighting about stupid shit. You know, how she seems to think that I was cheating around on her, I was pissed she kept asking- you know I’m not, and I was tired of having to keep justifying myself to her. It made me think that maybe there was someone else- the thief is the first person to accuse another person of pick pocketing, right? God, it was so fucking embarrassing how we were all Jerry Springer at the stoplight as people in the cars next to us just kept giving us funny looks.”



I winced as she paused for a breath. I’ve been witness to one or two of those fights, and honestly, I was surprised they didn’t end up in knock-out drag out sessions where the cops had to be called.



“Yeah, I hate that shit too, man.” Abby had been prone to hysteria, she had this fetish for pulling these epic-ass tantrums in public…The last person I dated was more sedate, but prone to the passive-aggressive bullshit. That wasn’t much better. I swear, there were times I wished I was fucking gay- until I found out from May that gay dudes liked to play the same bullshit games. No tits and vag for the same drama? No fucking thank you.



“My sister CeeCee had called from her boyfriends phone- you know how we were planning Mom’s birthday? Carmen was giving me the third fucking degree, and just flipped out and knocked the phone out of my hand.” This couldn’t have happened but forty minutes ago, and understandably, this was hard for her to talk about.



“Christ,” I muttered- I didn’t like where this was heading and I was afraid for my friend.



“I fucking flipped out Ethan. I yelled at her…” She confessed in a quiet voice,” I just couldn’t…I was hot and tired and just fucking fed up, you know? I told her to pull over.”



I gave her a “I don’t blame you” look. Someone grabbing something out of my hand or knocking it out was enough to make me want to swing on someone too, tits or no,” What’d you do?”



She looked at me, her hands shaking so much I had to take the now empty glass from her hands before she dropped it and her voice shuddered and hitched,” I told her that I was fucking tired of this…this princess bullshit. I love her Ethan- but fuck, it’s just day in and day out. Does everything have to be fucking Vietnam with these bitches?”



“It shouldn’t have to be, dude,” I said with a shrug,” But should and shit begin the same way for a reason.”



“Yeah, that’s what I thought too,” May answered, her teeth grinding together in anguish and a bitter cast warping her normally pretty features,” She- told me to get the fuck out of the car- but first she JUST HAD to tell me that she had met someone else- some bitch from her work and because she hadn’t fucking gutted me enough, she threw her Slurpee in my face.”



“What a fucking cunt.” I muttered. What was it with some women? Not enough that they twisted the knife in, but they had to cover it in salt and then break it off inside too? That wasn’t quite fair- I’ve been my own kind of dick to women too, and I’ve seen my dude friends do some petty shit that wasn’t anywhere near necessary. Part of growing up for both genders, I guess.



“So…I don’t have my phone and you were ten minutes away. I was praying…that you were home. I just- you’ve always been there to talk to.”



I was supposed to go out and play darts with some guys at work- but I had a feeling that May was going to need me tonight.



“I’m gonna need to place to crash tonight Ethan- I just don’t feel like going home.” She looked almost sheepish when she asked.



“Don’t even sweat it bro. Mi casa, Su casa.” It was kind of a running joke with each other we always called each other shit like “Dude”, “Bro” “Man”- I guess it also made the gender issue a bit easier to deal with.



She sighed in relief and sadness,” Thanks man. I just- I’m just so fucked up.”



“I’ve been there. You were there for me when I needed it too May. I was gonna go out tonight-”



“Oh no…” May said, crestfallen,”I didn’t mea-”



I waved my hand dismissively,” -It’s just some buddies from work. I spend enough time with their sorry asses all week long anyway. I was just saying, let me give them a call to cancel. Do you wanna take a shower and get all that crap off of you?”



She nodded gratefully and said,”…Yeah.”



“Right on. There are guest towels on the rack and a spare sponge.”



Through her tears, she started to shake her head in mock dismay,”You’re such a fag, Ethan.”



There was my buddy May, tough as nails and able to talk shit with the best of them,”Shut the fuck up and go wash that bee cum off your face, you asshole.”



She laughed despite her grief and went to go shower. I called my work buddy to cancel- but it turned out to work out just fine, one dude almost forgot his wife’s anniversary and the other one had a hot date last minute. I made up the couch for her and got some clothes that I hoped would fit her, one of my white undershirts and some brown drawstring sleepy pants left over from Passive-Aggressive girl who was about May’s height, but far more slender. I thought they would fit…maybe- most of my clothes were just too big for her.



I went to go set it in front of the door as I heard the sound of the shower running, and I before I knew what was happening, I saw the door cracked and tried to look down as quickly as I could- but it was too late to keep me from getting a decent look.



May wasn’t facing me, I saw her from behind. She always wore clothes that understated her figure in over-sized baggy shirts, loose jeans and shorts that nearly reached her shins, but I had always guessed that she was built like a brick-shit house- you know, solid but also curvy? I wasn’t wrong- she was muscular and I could see her back, complete with a tattoo of two rainbow colored female symbols wreathed in thorny roses, her arms were well toned but probably her best feature was a full ass that looked like two brown cantaloupes held up by short, unshaven muscular legs, ending in strong, but shapely calves. She was bending over, pulling down what looked like grey boxer briefs giving me a brief flash of kinky black pubic hair and poking under the cleft of plump pussy lips. Her breasts were full enough that I could see them from the side- even a hint of a large, milk-chocolate colored nipple. She didn’t shave, but that never bothered me. I always joked that I wouldn’t make a woman shave her legs if she didn’t make me shave mine. At the sight of my friend’s nudity, I looked away blushing like a fucking kid. It was like looking at your buddy at the locker room in the locker room, or taking a peek at another dude’s dick while you were pissing in the urinal- you just didn’t do it.



“Uh…May, I uh…” God, I was stammering, my mouth dry as I tried to push the image of what I just saw out of my mind.



“What?” She yelled, tears still in her voice.”I can barely hear you over the water.”



“I left you some clothes Br-bro.” That last word was hard to get out as I clapped my hand over my eyes,” Give me your shit and I’ll throw it in the washer.”



One of her small, sinewy arms thrust her clothes to me and I almost gingerly accepted them from her, doing my damnedest to not touch her chonies.



I threw them into the wash, trying to ignore the the scent of her- sweaty, but still very much healthy woman.



“Don’t be a fucking perv,” I admonished myself under my breath as I poured in some soap and started the machine.



She showered for a good long time. That red gunk was everywhere and probably a bitch and a half to get out. Not to mention I would have needed to get clean on an emotional level after something like what happened with her and Carmen.



May emerged from her shower to the sight of me frying up some steak and potatoes. Her hair was gleaming and wet the red highlights shining, my white shirt clung to her bra-less breasts like a second skin, hanging over what was a tight and toned stomach. Even the brown sleep pants fit too tight to make me feel comfortable in my platonic-ness.



“What?” She asked, giving me that “..the fuck you looking at, buddy?” look.



“Nothing man,” I lied and cleared the nervous lump from my throat,” Grab a beer, and grab me one too.”



“Do I look like your bitch, fucker?” She asked, playfully.



“No, just a plain ol’ bitch.” I laughed,”You still like your steak charred?”



“Yeah, I eat it like a human being, not how you do, practically like it’s fucking red wings.” She shot back. I could tell she was still tore up, but this is what she needed right now. May wasn’t some little flower that needed to be stepped around and she liked that I never treated her like that.



“Damn straight Red Wings, pearl applicator, string and everything” I shot back, pressing her steak onto the flat pan my own oozing delicious red on a bed of potatoes.



“You’re so fucking gross Ethan.” She said making a sour face, but laughing as she went into my fridge and dug out two beers, popping the caps off with twist of her hands. She was shaking less I noticed- that was good.



“Says the fucker that eats charcoal.” I shot back, smirking.



I threw her clothes into the drier for her, and joined her in the living room where we sat, eating on the couch that I had made up for her. We ate and drank beer as we watched “Hang ‘em High”, typical guy fare, and from that we watched another Clint Eastwood gem “Gran Torino.” We both loved that movie- we had watched it so much that we could quote every grouchy old racial slur from that old cracker’s snarling lips. By the time that movie was done, our dead soldiers had become a whole unit that went MIA.



I felt my head swimming as we laughed. I found it harder and harder to not to look at May’s bouncing tits as she chortled at lines we had both heard over a dozen times before. At the end of this gruff, but poignant movie we heard Clint Eastwood’s gravelly voice trying and failing badly to croon out the song at the end credits- that part always set us both howling. I tried to focus on laughing as I felt myself swell and harden in my pants to the sight of May’s nipples making stiff points in the thin cloth of the white tee-shirt. I told myself it was just her natural reaction to the cold, and to stop being such a jerk about it.



“Christ…,” I muttered to myself as I could see the outline of her large areola clearly showing through the thin white material.



“What?” She asked and saw what I was looking at and looked down as if she forgot they were there herself.” Yeah- I have tits, so fucking what?”



“No you don’t” I said trying to keep my face- and my priorities, straight,” And you have a cock bigger than mine.”



She looked at me and snorted, even that course expression not diminishing her beauty.



I stood up on woozy legs and almost fell, but caught myself with the edge of the couch. I winced as my shoulders gave a twinge from the sudden jarring, causing me to wince and inhale sharply.



“What’s the matter?” May asked, her eyes only slightly more unfocused than mine.



“Nothing…” I said, trying to rub the soreness out of my back. I had overworked at the gym today and because it had been a long day, my body was complaining, the little slip causing a murmur to turn into a loud complaint.

“C’mere.” She beckoned me to sit next to her on the couch. Something in me told me this wasn’t a good idea…



“No May…I should just get some sleep.” I protested.



“Don’t be a pussy, Ethan,” She told me and that settled it, I just wasn’t in the mood to argue myself out of a back rub, especially with how sore I was.



I sat down in front of her, and I tried to ignore how good she smelled as her hands, small but rather strong, wrung the tension from my back even in a way that both hurt and felt good at once.



“Oww…” I winced as she pinched my neck particularly hard,” What have you been doing with those ham hands of yours May- crushing rocks barehanded?”



“Don’t be such a fucking baby, Ethan,” May admonished.



I shook my head and let her continue to work aching shoulders and neck, then continue my back and arms and tried to ignore the nagging lump in my pants that refused to die.



I had to admit, I felt so much better.



“Now, my turn.” She told me and I shrugged in an almost resigned fashion- fair was fair I guess.



I gave her a very similar massage to the one she had given me, kneading out the massive knots of her tension as I tried to position my embarrassing hard-on away. I couldn’t help but feel like I was back in Junior High.



I tried to ignore the way her bare neck with those little hairs that were goose-pimpling at my touch sloped into her shoulders and how my shirt showed the slope of her bare cleavage…



“C’mon…don’t be such a pushee.” May almost complained.



“Pussy?” I corrected her as I dug my hands into her firm, brown flesh.



“Yeah…” She moaned. Christ… What was I doing? She obviously didn’t like me that way. This was just two dudes helping each other out. That’s how I had to think of it, I wasn’t queer.



It was a bittersweet mixture of shame and pleasure I got from handling her firm, healthy body. She felt so warm and she smelled way too fucking good.



Fuck, I knew I shouldn’t have had those last two beers…



May turned around to say something and before even I knew what I was doing I kissed her and her eyes just opened for a bit, her lips were full and sweet, tasting of beer and a musky, cloven taste.



I pulled back and she looked at me with surprise and shock- and what looked like anger.



“God May…I’m so- I’m fucking sorry,” I stammered and I swear I thought she was gonna knock me out.



She just stared at me with this expression on her face, her jaw set and her amber eyes almost flashing…I cursed myself.



“Ethan, you dumb fuck! May is gay, and not to mention, this is your bro- and you fucking made a move on her when she needed you to just list…”



She grabbed me by my shirt and kissed me back hard, aggressive. Her tongue was long and agile, sweeping the back of my teeth as she held me to her.



That did it, I couldn’t hold back anymore. One of my hands snaked under the white tee she was borrowing and went to one of her free hanging tits. God they were huge and hot in my hand and she moaned into my mouth when I rolled the turgid point with my fingertips.



I felt her hands cup my ass and squeeze roughly, which I kept hard despite a desk-job, from hours at the gym and even more time on the mat during Kyukushin practice. I had caught female co-workers checking it out, but May was the last woman I ever counted on appreciating it.



I kept mauling her tits and she pushed my back down full onto the couch, but really, it was hard to tell which of us was the aggressor. I didn’t mind when a woman took charge, but this was crazy.



I could feel how wet May was even through her shorts and my pants as she kept rubbing against me as if she was the one with the cock.



I felt one of her hands grab the back of my neck and I moaned as I felt her warm mouth, with it’s full lips kiss my neck as her tongue, wet and skilled lick my neck in a way that must have drove her girlfriends wild- it was working just fine on me too. I didn’t mean to, it was an accident, but when I my hands dipped into the cleavage of her ass, rubbing her through the thin barrier of the brown cloth. I could almost feel her asshole twitch and spasm through the prison of the pajamas. May moaned breathily again and bit into my neck, the scent of her arousal spicy, primal and strong filled the room.



“God…I love it in my ass,” She admitted huskily in my ear, even in my dulled, drunken state my eyes widened and my cock twitched at her confession.



I felt her hands rubbing along my front and I could almost feel the internal struggle inside of her mind as she felt my cock hot and throbbing against the prison of my jeans. I knew May had tried having sex with a dude once back in High School- that’s when she truly knew she was gay. It was as if she kept hoping to find a pussy there that just wasn’t gonna be- but she was so turned on that she almost didn’t care.



I felt her other hand roam downwards to slip the brown shorts over the meaty flesh of her ass- her skin and the fabric almost the same rich coppery hue. I looked down over her the shapely landscape of her shoulder and back as she moaned into my neck.



Fuck, I was going to have hickeys from hell from this, but I just couldn’t bring myself to give a fuck right now.



My fingers found the the sexy pucker of her asshole, almost trying to swallow my questing fingers like a hungry little dark mouth, her sex drooling onto me.



I felt her hand boldly unzip my jeans and I swear, I felt like the chick as she brazenly yanked my pants down as my cock, hard as steel drooled twitching at the feel of her hard stomach. May nearly had a six-pack, and it was covered in a light spattering of hair leading from her crotch up to her bellybutton, a little swath, her skin like velvet over the surprisingly hard muscle. Her pussy already sopping wet, soft and hot on balls that were already hot and churning with my seed.



I rubbed her asshole in little circles and she moaned even louder, biting onto my neck as she yanked my pants all the way down and off my feet, pausing only to pull off her shirt. If her tits looked good from the side, they were fucking masterpieces from the front and up close. Even hanging down onto my broad, hairy chest they looked full and supple, each capped with large nipples slightly larger than the size of the last joint of my pinky like hard brown little rocks, the wide chocolate aureola puckered as they rubbed against my own heated, pale skin.



“Fuck May,” I moaned as one of her short-nailed fingers found my nipple, twisting it just enough to elicit a spark of pleasure-pain.



She was beyond worked up, enough to ignore the fact that I didn’t have tits or a vagina- as she worked her full, tapered hips up and down the shaft of my cock. Her clitoris, as large as her nipple rubbed up and down the shaft, to the underside of the flaring, drooling mushroom tip of my cock.



Thankfully I was just sober enough to realize that I didn’t have a condom by me, and because she was a lesbian, despite this crazy fluke- she probably wasn’t on the pill.



“May…” I started,



“What?” She hissed, irritated in any possible distraction from the fulfillment of her lust.



“Dude, I don’t wanna get you knocked up.” I choked out.



I heard her say in a surprised tone, as something she normally didn’t have to even consider during sex dawned on her,”Oh yeah…”



She bent down to take my nipple in her full lipped mouth and I felt her hand work my drooling shaft- her awkwardness with my gender was more than made up for by her enthusiasm. My hand continued mauling her breast as my finger worked it’s way into her now un-resisting hole, naturally lubricated with just the juices by her own arousal. She suddenly bit my nipple causing both of us to moan.



My beautiful, seemingly unattainable lesbian friend- peered into my eyes, her own beautifully angular amber ones were lidded with lust. She seemed to pause as her eyes rolled back in bliss as the finger probing into her ass got up to the second joint. It was my turn to shudder as she rubbed my throbbing hardness with the palm of her hand, the surface a strange yet delightful combination of calloused roughness and softness.



She held my hand to her ass, and I worked my finger in and out, sexy wet sounds coming from that sweet, hungry little hole as she brazenly slid her hips to my face and I saw the plush blossom of her sex open, slick and wet, her clitoris reminded me disturbingly of a small cock as she placed her sopping nest of kinky black hair onto my face.



“Eat my pussy.” It wasn’t a request so much as a command and I complied, and her hand kept working my cock with her fingers and palm as I humped into the sheath she created with her fist.



For a guy I wasn’t bad at eating pussy, and May’s was delicious. If she thought my technique could use work, I didn’t hear it. My buddy certainly wasn’t complaining as I licked and nibbled and sucked around her full dark pussy lips in concert with the finger I was rhythmically probing into her small pucker, pausing to occasionally bite the inside of her thighs as they gripped the side of my head almost crushingly. I heard her moan and cry out like a cat in heat as I took the flat of my tongue and licked up the wet channel in broad, flat strokes, working the stiff thimble of her clit with the tip of my tongue, working to drink in the heavy liquid flood of her tangy juices.



I felt her hands scratch up my belly and take a hold of my nipples, flicking and pinching them softly, causing me to moan huskily into the folds of her sex. I slowly pulled out the finger probing her ass and she moaned in frustrated disappointment until I grabbed her hips and positioned her so my tongue could explore the channel of her firm ass and she screamed and bucked on my face.



“Ethan…you fucker. Eat my motherfucking ass…” May grunted in forceful encouragement,”God…your tongue…it feels…fuck- it feels fucking magic. SHIT!”



I felt the pucker open and spasm at the intrusion of my tongue and I could taste her the tangy copper of her ass- not unpleasant. I was enjoying myself at least as much as May was.



She rode and bucked on my face as I held her fast to me, snaking my tongue up the wet, tight channel and her hand snaked down to my cock again, smearing the slickness of my pre-cum around the head with her thumb.



“Jesus…fuck…” May keened as she stopped herself just short of cumming one of her feet accidentally knocking over a half-full bottle of beer onto my carpet.



She pulled off of me and looked at me, her angular amber eyes smoldering with lust as she pulled my face to her, kissing me and moaning as she tasted herself on my tongue.



Her hands were roaming on my body and I know I was bucking up against her and she pulled her full lips off of me looking into my eyes and she almost looked down,” Ethan- I want you…”



“What?” I asked, as my thick fingers went back to to play with the sopping, spasming pucker of her asshole, while she moaned and pressed against me, trying to get the digit to return into that tight, hungry hole as she could.



“I want you…”She blushed deeply, causing her caramel skin to turn an even darker shade”To…fuck my ass.”



Even with the high amp of her lust, she looked at my cock nervously, like a kid that was about to get a shot at the doctor’s, but knew that if she did, she’d get to go out for ice-cream after.



I felt her tongue, long and purple, furtively dart from her mouth, licking the unfamiliar territory of the head of my cock and I moaned. She got bolder slowly, her turn to elicit moans from me. Despite my only slightly sober state and the live-wire state of my arousal I knew we were going to have to take this slow.



I stayed still, the only parts of me that moved were my cock which bobbed and throbbed of it’s own accord, teased by the timid licks of her shy tongue, goaded by the fullness of her lips, encouraged by the heat of her breathing. My hand which soothingly stroked her back, neck and cheek like a half-wild mare that was about to bolt.



May clumsily, but effectively, took the thick head of my cock into her mouth, and gave it wet little sucks, echoing throughout my living room in concert to my moans.



My hand went from her cheek to run through the short bob of her curly ebon hair streaked with crimson, the fingers scratching at her scalp causing her slight sucks to become bolder. She bravely tried to take more and more of my thick hardness into a mouth that had only most likely fellated strap-ons. I swear that’s what I heard her say to herself, to give herself some peace of mind as she sucked on me and to my credit, I have great control over my ability to cum- which was good, because May was a damn quick study. When she was satisfied that my cock was wet and slick enough to enter into the tightness of her asshole, she pulled off me. I noticed that she licked her lips curiously, undecided but not entirely repelled by the taste of my lubricating pre-cum. Her hips were twitching almost of their own accord as she bucked and twitched in need.



May propped herself up on her elbows and held her ass up into the air as she looked back at me, her eyes wild with desire and need, her sex drooling down her legs and the little brown eye of her ass winking and pulsating with need.



“Fuck me…Fuck my ass now Ethan.” She commanded.



“I thought you were the top May?” I said, smirking as her her lust filled eyes burned into mine. I know- probably not the time to fuck with my buddy but Christ, I wasn’t some passive punk either,”I didn’t know you liked to catch.”



She gritted her teeth in need and irritation as she looked back at me and spat,”What’s the matter Nancy? Not man enough to fuck me in the ass? Angie was…”



“Oh, May, you asshole!” I thought vehemently,” You had just HAD to fucking go there, didn’t you?”



When I strode up to her and lined up the head of my cock over the grasping tightness of her ass she looked at me like the cat who swallowed the canary and smiled in anticipation.



“C’mon you punk, fuck my ass like you have a dick” May goaded” Show me what a man doe-”



She wanted to go with that game huh? She howled in lust and pain as I just shoved in all of my thick rod and I could feel her body tense.



“Fuck you Etha..” I cut her off with another hard thrust. She moaned and grimaced, obviously enjoying the rough trade,”God…fuck…”



God, her ass felt so good and tight around my cock and I fucked into her with strong, bone-jarring thrusts.



“C’mon bitch…don’t be a pu-pussy,” May grimaced,” Fuck me harder!”



I grabbed her hair, the short curls sprouting from between my thick fingers as I brought my spare hand onto her flexing, shuddering ass with a loud slap. She moaned and felt her ass grip my cock like a tight, wet sucking mouth, the sounds of our fucking echoing throughout the apartment as I bent down to her straining neck and bit hard.



May was panting like a bitch in heat now and she was meeting my strokes now with her powerful hips.



I growled into her ear and then bit her neck with a brief, sharpness again,” Who is the fucking bitch now, huh May?”



She bit her lip and moaned, and she cried out with a wet little whimper as I fucked her, my heavy, cum-laden balls slapping against the sopping delta of her cunt. When she stayed silent I roughly yanked her hair even more tightly and slapped her ass as I felt her sweet, hot tightness grip my cock desperately.



She muttered something under her breath.



I put my all my weight on top of her strong back and she supported us both as I pinned her, plunging all the way into her asshole and I gripped one of her firm breasts, shuddering and slapping with the force of my fucking and pulled on it, twisting the nipple.



“Tell me bro, who is the motherfucking bitch May?” I gruffly asked again, my breath hot in her ear.



“Fuck- fuck you FAAAAAG!” She huffed, screaming when I roughly pulled on her tit again, this time with crushing force,” GOD…god…okay Ethan-Okay!”



“What?” I asked, I was gonna make her say it…she wanted to say it, but this game was part of the experience.”Whose the bitch here, taking all my cock up her ass like some little punk, her cunt drooling onto my carpet?”



She shuddered, reacting to the graphic, rough words paired with the equally rough stimulation and she surrendered,”…Me.”



“Me what”, May?”I slammed into her again stretching her ass out, I didn’t realize that May was a switch like this. “What are you.”



She moaned huskily as I switched my cruel grip to her other swollen, engorged tit, my hand pulling on her hair like a bridle,”…a bitch.”



“Say it louder,”I nearly screamed into her ear, delighting in the soft cushion of her ass, and the delicious raw primal female scent of her,”WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU MAY?”



“YOUR BITCH…ETHAN FUCK…I’M YOUR BITCH!” She yelled and then moaned submissively.



“Fucking right you are!”I hissed into her ear,”What do I have in that greedy little asshole of yours right now May?”



She whimpered, tears of pain and joy streaming down her smooth brown cheeks.”Your cock.”



“What May?” I taunted her with pulling out just a bit and I felt her hips anxiously try to push it back into her.



“YOUR COCK!” She cried as beads of sweat poured down her smooth brown forehead.



“What am I doing with your bitch ass May, what is my cock doing?” I bit and sucked on her ear while pulling her hair and she arched her back, the tight ring of her asshole almost painfully tight on my thick, thrusting rod.



“You’re…fuck…you’re breeding my fucking bitch ass,”She admitted, a slave to her lust and my force,”You’re breeding my bitch ass and it feels so fucking- AHHHH- So fucking good!”



“That’s fucking right,” I said,”You want my cum up your little fucking bitch ass May? Does my sexy little bitch want a nice hot scalding load in that tight little fucking hole.”



“Yes…God…yesssssssss….” She confessed, shuddering hot and wanton under my weight.



“Yes what? Ask nicely!”I yanked her hair again, and she moaned,”Say it real fucking nice this time, you fucking dyke.”



“Can..please…can this bitch have your cum in her ass?” She begged, moaning softly, lost in the pleasurable pain of it.



This was some kinky shit..Way more rough than I was used to, but if there was ever a time to be more open to new things, it’s when your lesbian buddy had your cock in her ass begging you for your cum.



“NICER BITCH!” I yelled, grateful I had good soundproofing, my hips slamming into the full, lush firmness of her ass cheeks.



“Please…please…please…please can this bitch have your cum Daddy…please…I’ll be such a good bitch for you.” She was desperate now, white hot in her need.



“Since you asked so nicely…”I grunted,”But you don’t get to cum until I do.”



“Okay, okay…please Daddy, fuck my bitch ass, fill my punk bitch ass full of cum. Please…I’ll suck your cock after, I’ll clean it off like a good little fucking queer!’ She arched her hips enough to free one arm and sat upright, one hand mashing her tit, mashing her tit with one hand the other hand fondling my heavily swinging nuts.



“Please,” She whispered hotly into my ear,” You can pump my faggot ass full of cum and I’ll suck your cock SOOOOO goood…just for you Daddy….oh God Ethan you feel so good in my bitch ass. Breed my fucking hole… please?”



When I heard her husky voice whisper into my ear, her long tongue snaking out to wriggle in my ear as she begged for my cum, I couldn’t contain myself anymore. I bit into her neck causing her to cry out, her asshole to tightening and spasming on my cock. I growled and let loose rope after rope of my scalding cum into the tightness of her hole.



“Fuck Daddy-So…So…Fucking good!!!!”May panted and I kept thrusting, my cock bottoming out into that sweet, tight yielding hole,”Nut all in my faggot ass Daddy, I’m gonna…gonna…!”



I reached down and mauled the large, swollen heavy tit she as she worked her own even more roughly as I reached down and pinched her fat juicy cunt lips and plucked the tip of her swollen raspberry of a clit as I thrust deep into her asshole, my cum still spurting into her tight, luscious ass.

This story is a transsexual fantasy.



It still amazes me when we consider the mysterious effects that occur at the subatomic level, and it has been suggested that matter itself can be morphed by subatomic effects. Quantum effects are still not really understood by scientists and maybe never will be, with new effects being discovered like super conductivity and super fluidity that the old Newtonian style cause and effect physics simply cannot explain.



All we can say with any certainty is that there are things in this universe which are beyond our understanding, maybe nothing is exactly as seems…




*



“Imagine starting to believe in yourself and your infinite possibilities. Imagine believing you deserve everything you want out of life. Imagine getting everything you want out of life.



Once you apply the ‘Law of Attraction’ everything is possible.”



My name is, or should I say was, James (now Jamie), and there I was, a 30 year old guy, who was a virgin, sharing a New York, rent controlled apartment with a 25 year old lesbian, Ashley, and she was a hot looking lesbian at that.



Ashley, although a lesbian had started to help me explore my feminine side, and it was becoming clearer to me with each passing day that Ashley was starting to fall in love with me as a woman.



I had mixed feelings about this because although from the moment I laid eyes on Ashley I fell for her, I felt that in the end our relationship could only ever be a disappointment to Ashley as I was not a biological woman.



Then in a surprise gesture Ashley had paid for a very expensive therapy for me called deblock therapy, and this therapy was supposed to help me realize my true potential.



Now it appeared that the result of deblock therapy was going to be fame and fortune way beyond my expectation and it was all happening so fast.



My launch as a major New York artist had been spectacular and at the same time I had been thrust onto the New York social scene mixing with celebrities and people in entertainment, due in large part to Annabel (my artistic agent) and her expert promotion of my inspired art.



My success also appeared to hinge on the fact that ever since the deblock therapy, my body, attitude and mannerisms were becoming ever more feminine, so much so that I was introduced to New York society as a beautiful woman in a lesbian relationship.



Suddenly I was stirred from my thoughts by Annabel, she was telling me that my interview and shoot for a major women’s magazine would be very important in helping my career as an aspiring artist and increasing my exposure to New York society.



The piece would focus primarily on me as a person and new artist. Some of my artwork would be displayed, but equally important would be a photo shoot of the beautiful Jamie in the high end fashion promoted by the magazine.



Annabel was enthusiastically saying, “When women read, this piece and see your picture in beautiful dresses, they will want to be like you, look like you and dress like you.”



So the next day I waited at the offices of the publisher of the Magazine, I was feeling a little nervous so I had brought Ashley along with me, also believing that she could help if I needed any help changing clothes. Obviously I did not want anybody to see my bulge.



Earlier that morning Ashley had spent a long time applying very little makeup and selecting casual clothes, I was wearing a flowery halter top with ruffles, light pink Capri pants that came half way up my calves and strappy white pumps with three inch heels.



I had asked Ashley why she took so much time over achieving what was a very casual look, and she explained that as the interview included a photo shoot, I would be dressed by the magazine’s wardrobe department in clothes by high end fashion designers, so there was no point in going dressed formally.



However the impression we needed to create was that even dressed informally I looked like a bomb, “We are trying to create the impression that you get out of bed and throw some clothes on and look impeccable.” She said.



“But that’s ludicrous,” I said, “nobody just casually throws on clothes and looks impeccable.”



“It’s all part of the game,” Ashley had said, “they know that you can’t just throw your clothes on and look perfect and they know that we know it, but the thought that subconsciously enters their minds is that if you spend that much time to look casual, how much time would you spend if you were dressing yourself formally, and that gets you respect.”



I thought for a moment about the effort that had gone into my formal presentation as an artist to the New York elite, the facial, manicure, pedicure, hair styling etc, all the trouble with clothes and jewelry and I started to see what Ashley meant.



“Sometimes it’s hard work being a woman isn’t it?” I had said.



“Yes it is,” Ashley had replied, “particularly when you are in the public spotlight like you are going to be.”



Before I left the house that morning I looked at myself in the full length mirror, “Well I certainly passed the fuckable test I told myself, I would definitely fuck me.”



I was snapped out of my thoughts by the arrival of a pretty 30 year old sub editor. “Good morning, you must be Ms Williams, the woman said, “My name is Joan.”



“Please call me Jamie,” I replied, “and this is my partner Ashley.”



“I must say Jamie,” said Joan, “my editor told me that you were beautiful, but in the flesh you are much more beautiful than she described, I can see why she wanted me to do a piece on you.”



Then Jamie looked over at Ashley, “You are very beautiful also, the two of you make a very beautiful couple.”



If I was not mistaken, I noticed a look of lust in Joan’s eyes. I was beginning to understand that Ashley and I often had this effect on women.



As expected my makeup was done by a professional makeup artist and the look was specifically designed to be photographed. My long platinum blond hair already looked good, so only a touchup was required.



Then Ashley helped me get into the first of the designer dresses, a sky blue summer dress with a belt and short pleated skirt. Ashley said I looked great and Joan certainly liked how I looked when I went for the photo session.



As the photo session proceeded, Joan, asked, “Is this your first photo shoot?”



To which I replied, “Yes, why do you ask?”



“Because you seem new to this, yet you seem almost like a model the way you can give us just what we want, you must be a natural.” said Joan.



Later I changed into a short strapless black minidress with a tulle skirt and shiny black pumps with 4 inch heels. The lust in the eyes of both Joan and Ashley was very clear.



I stayed in the black dress for the interview, where Joan asked me a few questions about my art and my life with Ashley. Then when the interview was over I was allowed to keep the black dress.



That night back at Annabel’s luxury apartment, when Annabel saw me in the short strapless dress with the sexy tulle skirt she said she wanted to fuck me, it was also clear that Ashley wanted to feel me up and have me eat her out, but I said, “Let’s eat first I’m starving.”



Later in the bedroom Annabel stripped me and threw me on the bed, and then stripped herself and impaled herself on my 7 inch dick. Ashley also stripped quickly and sat on my face, reaching down to grab my now well developed tits in her hands pinching my nipples firmly as I thrust my tongue deep inside her pussy.



“Oh Jamie your tits are so beautiful,” cried Ashley, followed by, “ahhh, ahhh, ahhh,” as I tongued her clit to bring her to orgasm.”



Annabel cried, “Hmmm, I just can’t get enough of this beautiful cock on a beautiful girl.” then biting her lip said, “Oh fuck I’m coming.”



Annabel and Ashley both came together but I stayed hard to give these beautiful women 3 more orgasms myself before coming very powerfully inside Annabel.



A few days later the piece about me came out in the women’s magazine.



Annabel was very pleased with the result, there was the written article but Annabel was more interested in the pictures. There were pictures of my art, pictures of me with Ashley and Annabel at my opening and finally a two page spread of me in the sundress and the evening dress.



“WOW,” Annabel enthused, “this is so good, and you look brilliant in those dresses Jamie. This is just the sort of incredible publicity that money just can’t buy, and the dress designers will be pleased also because you look just perfect in those dresses Jamie. It is definitely a WIN WIN situation.”



Over the next few days Annabel was working on promoting me in the art world and starting to prepare for my national tour in a few months time by getting me recognized at a national level. And while this was going on Ashley’s current season on Broadway was coming to an end.



It was during this period that Jeff’s twin brother Alex came to town. Not only did Alex look like Jeff, but also like Jeff he was a real gentleman and really knew how to treat a lady well.



One night Ashley, Annabel and I met up with Jackie, Jeff and his brother Alex at a night club, and the moment Alex was introduced to Annabel I saw there was a spark there. It was not surprising therefore to either Ashley or I when Annabel went off with Alex.



Both of us knew that Annabel, while she loved our threesome, was just biding time with us until she actually met a guy who was sensitive, gentle, secure in himself and manly. And if he was as similar to Jeff as he appeared to be then Alex appeared to have all these qualities. I mean even I was attracted to Alex a little just as I often found myself attracted to Jeff nowadays.



The real bombshell came when Annabel told us that she had been invited on a 2 month cruise by Alex and suddenly realizing that she might have met her soul mate in Alex, she accepted. That left Ashley and I alone together, it left me without anybody to fuck me and give me head, and more important as far as I was concerned it left Ashley without pussy.



Annabel was very quick to assure me that when she came back from the cruise she would have plenty of time to prepare for the upcoming national tour of my art work, she even promised to get together with us from time to time for some sexy fun, but Ashley and I knew it would not be the same now that Alex was in her life.



After Annabel left for her cruise, for the first few days, Ashley and I were fine. Ashley was performing the last few nights of the run of her play. And with the money from selling some of my artwork plus Ashley’s advance for this run of her play, we moved into a new apartment with a view out over the harbor and splashed out on a new BMW.



Once we started to settle down to a routine however, and particularly after the closing night of the run of Ashley’s play, it became clear to me that Ashley was missing pussy. Don’t get me wrong Ashley loved me eating her out and sucking her tits, and she loved sucking my tits, but it wasn’t the same for her not being able to give pleasure to another women through her pussy.



The issue was exacerbated because both Ashley and I had stopped doing our waitress jobs because of the income we were making from selling my artwork and Ashley’s acting respectively. Also all the activity associated with the launching of my career and Ashley’s nightly performances had meant that we had simply not had the opportunity to continue waitressing. Now however with Ashley particularly having time on her hands, she had time to reflect on what she was missing by not having Annabel around.



One highlight was when we got really drunk one night with Jackie and Jeff and all went back to our apartment.



I fucked Jackie doggie style while she ate out Ashley, and then Jackie sucked me off while Ashley ate her out and all the time Jeff was jerking himself off watching us together. As before Jackie told Jeff to spray his cum all over my now C cup tits and again she licked Jeff’s cum off my tits, but this time she took my face in her hands and kissed me hard pushing some of Jeff’s cum into my mouth.



Now she lay down on the bed and got Jeff to lie down next to her. Jackie was really drunk and she suddenly said she wanted me to suck Jeff’s cock, she said she wanted to see me do it since the first time she had seen me with tits (at that time girlish A cup tits).



Then Jackie said, “What about you Jeff, are you ok with it?”



“I’d love it if Jamie sucked me,” he said, “I can’t think of her as anything other than a girl now anyway.”



I was saying, “I don’t know Jackie I feel a bit weird about it.”



Then Jackie said, “Ashley only gets to eat me out if you suck Jeff off.”



Then Ashley said, “Please Jamie I need this.”



There was no denying Ashley’s need and I really wanted her to have this, but I still hesitated.



Then Ashley said, “I’ll let you fuck me, when we are alone.”



I couldn’t believe my ears, was this Ashley saying this, my lesbian girlfriend, that she would let me put my dick in her. Then I thought that the following day she would try to get out of it, and I would let her of course, but right now I knew she was sincere and that indicated just how great her need must be.



I looked at Jeff, since my body had started to change I was finding him attractive, his 8 inch dick looked very beautiful to me right now in my drunken state. Gingerly I stretched my long tongue out towards the head of his dick.



Suddenly I was aware that Jackie and Ashley were still, they were looking at me in fascination.



The head of the dick felt smooth to my tongue, it was stiffening quickly, the sensation was interesting, but what was really turning me on was the way in which Ashley and Jackie were looking at what I was doing, the knowledge that what I was doing was turning them on.



Gently my tongue flicked around the head of Jeff’s dick before I finally took the tip in my mouth, I sucked slightly, causing Jeff to moan in pleasure. Raising my eyes to look at Jeff as I gently sucked his cock I saw that his eyes were closed, he was surrendering himself to the sensations I was giving him.



Flicking my eyes towards Ashley and Jackie, I could see that they were both biting their lips in concentration, so I impulsively sucked harder pulling Jeff’s dick further into my mouth causing both the girls to moan and Jeff to moan louder.



After sucking further and letting his dick out of my mouth a little and sucking again I soon got a rhythm started and as I did now Ashley aggressively started to bite and suck Jackie’s pussy, clearly watching me sucking Jeff was making her more aggressive, I don’t think I had ever seen her so turned on.



Then as I continued to suck off Jeff Ashley brought Jackie to a shuddering orgasm, I had never seen Jackie come so fast or so hard, I was sure a lot of it was because of seeing me suck Jeff.



Now Ashley and Jackie got into the 69 position and brought each other to mutual orgasms several times before Jeff finally announced her was going to cum.



Now Ashley and Jackie exhausted from their mutual activity split and I took the opportunity to wank Jeff until he came all over Jackie’s tits.



This time it was I who licked the cum off Jackie’s tits before giving her a long kiss where I pushed the cum into her mouth. As I did this, she took my rock solid dick and slid it into her, and it wasn’t long before I came. As I looked at Ashley while I fucked Jackie, I saw a look I had never seen in her eyes before. Did she want to be fucked?



After I had come inside Jackie, Ashley aggressively pulled me over towards her and thrust my face into her pussy hard, telling me to suck her clit and push my tongue inside her.



While I was doing this Jeff was fucking Jackie doggie style, and both Jackie and Ashley when they came, came very hard, and were shaking for minutes afterwards.



Finally Ashley pulled my head to her bosom, encouraging me to gently suckle her nipple, and like that we fell asleep.



The following morning Ashley prepared a special breakfast for me of omelet followed by Belgium waffles.



She said, “I want to let you know that I really appreciate what you did for me last night, sucking Jeff off so that Jackie would let me eat her out. I also want to let you know that seeing you suck him off was a real turn on for me, even though sucking dick is something that I would never do.



I guess somehow you doing that made you look so girly. You might have noticed how turned on I was by the way I ate Jackie out.”



Then Ashley continued, “When I promised that I would let you fuck me I meant it you know, but you have to promise you will trust me however weird things might get.”



“I trust you.” I replied, not knowing what she meant but knowing that I trusted Ashley implicitly.”



That day Ashley had her acting class and I was working on my latest piece of art. As I worked on my art I thought about what Ashley had said, what did she mean by, “However weird things might get.”



That night in bed I was particularly tender with Ashley, licking her body all over but paying particular attention to her tits, ass and pussy. She came a total of nine times and we fell asleep with Ashley suckling on my tit.



The following morning I woke up and tried to get up, but suddenly became aware that I was tied to the bed.



Looking around I found that I was on my back and my arms and legs appeared to be bound to the corners of the bed by rope, and a pillow had been pushed under my ass to lift it slightly.



“What the fuck,” I thought to myself. I assumed that it had to be Ashley, but why?



If realizing that I was tied up seemed strange however, this was nothing compared to what I saw next.



Ashley entered the room naked except for a large strapon dildo, it must have been at least 8 inches in length and very thick, and there was a piece that pushed against her clit so that she would also get stimulated when she used it on somebody, I realized that that somebody would be me.



Now Ashley opened a drawer and took out a tube of lubricant.



I looked at Ashley, my eyes questioning her but she said nothing. Quietly Ashley approached, and now she started to lube my ass up, I opened my mouth to speak but she put her finger to my lips telling me to keep quiet.



Now she started pushing one and two fingers into my ass and moving them around, surprisingly I found this stimulation quite nice, moaning slightly.



Now Ashley started to lube up her strapon dildo and as I looked at its girth I thought to myself that this rubberized dick was just too big for me.



Suddenly Ashley started pushing the massive dildo against the entrance to my ass hole and I was pleading with her asking, “Why are you doing this to me Ashley?” but Ashley just pushed harder.



Then with all Ashley’s applied pressure the head of the dildo entered my ass, and the pain was excruciating. Tears were rolling down my face and I was pleading desperately now saying, “Please take it out Ashley, it’s too big, it feels like it’s ripping me apart.”



But as Ashley continued to push ‘her’ plastic dick into me the pain was even greater for me and I noticed a look of lust on her face. This was a side I had never seen of Ashley before and it was frightening me.



Now the plastic monster was filling me completely and it hurt like hell, there was slight relief when she pulled it out a little but then she pushed it back in hard causing me to cry out in agony.



As Ashley fucked me it was clear that it was turning her on and the stimulation to her clit was causing her to respond sexually. She grabbed my tits hard as she fucked me and she was looking into my eyes saying, “Take it bitch.”



It was giving me a lot of pain and I was crying like a baby, Ashley knew I was in pain and yet she was clearly enjoying the sensation. Looking into her eyes I also saw anger as she pounded into me, and I was saying, “Why are you doing this to me Ashley?”

Another Story, Just for you. (Well, not anymore.)



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Author’s Note: Though not posted in order, this is the last story I wrote for her. Unlike the other ones, this erotic story actually featured us. As before, I changed names around. I thought about taking out some of the kinkier/more personal shit, but I thought about it and I realized that raw, awkward, private crazy intimacy is part of what made this story so special for me. I suppose in all erotic fiction, the author is exposing some of their fantasies, and make themselves vulnerable by publishing them.



Again, nerdy LARP references abound. My apologies to those of you who don’t understand the context. Even more apologies to those of you who do.



~ Tendermindholes




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I smile at you over my iced Tuxedo- a mocha made from both white and milk chocolate. It was my drink of choice at the Naked Lounge, my favorite local cafe, and I was looking at my favorite person. I smiled, sipping my mocha- and the sweetness filled my throat. As I looked at you, my eyes also drank in your own mocha sweetness: the one who I loved talking to, who I loved being around, who filled my heart with even more joy.



“So, there Zajika and Harmony were, we went to the club. Sooooo… Zajika fed off some guy who was on E and she started tripping, right? Harmony found out what happened and tried to scoop me up…and so then Zajika dropped to the floor and rolled around on the floor in circles. People were staring at us and so we wouldn’t look weird, Harmony decided to get down on the floor and roll around with me. Oh my god Tim, we had like ten mortals doing that with us by the end of the scene. I think we hurt John’s soul when he ran that for us. It was so awesome!”



I laughed, imagining Zajika, with her blonde and orange foxy-hued hair right aside Harmony with her own cotton-candy do, just pinwheeling around on the dance floor of some club. Though I sometimes winced at some of the stuff you got into with as Zajika (like I had any room to talk when I played Theo), or just have to shake my head at the drama bombs you could lay with your character, your adventures as Zajika always cracked me the fuck up.



I reach out my hand to lightly stroke yours. You start a bit, then relax- I’ve grown to find your fidgets like the rest of you, quirky and adorable.



More and more, you were able to relax around me. Like I mentioned before, you could always be a bit jittery, and I accepted and was happy about where you were at. Enjoying the progress we’ve made, I smile and drink in your beauty. That smile of yours, with your small, yet sensually full lipped and expressive mouth with those lips I loved to kiss, I looked at your skin- it was almost August and it was now so dark from the sun. You’re beautiful at any shade, your skin a nice, smooth milk-chocolate complexion, I loved the way the light would sparkle off your lip piercing, and the way your black, wavy hair fell from from your brow, it is long enough to frame your all of your shoulders now.



“What?” You say, looking around a bit nervously,”Tim, you’re staring again.”



I smile,”I can’t get over how beautiful you are.”



You scoff, almost hiding a blush under your mocha colored skin,”You say that every time, you dork.”



I smiled at her,”I mean that every time.”



You inhale and sigh happy, looking down a bit,”Really…you really mean that?”



I loved making up new expressions every time you ask this question, and you do too,



“Does Petie make baby powder look like blush?”



“Is Theo Jealous?” You smile impishly- and then look down a bit nervously. It wasn’t nearly the touchy subject it had been for a few weeks ago, but still…



“Of Archon Casper?” I smirked, pouring on the facetiousness, laughter in my eyes.



Your laughter is abrupt, bubbling forth from your beautiful mouth. I loved that sound. You have such a open laugh. “Just because he asked me out to New Orleans…”



“…and Zajika is a racist for not hanging out in poo-water.” I finish.



“Fucking Theo…” You say, rolling your eyes in mock irritation.



“I know…that Zajika is a kinky bitch for it.” You look around nervously and look down shyly, the conversation would be utterly, deliciously random- and all ours, if we weren’t boxed in by hipsters.



“…Yeah.” You happily confess,”Theo likes it too, right?”



“Theo is confused and pissy about everything…but the guy in the driver’s seat absolutely adores our scenes.”



“We are so going to dance together Tim- even if it means we just sway.”



I nod, and look forward to that moment.



I sip my drink, and I get whipped cream in my mustache, you smile mischievously, taking your finger and give me that “Hey there stud”, look, and start to lick it off your finger, and press it between your full, violet lips.



Smiling, a smile creeping across my face,”I love my mocha.”



You look at me with those big, beautiful brown eyes of yours, those eyes that have become such a part of my world, and in that playful flirty tones of yours you tell me,”I know you do.”



About to say something, your eyes widen as you see a squirrel running across the fence.



I love that look you get when you’re distracted by “The Cute”, so wide and open and honest. Wonderfully childlike on what is obviously a woman. You never have lost that sense of wonder, of play.



I remember when we were at that buffet I showed you, and we saw that cute little Asian kid, the one who couldn’t have been more than 3 or 4, and you waved, and pointed him out to me. I waved too, and I smiled at him as he waved back. I’m building up a stockpile of moments like that with you in my mind, adding yet another gem to the treasure chest of the wealth of love I have for you.



I love how you are with children, a natural- and I greatly look forward to seeing you with ours someday.



I’m so busy watching you, I don’t realize how quickly I finished my coffee. Your fruit drink is almost half-full and I watch you absent absentmindedly play with the straw.



“I’m hungry!” You say abruptly. Your mind often dances from spot to spot- only when you’re sad, angry or stoned does it stay in one place for long. It’s a nice contrast to the way mine worked. I tended to dwell, or overly focus on what I was working on.



“For what?” I ask, I already know what you want, but I liked asking you to see the enthusiasm in your response.



“BUFFET!” You exclaim, your expressive brown eyes wide and animated, people stared, perturbed for some reason by your exuberance.



“Do you want the rest of your drink Luba?” I ask.



“I dunno…” You look at me again.”…buffet.”



“It has pineapple in it Luba.” I remind you very solemnly. I know how much you loved pineapples,” And it’s hot- this is nice and cold”



“Yes!” You look at me,” Then Buffet?”



“Yeah- let me get something to take it with us…” You whine plaintively, as I pull it away you grab my wrist, spilling a bit of it, and you suck the straw. I stand there patiently, and you smile that innocent, yet wicked little smile of yours and you lick some of the little drops that have fallen onto the little web of flesh where my thumb meets my forefinger.



You can see my own flush and you grin.



“Baby Octopi Timmah?” Your eyes looking at me full of hope.



“Let’s go!” I proclaim, “Could you hand me my backpack Mija?”



You grab it by it’s handle, the weight almost causes you to fall over.



“How can you even lift this?!?!” You ask almost almost accusingly.



I chuckle, reaching out to take it from you with one hand, easily shrugging it onto my shoulders, and I chuckle “Because I have to, I guess.”



“What do you have in there, rocks?” I let you walk in front of me and get the gate- just as much, if not more me wanting to watch your ass and hips swaying than politeness, you look back at me, catch me staring, you look back over your shoulder giving me a “naughty boy” look- driving the point home by swaying your ass a bit more.



My eyes leave the fullness of your ass, to go back to your eyes and I laugh,” Heavier- books. That, and my flute, snacks for school, supplies, a few reading books- stuff like that. I can run with it, so it’s not too much.”



You shake your head at me like I’m crazy, but I can tell you like it.



It’s later now, the sun is starting to set and it’s cooling off. Summer evenings in Sacramento are wonderful cool and aside from the occasional offending dumpster, they smell sweet of blooming flowers and trees.



The coffee shop is on Fifteenth and Q, not very far from restaurant, only nine blocks or so.



We walk, leaning against me, our hands brushing against each other as we walked, you’ll look at me and smile, then look away bashfully, I’ll look at you and smile in return.



It’s a nice night, and the iced drinks were a good refreshment. I had picked you up from the Amtrak station- it was your day off, but you had some things to do with your friend Peach earlier in the day. It wasn’t bad timing for me, because I had school that day. However, neither of us had eaten and we were both hungry.



We’re walking, leisurely. The buffet will be there, and though we’re hungry- both of us have had such busy weeks that it’s nice to just relax a bit…Though just being near you, being able to smell your scent you has me hard as a rock. I’ve done my best to hide it, to focus on the conversation.



“I’ve almost finished inking that comic.” You let me know, pride on your face.



Waiting for the cross walk to turn green, I turn to you, nudging you along gently, “Oh?”



“Yeah, I’m so excited.”



“I am too. Do all of us get a copy?” I ask.



“No, I’m gonna post it on the net, but you can look at mine!” Your eyes search mine for signs of approval.



“Right on, the price of publishing is prohibitive these days.” I smile…,”Petie, Peach, Kevin, Norman and me in a comic book, we’re gonna be immortal because of you!”



“Well, when I can I will..” You stop abruptly”Oh hey, what’s that?”



“What? Oh down there, just a place in between two houses.”, I ask, puzzled…you and your ADHD,” What did you see?”



“I swear I saw a baby bird hopping along…can we look Tim, please?”, Your eyes big and hopeful…and your grin big and shining.



It’s a rather long space, about 20 feet, that happens in Midtown sometimes, and the bushes in front obscured us from the road a bit.



“I don’t see anything…”



You kiss me full on the lips, your tongue searching my mouth, and your hand is on the front of my jeans.



“Is this for me Timmah?”, You ask, knowing full well it is.



I nod, my legs spread and I lean against the wall, we can hear people walking across the street, but they couldn’t see us.



“I have to taste you before dinner…I want you to shoot your load down my throat, I want your cum to mix with that tasty seafood…c’mon stud, let me suck your cock in this alley.” I was helpless before your onslaught of pure, deviant kink.



You squat down, fishing out my cock from my pants as you look up at me with that wonderfully sexy, naughty way of yours.



You start to suck on the head and I moan, your big brown eyes looking up at me. Expertly, you swirl your tongue around the eye and tip of my hardness, your hands gripping my ass through my jeans.



I have to cover my hand with my mouth to keep from moaning and giving us away…it’s part of the thrill. The taste and inherent danger of getting caught is turning you on too, I can smell your arousal, see it in your eyes and in the flush on your mocha skin.



The hot wet sucking heat of your mouth is bliss, and I can feel myself throbbing and thick.



My knees start to shake, and I grip the wall of the alley with the hand not trying to conceal my moans, and you relentlessly increase the pressure and speed, trying to milk a fat load from me.



I can see that you enjoy how incredibly much you turn me on without trying, and I can see the little jerks of your hips as you rub yourself through your jeans.



It’s too much…I can’t…hold it in much longer.



Sensing the closeness of my orgasm, you jam your mouth and throat down onto me, the tightness like a wet, velvet glove sucking the hot, churning load that is for you, and only for you.



You gag and choke a bit, and I’m biting my hand to keep from crying out- from giving us away as your long, delicate caramel throat drinks my essence down.



My eyes have rolled up into the back of my head, helpless before the sweet, soft lushness of your lips. You sit back on your haunches, inspecting your handiwork and though I can tell you are obviously aroused, you do not cum.



I can tell that you were close though, as your purple sexy tongue holds my load on it, and you display it for me, as if an offering for my approval, you swallow and gently suckle the remaining pearls of cum from my still oozing cock.



Shaky, you grab my hands and I pull you up. I can smell your arousal- so thick and sweet and spicy mixed in with the musky headiness of my own juices.



“Did you like that…Poooooppppppaa?”, You whisper into my hear breathily, my cock still twitching as you pull my boxers up, and carefully zip me closed giving it a pat.



“Yes Babygirl” I breathe into your ear,”What about you? Don’t you want me to make you cum?”



“Yes…” And you look into my eyes, your face flushed…”But later. That was just for you, and I wanted to taste you as we ate. Chicken balls and baby octopi?”



I nod before I kiss you softly, tasting myself on your lips.



“Spank me just once?”, You ask pleadingly,” You know how I LOOOVE how you spank me!”



My legs now stable enough to stand without the wall’s help, I grip you around the waist and give you two hard slaps on your ass, as you breathe into my shoulder, moaning and whimpering.



“Th…thank you.”, You say, your breath sweet and hot in my ear, the scent of your arousal thick and heady and tangy.



“Chinese Buffet?” I say, smiling…pulling you out of your dreamy state, causing your eyes to widen and you smile.



“YAY!”, Flushed, and excited, you lick your lips, savoring my taste and we walk out of the alley.



A pair of old hippies smirk at us knowingly, and you blush deep, and I smile- blushing a bit myself. They laugh as we walk away, one muttering to the other, “Lucky fucker, did you see the lips on her?”



I brush your hip with my hand and you do mine, you looking down shyly. I love how you can suck my cock and drink my cum in a strange alley, but you still get shy about things. It’s so fucking endearing- part of your everlasting charm.



We make it there, and the sun has almost set- it’s late, but fortunately we have enough time.



Ravenous, we pile on food- I go for my pot-stickers, baby octopi and mushrooms you go for chicken balls, pineapple and crab legs.



“God…I’ve been looking forward to coming back here for soooo long!”, You exclaim, trying to keep your mouth covered as you chew.



I smile at you, what a catch I had! A girl that would suck my dick in an alleyway, swallow my cum like it was ambrosia- but be embarrassed about me seeing her eat.



“I think about you every time I come back to this place. I’ve been coming back for years- but these times with you were so very special to me.



It was wonderful, we must have spent an hour just eating, talking, laughing.



They looked at us impatiently to leave, chattering irritably in Mandarin. I noticed, but I didn’t care- I’ve given them so much of my money over the years they could clean up around us.



The sun was completely down, and the walk back to my place went pretty quickly. Summer nights in Sacramento are where it’s at- bright and scorching and hot during the day, but the nights were balmy from the delta breeze came off from the river, and all the verdant bloom making everything smell of flowers. The night sky above us was a purplish haze- very few stars because of the brighter lights of Midtown.



You rub my shoulders as we walk. I’m rather sore- it’s been a long day. We turn every stoplight into an opportunity to just enjoy each other that much more.



Walking down that familiar home stretch, my heart is joyous despite my fatigue.



I take your bag from you, and throw it on my brown loveseat. The bed has been freshly made, linen washed and made up neatly, pillows are stacked for maximum comfort just so we could enjoy unmaking the bed. I ask if you’d like a glass of water.



“Yes please…” You say. It’s been a long hot day for both of us.



Grabbing ice and water, I hum to myself, and hear you settling in.



“Getting comfy?” I ask, amused as I make two ice waters for us in my small kitchen.



“Yep!” You chirp in response.



I come back to see you naked from the waist up, your breasts, large, full and beautiful. The bars through your nipples gleaming as you start rolling around on my bed getting your scent everywhere.



“Ninja Nakedness!”, You say, an impish grin on your beautiful features. It was a game we’d play when we were talking over webcam. One of us would go and get something to drink, and find the other naked as a jaybird. Kinky talk and mutual masturbation soon followed.



I swallow, holding the two cups full of water, my cock once again swelling in my jeans.



I hand you one and sit down on the unoccupied part of my love seat, unlacing my faded, but still solid Doc Marten’s and you sip heartily, making delighted little smacking sounds with those full, lush lips of yours.



“You’ve added more posters and stuff I see.” You observe as you look around. I smile as I take off my socks and drink in your beauty, as you stretch languidly,” Yeah. I want to fill my place full of color and beauty- it’s small, so I want there to be things I enjoy looking at.”



“Well, you’ve got a naked mocha-skinned woman in your bed.” You say, with a smile.”How is that for a room full of color and beauty?”



I grin,”I think it’s a damned good start!”



I pull off my shoes and join you.



“That’s all?”, You ask, looking almost offended.



“All what?” I say, confused taking another sip of water.



“I’m sitting here topless and all you can do is take off your shoes?” Your hands go to your full hips, and the little bars in your licorice colored nipples stare me in the face.



“What would be fair?” I ask, like it’s some kind of business negotiation.



“Shirt too, mister!”, You demand, your jaw set resolutely.



“This shirt?” I say, pulling it off slowly.



“You tease.”



“I learn from the best.” I retort, looking at you knowingly.



“Ooh, look at you all studly. You look so good!”



“Thank you Mija.”



You wolf-whistle then snuggle close to me, and I revel in the feel of your hot, naked flesh, the sweet spicy scent of you and we lay together and I put on South Park, your lay down. Your full breasts were so beautiful and succulent- the nipples chocolate chips I just wanted to suck, nibble, chew and bite on. Soon, very soon… However, they had healed to the point where they weren’t so tender, and didn’t need constant support- and you didn’t need to clean them as often. I was a fan- considering you could now have them out of your bra for longer.



Relaxing, we laugh and nuzzle each other to the episode where Butters becomes a vampire, laughing over lines we’ve heard a half-dozen times before.



You lean into me, your body soft and lush against mine, “Remember when I sucked your cock today…Poppppaaaaa?”



I look down at you, the big beautiful brown pools of your eyes shining with lust.



I answer, “Yes Babygirl.”



“Was I good to you Poppa?”



“Yes Babygirl, you were very good to me. You always are.”



“Would you…spank me?”



My cock got hard instantly at those words. I had already cum today, but I was at a state of half-arousal- just being near you. Being close to you always does that to me.



I sit up a bit on the bed, and say, “Get on my lap please.”



Sinuously, like a cat, you get up on all fours, and crawl over to my lap,



“What do we say when we ant someone to do something for you, Zajika?”

“We say please?” Your eyes alight with mirth and lust at this game.



“So…what do you need to say if you need Poppa to spank that full, juicy ass of yours?” I ask, as if I were talking to a child.



“Poppa….would you pleeeease spank my ass?” You plead.



“Of course, Honey.” I respond, like I just conceded to a raise in allowance.



I take my hand and slap down sharply on your jean covered ass and you moan and inhale sharply.



I start to alternate, and you grip my legs, clawing and moaning like a bitch in heat.



“I want you to pull your pants down for Poppa, so I can make sure that ass of yours is nice and red!”



You look down, blushing and horny and excited. “Of course, Poppa.”



Raising your ass like you were presenting, with that special flourish of yours- you unzip your jeans, and just roll them over yourself, playing with the cleavage of your bottom.



“Panties too Daddy?” You ask, as wide eyed and innocent as you can- like some kind of sexy little doe.



“Yes Babygirl.”



My hand is warm from your ass already, and seeing it nude in front of me, light mocha brown- your pussy is already dripping wet onto me, and I can see the little rosebud of your asshole, already throbbing and twitching.



SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! Four strikes in rapid succession, each on one bottom, I’m really wailing on you now, and you’re moaning and writhing and twitching.



“Is that good Babygirl.”



“Yes Poppa…I feel so filthy and nice.”



I chuckle, this is your indicator you want to start playing more rough.



I slap again, right on your asshole, and you cry out, the paper thin walls presenting a lovely audio show to any who would overhear.



“Ooooooaaoooh!” You moans turning into a hoarse scream.



I slap your ass twice, then your asshole again and I can see it twitch and wet, you’re grinding yourself against me, my jeans wet with your fragrant musk.



I start to swirl my finger around your asshole.



“Are you a good little whore for Poppa?” My voice heavy and thick with my own lust.



Wet and twitching and moaning, the dirty talk puts your already sex-frenzied mind into overdrive.



“Yes.” You respond breathily.



“Yes what?”, I ask, my voice stern.



“I’m such a good little whore for you.” You shudder as you say the word “whore”, you loved that part of the game, I loved it too.



“That’s a good little girl-slut. Now, face that whorish, red, wanton little ass towards me.”



“Okay Poppa.”, You say meekly, licking your lips in anticipation.



I grab your hips, pulling you into me and I start to lap at your cunt and use my thumb to play with your asshole.



You moan and shriek as I grip your ass with my fingers, making them squeeze out like dough.



I stop before you climax and bite your ass cheeks and inner thighs, sucking one cheek into my mouth, getting it wet with my tongue…you squeal and writhe and moan against me, grabbing your hips, I pull you into my face, my beard already wet with my spit, and the heady ambrosia of your cunt.



I look at that fuckable asshole of yours, and I know I just have to eat it.



I start to flick it with my tongue and start to lick and swirl it around. You grip my ankles, bracing yourself, pushing yourself towards me.



“oooooohhooohoohooohhhohh….GAWD!”, You moan, your cry rocking the walls around us, uncaring of who hears.



I probe more and more, digging my tongue in between the protective hold of your cheeks, piercing your rosebud. This was called the “Dark Kiss” and I loved it- almost as much as you did. You moan even more as I wriggled my tongue into your asshole, and you buck against me.



In my pants, imprisoned by my boxers my cock is hard as a rock, throbbing and wet, twitching in response to the spasms of your asshole around my tongue. I continue my assault, pushing the broad flat textured muscle deep into your ass as it could go and I moan into you, my my bearded chin tickling and teasing your swollen, slick cunt.



I dug in as deep as I could go, holding you, my broad nose exhaling hot air and inhaling your deeply spicy scent in exchange…you shudder against me as I stop, giving your ass little love nibbles.



“God. That was so good Tim!”, You pant, gripping my leg like it was a tired swimmer grips a buoy.



“I liked it too.”, I smile as you look back at me, my mouth and beard slick with the juices of your twat and asshole, and my own saliva.



“I want to please you Poppa, like a whore. Can I be a good little whore for you Tim?”



My cock bobbed within my jeans.



“I’ll do annnnnyyything you want, just ask!” dropping to your knees on the bed in front of me, your pants still down around your ankles, “Just treat me like a good little whore should be treated- I want to be so good for you.”



“Okay. I want you take your pants off, all the way. Do that for me right now.”



“Okay Poppa.” You do this slowly, bringing them back up just so I can watch you take them off, sliding them off and throwing them beside the bed. We wouldn’t need those until morning.



“Now what Poppa? I want to do annnyything for you, just let me, please?”



“I want my filthy little whore to take my pants down, so you can smell and see and touch and taste me.”



Looking like a little girl about to get a treat at the faire, you undo my belt dutifully, taking down my pants and I can see your pussy juice has made your thighs slick, beautiful dark and wet. You start to nibble and suck my already hard cock through my boxers, making me moan.



“Now, be a good little slut and lick my asshole.”



“Yes Poppa,”, You say dutifully, kneeling on my bed.” I’ll eat your ass so good for you, I love doing that, so rich and musky, knowing that I can please you.”



You take my drawers off, and kneel into me, gripping around my thighs and parting my ass cheeks with your thumbs.



Before you dive in you look at me and say, your face flushed, “Can I start now please Daddy? Can I lick your asshole?”



“Yes Babygirl. Eat my ass like the good little asswhore you are.”



Shuddering against me- the degrading talk and nasty acts you are being ordered to do turn you on even more. You lean in, and your tongue is heaven, wet and sinuous and you bury your face into me, my balls resting on your face and I can feel you flick your tongue against me, and I twitch…my hard cock bobs against your forehead.



“Keep it up girl. I’m gonna fuck you so good, I’m gonna fuck my asslicking little whore so good.”



Moaning, you start to swirl around, until you finally probe into me, I moan and grip your hair.



You lick and lick…and my cock bobs oozes cum, and I love it… I grip your hair and just pull you into me, and you moan submissively into my ass, your tongue as far as it can go, my eyes roaming your body, drinking in it’s lush, voluptuous fullness.



I wanted you so bad, we were both rutting.



“Stop now, my little whore has eaten ass well, you did so good for Daddy!”



You pull out, breathing heavily- glowing at my words of approval, pulling out your tongue, but not before you give my asshole a little goodbye kiss.



My cock is hard, throbbing, jutting towards you and you look at it.



“Please, can I just taste it again.” You say, looking hungrily at my cock.



“Yes, get it nice and wet so I can fuck your hole.”



“Yes Poppa, I’ll suck your cock like a good little whore, I’ll be the best whore for you ever!”



Licking around the tip, you squeal in joy as you sip the running tide of per-cum.



“Yummy!” You exclaim like you’re enjoying an ice-cream cone.



Nibbling and sucking my balls and licking up the shaft you slurp on my cock.



“Put a finger up my asshole Babygirl.”



You nod and do so, god, it feels so good…I love how slutty you were, how filthy and nasty you were willing to get.



Fucking in and out, your finger finds my prostate, causing little electric shudders.



“Play with your cunt for me Babygirl…but no cumming until I do. Flick your nipple if you understand.”



Moaning submissively around my cock, which you’ve deep-throated, you flick your nipple, shivering in pleasure-pain. Your hand snakes down to your dripping snatch, soaking my sheets in your scent.



It’s good, so very, very good. I can feel the tide rise in me…but I didn’t want to waste that cum in your mouth- I had better plans for it.



Moaning and fingering yourself you plunge your mouth onto my hardness again and again. I take your head in my large hands and just use you roughly- your mouth just another cunt or asshole for my pleasure as you gag and tears stream from your mouth.



“You can pull your finger from my ass…but don’t even fucking think of wiping it off on my clean sheets…spank your ass if you understand!” I did this so you wouldn’t cum, giving you just enough of a shock to hold back, because I can sense your own orgasm was imminent.



I slap your already red, stinging ass as I roughly impale you on my cock, making you gag and spit and choke, your face red in exquisite agony and pleasure as your tears soak into my thighs.



I pull your mouth off of my cock with a wet little pop.



After you get a chance to breathe, you look at me all submissive and vulnerable.



“I want you to suck my ass off your finger like the good little asswhore you are, and thank Daddy for the privilege.”



You look me in the eyes, making a show of sucking your finger deep into your mouth, moaning at the bitter, musky taste, bucking your hips slightly.



“Thank you Daddy for letting me suck you off of my finger! I’m so honored I can serve you, be so good to you!”



“I’m going to fuck you now, like a bitch in heat, would you like that?”



“Yes Poppa, sooooooo much!”



You present to me, putting your ass in the air.



I can see your cunt, slick and swollen and ready, musk- you are primed.



“Oh, I’ll be such a good little whore for you Daddy, use my holes, any fucking one you want…please? Use me so rough!”



I climb behind you, gripping your hips and I shove my hard rod into your asshole, and you moan and screech as I drive myself in, insistent yet achingly slow.



“What a good little whore you are for me. I want to breed you like a bitch. Wouldn’t that be nice?”



“Yes Daddy…I’ll be a good little bitch for you!”



You moan and cry and I reach and roughly pull your hair.



“Don’t even fucking think of coming. Whose bitch are you?”



“You Poppa…I’m your bitch.”



“You remember that story when Theo had Zajika fuck a doggy? Are you my little doggy fucker right now.”



I can feel your asshole twitch around me.



“Yesssss Popppppaaa!”



“You’re a filthy little fucking slut, a cum-rag who loves being used and degraded.”



“Yes Poppa.”



“Bark like the bitch you are for me Babygirl.”



“RUFF! RUFFF….YIP…RUFF!” You cry and moan into my bed.



I shove into your roughly…



“I want to change you, modify you, make you my little bitch slave. Make you lactate, turn you into my little breeding cow. Would you like that?”



“Yes Poppa, I want you to use and touch and taste every part of me. Every part of me belongs to…you!” You shake on the last one, because I fucked into your ass with force, making you shiver and moan.



“You’re almost healed, almost ready for your Poppa to turn you into his little milking breedcow.”



“Yes Poppppaaaa!”



“Would you like that Babygirl?” I ask, knowing you would, gripping your ass as I fuck it.



“Yes po…God…so hard to talk…”



“Say it, I want to hear you fucking say you’ll be my little milk cow breeding bitch as I fuck your ass.”



“Yes…I’ll be your milk cow breeding bitch.”



“I’m going to tie you up, so helpless, binding your tits as I suck and suck, attaching a machine, making you take pills that make you leak. Your tits will swell and swell…”



I stop and rest my hard cock still inside you, you mewl and whimper, grinding into me.



“Yes…God, transform me, make me into what you want. God, I love it…so filthy…”



“I’m going to make you mine, brand you, make your constantly wet and dripping. Don’t fuck back, just sit there, with my cock in your ass, stretching you out thinking of what I’m going to do to you, make you do, make you be.”



“Yes Poppa…I’ll be such a good little breeding whore for you, such a little fucking cow…I’ll let you milk me and use me and fuck me any time you want.”



“Whose Whorebitch are you?”



You whine and whimper at the torture of having to stay inside of me.



“Yours’ Poppa…God…I need it so bad.”



“What do you need, what does my filthy little breeding milk cow whore of a Babygirl need?”



“Your cock…to be used by you…owned by you.”



I pull out and you whimper, your ass hungry and trying to pull me back in.



“Please Poppa, you can milk me, change me into whatever you want, use me…tie me up…anything, I need your cock SOOO MUCH!.”



I roughly pick you up and throw you on your back.



“You’re under me, right where you belong, isn’t that right you filthy whore?”



“Yes Poppa, you own me, all of my holes, everything. You know what’s best.”



“Damn fucking right I do!”



Your cunt is spread open and dripping, your asshole still spasming, gaping and wet as you hump down and grinding as you try to fuck a cock in your ass that is no longer there.



“Please Daddy, fuck my cunt, fuck my cervix…breed me, knock me up, make me your little cow, dripping with milk for you!”



At your words, my cock twitches…still slick with the juices of your ass.



“Anytime, even on your period, when you’re cramped and emotional and vulnerable and weak?” I ask, I love this part of it, a mix of kink, lust and devotion.



“Yes Poppa. I’d let you fuck me then, nice and slick…you can see my blood on your cock, your own little piece of fuck meat.”



I lean over you, and start to bite and suck your neck and your nails go into my back…”Oooooh, Daddy, god, that hurts so good!”



I growl into you, biting hard enough to draw blood and I suck at it, and you scratch into my back and head, the stinging only driving me on.



I whisper into your ear, “You’re such a filthy little whore, my cumrag…I want to use your whorish cunt so good, I know you feel worthless sometimes, but I know that your worth is in your servitude, your natural submissive nature.”



“Yes Poppa…I was born to be your whore, your breedwhore.” You grind your hips up at my throbbing cock, and I know that it’s inside your heat, dripping pre-cum already,”Knock me up, make me yours…just cum in me, and let me stay.”



I enter you, you’re so wet and hot and tight and good and you moan squeal into my ear, sucking at the jewelry, working the lobe over with your tongue, your fingers rubbing and scratching into my head.



I fuck into you, steady, hard strokes and you moan and writhe beneath me.



“Fuck me Poppa” you whisper into my ear breathily,”I’d let you do anything to me you wanted, mark me up, make me milk, ink me up, brand me. You’d own me, everyone would know it- just for you.”



I groan and fuck into you harder, God, I was…this was so good.



“You’ll knock me up, and I’ll be so swollen and delicate. Unable to resist, not wanting to resist you just having your way with me, our baby growing in my womb. Just like my friend, I’d look so pretty and radiant and happy and wonderful. We could have a birth at home, the old way, a water birth. I’d be your very own natural little whore just for you Daddy, make children for you as I stay at home raising your children, our children- they’d have such a kinky little mommy…God…I can feel it…so close”



I fuck you, fuck into you…and faster and faster.



“Let go…just let go…please breed my cunt, fill me up until it spills out, I’ll let you see it just drip down my leg. Show you what a good, obedient woman I am- willing to do anything to please her man.”



I look at you, tenderly now and you notice the change and tremble. Still pumping, I hold you gently, lovingly…



“God, I love it Tim, so sweet, you’re so won-Ahhh-wonderful to me.”



I am making love to you now, the kink that built up the flame now ready to turn into a wonderful, healing simmer. I was not just fucking you, but making love to the woman I want to spend the rest of my days with, to help with her burdens, to take care of her as she would take care of me. My beautiful, wonderful, creative, kind, sexy woman- kinky as fuck, and just as adventurous as I. My ideal woman- strong and smart enough to think for herself, compassionate and loving enough to care for me when I needed it, but also vulnerable and soft enough to need my strength.



“Please Tim, let go, just let go inside me. I want to feel it, it’s so good, thick and throbbing…you’re so close, please…for me, just let go inside of me.”



You moan hotly into my ear and scratch at my nipple, lightly pinching as I cover your body…



“That’s it…let me make you feel so goood. I love you so much Tim, I want to be yours and yours only…so good.”



I press my face into yours, and breathe, “Oh Luba, you’re so good to me, you’re the only one I want…this is all for you, I only want to be with you.



“Yes Tim, I want that too, only yours, yours forever, you’re so wonderful…please Tim, come for me, nice and gentle…”



You lick and suck my earlobe tenderly, giving me little kisses as I fuck into you, you spasming with joy with each thrust, and you look into my eyes with love and devotion and understanding.



I cry out, letting lose into you, my seed, that seed that someday would make children for us, that is a sign of my love, for you and only for you.



“Aaaah Tim…God…so good…I love you so much Unnnnnnnn!” You cum around my cock…your groan turning into inarticulate cries and begging



I hold you tight, still thrusting, and your orgasm.



“That’s it Luba, just enjoy yourself…god, I love you so much…I want only the best for you, just ride it, ride it…enjoy it.”



I shoot into you deeply, your legs lock around me and we stay like that, possessing each other in ways that only those who are deeply in love can.



I kiss you tenderly, your lips soft and sweet and you kiss me back, crying in joy and release and bliss.



“I’ve got you Babygirl. I’m never going anywhere, I’ll be here with you and for you forever.”



“Oh God Tim…”you bury your head into my shoulder crying as the strain becomes too much, and you can’t help but wet yourself on my covers. You shudder and hold onto me and I coo and stroke your hair.



“God, I love you so much.”You finally say, recovering from the sopping, draining climax,” Am I really your only, your best?”



I kiss you deep, as you cling to me like a drowning woman.



Gently disengaging from your lips, I look deep into your eyes. My intense blue boring deeply into those of soft, sensuous, vulnerable brown.



“Yes Luba, forever- you’re my only. I love you, and I want only you…”



I pull from you with a slick wet sound, and I can see my cum dripping from you…marking you with my scent, as my own, just as you’ve marked me.



“Was I good to you, Poppa?”



“Yes Babygirl.”



I gently pull you into me, throwing the covers off, and pulling out another large blanket.



Leaning over, I pull out a little thermos and a bowl. and you stare at me, and some clean towels. Saltwater for your nipples, and I lovingly clean you, carefully- appreciation at my tenderness fills your eyes and you take one of your small brown hands and cup my face.



“Am I doing this okay?”



“Ye-yeah. You’re so gentle.”



“I’m glad you’ve healed enough to let me do this.”



“This is so sweet Tim…thank you.”



You stare at me, adoration and love in your eyes, then you look away embarassed.



“What Mija, what’s the matter.”



“I’m sorry about your covers.”



I chuckle softly…”Trust me Mija, it was worth it- saturated with your scent- perfect and lovely.”



“You mean that?”



“With all my heart.” I open my arms, inviting you into my embrace.



Breaking down from the intensity of the moment, you cry into my chest and I just hold you and cradle you protectively never wanting this to end.

He had just come out of the porno theater and was heading toward his car in the side parking lot.



He was knocked down from behind and shoved to the ground, he tried to get up but something jabbed his neck. It wasn’t long and he blacked out.



He opened his eyes and all he saw was white. He turned his head and saw white as well.



He thought he was dead at first but then he heard someone cough,



“Hello?” He called out.



Soft footsteps came toward him.



“Ah you are awake, good, good.” A voice said that he couldn’t see.



He tried to move his head but it was restrained.



He then tried to move his arms and legs as well. These too were restrained.



“Where am I and why are you restraining me. He asked?



“In due time all your questions will be answered!” The voice answered.



Something warm started coursing through my body, starting in my stomach. I started to fall asleep once more



The next time he woke up there was music playing next to him? Subliminally there was something in the background saying.



“Fucking a pussy is bad, it brings you pain!” Just then a jolt of electrify coursed through his balls



The wall had on it playing a porno of a couple fucking. Every few seconds his balls would get another jolt.



He screamed “ARGGGGG! ” Make it stop please This went on for quite awhile.



Behind the two way mirror a couple of men stood.



“He is in phase two this is good right?’ The taller of the two men said.



“Very good!” Said the shorter of the two men, who had on a white vest.



“But I don’t see why you wanted him in the program Tom. He is out of shape, overweight and not that attractive!”



“I watched him in the theater, how intense he was watching both the female and the male. It took him awhile to get hard but when he did it lasted. You should have seen how much cum he let loose. I knew we had to have him for our program.”



“Well if you say so.!”



“Phase three will begin tomorrow then? Tom asked



“Yes I think he is ready!”



The subjects IV was injected with some sleep agent. he was asleep soon .



The next morning a new set of instructions were feed into his headphones



“Being gay is freeing, sucking cock is good”



This time his cock was being sucked by male research assistant. His velvet lips and tongue danced over his balls



This time on the screen there was a thin young man kneeling before a very hairy man with olive skin about the size of a football player. He was sucking the hairy mans cock. His head bobbing up and down,



The hairy man had his hands on the skinny man’s head and was fucking his face.



Soon the Hairy man started to shake and started to cum



The skinny man on the screen swallowed as much um as he could. The hairy man pulled his spent cock on the skinny man’s face



Test 9 as he was called now licked his lips and smiled as he came as well.



Soon the research assistant lowered the table nd placed his 6 inch cock on the lips of the test subject.



The test subject hesitated but the cock pushed past his lips and into his mouth. He choked a little but the assistant just pulled back and feed his cock slowly into the virgin mouth.



Soon Test 9 was sucking cock like he had done it all his life. He took the cock all the way down his throat and moved his head from side to side.



Soon the Assistant was coming inside the hollowed out cheeks. Test 9 now swallowed all the cum.



The assistant pulled his cock out and ropes of cum ran down Tests chin and onto his chest.



Test 9 looked up and smiled at the Assistant,



“May I have more cock please!”



Assistant just touched Tests 9′s face and said “Give me a few moments please!”



Test 9 nodded and ran his tongue over his chin slurping up the left over cum.



He was soon released from his confines and lead to a shower. He legs were a little wobbly after spending a week or more strapped to the bed.



The Trainers knew he wasn’t as threat to harm anyone now. They looked at each other



“Are you thinking what I am thinking Trainer 1 asked?



We could try a little liposuction to get rid of his fat. Then cover it up the holes with plastic surgery. “



Trainer 2 nodded and agreed.



The procedures were done the next day



Test 9 got a good night’s sleep. The next morning the assistant came in and got him.



Test 9 was led into the exam room. Assistant had



Test 9 lay on the exam table again, but this time his legs were placed in the stirrups. The bottom part was tilted so his ass was raised in the air.



Assistant sat on a Doctors stool; he moved close and then started playing with Test 9′s rosebud.



“Wha, what are you doing down there?” Test 9 asked.



Assistant didn’t answer he just kept playing with the rosebud.



Test 9 moaned as he started like the feelings happening. He felt the blood rushing into his 5 inch cock.



He moaned so loud he didn’t hear the tube of easy glide being eased out of its confines.



Assistant placed the cold gel on the outside of Test 9′s rosebud and some on his fingers.



Test 9 giggled as he felt the coldness hit is hot asshole.



Assistant finger slid inside the virgin ass.



“OH! Test 9 moaned.



Assistant worked his finger in and out for a little bit and Test didn’t seem to mind it.



The Assistant slid in another finger.



“OH please no it hurts!” He shouted out.



Assistant kept feeding the 2 fingers in and out.



“NO Please it hurts!”



After a few moments Test 9 liked the feeling of it.



“Mmm yes feels nice.”



Assistant pulled his 2 fingers out as he knew Test 9 had reached a limit.



“NO please I want more please!”



Assistant just looked up and smiled Test. He went reached over and picked up a blue anal rod.



Lubed it up and slid the 8 inch oversized swizzle stick into Test 9′s ass



“Oh my yes what are you doing.” Test asked. “I feel so full and wonderful.”



In and out it slid inside his ass and his cock dripped precum.



Assistant moved in and took Test’s cock in his mouth and started sucking it, taking it all the way down. The anal rod massaging the prostate.



It didn’t take long for Test to blow his nut in Assistants mouth.



He came with such force. The globs of cum flowed from Assistants mouth.



Breathing hard Test thanked Assistant for such a freeing cum.



Assistant just nodded as he wiped his chin on his lab coat. He pulled the anal rod out of the ass.



He reached down again and pulled out a red butt plug that was flared at the end. He slid it up the virgin ass. He took the Velcro straps and attached them over Test 9′s thighs.



He let Test lay there for a bit to recover and went into observation room.



“Well?” Trainer 1 asked.



“He should be ready for the real deal, in a day or two sir” Assistant said.



“Good I will inform the Benefactor of this.” He said and dialed his cell phone.



“Test 9 will be ready in two days Sir.” Trainer said into the phone.



“Yes Sir we will have your room ready when you arrive. See you in two days Sir. “He said and shut the phone off.



“Please have the Benefactors room ready for him.” He said to the Assistant



“Yes Sir all shall be ready!” Assistant said as he walked from the room.



Inside the exam room Test 9 lay with his eyes closed, his breath shallow and a satisfied smile on his face.



Trainer 1 came into the room. He touched Tests shoulder.



Test opened his eyes and looked at the Trainer.



“You asked me when you first arrived why you were here. Please let me explain it to you know!” Trainer said



He went on to tell Test the story of how a Benefactor had heard about tests where straight men could be turned gay if given the proper training.



“So far 8 straight subjects had been tested.”



“6 of those 8 had been turned gay and have gone back into the real world.”



“Going back to their normal lives except now they were dating men instead of women. One subject had died during training as his heart couldn’t take all the gay sex. One had stayed on to help with the tests. This was Assistant.”



“You are our ninth test subject and I must say you have don exceptional in your training” Trainer 1 told him.



“I feel so free now. Like my eyes have been opened.”



Trainer 1 smiled and touched his shoulder. “Rest now!” He said and walked back into the observation room.



The butt plug firmly in place it vibrated Test to sleep.



Oh what a sweet dream he had.



The next day he had day off from sex and he found he craved it more.



Assistant took him into the shower room and put hair remover over his body. Then they washed all the hair away and got Test all ready for his final test. The butt plug was removed.



No one told him anything about this. They didn’t want him to be nervous



The next afternoon he was lead into another part of the complex.



The room he was lead into was pure white, right down to the satin sheets on the bed.



Assistant whispered in his ear. “Good Luck!” He closed the door behind him.



Test 9 stood their body hair less and naked.



A door opened to his right and in walked the Hairy man from the porno movies.



He was wrapped in a white robe. His olive skin glistening from the lotion he had just applied in the bathroom. His dark eyes looking over Tests body.



“Hello boy!” The man’s deep voice seemed to resonate in the room.



“Hello Sir!” Test said sort of sheepishly



“There is no need to be so shy with me, ” He said. “Please come closer!”



Test did as was told and moved closer.



The man opened his robe and exposes his semi hard cock.



Test looked the hard olive body and saw the 6 inch semi hard cock. He licked his lips.



“I am the Benefactor; you may have heard me spoken of here?” He asked



“Briefly Sir “Test said.



The man just smiled. His cock moved a little



Test saw the stirring and looked up.



Benefactor just smiled and said “Yes!”



Test knelt in from of the man and took the semi hard cock in his hand, stroking it, running it over his face. The precum running on his face.



He sucked the balls, and then licked the underside of the cock. The cock now was hard and close to 10 inches



Test kept licking the cock. He mouth went over the cock head. He gagged as the cock was about 3 inches thick.



But through his training he had learned to relax and breathing through his nose.



He tried taking at least half of the cock down his throat but he kept gagging.



Benefactor just smile and told the boy it was aright. He told him to stand. Then lead him to the bed. He let his robe fall to the floor.



He pulled Tests legs up over his shoulders and slides his cock deep in the virgin ass!



The cock throbbed inside tests and he wrapped his arms around Benefactors neck and kissed him deep



The fucking became fast and Furious.



Benefactor was close to cumming



“I am going to breed you bitch you are mine now.” He said as he threw his head back and exploded in the ass.



As they lay there both stated. Benefactor stroke Tests body.



“You have choices now; you can leave here and go back to your life.”



“Stay here and Assist in the study or you can come back to the Middle East and live with me. If you choose to come with me, you will never want for anything, you will be pampered.



As of this writing Test 9 is now living in the Middle East .

It was a hot summer Sunday afternoon and I was grateful to be in the mammoth, cool, dark, adult theater. The place was almost empty. I took an end seat by the aisle that ran length of the left outer wall.



A few minutes after I sat down, a young man walked up the aisle toward me. He stopped when he was by my chair. He reached into his gym shorts and rubbed his cock. When he withdrew his hand, I extended my hand, and gently touched the front of his shorts. I felt a sizeable lump and began caressing it.



When he reached out and pushed on my shoulder, I eagerly dropped to my knees in front of him. He then reached back into his shorts, pulled his cock out, and held it in front of my face. It was much bigger and thicker than I had thought.



The pink cock head appeared to be two inches long and almost as wide. I loved to suck cock heads like this. Large amounts of sperm usually came out of clock heads like this.



When the young man thought I had looked long enough, he began rubbing his big, white cock across my face while sporadically slapping it against my nose and cheeks. I parted my lips so that he could put it in my mouth. I wanted to suck his cock, not get beat with it.



The young man took the hint and guided his large cock head into my mouth. I sucked and licked it tenderly. However, after only a couple of minutes, the young man grew impatient. “Suck it harder! Swallow it cocksucker!” He began repeatedly commanding.



Despite the fact, I fully grasped what he wanted me to do; I was only able to take half of the big cock in mouth. Determined to prove me wrong, the young man placed his hands over my ears and began to pull my head back and forth over his cock.



As his cock expanded in my mouth, he pulled on my head even harder, forcing his cock in deeper. His pubic hair pressed into my nose when I finally swallowed his entire cock.



I was able to deep throat him because my saliva and his sweet tasting pre-cum had lubricated my mouth nicely. Also, I pressed my tongue tightly to the underside of his cock so that his thick shaft could go unimpeded through the perfect oval I had formed with my lips.



He continued to hold my head tightly as he rammed his hard cock down my throat. This made for a loud and messy blowjob. My forehead slapped against his stomach as my throat made wet gurgling sounds. Long strings of drool from my mouth clung to his cock.



When his cock stopped growing in my mouth, I guessed that it must have about eight inches long. It went down my throat much further than most.



Nevertheless, as I was thinking that a gonzo face fuck was a little more than I was ready for on this hot Sunday afternoon, I felt my shirt coming off. I hadn’t even felt him undoing the buttons. I stood up, bare-chested, and looked into his eyes.



The young man stared back at me for a moment and then proceeded to remove his t-shirt and shorts. He folded them neatly and put them on a vacant chair seat. Then he turned toward me, slowly fisting his cock.



I sighed at the mere sight of his huge, white, erect cock and blond pubes. I had the unbelievable urge to have my ass fucked by the big cock. Besides, I knew my ass could handle his big cock far better than my mouth.



I grabbed a small jar Vaseline from my pocket, opened the container, got a huge gob of it on my finger, and smeared it all over the head of his big cock. I then handed him the container, stepped out of my shorts, bent over a theater chair back, and stuck my butt out. I wiggled my hairless ass invitingly and even winked my pink anus at him as I awaited his next move.



Moments later, my smooth ass cheeks were soothingly kneaded. The effect was so calming that I did not even blink when a wet finger eased past my sphincter muscle. He wiggled it around for a minute or so before withdrawing it. I would have done the same check.



When I heard him pop the Vaseline container cap, I knew my ass was going to get fucked. Sure enough, lubed fingers massaged and greased my horny anus. The finger manipulation of my anus was so erotic that I could have squealed in delight.



Upon accomplishing his goal, the young man eased one then two fingers into me. I groaned and my anus clenched his fingers as he twisted them around, deep in my rectum to smear lube and loosen me up. My cock responded appropriately to my ass getting finger fucked; it got very hard.



As he withdrew his fingers, he asked me to spread my cheeks. I spread them as wide as I could. Seconds later, I felt something big and hard bump against my moist,puckered anus.



Expecting to feel his big cockhead easing into me, I was surprised when I heard his voice. “Look at me! I wanna see you take it up the ass.”



I smiled and granted his request. I certainly didn’t mind giving him the pleasure of seeing me wince as his thick cockhead pushed through my greased sphincter.



After just a couple of inches of penetration, a combination of pain and ecstasy filled my ass. Lucky for me, he stopped to admire how wide his thick shaft had stretched my sphincter. His pause gave me more time to adjust to the huge invader in my ass.



When I nodded at him, he gripped my hips and pushed harder. I felt the big knob of his cockhead slowly forcing itself up my ass, into my rectum, going deeper and deeper. He felt huge inside me.



When his cock was finally buried all the way up my ass, he began rotating his hips in circles. Hearing me grunt hard as my asshole was stretched even more, the young man taunted me. “You like my fat cock up your ass? You want me to cum in your ass? I’m gonna ass fuck the shit out of you!”



I nodded my head as he started to pump me. It felt fantastic to have the big cock sliding in and out of my stretched sphincter.



After my rectum had loosened more, I felt him widen his stance and then grip my slick, sweaty shoulders to pull me back onto his big cock. He did this so he could plow the full length of his cock into my ass with even harder, more powerful strokes.



I grunted hard after every impact and held onto the armrests for support as he continued to taunt me. “Feel good, huh? Thats it…squeeze it. You like my big cock up your pussy ass?”



At some point, I pushed my hindquarters back against him. My prostate loved the rough stimulation as evidenced by the steady drain of precum from my hard cock. “That’s right! Ride me,” he grunted, bucking his hips to encourage me. “Tighten that ass. Ride me. Fuck yourself on my cock!”



I did until my muscular ass became exhausted and started to make squishing sounds. It had been fucked into submission. I then relaxed completely and allowed the young man to take over.



The highly audible sound emanating from flesh slapping against flesh and wet sucking sounds filled the empty theater for several minutes. When the sound suddenly stopped, I looked back at the young man.



His eyes were closed as he held his cock inside me. It was in as deep as it could go. To my surprise, he then pulled his swollen cock all the way out. Seconds later, he bent over and spit into my gaping asshole. That was a first I thought. I quickly shrugged it off. I was determined to make him cum in me.



I reached around behind me and grabbed his wet cock. I stuck the head of it into my greased and gapping asshole and then slowly worked my ass all the down his cock as he began thrusting. That was all she wrote. The young man could no longer resist his aching balls and my hungry ass. His cock wrenched really hard and then frenzied babble erupted out of his mouth. “I’m cumming! Here it comes! Yes, oh yeah. Ahhhhhhh….”



It was rare that I was allowed to feel a hard blast of sperm bounce off my anal walls. The feeling is priceless. Most guys are butt fucking you hard and fast as they cum, so you normally don’t get to feel that sensation.



As my bowels were being inundated with ejaculations of semen, I felt very satisfied. I was getting another man off with my cock hungry ass… My balls felt like they were going to explode even with the steady drip of pre-cum being released.



Before I could finish my thoughts, I felt someone’s eyes on me. I immediately opened my own eyes and looked around. Across the aisle, several rows up, I saw what appeared to be a female. She was watching us fuck. In addition, she was clearly masturbating. In the dim theater light, I could see her arm moving briskly up and down her crotch area. I continued to watch her and she us, until the hard cock in me began to soften. When the young man pulled his cock out of my ass, a loud suction sound echoed in the theater and I felt cum splash out of my soupy ass. I had squeezed his cock hard with my anus wanting it to remain in me longer.



The female’s eyes widened when I gratefully wiggled my ass after the young man caressed my sweaty cheeks in the afterglow. Then my eyes widened when the young man abruptly said, “Thank me now. Kiss my ass!”



Still bent meekly over the armrest, I muttered “Thank you.” When he bent over and pushed his ass in my face, I realized he was serious. “Shove your tongue in! Lick it…kiss it…you love it, yeah…think ’bout it when you jerk off.” I pulled his cheeks apart and daintily licked the puckered anal knot.



When the young man had had enough of my tongue rimming his asshole, he collapsed onto a theater chair to catch his breath. I stood up, took a deep breath, and walked up the aisle toward the female.



My cock was still painfully erect and oozing, as was my ass, and my testicles ached for release, too. I stopped a couple of feet away from her.



The female – a woman was wearing a cap. Her face was encompassed by strands of black hair. She had pleasant facial features and looked to be in her late 30′s. She smiled at me and I smiled back. I noted the woman was quick to smile and that was always pleasing to see.



“You like to watch men do it?” She responded to my self-conscious sounding question by quickly nodding and smiling shyly. Relieved, I reached out for her small hand. I put it on my throbbing cock. With my hand still on hers, we stroked it.



When I saw her sink her free hand back down her skirt, I knelt down on my knees between her legs and gently lift them up. I carefully placed them on top of the back of the chair in front of her.



With her legs now spread, her neatly trimmed pussy was exposed. It looked very inviting.



I lowered my face and worked my way down to her pussy. I kissed her inner thighs and her labia, and then I licked and nibbled over the same area.



Soon, pussy juice was seeping from her. I gently ran the tip of my tongue up her juicy slit to catch it. It tasted sweet. Then with the flat of my tongue, I licked in one continuous motion from her anus to her clit, driving my tongue in deep between her swollen pussy lips. Again and again, I licked her tasty cunt and flicked her clit.



She moaned and rolled her shoulders each time my tongue touched her clit. Taking my queue, I sucked her hard clit into my mouth and gently massaged it with my lips. The vacuum created by my sucking lips gave her an orgasm in no time.



Right after she came, I stood her up. We both looked into each other’s eyes. In that instant, when our eyes met, I felt something I’d never experienced before. I brushed her black hair away from her face and leaned in to kiss her.



She did not wait. She reached up and grabbed my head, pulling my face to her as her lips went straight to mine. I received a wonderful, warm, passionate kiss before she licked her pussy juice off my face.



My eyes drank in the smile on her lips and the look of pleasure on her face as she licked. When she was through, we took turns savoring each other’s tongues. I enjoyed the taste of her mouth and my hard cock pressed against her soft belly.



Eventually, I broke our embrace and walked behind her. She looked back at the hard cock still jutting out between my legs and bent over without any coaxing. I flipped her skirt up and then paused to take in her shapely hips and her round, dimpled, butt cheeks as she reached back and spread them fully for me.



In the dim light, her exposed, puckered anus appeared to be light brown and surrounded by slightly darker skin. I became so aroused when I saw her anus that I immediately kneeled down and lustfully ran my tongue up and down her ass crack. The anal stimulation unleashed her lust, too. She pushed her anus against my tongue whenever I touched it. “Damn, you sure taste good” I told her when I paused to concentrate on her anus. Her body shuddered as I partially penetrated her button shaped anus with my tongue.



When my saliva and tongue had relaxed her sphincter, I was able to slide my tongue all the way in and wiggle it around in her ass. “Oh my god” she squealed as she tried to squeeze my tongue with her sphincter. It was so exciting to feel her ass responding to my mouth that I spit even more saliva onto her anus and continued to fuck her asshole with my tongue.



When my tongue tired, I inserted two fingers into her pussy and rolled them around, collecting pussy juice, before I pushed both into her sweet ass. Standing over her bent over body and watching her apple sized breasts swing as her ass bucked against my fingers, increased my desire to fuck her silly.



Conveniently, my cock was level with her pussy. All I had to do was push it in and I did. My cock brushed against some slight stubble around her slit, and then easily slid through her fleshy lips into her hot, wet pussy.



With my hips resting firmly against her smooth white buttocks, I began shallowly fucking her pussy. When I felt her able to take more cock, I put my hands on her hips to steady myself, and began to accelerate my thrusts. The deeper my cock went the harder and longer it became and the more her pussy opened.



She let me bang away. She took all the passion and lust I could muster. With every slam of my hips against her buttocks, the woman thrust her ass and hips up to get maximum penetration. “Fuck me, Baby, fuck me,” she moaned.



At some point, I stepped back a little and slowed down. After all that prostate stimulation, I was pretty close to cumming. I also enjoyed watching my cockhead force her labia into her pussy and then watching it stretch like a pink rubber band around my cock when I pulled out.



As I began thrusting, again, I heightened her pleasure by strumming her clit with my thumb and gently finger fucking her anus with my index finger. Within a couple of minutes, I felt warm liquid streaming out of her pussy and down our legs. The faucet had been turned on.



The incredible stimulation we were enjoying became too much for both of us. I gripped her hips hard and began taking bigger and longer strokes. She started blabbing in ecstasy as her pussy milked my cock. “Oh, my god! Don’t stop! Don’t stop!”



My cock was in ecstasy and had begun to throb and swell unmercifully. Knowing I was going to cum in seconds, I quickly shifted my hands from her hips to her thighs. I pulled her against me and then held her tightly as I strained to push my cock as far up her cocksucking pussy as I could.



When my sperm exploded into her womb, I heard and felt her pussy gurgle and convulse. I was glad I kept her impaled after I had shot my final load. Her pussy’s spasmodic muscle contractions continued grasping my balls-deep cock for a couple of minutes.



When her orgasms had subsided, my spent cock slipped out, and the woman collapsed onto a vacant chair on her knees. She rested her forehead against the back of the chair. Not necessarily for my viewing pleasure, her savory ass remained lifted up. I watched my semen slowly trickle out of her swollen, dilated pussy as she sighed and made soft moaning sounds. It was a remarkable sight.



Impulsively, I lifted her up into my arms and while holding her, I sat down in her chair. As she nestled into my lap, I could feel our cum on her ass and the man’s cum on mine. She lay back on my chest and we cuddled for a while, all sweaty and tired out. I rested my hands reassuringly on her soft stomach. Our respite was short-lived.



Two older looking men suddenly appeared in front of us. Without even asking, one man knelt between her legs, gently spread them wider, and without hesitating, buried his face in her sloppy, freshly fucked pussy.



Since she didn’t say anything, I didn’t either. I couldn’t believe that he would want to eat that pussy, all slopped up with my semen seeping out of it, but he went right to work, slurping it up.



The other man went straight to her clit, licking it with his tongue. With a weak moan, she pushed her wet mound closer to their faces.



While the trolls were eating her, the man who had fucked me earlier, walked up to her left side and offered her his rejuvenated cock. She hesitatingly took hold of the cock that had just royally fucked my ass and slowly pulled it to her mouth.



“Thats it, bitch. Suck my cock with that hot mouth,” he said as he pushed his cock into her mouth. I wondered if she could taste my ass.



Despite her hot, luscious mouth willingly engulfing his cock, he grabbed her head and pulled it forward to get his cock in deeper and immediately began to fuck her little mouth. He didn’t allow her anytime to prepare.



I watched with great fascination as his thick shaft kept her little mouth stretched wide open as it continuously slid all the way in and out. Her throat bulged out every time he pushed in and she gasped for air every time his cock pulled back out.



Her little nostrils flared and she began to drool uncontrollably. It seemed her discomfort only excited him more.



“Take it bitch!” He chided her as he looked into her teary eyes and rubbed his nutsack over her face. “Suck that cock, bitch! Swallow it!”



Join the club I thought sympathetically. Like it or not I told myself, it was happening to her, too. She was being face fucked like a cheap whore.



When he neared orgasm, I saw his testicles begin bobbing up and down and his pace increase. As his balls drew up tight in his scrotum, he jammed his cock all the way down her throat, until her lips pressed firmly against the base of his shaft. A second later, her eyes got really big as his cum exploded down her gullet. She did not even have to swallow.



He came so hard; he jerked his cock out of her mouth. As she gasped and drew in a huge breath, the second jet of cum blasted up the side of her nose, across her forehead and into her hair. The third blast splashed against her lips and chin before she was able to get it back into her mouth.



“She’s one good cocksucker”, he said as he pulled his spent cock from her mouth. I did not respond. He added, “She’s all yours.” I just watched his back as he walked away.



After a few moments, she turned her head toward me and sheepishly smiled. I leaned over and gently kissed her cum tasting moist lips.



In fact, I kissed her a few times, before she wiggled her tongue into my mouth. When I gently sucked on her cum coated tongue, my cock came back to life. Sensing that her mouth had recovered and knowing that I desperately wanted her to suck my sperm out of my cock; I brusquely interrupted the trolls’ Sunday brunch by forcefully extricating myself from underneath her. “Do me!” I exclaimed as I stood up.



Like a monkey in heat, I easily jumped up onto the armrests of the chair she was sitting in. Each foot landed perfectly on the armrests on the chair.



With my feet straddling the armrests, I crouched in front of her. My hard cock bobbed up and down in front of her face. Startled, she looked at my hard-on for a second before she began to fellate me.



It felt so good. I always loved receiving a blowjob and she was doing a great job. With half of my cock in her mouth, she pumped the remaining half with one small hand while the other gently kneaded and squeezed my balls.



While alternating between exerting a light sucking pressure and swirling her tongue all around the top of my cockhead, she let lots of saliva build up. Her mouth felt so wet and warm around my cock.

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