New Hope Motel In The Woods

The warm spring breeze blew through the windows of the house. Bringing with it a fresh clean scent. Kelly finished the pre dinner preparations and put the meat in the oven. She had 3 and a half hours until dinner. She was feeling restless and out of sorts. It had been so long since she had a spanking or flogging, and her body was starting to crave the feel of the leather on her ass. Any time Kelly would think about getting spanked, flogged, or caned she became wet.
Sometimes it was very hard to be a submissive without a Master or Dom. She had her friends who were Dom’s, but they chose not to satisfy her craving for a spanking or flogging. She understood their reasons why, it just made it difficult at times to be around them.
Kelly thought about contacting one of the Dom’s she talked to once in a while, whom she knew would help her satisfy that craving, but hesitated. She always felt as though she were cheating on her boyfriend. Even though they lived hundreds of miles apart, and he wasn’t a Dominant, any time she “played” she felt disloyal to him and the guilt would eat away at her.
Kelly was finding it harder and harder to bury her submissive needs. The need for someone to control her, direct her, guide her. She knew her boyfriend wasn’t a Dominant, but she also knew that he had the ability to control her. He didn’t understand her need for the physical aspect of the Dominant/ submissive lifestyle that she lived.
Kelly was hoping one of her friends could sit down and talk to him. Explain the whole power exchange to him. Help him understand what it was that she needed. She knew he could handle the control that was already a part of him. He just didn’t understand the sexual aspect of her submission. That she would do whatever he asked of her. That he would be the one making all the decisions in that regard. Kelly tried explaining her feelings to him once, but wasn’t able to make him completely understand what she was saying.
Even now it has been several months since she had seen him. The need for him was very strong, stronger than her need to be spanked and flogged, which was how she ended up in this state of frustration.
Since Kelly had the apartment to her self for a while, she decided she needed to get rid of some of this frustration. She put on some music, just as background noise, went into her bedroom, and found her favorite vibrator. Taking some calming breaths, she undressed in front of her long mirror. Imagining that she was undressing for a Dom. Carefully folding the clothing and putting it aside, she knelt in front of the mirror. She cupped both of her breast in her hands, lifting them up as if she was offering a taste of them to someone. She started to gently knead them, making the nipples stand at attention. Working her hands towards her nipples she kept tugging and pulling. Each time she pulled she made it a little harder. By the time she reached her nipples they were little hard pebbles, begging to be touched. Taking each nipple in her thumb and forefinger, she slowly rubbed them. The moisture between her legs started building. Kelly continued to rub her nipples until she was crazy with need. As her need continued to grow, she picked up her vibrator and turned it on low. She slowly opened her lips with her free hand and gently touched the vibrator to her clit, making her shiver. Gently she moved the vibrator up and down her clit and vaginal opening. Going with the need to feel fulfilled, Kelly pushed the vibrator completely inside her, and increased the speed. She kept one hand on the vibrator, and with her other hand she gently stroked her clit, making it throb even more. Kelly became totally unaware of the time as she continued to play. She was so wrapped up in her own pleasure, that she didn’t hear her roommate come home.
He found her in her room in front of her mirror, eyes closed and stroking herself. A small smile spread across his face, he knew he shouldn’t give into the temptation, but he also knew Kelly had been feisty and out of sorts for the past couple of weeks. Quietly, he entered her room. Walking up behind her, he gently took her hair in his hand, pulling but not too hard. Kelly’s eyes flew open at his touch. Her head went back with the pulling of her hair. He smiled down at her, knowing he caught her off guard.
“Hello little one.”
“Hello Sir, what are you doing home already?” Kelly tried to hide her nervousness, but wasn’t completely able to. It had been so long since he had touched her this way, she wasn’t sure what she should be feeling.
” Well considering it’s time for me to be home, where else would I be?”
” Oh, I didn’t realize it had gotten so late.”
” I see this. Leave your toy inside of you and turn around on your knees”
Kelly quickly did as he asked, kneeling in front of him, with her legs wide and her toy still deep inside of her.
Looking up at him, she felt a tingle run up her spine. This is what she had been craving for so long. She desperately wanted to please him, knowing if she didn’t living here in the same house could become very uncomfortable.
As Kelly was turning around he undid his belt, slipping it out of the loops easily. He undid his jeans, and freed his already throbbing cock.
“Is this what you want little one? My hot cock in your mouth?”
“Yes Sir”
“Take it” he pushed his hips forward as she opened her mouth to take him deep. Her tongue flicked over the sides and top. He gripped her hair tight, as she started to stroke him faster. His belt that had been hanging loosely from his hand suddenly smacked her back, lightly. It was what she called one of his teasing strokes. Not hard enough to hurt, but just enough to let her know it was there. She reached up and gently stroked his balls with her hand while her mouth still sucked him hard. She felt him stiffen as his orgasm built. She sucked harder, trying to pull the orgasm out of him, the first drops of his hot cum filled her mouth, she greedily sucked and pulled his cock, while his cum filled her mouth. She swallowed, while still cleaning his cock off. Knowing he liked it to be clean after he had cum. He released her hair, and she sat back. Her hands going to the back of her neck, her head tilted back, watching and waiting for his next words.
” Very good little one” he stroked her cheek. He looped his belt together and pushed her down on her hands and knees. He already knew that she was wet. He could smell the scent of her arousal. She still had her toy inside of her, and he reached down and turned the speed up to high. Knowing she would be begging soon to cum. He positioned himself behind her, and gave her a good crack on her ass with the belt. She flinched a little but remained still and quiet. Again, the belt hit her ass, a little harder this time. She raised her hips up to receive the smacks. This is what she had been craving. The feel of the leather as it connected with her bare flesh. Her ass, was soon a nice shade of red, and her body was starting to hum with a need for release.
“Please Sir, may I cum for you?” she begged as he smacked her harder and faster.
“Not yet little one”
The belt was making her ass feel like it was on fire, each sting making her need stronger and stronger.
Again she begged “Please may I cum for you Sir”
“Now” was the only word he spoke.
Her body convulsed as she released her orgasm. The belt continued to make it’s mark, while she moaned. When her orgasm eased. He stopped the spanking.
“Thank you Sir”
“Your welcome little one, now get in the kitchen and finish dinner” He ordered with a grin.

Chapter 5: Storm Warning
Jack pressed his lips against the lush and kiss swollen lips of his beautiful young lover. He relished the soft moan of pleasure breathed into his own mouth as his tongue plundered the warm, wet cavern opened for his delectation. Jack had his weight balanced on his left arm in the relatively narrow bunk and he trailed his right down to the thick pubic pelt and rubbed seductively, earning a groan as his lover broke their kiss and arched into the caress. He slid his hand lower, caressing heavy, velvety flesh and the groan turned into whimpers of need. Teasing, Jack moved his hand upwards to play with twin dark nipples that begged silently to be gently tortured with pinches and tugs.
“Please, Jack,” a voice hoarse with need softly pleaded. Jack could and would not deny such a plea from the heart. Shifting between wantonly spread, smooth golden legs; Jack engulfed his lover’s straining erection.
Will wailed Jack’s name as he felt suction and heat envelop his engorged flesh. His hands wrapped in Jack’s hair, simply holding, touching, as Jack worked Will’s shaft.
Angling his head, Jack ensured he could see his younger lover as Will’s head thrashed from side to side in unrestrained pleasure, dark curls fanning their pillows. He smiled around his precious mouthful and teased Will’s secret opening with a saliva-slick calloused finger. As he pressed into Will’s nether port, he sucked hard and Will’s essence exploded into his mouth.
Will screamed Jack’s name as the older man unerringly found his hidden jewel and climaxed hard, convulsing beneath his sturdier mate.
When Jack was certain he had swallowed all his love could offer, he cradled the slighter man to his chest while Will recovered. Jack amazed himself that he enjoyed post-coital cuddling so much, but then he enjoyed a great many more things now he had the other half of his soul in his arms. The greatest treasure the pirate could ever have wished to find: Will Turner.
“Love you,” Will murmured nuzzling into Jack’s dark dreadlocks.
“Love ye, Treasure,” Jack replied tightening his grip a little. “So happy, my sweet. So happy.” He smiled down at the flushed face that gazed in open adoration up at him.
“Me too,” Will breathed. “Make love with me?”
“Aye, luv, that I will,” Jack’s smile widened. “But when I come inside your beautiful body I intend for ye to be spending with me.” He reached for their oil, an almond flavoured oil that Will had shown preference for.
Jack coated a single digit and worked it between Will’s taut cheeks into the precious portal. Will canted his hips to show his eagerness and Jack smiled again. As he used his fingers of one hand to prepare the delicate channel, he used mouth, lips and his other hand to touch and caress Will, gradually reawakening the younger man’s spent sex. Finally Jack rubbed three fingers insistently across Will’s sweet spot, and the writhing young man begged to be filled, his flesh fully aroused. Jack draped the long limbs over his shoulders as he lined his aching shaft against Will’s glistening portal.
“Love you, Will,” he groaned as tight, slick heat enveloped him. “So tight, so good.”
Jack leant to capture Will’s lips as he began to thrust.
Will’s hands roamed over the muscular back and shoulders, his lips seeking any flesh he could reach.
“Take me, my Captain,” Will husked. “Make me yours.”
Jack growled at the submissive words, so at odds with the confident, independent young man who was the ‘Pearl’s’ first mate and onship blacksmith. Only Jack saw Will needy, begging, and submissive; just as only Will saw the real Jack Sparrow. Jack began to thrust hard and deep wanting to give Will the pleasure the younger man wanted; the pleasure only Jack had or would ever give him.
“Want your essence in me, Jack,” Will moaned.
“Don’t worry, my lovely,” Jack crooned. “Ol’ Jack knows what you need and he’ll give it to ye.” Will’s hands caressed the pirate’s nipples and Jack felt liquid fire in his loins. He reached between them, pulling at Will’s hard shaft in time with the strokes to Will’s hidden jewel and the boy erupted beneath him screaming his joy. His roar, just seconds later heralded Jack’s own joy as his seed pulsed deep into the beloved body. He leant down, sucking hard at a succulent morsel of Will’s throat to leave his boy marked outside as well as inside.
For long minutes they lay entwined, enjoying the comfortable, close contact. They mourned the loss of Jack’s softening flesh from Will’s safe harbour. Will peppered kisses across Jack’s face until the older pirate’s stomach rumbled. Will laughed as Jack swatted the pert, naked bottom.
“Breakfast, whelp,” he growled, the twinkle in his eye belying the words. “Come on, lovely,” he added pulling Will to his feet. Laughing, the two men dressed and moved from the cabin to face the new day.
The day progressed as normal, Will spending time in the ship’s forge repairing some weaponry before banking down the fire and seeking out his Captain on deck. He frowned at the dark clouds that had gathered and the spots of rain that heralded the onslaught of a storm. He strode to Jack’s side at the wheel.
“Storm, Captain?” he asked.
“Aye, luv,” Jack growled, kissing his love quickly, briefly pulling him to his side. He then pushed Will between his body and the wheel pf the ‘Pearl’, moulding himself possessively to the lithe body. Storms were something of an aphrodisiac to the seasoned pirate.
“Will you tend to me if I fall prey to sea-sickness, my Captain,” Will whispered seductively leaning his head back on Jack’s shoulder.
“Aye, luv” Jack leered. “I have an unfailing cure for mal de mer,” Jack pressed a noticeable bulge against Will’s taut backside. Will ground back earning himself a muttered “Teasing whelp.” Jack’s hands left the wheel in Will’s care as they gripped the boy’s slender hips. “I’ll take real good care of ye below decks,” he added, nipping at the nape of Will’s neck. “Wait here a minute.”
Jack moved away from the wheel to make his final orders as lightening and thunder rolled around the ship. Light and noise almost simultaneous.
Will smiled despite the rain. Jack was even more beautiful to Will’s eyes when so in command. He felt his breeches tighten in anticipation. An inner sense made him glance upwards at another flash and bang and the young man saw part of the rigging snap free, falling to where Jack and Gibbs stood oblivious. Will’s voice was lost in the sounds of the storm and so he hurtled himself towards the two men, shouting for them to get clear.
Jack and Gibbs turned to see Will racing panic-stricken towards them, but couldn’t make out his warning. Will pushed Jack into Gibbs sending the older men to the floor as the rigging swung down. Will felt a searing pain in his shoulder seconds before a blow so hard to the back of his head he was unconscious before falling face first onto the deck of the ‘Pearl’.
“Will!” Jack screamed the younger man’s name. He pulled the broken wood from Will’s back, wincing as he saw the broken edge had speared Will’s left shoulder. He delicately felt the back of Will’s head and felt the stickiness that heralded a cut there. Gently he scooped the unconscious form into his arms and carried him to his cabin.
Gibbs brought water and helped as Jack stripped the unconscious young man before going to man the wheel of the ‘Pearl’. Before he reached the door, he heard Jack’s voice.
“Why?” Jack asked harshly, eyes bright with unshed tears.
“Because he loves ye, Jack,” Gibbs replied softly. “Because you would do no different loving him.”
“Take care of ‘Pearl’,” Jack said to the older man. “She’ll feel it too. She wouldn’t have meant harm to me boy.”
Gibbs nodded, leaving the two men.
Will murmured and shifted restlessly in unconsciousness. Jack crooned lullabies as he cleaned and tended the wounds. They were lucky, they could have been so much worse.
“Jack?” a small voice came from his pale-faced lover. “Sorry, feel sick.”
Without hesitation, Jack held his beautiful boy while Will vomited, rubbing his back and soothing him gently. When all was left were dry heaves, Jack lowered Will carefully. He wiped the too pale face tenderly.
“Sleep,luv,” he ordered. “I’ll keep watch.”
Jack permitted a small smile as Will clasped his hand and slid into a healing sleep.
By morning, a sore, but recovering blacksmith-cum-pirate gently kissed his protective mate. Jack had fallen asleep on Will’s chest. Their hands were still clasped and the tenderness of the gesture touched Will deeply.
“Morning, Captain,” he said huskily.
“Will, luv,” Jack muttered sleepily, then the evening’s events came into his mind and his head shot up. “How’re you feeling?” He handed Will some water who swallowed it gratefully.
“A little sore, but much better. Thank you for taking care of me.” Will smiled as Jack traced the bruised cheek.
“That wasn’t how I planned on taking care o’ye,” Jack muttered before he could stop the words, disappointment warring with the concern in his eyes.
“Then come here,” purred Will.
“Yer hurt,” Jack hesitated.
“I’ll be more hurt if don’t come and take care of me, love,” Will said sincerely.
With a whimper, Jack stripped and slid into their bunk, his hands roaming over as much of Will’s warm silky flesh as he could touch, whilst his mouth kissed feverishly.
“Gently, love,” Will gasped. “I’m here, I’m safe. I want you to love me, but you need to be gentle.”
“Sorry, Treasure,” Jack breathed. “I was so scare o’losing ye.”
“You didn’t. ‘Pearl’ looked out for me.”
At that comment, Jack couldn’t prevent the sob breaking free and for a few moments the two men held each other whispering promises of love and devotion.
Finally, Jack recovered enough for his caresses to become arousing rather than comforting and for warmth to become heat. Jack’s hand found Will’s half-hard shaft and pumped it to full arousal, his own rock hard and needing no further stimulation.
Jack manoeuvred around Will so the young man lay on his good side and Jack licked and nipped his neck and shoulders and his fingers traced the cleft of smooth buttocks before caressing the tiny rosebud. Slicking his fingers, Jack prepared Will as quickly as he could, desperate to be inside his young lover and assure himself Will really was unharmed and still with him.
As he pressed his oiled flesh at Will’s entrance, the younger man pushed back to meet the welcome invasion and the two men moaned aloud their pleasure at their delayed joining. Jack held Will still as he thrust deep inside the willing body. Will moaned his pleasure as Jack struck his sweet spot with every thrust into Will’s slick heat. He reached around Will’s hip, pulling him closer and fisting firm, hot flesh.
All too quickly Jack felt his climax gather and he increased the speed of his hand to bring his young mate with him.
With a joint cry of each other’s names, the two men climaxed, Jack’s seed going deep inside Will and the young man’s seed fountaining over Jack’s hand. As Will panted, regaining his breath, Jack licked his hand clean, then came around Will’s boneless body to clean the lissom form.
Snuggling together in each other’s arms, Will felt warm, safe and secure and Jack felt the cold at the pit of his stomach, that he had barely acknowledged, dissipate. Deciding Gibbs could look after ‘Pearl’ for a little longer, Jack carefully tucked Will’s bruised head under his chin and allowed Will’s soft breaths and warmth to lull him into joining the young man in sleep.

Big women’s butt holes were made for deep anal fucking. That’s why they’re so warm and tight. Those words resonated in my mind as I placed my hands on Helen’s hips and pushed my cock into her asshole. She had eagerly assumed the position once I told her that I was in the mood. She got on all fours, face down and ass up. ready to get fucked in the ass like a good little slut. Little being an operative term here. There’s nothing like about Helen. In case you’re wondering who this is, it’s me, Carl. I’m a tall and muscular black policeman who’s happily married to a big beautiful woman who is totally down with sex. Helen is an anal sex enthusiast. She grunted as my cock popped into her asshole. I began thrusting my dick hard and fast into her asshole. Her ass was so wonderfully warm and tight. I guess the guy who wrote that big girls have the tightest assholes in the world. I love fucking Helen in the ass. And she loves getting her booty hole pumped too. I guess we’re both anal addicts.
When Helen and I got married, she was a tall, skinny and uptight, blonde-haired white bitch. One of the most difficult women I ever met. However, I was in love, what can I say. Over the years, she got fatter. And more pleasant to hold. I like big women. I don’t like skin and bones. Once, she was almost frigid but I changed that. Eventually, I honed her sexual skills with intense anal and oral training. Now, she is totally addicted to having my cock in her ass. I grabbed a handful of Helen’s long blonde hair and shoved my dick into her ass. She squealed as I began fucking her with all of my might. I smacked her plump white ass while drilling my long and thick cock into her asshole. Helen screamed and begged me for more. I laughed and continued ramming my cock into her ass. Hot damn. I don’t think I will ever grow tired of fucking Helen in the ass.
My wife is a six-foot-tall former supermodel. Once, she was really something. A graduate of Georgia Tech with a degree in civil engineering. She was sexy, successful and educated. She made tons of money. I was a Morehouse College graduate and a fledgling policeman in the city of Atlanta when we met. We fell in love and later got hitched. I thought life was going to be wonderful. All married people do. Actually, make that married men. Women don’t like marriage. They just like weddings. Twenty years later, she had really let herself go. My six-foot-tall, 140-pound trophy wife became my six-foot-tall, 280-pound roommate. Still, I like big women so when she started gaining weight, I didn’t mind. Lots of black men like big women. What fascinated me is the transformation which occurred in Helen once she realized that she no longer looked like a beauty queen. She accepted her lot in life. Helen didn’t complain. That’s cool because she still looked good to me. Once she realized that I was the only man who cared about her even though I was a fit-looking black stud with women all over him, she changed her tune. I didn’t think it was possible but Helen changed. She became less of a bitch. Oh, she could still be unpleasant. All women can be unpleasant at times. But I do think she became less uptight and more pleasant to have around. Well, that’s good. Because she was certainly more fun to fuck.
Oh, yeah. We found ways to spice up our love life. sometimes, I would rub oil all over her plump and sexy body before wrestling with her. I’m six-foot-three and weigh around 240 pounds. Even though she’s a bit bigger than me, I can still wrestle better than her. Helen has size but she doesn’t have technique. That’s why I always beat her at wrestling. The wrestling sessions spice up our lovemaking. We roll around and hump like college freshmen. Helen can suck a mean dick. Oh, yeah. She can suck on my ten-inch, uncircumcised black cock with no problem. She is one of the best cock suckers I know. I love thrusting my dick down her throat. She can deep throat with the best of them. When I finally do cum, she drinks up all of my cum. She loves the taste of my hot manly seed.
One of our favorite activities together is anal sex. Oh, sometimes I fuck her pussy too. I like drilling into her fat hairy snatch with my big dick but it’s not nearly as tight as her ass. So, her ass will always be more fun to fuck. That’s why I love putting her on her hands and knees before spreading her plump white butt cheeks wide open. I tell her to spread her asshole open and brace herself to be invaded by black dick. She loves that. That’s what I’m doing now. I’m slamming my dick in and out of Helen’s asshole like there’s no tomorrow. I smack her ass while fucking her. Helen screams. I laugh and continue drilling my cock into her butt hole like there’s no tomorrow. Her ass is infinitely tighter than her pussy could ever be. Besides, every woman’s pussy gets filled with dick at some point. I know lesbians who have slept with more men than the average female porn star. Fucking a woman in the ass, now there’s a challenge for a man.
When it comes to anal sex, big girls are the most fun. Just find one who is willing to try it and you’re golden. I guarantee that she won’t want to fuck any other way if done right the first few times. Why is that? Big girls have the tightest assholes in the world. It’s a little-known scientific fact. That’s why I love fucking Helen in the ass. It never goes out of style. And it’s always fun. I slide my cock in and out of my wife’s poop chute and she squeals in delight. I make her completely surrender to me. She simply lies there and takes it. Helen is a natural submissive. She loves being told what to do. That’s why fucking her in the ass turns me on so much. It allows me to completely dominate her, which is thrilling for both of us. I finished her off by blasting my load into her ass. She squealed as my hot seed filled her bowels. I laughed victoriously.
When all was said and done, Helen and I went back to bed. She’d be walking funny the next day or so. I love watching her big ass when she’s walking funny after a particularly steamy anal sex encounter. Hey, what artist doesn’t admire his handiwork? I know I do. I take pride in what I do. And Helen enjoys herself too. We never had any brats thanks to our endless anal sex sessions. When we both retired, we had tons of money to spend. We’re rich, and horny. We’re so happy together. Can’t you tell?

A while ago, I told you all about the night that Chris fucked my wife Rhonda, and how I got to eat her pussy after he was done using it. Let me tell you, the experience changed my life! For the last six months, I have had a constant low grade erection because my memories of that night are still so vivid. Every time I see my wife I think about the look on her face as she was being drilled from behind by Chris and how I felt when I saw the pleasure and appreciation on her face.
It turns out that she really likes being fucked by two men at the same time. For me, it’s palpable - I can literally smell and taste her pussy when I remember my tongue on her hole as his cock was filling her with his seed and I saw his balls pushed all the way up against her pussy, inches from my face. I remember how happy I was as I licked her and swallowed her pussy juice mixed with his load of sperm, how incredibly hard my cock was. The smell and the consistency of her freshly fucked hole was almost too much to handle. It was pure sex, pure pleasure. The visual treat of me being able to watch a man pump her and please her was also incredibly powerful for me. I also enjoyed watching her lips wrapped tightly around the head of his cock. It was like watching a porn flick, only way better.
Rhonda was always so worried that if she ever agreed to fuck another man, somehow it would ruin our marriage. I told her for years that it would never ruin anything - instead, it would open up a whole new world of pleasure for both of us. She would get to enjoy being used by any man she desired while I watched and sometimes helped (as long as I knew about it up front), and I would get to clean her pussy after men filled her.
There is something so incredibly powerful about being a man who allows other men to fuck his wife. It makes you feel powerful, generous, naughty, excited, exhilarated, scared, trusting, loving and hot, somehow all at once. It’s the idea of knowing how hot your wife is, knowing how every man at the bar would love to fuck her, and then being able to give her a variety of cock. Now, we’ll be married for 100 years. I get pleasure from watching her get fucked. I don’t have any desire to fuck other women. What woman would give up a gig like this? Am I a cuckold? Am I a submissive, or gay, or bisexual? Who the fuck knows. I love my wife, I love fucking my wife, I love watching men fuck my wife, I love eating her pussy after men fill it with cum. Who cares about labels, I am secure with who I am.
Anyway, I digress.
I emailed Chris the day after the big event and thanked him for being patient and making it happen. He replied, and that was the end of it for a while. I wanted to make sure everything was cool with Rhonda, so I laid low. That was becoming more and more difficult though, so I finally emailed Chris to see if he would like another run at fucking my wife (I also enjoy talking about it so openly now - “Hi, do you want to fuck Rhonda again this week?” how cool!) Of course, he was up for it. I wanted it to be totally unexpected for Rhonda once again, just like the first time. I suggested that he go to the bar we always go to after we catch a Tigers game, and that we would be there for sure the next Friday night. After he replied, my cock stirred and there was no way any work was going to get done for the rest of the week. My mind was racing with anticipation.
Friday finally arrived and I was home early. I wanted to make sure she wore something a little sexier than usual for the game. “Rhonda, I really like this top - you should wear it.”
“OK, what are you up to?”, she said. She is no dummy.
“I just like showing you off, that’s all. You are so hot, baby.” I got the subtle sense that she might be getting excited about the possibility of getting fucked by another man tonight, and that made me hard yet again. Part of the thrill for me is knowing she likes the attention.
We went to the game, enjoyed the ball park, the food, the beer and the game. It was a perfect summer night, the Tigers beat the Yankees by a mile, and my thoughts were already on the post game show that was about to start. We would ride the shuttle back to the bar and stick around for a few drinks. Chris would be there and he would immediately recognize us and come over. After a while I would suggest we all go back to the house and hang out at our bar, throw on some tunes, play some games, have some more drinks. He would say yes, Rhonda would resist, but it would happen!
Away we went. This time, Rhonda didn’t put up the fight that she did the first time I invited Chris to the house. That was some form of compliment to me, kind of like “I enjoyed Chris’s cock last time, I am glad you found him” or something. This was going to be so fucking great again. This time, I planned to watch Chris fuck my wife in our bed. Last time it was down in the basement bar.
It started innocently enough this time. We laughed; we talked shit about work and life and the summer, and the whole time we had Rhonda between us. It was exhilarating to see her make eye contact with him, to watch her touch his arm when they spoke, to see him brush up against her and touch her. I liked watching her flirt with him and respond to him. I was holding her right hand. It felt like electricity when he held her left hand and I saw him play with her wedding ring, twisting it back and forth a little bit. Here is my loyal, loving, dedicated wife, being seduced by a stud and I get to enjoy it all. She was warm, and grabbed his hand and my hand.
It didn’t take long for Chris to kiss her neck. That was my cue to kiss her neck as well. It drove her insane. Her arms melted away and all of her inhibitions were gone. Chris slowly put his hand up her tight, sexy top and I could see her rock hard nipples jutting out. It was so hot to watch him play with her, exciting her so easily. I pulled on her hand and said to both of them, “Follow me.” I led them up the stairs to our bedroom.
As soon as we all got in the room I turned on some low lighting and put on some music. Chris was giving Rhonda all of his attention. I saw him peel her shirt off in one smooth motion, and then strongly lay her down on the bed, where he started mouth kissing her passionately. She looked over at me and gave me that same knowing, loving, appreciative look. She wore it well. I went right to her feet and started massaging them, because I wanted to enjoy the show that Chris was putting on. As Chris continued to kiss her, they giggled and he was playing with the hair on the back of neck area. Her nipples were as hard as stones and I could smell the sex in the room. Chris was already out of his shirt.
He kneeled up for a minute and unhooked his pants. My wife sat up and instinctively took his cock out and put her lips around it. I have been talking dirty to my wife for years, and she has started to fully understand what makes me tick. She started making the sounds of enjoyment, worshipping his cock and making sure I knew she was into it. She made sure to make eye contact with me while his big hard cock was in her mouth. I was playing with her pussy from under her skirt. Her panties were soaking wet and she strained toward my fingers as I teased her. I kept licking my fingers, savoring the taste of her wet pussy.
I stood up and got naked, then in one move I pushed my cock up next to her mouth and pushed my wet cock head against her lips, while she still had his shaft in her mouth. She started taking turns sucking my cock and Chris’s cock. I was smiling, and for the first time of the night I really looked at Chris. He gave me an approving look, such as to say he was enjoying her and that he appreciated me for making it possible. This was good.
Chris reached over and started fingering Rhonda. As he did this, her mouth tightened around my cock and I felt her reaction. It was almost too much. I pushed back because I was not about to let her drink my cum - it was going into her fuck hole to be mixed with Chris’s seed. Chris was toying with her. She was like jelly, consumed with lust and straining to have hands or tongues or cocks touch her pussy. Chris laid on his back and pulled her on top of him so he could have her pussy in his face. He started licking her, and I started fingering her while I was kissing her on the back of her shoulders and near her neck. She was now railing against my finger and his mouth. She needed to be fucked now.
I did not hesitate. With Chris still licking her pussy I pushed my cock into her and she felt like heaven. I now had a great view from the top. I was fucking her doggie style while Chris was under her in a 69, so I got to see her working his cock and I got to feel my balls brushing up against his face while he worked her hole. It is a damn powerful feeling to be fucking the shit out of your wife while another man services her hole with his tongue, but I wanted to be the one doing the licking while another man did the fucking. I decided to be sneaky tonight. I did everything I could to avoid being discovered as I dumped my first load into her and then pulled out. I’m pretty sure he got some on his tongue as he worked her while I pulled out.
Right away I motioned to Chris by laying down and pulling her onto my face. Chris got up and immediately put his cock in her hole, and now he was fucking her and his cock was all into my cum! As he went in and out I slurped and licked and enjoyed Rhonda’s juices. My cum and her juice tasted so silky and warm, and the taste of Chris’s pre-cum mixed in there was beyond any description. It felt so good to nibble at her pussy lips as his cock went in and out of her.
I got the feeling that Chris was thinking about multiple loads tonight too. He let loose with a grunt and because I was below her, I watched the vein on his cock contract and pump cum into the spot I had just filled only minutes before. Rhonda was now aching for an orgasm and we both could sense her frustration because she knew he came. Chris peeled off and laid on his back next to Rhonda, catching his breath. I immediately started working Rhonda’s pussy with my tongue as the cum flowed out. I made sure to swallow it all, and her breathing was becoming irregular.
She started arching her back and pushing her body harder against my mouth. I saw her grab his hand and squeeze it - this whole thing was surreal. Here was my wife, holding hands with the man who just fucked her and filled her with cum, and I was eating her pussy to an orgasm right after he used it for his pleasure. Seriously, I was in heaven!
She came. Hard. Now, both Chris and Rhonda lay on my bed, on their backs, holding hands, covered in sweat, fully satisfied. I sat with my head between her legs and just soaked it all in. Suddenly, Rhonda kind of sat up and started cleaning up Chris’s cock. It was covered with my cum and his cum and her juice, so now she was getting to experience what I had already been enjoying. She sucked on it greedily, like it was her last meal. His cock twitched to life.
Rhonda motioned for my cock too, so now she was taking turns on us again. She pulled us together by our cocks and put both heads in her mouth at once. I have never seen something so fucking hot. Things were just continuing to get better, as far as I was concerned. Now that both of us had cum in her, we were both able to really work her. I motioned Chris to lie on his back and I guided my wife onto his cock with her facing him. This allowed me a great view of her pussy sliding up and down on his shaft. I had my face between his legs and my tongue on her backside area. I was licking everywhere and she was going nuts because I was hitting the little space between her pussy and her asshole.
I kept licking all of the juice that was flowing out between her pussy and his cock shaft. It tasted so good. I pushed my finger in her pussy as Chris kept fucking her and she went nuts. If felt so good to feel the inside of her pussy with my finger and to feel his cock shaft pushing against her insides, doing its work. His cock felt hard and wet and she was losing her mind from the double penetration. He worked her for something like 15 minutes before I saw his cock pumping her full of juice again. As soon as he stopped twitching, I pushed her onto him and started licking her gaping hole as she laid on him and enjoyed waves of orgasm.
I fell asleep again this time, with a huge smile on my face. I woke up to feel lips on my cock, and when I opened my eyes I saw Chris fucking my wife from behind, with his strong hands moving her waist in and out. Damn I love my wife.
Thanks Rhonda!
I’ll keep you all posted. Now that we have done this twice, I think it’s time for Chris to bring over a few of his buddies so Rhonda can get a real fucking and I can bat cleanup once again. I cannot WAIT! I want to see men take turns pumping cum into my wife while she is bent over my bar, and then I want her to feed me all of their cum as they stand around her and she sucks their cocks clean as they drink my beer. That will be a great night. Maybe they will all stand around and say “good job cleanup boy, does that cum taste good?” and I will nod in approval as I drink it all up.
Until Then, Stay Tuned.

Stevenson Spade is the name. A tall, good-looking young black man living in Atlanta, Georgia. I’m a student at Morehouse College, the best damn school in the world, period. It’s my father Frank Spade’s alma mater. He attended the school and played football for them circa 1970. Shortly before I came into this mundane world. I’m on the men’s baseball team. This is the story of how I spent my summer vacation. I’ve been called everything from manipulative psychopath to cunning sociopath in my day. One of those blessed, or cursed, individuals who are incapable of feeling remorse. It doesn’t bother me a bit. I just ignore the haters and do my thing. My occupation is that of college student and car salesman. My vocation is that of Trickster. I love messing up people who are too dumb to know better. Yeah, it’s so much fun. Watch what happens.
There are a lot of stupid people in this world. Stupid men and stupid women. Stupidity is not gender-specific. It doesn’t discriminate. It employs everyone equally. How else would you explain how I never run out of people to con, seduce and then abandon? Exactly. There is a certain science to the art of the con. First, there’s target selection. It’s best to choose a person with a very high opinion of themselves. If this person thinks he or she is above others and impervious to what befalls the common man, then so much the better. Such people are the easiest to con because they’re so wrapped up in themselves that they never see you coming. I’ve had the pleasure of conning countless such men and women out of house and home.
My last trick was Susan Wellington, a plump white heifer who lived in western Atlanta. She’s not bad-looking. Standing five feet nine inches tall, thick, with long blonde hair and pale blue eyes. She’s got large breasts, wide hips and a big, plump ass. You’ve seen her type before. A former Southern belle who’s put on a few pounds. She thinks the world revolves around her and doesn’t like black people. However, she finds herself attracted to black men. Oh, she won’t admit it. I bet you she’s thinking about a sexy brother while getting fucked by Harry, her lily-white balding sycophant of a husband. She’s a self-loathing racist witch. A lot of the black folks in the neighborhood don’t like her. I don’t either. That’s why I decided to pay her a little visit. I volunteered my services as a gardener. What do you know? She offered me some hefty dough just to clean her backyard. I knew she was looking at me from inside the house. So I took my shirt off. Few people can resist my six-foot-two, 230-pound black athlete’s body. Yeah, I bet you that heifer was salivating when she watched me do yard work.
I was right. After I was done, she invited me inside her living room for some lemonade. I knew she wanted to offer me more than lemonade. She was offering me some of her pie. I went along with it. Looking at her, I quickly figured out that she was a sexual submissive. So I took control. I told her what to do. Bossing her around in her own house. You’d be surprised how fast she complied. Before long, the big chick was on her knees, sucking on my ten-inch long, uncircumcised black super cock. Damn, I’ve never seen a woman suck cock like that. You would have thought oral sex was going out of style. I grabbed a handful of Susan’s blonde hair and thrust my cock into her mouth. Right down her throat. She almost choked on my ten-inch black super cock but adjusted and adapted. She was looking at me the entire time she sucked my dick. I smirked. Yeah, bitch. You hate black people, yet crave black cock. What kind of hypocrite are you? Of course, I didn’t tell her that. I simply let her suck me off until I came, then made her drink my cum.
Afterwards, I put her on all fours and spread those plump white butt cheeks of hers wide open. Oh, I forgot to tell you. I’m really into anal sex in a big way. Oh, I’m not an anal sex addict or anything. However, I am one of those guys who love to fuck women in the ass. I’m an anal-centric individual. If I rent a porn video and there’s not a single anal scene in it, I feel cheated. I love raunchy anal sex scenes. Especially those when a really huge cock goes up the asshole of a big woman. I like big women, especially those with large, plump asses. Asses that seem to be begging for anal. Okay. I lied about one thing. I’m not addicted to anal sex per se. It depends on who I’m with. I like to have anal sex with big women with big butts. I tried it with skinny women. It’s just not that much fun. Want to know why? Okay. You asked for it. I discovered, through anal sex with numerous women of all races and body types, that big women’s assholes are tighter than those of their skinnier counterparts. Which makes them a lot more fun to fuck. There, I said. Can we please move on?
Yes, so, as I was saying, I pressed my cock against Susan’s booty hole. With a swift thrust, I went in. Immediately, I was surprised by the warmth and tightness of her asshole. Damn, it felt really good around my cock. I keep trying to describe it but you’re never going to get it until you experience it for yourself. If you’re a man reading this, do yourself a favor and stop chasing those skinny model types. Go for someone who’s hefty and pretty. I guarantee you that in their own way, they’re more sensual and sexual than skinny people. They carry a lot of passion inside that just needs to be released. My only issue with Susan is her racial attitude. Other than that, she’s a hot-looking femme. With that, I continued to drill my cock deeper into her asshole. Susan squealed as my cock filled her tight anal crevice. Holding firmly onto those wide hips of hers, I gleefully rammed my cock up her poop chute. The warmth, tightness and elasticity of her asshole amazed me. Clearly, this woman was no stranger to anal sex. However, I doubt she ever had such a big cock up her asshole. Fucking her was the ultimate pleasure. I couldn’t get enough of it. I grabbed Susan’s blonde hair, yanking her head back. I shoved my cock deeper inside her. Down into the forbidden depths of her asshole. Where the sun never shines. There, I did the nasty. Probing, invading and plundering. And when I came, my blast of manly seed rushed inside her booty hole, filling her up. Susan’s shrill scream of sheer pleasure was the sweetest sound I’d heard in ages.
Slowly, I withdrew from Susan. She fell on the floor, tired, abased but doubtless, feeling more alive than ever. Truth be told, I felt kind of bored. I usually feel that way after I’ve had my fun and the thrill is gone. I simply let myself out of Susan’s house. The warm Georgian air greeted me. I stretched and yawned, then walked down the street. It was the beginning of August 2008. I was a young man with nothing to do. Oh, well. I’d find some way to keep myself occupied. There are plenty of gullible and stupid people like Susan around. I’d have myself some fun at their expense, pure and simple. With that, I headed back home. My policeman father thinks I’m at baseball camp with the other Morehouse College sportsmen. He’s got no idea that his oldest son, his pride and joy is a cheerfully psychopathic Trickster. And I have no intention of telling him.

My now-wife Linda and I met at Philippine/American party. I asked for her number which she willing gave to me. Several dates later we spent a lovely evening at a drive in movie. I had already seen the film but actually had little interest in it. It took little time before we were hugging, kissing and I had placed my hands under her bra and was feeling here breasts.
36c’s, I now know, but then they just felt delicious in my hands. To make a long story short, we began to live together six months later and after seven years we are still happily together. But, this story isn’t about us as you will see.
Shortly after Linda and I began living together she asked me if I would be willing to bring her sister to the US. Her sister is Carmen, or Carmie as everyone calls her. Carmie was an 18 year old girl who was living with her family in Manila.
From Carmies photographs I saw that she was absolutely drop dead gorgeous. Linda’s dream was to bring Carmie to the US. Economic opportunity in the Philippines was and still is limited. The average monthly salary there is about three hundred dollars . Once Carmie was in the US she could get a good job and help her family by sending money to them.
A few hours spent at the Immigration and Naturalization Service {INS} provided me with enough information to know that the only way Carmie could come here was if we acquired a fiancée visa for her and she became engaged to a US citizen. Linda had asked me if I would help and I couldn’t say no.
At the INS I met a Phil/AM couple who told me how to bring Carmie here. We needed history with one-another. First, there had to be a number letters which would be submitted to the INS as proof that we had a real, although at that time only a ‘pen pal relationship. They were to begin as friendly ‘pen pal’ letters and later to turn into love letters. pen pals and eventually were to become love letters. Those were easy to write and over the next five months I must have written her thirty letters and she responded in kind..
Next, in order to bring her to the US I actually had to go to the Philippines, meet her, take photos of me with her and her family [as proof that she and I had spent time together] and then apply to the INS for the fianc’ee visa’.
With that visa she could come to the US, however, we had to marry within 90 days or she would have to return to Manila. After the marriage she could apply for a green card which is essentially a work permit.
After a year we would have to submit to an interview at the INS where they would determine whether we were really living together as man and wife. After the INS confirmed our relationship she could apply for permanent residency and some reasonable time later we could divorce, she could continue to stay in the US and Linda and I could marry.
Linda’s other sister suggested that Carmie and I spend the week that I was to be in the Philippines at a resort where we could take photos of us riding horseback, swimming, fishing, etc. all to make things look more believable to the INS. Arrangements were made and I flew to Manila where, at the airport. I was met by about fifteen family members, including, of course Carmie.
I was absolutely overwhelmed by how beautiful she was, and still is. She had lovely doe shaped eyes, a gorgeous nose, voluptuous full lips, black hair which was tied in a pony tail and which reached to the curve of her back just above her posterior.
Her legs were shapely and her behind was pear shaped and perfectly suitable to her 5 1” body. He olive skin showed not a mark . Her breasts, perhaps a 34 B stuck straight out without a hint of sag to them. I noticed that she did not appear to be wearing a bra under her T shirt.
Her family was very polite and seemed happy to meet me. We all went back to her parents house for refreshments and photos and at four that afternoon we were driven to a bus station for the three hour bus ride to the Palama resort, several hours drive from Manila.
We arrived at about seven in the evening and were given adjoining rooms in a two room cabin. I was dead tired from the fourteen hour plane trip and the afternoon party at her parents house and I told Carmie I had to get some sleep since I was totally exhausted.
After a light snack in the resorts dining room we shook hands and I bid her good night. She went to her room, I lay on the bed in my room and the next thing I knew, it was nine the next morning. When I woke up I looked in on Carmie but she was not in her room.
I opened the door to the outside and saw that she was sitting in front of the cabin in a lawn chair drinking her morning coffee. She had on a modest one piece bathing suit and in the morning sun looked exquisite. The sun made her black hair shine as if it had been dyed with coal dust.
We walked to the dining room where we had a wonderful breakfast and after finishing we walked to pool where we lay down on adjoining plastic lawn chairs. We began to get to know each other and by lunch time we were fast friends. She had many questions about life in the US and I had equally as many about life in Manila.
After lunch, I was ready to go back to the pool area but Carmie told me that the sun would be much to hot and that it would be best to go back to our rooms for a siesta and go to the pool after four in the afternoon when the sun would not be so hot on us.
She went to her room and I went to mine. I showered, put on my robe, lay on my bed I began to doze off when I sensed a presence. I opened my eyes and saw Carmie standing at the end of my queen sized bed. She was dressed in a loose pajama top and mini-short pajama bottoms.
The fabric of the pajamas was thin and I could almost see her naked body through them. She was gorgeous. I asked her why she wasn’t already asleep and she told me that she had stumbled on the way to take her shower and twisted a leg muscle.
I asked her if I could massage her leg to loosen her up and she said that would be fine. I had her lay down on the bed on her tummy with her head facing me and her feet facing the footboard of the bed. I grabbed the bottle of suntan lotion, spread it on my hands, and began to rub her left leg.
Her leg was smooth without a hint of razor stubble on it. Apparently she did not have to shave her legs. I started with her feet and toes and then began with the muscles of her lower leg. She was purring like a kitty cat and I continued massaging her leg eventually raising of her shorty pajamas so that I could massage her upper thigh.
My hands slipped under her thigh then back to her calf, then to the front of her leg, up and down alternatively using, long strokes and short strokes, stopping only to add more suntan lotion to my hands to make them slip over her smooth warm skin. Carmie was moaning with pleasure as I worked on her body.
After spending at least a half hour on her left leg I began to repeat the process on her right leg. I was inspired; time stood still for me as I rubbed, kneaded and massaged her. I could see her pussy through the loose legs of her pajamas that, as I suspected, she was naked under the thin top and bottom of the pajamas.
Her pussy had a great mass of thick black hair on her mons above the lips of her pussy. Her pubic hair stopped growing abruptly on either side of her mons and I saw that she could easily wear a bikini without having to have a bikini wax or to trim her pubic hair.
I wondered whether she shaved her pussy lips but saw that the hair growth was natural and she had not shaved them. I also had a clear view into her pussy which had large, wide open blood engorged lips. Her inner lips and the tissue surrounding them were bright magenta red, and her clitoral hood had retracted exposing her clitoris. It was unusually large, perhaps the thickness of a pencil and appeared to be about a half inch long
After nearly an hour I asked her to turn over onto her back. I then began to work solely on her calves and the front of her legs. I had her raise her right leg, bring it forward toward her body and place her right foot flat on the bed so that I could more easily knead her right calf and thigh. It was then that I notice d for the first time that there was a wet spot on her pajamas between her legs.
Well, decision time. This beautiful girl, my girlfriends 18 year old sister was certainly turned on and I had to decide whether to go further or merely give her the rest of the massage and send her back to her room. “Weak you are,” I said to myself and away I went with more rubbing.
This time I ran my hands up the legs of her pajamas and began to massage her along inner thighs and along the sides of her pubic hair but not putting my fingers into her pubic hair. I sort of allowed the sides of my hands to just touch the edges of her hairs. I then began to slowly rub my hands along her flat muscular belly, but decided to save her pussy for later.
Sometime later I said, “Carmie, I would like to you to turn over so that I can work on your upper body. Is that ok with you?” She did not answer but she rolled over and turned her body so that she was now lying on her back with her feet still at the foot of the bed.
I was sitting on the bed, my back leaning against the headboard and my legs on either side of Carmies body. I asked her if it was OK to begin working on her arms and chest. She nodded and I began to massage her again. My cock had become hard the moment I began to massage her and was leaking pre-cum as if it were a fountain.
I began by putting lotion on my hands and rubbing the back of her neck. I wanted to work on her shoulders but her pajamas were buttoned all the way to the top button. If I was going to continue to work on her I would have to unbutton her pajama top and that is exactly what I did. I brought the two flaps of her pajama top to her sides which exposed her lovely breasts to me.
Unlike many women whose breasts flop to their sides, her breasts stuck straight up without a hint of sag. The areola surrounding her nipples were a deep brown color and the nipples themselves were a wonder. The massage had brought blood to her breasts and her nipples which were as thick as a stack of dimes protruded from her areola by nearly one half an inch.
In my entire life I had never seen nipples which were that hard or that long, Her open pajama top allowed me access to her chest, armpits and tummy. . I began to rub her shoulders, then her underarms. Apparently her underarms were a very sensitive place for her since she was now breathing hard , moaning and whimpering.
I could not feel the slightest hint that there had ever been hair growth under her arms. I then advanced to begin long strokes with my hands going from her throat to her belly but being careful to touch her breasts and roll her engorged nipples between my fingers with each stroke. Since her head was sort of lying between my legs she could not help but feel my erection as it was touching her neck and right shoulder.
It was a crucial decision time. Do I stop or not? “Carmie, I asked, this is going further than I had planned but I don’t want to stop. Do you want me to continue.”
“Yes,” she said, “what you are doing to me feels wonderful. I have never been touched by a man before so please don’t stop. At first your letters to me were part of what we had to go through for you to bring me to America, but I soon realized that the man who wrote those beautiful letters to me had a good heart and I fell in love with you without ever meeting you. Please continue making me feel so wonderful.”
Thus, I began by cupping each breast in one of my hands and started to rub and massage her areola and then her nipples. The flow of blood to her breasts hardened her nipples even more which now stuck out from her body even more than before.
As I rubbed and kneaded her breasts and nipples Carmie began to sigh and moan and move her body back and forth, up and down to meet my hands. I placed my hands down the front of her pajama bottoms and began to rub her tummy. I did not stop there and for the first time let my hands roam through her pubic hair and down to the lips of her pussy.
Her pubic hair, although thick was soft to the touch. My hands were drawn to her inner lips which I lovingly opened and I dragged my fingers into her pussy and over her smooth and totally soaked inner lips. I touched her clitoris which was sticking straight out from her clitoral hood and rubbed it between my thumb and forefinger.
My God, she orgasmed at that first touch and did not stop coming as I massaged her wet and by now open pussy.. I continued to massage her clitoris and she continued to orgasm, moaning, and placing her hands over her mouth to stifle her screams.
By now any fiction that I was merely massaging her had disappeared. I lifted my leg over her body and moved next to her. I lifted her arm and slid her pajama top from under her, and threw it to the floor. Next I put my fingers under the elastic waistband of her pajama bottoms and drew them off of her body and those too went to the floor.
I took off my robe and then began to kiss and suckle her nipples and breasts. The first touch of my mouth to her lovely puffy tipped breasts she began to experience another series of orgasms. I ran my tongue over both breasts and then down to her tummy.
The scent coming from her pussy was intoxicating and I waited no longer. I began to run my tongue through the hair above her pussy, then along her outer lips. I repositioned myself between her legs which I spread apart with no resistance from her at all. I placed my lips and tongue into her wet pussy and began to drink her wetness.
No man has ever made a wine as sweet as the taste of her vaginal secretions. I took her clitoris into my mouth and began to suck it. That was the most incredible thing I have ever experienced. Carmie began to have another series of even more powerful orgasms. “More, don’t stop, harder, suck harder” she cried, all the while orgasming non-stop.
Carmie suddenly seemed to grow limp and began to breathe in a slow and steady rhythm. By now I had been massaging sucking, kissing, touching and playing with her body for over an hour and a half. Could I have put my cock into her pussy, sure, but I decided that we needed to talk about our relationship before going any further. I curled up next to her, covered us with a sheet and fell into a deep sleep.
When I woke up a few hours later I saw that Carmie had wrapped her legs around my left leg and her pussy was touching my thigh. The hair on her pussy excited me because it was so thick, black, and soft, and because she was so turned on. I could smell the intoxicating sweet juices gushing from her pussy. Her wetness was running all over her legs, thighs and even into the hairs above her genitals. It was a pheromone cocktail for me.
My sudden awakening apparently had brought her out of a deep sleep and the first thing she said to me was “darling, I have never been touched by a man before and as you must have guessed I am still a virgin. Since we are going to be married when I come to the US, I dreamed that we would have a real honeymoon but since you are living with my sister, we both know that my dream is never to become reality. What I want to do is to make the rest of this week our honeymoon.”
I replied that I wanted the same and also told her that we did not need to use any form of birth control since I had had a vasectomy ten years ago when I was married to my first wife Roberta. I could barely stand being with Roberta and certainly did not want to have any children with that miserable woman. In fact the day that she found out that I had had the vasectomy she asked me for a divorce. No problem for me and that very day I packed my belongings and moved out of our home.
Since there was no time like the present I leaned over to Carmie and began lick her armpits then began to fondle and kiss her lovely breasts and her proud puffy nipples. I worked my tongue down her belly and through the thick black hair above her pussy. Finally I flicked my tongue against her clit and as before she began to come again and again.
The mixture of my saliva and her sweet vaginal secretions had made her pussy totally wet. The moisture from her pussy began to accumulate in a pool just below the point where her inner lips came together. By now I had a raging hard on and began to manually rub my cock against her pubic hair, then down next to and then past her outer lips and finally into her inner lips, where I began rubbing the tip of my cock against her clitoris.
Carmie nearly screamed with pleasure and began to raise her hips and push against my penis. It took no time before I began to enter her pussy and suddenly, it was if we had been doing this all of our lives. I pushed against her and was immediately buried in her. Her public hair and mine were touching.
I could feel the corrugated inner folds of her vagina rubbing against my penis and it took no time before I moaned that I was going to come. “Me too” she said and for the first time in my life I experienced having an orgasm at the same time as my partner had hers. It was an awesome experience for us both. The only revelation for me is that Carmie, unbeknownst to her until this afternoon, was absolutely multi orgasmic.
My cock began to go soft but I put my fingers around the shaft and manually moved it in and out of her pussy, pulling it out almost all the way and then manually pushing the head back inside of her again. Every move of my cock made her come. She orgasmed perhaps twenty, or maybe even more times until I had to stop. My cock was so sensitive that the feelings of pleasure I had experienced by being inside of her could soon turn to pain.
We showered together which was the first time that I actually saw her naked body in an upright position. Her breasts stood out straight from her body with absolutely no sagging. I remember the story I had heard as a kid that if a woman put a pencil under her breasts and it did not fall to the floor. Carmie would have passed with an A+ if anyone had been grading this test. We dressed for dinner but before walking to the hotel dining room I suggested that Carmie move all of her things to my room. She did and we were apparently now on a real honeymoon.
After dinner we walked to the pool and sat on the edge of the pool at the shallow edge, our feet dangling in the water. Carmie said to me that she had never felt pleasure like I had given her in all of her life. I asked her what she hoped for when she arrived in the US. She told me that she originally had just hoped to make a simple life there, get a job and send money to support her family.
I asked her whether she wanted to continue our married life’ there. She told me she could not imagine not making love with me. She said that she felt like a woman and no longer the child that she had been. Just hearing her talk like that made the blood rush to my cock and I was horny again. “Let’s get back to our room” I said. I am ready for more of you.
We had no sooner closed the door to our cabin than she stood in front of me and began to unbutton my shirt. Next, she unzipped my pants and asked me to step out of them I stood there in my underwear shorts for a moment. She then put her fingers on either side of the elastic of my shorts and pulled them down to my ankles.”
It’s my turn to do something to you” she said and then asked me to lie on my back on the bed. ” I’ll be right back” she said and disappeared into the bathroom. A moment later she re-appeared with a wet wash cloth and a bar of hotel soap in one hand and my Gillette razor in her other hand. She began to wash and lather my cock and my balls.
The feeling of her warm hand on my cock was overwhelming. Naturally, my penis began to get hard. She told me to relax and the next thing I knew she began to shave my pubic hair. She started with the hair above my cock and soon took my balls into her hand and began to shave them too.

One Saturday morning I wake up and decide to go shopping for some really sexy and feminine girls clothes. I’m what I guess you could call, a “closet cross dresser.” Although I have always been too shy to try and pass as a girl in public, I have been dressing up as one in secret ever since my sister first dressed me up as a “joke,” when I was a boy. I realize that not all cross dressers are bi, or homosexual, but in my case, somehow I associate the incredibly sexy and feminine feelings that always come over me when I’m dressed as a girl, with the desire to be with a hunky guy, and to please him by playing the role of a sexy girl. Strangely, it is usually only when I’m dressed up that I have these cravings for men, and I don’t think any of my friends, or my girlfriend, would guess that I have this secret other life.
On this particular morning, after first taking a shower and drying and combing my long blond hair, I lubricate and then slip a large butt plug up my ass. It’s always a little painful at first for me, probably because I’ve never fulfilled my dream of being fucked by a man, but I absolutely love the sensation of walking around with my ass stretched by this huge plug, imagining that it’s really a big cock. I then slip on a pair of sexy tight pink silk bikini panties. I smooth them over my tight hard buns and the base of the butt plug and my throbbing cock (which always gets hard when I slip on a pair of sexy panties). I then choose a lovely pink satin garter belt with white lace trim and a matching bra. After slipping them on, I roll a pair of sheer white back seamed stockings over my long and muscular legs and attach them to the garters. I admire myself in the mirror, and I feel so turned on and sexy that I almost give in to the temptation to go all the way, apply makeup, and insert my “boobs” and slip into a sexy leather minidress and boots. But today I want to go out shopping, so I content myself with slipping these things into a bag, just in case I decide to dress up fully afterwards.
I cover my feminine lingerie clad body with a pair of sexy black tight leather pants and a nice white silk shirt. I wear my black loafers. Although wearing a skirt makes me feel sexier, the tight leather pants hugging my panty clad buns and the feel (and sound) of them sliding over my stocking clad legs is quite a turn on. I wear a snug black leather jacket over my shirt, because without it, you can see the outlines of my bra.
I always love going to the mall and shopping for sexy girl’s clothes. Walking around and observing the sexy girls and what they’re wearing in the mall is also a turn on. I love to imagine myself as one of them, checking out and flirting with the young hunky guys and imagining them taking me home to their beds.
After arriving at the mall, I decide to go first to my favorite leather store. I recently saw an ad for their new Spring fashions and they looked really sexy. As I enter the store, a gorgeous young blond hunk welcomes me. He must be new to the store, because otherwise I certainly would have remembered him! He’s wearing a tight white t-shirt that hugs his sexy broad shoulders and chest, and a pair of tight black leather pants like mine, which hug his tight buns and even reveal a bulge in the front. With a captivating smile, he asks if he can help me, but as usual I’m too nervous to admit I’m shopping for myself, so I tell him I’m just looking.
Walking over to the women’s section, I begin admiring and checking the sizes of some sexy leather miniskirts, when I notice a rack of ultra sexy pink leather minidresses. They are so sexy! Picking one in my size up to admire, I somehow forget that I’m not alone in the store as I hold it up against me and run my hands along the smooth sexy leather. My cock has become rock hard within the confines of my panties and the tight leather of my pants.
Suddenly a voice interrupts me. “Would you like to try it on?”, the hunky salesman asks with a dazzling smile. I can feel myself flushing deep red, but before I can stammer some type of excuse, this hunky dream man says, “let’s take that jacket off so I can measure you before you go to the trouble of trying it on.”
I continue to be too flustered to speak as he reaches out to help me out of the jacket and comes around behind me and helps me to raise my arms as he spreads the tape measure across my broad chest. All of a sudden I realize with horror that as he runs the tape measure around my chest, he can not only see the outline of my sexy pink bra through the sheer white silk of my shirt, but he can also feel it! I start to stammer something to cover up my embarrassment, but he cuts me off by asking me to “please stand still” and suddenly an electric thrill runs through me as my hard leather clad buns brush up (either by accident or design) against the leather of his pants as he takes my measure!
Although I am almost trembling with nervousness and I can feel that my face is still flushed, the confident and somewhat domineering manner with which this hunky salesman is handling me is exciting and my cock is rock hard within the tight confines of my panties and tight leather pants. After he finishes measuring me, I somewhat awkwardly take my jacket and hold it in front of me to hide the clear outline of my hard cock in the front of my pants.
After jotting down my measurements, this hunk of a salesman asks me if my cup size is a “D,” and when I stammer out that it is, he tells me that I have chosen the right dress, but that I should try it on to be sure it is a good fit. Still blushing furiously, I am just able to stammer my thanks as I go into the dressing room.
My heart is pounding as I close the door, but my cock remains rock hard with excitement and I feel so incredibly horny at the thought that this hunk knows that I am slipping into this ultra sexy dress! Is it possible that he is gay, or bi and is attracted to me? The thought is too exciting to imagine as I slip out of my tight leather pants and my shirt. My panties are wet from pre-cum from my throbbing cock as I stand there dressed only in my sexy panties, bra, garter belt and sheer stockings. Since I do have my bag with me, I decide to quickly slip in my silicone “boobs” which fill out my sexy silk bra and make me feel even more feminine!
Almost panting with excitement, I then step into the cool sexy confines of the leather minidress and slide it up my lingerie-clad body and over my now jutting boobs. Then, slipping my arms through the short sleeves, I reach behind me to try to find the zipper, but find I am unable to reach it. As I am fumbling to try to reach the zipper, I suddenly hear my hunky salesman say through the door, “you’re going to need help with that zipper,” and to my complete shock he opens the door!
I stand frozen there as my face again flushes deep red. He wears a knowing smile as his eyes take in the site of my boobs jutting against the tight leather of the sexy dress and slide down to the clear outline of my throbbing cock, which is pressing against the tight leather of the dress like a tent, and thereby raising the hem of the front of the dress to reveal the garter tabs attached to my sexy sheer stockings! “Well, it looks as if you’re going to be able to fill out all the curves of this dress” he says softly with a smile. “Let me zip you up!”
I turn away from him as he approaches and my blushing face is hidden for a welcome moment of relief. He approaches from behind and as he slowly zips up my dress, I feel the pressure of his hard muscular leather clad…what is it?… pressing against my own tightly leather clad buns! In response I reflexively squirm my buns and press back against him for just a moment, but he doesn’t pull away, and I imagine that it is the bulge of a hard cock that I feel! He seems to take an extra long time slowly zipping up the dress.
“Let’s see how it fits you,” he says, turning me around, his strong hands on my shoulders. He then steps back to look at me. My face is blushing furiously as I stand before him. The ultra sexy dress fits me as if molded to my body. My jutting boobs with their hard press tightly against the smooth leather. The problem is, my cock is if possible, even harder than before, and this hunky salesman’s gaze seems fixed on it jutting forth and clearly outlined against the tight front of my dress!
I stammer with nervousness, as I explain to him that I am going to a Halloween costume party and that’s why I’m dressed as I am.
He nods as if he believes me, but I can tell from the sly smile on his face that he doesn’t. I find myself squirming again under his gaze, which seems to keep returning to my throbbing cock, which continues to jut against the front of this ultra sexy leather dress.
“Well, you will probably be the sexiest girl at the party if you wear that dress. Now all you need is a matching pair of pink thigh high boots. If you go to the Booterie, they have some that would match that outfit perfectly.”
I thank him and tell him I’ll take his suggestion. He then offers to help me unzip the dress again and I turn around again, facing the mirror, hiding my blushing face with relief. But I panic again as I wonder what he is going to think of me when he sees what I am wearing under my dress! I see him step up behind me, and a shiver runs through me at his closeness. For a moment it sounds as if he is adjusting clothing, but he hasn’t touched mine. Suddenly, his strong hands grip my leather-clad hips, and he smoothly slides my dress upwards, revealing my shiny tight panty covered buns! I reach out and lean against the mirror for support, but am otherwise paralyzed with shock. A second later, I squirm in excitement as I feel him pressing against my buns from behind, and then I let out a load moan of pleasure, “Oooohhhhh!,” as I realize that it is an enormous bare cock which is sliding between the panty covered cleft of my buns and between my thighs! I am overwhelmed by the sensation, that all I can do at first is arch backwards against him and squirm, gripping his throbbing warm cock between my bare thighs as I continually gasp and moan in excitement! What a turn on! In all my fantasies of being with a man, I never could have imagined having a sexy hunk like this slide his bared cock unannounced between my legs!
“I guess these sounds you’re making mean you like it,” this stranger, whose cock I now have gripped between my thighs whispers into my ear, before taking my ear lobe into his warm mouth, and then swirling his tongue into my sensitive ear, causing me goose bumps and shivers of pleasure.
“Aaaaahhhhh, yes, I love it,” I gasp. Looking down, I see that the huge head of his cock is now jutting forth from between my own legs. Reaching down, I grip my hand tightly around it, and begin fondling the shiny wet cockhead, which is oozing pre-cum. It’s so huge, and hard! I love the feel of it in my hand.
We’re both moaning in pleasure now, when all of a sudden, he pulls back away from me, his cock slides from my hand and slips slowly and wetly from between my thighs, and he removes his hot tongue from my ear.
I’m terribly dazed with lust, as he grips me by the shoulders and steps back facing me. His cock, which must be all of 9″ is jutting forth and he strokes it slowly as he stares at me, his eyes moving up and down from my flushed face, along my body to the big bulge in the front of my dress He has a smile on his handsome face. “Dressing up like a sexy girl obviously turns you on. What other ways do you like acting like a girl?,” he asks me.
I am so turned on and horny, I barely feel able to respond. I just want to get back into his arms, and this time I want his sweet tongue in my mouth, and then that beautiful cock… I’m saved though from having to answer, as someone suddenly knocks on the door, and a voice calls in, “John, I need your help at the register. Are you almost done?”
“John” as I now know his name to be, responds that he is just finishing my fitting, and that he’ll be out in a moment. He steps forward and again gripping me at the waist, this time from the front, he leans forward and presses his beautiful full lips against mine, giving me just a taste of his warm tongue, before pulling his face back, and whispering, “I’m sorry. I have to go. I’ll be off work at 6pm. Will you meet me, and will you come dressed like this?”
I tell him that I will. He introduces himself as John, and he asks me what name I’d like him to call me. It’s funny, the way that he phrases it. I respond that he can call me “Jennifer”. I’m so incredibly aroused, knowing that this beautiful hunk wants me. I don’t know how I’ll be able to wait until this evening. I lust for more of this gorgeous man, but he is already slipping his cock into what looks like a black leather thong, and zipping up his pants. He then quickly steps behind me, unzips my dress and helps me to step from it. I stand before him now just in my shiny pink silk panties, bra, garter belt and stockings. The front of my panties are wet with pre-cum and my cock is still straining against them. John tells me that he would like nothing more than to stay with me, but he has to go. He tells me that he’ll ring me up at the register, and that he can’t wait for tonight, but then slips from the dressing room.
To be continued…

In the light of the moon, the man man-beast stood at the edge of the wood and watched Cindy. Her full figured, long red hair and seductive green eyes memorized the man-beast. He crept closer to the window, looked around cautiously. She seemed to be alone this time, no sign of her human male anywhere.
Cindy sighed heavily then slipped off her shoes and hung up her coat. She was alone again. Her so-called husband was gone for the second night in a row. He made the excuse he was working, but she knew better, as she had seen him with another woman walking into a local pub. She battled with her feeling wondering whether to let him stay or force him to leave a divorce him. She desperately needed a man she could count on.
Cindy, walked to the bedroom took off her skirt and blouse and stood in front of the mirror admiring her body. Her broad hips, full breast and long flowing hair in her opinion made her sexier. Unlike those skinny bitches, she had something to hold on to and curves just they was most men like them. She turned and pranced in her red sheer bra and lacy underwear, which was her favorite color. She chose that color because it seems to arouse men more.
As the man-beast watched, he knew her routine very well. She would come home from work, and take a long hot bath often masturbating while in the tub. Other times she masturbated, and then took a bath. The last time the man-beast watched her it was late and she was standing on the back deck, naked, fucking her cunt, sucking her nipples and talking dirty.
Oh, how he loved that, he had even sneaked onto the porch and fucked her like a real man fucks a woman, hard and deep unleashing the beast within. Then the he slithered off into the shadows before she could really see who he was. He thought the sight of his grotesque body would frighten Cindy.
He continued watching her undress, “Oh fuck,” he whispered as her big breasts, hardened nipples and well-trimmed pussy came into view. He closed his eye and envisioned himself kneeling between those beautiful thighs his warm tongue lapping every inch of her pussy, exploring its inner folds. Tantalizing her clit, until she was just about to cum, and then sliding his hard dick inside her making Cindy his bitch. His cock throbbed slipping out of its furry sheath. He told himself, be patient, the time is not right yet.
The man-beast then slipped slowly onto the back porch being careful not to make a sound as he crept toward the door. He then checked the backdoor it was unlocked. He slowly slipped inside the house while holding his breath. He paused making sure Cindy did not hear him. Then he carefully walked toward the light at the end of the hall, which he knew was her bedroom.
The floorboard creaked and he froze, surely, she had heard him. After waiting what seemed like an eternity, he noticed that Cindy did not look out the bedroom door. The man-beast felt safe enough to continue walking toward her room. The door was open about half way and in the light of the room.
The man-beast could see Cindy was still standing in front of the mirror. A delicate tattoo of a butterfly was on Cindy’s right breast. As his eyes went downward, he saw a rose tattoo just above her naval.
The man-beast then gasped as she spreading her legs examining glistening pussy. Cindy was frolicsome when she masturbated, giving him a private show of his own. If only she knew, how much he wanted her. The though of fucking Cindy repeatedly cause his dick to harden more.
The man-beast watched Cindy climbed on the bed and lay down spread eagle. She begin rolling and pinching her swollen nipples between her thumb and forefinger. Then bringing one nipple to her mouth she flicked it with her tongue, and then took it between her lips, moaned softly. He stroked his dick as he observed her other hand slid between the fold of her pussy and rubbed her clit.
The man-beast then told himself, “That’s it my sweet bitch, get that cunt nice and wet for me so I can fuck you with my big hard dick.”
Cindy inserted two fingers inside her wanting pussy and began finger fucking herself. Her fucking rhythm increased as her other finger rubbed her clit harder and faster. Cindy closed her eyes and screamed, “Oh man-beast fuck me hard, yesssss, deeper, make me your bitch!” Her climax hit her like a fast moving freight train exploding all over her fingers. She then put her fingers in her mouth, licking her sweet nectar from them.
The man-beast then told himself it was time. He walked over to the bed and stood there for a moment admiring her beauty. He climbed onto the bed pouncing on her like unsuspecting prey. Her nipples were standing out like hard bullets and her pussy slick and ready for fucking.
The man-beast covered her mouth and growled, “Don’t scream, Cindy! My precious, I am not here to hurt you. I want to fuck you and make you my bitch.”
Cindy shock with fear as her emerald-green eyes flew open in horror. She tried to scream but could not force the words out his. She tired to fight, but he held her firmly to the bed. She just laid there for a moment at the mercy of the man-beast.
Cindy then she felt the man-beast’s finger slide inside her vagina slowly fucking her in and out, deep and hard. At first, she did not know what to do, then slowly she began to feel aroused, more then she ever did before. She forced herself to look into his eyes. Their blue piercing color seemed to calm her troubled spirit and she did not fight him anymore.
She begins to move her hips in rhythm of his finger. She then looked into his eyes once more and said, “Fuck me, man-beast make me your bitch.”
The man-beast withdrew his finger and replaced it with his large dick. The massive size of his dick inched its way inside her pussy and she felt like he might rip her apart. The man-beast was surprisingly gentle pushing his dick in a couple of inches at a time, waiting for her to adjust. Once his cock was all the way inside Cindy he kissed her hard. He then begin fucking her harder and deeper with each thrust, pulling his dick all the way out then ramming it all the way in repeatedly.
Cindy wrapped her legs around the man-beast pulling his as deep as his dick could go inside her. She met his rhythm feeling his dick pulsating hard again the walls of her pussy. She started shaking knowing she would climax again.
A low moan started deep within the man-beast’s throat as the speed of his cock inside her increased. He then pushed his cock all the way inside her and held it against her cervix as pulsing jets of hot sperm spewed deep inside her. When the beast’s cock hit her cervix, she screamed climaxing all over the cock impaled in her.
They lay there for a moment as his cock slid from her pussy. The man-beast then said, “You are my bitch now. Let me see that pussy of yours.”
Cindy watched as the man-beast moved between her legs. She was awed as his gentleness when he parted her swollen lips and brought his mouth to her pussy a sniffed. She quivered as he ran his tongue the length of her pussy lips and inside her vagina. He tongue fucked her hole and rubbed her clit devouring her pussy tasting their mixed juices.
The man-beast loved the taste of Cindy’s pussy and it was always his duty to clean his bitch after fucking her. When he finished with her pussy, he moved up to her mouth and rubbed his juices all over her lips.
Cindy loved licking and cleaning a man’s dick when he was done fucking her. Doing this made her reassure the man-beast that she was his bitch now. She opened her mouth and begins licking and sucking his soft member. All her oral attentions made his dick become hard once more.
The man-beast threw his head back and howled, “You are mine now! I want to fuck you again.”
Cindy then accepted the man-beast and said, “Take me, I am yours.”
The man-beast moved between her legs and slid his dick inside her hot pussy again. Making love to her and unleashing all the passion within him. He put each of her legs atop his shoulder and shoved his dick deep inside her once more. He fucked her deep as his free hand rubbed her swollen clit again.
He gasped when Cindy leaned down and sucked in her right nipple. The man-beast then leaned forward and sucked in the other nipple. Sucking it hard and then biting it as he shoved his dick deep inside her filling her once again with his semen.
Cindy bit her other nipple hard and shock from head to toe with another earth-shattering climax. Then she kissed him deep and hard and she let go of all the passion within her. In her mind, she knew she had found what she has been searching for all her life. She would be his bitch until she drew in her last breath.
They lay there for a long moment resting in each other’s arms. They listened to the beating of their hearts slowing down and beating in rhythm in unison as one. Silently, he leaned down and kissed her once more.
Then the man-beast said, “Oh my precious bitch, you excite me beyond words! Let me take you home with me and make you mine forever!”
Cindy looked into his loving eyes and said, “When do we leave my loving master? I am yours forever now.”

The RA’s jokingly call the bathrooms in my residence hall “gender blind”. In this case, I supposed that fits, because I never did see the girl. But in most cases, it just means that all the bathrooms are coed; don’t ask, don’t look, in other words. There are only 30 people in the whole hall making it more of a house, really, and 25 of them are girls. Yeah, a little lopsided, but who’s going to complain, huh? The guys? I’m the only male on my floor out of 15!
So, you can imagine my surprise when I was taking a sheezy one day, reading the graffiti that had accumulated over the years, when I came upon a passage of the type usually only written by men:
3 AM 3/25 $20
Blowjob + Anal
That last part raised my eyebrows a notch. I’m an ass man, and proud of it. I’ve poked my fair share of posterior, let me tell you. It’s actually how I choose my girlfriends. I checked my watch: 9 PM, 3/24. Hmm. Intriguing, and a little sketchy. But I decided to bite.
I bided my time in my room, studying and actually managing to finish a paper despite the fact that my thoughts were on the mystery ass I was slated to get that night. I went to the bathroom at 2:58 AM, so I would get in before the person got there. If anyone was going to come at all, anyway. So I sat there on the toilet seat, twiddling my thumbs. 3:03 AM passed, and I started kicking myself for getting my hopes up, when the door quietly opened and light feet padded into the stall next to mine. I could see the polished toenails and distinctly feminine shaved ankles and feet, so that assuaged one fear of mine. I heard her sit down on the toilet seat and wait a moment. My heart beat like a drum. Was this the girl? Or just some late-night studier taking a pee?
My questions were answered a half second later. There was a hole about as big around as a small soup can, where a toilet paper dispenser used to be (it had since been ripped off by an unruly past resident). Through it, a thumb and two fingers appeared. They rubbed together in the universal sign for “pay up, foo”, and opened to accept. I stuffed four 5-spots into the hand, all of which I had discreetly marked. Maybe I could identify the mystery girl at a later date! I heard the rustling of paper in the stall next door, and a small notebook hit the floor between the stalls. The front page said, “Put it through the hole, stud, and hang on”. I was flattered. She called me stud. And a fitting name, too. At 8 inches and as big around as a baby’s arm, some girls did say it was like being fucked by a horse.
I unzipped, letting my manhood spring free. I was already hard as a rock in anticipation. I slipped “Kong” through the hole, and smiled at the sudden gasp from the stall next door.
“Jesus…” the voice muttered in a low whisper. I felt a palm on my tip, pushing me back. Puzzled, I withdrew. The fingers came back. More money?! I rolled my eyes. I pulled out my wallet and stuffed a 10 into the hand. I guess that was enough, because her foot tapped on the notepad, and I put my cock through again. Small, warm fingers wrapped around my shaft and slowly stroked me up and down. That was more like it! Lips…a warm, wet kiss on my tip, making me shudder…a long, slow lick from my balls to my head…then, suddenly, the head of my penis was enveloped by a warm, wet, experienced mouth. I gasp sharply.
“W-wow…” I stammered. A muffled giggle came from the opposite stall. Only 2 seconds in, and already the best blowjob of my life. This was shaping up to be a very good experience indeed. I took hold of the top of the stall divider as I hung on for dear life. I swear at some point she was swapped out for a Hoover. My eyes rolled back in my head as quiet slurping noises emanated from next door, her hand following her lips closely so that it got a little lubrication for her expertly-executed, lightly-twisting hand movements. Her tongue swirled around my tip, and though she could only take in about 3 inches at one time, that was plenty. Her tongue was small and agile, sliding and darting around every nerve, concentrating on the sensitive little ridge of my tip like only an experienced girl knows how to do.
“Awwwwgaaawwwddd…” I groaned. My hips began to move involuntarily with the bobs of her head, and my mouth hung open in rapture. The slurping sounds became louder as more saliva was added to the mix. This was too good. I was going to come soon!
As if hearing my thoughts, she slowed and stopped, reluctantly releasing my throbbing shaft and sitting back on the toilet. A hand quickly pulled back the notepad and I heard some scribbling. It came back down with, “You’ve got a minute to settle down while I lube up…” and a winking smiley face. I got goose bumps. I only wished I could see the booty I was about to plumb. I fought the urge to peek through the hole; that would have ruined the whole thing. I heard her unzip what must have been a purse, and the opening of a tube or jar of some sort. Probably Vaseline; doesn’t work with condoms, and the experts say don’t use it, but it just can’t be beat for rump-ridin’. I watched the floor of the other stall. A pair of flannel sleep pants hit the floor, closely followed by a pair of panties. She stepped out of them and hung them on the door (I’m guessing). I listened to her rustle as she got ready and pondered the case of blue balls I was going to be enduring if she left me hanging.
The notebook was snatched away again, and returned a couple seconds later with, “Please go slow and be gentle! I’m delicate” written on it. I stuck my fist under the divider and gave her the thumbs up. She giggled. I watched her bare feet turn around on the tile floor until her heels were facing me. She spread her feet until she was at the right height, and I was treated to a view of the world’s most perfect pucker. It was tiny and pink, like it had been washed with Clorox, and I could see half of a wet, thick-lipped shaved pussy to go with it. I swallowed hard. Her tiny little rosebud glistened with lube, half-hidden by slightly-tanned buns. This was going to be sweeter than sweet.
I took myself in hand and placed my tip on her pucker, listening to her tiny gasp with pride. That was a common reaction. Unable to hold on to her hips to guide myself inside her, I had to depend on her to keep still and make adjustments when needed; a girl’s rectum isn’t exactly a straight line sometimes.
As delicate as she claimed to be,