Tanning Salon With Perks

exhibitionism, masturbation, older younger

We live in a college town in Missouri. My husband and I own two small tanning bed salons on each end of the University campus here. We have a pretty steady client business, but it definitely picks up a lot before spring break as everyone tries to get that base tan before they head down to the beaches.

As a whole, it is a pretty easy career. We sign people up for packages and then they come in, scan their card and head on back to the bed. All I really do is collect the money and then I have to disinfect the bed after someone lies and sweats in it. What I have learned though is just how horny college guys are. They can’t even go 13 minutes without jacking off. I know, because I empty the garbage cans. They usually clean up the bed pretty good, but the tell tale sign is the wadded up paper towels in the garbage that sometimes have the look of cum on them.

So about me, I am 43 years old and in pretty good shape. I am 5’4 and weigh 128 lbs. I have a pretty face, great tan, and a nice C cup on top. Scott, my husband, is a good lover and we have regular sex and I have never really felt an urge to be with another man.

Now when the peak season starts just before spring break, we keep one store open 24 hours. Scott and I take turns working the midnight shift every other night. I do a lot of reading and we have cable in there so it’s not too bad…especially when I see the numbers at the end of the month.

Working at the tanning salon, I see every shape, good bad, ugly and good looking. One young man who I always remembered was Carl. He is 19 years old and he plays football for the school team. Even though he is a great looking kid, it’s his personality that is his strongest characteristic. He always asks how my day is going and has a warm smile every time he comes in. On the looks side, he has it all. He is about 6’2 with sandy blond hair and has a very fit body that I have seen get bigger from the football workouts in the year that he has been coming to our store.

Our store has 48 beds and all the rooms are small and private. Customers come in, head to their bed, apply tan accelerator lotion, and then hit the bed for 13 minutes.

One day, Carl came in a week before spring break and he had a cast from his elbow to his wrist. He told me that he had broken his wrist playing pick up basketball and that he now wasn’t going to go to spring break, because it would be too much of a pain between the beach, the pool, and the sand. He was upset, but I guess those are the breaks.

A few days went by, and then spring break officially started and the hustle and bustle of our college town had deteriorated to a ghost town. When 35,000 students get a break, they take off. Since the rush was over, we scaled back to our regular hours where we close at 11pm.

It was 11:05 and I was cleaning up getting ready to leave when Carl showed up. “Sorry hon, but we closed at 11. We went back to regular hours.”

“Any way that I can get in for a quickee? I didn’t know and I need a pick me up. Please!! I’ll be quick and the bed will be spotless.”

“Yeah sure, come on in.”

As I was walking Carl back to his bed, he asked me if I knew of a way to get the lotion on his back, because he could only cover half his back with his good hand because of his cast. I didn’t know of a solution, but said, “Well, why don’t you have someone oil you up before you come in for now on. I guess I can do your back this time…off with the shirt.”

Carl, pulled his T shirt off and revealed a beautifully sculpted body. He had a great tan and very defined pecs with a nice stomach. This boy was definitely eating well and not missing his workouts.

I poured some lotion in my hand and started to run it into his back. His back was so hard. It was all muscle. I rubbed in a good layer, excused myself and let him do his thing.

As I got back to my cleaning, I kept thinking about that young studs hard body. Scott has a decent body, but it is much softer. I couldn’t wait to get home to it as I was feeling very horny all of a sudden.

Two nights later at around 10:30, in came Carl. I was actually happy to see him as I hadn’t had a customer in over an hour.

“How ya doing Sally?” He said with a smile. “I am great and you? ….are you doing ok with all your friends on break?”

“Yeah, I’m getting by. I have been renting a bunch of movies, but getting two papers out of the way as well. The one thing is though, that I don’t have anyone to put lotion on my back. Any chance you could hook me up again?”

Now, putting lotion on people wasn’t part of my job description but Carl was nice and I felt bad for him so I said,” Head back to room #17 and I ‘ll meet you back there.”

When I got back to 17, Carl was standing there in a pair of blue boxer shorts struggling to put lotion on his left leg. My god, he did look good. Every part of him was so muscular. He finished up his leg and I picked up the bottle. I started in on his back and tonight I took a little longer. I was actually enjoying rubbing my hands on him. His skin was smooth and warm.

I could feel my pussy getting warm as well….I blushed as I realized it. I finished up his back and let him do his thing.

Once again, I was thinking about that boys body as I cleaned up the shop. God, I was so horny! It actually crossed my mind to go back in the office and stick my hand down my pants, but I knew I would be home soon enough and Scott could do it for me.

Two nights later, in walked Carl. Late at night again when he knew noone would be around.

“Can you lube me again?”

“Meet you in #31,” I said.

When I walked in, I stopped in my tracks. Carl was standing in a pair of white briefs with his back to me. He was rubbing oil on his chest and didn’t know I was there. I stared at his perfect ass for about 10 seconds before I announced my presence. He turned around to greet me,” You don’t care about the undies do you? It’s pretty much a speedo.”

“Come on, that’s bigger than a speedo,” I laughed. I looked down at his waist and could see the outline of the head of his cock through his shorts. It looked really big. I looked up and he was looking at me. His eyes darted away quickly as did mine and I poured some lotion in my palm. As I rubbed his back, my eyes were on his butt. It stuck out and looked so firm. The way it curved under those briefs was something I had never seen.

I finished his back, and said,” Want me to do the legs? Looks like you struggle a bit with those.”

That would be great,” he said as he widened his stance a bit. I knelt down and started on his calves. I started to move my hands higher until I was massaging his hamstrings right up to the bottom of his cheeks. I did both legs and asked him to turn around.

I was keeping my eyes low and I did his feet and shins. When I finally looked up, I was shocked! His cock was coming to life and pushing towards the ground. His big head was twice the size and sticking out a little. Anything I did here, ventured into new ground. I averted my eyes and started on his knees and thighs.

Carl was talking about the weather and business and whatever else insignificant he could think of, but all I could think of was this growing dick in his underwear. I slid my hands higher up coming inches from his dick head. I was going slow because I liked it, but also because I didn’t want to touch it by accident.

I couldn’t believe how big his dick looked from my vantage point. Scott had a bigger dick than any other I had ever had and his was about 7 inches….but his paled in comparison to this one. I really wanted to see it.

I finished on his legs and said, ”Did you do your arms yet? I might as well, since I am already greased up.” I stood up and he looked down at me as I ran my hands over his muscular arms. I know I was blushing and he was obviously nervous as well. I looked down and his cock was obviously stuck in the downward position and it was actually pulling his briefs down and out a little bit.

“I’m sorry about that,” he nervously chuckled as he nodded down to his cock. “Carl, I am old lady, I have seen those before, don’t worry. Are you uncomfortable? It looks like you may be heading in the wrong direction,” I laughed.

“That is probably the best direction for us…..it may not work out if it went another direction.” I know was oblivious to anything but this horsecock I was looking down at. His arms were all oiled up, but I still was rubbing them. I didn’t want it to be over. I loved my husband more than anything, but this was lust.

“Do you ever go naked in the bed Carl?”

“Yeah, sometimes….no white lines on this body!” With that, I reached out to his waist band and lightly grasped it. I pulled it out about an inch to inspect his tan lines and he was right.

“You are right, no tan lines here.” I could see the beginnings of his pubes as I held the waist band out. Without putting it back, I looked up at him, “Do you want me to put lotion down here to?”

Carl got a huge smile on his face and said,” Yes please.”

I grabbed the waist band on both sides of his hips and slid his underwear down slowly. Even his pubes were beautiful. Now I could see the base of his cock and wow, was it thick. It was my own personal tease show and I was in charge. I slid the underwear straight down and saw another inch every time I moved. Finally, as I could see the beginning of his head, I reached out with my left hand and took hold of his shaft and pulled the underwear down to his ankles.

I couldn’t believe how thick and long and hard his dick was. It was looking right at me. I just stared at it. “OK, turn around,” I said as I released his wand. He turned and his cock bobbed in the air with each side step he took.

I was staring at the most beautiful hairless ass, I had ever seen. I reached out and cupped his firm cheeks. This was almost as good as his cock. I rubbed and kneaded his ass checks to my, as well I’m sure, to his delight. After I spent about 3 minutes on his butt, he turned around again.

I was staring at what had to be nine inches of thick hard cock on a rock hard body. Every once in a while, his cock would twitch, awaiting my touch. I sat in the chair next to the bed and he walked over to me. I reached out and started to put lotion around his pubes just staring at his cock. The veins were pushing against the skin. Finally, I cupped his big full balls with my left hand and reached out with my right and grabbed his shaft. I couldn’t believe the weight of his cock. There was so much. I got some more lotion and started to work it into his dick. I pumped slowly than faster than slow again.

Carl was breathing heavy and smiling, but he didn’t say much. “I can’t believe how big it is Carl. This is fucking huge. Does it feel good to you?”

“Yeah I can’t believe it…oooohh…yeahh…don’t stop.”

I pumped and pumped and now I wanted to see if I could get it in my mouth. I didn’t care about the lotion. I leaned forward as my hand kept stroking and I put the head in my mouth. I ran my tongue over the head as I slid my hand up and down. Carl started making some noises and I knew he was getting close. I went faster and faster until he started to twitch and I tasted some pre cum. I wanted to see this explosion, so I pulled back and pumped hard.

Suddenly, his dick started streaming cum. It hit me in the face, the hair, my shirt, everywhere. I was covered. I kept pumping and he kept cumming for about a minute. When he was done, I put his whole limp dick in my mouth and licked him clean. It wasn’t the best taste with cum and lotion, but I didn’t care.

When he was finally done, I still stared at his big full limp dick.

He jumped in the bed and did his thing and that was that….for that day.

Carl has been serviced by me probably 20 times now…always just a jerk and suck. I don’t think I’ll fuck him…..this is good enough for me.

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Roberts Wife

cum filled pussy, slut wife

I must thank Robert sometime for his sick and twisted thoughts. You see, my buddy Robert invited me over to his house one night for some sports and beers. One monday night we were obviously tipsy and began divulging our sexual fantasies to each other. We were both married to women whom were sexually dirty in the privacy of the bedroom, but that was where it stopped. Of course, In my mind, I often visualized getting his wife alone and ravaging her cunt so hard. I felt that it was my duty to give her something that she was never to have again, having been married for a while now. But neither he nor her would ever swing that way. So we would tell each other of what nasty things we did with our wives to sort of, get off in a different way. Last week I had told him about how I talked my wife into some costumed roll playing. I had a toga from my college days and she had a Cleopatra outfit to match. We made a pillow stacked harem in our den where we had wine, grapes and some explicit encounters. Robert loved that idea.

He said, “damn you are a lucky guy. Your wife has a shape that would look great in something tight like that.”

I told him “Rob, you have to try the costume thing. The women get so into it. I bet your wife would really dig acting out fantasies.” He told me that they don’t really have any costumes around. He did say however, that his wife had plenty of fancy dresses.

He said too much.

I immediatly ran through what seemed to be dozens of notions in my mind. Different possibilities. And genius struck.

“I have an idea that you might find fun. It’s easy and probably pretty romantic.”

“Really,” he responded. “I am all ears.”

I asked if she had any fancy black dresses. Something that complimented her body. Preferably a v-neck. He told me that one of her friends had just bought her that exact dress. Black, long, elegant, with a deep v-neck that accentuated her bust. Oh my thoughts began racing and my blood got hot. I imagined her in it with her 36B tits creating a lustful cleavage that you’d want to bury your face in and suck away. I said “perfect. And you do still have that black trench coat with a matching black shirt and slacks.”

He responded a “yes, sure. What are you getting at”

“Well”, I said. “I have a phantom mask from Phantom of the Opera. With that and maybe a red rose, the two of you could go see the show which happens to be playing in town for the rest of the week. Have a nice dinner and drinks before, see the show, and return home where you break out the mask and the wine and champagne that you had chilling in the bar, and the two of you passionately make love all night long. She will love it. Im telling you.” He must have dug the idea because I saw his dick rise to a pup tent in his pants. It must have hurt. I know, Ive seen Robert take a piss before when we used urinals next to each other once. We are built roughly the same and coincidentally have the same size cocks, which is the keystone behind my plan which was playing itself out to the tee. I told Robert I’d bring him the mask sometime this week and he’d be set.

Friday night rolled around as it always does. Robert gave me a call before they left to thank me for the idea, the mask, and just for being there. I told him, “forget about it. Twas my pleasure”, as I smirked at myself. “By the way, what time do you plan to get home so I can tell my wife not to call yours and bother you guys.”

“Oh, well be back about 11:30 or so.”

“Ok, you guys have fun and tell me all about it tomorrow.” All was set.

I knew Roberts love for the drink and figured they both would be coming home pretty sloshed. I slipped into Roberts house using the back door with the key he “entrusted” me with as good friends do. I had with me my black shirt with slacks and my black trench coat which funny enough looks exactly like Roberts, due to the fact that they were our wives Christmas gifts to us. I went to Roberts drink cabinet where he had the wine and champagne ready to go. I knew he would have his favorite label for himself, as he only drinks Merlot, and the champagne for his wife. I grabbed his bottle and replaced it with the one I brought which had just enough roach pills to knock him our for hours. My trap having been laid, I made for his guest closet to hunker down and wait.

I had only been there for about 25 minutes or so when the two of them returned home. It must have taken another five minutes for him to find his keys and open the door which indicated to me that he must have been tanked already. This was disheartening as he may not require any more drink and all would be ruined. I cursed myself for not having thought of that. I was pleased though, to hear the next sound be that of a bottle popping which must have been the champagne. “Come on,” I told myself. “One more bottle”. I heard the ‘shrup’ of a corkscrew popping out the cork to the merlot which I hopped Robert would be drunk enough to not notice the diligent efforts I went though to pop back in after dropping the pills. And I guess he didn’t because all I heard was his wife say “OO Robert. I like your mask.”

He performed to her in a slobbering dialect some lines from the play and some from himself in character. “I want you tonight Kristine. Taste of this drink” as he certainly was giving her her champagne. From the sound though, he was chugging right from the bottle. “I an not ttthat brop…prober…proper” she said in an inebriated haze. She too began to chug from her bottle and soon enough Robert konked out right there on the couch.

“Yourrree kdding me.” She whimpered. ” No Robbie, ake up.” And to no avail but right as I planned, she gave up and let him be. Extremely disappointed she began her long walk to the bedroom to change her clothes and bring him back a blanket.

Ready…..set…..go!

I popped out from the doorway to the guest bedroom and caught her by surprise. Her shock was dulled though, by the booze. It was quite dark in the hallway and that coupled with the drink and the fact that me and Robert weren’t that different in looks made her say the next, “Oh…… hi baby. I thought…thought you passed out.” I risked that she might still be in the roll so I grabbed her by her shoulders and slowly turned her around and put my nose to her neck and softly inhaled. The breeze of that brushed her neck and she shivered. “Oh, are you still goin do take me to your lair”.

I grabbed the blanked from her arms and threw it aside and scooped her up in my arms. It gave me quite a feeling to know how she felt in Robert’s arms when he would do this. She had to be about 5’6″ and 135lbs, two inches shorter and 15lbs less than my wife and I relished the difference as she flung her head back in a dizzying act. We slipped sideways into their bedroom and I slowly approached the bed. I scooped her down perpendicular to the bed and took her all in. Her ample breasts heaved and gave a cleavage just as I had imagined. The light in the room was dim but I made out her beautiful face surrounded by her short brown hair and her eyes stayed mostly closed. I was sure the alcohol kept the room spinning just fast enough to keep her mind off of any possibility of what was truly happening. I bend down and eagerly dug my face in that firm chest and began kissing and suckling her cleaveage. I grabbed behind her neck and felt for the clasp. In a swift unlock, the dress was ready to be removed. ” Oh, this is such romantic. I am soooo wet” I never knew how dirty of a talker she could be. It was always the quiet ones. “Are you gonna be not dalking..takling..talking. OOooo, you are soooscardy…scary. YOu stRandge maksed man…fuickkk me”. She didn’t have to ask twice. I pulled the neckline down and took in the sight of her breasts become naked to my eyes. Her nipples were sober enough to stand straight at attention and I made haste to make my lips wrap around them and licked each one with the proper amount of attention. While I sucked one my free hand groped the other. I was hurredly wanting more so I pulled the rest of the dress down and saw the most thrilling thing in a long time. A woman who goes commando. There was no gift to unwrap or pleasure to tease. She was stark naked and her mound was trimmed just right with the landing strip pattern. As I pulled the dress off from her ankes she laid there fully naked for me with only her black high heels on which I was pleasured to leave on. She brought up her feet on the bed and opened and closed her knees all the while covering her pussy with her two hands which sqeezed together her tits. I wanted to cry.

“Well….wat aare you wading for”. I couldn’t answer her so I just dove right in and stuck out my tongue which slid right in her cunt. I ate away at that smooth pussy for what seemed like hours and tasted Robert’s wifes juices. I felt her legs tremble as she flung her head back and opened her mouth silently and her whole body tensed as she shuttered an orgasm and came right in my mouth. Rivers of her cum flowed and I licked them all up. Of course I swallowed and loved it. The climax subsided and her eyes went wide. “Please fuck me…pleaze…plese..now”. I could wait no more.

I undid my pants and pulled them around my ankles. That was all I was about to take off in fear that she may notice I have somewhat more of a hairy chest than Robert. I pulled the condom out of my shirt pocked and proceeded to open it. She grabbed my hands and said “Honey, wee havndt neeeededd thossse for yeeers. Besides, I ewant your reaaeal cok in me now.” Shit!! Shit Shit Shit, I didn’t think of this either. Crap, a thousand what ifs ran through my head. Pregnancy, and I don’t know what else. I quickly thought to myself of the years me and my wife have been having sex and I always pull out and cum on her. She has never gotten pregnant. Fine. I can do that. I wanted this even more now that I knew that I won’t be wearing a condom. I threw it aside and got in position above her. Her naked skin was touching my lower chest and her legs wrapped around me. Her ankles and feet met at my ass and pulled me toward her. I grabbed my cock and placed in at the enterance to her body. The warmth of her cunt and the wetness met the tip of my peker which seemed to make it grow another inch. I steadied myself with my hands and let my weight slide my dick slowly into her. I went all the way in without the slightest hesitation of friction. She was so hot and wet. Her body went into tension again as she twinged at the insertion. I pulled back to the tip and slid right back in. I could have done this forever. Long had I wanted just what I was doing. I had seen them together. I had fantasized about doing this very thing. And finally, here it is. I began to fuck Robert’s wife. She now had had another cock in her for the first time since marriage.

I bagan the pounding soo familiar with the scene. I wanted to grunt and make my animal noises but was silenced by my fear. She did not hesitate though and rose her hips to meet each of my thrusts. I wanted this to go on but felt the build up my own climax coming. In and out her pussy walls squeezed my dick and was milking it for cum. I looked at her tits and sucked some more. I decided this would be the place for me to shoot my load. All over Robert’s wives 36B breasts. I pounded away and felt the time grown near. Right then she began to shudder and barely got out an inaudible “I’m cumming…I’m cumming” and I risked in the heat of climax my own “me too”. I knew she was too far gone to realize anything for what she did next would have only been if she believed it was him. She started screaming “IIII’MMM CUUMMING!!!!” and I began to pull out to unload on her and then she locked her ankles and pulled me hard back into her pussy where I came back to reality if only too late and began my unloading. I came five or six heavy and forceful times directly into her wet cunt, my cock head I could feel was rubbing her cervix. I tried to pull out but her own climax made her like a lock-tight that could not be undone. That coupled with my own instinct, I decided it was too late and shoved my dick into her for all it was worth, back to that cervix and my last shot or two was hard enough that she yelled ” I can feel you cumming in me. Cum in me honey. OOOhh yess, cum inside me!!!!

It was over. I collapsed on top of her my face, covered in sweat underneath the mask, smacked down on her chest. Her tits had no cum on them. Her head wend limp and to the side as she passed out. I lifted my head and lightly moved her head. Nothing. She was out out. My cock was still going through its aftershocks and I’m sure still dribbled a few drops of cum inside her. I waited for it to get soft some so I lovingly licked on her tits some more while my dick got back to flaccid and pulled itself out. I pulled back to stand up and looked at the damage I had done. Her legs lay apart like a bomb went off down there. My sperm began to seep from her wedding hole. In a sick moment I bent down and stuck my finger inside her to scoop out some cum. I pulled it out and moved up to her head. I put my finger in her mouth and rubbed the cum on the back of her tongue so that I could tell my self the next time I saw her “My cum has been in her mouth and her pussy.” Man, I am twisted.

I gathered myself and did my belt. I never wanted this to get out so I grabbed Robert off the couch and dragged him back to the bedroom. I threw him on the bed, undid his pants and pulled them down around his ankles. Luckily he looks like me, I told myself. I hope she doesn’t get knocked up. Damn. With my mouth dry and cotton mouthed I headed for the back door and left them to their dreams.

Over the next couple of weeks Robert bragged about that night when we would talk on our sports nights. He said of how he ravaged her so hard that they both passed out and barely remembered a thing. He also told me in confidence of how he came inside her, which she hardly ever lets him do, and luckily moment of passion faded away as she got her period five days ago. I let out a whew! He turned to me and said “you can say that again”. I almost made myself a dad. Dodged that bullet huh?

I responded with “Yeah. YOU sure dodged that bullet!” To this day that secret stays safe with me. I won’t brag about it to anyone except you.

Atlanta Heat

eating pussy, lesbians, seduction

I don’t know what led me to the bar that night. I was in Atlanta on business and I just wanted to unwind so after a long hot bath I wandered downstairs. I had changed from my skirt and blouse into a pair of shorts and a loose fitting sleeveless top. My bare firm legs were still untanned thanks to the long cold winters at home New England and my skin had a natural alabaster color throughout. My dark hair hung down to my shoulders still wet and contrasted my light blue eyes nicely. I sat at the bar and ordered a merlot from the pretty blonde twenty-something girl behind the bar. She brought over my wine and told asked me if I wanted any thing to eat. I told her that would be nice and she handed me a menu. The bar was still pretty empty since it was only 7:00pm so after she got a beer for an older man at the other end of the bar she wandered back to take my order. After she put the order into the kitchen she came back to talk. We made idle conversation discussing her job and that I was in town all week for a training seminar.

“I guess I will be seeing you down here a lot, my name is Jessica,” she stated with a smile.

“Hi Jessica I am Carol and you never know. I am usually not much of a drinker, but I hate being alone. After I talked to my husband and the kids I took a long hot bath and then came down here.” I noticed that her eyes wandered slowly over my body as I was speaking, but I didn’t really think anything of it.

Jessica told me that the bar may start filling up around eight but Mondays were usually a slow night. Since it was right at the airport, she said that a lot of the airlines put up their pilots and flight attendants there. “So there may be a few good looking men and women here later.” She said matter-of-factly, but there was something about the way she emphasized the word women. Maybe it was just my imagination.

Jessica went to get my food and as I ate she stayed with me and we continued our conversation. She told me she was a student at a local college and lived with her boyfriend in an apartment just around the corner. Her boyfriend was an athlete at a different school and he was in Arizona for a basketball game. I told her that I traveled down to Atlanta about three times a year since the corporate headquarters were located here, but this was the first time at that I had stayed at this hotel. She asked me if it was tough being away from my family and I told her it was but sometimes it was nice to get away and relax.

“How long have you been married?”

“It will be twelve years this fall.”

“Yea right, so like you were married when you were what sixteen.” She said with a glimmer in her pretty green eyes.

“I wish. Add ten years and you would be closer to the truth, but thanks.”

“No way, you look like you are thirty, tops. How many kids do you have?” She asked.

“Just one an eleven year old daughter.”

“Wow that’s great, I hope I have a body like you after I have kids.” She said as her eyes lingered on the cleavage peering through the neckline of my shirt.

I felt my nipples stiffen under her gaze and my cheeks turned a bright crimson. “Was this young girl flirting with me,” I wondered. I had never really thought about a woman in that way, but some harmless flirting couldn’t hurt. Besides there was no one I knew in this place so maybe it would be fun. “Well lets not get ahead of ourselves, you are still very young, and you have a fantastic body.” I replied to her. She was wearing a short black skirt and a white silk blouse. Through her blouse I could see a lacy bra and firm breasts that were much larger than my 36b. She was a few inches taller than me. Her 5’5″ frame had about 145 curvaceous pounds, with full round hips, shapely tan legs, and a narrow waist.

“Thanks,” she said as she lifted her arms and did a quick pirouet. “You like it huh.”

“Who wouldn’t, I bet you have to fight the guys off with a stick. The horny business men and pilots must be hitting on you constantly.”

“You have no idea, but I have a boyfriend so I don’t need anymore men in my life.” She said, then shyly added “but a pretty woman like you, well that is a different story,” as she reached across the bar and filled my wine glass finishing the bottle.

I was shocked by her brazen comment but decided to continue the game. “Are you trying to get me drunk Jessica?” I asked as a mischievous smile spread across my face.

“Would it help,” she said as her fingers lightly touched my hand.

“Well it wouldn’t hurt,” I replied as her touch sent shivers through my body. I wondered why I had said that. Here I was a married woman allowing herself to be seduced by another woman. I tried to rationalize that the wine must be effecting me but the truth was that I found this pretty bar tender alluring.

I thought back to the few times I had seen women in passionate embraces. The thought intrigued me. I remembered the first time I saw two women kissing in public. It was ten years earlier when we took a family vacation to Cape Cod. We had traveled to Province Town and as we were walking down the main street there were two women kissing. One of the women was short and stocky with short gray hair and the other was a pretty woman in who looked to be in her early thirties. At the time I was shocked but that night as I thought back on it I found it titillating. A smile spread across my face as I though back and Jessica noticed.

“What are you thinking about with that mischievous grin on your pretty face,” she asked.

“The truth, I was thinking about the first time I saw two women kissing,” I said, not quite believing I had said it.

“Oh really and what did you think when you saw that?”

“I thought it was disgusting, intriguing and a total turn on.”

“You mean you wouldn’t mind if I did this,” she said as she bent across the bar and kissed me lightly on the lips. I was slightly taken aback, but the kiss was soft, gentle and not at all unpleasant. My eyes closed and I returned the kiss.

“Mmmm, that was nice, ” I said truthfully. I felt my nipples swell and a familiar tingle down between my thighs. Jessica smiled and asked me if I really wanted to continue this. I nodded and told her I did, I had never been with a woman before, but at that moment I wanted to explore the intense feelings I was experiencing.

“Good I’m glad you feel that was, because I was attracted to you the moment I saw you,” she said sincerely.

I sat at the bar while Jessica called one of her coworkers and asked if she could work the bar that night. Thankfully the girl agreed and since she lived close by it was only a half hour before she showed up.

I took the elevator up to my floor and waited for Jessica as butterflies attacked my stomach. I began to get second thoughts but as I thought back to the sweet sensual kiss we shared only an hour before I knew I had to proceed. Jessica stepped off the elevator and kissed me again. This time she pulled me close and our bodies pressed deliciously together. I could feel the soft curve of her breasts against me. Jessica’s leg slipped between my thighs and pressed against my pussy. I could feel her lips part and her tongue slid sensually along my teeth before I opened my mouth and allowed her to enter. Our tongues entwined and danced while Jessica’s hands slid under the hem of my shirt and lightly touched my bare skin. I let out a soft moan at her electric touch as our passion increased. My hands began to tentatively explore the silky fabric covering her back as we kissed like two teenagers. I could the wetness begin to soak my panties. I finally peeled myself away from her luscious lips and led her to my room.

I opened the door and Jessica slid my shirt over my head before the door was even closed. She then quickly slid my shorts and panties off in one motion leaving me standing with just a white lace bra and a pair of Nike tennis shoes. She directed me over to the bed while she unfastened my bra. I nervously kicked off the tennis shoes and sat on the bed. “Now you,” I said.

She smiled and slowly pealed off her silk blouse and her big sexy bra releasing her enormous breasts. They were a full 38d, nicely shaped with large brown areola and thick nipple that were nearly an inch long. I gasped as she ran her fingers over them and pinched her own nipples before sliding her hands down her flat stomach. She slipped the skirt over her full round hips leaving her standing naked before me.

“You weren’t wearing panties, you naughty girl you,” I said as a big bright smile spread across my face.

“Never do, never know when you might want a beautiful woman to have easy access.”

“So this seduction was you plan when you left for work today huh.”

“Not planned, but certainly a pleasant surprise, now shut up and kiss me,” she said as she lowered her mouth to mine. Her naked body descended upon mine. Her warm flesh felt wonderful as her leg slipped between my thighs and our hips began to grind together. I moaned into her mouth as out lips locked in a torrid kiss. I could feel her leg grow slick as my juices coated her with a slippery coating. My hands began to explore her soft womanly flesh. My hands moved to her soft full breasts and I played with her long hard nipples causing her to moan and grind her hips hared against my swollen sex. Our tempo increased and soon my legs began to quiver as I felt my first orgasm approach. My breathing became quick and I broke our kiss. My mouth attached to the nape of her neck and I muffled a scream on her soft flesh.

Jessica slid down my body and began to kiss and lick my small round breasts. Her hands caressed my exposed ribs as she continued to worship my aching bosom. I had never felt so completely adored as I felt in this pretty young woman’s arms. She kissed her way down the gentle curve of my tummy stopping to slip her tongue inside my quivering navel. I whispered words of encouragement when the sweet young woman settled between my legs and blew lightly on my slick wet folds. I felt a surge of wetness before she lowered her mouth to my waiting sex. Her touch was perfection, just the right amount of pressure and suction bringing me quickly to the brink of orgasm. Her tongue slipped between my lips and began to rhythmically stroke my engorged clit. I shuddered with a second small tremor, but Jessica wasn’t done yet. Her tongue dove deep inside my soft wet folds and searched out every drop of my juices. Another wave began deep in my stomach and circled outward overtaking my entire body. She slid two fingers inside me and began to pump them furiously while her mouth moved up to play with my swollen clit. My hands held her head close running through her thick blonde curls. My body was overtaken by a powerful orgasm as I breathlessly yelled out my new lovers name.

Jessica slithered her way up my quivering body and kissed me deeply. I could taste my juices on her full pouty lips. I weakly kissed her but her kisses slowly revived me. With renewed passion I whispered to my beautiful young lover that I wanted to make her feel good.

“You already have,” she said sweetly.

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Black Cock School For Girls

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Carla Scott sat stiffly upright in one of the several straight back chairs that ringed the front of headmistress, Marion Elder’s large imposing desk. “Now let me make sure that I understand exactly what you’re saying, Mz. Elder,” Carla said sternly, “you’re guaranteeing that my daughter will receive daily instruction in large black erection etiquette?!?” “That is exactly what I’m saying,” the headmistress replied smoothly, “in fact we guarantee that your daughter will get at least two hard fuckings a day by black erections that are at least nine inches long!!!” “And oral sex?!?” Carla Scott asked. “Of course,” Marion Elder shot back, “that goes without saying.” “I just want to make sure that we understand each other,” Carla replied, “Meredith is my only daughter, and well, you understand that I only want what’s best for her!” “Of course I do, Mrs. Scott,” Carla replied gently, “we’ve been in the business of training young women in art of fucking huge black cocks for over seventy years.” “Of course your reputation is impeccable,” Marion answered quickly, “I just wanted to make sure for myself, that’s all.” “I wouldn’t have it any other way,” Carla Elder replied. “How about a demonstration of how we operate!?!”

Meredith squirmed nervously in her seat listening to the older women discussing her sex life as casually as you would order a hamburger, but much to her chagrin she heard her own mother reply, “I think that’s a wonderful idea, Mz. Elder, please proceed!” “Very good,” Carla replied while picking up the phone and asking Jamal to come into her inner office. A second or two later a very handsome young black man dressed in a snow white terry cloth robe casually entered the room. “You called for me, ma’am?” he asked softly. “Yes, Jamal,” Carla replied, “I’d like you to meet Marion Scott and her daughter, Meredith.” Jamal smiled broadly at the two women while offering, “It’s nice to meet you, ladies.” “As you can see our young men are extremely respectful of all women,” she went on easily, “and we further feel that although our young women will become incredibly addicted to these large black erections that it remains paramount that the young men don’t take advantage of the situation.” “My thoughts exactly,” Marion replied. “And how old is Jamal?” “Let me see,” Carla replied while picking up his file, “ahhhhhh here it is, he’s twenty years old, only two years older than Meredith.” “Now, let’s get down to brass tacks,” the headmistress said evenly, “all right, young man, please expose yourself to Meredith and her mother.” With a small smile still covering his face the young man slowly untied his cloth belt, and then with a flair for the dramatic let them wait for a moment before letting his robe fall open.” “M-my god!!!” Marion gasped. “H-he’s huge, I just can’t believe it’s real!!!”

While Meredith wasn’t by any means a virgin, her tummy did a quick flip flop as she stared wide eyed at the massive coal black penis that hung low from Jamal’s groin! “Does this meet with your satisfaction?” Carla asked rhetorically all the while knowing that Marion Scott was more than pleased with what she was witnessing. “It’s just wonderful!” Marion gushed. “I knew you’d be pleased,” Carla Elder replied softly. “Okay, Jamal, allow Meredith to taste your organ.” Covering the six feet between them with two steps, Jamal let his monster pecker hang within inches of the stunned young woman’s face! Her heart was beating a mile a minute, but like a magnet is attracted to cheap metal she gingerly opened her mouth and let the fat smooth head inside. “H-how does it taste, dear?!?” Marion asked unevenly. With her mouth so full of thick black dick all her daughter managed to do was hum, “Mmmmmmmmmmm!!!”

“As you can see,” Carla observed, “our young men have incredible control over their organs.” “Not many men could control themselves with such a pretty young woman sucking their erection!” Just watching her daughter fellating the black stud was more than poor Marion Scott could take, so without even thinking she shoved her hand up her skirt and began wantonly masturbating her now drooling pussy! “God that looks good!” Marion moaned while wildly fingering her hot clit. “Would you like to see Jamal fuck her?” Carla asked softly. “Oh yesssssssssssssss!!” Marion hissed. “M-make him fuck her!!!” Jamal looked over at the headmistress, and after receiving only a slight nod of her head, he gently pulled his prick from the hungry young mouth while pulling her to her feet. With her eyes locked on the young stud’s pecker, Marion Scott watched in stunned awe while Jamal quickly ripped off her daughter’s panties before shoving her face first onto the large desk as he lined up his huge hammer with her now bulging little hair pie! Meredith groaned loudly while the young stud ran his black pecker head up and down the length of her sopping wet slit. And while Marion masturbated like a wild monkey, he slowly impaled the white assed little cunt with his ten inches of hard black cock meat!

As each inch disappeared inside of her Meredith’s groan turned into a loud scream as her poor little pussy convulsed wildly around the invading marauder! “S-she’s coming all over the place!” Marion Scott moaned. “Just look at her little hair pie, it’s getting the fucking of its life!!!” “And that’s just the beginning,” Carla said softly, “for the next nine months she’ll get it at least twice a day just like this.” “He’s so fucking huge!!!” Marion gushed. “He’ll rip her apart!!!” “D-does it hurt, dear?!?” she gasped. “Ohhhhhhhh, noooooooo!!!” Meredith moaned. “I feel so full, I just can’t explain it!!!” Just when poor Marion thought she couldn’t stand it another second Carla Elder offered, “Try this, Mrs. Scott, “it’s an exact duplicate of Jamal’s erect penis!” Marion turned her gaze to the headmistress only to find that she had handed her a huge black dildo that exactly replicated Jamal’s monster pecker! With a shaking hand she picked it up and slipped it into her mouth, savoring it’s thickness and length. When she was sure that it was wet and lubricated she shoved down her panties, and without a moment’s hesitation shoved it balls deep into her hairy cunt! Marion’s guttural moan caused Meredith to look over her should just in time to see the ten inches of thick latex to bury itself deep in her mother’s hot pussy! “Oh god!!!” Meredith gasped while staring at her mother pounding the black dildo in and out of her cunt with brutal ferocity. “M-mother,” she moaned, “we’re both getting fucked so fucking hard!!!” Even the headmistress was being swept away in the excitement of it all, and after pressing her intercom her secretary appeared at her desk and dropped to her knees and began sucking her boss’s smoothly shaved vagina!

Being the only male in a room full of hot pussied women was finally more than poor Jamal could take, and even though he was trained in the art of restraint his pecker finally betrayed him as it pulsated out of control inside of Meredith’s cute little blonde haired pussy! “I-I’m sorry, ma’am!” he groaned loudly. “I just can’t hold it another second, ohhhhhhhhhh fuck, there it goes, I’m fucking cumming!!!” Seeing the young buck lurching in and out of poor little Meredith’s helpless pussy was more than the Marion or Carla could take as they both watched in wide eyed wonder as Meredith arched her back while an orgasm of incredible dimensions slammed into her pussy like a jack hammer! Carla rammed the thick dildo harder and harder until her own organ wrenched hard in a brutally violent orgasm, while at the same time Carla Elder grabbed her secretary by the back of the head as she rode her mouth to a stunning cum of her own!!!

After it was over a very satisfied Meredith carefully cleaned Jamal’s now limp pecker with her warm mouth while Carla and Marion put themselves back together. “So,” a now composed Carla offered, “that is how we do business at the Black Cock School for Girls!”

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The Ride Home

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I guess I should start out by first describing myself since that seems the way these stories start off. My name is Denise, I’m a 19 year-old enjoying my summer vacation after my freshman year at Princeton. I’m 5’4″ 120 lbs 34B-25-36 with dark hair and brown eyes and of Italian descent. I have olive skin that gets golden in the summer time. I’ve been told that I am pretty and I generally have no problems getting a date. I lost my virginity in October and had one other lover at school this year. So that’s my personal data.

This summer for graduation, my dad arranged a trip to Greece with him and his fiancée and myself. I knew it was his attempt to get me and Cindy to get along. I didn’t like her at first. Of course, I was like most children of divorced parents who had the fantasy that mom and dad would get back together some day. My dad is a big time attorney and as usual, he cancelled out at the last minute because of an important client who got arrested. He said he would try to join us, but that never happened.

The other reason I didn’t like Cindy was she was only 30 and I figured she was a gold digger after dads money. My dad is a very handsome man but he’s 56, what could they possibly have in common. The other strike against her was she was gorgeous. Dad met her while he was in Vegas, she was a showgirl or something. Cindy was the typical blonde bombshell, pretty face awesome body and 36DD breasts which I saw along with a few hundred Greeks while we were away. She dragged me to a nude beach and although we only went topless, all eyes were on Cindy. It was like I didn’t exist when I was around her.

Worst of all, after being in Greece with her for a week or so I realized that she was pretty cool and that I really liked her. Once that hill was crossed, we had a great time and it didn’t matter that dad never joined us. The fact is, I developed a crush on Cindy while we were away. I had a strange attraction towards one of my roommates at school but I didn’t dare act on it, so the tingly feeling I got when I saw her topless at the beach and after that I saw her walk around the hotel suite barely dressed after showering was nothing new to me.

She was like hanging out with one of my roommates. We chatted up a storm and we talked about boys and one night she made a confession to me that drove me crazy and still does. When I asked her what attracted her to my dad she asked me if I really wanted to know. We had shared a bottle of wine at dinner and I was feeling quite tipsy but I still was taken off guard by her answer. She said when she was on her first date with dad, they were slow dancing and she felt a rather impressive lump in his slacks. “Dad’s got a big one?” I asked gasping. I had never thought about him that way.

“Not that long… but thicker then my wrist,” was her answer and that’s what floored me. I’ve wanted to see daddy’s dick ever since that night as perverted as that sounds. So you see, we really bonded in Greece.

As the plane circled JFK we were both a little sad that our vacation was ending. Personally, I had gotten used to seeing her walk around naked and I even masturbated several times in the shower wondering what her big boobs felt like. They were real, which surprised me but they were still quite firm and she had the biggest, pinkest areola I’d ever seen. God, I was getting wet sitting next to her on the plane.

Dad disappointed us again when he didn’t show up to pick us up at the airport. Instead he sent Franklin, a very tall and very attractive black man from his firm. Franklin was Cindy’s age and as he retrieved our luggage Cindy whispered to me that they called Franklin tripod at the firm. Being a bit naive I asked her what that meant and she told me that dad had come home one night after the health club, Franklin had just started there, and he told me he saw him in the locker room. He said it hung there like a black hose and soft it was twice as long as his erection. She jokingly said she was going to try and brush against it by accident. So now my young, nearly virginal pussy was dripping as we drove to dads house on Long Island.

We had gotten home safe and Cindy told Franklin to come in for a drink. She told me to take him in the kitchen and get him something while she called dad. She left the room and the two of us were there in the kitchen. I liked Franklin. Although I’m normally not attracted to black men, he was tall and well built and his shaved head looked sexy. I found myself eyeing his crotch and he caught me. He gave me a strange look and asked me what I was staring at… even with my tanned skin I think I turned ten shades of red. Then for some reason, instead of making up a lie, I looked him right in the eye and said “why do they call you tripod?” I think he would’ve fallen over if he wasn’t leaning on the counter. He didn’t answer me at first, then I asked him if he was really that big. He smiled and said he would show me if I promised not to tell my dad. I lit up like a little girl on Christmas morning and promised it would be our secret.

I stood transfixed as he unzipped his expensive slacks and reached all the way in and hauled out his equipment. I stared… in awe. It was like nothing I’d ever seen, even in porno movies. He also wasn’t circumcised which I found very sexy. It was like a black hose, just like daddy had described it to Cindy. “Can I see everything?” I had taken a few steps closer and was standing right in front of him when he undid his slacks and pulled them and his briefs down. “My girl loves sucking it, hates getting hair in her mouth” he explained as I stared at his shaved cock and balls, easily 8 or 9 inches long. I reached out and touched it and it jumped in my hand.

I started to stroke it and it was growing in my hand, I was amazed to say the least. The swollen head began to peak out from under his foreskin and I leaned down and licked it. I was rewarded with a sweet droplet of his precum. It was hard now and over a foot long. I fell to my knees right there on the kitchen floor and bent to give his tight balls a tongue bath. This man had an amazing cock and I was really enjoying giving him head. “I thought we became friends in Greece… were you planning to keep that all to yourself?” I jumped at Cindy’s voice and was startled to see her standing there, unbuttoning her blouse. I kept my hand on Franklin’s cock as we both watched her undress right down to her panties. Her breasts really were amazing.

“Damn girl, you got some serious titties,” Franklin said and in a moment my future step mom was on her knees next to me. We proceeded to share Franklin’s cock for the next ten minutes or so. I could feel how wet my pussy had become in my jeans. Cindy was really outdoing me in that she was able to swallow 3/4 of Franklin while I struggled to get 4 or 5 inches in my mouth. “I need to sink this in some pussy” Franklin said gently pulling himself from me. “Go ahead sweetie” Cindy said smiling at me.

The three of us made our way to my bedroom and I was undressed quickly by Franklin and was on my back, my legs spread and my wet, hairy pussy ready for anything. Let me tell you, I’m not a virgin but it was an extremely tight fit and I had my first orgasm before Franklin was in all the way. After about ten minutes I got on my hands and knees and let him fuck me doggie style. I almost forgot Cindy was there until I heard him tell her how good it felt when she licked his balls and that he was close to cumming. I turned and looked over my shoulder and told him not to cum in my pussy.

I had my second orgasm, a real body shaker moments before he pulled his huge dick from me and I turned around quickly. Cindy and I bumped heads as we struggled to capture his squirting black hose of a dick. I have to say that Cindy drank up more of his love juice then I did but there was plenty to share.

Franklin’s sexy, naked black body was covered in sweat and looked damn good. Cindy looked good too in her sexy little panties and her large, perfect breasts with a few stray drops of Franklin’s cum on them. She said she hated to break up the party but Dad would be home in a few minutes. Franklin kissed each of us deeply and dressed and was quickly out the door. I wanted to tell my future my step mom how sexy I thought she was but before I got the chance Dad was pulling into the driveway. She smiled at me and touched my thick, black bush and told me I should give it a trim because it would look even sexier. Before I could respond she walked out of my bedroom and closed the door behind her.

I took a long shower and when I went out to get something to drink I passed dads bedroom and heard the unmistakable sound of fucking going on. I listened for fifteen minutes then went back to my room and masturbated until I fell asleep. My thoughts on not only the huge black man that had just fucked me so well, but also on my sexy future step-mom.

Its Not Lipstick

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I have known Alice for a long time, since I was only twelve. I just turned eighteen and I started college already. I’m going to a junior college and living with my folks, to save some money and because I don’t know what I want to study yet. Alice lives by herself. She is about thirty. She divorced her husband and moved into our apartment building. We liked each other right away. I found it easier to talk to her than to my mother, in fact.

Alice has long blonde hair and green eyes. She dresses very nicely but in a conservative manner. She teaches at a Christian private school so that must be why. I still ask her about makeup and clothes, what she thinks of mine. She is more like a friend than just a neighbor.

That all changed one day when she knocked on our apartment door. It was late in the afternoon but my folks had still not come home from work. “Connie,” she said, her beautiful green eyes full of tears, “I am so sorry.”

“What, what is it Alice?” I said pulling her into our apartment.

She held out a small box. “I opened your mail by mistake. I was sure it was the makeup I ordered from QVC. It wasn’t though, and then I looked at the label and saw your name. I am so sorry.”

“That’s okay, Alice,” I said. “No harm done. Let me see.” I took the box from her and realized immediately what it was.

“When I took it out, I thought it was lipstick.”

“No, it’s not lipstick, silly. It’s a vibrator.”

She looked at me with her beautiful face one big question mark. I had ordered a mini vibrator off the web and it came with a plain label, very unsuspicious, from Blahblah Research. I had ordered from them before and never aroused any suspicions from my parents. Of course, I usually got the mail before they got home. “It’s too small to be a vibrator,” she said skeptically.

“No, it is a special purpose vibrator. It’s not the kind you see in WalMart, for your back. It’s designed just for your clit.”

“Huh?”

I knew she was naïve. I also knew that she did not have a boyfriend. Neither did I and I understood her completely. It’s not just the STD’s; boys are flaky and stupid and they talk too much. I had never met one that impressed me for more than the space of time it took for him to open his mouth. Alice, of course, worked in that very stuffy school and she had had a bad time of it with her marriage. I had just assumed that she pleased herself as I did, even though we had never talked about it.

“Well, you have a vibrator, don’t you?”

“Connie, I have no idea what you are talking about. I thought vibrators were used for massages, for atheletes.”

I laughed and pulled the little gem out of the box. “You are kidding, aren’t you?”

“No, I’m not. That thing is too small. See what I mean? It looks like a libstick.”

“C’mon back here, to my room.” I motioned for her to follow me. When I got to my room, I opened my closet and pulled out a shoe box from the bottom of the stack. I opened the lid and showed her my collection. I had the standard issue, one shaped like a cock, and a strap-on butterfly that I wore to concerts sometimes, just for fun. I reached inside and pulled out a battery. I popped it into my new mini and turned it on. “You’ve seen these before, right?”

“No, Connie, and I’m tired of your asking. I led a sheltered life, even after I was married. Tell me or I’ll beat the crap out of you,” she said, laughing and pushing me playfully.

I looked at her like a teacher would look at a student, feigning authority. “They are for pleasing yourself, for getting yourself off, for having orgasms without worrying whether or not the man is going to come before you do and leave you in the lurch, horny and frustrated.”

A look of understanding dawned on her face. “Wow,” she said quietly, picking up the one shaped like a man’s penis, my least favorite, but okay for special occasions, like Halloween. She turned the dial and felt it hum in her hand. “Why do they need to vibrate?”

A good question, actually, and one I didn’t exactly understand myself. “I don’t know, Alice, but I know that it works. Put one of these babies in the right place and let it vibrate, and you will come. It’s heavenly and very therapeutic.” I smiled and she looked like she understood. “You just use your fingers?”

“Yeah,” she said. “I didn’t know there was another way. Why is this new one so small?”

“It’s just for the clitoris.”

“How do you use it?”

I smiled. “Well, I would show you but you might not like that.”

“Connie, you’ve known me for a long time. We’ve had a lot of serious talks. Why don’t you trust me now?”

“Fine,” I said, sitting on my bed. I was wearing shorts and a tee shirt with no bra, just relaxing after school. I spread my legs and raised my feet up so that only the toes of my sneakers touched the floor. I put the tip of the humming vibrator, or lipstick as Alice called it, between my legs. The tip of the vibrator touched the cloth of my shorts right above my hooded clit. I jumped a little, surprised at the intensity of the vibration. It was more concentrated than any of my other vibrators. I moved it slowly down my clit until I found the exact spot that I knew very well.

I had forgotten all about Alice at that point. I closed my eyes and felt the heat sweep up from my clit, across my belly, swelling my breasts and making my nipples get really hard. She was standing there, noting all of the sensations that I was feeling, understanding very well what I was feeling, but amazed still at the speed with which I had achieved arousal. Later, when we talked about that frightening but very electric first experience, she told me how impressed she was with my understanding of my own needs and feelings.

The moisture from my cunt now made a spot on my panties and my shorts. She could see even more clearly how aroused I was. As the vibrations did their work, she saw me spread my legs even wider and then jump and howl as the first orgasm shook my body. She moved closer. “Connie, that is amazing. Did you come already?”

I opened my eyes and nodded, still throbbing from my new toy.

She reached out but pulled her hand back. “How do you know where to put it, Connie?”

I shrugged. “Just practice, I guess.”

“Can you show me where to put it?”

I nodded and wholly aroused and hot, not caring about any consequences, took the edge of my shorts and panties and moved them away from my throbbing cunt. With my left hand, I spread the lips of my pussy and pulled up, exposing my little clit, dripping with excitement. With my right hand, I put the tip of the new vibrator right on my clit and moved it very slowly. That was even more delicious. As the swells of my second orgasm starting washing over me, I moved the little toy faster and faster. My cunt opened up when I came and the air rushed in to my hungry pussy. I felt so hot all over my body that I thought I had broken out into a sweat.

When I looked up, Alice had moved very close to me. She was sitting next to me peering over my raised legs, watching my juices flow. “Wow. That was fabulous, Connie.” She giggled.

“What?” I said, still gasping for air as the orgrams subsided.

“Well, I was hoping you would show me where to put it on me, but thank you for showing me exactly where to stimulate you.” She smiled and kissed me on the cheek.

I laughed too. “Well, I’d be happy to show you Alice.” I turned off the new little vibrator.

She smiled again and stood up slightly, pulling her shorts and panties right off and letting them drop to the floor. She was wearing a tee shirt with no bra and I could see her nipples getting really hard. I knew that she was very full breasted, maybe a 38D or more, but I had no idea her nipples were so large. She must have been really excited because they poked at the soft material of her tee shirt like two hard knobs. She spread her legs and raised her feet so that the toes of her sneakers rested on the floor.

“You know, I always wondered if you were a real blonde, Alice, or if you had a really good hairdresser. Now I know for sure that you are the genuine article.”

She smiled and spread her legs wider. “Is this what you need for me to do?” She looked so innocent, even though she was more than ten years older than I was. I didn’t think about her age, though. I considered her my junior in the realm of vibrators. As she spread her legs, I could see her folds had already enlarged and she was wet.

“That’s nice,” I said, smiling at her large labia, “I mean, that’s what you need to do. Right.” I cleared my throat. I felt really excited for some reason, more than I ever felt by myself or with a boy. I realized that her smell, the aroma of her open sex was having a direct effect on my body. I could feel my breasts swelling and my sex, already wet, getting even wetter, come running down my white thighs as I knelt in front of Alice’s open cunt. I put the little vibrator in my mouth and sucked my juices off, moistening the tip and heating it with my mouth. She smiled at me as I turned it on.

I put the tip at the top of her bush. She didn’t have a big bush and it was very light. I wanted her to get used the strong vibrations. I didn’t want her to freak out. I moved it slowly down to where the hood covering her clitoris started. When I reached the top of her wet folds she closed her eyes and moaned. I don’t think she realized that she was groaning and spreading her legs even wider. She reached out and held on to her knees so that she could be as open as possible. I moved it slowly down to the end of the hood, where the inner labia start to make the top of her wings.

Her moaning grew even louder. She was feeling the vibrations strongly now on her clit. I looked up at her beatific face. She was licking her lips. When I pushed the tip under her hooded clit and started stimulating it directly, she fell back on the bed, opening herself even more to me. I moved it up and down, circling her clit and then honing in on the hottest spot. She shook and quivered and even yelled out so loud that I was afraid the neighbors would hear and call the cops. She was a screamer.

Her come was copious. She was so wet that she had already formed a puddle on my bed. I didn’t mind. I turned off the vibrator, knowing that her clit was probably way too sensitive after just coming. I wanted to reassure her, caress her, take the sting out of her grinding orgasm. I leaned forward and licked her cunt softly with my tongue flat, moving it from the bottom of her cunt all the way to the top.

“Oh, baby,” she said, very uncharacteristically. She looked down at me in surprise.

“I’m sorry, Alice,” I said, leaning back. “I don’t know what came over me. You just looked so beautiful when you came.”

“No, no,” she said leaning forward and putting both hands in my hair. “I love it. Please.” Her eyes pleaded. She couldn’t bring herself to ask me to continue licking her cunt, but her eyes couldn’t be more direct in her request.

“I’ve never done this before,” I told her, but she pulled my head toward her hot cunt, her eyes begging me. Her fragrance beckoned me and I opened my mouth as I moved toward her blonde pussy. My tongue found her clit. I tried to imagine what I would like for her to do to me. With the tip of my tongue hard and pointed I jiggled it back and forth over her slick clit. Then I sucked all of what I could of her large lips into my mouth, sucking hard and licking at the same time. She screamed again and held my face tight against her hot juicy cunt. I didn’t mind. I buried my tongue as deep as it would go, searching for her g spot. She pushed against me with her hips so hard that I could barely breathe. I started moving my tongue in and out of her cunt as fast as I could and I could taste her flowing juices. Her vagina opened up as she came again and her hands released their hold on my hair.

I pulled a gulp of air into my lungs. She had clasped her legs together as if she wanted to hold on to the sensation of my face between her legs sucking her juices out of her steaming cunt. God, I was excited. I pushed her legs down and climbed on top of her. I kissed her forehead, her neck and her ears. She searched for my mouth with her own and groaned when our lips connected. Our tongues darted out, competing to see which could go deeper into the other’s mouth. Her come was all around my mouth but she seemed to savor the taste of her own juices mixed with my tongue and lips.

I put either hand beside her and pushed up, looking down at her with a stern face. “Now it’s time for the student to take a test.”

“Why, what do you mean, teacher,” Alice said in her mock student’s voice.

I pulled my tee shirt over my head, exposing my small but perky breasts, my nipples standing hard and impertinent, like a challenge. I hopped up on my bed, my sneakers still on, laying my head on my pillows. As I slowly spread my legs, exposing my dark bush, thicker than hers but neatly trimmed for a bikini, I said, “Now, Alice, you find MY clit.” I pointed at the little vibrator.

“With pleasure, teacher dearest,” she said, smiling and pulling her tee shirt off.

“Wow,” I said with an open mouth, “you have great breasts. All I can say is your husband must have been one dumb fuck.”

“He wasn’t much of a fuck at all,” Alice replied, putting her palms under her full breasts and pushing them up so high that she could lick both of her hard nipples. “You turn me on much more than he EVER did,” she said, reaching for the vibrator.

Watching her lick her hard nipples made me wetter than ever. I raised my knees higher and opened my legs. I reached down and with my index fingers, pulled the top of my inner labia up, exposing my clit. It protruded, open and exposed and vulnerable, waiting for Alice to jazz it with my new toy. She leaned down. She put her mouth close to my cunt and breathed her warm breath with a focused blast right on my tender clit. “Oh, Alice,” I gasped. “That feels so good.” She smiled and brought the little vibrator close. She put its tip right on my engorged clitoris, moving it slowly first clockwise, then counter clockwise.

As her motions increased, I felt the wave of the first orgasm wash over me. I lost all sense of time and space and I slowly realized that the orgasm wasn’t stopping. As long as she kept moving the device over my swollen organ, I continued to throb and pulse and drip come. Finally I begged her to stop. “On one condition,” she said with an evil grin, her mouth close to my overwrought pussy.

“What? Anything.”

“Do me next.”

“Sure. You bet.”

“I want the one that looks like a dick.”

“You got it.” I couldn’t believe my staid neighbor was acting so wild. But I should have known. Preacher’s daughter. It’s those stuffy ones that go wild when they finally break out. She had been in such a lonely dry place for so long that she was going to get whatever she could. And I was going to help her. She turned off the little vibrator and started to lie on her back. “No, get on your hands and knees,” I instructed her as I got up to fetch the cock dildo from my shoebox. I loved telling her what to do. And she was such a willing slave.

As an afterthought I brought the box with all my toys to the bed. She turned to look at what I was doing. I put the vibrator shaped like a man’s penis in my mouth to warm it up. She smiled at me. “You don’t need to make it wet because I already am very. Wet.” She reached between her spread legs and moved her fingers in her open cunt. On her hands and knees her ass and cunt were completely open and exposed to me. She was completely vulnerable to my attentions.

I touched her already soft open cunt with just the tip of the cock head. I haven’t seen that many dicks but I think my dildo is above average size. It’s about seven inches long and about an inch and a half wide. I think most men would be happy to have a tool like that. Anyway, it fills me up so much that it is almost uncomfortable. As I said, I have to be in a special mood. Alice wiggled her butt a little as if begging me to insert the dildo. “What is it, dear?” I asked, still getting off on my older neighbor depending on me so wholly (pardon the pun).

“C’mon, Connie, stop fooling around. Fuck me with the dildo.”

“Please?”

“Please,” she groaned and wiggled her ass some more. She even opened her cunt lips with her hand and pushed her butt up in the air to open herself. “Please, Connie, pretty Connie, pretty please, fuck me, please.” She tossed her long blonde hair.

I slipped the end of the cock in her wet cunt. She gasped and moved her hand. I let it slide deeper and deeper into her cunt until I had barely enough to hold on to. I started moving it in and out slowly and her groaning grew louder and louder. I pulled it all the way out and let the tip rest on her throbbing clit until she looked around at me, her eyes asking, begging, but her mouth without words. I turned on the graduated vibration control until it was all the way up. She closed her eyes as the vibrations warmed up her clit. I pushed it all the way in and then pumped her cunt with the big dildo. She didn’t seem to have any problem with taking its full girth and length. I twisted it a little and increased the rhythm until her cries filled the room and made me wonder about the neighbors again. I stopped the pumping and angled the throbbing dildo against the front wall of her vagina. I held it there and slapped each cheek of her butt soundly. She laughed so I spanked her until both her white cheeks had turned pink.

“Oh, sweetie, that feels so good. Put your finger in my ass.”

I put my index finger in my mouth and then slid it slowly into her pucker and I started moving the dildo again. She exploded and bucked and screamed so hard that I was afraid that I wouldn’t be able to hold on. “Oh, God, Connie, you make me come so hard,” she gasped, after she collapsed on the bed.

“You’re a quick learner, Alice,” I said, smiling. I snuggled up beside her. Our nipples, still hard, brushed against each other and sent another tingle through my cunt. She turned to me and we kissed again, this time with a deep knowledge of each other’s most secret thoughts and feelings. Our tongues touched softly, moving in and out of each other’s mouths in a delicate minuet.

She pulled back and looked deeply in my eyes. “I have a confession to make.”

“What?” I asked innocently.

“I have been wanting to seduce you for months now, ever since you were seventeen, actually – but I had to wait until you were Eighteen!”

“So what took you so long,” I said, as I reached for her to kiss her and to … well, that’s another story.

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Wifes Date

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Angie finished drying her long red hair and looked at herself in the mirror thinking how good she still looked at thirty. Angie turned and looked at her profile in the mirror checking out her firm round ass and tiny waist along with her 38 D cup breasts.

Angie placed the palm of her hand near her cleavage tracing the line on her skin from the sun that afternoon. Angie had pale skin, which was speckled with red freckles and had to be very careful not to get too much sun otherwise she would burn.

She tossed the towel onto the bed and opened the dresser drawer and starred at the stack of panties that filled the drawer. Angie looked at the dress hanging on the back of the door which she bought special for her date that night and decided not to wear any panties at all. The green dress she bought clung to her body and the panty line showed and looked ugly and if she had taken more notice when she tried it on she would have picked another material to wear. Angie brushed her teeth leaning over the sink watching her large full tits giggling as she moved the tooth brush around inside her mouth. She couldn’t believe she was actually getting ready for a date with another man.

Angie got angry every time she thought about the mess her husband Walt got them into with his gambling. Walt had made a bet with someone at a poker game and when he told the man he was short of money and couldn’t pay off the debt they had made another agreement with the man.

Walt had said the man was very angry with him and Walt had to come up with an idea to keep from getting himself beaten up because Walt said he was at least 6′ 7″ and massive in size. In addition to this big man, Walt said he had a couple of big body guards with him that night and they looked very intimidating and Walt was afraid for his life.

The man’s name is Bruce and he had mentioned to Walt before the game that he loved redheads’ so that gave Walt the idea that he could fix Bruce up with a redhead just like he had mentioned.

Walt told Bruce that he could arrange a date with a redhead just like he had mentioned before the game and said it was his sister and he would make all the arrangements.

Walt didn’t tell Angie what had happened until the next day and Angie could have choked him on the spot. Angie was so angry with Walt and made him promise that he would stop gambling. Walt was in tears the night he explained everything to Angie and had said that he was sorry and he would never put them in a situation like this again.

Angie stood in front of the mirror applying her lipstick than looked at the amount of cleavage that was showing and tried to pull the dress up further but tugged it back down. She had wished she had picked out something that wasn’t so revealing.

Angie wanted to be nice to this man but at the same time didn’t want to give him any idea’s that he could go further than dinner and maybe a little dancing tonight. Once finished, Angie walked into the bedroom and slipped her wedding band and diamond engagement ring off her finger and placed it in a small drawer in her jewelry box. She would be Walt’s divorced sister for the night and get it over with.

Hopefully Walt would learn his lesson with this and give up gambling like he promised and maybe some of those nasty friends that got him into this situation. Angie walked out into the front room and saw Walk pacing the floor and sat down on the sofa without saying a word.

Walt turned to face his wife and said. “Honey. Please don’t do anything to piss off this guy tonight because he has many friends and I’m afraid of what he could do to us.”

Angie gave her husband a nasty glance and snapped back at Walt and said. “I think you should have thought about that when you made a bet with this man last week. You knew that you didn’t have the money to pay him back but you went ahead and played that silly game anyway.”

Walt looked nervous as he stood in the window as he said. “Honey. I’m really sorry about everything and wished I could take it all back.”

Angie walked over and sat on the sofa as she replied. “Just remember that because of you I have to spend the night out with some strange man I don’t even know and show my ass and hope he doesn’t try anything with me and its all because of you so don’t act like you’re sorry to me.”

They could hear a car pull into the driveway and Walt looked out the window and said. “It must be Bruce, a black customized Hummer just pulled up near the garage.”

Angie walked back into the bedroom to put a final touch on her makeup as she tried to settle her nerves as Walt answered the door and Bruce and two other huge black men walked into the house.

Bruce introduced them as his body guards and looked around the house from where he was standing and said. “You know I don’t usually let people get away with not paying up to me but if your sister is the knockout you told me she is than we will consider this settled and even.”

Walt tried to form a smile as he listened to Bruce’s deep and mean sounding voice as Angie walked out of the bedroom and walked toward the men.

Angie almost froze in her tracks as she saw the three black men standing at her front door as she walked closer and waited for Walt to introduce them.

Angie stood in front of the men as Walt said. “Bruce. I’d like you to meet my sister, Angie. Angie. This is my friend Bruce and these two men are friends of his and I didn’t get their names.”

Bruce had his eyes fixed on Angie’s exposed cleavage as he took her hand and kissed it and said. “Your every bit as beautiful as your brother told me you were and your red hair is just gorgeous.” Angie smiled and kept it very short because she was so nervous and said. “Thank you very much.”

Bruce was still holding her tiny hand and didn’t let go of her as he introduced the two men who were standing next to him as Billy and Donny and said they were his insurance that they would have a safe night.

Angie stood next to Bruce starring up at his face and even with her 5′ 6″ height and her 5″ heels, she still seemed short standing next to his 6′ 7″ height. Bruce also had broad shoulders and huge hands and the deepest voice Angie thinks she ever heard.

Bruce glanced over at Walt and surprisingly smiled at him and said. “You didn’t disappoint me this time. Consider it even.”

Bruce placed his large arm around Angie and said. “Its getting late, we should get to the club if we’re going to have dinner.”

Walt watched as Angie walked out of the house with Bruce and the other two men and got into the hummer and saw Bruce walking back toward the front door by himself and wondered what was going on.

Walt waited before opening the door and when he did, Bruce stepped inside the house and smiled at Walt and said. “Your sister is hot and if all goes well tonight I’m going to be seeing you more often from now on and just take my advice and don’t do anything stupid like giving her bad advice about me because if you screw this up I won’t call it even any longer.”

Bruce walked back out shutting the door behind him as Walt stood there still shaking wondering how he and Angie were going to get themselves out of this mess. Walt wondered if Angie would be able to handle this in a way that Bruce would just disappear and everything would be forgotten.

Walt paced around the house for the next few hours watching the clock and wondering what was going on with his wife and Bruce hoping he would drop her back off at the house soon.

Walt sat on the sofa and began to dose off when he heard the sound of a car pulling into the drive and the headlights shined into the front room window. Their house was out in the country and stood back in the woods about several hundred feet away from the road so Walt felt comfortable knowing that he had no neighbors that would see these black men coming to his house with Angie so late.

Walt sat up and watched the front door open and saw his wife walk through the door but was surprised to see Bruce follow her inside along with Donny and Billy.

Walt was surprised as he saw his wife laughing at something that Bruce must have said when they came in as she turned toward Donny and Billy and said. “You guys can find glasses in the kitchen toward the left of the stove and just put the extra bottles in the refrigerator.” Bruce walked into the room as Walt starred at him as he sat down on the other end of the sofa and waited for Angie.

Bruce finally looked over at Walt and said. “Your sister is a very special lady and I might say she is very different from the women I dated in the past. Angie brings out the gentle side of my personality that many people don’t see.”

Walt sat there and swallowed hard as he listened to Bruce talk about his wife as if she were already his girlfriend.

Bruce sort of chuckled in his deep voice as he leaned over toward Walt and tried to whisper and said. “With women like your sister Angie, you have to take it slow and easy and build their trust and confidence which will lead up to the big pay off.”

Bruce starred into Walt’s eyes and laughed and said. “You don’t know much about women do you?”

Walt responded with his voice sounding shaky and said. “Well. I think I know my sister fairly well enough to know she doesn’t screw around on the first date.”

Bruce leaned over a little further and grabbed Walt by the shoulder and said. “Excuse me. I hate to sound so blunt with you, because I know she is family but I bet you at poker and won from you already and I bet you the amount of money you lost to me last week that Angie will be giving me all the white pussy I can handle.”

Walt was beginning to shake now as Bruce told him his plans for his wife as he tried to smile at the big man.

Bruce continued as he said. “Face it. Your sister is a fine woman and she does have a pussy along with nice tits and a sweat little ass. Man. That beautiful long red hair and I can’t wait to see the little red muff between her legs.”

Bruce than added. “Patience. My friend. Patience.”

Angie walked into the room and sat down next to Bruce on the sofa completely ignoring Walt on the other end as Bruce leaned forward and said. “Let me see those beautiful earrings I bought you tonight.”

Angie pushed her long red hair to the side and let him see the diamond studded earrings she was wearing as Bruce said. “Walt. Take a look at these earrings I bought your sister tonight and see how beautiful they look on her.” Walt got up and sat in the chair directly in front of them and starred at the large diamond earrings his wife was wearing than noticed the diamond neckless she was wearing too and said. “I don’t remember seeing the neckless on you before?”

Bruce chuckled and said. “I bought that for your sister as well to match the earrings she is wearing.”

Angie put her hand on Bruce’s shoulder and leaned forward and said. “Thank you so much for the presents tonight.”

Angie puckered her lips as Bruce gave her a small peck on the lips than another that lasted a couple seconds longer.

Bruce held Angie’s hand and glanced at Walt and said.” Excuse us while I return the appreciation your sister is showing me.”

Bruce kissed Angie again locking his lips to hers sending his tongue deep into her mouth as Walt looked on in horror but was afraid to say anything to Bruce and figured he’d just get it over with.

Bruce moved closer to Angie and placed his arm around her and waited to see what Angie’s reaction was going to be and he soon found out as she leaned forward and kissed him on the lips.

Once they finished, Bruce looked over at Walt who was sitting in the chair with a blank look on his face and afraid to say anything to this man in fear of getting harmed and said. “Would you mind going out in the kitchen with the guys so I can talk privately with your sister?”

Walt got up from the chair and walked toward the kitchen and glanced back to see what was going on but Bruce had switched the table lamp off which made it too dark to see anything.

Walt made it into the kitchen and poured himself another drink and joined Donny and Billy on the bar stools at the counter.

Donny laughed at Walt when he sat down next to them and said. “Man. You got a hot looking sister out there. Does she have a twin by any chance?”

Walt tried to smile as he took a drink from his glass as his hand shook and almost spilled some on his shirt.

Billy looked over at Donny and said. “I bet old Bruce is getting some of that red headed pussy right now if I know him.”

Donny replied. “Yeah. Bruce has a special way to seduce women that I never saw before and the way they were dancing at the club tonight. I thought he was going to fuck her right there on the dance floor.”

Donny looked at Walt and said. “I hope this isn’t bothering you too much. You know, your sister is only human and she has sexual needs, just like us men. Isn’t that right Billy?”

Billy stood up and patted Walt on the shoulder and replied. “That’s right. Women are all the same and if they are attracted to a guy then they are going to get just as horny as the three of us and want to fuck.”

Walt looked nervous as he listened to these men and finally said. “Did you see anything else going on besides on the dance floor?”

Donny replied. “Oh man. They were kissing in the back seat, all the way back to your house tonight. As a matter of fact, I don’t think your sister would have come back here tonight but she wanted to check on her daughter.”

Walt had an idea and looked at Donny and Billy and said. “I better go and check and make sure Megan is still sleeping in her room, I’ll be back in a few minutes.”

Walt stood up and walked into the front room walking as close to the sofa as he could and as he walked nearby he could see Angie sitting on Bruce’s lap.

As Walt walked closer, he had a view of the rear of the sofa and could only see Angie sitting and a small portion of Bruce’s head. Walt thought he heard kissing noises and his body felt weak wondering if Bruce was sucking Angie’s tits.

As Walt started to walk toward the kitchen, Bruce sort of raised his voice and said. “Walt. Can you come here for a minute?”

Walt’s heart sank as he thought that Bruce was going to yell at him or maybe worse as he slowly walked toward the front of the sofa to see what the big man wanted.

Bruce had dimmed the light but Walt could clearly see his wife still sitting on Bruce’s lap, the straps to Angie’s dress were pulled down and she was holding the top of her dress against her tits keeping them covered.

Walt waited for Bruce to say something terrible but actually smiled at him and said. “I want to be a gentleman about this and ask you a question if you don’t mind?”

Walt’s voice was shaky as he glanced at his wife and noticed her dress was hiked up around her thigh in addition to the straps being pulled off her shoulders as he replied. “Sure. Just let me know what I can do for you.”

Angie interrupted as she looked at Bruce and said. “Bruce. Walt is my brother so I’ll tell him what we plan on doing this evening.”

Walt swallowed hard as his wife turned and starred him straight in the eyes and said. “Bruce was going to ask you if it was all right to spend the night here with me but I had told him that if it wasn’t for you that we wouldn’t have met and you wouldn’t mind at all.”

Walt swallowed again as his eyes stayed focused on Angie’s and could see that she was looking for revenge for bringing her into this mess and finally replied. “No. You’re right Angie. I don’t mind if Bruce spends the night here. I’ll get the guest room ready for him.”

Bruce chuckled as he looked at Walt and said. “You don’t have to worry about doing that for me. Your sister has everything arranged for me.”

Angie stood up holding her dress in place as she looked back at Bruce and said. “I’ll see you in a few minutes.”

Angie starred at Walt as she walked past him and not saying another word and went directly into their bedroom and shut the door as Walt stood up and said. “Why don’t you go out and tell the boys I want to see them?”

Walt didn’t hesitate as he quickly got the two men from out in the kitchen and brought them back into the living room as Billy said. “What’s up Boss?”

Bruce replied. “You fellows can go back to my place and I’ll give you a call tomorrow when I need a ride”

Bruce walked over in front of Walt and put his large hand on his shoulder and said. “Walt. I want you to do me a big favor and go out into the kitchen and bring the bottle of wine the boys took out there and a bucket of ice with wine glasses and bring them to Angie’s room in a few minutes.”

Walt stood there looking down at the floor wanting to call this all off and tell Bruce the truth but chickened out thinking that Bruce might kill him or at least break some bones and besides he might harm Angie if he found out she was in on this too.

Walt was thinking that maybe Angie would only take this to a level and not give in to sex with this man. He would try and talk to her when he brought the drinks into the bedroom.

Bruce put his other hand on Walt’s shoulder and said. “Listen. I saw the look on your face when I told you I was staying. Your sister is a big girl and she can speak for herself and make her own decisions.”

Walt replied. “No. Not worried about Angie’s decisions at all it’s just that I didn’t know you would have sex with her tonight.”

Bruce chucked as he replied. “I got it. You don’t want to see your sister bang a black man. Is that it?” Bruce continued to say. “Walt. Have you ever been with a black woman?”

Walt said. “No. Never.”

Bruce replied. ” I’ll have to see what I can do for you. Now go get those drinks for me and I’ll see you in the bedroom.”

Walt was in the kitchen getting everything together and was getting ice from the refrigerator when he heard a cabinet door open and slam shut and turned to see his wife standing next to the counter wearing a black transparent nightie.

Walt started to walk toward Angie when she said. “Just stay away from me right now.”

Angie had her packet of birth control pills and was punching a pill out of the little container and placed it inside her mouth followed by a drink of water than set the glass down on the counter and started to walk out.

Walt yelled out and said. “Honey. I’m sorry for getting us into this mess and I’ll make it up to you.”

Angie didn’t say a word as she kept walking back to the bedroom as if she didn’t even hear him speak. Walt noticed how her ass was completely exposed as he watched her cheeks sway with her hips.

Walt was shaking again as he put the ice bucket on a tray along with the wine and the glasses. Walt knew he had done it this time and wondered if Angie would forgive him. How could he stop this man from screwing his wife without getting shot or hurt very badly?

Walt promised himself that he’d never gamble again as long as he lived and would treat Angie better than he had. All he wanted was one more chance and he would show her how he could change.

Walt took the tray and walked toward the bedroom and saw the door closed when he got there. Walt sat the tray down on the floor as he knocked on the door and picked the tray back up and waited.

Bruce yelled and said. Come on. “The door is open.”

Walt was able to open the door using a couple fingers on the handle and as the door slid open, he saw Bruce standing with his back toward him on the other side of the bed. Bruce was giving Angie a hug as they stood there without even moving.

Walt said. “Where would you like me to put the tray?”

Walt stood there listening to them kissing than realized that Bruce was naked and saw Angie’s hands around Bruce resting on his hips. The contrast of Angie’s pale white shin against Bruce’s jet black skin allowed Walt to clearly see her fingers as they clung to Bruce. Angie looked so tiny as he stood there looking and waiting for them to tell him where they wanted him to put the wine.

Bruce turned around and Walt saw this mans cock for the very first time and couldn’t help notice how large he was. Bruce’s cock was poking straight out and looked massively big and not only was he long but very thick as well.

Bruce pointed at the dresser and said. “Just put that over there and we’ll take it from there.” Walt placed the tray on the dresser and glanced at the couple as they returned to kissing and completely ignoring him. Bruce was squeezing Angie’s ass with his big hands as they remained locked in a passionate kiss.

Bruce’s cock pointed straight into Angie’s tummy on an upward angle and she seemed to be rotating her hips causing his large cock to move around above her belly button. Walt watched as Angie took hold of the cock making Bruce groan as he whispered and said. “Wait until you feel it inside you.”

Bruce turned and saw that Walt was still standing in the room and chuckled as he said. “You can leave now. We’re not putting on a sex show here.”

Walt hesitated a few seconds until Bruce let go of Angie and walked over and put his arm around Walt guiding him to the bedroom door and out into the hallway and turned and pulled Walt around to face him and said. “Listen. You seem concerned about your sister tonight. Don’t worry about her because I’ll be really gentle with her. Now go and get some sleep.”

Walt stood in the hallway watching the big man turn and shut the door but not before Walt got a glimpse of Bruce’s massive cock.

Walt stood there thinking how he shouldn’t have come up with this silly idea in the first place and maybe he could have paid a hooker to have sex with this man. Why did he have to do this to Angie and himself?

Walt walked into the living room and sat on the chair and grabbed the drink he had put on the table but never finished and finished the contents before laying his head back wondering what Angie might be doing at that very moment and fell asleep.

Walt heard a noise and opened his eyes only to see Bruce sitting on the sofa in front of him with a drink in his hand and smoking a cigarette. Walt lifted his head and looked toward the big guy with his eyes a little fuzzy from being asleep.

Walt sat up straight and saw the man was naked and his cock lay limp between his legs but still very large. Bruce said in a low but deep voice and said. “I didn’t mean to wake you up. I only came out here to have a drink and a smoke and a little fresh air. The bedroom got really hot.”

Walt looked around than said. “Where’s my sister?”

Bruce replied. “Angie is in the bathroom freshening up. She got all sticky and sweaty from the workout we had.”

Walt’s body went weak again as he watched Bruce smoking his cigarette than looked at his watch and noticed it was three in the morning which meant they were in the bedroom for almost four hours. Walt asked. “Is Angie all right?”

Bruce leaned forward as he blew the smoke out of his longs and gave a slight chuckle as he shook his head up and down and said. “Angie’s just fine, maybe a little stretched and sore but she’ll be fine.”

Walt put his head back on the chair and closed his eyes as Bruce put his cigarette out and turned off the lamp.

A few minutes later, Angie walked out of the bedroom with a blanket wrapped around herself and sat on the sofa next to Bruce. The room was dark except the light from the moon shining into the front window.

Walt kept his eyes closed except to slightly glance at the couple as they sat on the sofa just a few feet in front of them. Walt could see Bruce put his arm around Angie and heard the sounds of kissing taking place but could hardly make out their faces.

Walt sat perfectly still in the chair and pretended to be asleep as he listened to them whispering as Bruce said. “He’s asleep. Climb on top of me.”

Angie replied. “No. He might wake up. Why don’t we go back to bed?”

Bruce said. “Come on. Sugar. I want you to ride me right here on the sofa.”

Walt could hear his wife giggle as Bruce tried to pull her on top of him until he finally succeeded in pulling her on his lap as Angie giggled than her giggles were soon replaced by kissing sounds.

Walt had his eyes open enough to see what was going on and saw that Angie was holding the blanket around her body keeping herself covered as she sat on Bruce’s lap.

Angie was sitting with her face toward Bruce and the movements Walt could see with the blanket looked as if she was playing with his cock as they continued to kiss.

Walt could see his wife as she continued to move her body around on Bruce’s lap until he could hear them whispering again. Angie said. “Don’t make any noise. Be very still and help me put it in.”

Bruce replied. “Sugar. Raise your ass a little higher That’s it . . . Slid down.”

Angie replied. “Oh God . . . Slow . . . Don’t wake him . . . Take it easy . . . That’s it . . . Yeah . . . Oh Yeah . . . Good . . . ”

Walt watched as Angie began to move herself around on top of Bruce but all he could see was the blanket and what looked like his wife impaled on Bruce’s huge black cock. Walt had to admit he was turned on watching his wife mount this black man across from him on the sofa and continued to watch and listen.

Angie was whispering again as she said. “Oh yeah . . . That’s it . . . give it to me . . . Don’t wake him up . . . That’s it . . . ”

Walt could hear the kissing again as he watched the blanket slid down off Angie’s shoulders but she quickly pulled it back up trying to keep herself concealed.

Walt saw that Angie had wrapped her arms around Bruce’s neck and it looked like his hands were placed on her ass guiding her around on top of his lap.

Walt could hear Bruce whispering this time as he said. “Uh Baby . . . So tight . . . Pussy . . . That’s it . . . That’s it . . . Come on . . . Squeeze it . . . Yeah . . . I can feel it . . . ”

The blanket started to slip down again but they were moving more rapidly and didn’t seem to care as the blanket fell on the floor below Bruce’s feet.

Walt could see the big cock sliding inside Angie’s pussy as she rotated her hips and Bruce controlled her up and down movements with his hands.

They were kissing again and Walt could hear the combination of both Angie’s wet pussy making wet sounds and their kissing and started to play with his own hard cock through his pants.

Bruce had raised Angie higher as he sucked on her tits and arched his hips up higher to keep her body far enough in the air to suck and bit her nipples.

Bruce was beginning to put more effort into his fucking as he held onto Angie’s hips and bounced her body on his cock much faster. This was causing her large full tits to bounce with each forceful thrust he made inside Angie’s pussy.

Bruce finally let out a groan as he began to shoot his load of seed deep inside Angie’s pussy as she too reached her orgasm and tried as much as possible not to make much noise but they could still be heard around the house.

Angie sat her ass down on Bruce’s lap while his cock finished squirting the last of his cum inside her belly. The only sounds were of them trying to catch their breath than a few little kisses that Angie was giving Bruce as they sat still in front of Walt.

Walt was still trying to pretend he was asleep as he saw Angie as she stood up and as she did her pussy made a loud sound from the mixture of air and Bruce’s cum inside her pussy. Walt could see it but he bet there was cum dripping down her legs at that very moment. The light was very dim but they just starred at each other for a moment when Walt finally said. “Honey. I love you very much and don’t want to lose you.”

Angie just stood there looking into her husband’s eyes for a moment than started to walk past him than turned and said. “There’s extra blankets in the closet if you get cold.”

Walt quickly replied before she disappeared into the bedroom. “Honey. I didn’t mean to get you into this and I really do love you.”

Angie looked at her husband and said. “Walt. We’ll talk about this in the morning. Go to bed now and get some sleep.”

Walt turned and entered the guests’ bedroom and as he laid down on the bed he stroked his cock until he made himself cum as he thought about his wife screwing a black man. Walt got turned on but could never tell Angie the truth about it because if she didn’t plan to kill him now than just the mention of telling her his true feelings would surely get him killed.

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Covered With Cum

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It was Saturday night – a few days earlier in the week, Rick asked me whether I wanted to go to the Club that weekend – as it turned out, it was “schoolgirl night,” and anyone dressed as a schoolgirl (knowing the Club, I assume that didn’t only mean women), would get in admission-free – the schoolgirl and her date, whether handsome football player or not. According to the Club’s Web site, the dress code included saddle shoes, cotton panties, and bobbie sox – none of which I owned. In fact, I not only was bereft of cotton panties, I owned no underwear – some eight years ago, Rick had tossed all of my underthings – cotton briefs included – out his car window. So, on Saturday, Rick and I took a shopping trip – cotton panties and bobbie sox were relatively easy, the saddle shoes a bit more difficult. However, we managed to find a pair of tennis-shoes, black stripes up the side, that – at least in the dark – would look saddle-y enough. Size 6 and only ten bucks!

So, it was Saturday night, and I was dressed in a short plaid skirt, a lacey, almost see-through white blouse, bobbie sox (Tommy Hilfiger with a palm tree print!), the not-quite saddle shoes, and, of course, the requisite cotton panties. (Rick grimaced at those!) In addition, I put my hair – long, reddish and curly – into two ponytails – a look I never wear, and never wore even in high school (though I had been a cheerleader, I usually went for the Pat Benatar look – you know, short hair with the big pouf in front). After I dressed, I walked into our bedroom – Rick was turned away from the doorway, searching for his own appropriate outfit. I started cheering, clapping my hands in rhythm, “Rick, Rick, he’s our man, if he can’t do it, no one can! GOOOOOOOOOOOO Rick!” Rick jumped, then started to laugh, “Got right into it, did you girlie?”

We drove into the City – the New Jersey Parkway and the Turnpike were no problem, but, outside the Holland Tunnel, we drove into the worst traffic I’ve ever seen. We tussled with a few SUV’s, trying to ease our 1988 Fox Station Wagon into the appropriate lane, but ended up being squeezed into the EZPass – which we don’t possess. Rick grumbled, “Good Lord, I wonder what the ticket for that will be,” and I admit that I thought longingly of my bed, a glass of wine, and the thick Antonia Fraser tome on King Henry’s wives that currently lay on my bedside table. Once through the tunnel, though, our trials weren’t over yet – we drove around for another 40 minutes, desperate for a parking spot. Finally, we found one, and I muttered to myself, thinking of the wine, the book, the bed once again – Is this really worth it?

Well, I was about to discover the answer to that particular question.

We walked down the stairs, into the cellar-like (or should I say dungeon-like?) atmosphere of the Club. The man who staffs the door – the one who looks like a leather-clad Santa Claus – looked me up and down. “What do you think?” Rick asked. “She looks like a little schoolgirl to me,” he answered, and we were in. We walked past the usual suspects – a naked man, carrying a knapsack, masturbating in front of the first television screen – on which a woman, tied face first to a bed, was getting soundly whipped. Another man, masturbating in one of the Club’s cages – the heavy collar with which the cage was equipped was around his neck. (We’ve seen him before and, as far as I can determine, he cages himself.) We grabbed a table and sat – Rick went for two Cokes. The crowd at the Club was thin – it was early yet, despite the time consumed by our traffic fiasco. I tried to relax and recover, and Rick returned with the drinks. “Hey,” he said, “He didn’t even look at your cotton panties. Give them over.” “Oh,” I said, twirling a pigtail, “Do I have to?” “Yes.” He said, and I took them off – of course, this small action in itself attracted a crowd, and I noticed one man, at the bar, trying to peer between my legs. Rick tossed the underwear to another, younger observer, who immediately put them to his nose, took a deep whiff, and then stuck them in his backpocket. We looked around, and Rick commented on the dearth of schoolgirls. “Well,” I said, “There’s one,” pointing to another pig-tailed, plaid skirt clad woman, sitting at a neighboring table. “Come on,” Rick said, “Let’s take a walk.”

Rick led me into the backroom. There, a woman was leisurely whipping her submissive, who lay chained on one of the handy tables – the poor guy was hooded and his cock and balls were covered with clothespins, which she – again quite leisurely – gathered into one hand and pinched. That poor guy was still there when we left, some hours later, still hooded, still chained, his genitals pink and swollen. By that time, she was trading whip-strikes between him and a willing observer, his back towards her as he clung joyfully to a nearby pole.

Rick and I began to kiss, and he ran his hands up and down my thighs, then grabbed my neck, and thrust me against him. We made out there, on the threshold of the back room and the front, and – just for that – just for passionate kisses and careful fondling – we were drawing a crowd – more, in fact, then had been attracted to the tormented hooded slave. Rick raised my skirt – my bare ass was now turned towards the horde – I could feel cocks on my ass, on my thighs. Rick unbuttoned my skirt – it had more buttons than he anticipated, and I could feel crowd pause, waiting, expecting – the skirt fell to the ground, and I grabbed it quickly – during our last visit, I’d actually lost a dress I’d taken off, and it wasn’t about to happen again. Then, the lacy white blouse over my head, and I was naked before the throng. “Can you feel them?” Rick said, at the same time beating back the hands that continued to press forward, that continued to grope for my cunt, my clit, my ass, “Oh yes,” I muttered, and Rick continued to kiss me hard, his own hand inside my cunt. “You like this, do you?” he whispered into my ear, and I, somewhat ashamedly, answered, “I guess so.” I was, of course, dripping wet. I could feel some men, then, cumming on my ass – I could feel the stickiness of their semen on my skin, at the same time as one of the bouncers began to clear the doorway – apparently, we were causing a fire hazard. “All right, men, show’s over,” Rick bellowed, and he led me back to our seat.

There, I wiped myself off – the Club is considerate enough to provide strategically placed rolls of paper towels, and sat down. We had another drink, and I caught my breath. “All right,” Rick said, after a brief respite, “Now it’s time for your massage.”

Now, the masseur at the Club is not your ordinary massage therapist – though he certainly is that, too. He is an artist with his hands and his own special vibrator – I was stunned, the first time I took advantage of his services, to find that his aim was not only – or perhaps not even – to relax, but to stimulate – inevitably to the point of orgasm. On previous visits, I – who came with a vibrator, usually only in front of Rick, usually only on our bed, in our house, with no noise for distraction – had come on his table, under his expert touch, while a crowd watched, leered, and masturbated. Rick led me over to him, asked if he was willing to give me another massage. He answered, “I’m ready,” and Rick grinned, “So is she.”

I climbed onto the table and took off my saddle-y shoes and bobbie sox, by now the only sartorial bits left of my schoolgirl costume. I lay facedown and Kenneth, the masseur, began his work. He rubbed my back, my shoulder blades, worked his way, in short order, down to my ass. I could feel his hands running down my ass, back up – almost too quickly to realize the intent of his movement. Luckily, Kenneth had hooked up the ropes that surrounded his table, and served to keep the throng back – a crowd was already gathering. If I opened my eyes, I could see, in the mirrored wall, Rick watching, leaning against a pole, smiling. Kenneth’s hands worked down to my thighs, down to my feet, which he sprayed with water and some sweet-smelling spray. I groaned into the leather of the table. “Too hard?” he asked. I shook my head, barely able to speak. He worked his way back up to my thighs, then, and bent my knee towards me, so my pussy was now exposed to the horde, currently straining against the rope. His hands fluttered there, on my lips, then drew back, back up to my thigh and lower back. I heard the whirr of the vibrator and felt it against my ass, down my back, down to my ass again. I must admit – there is a certain pleasurable torment to being thus exposed, and so much at the mercy of someone’s hands. I imagined the men watching, waiting, and felt my submissive self give over, quite happily, to Kenneth’s magic hands. The vibrator was again thrumming on my ass, then Kenneth was shaking my arms. “Turn over,” he whispered, as though this torment was the most usual thing in the world.

I turned over, onto my back. Kenneth rubbed my hands, up my arms – the whir of the vibrator again – this time on my nipples. Kenneth vibrated, then pinched each one, then moved – so casually – down to my legs and thighs – then up once more to my pussy, now open and assuredly engorged for all to see. I groaned, tossed my head back and forth. Kenneth began to work my clit and my cunt, first with his vibrator, then, somewhat violently, with his hands, his fingers insisting on entrance, rubbing my clit hard, then retreating once more. I was in agony, I was tormented, and I knew I was being watched. At some point, Kenneth called Rick over, and Rick laughed as he rubbed my nipples and Kenneth continued to work my clit and my cunt, his vibrator coming so close – so close to my cumming – and then he would withdraw it again, his lovely instrument of torture.
At some point, I stopped thinking, and knew only that I wanted that lovely cum – that I had to have release, despite – or perhaps because of – the public venue, the watching, hungry men. At some point, I heard Kenneth chuckle, “And all these men – watching and waiting,” and then whisper, “Take your time, sweetheart,” and then, at some point, I came. I groaned, twisted, and panted on the table, and still there was Kenneth’s relentless vibrator, teasing and torturing my throbbing clit. After, as Kenneth began to wipe my arms with slightly damp paper towels, he turned to Rick and said, “She’s waiting for you to go down on her, you know.” In truth, I didn’t know if I could take any more clitoral stimulation, but Rick obligingly bent over and licked my clit and my cunt, much to the delight of the watching throng. I groaned again – I was spent, and could not cum, but it did not diminish my enjoyment.

After, Rick led me over to the table. I leaned heavily on him, feeling woozy and a bit weak. I was naked, and a bit chilled. Rick retrieved an extra shirt for me – one of his he’d thoughtfully brought along, and I sank, spent, into one of the chairs at our table. We sat and briefly chatted with a couple who had, when I was in the massage table, seated themselves at the other two available chairs. Rick bought another round of Cokes and, this time, surreptitiously slipped some rum into one of them. “You’ve earned this,” he said, and handed me the cup. Grateful, I took it from him and felt it slide all the way down my throat, into my stomach, perhaps down to my thirsting, tired clit. I felt the welcome burn of the rum – Rick had made it strong and sighed, content. But Rick was not yet done. “Hey,” he said, after I’d finished the drink, “Let’s take a walk.” So I followed him into the backroom, past the tormented hooded slave, past the bar. Towards the back, not quite against the wall, stood a narrow bench. Rick lifted me on it, so I was splay-legged on top of it. He began to kiss me as he pulled my shirt off and, again, the crowd began to gather. Rick leaned over me, lay me on the bench — he did not immediately beat the throng back, and I could feel a hand – so quickly, so stealthily – sneak into my cunt, then another into my ass. I groaned a little, a little afraid, and Rick whispered, “Don’t worry – your safe.” It was overwhelming – but though I was the vulnerable one, I also felt powerful – these men were waving their cocks – so hungrily – over my naked body – and they had gathered now, cocks out, and they did indeed surround me – a circle of hard cocks around the bench, over my body. I heard Rick say, “Look at these cocks, Kristin, reach around and touch them, they’re all hard for you,” and I followed his direction, my hands reaching out, following the circle – someone grabbed my hand and placed it firmly under his balls – another reached for my hand to wrap around his throbbing member. I lay back, moved my hands along the swollen throng, closed my eyes, and laughed.

Rick mounted me, then, and I could feel his cock slide inside me. “Oh, yes” I heard another voice – it wasn’t Rick, “Enjoy it, Baby – you’re safe – and this is all for you – and he’s going to cum in you so hard and fill you with so much cum . .” His words excited me further, and I tried to look around, to see who he was – in the crush and the dark, though, I couldn’t make out who was speaking – “Oh yes,” said the voice, “All these hard cocks for you – and he’s going to com – he’s going to fuck you.” There were hands on me, everywhere – hands on my nipples, hands on my arm, and cocks on my everywhere. Rick slipped inside me, pumped hard, groaning, whispering, “All this if for you, sweetheart, take a look at it.” I writhed against his hard cock, and I could feel I was soaking it and his balls. He came inside me, and I could feel cocks and semen on my belly, on my thighs – Rick was coming inside me, men were coming on my belly, on my thighs, in my hair, on my face. I laughed again, taking it in, excited, sated, content.

After, Rick pulled out. “All right, Gentleman,” he said once again, “Show’s over,” and he raised me from the bench. I laughed and leaned against his shoulder. “Did you like it?” He asked, “Oh, yeah,” I sighed, “Oh yeah, I liked it.”

We returned to the table, and Rick poured me another drink. While Rick was at the bar, someone walked by and whispered, “That was beautiful.” The young couple sharing our table – they’d only been there once before, and hadn’t participated in any scenes – looked at me and asked, “Okay, what did we miss?” I laughed, “Do you really want to know?” They did – I told them – and, for some reason, they were a lot friendlier after the recounting. . .

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