Sex Show Stories

‘She would never say where she came from Yesterday don’t matter if it’s gone While the sun is bright Or in the darkest night No one knows She comes and goes

Goodbye Ruby Tuesday Who could hang a name on you? When you change with every new day Still I’m gonna miss you.’

“Mroww?” my nosey Siamese cat said as I sang along with Mick.

“Hush up silly girl,” I said to Ling, “I’m not talking to you.”

Tail straight up in distain she leaped down from the stool next to the kitchen table where I was putting the finishing touches on a yeast-raised coffee cake. She ran into the living room.

“Everybody’s a damn critic!” I said as I slipped the cake into the oven.

Forty-five minutes later the enticing smell of warm cinnamon, plumped raisins and toasted walnuts wafted from my open windows as well as filling the hallways at 47 East 7th Street. I rummaged around in the fridge until I found the empty vacuum jar.

“Shit,” I said aloud to myself, “I’m out of coffee!”

Putting the cake on a rack to cool, I ran out to Schacht’s Deli to buy some beans and have them freshly ground. Just as I put the key in the front door I heard the seductive tones of a woman’s voice. I turned around.

“Hi Gordy, whatcha bakin’?” Kara’s tone was deliberately provocative.

She grabbed the bag out of my hands, stuck her nose in and took a deep breath.

“Mmmmm that smells fantastic! 100 Colombian, right?”

“Hi Kara,” I replied, and grabbed the bag back.

I was in no mood for her games.

“Yeah, Colombian, and the coffee cake just came out of the oven.”

“So, what’s a girl have to do to get a piece?” It was more of a leer than a smile.

Kara had the “hots” for me and, if I had a more suspicious nature, I’d swear she was stalking me. She’d developed the uncanny knack of appearing almost every time I entered or exited the premises.

“Come on upstairs, Kara,” I said throwing in the towel “I’m happy to share. I’ll even put up a fresh pot of java.”

She grabbed my arm and led me up to my own apartment.

Kara was an attractive red-head who lived on the first floor but she just wasn’t my type, what we refer to today as ample. My personal preference tended toward the more traditionally curvy, hour-glass types. Still, the way things were going lately I should have been more flattered when receiving a woman’s unsolicited attention.

As I prepared the coffee I became lost in thoughts of how quickly things can change . . .

Part 02: Sauce for the Gander

The summer had begun filled with incredible promise and things I could never have dreamed possible. Sheryl and Katarina had agreed to our ménage-a-trois arrangement and it was glorious - while it lasted. Kat had become disillusioned first and decided to return to her old boyfriend. Left alone together, Sheryl and I tried to act like a monogamous couple but neither of us was seriously committed. We were in an open relationship (I was already seeing Ronnie) and I wouldn’t have objected to Sherry’s extra-curricular activities if only she’d been honest about them! I mean, why’d she have to offer herself exclusively to my buddies? Convenient for her, certainly, but so terribly tacky!

In the days following Kat’s departure Sheryl became increasingly restive and argumentative. Rightly, wrongly or indifferently I decided enough was enough and I chose to confront whatever the problem was.

“OK Sher, I give up.” I demanded, “What the fuck’s wrong with you?” The best defense, I’ve always been told, is a good offence so I decided to be offensive and braced for her response.

She was balanced precariously, one foot on a stepstool and the other on the kitchen counter trying to hang one of her pen and ink drawings. She answered without turning.

“What makes you think that you’re the only one with needs around here?” Her tone was definitely combative.

“What needs of yours am I not fulfilling? I thought you loved what, when and how we do what we do?” I responded.

My offense melted into defensive silence. I held my tongue.

“Did you ever think - you ego-maniac - that what’s sauce for the gander might be sauce for the goose?” she spat out.

Sheryl’s response was, without question, a well considered challenge.

“Speak English Sher, OK? What in hell are you talking about?” I countered.

“Translation - oh dim-witted one - is: You like it with two women? Ever stop to consider that I might like it with two men?”

She turned her face toward me and, for the first time in days, smiled.

So - that was the problem. I’d indulged my fantasies and now it was to be her turn. I sat there pondering my choices then returned her smile.

“No problem, babe,” I said with as much conviction as I could muster, “Do you have someone in mind or would you like me to ask one of my buds?”

“Magnanimous offer - but I’ve already made the arrangements. We’re due at Miguel’s for dinner and debauchery Friday night.”

Her ear to ear grin said it all.

Miguel, I thought to myself, I never would have suspected Miguel. He always struck me as somewhat effeminate! I mean I liked the guy. He was one of my former classmates at NYU Grad School and we’d become good friends after I quit. Miguel had taken to showing up at my apartment at the strangest hours, usually to get high or listen to music. Had she already slept with him? Probably, but that was neither here nor there. At least I was invited.

Part 03: Ménage-a-Miguel

Friday night and Sherry was a bundle of nerves and a whirlwind of activity. She seemed more nervous than excited. We practically tumbled out the front door and hailed a cab on Second Avenue. The ride across town took only a few minutes. Miguel buzzed us in. He seemed almost as nervous as Sher did.

I lit a dube to break the tension while Sherry whipped out her kit and started to break up the coke rocks. After a few lines and a few hits Sher grabbed us both by our belts and alternately kissed our mouths. Sliding her hands down she caressed the ever increasing bulges in our bell-bottom jeans.

“Come on boys,” she said breathlessly, “let’s see what you got!”

We were all naked in an instant. Sherry drew us in toward her young and voluptuous body and we surrounded her!

“I’ve been dreaming about this,” she moaned as she pressed herself into Miguel’s body. From behind I reached between her legs and ran my fingers into her already sopping wet cunt. She spread her legs to give me better access. Sherry turned and thrust her tongue deep into my mouth while she straddled my rock hard member rubbing her steamy wet pussy over its entire length. Miguel kissed her neck and shoulders, ran his tongue down the length of her spine, spread her ass cheeks and began to rim her puckered rose bud. For a moment it felt as if he’d licked my cock as well but I dismissed the thought as - ridiculous.

Sherry took us both by the hand and marched us directly into Miguel’s bedroom. Not surprisingly she didn’t need to ask where it was. I had my answer.

We got into the bed with Sheryl in the middle. I noticed a bottle of baby oil on the nightstand and I began to apply it liberally all over her sweet succulent feminine form. She cooed with appreciation, took the bottle from me and greased both our swollen cocks. With a dick in each hand she pumped us enthusiastically while alternately burying her tongue in each of our waiting mouths. While she was busy kissing Miguel I slipped from her grasp and slid down her oil slick body. Spreading her delicious thighs, I ran my tongue up and down her sugary slit, pulled back the hood from her hidden jewel and sucked on her engorged clit. Sherry responded by flooding my mouth with her pussy juices and I lapped up every drop.

She moved her face down from Miguel’s, licking and sucking her way down to his swollen member. She took the head of his cock into her hungry mouth then immediately began to deep throat his entire length. Miguel’s eyes closed and a deep moan escaped from his open lips. He reached over and pulled on her sensitive nipples causing another flood of her molten honey to pour onto my tongue and down my throat. Slowly he shifted his position on the bed as she continued to suck and lick the entire length of his shaft. I plunged my tongue deep into her love tunnel and felt her respond happily to my ministrations.

Suddenly I felt a calloused hand on my engorged prick. I picked my head up from between Sherry’s legs and saw Miguel pulling me towards his open mouth! I shot up and pulled my hips away.

“Miguel!” I shouted. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”

Miguel looked at me like a child who’d been caught with his hand in the cookie jar. He moved his mouth as if to speak but no sounds came out.

I turned to a startled Sheryl,

“Babe, you’ve got to excuse us for just a minute. Please, just stay where you are.”

I pointed to my “bud” and spat out,

“You - kitchen now!”

Silently, eyes averted, he obeyed.

I could barely contain my rage. I felt violated betrayed. Miguel had crossed a line and he knew it. We stepped into the kitchen and I closed the door.

“What the fuck was that all about you you - asshole?”

The words came out in a staccato whisper. My hands clenched and unclenched in anger - my fingers itching to get around his neck!

Miguel hung his head and mumbled,

“Jeez Gordy,” he mumbled. “Why ju so andgry mayn? I din do nussing. Nussing happen! Dohn be andgry. Por favor?”

Suddenly everything became crystal clear. Miguel was bi-sexual. He wasn’t interested in Sherry. He was using her to get to me!

I shook my head.

“Miguel,” I began, “We’re here to fulfill Sherry’s fantasy not yours! Look, you can be my friend, you can be my buddy, you can come to my place and smoke my dope but that’s as far as it goes. I don’t know if I’m reading you right but I’m not gay, I’m not bi- and I’m not curious. You had no right to try to do what you did without discussing it with me first! Understand?” I could see the tears welling up in his eyes.

He nodded in agreement,

“I’m sorry mayn.” he said softly. “I din mean no harm. I saught everythin’ was okay to do! Ju forgeev me?”

Saying nothing I turned and went back to the bedroom. Sherry was sitting there smoking a joint.

“You two finished?” She could barely contain her anger at being left alone.

“Yeah, we’re done. We just had to come to an understanding - that’s all. We’re here for you! Isn’t that right Miguel?” I said and looked in his direction.

“Si,” he mumbled and crawled up next to Sheryl.

She passed me the joint. I took an extra long hit. Sherry got on her knees leaned over and put her head in between Miguel’s outstretched legs. I positioned myself between her legs and plunged my cock into her doggy-style. I pounded myself into her well oiled hole - taking out my frustrations with my stiff manhood.

After just a few minutes she pulled away from me, lifted herself up and stared at down at Miguel.

Then she turned to me angrily and said,

“What the fuck did you do to him in the kitchen?”

“Nothing - I talked to him - that’s all - I swear!” I replied.

Then I looked at Miguel. He’d lost his erection and couldn’t get it up. No matter how she licked, or sucked or stroked his dick he was beyond getting hard again. At least not for her! If it weren’t so pathetic I would have burst out laughing.

That’s when Sheryl saw the look on my face.

“Get your clothes on.” she snarled at me, “We’re leaving - right now! I won’t forget this Gordon!” As we exited she said without looking, “Goodnight Miguel. Thanks for - nothing!”

We walked home in silence. When we reached our building she turned and said,

“Go up to your own place Gordon. I’m done with you for the night. I blame this entire fiasco on your macho bullshit. We’ll talk tomorrow.”

I started to protest but she slammed her door in my face.

I would soon learn that my refusal to do whatever it took to satisfy Sheryl’s carnal desires would prove to be our undoing.

Part 04: Payback’s a Feminist Bitch!

The only thing that Sherry and I were really committed to was staying fit. Running was part of our regimen. One morning after a particularly strenuous workout we returned to the apartment to find Bobby and Alicia waiting on our front steps. Several years later I would be told that their visit wasn’t accidental. It had been planned as a feminist-inspired intervention.

Surprised by their presence I greeted them warmly (totally oblivious to the conspiratorial glances they shared with Sheryl). We all went into Sherry’s first floor apartment. I was in the process of describing our routine to Bobby when I chose my words incautiously and fell into the women’s trap,

“When we’re out training buddy I’m totally in charge. As far as Sher’s concerned my word is law. I tailor the workout and I call all the shots. I run her, then I walk her and then I run her again. You should see her, Bobby, the girl’s a thoroughbred!”

It was intended as a compliment!

“You filthy - God-damned male chauvinist pig!” Alicia screamed at the top of her lungs!

Shocked I whirled around to face her. She continued

“How dare you speak about a woman like she was an animal - and your property?”

Her face beet red! Completely taken by surprise I was unable to say anything in my own defense.

Bobby tried to calm her down but Sheryl picked up where Alicia left off.

“Fuck you - asshole!” she screeched. Her color was identical to Alicia’s. She plowed ahead,

“You’ve got some fucking nerve, Gordon! You’re worse than my ex-husband! Get the fuck out of my apartment! Get out! Get out now you piece of shit!”

Apparently this was the opening Sheryl had been waiting for and I’d stepped right into it. She wanted out of the relationship and I had been totally oblivious.

I went upstairs in stunned silence.

About half an hour later there was a knock on my door. It was Bobby and Alicia. Alicia spoke first in very calm and measured tones,

“Look Gordon, I’ve kept my mouth shut for as long as I could but your attitude toward woman stinks. Sherry’s been coming over to our apartment regularly complaining about you. Now I understand why Cassie left you and I support Sher in this not you. You have some very serious rethinking to do about your relationships with women and I suggest you start right now. Don’t bother going downstairs to Sherry’s to apologize. You’re not welcome there anymore. In fact, I’d appreciate it if you stayed away from me and Bobby for awhile. I think it’s better for all of us.”

She turned to Bobby “Come on babe, let’s go.”

Bobby, my old friend, faced me and said, “I’m sorry Gordy. That’s the way it’s got to be for right now. You were seriously wrong down there.”

Maybe Alicia wouldn’t have defended Sheryl so fervently or quickly if she’d known that she was fucking Bobby behind her back.

They turned and left without another word. I had been set up! It was devastating. In a heartbeat I’d lost my lover and my two best friends.

My intentions had always been good but there’s an old saying, “The road to hell is paved with good intentions.”

But there’s another old saying, “When one door closes another door opens.” It’s difficult to see the bigger picture when you’ve been dealt such a crushing blow but, as I was soon to learn, the pendulum swings both ways . . .

Part 05: Hello and goodbye.

“Hey Gordy,” Kara said, breaking my reverie, “What’s in the jar on the coffee table?”

“Weed,” I said over my shoulder as I poured the boiling water over the grounds in the Chemex pot. “It’s really potent - can you roll or do you need me?”

“No babe I can handle it!” I could feel her smile all the way from the living room.

Warm coffee cake resplendent with my cinnamon/walnut/raisin filling, strong hot coffee in earthenware mugs and killer weed was everything I needed to get me in the mood.

When Kara stripped and climbed into my bed I voiced no objection. I washed the cinnamon sugar from my lips with pussy juice. But the truth was that when I’d opened Kara’s “box” it turned out to be Pandora’s.

After that Saturday morning “delight” Kara wouldn’t leave me alone. As soon as I’d get home from work she’d be knocking on my door or my phone would start to ring. It was always her. Kara refused to take multiple hints to slow down and back off so I knew that we wouldn’t have much of a future. I changed my schedule and consciously avoided her.

I was already looking forward to my next sexual adventure.

“Get out of the bed lazy bones! Erin shouted as she yanked the sheets from my body. As I lie there rubbing my eyes and squinting at the clock I could tell it wasn’t even 7am yet. The 6 was pretty clear but the other numbers couldn’t be read through my kaleidoscope eyes.

The morning coolness in the room was familiar. Like every other day of her life Erin had just returned from her morning run and, as usual, had left the door wide open, allowing the cool outside air to sprint in with her and nibble at my now exposed body. As my eyes focused to the room and the light, I could now read that the clock said 6:46am. Looking at Erin I could only wish for half the energy she had.

Acting out the rest of what had become a morning ritual for us I grumbled a bit as I grabbed the sheet and pulled it back over me, flipping quickly as I wrapped it back over me. On my stomach now, Erin, as usual, pounced onto my back and started with her chirpy, upbeat prattle. Over the time that we had been together I had learned to filter out her words (which were always about all the things she saw while running that morning) and use it as a chance to lie there and give my other senses a workout. The feeling of her warm, toned body.

The sight of her well-conditioned form. The unmistakable smell of blended fragrances and sweat. All of these things were the real pleasures I enjoyed as her 125 pounds straddled me and urged me from my warm bed.

“How far did you go today? I finally asked.

“Three miles, she replied. But we took Lockerman Hill in record time. She proudly added. Lockerman Hill was a killer hill with a steep grade. Athletes got a true litmus test when they ran its mile-long path.

“We? I asked, surprised that her new running partner would be able to tackle it so soon after beginning running with Erin.

“Yeah, Erin replied, Jim struggled a bit but he used to run before he moved here. I’m whipping him back in shape pretty quickly! She said the last part with a sexy impish grin on her face as she shadowboxed the open space in front of her.

Starting to get up from the bed, I sunk back down and relaxed as Erin began getting ready to shower by stripping her clothes off. In seconds, she was standing a few feet away from me, completely naked. Continuing her conversation with me, Erin continued talking without the slightest hint of self-consciousness. Truth be told, she had no reason to be. She has a stunning form; tall, lean, and toned, she exemplifies the ideal female form. Well-shaped muscles and tight skin cover her 24-year-old body from head to toe. With a flat stomach and firm perky breasts that seem to defy gravity, its hard to find a flaw in Erin at all. As she went to the bathroom I made my way up and into the kitchen. Closing the door Erin had left open, Erin started talking again from inside the shower.

“Freddie, do you want to go out to dinner tonight? She asked.

“I guess so, I replied as I made my way to the refrigerator. Why do you ask?”

“Well, Erin said, Jim’s sister is in town and he is taking her out but he is kinda new to town too and he asked if we wanted to suggest a place to eat tonight. I thought it would be a good idea; we could help him out and you can meet him too.”

“Sounds fine to me. Go ahead and pick a place. I’ll be sure to be home by five. I said. After eating a quick breakfast and hitting the shower, I dressed and left for work.

When I returned home that evening Erin was almost ready to go out already. Hurry up and get ready hon, she said as I entered the door, I had to make reservations at Gurraco’s at seven in order to get a table.”

“Gurraco’s? I questioned in a surprised tone, My, My! We are certainly treating the visitors well, aren’t we?”

“Just hurry up! she said again as she pushed me towards the bathroom. I rushed to get ready and we made the trip across town with about ten minutes to spare. I could understand Erin’s urgency though. Gurraco’s was a very ritzy place to enjoy a meal and they didn’t hold reservations very long for us commoners when we didn’t show on time. Jim and his sister were in the lobby when we entered. The waitress escorted us to our table immediately and we introduced ourselves to one another as we walked towards the back of the restaurant.

After a quick handshake with Jim, he and Erin led the way with Jim’s sister and I falling in behind. We shook hands as we walked and she spoke first. Hi, I’m Heather, but you can call me Collateral’. She said with a humorous smile on her face.

“Freddie. Nice to meet you Heather. I said, all the while thinking to myself, Did she just say Collateral? What kind of name is that?”

After being seated and ordering appetizers the introductions proceeded further but Heather never mentioned her unusual nickname again. Jim had leaned over and whispered something to her as soon as they had sat down and I figured she was just cracking a private joke or I had heard her wrong.

The four of us chatted for a while, sharing some personal history with one another and Jim and Heather both seemed to be very nice people. Our dinner arrived and, as advertised, it was great. We ordered desserts and Erin excused herself, saying that she had seen an old friend and wanted to go say hello. Jim, Heather, and I continued talking and were getting along very well when Jim’s pager went off.

“You’ll have to excuse me for a minute. This must be fairly important or I wouldn’t have been paged; I’d better check it out. He said as he was standing up.

“So, Heather said. Kinda like getting voted off the island, huh? she said as she smiled.

“Yeah! I said with a real chuckle. During the evening I had come to appreciate Heather’s youthful demeanor. She was about as old as Erin but during the evening had made use of some words and phrases that had led me to believe she had a younger circle of friends.

We continued talking and I completely lost track of the time until I glanced down at my watch and saw that Erin had been gone for nearly thirty minutes. Heather looked at her watch and then at me with a What? expression on her face. I began scanning the restaurant with no sight of Erin anywhere. I stood up to get a better view but Heather broke in by placing her hand on mine and pulling me back down to the table.

“Umm, Freddie? She said without waiting for a reply. I need to tell you something. They’re gone.”

“What?! What do you mean, who? I blurted out. Jim and Erin. They’re gone…together. She said as she raised her eyebrow in a way that begged me to understand.

“What do you mean gone? And what do you mean together Heather? What the hell are you talking about? I asked rapidly, all the while standing from the table and becoming angrier by the second as I was quickly assuming her answers. Again, Heather pulled me down and this time she left her hand on top of mine.

“Ok, this is weird because I thought you knew but obviously you don’t so let me try to explain. She said. Realizing I was clueless but having a very good sense at what had just happened I sat there and asked her to go on. What she told me next was just unreal.

She said that Erin and Jim had become very attracted to one another and that they wanted to be with one another but never had. They had planned the evening’s events and had asked Heather to go along with the idea. Heather had, at first, thought that I knew what was going on but Jim had told her when they arrived at the restaurant that they had not told me.

“I thought it was just a swapping, open relationship or something Freddie. I didn’t know it was like this. She told me at one point.

“And you were going to just go along with it if it was? I asked her.

“Yeah, she replied with a smile, I’m open to new ideas. I’m not a prude.”

Although her candid and casual speech was lightening the mood, I was still furious and beleaguered.

“So what do we do now? I asked her.

“Well, she said, Do you remember when I introduced myself as Collateral earlier this evening?”

“Yes, I replied.

“Well, at the time I thought you knew all about this and I was trying to break the ice. I’m the collateral. She said.

“I don’t understand. I told her.

“Erin told me that she didn’t know if she could actually go through with all of this but if they left the restaurant and didn’t return after 20 minutes that my part was to stay with you until she returned. They had joked about it yesterday and had started calling me the collateral, that you would keep me until Erin came back. That’s why I said that.”

Suddenly, things were clearing up. This had been a planned out event, only I was not informed of the plans. The biggest thing that kept popping up in my mind was how Erin had become willing to act like such a slut. This was not like her at all. She was by no means conservative but this was extreme. As angry and furious as I was, I had to admit it was working out quite nicely. Jim had enjoyed a great dinner with Erin this evening and was now getting ready to lay her down and give her a good fucking and my girlfriend was all for it!

Heather was obviously not objecting and the strange events had a way of stirring some odd emotions in me as well. Sure, my girlfriend was probably somewhere sucking another man’s cock right now but at least she had left me with a hell of a consolation prize. At some point after ordering another nightcap and swigging it down I decided to be a good boy and play my part. After all, the alternative was to go home alone and be furious all night.

“What do we do now Heather? I asked with a smile, trying to let her know that I wasn’t going to do anything brash.

“Why don’t we go to your place? she said with a grin similar to the one Erin had flashed at me earlier that morning. I think it would serve your little slut right to come home tomorrow and see that you hadn’t been lonely tonight.”

Sensing that things were definitely improving, Heather and I left. Jim had even been nice enough to pick up the tab before he left.

Pulling out into the street, I glanced over to the passenger seat and really began to look at Heather closely for the first time. I had already noticed that she was a very attractive woman, very different from Erin in her looks, but still, very attractive, but I had not really looked her body over. Noticing me, Heather picked up playing the part perfectly. Like what you see, baby? she asked.

“Yes, very much. I responded.

“That’s nice baby, she purred, Because I’m going to make you forget all about how your girlfriend is sucking my brother’s cock tonight. Her play on words were drawing me between anger and arousal. Is she a good cock sucker Freddie? she asked as she slid closer to me and placed her hand on my crotch and began rubbing my cock through my pants. Does that slut suck you like you like to feel when you have your dick in a woman’s mouth?”

My dick was quickly responding to her nasty words. She unzipped my pants and wrapped her fingers around my cock. As she spoke she would tighten and loosen her grip with her tones as she slowly stroked me. What’s the matter baby? Why are you so hard? I’ll bet I know what it is. I’ll bet Erin is a little goody two shoes, isn’t she? She probably hasn’t been sucking your cock at all, has she?”

“Well my brother won’t go for that, she said as she quickened her strokes. By the time he’s finished making her swallow his big prick tonight she’ll be eager to give you what you need every day. Throbbing harder now, my cock began leaking pre-cum onto Heather’s fingers. Noticing, she pulled the side of her index finger up to her lips and tasted it. Mmm! she said, I think I need to take your mind off of your girlfriend. I hope we’re not too far from your house.”

A few minutes later we pulled into my driveway. I got out of the car and she slid out on my side also. Closing the door behind her, she pushed me back into the fender of the car and began a long and wet kiss. As her tongue raced inside my mouth I could feel her lips pressing firm against mine and then the rest of her body followed suit as her tits and hips pressed into me. Her hands were at my waist as we continued kissing until she began tugging at my pants. Unable and not wanting to stop her, Heather slid my pants and underwear down my legs.

Breaking from our kiss, she immediately descended until she was on her knees in my driveway with her hot, wet mouth on my cock. I briefly tried to come to my senses, wandering what the neighbors would think if they saw me standing in my driveway getting my dick sucked by this hot blonde but she broke my will to resist her as her tongue raced up and down my throbbing cock, unashamedly making lewd slurping noises as she took me in and out of her mouth.

My balls began constricting as I watched her long blonde locks splash back and forth over my cock. Her blonde hair was very different from the view I normally enjoy when Erin’s jet-black hair is in that position. As she threw her head back I caught a view of her lips as they brushed against my pubic hair, trying to go even deeper. Beginning to feel an inevitable orgasm coming, I grunted, not knowing what Heather wanted to do. She quickly stood and turned me towards my car and began jacking me off furiously. Within seconds I started blasting streams of cum across my car hood. I was still cumming as Heather pulled me towards the house.

“I bet we have some catching up to do! she said as we stumbled past the door and through the house towards the bedroom.

“What do you mean? I asked.

“Well, knowing my brother, he’s probably already fucked your girlfriend’s little pussy two or three times by now. We don’t want to be left behind do we?”

Before I could answer we had made it to the bedroom. Eyeing the bed she began helping me out of the rest of my clothing. Kicking off her shoes, she jumped to the center of the bed and, on her knees, began drawing me towards her. My hands found the outside of her thighs as we kissed and I began pushing her dress up to her waist.

“You know baby, she panted as she slid her panties down until they rested on her right ankle, I really enjoyed sucking your cock for you out there in the driveway. But I’m going to enjoy giving you the best fuck of your life right here on your and Erin’s bed.”

My cock was already beginning to feel sore and red from the intense blowjob Heather had given me on the way home but it had begun hardening again, as I was eager to screw this young beauty’s brains out. Pulling her top down, she was now wearing her skirt like a belt. A moist blonde patch of wet hair was sitting in the spot where I normally fucked Erin and her aroma caused my dick to twitch and stir even more.

Grabbing her by the waist I quickly pulled her to me, holding her waist with one hand while grabbing a handful of her large, round tit with the other. This was not going to be gentle or caring. Heather’s actions and words had gotten me worked up into a sexual craze. All I could think about at the time was Jim fucking my girlfriend over and over and me doing the same to Heather. Heather’s tits were much larger than Erin’s.

Grabbing one roughly I began kneading it firmly as I put my tongue to her nipple. She let out a gasp of excitement as I licked and sucked on her and then another as I ran my other hand through her pubic hair very quickly and split her wet pussy lips. Running two fingers inside her and being covered with her hot cunt’s juice, I decided I had to fuck her right then. Pulling her up, I pushed my thick, swollen head past her lips and buried my cock deep inside her on the first push. She responded by wrapping her arms and legs around my body and pulling closer.

Still sitting in the middle of the bed she began riding my cock as I moved up and down until she was practically bouncing up and down on my cock like a pogo stick. Faster and harder, the room was overtaken by noises of our bodies slapping together in a wet, smacking sound, my grunts, and her rhythmic Oh’s and Ughn’s”.

“That’s it baby! she screamed. Fuck me…fuck my little pussy baby…fuck my little cunt real good!”

“Oh God! Oh God! I’m gonna cum! was all she could get out as she started slowing down, arching her back more. Lying her on her back, I raised to my knees, grabbed her ankles, and spread her legs wide. Her pussy was gaping now like it has just passed a tennis ball, wet and red but begging for more. Fully stuffing my cock into her again, she gasped as I felt her hot little muff squeeze my cock. Holding her legs spread wide as I resumed pumping in and out of her I began kissing her ankles and feet, my tongue licking and darting up and down her foot and leg.

“Play with your clit, I told her. Rub it while I fuck this little pussy. Obeying immediately, she shamelessly began pinching and rubbing her little button in a lewd manner, writhing as my strokes became outright pounding. Her large tits rolled back and forth as I watched her eyes roll back and forth as she gasped for air when I would withdrawal.

“You like that, baby? I shouted. You like getting fucked by my big hard cock, don’t you?”

A series of Ahs”, Mmms and Eees was all she could muster, not able to catch her breath to speak as I relentlessly hammered her with my dick. Her squeals became higher pitched as she approached her orgasm until she finally caught enough breath to speak.

“You’re making me cum! she hissed. Yeah, fuck me! Fuck me! That’s so good! God, I’m cumming!”

My prick stiffened even more as I felt her body begin to shake. I gonna cum, baby! I managed. Close. Gonna cum! Gonna…cummmm! I could see her flat stomach still twitching as line after line of white sperm splattered across it. Wiping her stomach clean as best she could with a sheet, we lie back on the bed and dozed off for what seemed like minutes.

At 6am the alarm went off that Erin set each morning for her runs. After taking a few moments to become coherent, I realized that Erin wasn’t there and fumbled to turn it off. The sound had woken Heather and she rolled over and began rubbing her hands up and down my side and stomach. I was starting to come back to my senses and become angry as I came to terms with what Erin and I had done last night but Heather reeled me back in before I could do anything.

Without saying a word she sat up in the bed across from me and began rubbing her feet up and down my legs. The farther she crept towards my groin, the more my flaccid cock began to stir. By the time her toes made their way up to my balls, I was solidly erect and horny. Just then the telephone rang. Heather began running her painted toes up and down my prick as I answered.

“Hello. I said.

“Good morning honey. said the weary voice on the other end. It was Erin.

“Did you have a good time last night? I asked in a pseudo angry tone.

“Oh yes dear. It was everything I hoped it would be. Jim is insatiable. He didn’t stop fucking me until about an hour ago. Erin said calmly. Does it run in the family? she asked cheerfully.

“Yes it does, I replied as I watched Heather continue stroking my cock with her toes.

“Is she still there? Erin asked.

“Yes, she’s getting ready to give me a wonderful blowjob.” I replied. Taking the cue, Heather smiled as she rose up and buried her mouth over my cock.

“Well, I’ll let you go then, Erin replied. I’m sure Jim is going to want to fuck me again before he turns me loose. Oh, by the way dear, Jim shaved my pussy last night before he fucked me but don’t worry, I’ve got everything on tape! Bye Honey!”

Click.

As I hung the phone up I returned my attention to Heather. She was being very attentive to my cock as her tongue and mouth moved up and down my long shaft. I held her long blonde away from her face as I watched her lips slowly work their way up and down my prick. I lie back and enjoyed her rhythm as I visualized what it must have been like for Jim to shave Erin’s pussy bald and then fuck her perfect little body all night long.

Knowing that my girlfriend had developed a taste for being another man’s slut had stirred some mixed feelings. Heather continued sucking me, paying special attention to the head of my cock. Sucking it harder, she would pop it away from her lips and rub the head up and down her cheek before sliding it back into her mouth. After only a few minutes, I was ready to explode. Sensing I was close, Heather picked up the pace and the familiar wet, slurping sound filled the room.

As I began cumming I placed my hands to the back of her head. Holding her by the hair, I shoved her mouth over my cock as far as I could, pushing my cock deep into her throat. As I began to cum she adjusted herself, tilting her head back farther as she swallowed a few hot shots of cum, looking at me the whole time.

“Erin would never swallow when I came but all of that may have changed last night. I thought to myself as Heather got up and went into the bathroom. A lot may have changed since last night and I think I am going to have fun finding out.

I had just put my girlfriend on a plane for home. Unfortunately I was going to be spending spring break at school doing research. Ever since moving to Boston to go to grad school in History, I had been extraordinarily lucky with the ladies. The men in Boston tended to be rather effeminate, and while some chicks liked having a guy like them to talk to some chicks still liked the rugged Marlboro man type. I was from Tennessee and it showed. Not too many folks wear cowboy boots in Boston! And I had had a lot of offers during my first semester at school. But I had settled down with Emily, a Buffalo NY girl who appreciated the fact that I didn’t buy into all that sensitive politically correct crap. Emily was amazing in bed, and I was actually beginning to love her, but she was going to be gone for nine days, and I wasn’t looking forward to the blueballs.

Taking the subway back from the airport took almost an hour and I kept noticing all of the attractive women in their spring dresses fresh from the mothballs of winter. One girl in particular caught my eye. She got on my train at the third stop and sat right across from me. She was Latino with beautifully brown skin and a killer body. Her hair was red (obviously dyed) and kept back in a ponytail. Her legs were amazing and her high heels were open in the front showing a perfect pedicure. She must have money. I had to switch trains soon and thought that would be the last I saw of her. But she got off at the same stop and then got back on the same car of the same train I was on and sat across from me again. I made eye contact with her and her stare was so bold that I got embarrassed. Could she be following me? I had to make one more train switch and decided that if she got on the same train as I did again, then I would talk to her.

Sure enough she changed trains again and this time there was no room to sit and she stood right next to me. She was facing away from me but when the train began to move she bumped into my crotch with her rear end. I had to take that as a sign and I eased my crotch into her backside, not too subtle, but not obvious enough that it would cause a problem if she really wasn’t interested. She sensed what I was doing an reached back with her hand that wasn’t holding the railing and gently squeezed my cock through my jeans. Ok, now I had the go ahead. Any worries I had about cheating on my girlfriend went out the window. My stop came and went and I just stood there pressing my rapidly growing dick against her backside. When the train stopped a few stops later she glanced over her shoulder at me and licked her lips. I followed her off of the train and up the stairs to the street.

She knew that I was following her and kept up a quick pace for about five blocks. Finally she stopped at a door put in a key and disappeared from the street. I was about twenty yards behind her so I saw where she went in. This was my last chance to come to my senses and back out, but I just couldn’t stop myself from ringing her apartment door. A voice came over the intercom. “Who is it?” said a sultry Spanish voice. “It’s me, from the train.” I answered feeling like a total yokel. “Come on up, its the third floor the door is unlocked.” I nearly flew up the stairs and when I stepped into her apartment all I could see was a couch in a small living room with a couple doors off of it. She had lit some candles and sat a cold beer next to the couch. I heard a voice come from the other room. “Have a seat and enjoy a beer, I’ll be with you in a moment.” I sat there drinking my beer and checking out her apartment for about ten minutes. She was obviously a student like me. The furniture and books gave it away.

Finally she entered the room. “A couple of rules first” she said, “this only happens once. When we’re done you forget about where I live and never try and contact me again. One final thing, I don’t want to know your name and you don’t want to know mine. So for convenience you can call me Maria. Do everything I say and this will be the best night of your life. Ok?” I just nodded yes and waited for further instructions. She was wearing a long robe and still had her high heels on. She went to the other side of the room and turned off the lights and put on some soft classical guitar music. Then she blew my mind by dropping the robe. She had on a white bra and panties (probably Victoria’s Secret) and nothing else except her shoes. She looked amazing and her dark skin set off her ensemble perfectly. I didn’t want to do anything to piss off this obviously very controlling woman so I just sat there in awe.

She started to dance to the music a little and kept her gaze on me the entire time. God, this woman was intense. “Can I ask you one question?” I said. “Just one!” she answered. “How old are you?” “I’m twenty four. Now no more question.” She danced for a couple more minutes and then approached me and unbuttoned my shirt. “Pull it off.” She said. I did what I was told and sat back again. She reached behind her and slowly undid her bra, but she didn’t take it off completely. She slowly wiggled her arms until it fell off of her and let her amazing breast swing free. This chick had the most amazing breasts I had ever seen. They were large, but perfectly firm. I didn’t think that breasts like that existed anywhere but in playboy. She straddled me on the couch and began to rub them on my bare chest. Finally she made it apparent that I could suck them and I greedily dove into her nipples eager to get as much of her tit flesh into my mouth as I could. I sucked on one while I pinched gently at the other. He nipples stood out from her breasts almost a centimeter. God, how did I get this lucky?

After about five minutes of this she slid down and off of me and began to tug on my zipper. “I hope you’ve got enough of a cock to please me.” She said. “It felt good in the train but sometimes it’s hard to tell what will happen to a cock when it begins to swell.” I wasn’t worried about living up to her expectations as I was relatively well endowed and my girth was particularly impressive. When she finally got my zipper undone she jerked my jeans and my boxers to my ankles in one violent pull. She smile at me obviously pleased that I was as big as she had hoped. “Not exactly the longest cock I’ve ever seen” she said, “but it certainly will do the trick.” She dug her fingernails into my ballsack just to remind me that she was in charge and then lowered her head onto my cock. Despite her comment, I felt confident that she wasn’t used to dicks this big around in her mouth because she really had to struggle to deep throat me. She really was good and I began to worry that I was going to loose it in her mouth really soon. I grabbed the base of my cock and squeezed. “Not so fast buddy. You don’t get to get off before I do.” With that she stood up and placed my hands on her ass cheeks.

She obviously wanted me to take her panties off and I obliged, and to my amazement I saw the most amazingly perfect pussy I had ever seen. It was entirely shaved. Not even a wisp of hair above her clit. “What are you staring at? Lick it!” she climbed onto the couch and dropped her pussy right onto my face. I had eaten my share of pussy before buy had never really enjoyed it, but this was different. Maybe this was just such an amazing situation that I got carried away, or maybe it was the fact that her crotch was completely bare but I dove into her slit like I was a starving man and it was a steak dinner. I licked her clit and shoved my tongue into her hole with such vigor that I soon had her writhing above me like a woman possessed. I got an idea, it was too nasty to try with my girlfriend but when would I be with such a slut again. I tentatively flicked my tongue down onto her asshole and she went nuts. Wow, that must really feel great to her so I just licked her anus for all that I was worth. She finally pulled away from me and stared me in the eyes. “I was hoping you would a naughty one. You really could tell just what I wanted, now are you prepared to go the distance. I’m not going to fuck you, because I hate condoms and I’m not on the pill so if you want me to get you off you are going to have to put that big cock of yours where your tongue just was.”

That sounded fine with me. I had never licked much less fucked a girl’s ass before but I was prepared to do whatever this Mexican-angel wanted me to do. I was still sitting on the couch where I had been for the last half an hour so she just sat right on my lap facing me. She reached back with her hand and grabbed my hard cock and put it at the entrance of her butt. She hadn’t allowed me to kiss her yet, but she leaned forward at this moment and put her full lips to mine. As her tongue entered my mouth she sank slowly down onto my cock. Her rectum felt great, warm and tighter than any pussy I had ever been inside of. She wanted me to fuck her butt, but she actually ended up fucking me. She raised and lowed her anus on my cock with delicious slowness, never once breaking the deep kiss that we were sharing. She fucked me like this for probably fifteen minutes then she broke our kiss and commanded me “DO NOT CUM IN MY ASS! I want you to tell me before you cum because I want to see it. I want you to cum on my face. Do you understand?” “Yes, I understand.” I panted. This chick had seen one too many porn movies! I fucked her ass for another three or four minutes before I just couldn’t hold off anymore. “I’m going to cum soon I told her.” “Hold it in, let me get on my knees. Don’t you shoot until I’m ready to catch it in my mouth.” She literally jumped off of my dick with a terrifically squishy sound. She was on her knees between my knees in seconds. I tried to stand up so that I could really aim my cock at her mouth, but she pushed me back onto the couch. “Stay there.” She said.

I jacked my cock for all that I was worth as she licked the opening of my penis with her tongue and massaged her testicles. “Come on, do it! Cum on me. NOW!” I just couldn’t hold it in anymore and I began to cum. The world seemed to slow down to half speed as I fired off shot after shot of hot semen. The first volley was a small one and it landed on her chin, it was clear and thin and ran down onto her breasts. The second blast however was almost all sperm, thick and white. It rocketed out the end of my cock and hit her square in the forehead. Again I fired and landed an arching glob in her awaiting mouth she closed her mouth to swallow and I splashed her lips with two more volleys. I continued to pump my cock until I had emptied what felt like a gallon of cum onto her face and into her mouth. My favorite part was the shot of sperm that nearly went up her left nostril. But she took it all in stride and seemed to love each and every squirt that I had to offer her. When I was done, she lowered her head onto my still hard dick and sucked it a few times, ending with a bite that was just a bit painful. “That was for getting your cum up my nose.”

She stood to her feet and walked into her kitchenette to get a towel. She wiped the cum off of her face and tits and then threw the towel at me. “Clean up and leave.” She said still trying to sound like she was in charge, but a slight quiver in her voice showed that she knew she had been truly fucked. I may not have been her equal but I certainly gave her more than she expected. When I had wiped the cum from my crotch and the pussy juice from my chin I dropped the towel on the couch and pulled up my jeans and put on my shirt. She came and took the towel and walked away to the bedroom. “You can find your way out she said.” “Yes I can” I answered her “hey, Maria. Thanks, you were great.” She stopped and turned her head toward me. “Yeah” she giggled, “You were pretty good too. It’s a shame we can’t do this again. Goodbye.” I walked out of the door never to see her again.

Or did I?

The way I remember it may diverge from reality but the memory is so strong that I cannot help but relate it here to you. A remembrance that needs to be shared. If it was not as written here, excuse the differences but know that the thoughts of it as shown are as real as the encounter.

The invitation to dine and enjoy one another’s company was hardly unexpected. We had done as before and even enjoyed out time in one particular restaurant outing far more than the menu would have allowed. Still, the anticipation that crept over me as I approached your door tightened my stomach and caused excitement in my loins just as I rang the bell. Certainly that was what caused the next events my sudden forwardness and what followed. Although, as a willing participant I suppose there was notable contribution on your part as well.

It was when you opened the door and stood, half hidden behind it to allow for this large-framed human to enter that the cautions started to blow out that same door on the wind from inside you chamber. Your dress, that wonderful covering that revealed not so much skin as to be instantly arousing revealed your shape. That’s all I needed. The first full surge of blood into my loins rushed at once. Could you notice by my somewhat shuffling gait upon entrance? Perhaps not.

You turned and explained that you would just be a moment and turned to retrieve your other items for the evening. I caught your elbow the first contact with your skin sending electricity through me as though the live wires of your nervous system were grounded to this moment. I simply turned you and pulled you closer, gently. Your look, I recall, was a mixture of delight and curiosity. Slipping my arm about your waist and drawing you near as you slid your arms up my chest and over my shoulders in warm embrace started our dance.

As I lowered my head to kiss you I wondered for just an instant how far you had to reach onto your toes to affect the action. As our mouths came together it was you’re the taste of your lips that caused the sudden “jump” in my crotch that I wondered if you felt. Pulling you closer to me as we kissed first casually, then more fully but not fully passion-ridden, I could feel the heat of you coming through that dress. As our lips parted to gaze and gauge our mutual reactions your hips seemed to move forward, or at least that was my desire, and rested so very comfortably against mine.

So there I stood, knees bent, head bowed in order to be close to the desirous mouth of yours and to look into your eyes. You kept your ballet posture thankfully not being fully on-point as you returned a longing glance. Speaking volumes with your eyes alone. It was your smile that made me move next to the actions that ensued. There I saw a wickedness and delight. Your lips curled just in a fashion that said to me that here was what I wanted and that the want would not be deferred. Was that anticipation I saw as well? My memories say yes.

I placed my hands then at your waist and encouraged you to lower your feet. Standing in your shoes as opposed to off of the heels. Once grounded again, it was those hands of mine again moving of their own will that pursued the goals of the entrance. They rode up the sides of your dress gauzy as it was still feeling like a full wall between them and the desired aspects of you. Trying to be coy, I admit now, I allowed my thumbs to run alongside your breasts finding out what other materials were between them and you. Pushing them along the sides of them and then lightly touching just the outer aspects of where your nipples begin. What magic that touch brought.

As though a start button had been pressed I noted that you immediately slipped out of your shoes. Yes, now you were decidedly less proximal to my mouth but that just meant my leaning more and bending more to fully enclose your mouth with mine. It also meant that my hips had to move harder into you. The next sequence was almost teenage in action. One hand moving to your ass and not quite gripping it, but holding it, lifting your hips to me. The other hand now behaving as if we were in some high-school prom party moving fully onto one very clothed breast. Still I could feel that erect nipple forcing its way forward to be touched, I thought.

Not without skills are these fingers of mine, as you’ve come to know, and that hand at your ass ran immediately to assess the bindings of the first layer of resistance between you and me. The zipper came down almost as if gravity had increased though we know it was my pulling that accomplished the task. Returning to the top of the garment, the hook there was loosed in an instant and then that same hand could feel the skin of your back directly as it parted the gown. To be sure it was my front hand that kept your dress in place as long as it did. Clutching your breast and the material over it. This while now kissing you so deeply and pressing my hardening member through gabardine and tricot toward you.

You are the sly one and the one with sufficient resistance to the action to recognize the obvious. You pushed just slightly away from my clutches and then stood before me. A simple shrug of the shoulders and your dress was gravity’s slave and on the floor. I took the opportunity, you’ll recall, to discard my sport coat and began unbuttoning my shirt as I stared at you in your slip and stockings. However, it was your hands at work that loosed the remaining buttons and your hands that slipped my shirt away. It was also your hands that drew back over my chest and down my belly to work at the belt while I hop-footed out of my loafers.

We moved from the piling laundry in the foyer and you, pulling at the top of my underwear to lead, were the guide. I could not help it, in explanation now, I wanted to feel you closer. That’s why we paused before entering the bedroom and why I removed your slip just outside the door. I was surprised only mildly that there was not a brassiere in place beneath. There was some planning on your part for ease of access I assumed. I just wanted your flesh pressed against mine. That’s why I wrapped you in my arms and pulled you closer.

What I didn’t realize at the time, my hands occupied with feeling the skin beneath my fingertips, my mouth engaged with yours, that your hands were busy as well. It was only when I felt your hand brush against my now bare ass that I knew you had pulled the underwear down. There was no way no to notice those hands of yours grabbing and stroking my near-fully erect member. Your glance at it, not to mention that small chuckle escaping your lips, told me to be in your control for just a moment longer. That’s why I waited to proceed until we were next to the bed.

You sat and simultaneously slipped off your hose and panties. They were not going to be necessary from this point forward. I, again doing my best imitation of a circus acrobat/clown, hopped on alternating feet to get my own socks off not wishing to be clich in the scene that followed. You were the starting point next.

Yes, I realized that you wished to do otherwise at that point but my hunger was too great. That is why I loomed over you as you sat there and encouraged you to lie back you feet still on the floor. I wanted other tastes and my desires became a bit selfish. The heat building all too rapidly now I tasted each of your breasts as I leaned over you. You, propped on your elbows watching as I nipped at the ends of each of them. Kissed them and then leading with my lips, kissed down your body to the top of your mound.

Perhaps it was a bit too subservient in posture but you didn’t seem to mind, when I knelt in front of you. More correctly in front of your shins since they were still vertical while the rest of you relatively horizontal. Regardless of subservience, it was my desire to spread your knees. It was my desire to run both my hands up your inner thighs simultaneously. It was a natural act to allow those hands to diverge when they reached the creases at the top where your hips are met. One continuing further up you as you watched from your propped position. The other going laterally and to your visibly wet pussy.

The position being what it was, the next thing that happened was out of circumstance as much as anything else. You know well enough what some of my preferences are and this approach, as different as it was, was only intended as a temporary stopover anyway. Sure, you know all this know but you now know that this was my intention clearly at the time.

With one hand now rolling an erect nipple carefully I focused my eyes on the magic place between your legs. An odd approach at first, your look was almost one of being perplexed, until my thumb, more agile than it should be, penetrated the folds of your damp pussy lips and landed gracefully atop your clit. Even an appendage that large has some agility and it was that simple, circular rubbing there on your marvelous button that really moved things faster. I saw the change in your eyes immediately as you continued to watch. That time of watching was running out I knew from the expression you had when that thumb slipped the length of your clit downward and eased into that remarkably wet entrance of yours. Probing.

I know you didn’t mind when I moved my upper hand to the opposite breast no sense in one being neglected. I also know you didn’t mind when I turned the lower hand palm up and slid my middle finger deeper into you. Pressing upward with the tip until I located your slickest place inside. Finding that small area there the rubbing across your sweet spot caused you to forget about watching. You reclined fully to the feelings of having your spot rubbed and your breasts caressed, tweaked and held.

I confess, it was never my intention to neglect that wonderful clit of yours and though it may have seemed like hours, it was but seconds from when you lowered your head until my tongue first probed between your pussy folds to find it. The taste of your juices driving me even wilder and now my lips closed over all that was exposed. Sucking on your lips and clit until that little mushroom emerged from its covering between my lips. This made for the most wonderful adagio atop it with my tongue. All the while my finger sliding along inside that tight canal of yours. A freighter in a small lock moving forward and back in order to effect a rising of the liquid inside.

There was so much occurring so rapidly that I did not want to waste more time, but I was enjoying your taste so very much that I went too far. It was an accident. Before I knew what was happening yes it did take some time I admit but I was distracted you started to tremble and your first release came in a rush. Likely something to do with the combined fingering inside you and the sucking at your mini-member that was the culprit.

That’s why I backed off and very slowly rubbed just the edges of your spot. That’s why I only occasionally licked at your swollen clit. That’s why I continued though to bring you back to near the peak again. You were so compliant with these urges. What a marvelous partner you are. As the re-building continued you managed to prop yourself up again and reached with one hand to my shoulder to gain my attention. The unspoken request, my assumption actually, resulted in my standing and pulling back to seated on the edge of the bed by your delicate hands.

Those hands that fell immediately to my stiff cock. The one bouncing in front of you while you assessed and smiled and then licked. The most delicate squeezing of the shaft near the head of it pushing out the precum that you daintily cleaned off. Then you ran your hands down it and held it in both while your mouth took it the remainder of it. Your lips were so very welcome around the head of it. The way your tongue flicked under it. The looks that came once in a while as you moved your head back to assess the status of both of my heads. One expressionless and the other nearly laughing with delight.

As you continued to work the end of my member with your mouth and then took more of it inside you, there was little time to waste, I felt. Yes, this was as much as any man should want, but it was not what we truly wanted for ourselves in that moment. My hands in your hair ruining your preparations for public exposure that evening I guided your mouth over my cock repeatedly and then held you in place for a moment.

Your look of puzzlement lasted so briefly as to be nearly a fleeting shade over your face. I needed to be inside your other entrance. You read that very well and very rapidly. Your slow recline at my urging was marvelous and your expression a reflection of my wantonness as well as your own. You lifted your legs and leaned up a bit to grasp my now throbbing cock. The position was too much and you reclined as I gripped the base of the swollen shaft to guide it where I wished it to go. Seemingly as a form of acrobatic perched on one arm above you, the other leading my hand through the base of my cock to point the reddened head of it just so. The end of my cock pressing first against your full-swelled lips and prying your clit out again to have the tip of my “third arm” rub against it briefly. The tip of my cock nearly exploded at that contact I must reveal now. That is why I moved it lower and guided just the very tip of it inside that tight and tightening channel of delight. Holding it there for what seemed to me an eternity just inside your opulent orifice my pretense being allowing ourselves to settle in was exquisite torture. We moved, my arm now supporting the other half of upper body, my feet digging into the carpet to allow full leverage, your legs rising and encircling me.

That’s when I pushed a littler further into you. Holding again as I felt your already spasming pussy envelop this new inch of entrance. That slight withdrawal made all the never endings along the ridge at the head of my cock come totally alive. Then pressing forward further now this time the hesitation less in time and the withdraw for the next stroke less than the forward thrust so deep into you. Your noises already beginning to emerge from deep within you.

The long and slow slides on which I rode into and near out of you were wondrous. Each one a separate journey allowing me to feel all of your muscles inside grip and pull especially as my hips moved away from you. Your feet, now wrapped onto my back urged me forward as though to aid. Your hands above your head arms extended as though the reach for the tip of my cock should it emerge from the top of your head. This amusing thought is the one that caused that slight laugh you heard.

My mouth went to yours and my hip movements became more forceful, if not more expeditious, over the next while. Feeling your talented inner musculature work the length of my cock repeatedly was bringing me close to rapture. Another confession, after a while I tried multiplication tables mentally to delay the wonderful inevitable release. Also watching you and whatever your mental gymnastics were seeking the expressions that come over your face as you are ready to cum.

When the pace increased and we both were ready I did peek. I looked at your face closely. I watched as the passion washed over you. It started from your toes; I choose to remember, this time. Your heels digging into me. My hips lunging now into you. Your pussy gripping tighter and tighter over particularly the head of my cock as it became fully charged.

I have a difficult time recalling what words I spoke just at the moment I began to spew into you from my exploding rod. I can recall your moans and other sounds perhaps I was silent but I think not. There was so much release in those seconds of ejection into you that nearly all sounds were distant. What I clearly remember though was your nipples grazing my chest as I arched my back forward and then rearward for each cum-laden thrust in those final moments. I loved the way they felt and remain amazed at how hard they were.

I also remember most tenderly lying with you afterward. Holding you and feeling different parts of you with different parts of me. Then too I remember feeling out mingled emissions along your inner thighs as I reached there with my fingers finally. Swirling in them and spreading them further. And I remember the kisses we exchanged while we both twitched and spasmed from the afterglow of what we had concluded.

That’s how I remember it. So when called to task for why we had missed our dinner reservation by the maitre d’, I feigned I could not reply but only beg for seating at the absurdly late hour it had become. The radiance from both of us likely gave away the cause of the delay but no matter. I don’t recall much after that with the same clarity of those minutes before we left.

“Can you spare any change, please?”

It was such a familiar line, heard a thousand times a day in the city. The same tired, whining tone of someone who’d said it over and over and had no reply, no kindness. I was walking home late after a hospital shift the likes of which they’d warned me about at college non-stop, hectic, difficult . I tried to let the tension leave my shoulders and was already fantasising about the glass of whiskey, fat joint of excellent Thai grass and football on the VCR.

“Excuse me, can you spare any change? Just for some food.” It was a tiny voice and not at all like the others. I turned to see a girl huddled next to some dustbins a couple of blocks from my front door. “Just a pound, Sir, to get myself some food?” I stopped and looked at her. She had on so many layers of clothes it was difficult to tell if she was 16 or 60, but as I peered at her, she lifted her head and I could see she was young, very pale and clearly freezing to death.

“What are you doing out here? Haven’t you a home you can go to?” She shook her head slowly, shivering.

“I can’t live there. I’ve nowhere to go. Can you help me with some change?” Her voice was filled not with the drudgery of the long-term vagrant, but with the genuine fear of a young girl in a horribly difficult position. What could I say?

“Everywhere is closed around here by this time,” I said. “There’s a 24-hour shop near the tube station but that’s 20 minutes’ walk away.” She shrugged.

“Maybe I’ll get something tomorrow morning, a hot drink or something. Its cold.” She was shivering pitifully and was dangerously pale.

Oh, for God’s sake.

“Look, I’m not being funny or anything, but I’m a junior doctor and I can see that you’re in a lot of trouble out here. The weather forecast is for snow you could die on the pavement on my very own street, and I can’t have that.” She looked at me, waiting for the help which seemed to be coming. “If you can get yourself up, and if its OK with you, I’d like you to come to my flat, get a hot drink and some dinner, get cleaned up, and let’s make some calls and see if we can’t do something for you. I’m not having you turning into an icicle on the damned pavement. You’re too young to be out here.” There was passion in my voice, which surprised me. Perhaps I felt that the young, the innocent, needed a break. Whatever, she brightened immediately.

“Thanks! Do you live near here? Are you sure its not too much trouble?”

I pointed down the street. “I’m right there, a few doors down. And no, I don’t mind. I’d far rather that than I come down here in the morning and find an ambulance taking you away with hypothermia or something. Come on, let’s get out of the cold.”

She painfully knelt up, then stood. I offered my arm and she pulled herself up. She smelled pretty bad body odour, urine, and some of those ill-defined, sour smells we all hate. “I’ve got a hot shower, too. Maybe you could get washed up.”

She smiled broadly, kept hold of my arm, grabbed a dirty holdall from behind the bins, and hobbled slowly down the street with me.

“What’s your name?” She was standing in my hallway looking sheepish. Hanging up my coat and scarf, and dropping my keys on the hall table, I switched on lights and made sure the heating and hot water were turned up.

“Mandy. This is really kind. I don’t know what I’d have done.” The house was lit up and looked comfortable even to me, after a hard day. Mandy was gazing around like she was being welcomed to Buckingham Palace. “You have a really nice house.”

It was largely open-plan after the renovations, but I’d kept the kitchen bar and all the wood panelling. I walked over to the hob and got the kettle going. “Thanks. Mostly inherited, I have to say. My parents lived here until they died, so it’s a little weird still, but I’m getting used to it. Probably going to sell in a few years and get something smaller. Right coffee, tea, hot milk or hot chocolate?”

Mandy was still shivering in the hallway but managed, “chocolate sounds good.” I spooned a couple of heaps into a big mug and opened the fridge.

“You need water as well.” I poured a pint glass almost full of spring water and added a sachet to it. “Drink this, straight away. It will help with some of your problems.” She took the orange, fizzing drink and gulped at it. I made the chocolate with boiling water and led her to the lounge, where a gas fire was doing a great job warming the place up.

She looked quizzically into the glass. “What is this stuff?” I chuckled at her confusion.

“The same stuff athletes and mountain climbers use after a lot of physical exertion. It replaces lost salts and minerals in your blood and helps to rehydrate you if you’ve been unwell. Finish it off and I’ll make you another.” She downed the rest and started on her hot chocolate while I replenished the glass, pouring a tall glass of juice for myself.

“Mandy,” I asked when I had sat down opposite her, “how is it that you’re out on the street like this? You can’t be out of school yet.” Some colour was already returning to her, and she had unbuttoned her filthy duffel jacket.

“My parents divorced last year and my mum got this new boyfriend. He’s a dick and I hate him. He says I’m lazy and stupid, and only good for cleaning the house and doing what I’m told. He tries to kiss me or grab my arse all the time, when mum’s not home or not in the room. I daren’t tell her about him because I know he gets angry when he’s drunk and I don’t want him to hit mum or me. But she depends on him. She’s weak.”

I listened, sipping my juice, and watched her brighten as the drinks took effect. “Then one morning I was having a shower before school and he just walked in. He said he didn’t know I was there, but you can hear the shower miles away and he just wanted to see me naked. I was getting out of the shower, so he saw everything. The look on his face.” She scowled. “I wanted him dead, right there and then. I screamed at him, but mum didn’t hear all this ‘cos she was zonked out on valium. He went fucking mental, shouting ‘don’t scream at me you little bitch!’ and all that. I must have looked really crazy, standing there dripping wet and naked, shouting at this big, ugly bloke. He hit me really hard across my face and then kind of put me over his knee, spanking my arse really hard. It took ages but I managed to elbow him in the nuts, grabbed my clothes and run off. I came back when they were both at work to get some things, and I’ve been living around here ever since. That was two months ago.”

She slid off her jacket. Her jumpers were worn and filthy. “Mandy, you’ve had a really shit time. Please trust me to be kind to you. I want to help. One of the first things we need to do is get your clothes in the wash. Is that OK? You don’t smell all that great, honey. I’ve got some other stuff you can wear.”

She smiled but there was a flicker of concern in her eyes. “Yeah, thanks. I know I smell like shit. But there’s a problem.” I watched her put her cup down, oddly without bending her elbows. “My joints are all screwed up. I don’t know what’s wrong, but all the joints in my hands, arms and legs are really painful. I could walk from my den to your house, but no further at all. I’m going to need some help, here.”

I stared at her. She really was in trouble. “Mandy, I need to examine you as well. You may need medical help, but don’t worry about that yet. Let’s get you warmed up properly and clean. Have you finished?” She offered me her empty mug and drained the glass of juice. “Good girl. That should help.” I stood and reached for the medicine cabinet above the microwave. “Take these with that juice there,” I said, motioning to my glass and handing her six pills. “These are vitamins and these two are antibiotics. They’ll start to get your system back on track. I’ll dig you out some clothes.”

She followed me upstairs and I stood her in the hallway while I found something for her to wear. “Here you go. A bit on the big side, but they might do. Let’s get you cleaned up.” She stared at the floor.

I thought she was starting to cry, but she said, “I can’t undress myself. My fingers won’t work. I’ve worn these clothes for about 10 days because I can’t unzip anything or work the buttons. I’m sorry.” and then she did start sobbing. Braving the stink, I gently put my arms around her.

“Its OK, Mandy. I’m one of the good guys. At the hospital I help people all the time, people much more sick than you, and they’re all a bit embarrassed, but they know I’m trying to help.” She looked up at me, tears trickling down her face. “No-one’s going to hurt you here, I promise.”

She smiled beautifully and raised up her arms. “Can you get these off first? I’m dying to get rid of this stuff.” She was wearing four jumpers. I pulled the first one out of her encrusted jeans, up and off over her head. Her finger joints, I noticed, were badly swollen and clearly painful.

“I can give you something for those. I sprained an ankle playing squash the other week and I’ve got this great stuff. We’ll fix that once you’re clean.” I placed the jumper in a plastic sack and pulled out the next layer. I could feel the increasing warmth as I got closer to her skin. The next one was harder to pull out. “Mandy, can I unbutton your jeans now? This jumper is tucked in so far I’ll need a crane to get it out!”

She giggled. “It belongs to my Dad, so its far too big for me. But I wanted to wear it.” I gently flipped through the button of her jeans and pulled down the zipper. The smell was strong and unpleasant. She must have seen the grimace, although I tried to hide it. “I’m so sorry.” She was on the verge of tears again.

“In five minutes you’ll smell like the perfume counter at Boots, don’t you worry. You’re a brave lady. Here we go.” and I lifted the third and fourth jumpers off together. Underneath she was wearing two disgusting T-shirts. I let her arms rest for a moment and took off her shoes. Her socks were repulsive and they went straight into the plastic sack. “OK, up again?” She raised her arms and I pulled off the T-shirts, one after the other. Her skin was coated with streaked muck where grime had been smeared with sweat. Her navel was nearly black. “Honey, we can leave your bra on if you’d rather.”

She grunted. “Screw it. I really need to wash there. Go ahead.” I unclasped it and let her breasts fall free. Trying to ignore them, I dumped the clothes in the sack and chuckled as she sighed at the rest her arms could finally get.

“You’re worn out, you poor thing. Are you feeling any better?” There was, I noticed now, a little sparkle in her eye. Perhaps the warmth and salts were helping.

“Much better. I’ll feel even better when I’m clean, especially my hair.” She was right. It was a disaster. “Let’s get rid of this stuff.” I slid my thumbs into her jeans and pulled them slowly down. She stank of pee and a thick, cloying scent.

“Can you step out of these?” She leaned on my shoulder, raised one leg and then another, letting me remove her crumpled, horrid jeans. My eyes were level with her knickers. They were probably white to begin with. “We can leave these on.” I began, but she shook her head violently.

“I’ve wanted to get those off more than anything. Do the same thing again.” I slid my thumbs in, pulled down slowly and detached Mandy’s knickers from her hot, matted crotch in a smooth motion which released more noxious odours. She stepped out of them, a little unsteady, and stood before me naked while I dumped the last items in the bag.

“You go and wait in the bathroom while I get the washing machine going. Let’s see how much powder the machine can stand! I’ll be back in a minute and I’ll knock, OK?” She nodded as I bounded down the stairs and did the necessary with the washer, trying not to touch any of the clothes. I then thoroughly washed my hands with lavish amounts of cleanser, and went back upstairs. The toilet flush went as I knocked on the door. “Can I come in?”

“Yeah, I’m finished.” She was standing next to the bath, a cute but wholly unsightly little creature. Without waiting, I pulled the cord to start the shower, tested the heat and grabbed a towel, shampoo, soap and gel. “Can you get in by yourself?” She eyed the tall side of the bath and shook her head. “Are you going to be able to wash yourself?” She stared dejectedly at the floor and shook her head again. “Can I come into the shower with you to help?” She looked up at me with eyes filled with sadness and gratitude and slowly nodded. “Can I take some clothes off so I don’t get soaked?” She smiled and nodded.

A minute later I was naked with Mandy, lifting her over the side of the bath. “See how the water is,” I said, grabbing the soap. Mandy gingerly tested it with an outstretched hand.

“Its great. This is going to feel amazing.” I soaped up my hands and stood in front of her.

“OK, get yourself wet and we’ll start soaping you up.” She walked carefully under the stream of water and exclaimed loudly as the warmth flowed over her head, shoulders and body. “Oh. God, that’s nice. shit, I never knew a shower could feel so good.” I watched her revelling in the warmth, the water flowing over her.

“Let’s get your face cleaned first. This soap is anti-bacterial, which will help your complexion too.” She nodded, ducked out of the stream and let me spread the thick lather over her face, neck and shoulders. “OK, rinse off.” She ducked back under and the lather disappeared, revealing a pretty, clean young lady. “Wow, there you are. Hard to believe there’s a girl under all this. Nice to meet you.” She giggled and tossed her head to clear off the soap. “One more time.” I lathered her up again and she rinsed as before. “Its true, there’s actually a pretty girl here.” She smiled cutely. “Let’s do your hair. I’ve got stuff that’s almost girly.”

The bottle was marked ‘greasy hair’, which was about right, I thought. Squeezing a thick dollop into my hand, I had her hair thoroughly lathered up in no time. It was blonde, I guessed, and needed a trim but would ordinarily have been quite short. “How’s that?” She mumbled her enjoyment. “OK, under the water?” We rinsed her off, shampooed again, rinsed again, conditioned and rinsed, and suddenly she was a blonde. “Holy shit! I thought this stuff was tawny! Turns our you’re as blonde as Marilyn Monroe!” She giggled again. They were lame jokes, and I knew it, but anything to take the awkwardness away.

“OK, now for the rest of you. So, I’ve established that you’re blonde and pretty. And that you have shoulders. The rest of you is a Dark Continent. Let’s try this,” I said, squirting out a handful of scented shower gel. “Any ideas where I should start? Remember, I’m heading into unknown territory here.” She’d been smiling for the last few minutes and was clearing loving the attention, the warmth and the increasing cleanliness.

“Its OK. Go from my neck to my tummy, and sort out my bellybutton. I have no idea what the hell is in there.” I smiled, nodding.

“Could be anything. I’ll expect the unexpected.” I spread the gel over her shoulders, palms flat, and brought then together under her chin. Then I drew large circles with my palms from her neck to her armpits, under her breasts, across her stomach, and brought them together at her sternum. Then I grabbed the shower head and rinsed off the soap. I hung it up, repeated this motion and when my hands met, I smoothly slid the soap over her breasts, feeling the bump of her nipples, and rinsed again. “How’s that?” I asked.

She smiled warmly. “Great. Can you do under my breasts again? It still feels kind of horrible there.” She was right dark lines marked the curve of her breasts where they met her chest. I squirted out more gel, nudged her right breast up with one hand, and made quick, firm circles with the soap, obliterating the marks. Repeating this with her left breast, I couldn’t resist rubbing her left nipple briefly as I finished soaping her. Her face reddened slightly.

She turned round and I soaped up her back, following the sleek curve of her spine to her bottom, where I stopped and spread the soap outwards, like a masseur with oil. Clearing away the soap with a hot wash from the shower head, I filled my hands with soap and knelt behind her. She sighed contentedly as the hot shower covered her head and front, and while I soaped her cute little buttocks. She smell has almost gone, I was relieved to find. I squirted more gel into the cleft at the top of her buttocks and the slid it down, parting her cheeks slightly, two fingers of each hand either side of her crack, pressing inwards and then spreading her cheeks again to expose the shy little star of her anus. “Mandy, is it OK if I wash here?” She murmured something and then said, “Its OK. I know I need it. Sorry for the smell.” In fact, the smell had gone and now her body smelled of the pleasant scents from the shampoo and gel. I lathered up two fingers of my right hand and slid them down her cleft to her anus, where I circled lazily, spreading the soap over her entrance, and pressed in slightly. She leaned forwards to duck her head under the shower, parting her legs slightly. Scratching lightly at her entrance, I cleaned her anus then, with my hands on her hips, turned her around so that her crotch was a few inches from my mouth.

I had turned her like this for a good reason. I had an extremely hard erection. I found myself desiring this girl like nothing I’d ever felt before. Her pussy was inches from me and I was about to touch it. I was almost shaking in anticipation and my cock was throbbing with an excitement I scarcely believed was possible.

Looking up at her, I was about to ask, but she knew. “Yes. Its OK. But can I sit down? My legs are totally worn out.” I helped her to sit up at the end of the bath and redirected the spray to fall over her head and shoulders. She leaned back under the spray and opened her legs. Her pubic hair was tangled but I could see a very beautiful mound and two deeply pink pussy lips. On the very edge of self-control, I tipped shampoo into my hands and soaped from her navel to her pussy, just gently. A warmly inviting heat emanated from her crotch. Rinsing off the first attempt, I repeated the soaping, pressing gently to clean the hairs around her pussy. Her pubes were blonde, fine and soft. Some were tangled across her entrance, so I slid a finger down from her navel to her little clitoris and traced the pink division between her lips down to her entrance, which was hot and moist. Her lips were incredibly soft.

I looked up, half expecting to see a disapproving grimace or, worse still, that she was crying. But she had tilted her head back, mouth slightly open, and was flushed red with enjoyment. I knelt between her legs and leaned forward, my rock solid erection touching her just below her bellybutton, and gently whispered, “are you OK, Mandy?”

She turned to face me, smiling. “Yeah. yeah, I’m OK. That was nice, and everything feels better. Can you do my feet?” She glanced down at my penis, which was staring back up at her. “Hello there.” she whispered, and chuckled. I laughed with her, quickly soaping up her legs, ankles and feet, taking time to wash between her toes and tickle the soles of her feet, bringing the first laugh from her. “Can I have a hand to stand up? I need the toilet again, and I’d love to brush my teeth and put a comb through my hair, if that’s OK.”

I helped her up and left her for a moment to gather the clothes from the landing. When I came back she was finishing with my toothbrush and looked great except for the dark lines under her eyes and the stiff, sore joints. “You can wear these. They’re probably enormous, but they’re the best I can do at short notice.” I handed her a T-shirt and tie-dyed, baggy trousers I got in Thailand. “Now let’s see about your joints.”

Working on Christmas Eve was bad; working a double on Christmas Eve pretty much sucked. The steakhouse where Carmen bussed tables rotated the holiday shifts, and everybody worked at least one of the four major ones (Thanksgiving Day, Christmas Eve, New Years Eve, and Valentine’s Day); in fact, this was the only holiday Carmen had pulled this year.

The one big advantage to working Christmas Eve is that staffing was slim; there was never enough wait staff, so Carmen got to serve and bus, which meant she drew a significantly larger proportion of tips. That almost made up for the fact that three of the people that were supposed to work the second shift called in “sick.” Luckily, they planned to shut the doors at 7:00 PM, which would ensure that they would be empty by 8:30 PM.

Of course, this was also the first time that Carmen had been designated M.O.D. Manager of the Day which meant that she was the last one who could leave. Normally, the manager never would have let someone who normally busses be in charge, but the alternative was dragging his lazy ass in on Christmas Eve to close, and he had rationalized that there was probably not going to be a whole lot of business anyway. Besides, there had been a lot of grumbling lately about the fact that none of the Spanish speaking staff had any responsibility, so this was an opportunity for the restaurant to show how “enlightened” it was.

By the time Carmen prepared the bank bag and tossed it in the safe, it was 9:30 PM. Exhausted, she dropped into the chair behind the manager’s desk, kicked off her shoes, and stretched her aching legs out across the top of the desk. She sighed; Hector was probably already well on his way to being sauced. She’d heard that it might even sleet the closest they’d get to a white Christmas so the walk home from the bus stop would be just miserable. Merry Fucking Christmas.

She hadn’t realized that she’d drifted off until the sound of a heavy thud out in the main dining area startled her awake. She rose, disoriented, and crept over to the door that opened out onto the dining room. Peering out into what she hoped was a deserted room, she took a quick inventory. Everything looked like it was where it belonged, so she pushed the door open wider and stepped out, glancing from side to side. Nothing out of the ordinary presented itself.

She realized that she’d been holding her breath and let it out. Something had probably blown against the wall outside, or maybe a chair shifted; whatever it was, it looked like she’d gotten worked up unnecessarily. She walked deeper into the room, her confidence increasing with each step. By the time she’d reached the center of the room, she was convinced that she’d overreacted.

The chuckle came from directly behind her, deep, rich, enveloping. In another setting, she would have been totally taken by it, but all alone in the restaurant it made her blood run cold. Its owner close enough to warm her ear with his breath, and her body went rigid with fear.

“Who the fuck’s there?” she asked quietly, straining to keep the telltale tremor of fear out of her voice. When she was nervous or excited her accent became more pronounced.

“Such language!” the voice admonished, chuckling again. “I guess won’t have any trouble at all telling who’s naughty and who’s nice.” He placed a hand on her shoulder and her heart dropped out of her chest and into her stomach.

“Do something!” her mind screamed. “Don’t be a victim!”

She took a deep breath, squared her shoulders, and swung her balled fist back as hard as she could manage. Without waiting to complete her swing she catapulted forward, diving under the nearest table and scrambling upright on the other side.

Dumbfounded, she observed that the space where she’d just been standing was empty, but further back - a good ten feet or so back - stood a very large (hell, fat) old white guy dressed like Santa. And the fucker was smiling and wagging a finger at her!

“One sure way to end up with a stocking full of coal is to whack ol’ Santa in the nuts.”

Fucking great, she thought. I’m trapped in here with a goddamn crazy.

“Look Mr., I don’t want any trouble…”

“Santa,” he corrected politely.

“Sure…Santa,” she agreed, backing away slowly. Her mind was racing; if she screamed, no one would probably hear her, but if she could get to the phone on the back wall.

“So if you’re Santa, where are your elves?” she asked, trying to keep him distracted.

The man giggled. “Elves never leave the workshop, silly. Everybody knows that!”

Carmen smiled, humoring him. “Sure never leave the North…oh!”

Her back struck the wall. Whipping around, she reached for the telephone on the wall and grabbed the receiver. Her face went pale; the line was dead. She turned and looked at the man, her horror apparent. The gaze he returned was filled with joy and merriment.

“Come, come now, don’t fret so. Why don’t you just come over here and tell me what you want for Christmas?” he asked congenially.

“If I believed in Santa, I’d ask him for a gun so that I could blow a hole in any creepy motherfucker that cornered me after work,” she spat.

For the first time his eyes lost some of the laughter. “‘If’ Carmen? Have I hurt you that bad?”

Carmen’s bravado wavered. How the hell did this nutjob know her name?

“Oh, I know quite a bit about you,” he answered, as if reading her mind. “I’ve known you most of your life; ever since you were a little girl.”

She snorted. “Man, Santa Claus didn’t come to my neighborhood.”

“Sweetie, Santa Claus comes to all neighborhoods. That is, until the little children stop believing.”

Carmen was past being scared; now she was just mad. Who the fuck was this sloppy assed old man, coming in here to preach about a fucking myth?

“Yeah? So if you’re really Santa, what did I ask you for when I was five?”

“A pony,” he answered without pausing.

“Lucky guess. What five year old girl doesn’t want a pony? That doesn’t prove anything.”

He nodded his head. “But do all five year old girls ask for a brown pony that they can name Carmelita, and also ask for a house with a yard so that the pony doesn’t have to walk up stairs?”

Her jaw dropped open.

“And if I remember correctly, didn’t you tell your friend Melinda last year that you wished that Santa would fly by your place and drop off one of those machines that you could straddle and fuck until you burned out the engine.”

Her eyes widened. How the fuck did he know these things?

Santa took the chairs down off of a nearby table and sat in one. “Come on over honey,” he said, patting his leg. “Come tell Santa what you want.”

Still thunderstruck, she found her feet moving toward him even while her brain was screaming at her to run away. Her rational mind was telling her that there was no such thing as Santa Claus, and that this guy was some fruitcake who was going to really fuck her up. But another part of her couldn’t help believing, and that was the part that was controlling her feet.

She settled onto the stranger’s lap, both legs draped over the same side. “That’s a good girl,” he encouraged, patting her back. “Now tell Santa what you want.”

His hand was large and comforting; she could feel warmth radiate through her blouse. The patting turned to gentle rubbing, and his hand moved along the entire expanse of her back. She arched her back absently, trying to increase the pressure. It was getting hard to concentrate. She closed her eyes and let her head droop forward. The rhythm was distracting, so much so that she had no idea when his other hand had begun rubbing her leg. By the time she became aware of it, it was tracing a slow, lazy pattern along her inner thigh. It would start at her knee and travel up for a bit, then reverse direction. Each time it left her knee she found herself holding her breath, wondering how far up it would go. The first time his fingers brushed her labia, she trembled.

“There, there dear,” he soothed, using the hand on her back to pull her toward his chest, pressing her face into his neck. The hand between her legs returned to her knee, squeezed it slightly, and then massaged its way all the way back to her crotch. A thick finger pressed hard against the thin nylon of her panties, forcing her lips apart before stopping less than half an inch inside. Roughly it moved along the gap, teasing her sensitive inner folds. She opened her mouth and sucked on his neck, moaning softly. When he finally removed his hand from between her legs and she shivered.

“Sit up,” he commanded, and she did. He placed two fingers on her lips and applied pressure until they slid into her mouth. Her tongue danced over them, lapping at the salty musky taste. She’d tasted herself once before - after a boyfriend had gone down on her for hours - because she’d wanted to know what had kept him down there so long. That time, she thought she tasted pungent and unpleasant; now, she was sucking on the two meaty fingers as hard as she could, trying to get every drop.

“No need to check my list twice,” Santa teased, thrusting his fingers in and out of Carmen’s mouth. The hand on her back had moved lower, and was now gently teasing her ass near the top of her crack. She was squirming, her panties soaked, despite the fact that she was being teased by fictional character.

He took his fingers out of her mouth and pulled her to her feet. “What say Santa gets to do a little unwrapping of his own?” he asked jovially.

As big as his hands were, they moved as nimbly as a piano player, coaxing her buttons loose and pushing her blouse off her shoulders in a blink of an eye. He managed to get her cotton twill skirt down around her ankles even faster, then leaned back and eyed her admiringly.

Her raven black hair was pulled back in a ponytail, accentuating high cheekbones and almond shaped brown eyes. Her skin, golden and smooth, glistened with her arousal, and her large, chocolate brown nipples showed prominently through her cheap white bra.

Her small, rounded hips and apple shaped ass were clad in a frayed pair of green panties adorned with a red bow. He reached out and grabbed her waistband, pulling it up until the swollen lips of her pussy spilled over the elastic bands that clung to her thighs. As he continued to lift she raised up on her toes, trying to prevent the satiny material from rubbing against her engorged clit. Eventually she couldn’t rise any farther and he made contact. Her mouth dropped open, her legs buckled and she dropped to her knees. When she was able to raise her head she was startled to see that Santa had stripped, all except his red fur hat, small square cut frameless spectacles, and black patent leather boots. His long white beard blanketed his chest and brushed his belly, and his legs, like two small tree trunks, were splayed, his cock hanging thickly between them.

She crawled forward on her hands and knees until she was at his feet. With one small hand she encircled his shaft, raising it to her lips. Her dark red tongue darted out, tickling his pinkish head before attacking his piss slit. Santa grunted and slid forward slightly, allowing his large, heavy sac to drop over the edge. Sucking the entire head in up to the ridge, Carmen reached up with her free hand and grabbed Santa’s balls, squeezing firmly as she ran her teeth over his cockhead. He groaned and placed a hand on either side of her head to hold her still as he worked more of his cock into her mouth.

When he’d gotten a good rhythm going she pulled back and let his cock pop free. The head was now purple and throbbing, the shaft still slick with her saliva. Standing, she unfastened her bra and freed her tortured nipples. Then she climbed up on his lap, her knees pressing painfully into his quads, and offered a nipple to him. He took it in his mouth greedily, using his teeth much as she had on his cock just moments before. She squealed, pressing against him as he bit and sucked first one nipple, then the other.

While Carmen was concentrating on the intense sensations assaulting her breasts, Santa reached up and pulled her panties to one side. Deftly he positioned the head of his cock against her pussy lips, and with one strong stroke pushed it in. The shock and intensity of the motion caused Carmen to lose her balance, and her legs shot out, straddling either side of Santa’s legs. The tops of his thighs slammed hard against her ass cheeks as his cock rammed home. She gasped and squeezed her eyes tight as her body adjusted to the unintended savageness of the action.

While she sat there he tenderly teased her sore and tender nipples with his tongue, his thick beard tickling her as he alternated between them. Involuntarily, her pussy began to squeeze him, making him harder, and her thighs started to contract, working her slowly up and down his shaft. He grabbed her hips and helped her along, increasing the range of motion, until she was sliding noisily up and down his cock, the wet sounds of their sexplay mixing with his heavy breathing and her guttural moans.

When her sounds made it clear that she was close to orgasm he lifted her all the way off and stood, carrying her over to the table. He flipped her on her stomach, with her hips hanging over the end, and entered her from behind. She felt crushed under his weight but in this position he was able to drive his cock impossibly deep so deep in fact that when the first tremors of her orgasm gripped her it felt like his cock was lodged in her stomach. Her nipples, puffy and tender from all the attention, hardened like diamonds, scraping across the faux wood table and sending spikes of pain/pleasure through her all the way down to her groin. Santa was really pounding her now, his cock stretching and pumping her neglected pussy as his own orgasm approached. A meaty hand pressed into the small of her back, pinning her, as the first gooey jet broke loose, splashing deep, setting off another explosion of her own. He was growling now, the warm velvet walls of her pussy gripping the hypersensitive head of his cock, milking him dry. With a final, massive shudder he collapsed on top of her, blocking out the light, preventing her from drawing a deep breath. She lost consciousness.

When she came to, she was still sitting behind the desk with her feet up, fully clothed. She looked at the clock on the wall it now read 9:40. She shook her head to clear it; had all that been a dream? She swung her legs down, stood up.

…And almost collapsed. She felt like her legs had been pulled apart by two trucks. Just standing still made her wince, and her whole body, from her neck to her toes, throbbed. She was amazed that just ten minutes of dreaming could have such an intense effect on her body.

Carefully, she slid her shoes back on, trying to move as little as possible in the process, grabbed her coat, and locked up. Out front she was surprised to see a sleek black German sports car over by the entrance to the parking lot. Shrugging, she pulled her coat tight and tried to brace herself against the wind and the rain and walked toward the bus stop.

Once she was closer, she could see that there was a big red ribbon running the length of the car, like on a corny game show. Also, there was a tag fluttering from one of the wipers. Curious, she bent over and examined it.

“Merry Christmas Carmen,” it read. “The way I see it, the interest on pony for nineteen years works out to be about 328 horsepower.”

And it was signed, “Santa.”

Interviews always make me nervous. I guess that’s true for everybody, but sitting here in this office waiting for my name to be called I really don’t care about how anyone else feels about it. I watch the secretary that I am hoping to replace file through paperwork looking tired, weary, and ready to leave. I try to look calm and collected while tensing and relaxing my thighs. I now regret wearing the white knee high stockings because my calves are itchy with a slight veneer of sweat, but they look good with the Mary Jane’s that I’m wearing. I suddenly regret the choice of shoes, however, worrying that 3 inch heels may not be professional enough for this office. I take a shaky finger and trace the big, brown flowers on my ankle length black skirt.

“Jessica, Mr. Richards will see you now,” the secretary announces in a perky voice, startling me. I stand, adjust my white button-down top, and take a deep breath as I walk towards the giant, menacing door. I suddenly think that maybe I should take down my hair. I once knew a guy who found it very sexy when I put my hair up in a sloppy bun with a clip, but I wonder if this makes me look a little too severe. I start moving my hand up to my hair as the giant door suddenly swings open. I whip my hand back down to my side as I stare right into a pair of beautiful, deep blue eyes.

“Hello. Come on in. I’m sorry I had you waiting out there so long. I know that can only make you more nervous,” he laughs as he says this, displaying a comforting, somewhat goofy smile as his eyes twinkle with a curious delight. I eye the black suit he’s wearing. With a white shirt and a red tie, he sports a simple power look. I slide into the office in the small space he leaves between himself and the door jam and take notice of his towering height (of course, at 5′ 3″ everyone towers above me), and his broad shoulders. Something inside of me wants to poke the slight softness of his stomach that comes with men his age.

“Have a seat, Ms. Oppenheimer. Is that right?” he asks as he flashes his gracious smile at me once again. I’m lost in a segment of fantasy, imagining running my fingers through his thick, dark brunet hair as his head hovers between my quivering thighs.

“Um.eh.yeah. Oppenheimer, that’s right. Please, call me Jessica.if you like,” I can feel my cheeks heat up with a blush as my response stumbles out of my mouth. He walks behind his desk and takes a seat, the power seat. He takes my application out of his desk drawer setting it on the desk as I take notice of his large, work-roughened hands. I start tensing and relaxing my thighs again, but this time for a different reason.

“Now, tell me about your job history. It says here your last job was at a car dealership?” he questions me so professionally. I try to steady my voice and concentrate as I describe my past duties, but I can still feel the heat in the flush of my cheeks and it makes me even more nervous. I’m suddenly aware of the roundness of my perky, young breasts underneath my conservative top. I can feel the hardening of my nipples as I watch his long, rough fingers toy with my application.

“Excuse me, I just made a fresh batch of coffee. Does anybody want some?” the damn perky secretary interrupts my inner fantasy and my outer qualification description. I figure that something to hold would probably calm me a little bit.

“Sure. Can you just make mine black?” I respond, almost sharply.

“Can you put a little cream in mine? Thank you,” he answers in his smooth, rich voice.

The secretary pops out, and I turn back to him to find him staring intently at me.

“I.uh.,” I stumble yet again. By this point, I’m sure he thinks I must have a speech impediment.

“Um.you were describing your past work experience,” he reminds me as he snaps out of some secret thought. I continue speaking, as I wonder if he finds me attractive. I start doing all the little unconscious flirtatious movements that women do. I motion to my breasts as I speak, rub my thigh, and start slowly twirling my foot. The secretary pops back into the office with the coffee, and leaves hurriedly to answer the ringing phone. I start to take a sip, but I notice the light color of my coffee.

“I’m sorry, I believe she gave me yours,” I tell him as I stand up to give it to him.

“Ah, so she did,” he says as he also stands. Surprised by his rising, I drop the coffee mug on the desk, soaking my application and splashing his pants.

“Oh my god, I am sorry!” I exclaim as I feel my possible position here slipping away from me. I grab some paper towels that are sitting on a side table and run over to him trying to pat his pants dry.

“It’s alright,” he laughs as he looks down at me on my knees pawing at his crotch.

“Oh.I’m sorry.uh.here,” I say nervously as I hand him the towels, blushing an even deeper shade of red.

“Well, it’s quite alright,” he whispers as he smiles down at me. However, this time it’s a different smile. A flirtatious, inviting smile. He reaches out his hand to help me up to my feet. I take it, and start to stand as I trip and fall against him. I push him down into his seat and fall on top of him. He laughs as I struggle to get up, and I notice the hardness in his crotch.

“You know Jessica,” he whispers into my ear as he pulls me toward him, “You’re very cute, especially when you’re blushing.” My breath catches in my throat as I realize I didn’t imagine the flirtation in his voice. My shock is obviously apparent on my face. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said that,” he mumbles nervously.

“No, it’s okay. You’ve got a very sexy smile,” I return the compliment hopefully in a soft shy voice. I decide to be daring. I lean forward and kiss him, reaching my hand up into the hair at the back of his neck and sliding my fingers through it. He returns my kiss aggressively, sliding his arms around my waist and caressing my behind with his large, cool hands. I slide my knees into the chair, straddling him. His hands move up my blouse, grazing my back with his rough palms and moving them to my stomach. One hand slides out of my blouse and moves to unbutton the conservative garment. I settle my throbbing pussy down onto his crotch and feel his hardened cock. As he slips my top off over my shoulders, I start to grind against him. He moans deeply, as he unhooks my bra, freeing my swollen breasts. He massages one of my breasts with his hand, scraping his rough palm against my pointed nipple. I untie his tie, unbutton his shirt, and start kissing his chest slowly as I look up at him. His eyes meet mine and he smiles, almost embarrassed.

“We really shouldn’t be doing this,” he whispers, almost apologetically. Again, I flush with embarrassment. “I’m sorry. This really isn’t normal for me to do. You just, I don’t know, inspire such action,” he whispers, laughing softly. I’m reluctant to leave his lap, even though I know I should. I catch his eyes again, as we both pause expectantly.

“I’m sorry,” I whisper as I slide out of his lap. “You’re a very attractive man. I’m sure you have office personnel hitting on you all the time,” I laugh, trying to diffuse the situation.

“Not really,” he chuckles, “I guess I’m a little too old for the girls around here.”

“No, not at all,” I whisper as I chuckle softly. I run my fingers down his chest, and he grabs me and pulls me back into his lap. He kisses me roughly, and slides his hands over my back to find the zipper of my skirt. The sweet sound of unzipping sings in my ears, as I lay against his chest once again, feeling his racing heartbeat. I slide down his lap to let the skirt drop below me, and then slide down to the floor to unzip his pants. I reach inside and pull out his throbbing cock. A wave of desire floods over me, as I tease the tip with my tongue. My hair still clipped up, my glasses sliding down my nose, I watch him enjoying this act. He moans deeply as I take the whole head of his cock into my mouth and suck softly. I slide his cock into my mouth deeper, as I play with one of my breasts. He starts breathing faster as I slide his cock in and out of my pouty lips, sucking harder. He reaches down, grabs me by the shoulders and pulls me back up into his lap. I straddle him once more and feel his rock hard cock sliding against my soaked panties, eagerly searching for an entrance. I tease his cock this way for awhile as he