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 always knew there was something different about him: The way his hazel eyes always seemed to see right through me, the way his smile seemed to say ‘Let’s make love’ and ‘Let’s fuck’ all at the same time. I am talking about my boyfriend, Angelo.

I met him through my best friend. Her brother had him over one day watching a football game. I’ve known my best friend for over ten years, so I considered myself and was considered, part of the family. When the doorbell rang, I took it upon myself to answer it, seeing as though my best friend was making snacks and her brother was making the living room ‘Guy Friendly’, or so he called it.

When I opened the door, my breath caught in my throat: In front of me stood everything I ever fantasized in a man. He was tall, scratch that, VERY tall, 6′7 or 6′8 was my guess and he was big, by no means fat, he had the perfect build. His hair was kinda messy, but it suited him. He was dressed in a white tank top and jeans. His hazel eyes looked me up and down as he smiled down at me. It took me awhile to realize I was just staring at him dumbly, and that’s not attractive.

“Hey,” he said, before I could open my mouth to speak. “I’m Angelo, Daniel’s friend. He invited me over to watch the game?”

I nodded, opened the door, and stood to the side, allowing him to enter. ‘God! Why can’t I talk?’ I asked myself as he walked past me and joined Daniel in the living room. I went into the kitchen to ask my best friend about Angelo.

“Who is that guy?” I ask her.

“Who? Angelo? He’s just one of Daniel’s friends, he comes around every now and then to watch a game or something like that,” she says, purposely trying to leave out as much as she can to keep me asking questions.

“Why haven’t I ever seen him?” I ask her.

“He doesn’t come around much, Kya, and you don’t either,” she answers, rubbing my busy schedule in my face.

“Do you know what he does?” I ask, knowing that I’m prying, but I don’t care; this guy was the very essence of sex in the flesh.

“Daniel says that he’s some sort of ‘entertainer’, whatever that means.” She said, rolling her eyes.

“HEY, RACHEL! THE GAME’S ABOUT TO START!” Daniel yells, interrupting my questions. Rachel looked at me and shrugged her shoulders, “Do you want to watch the game?”.

Now, I normally hate football, there’s too many rules and too many ways to score for me, it’s always a flag here, a penalty there, losing yards, gaining yards, I never know what’s going on. What I did know was that this is a college football game and it was between OU and MIZZOU. What I liked about that football game was that Daniel and Angelo were so wrapped up in it that I could finally get a good look at Angelo. God, he was hot, his shoulders were so broad, his arms so strong, he was so masculine and it drove me wild. Something happened on the game that made the guys yell in celebration, the commentator yelled, “TOUCHDOWN OKLAHOMA!”

Daniel jumped up and shook me, “KYA, DID YOU SEE THAT? HOW COULD YOU NOT BE EXCITED ABOUT THAT PLAY?”

I laughed and pushed him away, “Because I have no idea what I’m watching,” I say as he sits back down.

“I do,” Rachel says, elbowing me.

I love Rachel, but at that moment, I hated her because Angelo and Daniel both looked at me when she said that. Daniel laughed to my expense, but Angelo smiled and winked at me. His teeth were dazzling white. I loved Rachel again.

Over the next few weeks, we played this game, going over Rachel and Daniel’s to flirt and smile. Of course, over time it blossomed into something more: pure lust. There were so many times we would find ways to fool around. I would go to the kitchen for this reason and he would follow for that reason.

I remember one day in particular, our first time together, it was a game night, professional basketball this time, something I could relate to. I went to the kitchen to wash a few of the dishes. Angelo came into the kitchen while I was finishing them up for a beer and more nachos. He spied me at the sink and he walked up behind me and put his arms around my waist.

“What took you so long?” I pouted as I reached behind me and rubbed his cock through his pants.

“I had to wait for halftime, this is a good game,” he said kissing my neck. “Mmm, do you know how easy it would be to take you right now?”

I felt myself getting wet hearing him talk this way, I pushed my ass against his hardening cock. I turned to face him looking him deep in the eyes. “I don’t know but I would love to find out,” I said carefully putting emphasis on the word ‘love’.

Apparently, he wanted to find out, too, because without another word, he picked me up, sat me on the counter, and began unbuttoning my blouse. His eyes grew wide as he slowly exposed more and more of my brown skin.

“Mmm, Baby, I love your tits,” he said as he unhooked my bra and started kissing them, he then grabbed my right breast and began sucking my nipple. Oh, he looked so hot looking up at me with those piercing hazel eyes. As I tilted my head back, I felt him rubbing my pussy through my panties. My skirt was bunched around my waist, I felt like such a slut, I was in ecstasy. “Wow, Ky.your so wet,” he said as he pushed my panties to the side and slid his middle finger deep inside of me. I gasped and began to moan as he slid his index finger in as well, while he rubbed my clit with his thumb. Damn, this man was a pro! He finger fucked me until came close to climax and then he pulled them out. I was so pissed and I made no effort to hide it. “Don’t give me that look, I know what I’m doing,” he said, almost laughing at my expression. My pussy could vouch for that, he definitely knew what he was doing. He dropped down to his knees and slid my panties off, he noticed how soaked they were and smiled. “I definitely have to eat some of this juicy pussy,” he said giving me a devilish grin.

With that being my warning, he dove in sucking and nibbling my clit, he reached a large hand up and grabbed my breast, squeezing it hard in his hand making me moan loudly. As his tongue prodded my tight pussy, I couldn’t hold it anymore, I was about to cum and didn’t care who heard me.

“AH, AH, ANGELO, I’M AH, AH, ABOUT TO CUM!” I screamed as he pushed his fingers into me and began to pound my tight little pussy while he sucked my hard clit. I felt the pressure building up in my belly and I tried to hold it, with a loud scream, I released my climax all over his face.

He pulled his fingers from my pussy and sucked them clean. “That’s some high quality, black pussy you have there, Ky,” he said as I basked in the afterglow of my orgasm. He came up to kiss me and we shared a kiss, sweet with my juices. I licked the remaining cum from his lips and chin.

I reached down and rubbed at his cock and smiled, happy that I made it so hard. “It’s your turn, Baby,” I said as I sank down to my knees and unbuckled his belt and got his jeans down. A moan escaped my mouth when I saw this glorious sight in front of me, he had a nice, thick cock that made my mouth water just looking at it. It was like something out of the movies! His balls were full and heavy, it looked as if it’s been awhile since he had a good nut.

“Ky, quit staring and make me feel good,” he breathed. I began sucking just the head, and licking down the shaft just to get the whole thing wet. I took one of his balls in my mouth and sucked hard as I rubbed his cock, squeezing slightly at the head, he drew in a sharp breath and continued to instruct me. “Oh, shit, Ky.yeah, like that mmmm! Take it in your throat!”

I began to bob harder and deeper on this Sex God’s cock, letting it go deeper and deeper in my throat. Angelo began to tense up and his dick got rock hard, I knew he was about to cum. I wanted him to, I wanted it wherever it landed, down my throat, all over my body, in my pussy, I didn’t care. He grabbed my hair and began fucking my mouth, deeper than I could have gone on my own, I gagged, but he didn’t care. He wanted to get this nut off. He pulled my head back and busted all over my face, neck, and tits. This made me feel like such a whore.I couldn’t get enough of it. I began to run my hands all over, rubbing it in. This seemed to make him happy, because he just stared at me, watching me be such a nasty slut.

“Oh, damn, you’re nasty,” Angelo said as he watched me. His cock began to get hard again. I smiled and licked my fingers, loving that it was me doing this to him. He picked me up and sat me back down on the counter, pushing me back far enough to put my legs up. I felt so vulnerable and open, with my legs spread wide like this. I really felt slutty, now. He ran a finger down my slit and some of my juices dripped to the floor. He grabbed his cock and rubbed it up and down my slit making me drip even more. He looked at me as if he was trying to figure out what was making me so wet.

“This is it Ky, no turning back now,” he said, smiling. “This,” he said as he smacked my clit with his dickhead, causing me to gasp in pleasure. “is gonna be mine when I get this nut off in it.” I smiled, licked my lips and nodded consent as he plunged into my pussy. My pussy was so tight, it hurt so bad, I began to cry. He shushed me by covering my mouth with his as he pounded my little pink hole over and over.

I began to orgasm, my pussy groping his cock tightly. “OH, SHIT, ANGELO, YOU’RE SO BIG, MMMM, AND SOOO HARD, FUCK ME, FUCK ME HARD! MAKE ME YOUR’S, OWN ME, AHH!”

Hearing me scream, turned him on, “SHIT, KY, YEAH, CUM ON THIS DICK, CUM ON THIS DICK!” He yelled as his cock got rock hard inside of me and then I felt that familiar tensing. I felt his hot cum splash the inside of my pussy, it felt sooo good.

My world seemed to be spinning, I was fading in and out of reality. I felt a warm towel on my body, wiping away Angelo’s cum, then I felt the towel between my legs wiping me clean. I opened my eyes and saw Angelo cleaning me and soon he began to dress me, he put my panties into his pocket and carried me into the living room.

Daniel looked at Angelo and said that the Lakers beat the Nuggets. Angelo sat on the sofa and I curled up next to him. I opened my eyes long enough to look at Rachel and she gave me a knowing smile.

I have been waiting for you so long. Who would have guessed that what started as a friendship, would blossom into an online love affair. Each time we chat, my ache for you grows stronger. As I think of you, and look at your picture, my body tingles, and I get so wet. I want you so. I need you so. And I must tell you what I yearn for.

The passion within me is building. I have to feel your tongue on me. Feel its softness gliding along my smooth pussy lips, making me quiver. Spreading myself open for you, I invite you to taste of me. My clit is throbbing, aching for you to suckle it. Gently, you take it between your lips, rolling it around on your tongue. My hips arch, begging you to take even more. My sweetness begins trickling out and you can’t resist this. You plunge your tongue deep inside me, coaxing me to release more. My moans of pleasure urge you on. Deeper and faster you tongue fuck me, until I can take it no longer. “Please.” I beg you. “Please suck my clit.” You too cannot resist and you cover my hard throbbing button with your mouth, sucking deeply. My hips push themselves against your face; my legs begin to tremble. My quick breathing and cries of excitement let you know I am at the edge.

You reach up and squeeze my hardened nipples while sucking harder and I cum for you. My body opens up and a river of nectar begins flowing. No matter how quickly you drink from me, you cannot keep up with the deluge. As each orgasmic wave surges through me, another spurt fills your thirsty mouth. Finally, when I am so swollen and so sensitive, that I can’t take even the slightest touch, I plead with you to stop.

And so you give me solace. Your face and chest drenched with my passion, you come up and kiss me, sharing the taste of my sweetness. As our tongues dance, I feel your hardness press against my swollen pussy, and I start to throb with desire. My legs wrap themselves around your waist and your cock slowly slides into me.

Moaning into each other’s mouths, our bodies unite. This is what we have been dreaming of.talking about.waiting for. My pussy tightens around your hard cock as you slowly, rhythmically slide in and out. Our hips are in perfect synch and the pleasure mounts as you begin to fuck me faster.harder. Your pounding cock is driving me crazy. I can’t stop cumming. With every wave of orgasm, I squeeze your cock tighter and my juices flow onto your balls.

“OH GOD, YES! FUCK ME HARD!” I beg you, as my head is thrashing, my fingers digging into your shoulders. I can feel you getting close, your throbbing cock stretching my pussy. My body tenses. My legs squeezing your back, my arms squeezing your shoulders, my pussy squeezing your cock, as the most intense orgasm hits. You look down at me and tell me to open my eyes. I look at you with all the love and passion I’m feeling as my body locks around yours.

You continue to drive into me, your balls slapping against my ass, and then you push deep inside me. Grunting as your cock explodes, pumping me with its hot stickiness. Filling me, body and soul, until you are spent.

This is what I long for.What I ache for.What I’m sending you the next plane ticket out here for.Hurry!

I work the late shift. I hate it for the most part. But there are a few perks like less traffic on the way home and I get to walk into my bedroom and watch my sexy woman sleep. Sounds weird I know, but there’s nothing quite like waking her up to have sex.

I tossed my coat over the back of the couch and made my way into the bedroom. There she was, laying there, the sheets barely covering her naked body. The sight of her sleeping always gets me hot. I don’t know if it’s because she’s helpless lying there or if its cause I can look long and hard at her without her wondering what the hell I was thinking. Her curves showed right through the sheets. She’d left the lamp on and the light danced across her, she obviously fell asleep reading again. She always tried to stay awake until I got home.

I watched her as I undressed making sure not to make a sound. I let my pants and shirt fall to the floor. The cool air made my nipples harden as I freed my breasts from my bra. I slipped into the bathroom to take a quick shower. As the water flowed over my body, the vision of her lying in bed stayed in my mind. I was wet and it wasn’t from the shower. I toweled off my body and made for the bed. As I stood at the foot of the bed I slowly pulled the sheets down, revealing her nakedness completely. I felt my body tingle as I looked down at her.

I eased myself onto the bed to lie next to her, lightly pressing my damp body against her soft skin. As I pressed my breasts against her back she began to stir. I held totally still. I didn’t want her to wake up yet. I slid my hand over her hip and to her hairless mound. Carefully I pressed my fingers against her lips, penetrating ever so slowly until I found her clit. She moaned lightly but wasn’t awake. I slid my other arm underneath her and began to fondle her breasts, rolling her nipples in between my fingers making them stand erect.

As I started to nibble at her neck, she began to stir. My lips lightly bit at her skin and traveled up the side of her neck to her earlobe. As I reached her ear I whispered lightly, Honey, I’m home. She rolled over slowly and a smile danced across her lips. I quickly kissed her deeply, letting my tongue explore her mouth. I missed you baby. She said between kisses.

She let her hands roam my body, gently kneading my flesh. She slipped one of her hands down to my trimmed mound. Her warm fingers penetrated my lips and found my clit. I did the same to her, her moist lips surrounding my fingers. We both let our fingers stroke and rub against our clits and before I knew it we were both grinding our hips against our hands. She whispered seductively Baby, I wanna feel your tongue on my clit. As I made my way down her sensual body, she squirmed underneath me in anticipation.

I reached her shaven mound and placed butterfly light kisses around it and upon her lips, teasing her. Her scent filled my nose and I felt myself grow damp again. Her whimpers told me I was driving her crazy. I continued to tease her, letting my tongue pass just beyond her wet lips and lightly skim along her clit. Once I thought I had tantalized her enough I flattened my tongue and pressed it firmly against her throbbing clit. Her moans filled the room.

I pressed my face deeper into her sweet pussy as I spread her lips apart with my fingers. Her clit was hard and prominent as I sucked it into my hot mouth. I raised my hands up her body, lightly tracing circles along her soft skin causing goose bumps to cover her. She moaned and squirmed against the bed as my tongue rolled over her clit and pulled it into my mouth again. Her wetness completely covered my face now and I relentlessly sucked at her clit.

I slowly inserted my middle finger into her tight hole and without delay she squeezed tightly around it. Her wet warm walls surrounded my finger and held it firmly in place as my mouth continued to suck, nibble and lick her clit. By now her hips rocked against my face and forced my tongue to stroke the full length of her clit. I began to pump my finger in and out of her pussy like a little cock, letting it wriggle while deep inside her, teasing her g-spot.

Her quiet moans were replaced with loud groans from deep within her as she began to cum. I felt her juices release and cover my mouth and finger as she writhed underneath me. I kept up my pace, not wanting her to come down too soon. My tongue rolled over her clit again and again until her entire body shuddered. Oh God Baby! She pressed against the back of my head and forced me harder on her clit, then released me as her orgasm began to subside, her hips lay still and her gaspy breathing replaced her moans.

With a final kiss on her sweetness I began to make my way back up her body, placing delicate kisses along her skin causing her to giggle. I licked her lips as I began to kiss her, the scent of her juices thick on my tongue. She immediately kissed me deeply, wanting to taste her self. She moaned into the kiss and our bodies pressed together once more. We lay there for a few moments and she was off to sleep again. I just chuckled and cuddled against her waiting for sleep to find me. There was always tomorrow night.

John sat nervously in the lobby. This was a very important job interview and a job he desperately wanted.

John sat, eyes focused on the ground, shaking his leg anxiously, until a woman’s voice called out his name.

John looked up. Standing before him was a beautiful woman.

The woman extended her arm out and said, “Hi, I’m Antonella.” She had soft-spoken, yet sexy voice.

John snapped out of his daze fast enough to respond, “John Bourke. Pleasure to meet you.”

John followed Antonella through the building, into the elevator, and eventually found himself seated in her office. The five-minute trip seemed a blur because he couldn’t take his eyes off of her. She had long straight blonde hair. Amazing blue eyes. A beautiful face matched with a thin, tone figure. You could tell she was a frequent gym visitor. She looked very professional in her matching dark blue suit, silk blouse, nude colored stockings, and a pair of black pumps that to John’s dirty mind just screamed, “Fuck me.” John was taken aback immediately and wasn’t sure he could focus on the interview. Antonella was polite and attempted to carry on the conversation on the way up to her office. She talked about the traffic and asked if he had a hard time finding the place, to go along with the typical greetings. John couldn’t muster much of a response, other than a few “Ok’s”, “yes’s” and “no’s.”

John’s mind was wandering. Was the blouse on underneath a full sleeve one or the one that resembled a piece of negligee. He wondered if she would take off her suit jacket during the meeting to find out. His eyes wandered towards her silk stockings and he wondered if they were the thigh high kind and if so, did she have on the matching garters? A part of him hoped, when she sat down at her desk, her skirt would be short enough that he could find out. Finally as he walked behind her as she led the way to his office, he couldn’t help but glance at her shapely behind. He could have sworn he sore the panty line. Or was it a thong?

The interview went by fast. John was sure he was too distracted by her charm and good looks that he would be rejected for the job. And he never found out the answer to what kind of blouse or stockings she had on.

It was a sleepless night for John. Did he ruin his one chance to make a good impression? Would he ever see Antonella again or would she be just another fantasy, a memory that he would remember forever and possibly ruins him for all women to follow?

At around ten the next morning, he was suddenly awaked to the sound of a ringing telephone. He reached for the phone and saw an unfamiliar phone number on the display. He answered with a groggy “Hello.”

It was Michael Donovan from the Human Resources department. He had good news. Everyone was impressed with John and they wanted to extend him an offer. John was beyond excitement. Not only did he get he job he desperately wanted, but he would also get the opportunity to work with Antonella.

Work was busy, but it was what he always wanted to do. The first day, they welcomed him with a group lunch (on the company tab). As he sat down surrounded by five other women (including Antonella), the talk soon turned to marriage and babies, as one of the ladies was engaged and another was 4 months pregnant. The group of women eventually got on Antonella’s case. It seems she was the only one single. Antonella had always put career first and it affected her personal life. All John could remember, other than it felt weird being left out of the conversation because he was a guy and that he did not need to hear about C-sections and wedding planning issues, was that Antonella was available, and maybe, just maybe he had a chance.

As he spent more and more time with Antonella, his crush grew to love as he grew a much greater appreciation for her. Her intelligence matched her beauty. She was hard working and a pleasure to be around. She had that effect on everyone.

John desperately wanted to say something to her. He wanted to confess his love. But all he really wanted was a date. But it didn’t seem appropriate to ask out your boss. Every night, the thought of approaching her crossed his mind. They even had some brief run-ins, where he thought maybe there was something there. There was Christmas when the entire department chipped in and bought her a gift. She was so grateful that she thanked everyone, but she gave John a hug and kiss on the check when she thanked him. There was the holiday party where they shared a drink and a dance. Then there were the frequent group birthday lunches where he somehow (whether through luck or coincidence) always managed to sit next to her. Their conversations were always pleasant and there seemed to be a connection there. Maybe she felt something for him as well. But John could never tell with women. He couldn’t tell if she was dropping signs or if he was simply looking for them.

At times, he would wonder if he felt love or lust for Antonella. He was very attracted to her and would want nothing more than to make love to her. Or did he just want to fuck her? Another notch on the belt? He kept telling himself that couldn’t be it. He liked her as a person, not just a piece of ass. But there were definitely moments at work when he fantasized about just taking her and doing all the nastiest things to her. The problem was that Antonella definitely dressed sexy, albeit professional. She felt comfortable in her own skin and didn’t mind showing off her legs and other body parts. In the summer time, she would wear skirts, dresses, and tops that fit her perfectly. In the wintertime, she would wear stockings. When she had an important meeting, she would always wear one of her sexy business suits. And she would always wear heels. She had a wide array of them. Open toed, pumps, strappy, stiletto. You name it, she wore it. And John was a sucker for a woman dressed like that.

After working there for some time, John started fantasizing about Antonella while at work. He would imagine the two of them going off on business trips together or working late together. Being alone together would provide the opportunity for John to finally seize the opportunity. But that opportunity never presented itself.

Until one late night at the office, both were working late on a major project. She was dressed in a simple black skirt that stopped right before her knees, black stockings, with a creamed colored thin turtleneck, and of course a pair of sling back heels. Just the kind of casual, yet sexy outfit that drove John crazy. As they left to call it a night and exited the building.

together, John was shifting back and forth on whether he should say something. As he walked her to her car, he once again chickened out. She got into her car and they said their “goodnights” as John walked away disappointed at himself. But as he walked away, he heard the rumbling sound of an engine. He turned around to see Antonella was having some car problems. He walked back to ask her if everything was ok. It was not and John was not an expert with cars, so he couldn’t offer any help. So he just waited around with her as Antonella called for tow truck. But to her dismay, no tow truck could get out to her for at least a couple of hours. She was about to leave her car there for the night and just take a taxi home, when John offered her a ride home. At first, Antonella didn’t want to bother John, but when she found out that a cab would be at least a 30-45 minute wait, she finally took John up on his offer.

The car ride was quiet as Antonella was visibly upset from the long day. John was playing all the scenarios in his head, as he pondered what would happen if he told her. But when the possibility of making love with her got into his head, he just couldn’t get it out. He imagined sucking on her breasts. Licking her thighs up and down. Tasting her. He imagined her mouth wrapped around his manhood. And the thought of being inside her blew his mind. Before he knew it, he had a huge bulge in his pants. He tried to cover it, but it was pretty obvious. John tried to get the erotic thoughts out of his, but it didn’t work. He just prayed that Antonella didn’t notice.

Antonella was exhausted. She had been pulling 10-12 hour days for the past month. The last thing she needed was the hassle of having car trouble. She just wanted to go home and lie in bed. She was so thankful that John was around that night. He had been a real help on the project and she enjoyed working with him. She looked over at him to thank him. But her eyes wandered and found their way to his crotch. At first, she thought she was imagining something. But after getting another look out of the corner of her eye, she was sure that he had an enormous hard on. At first, she was appalled. She didn’t know how to react. But then she felt a tingling sensation between her thighs. To her shock, she was immensely turned on and getting extremely wet.

Now she was trying to hide the fact that she was turned on. She moved around in her seat a few times. Then it occurred to her that he was turned on by her. It had been so long since she had been intimate with someone. She decided to make a move.

John was completely taken by surprise. Antonella was massaging his hard on through his pants while kissing his neck. He almost lost control of the car. Thank god they were nearing her apartment. He pulled over to the nearest parking space in front of her place and parked the car. He grabbed her as they kissed passionately. All the pent up anticipation caused him to practically suck her face off as they kissed. His hands explored her entire body. He caressed her breasts while she continued to rub his bulging hard on. He slid his hand down.

her stomach and finally slipped it up her skirt. He could feel the wetness through her thong. Antonella slowly unzipped his pants and let his manhood breath as they both moaned with passion.

They somehow managed to get into Antonella’s house. Neither John nor Antonella could remember how they got out of the car and in the door. Hell, John couldn’t even remember if he zipped his pants back up. They barely got past the front door before John pushed Antonella up against the front door and bent her over and started tasting her from behind. John didn’t even bother taking off her clothes. He just lifted up her skirt and slid her panties down around her knees. Antonella moaned as John maneuvered his tongue in a continuous circular motion. John was amazed at how sweet and clean she tasted. Antonella hadn’t felt this good in so long, and in no time, she came with a fury. Her whole body shook. Antonella then whispered that it was his turn. She stood him up and got down on her knees. She opened her mouth and sucked every inch. She stared up at him the entire time. The look on John’s face made Antonella remember just how good she was at this and how much she enjoyed pleasuring a man.

John could not take it anymore and knew if he let Antonella continue, he was going to explode in her mouth. He stood her up as they kissed again, practically tasting each other’s cum. Antonella hoped John had a condom, and to her luck, he always carried one in his wallet. John slid on the cover and picked Antonella up in his arms. He pushed her against the front door as he entered her. They kissed the entire time as he pumped and thrust. He started pounding away as hard as he could, throwing her body against the door, even banging her head a few times. They didn’t even bother stopping. From the door, they slid down to the floor. John lifted up her turtleneck to reveal her nice breasts. He sucked on each one as she bounced up and down. Her heels dug into the hardwood floor, scratching the surface with each bounce. While still inside her, John lifted her up and carried her over to the nearest couch. He laid her on her back and stood up to gaze over her. She was still clothed, but all the right parts were revealed. Even John didn’t manage to get out of his pants or shirt. He lifted her stocking covered legs and placed them on his shoulders. Each thrust shook Antonella’s entire body and her legs and heels flailed in the air. She looked up at John with those beautiful blue eyes and John finally could not take it anymore. He released all his fluids inside the condom. It was the best feeling he ever felt. They both collapsed on the couch, breathing heavily.

As Antonella fell asleep in John’s arms, John thought to himself sometimes, the moment is worth the wait. And by the way, she was wearing thigh high stockings and matching garters.

14

Even though Willow’s words affected Buffy a whole lot, once she went to see Angel she felt better. He was able to confront her in a totally different way. He held her, wiped her tears and listened to her. That was a plus factor that her previous relationships lacked. Though Riley had all that going for him, though there was something missing. She wasn’t in love with him as she is with Angel.

Buffy was lying on her bed just relaxing and feeling the comfort of her sheets beneath her. She wasn’t too crazy for silk or satin sheets. The comfort of cotton sheets was alluring enough for her. They felt cool, soft and comfortable against her body. She knew for sure how she’d get Angel coming over to her house in a flash. ‘Ooh, the fun we’re going to have. I wonder if he’ll be up for it.’

Well the afternoon was fastly approaching and Buffy decided that now was the time to start and have some fun. She knew Angel’s cell phone number by heart and dialed waiting for him to answer.

“Angel McKeon here. This better be important,” he said seriously.

“Well is that how you greet all your clients that become investors in your company?”

“Buffy,” he said smiling.

“Good guess. I was wondering are you busy right now?”

“Not really. Why you ask?”

“Well I have a bit of a challenge for you.”

“Okay. Tell me.”

“Here it goes. I’m naked and you have twenty minutes before I start putting my clothes back on.” Angel nearly chocked at her words. ‘Buffy’s naked! In her bed all alone waiting for me. I better get going.’

“Bye,” he said and quickly hung up the phone and rushed right out the door.

If there was a first time that Angel broke any speed laws, it was today. He heard the words naked and in bed which sent the lower region of his body feeling very aroused. He quickly parked his car on her driveway and made it to the door, which apparently was open. Angel climbed up the steps tow at a time and then called out her name.

“Buffy, where are you?”

“I’m in the second door to your left. I’m waiting,” she said and then laughed. Angel made his way to her bedroom and was amazed at what he saw. Buffy had her legs crossed with her palms resting on the mattress with a smile across her face.

“Well what are you waiting for? Don’t you want me?” he said batting her eyes at him. He could only nod his head in response and quickly began shedding off his clothes. Angel was only left in completely naked just lie the day he was born. He walked over to the bed in a very quick pace and straddled Buffy’s hips.

“You have been a very bad girl. Didn’t your mother ever told you that you shouldn’t threaten anyone like that?” he asked with a smirk.

“Actually it as a threat. It’s more like a challenge. I wanted to see if you wee up for it,” she said smiling back. She then took a hold of his erection and pulled it slightly to cause Angel to moan.

“Apparently you are up for the challenge,” she said smiling back wickedly.

“You bet I am.” He too his knee and parted her legs open. He then took his forefinger and slid it up her clit feeling how wet she was for him. She moaned at his touch and wanted him to do more.

“More,” she begged. He kept on gliding his finger, but added another and then began pinching her clit.

“Ooh,” she moaned. He knew exactly what buttons to push or rather what places to pinch her to make her feel the shivers all over her body. Angel then removed his fingers and adjusted himself right in between her legs. As he kept moving in and out of her, his hands found her breasts squeezing them gently feeling how full and soft they were in his strong hands. His head went down and captured on of her nipples and began sucking it. Buffy’s hand went through the short brown hairs on the nape of his neck and pushed him further into her breast. Angel’s lips kept on sucking, and then he flicked his tongue to lick her nipple. He went over to the other one as the unattended breast, which was wet and exposed to the cool air that permeated in the room. As Angel kept a steady pace going in and out of her Buffy’s orgasm was reaching its peak.

“Oh! Angel!” she screamed. The rush of her orgasm over took her body.

Angel laid next to her pulling her damp body against his and kissed her forehead. Angel’s feelings for Buffy were beginning to change and he wonder what Buffy would think. Little did he know Buffy felt the same way.

Can I tell you about a fantasy of mine, which involves me and a female friend fucking 2 guys?

Jo and I are similar builds, both with big breasts and dark hair, and sometimes we have sex with each other when there’s no man around. Then we decided to try have sex with 2 guys who would like a 4some.

So we went to a bar and picked out 2 likely lads. One was a big guy called Rob and he was sooooo sexy, I wet my knickers as soon as I saw him. His mate wasn’t bad either, Jo and I looked at each other and knew we’d found our 4some.

We joined their table and we all had lots to drink and smoke (lots of time to flirt, I loved rubbing my body all over Rob when I sat in his lap) and then we went back to Jo’s place. We had another joint when we got there and Jo put on some fuck videos, showing 2 girls and 2 guys getting it on. Jo and I started to put on a show for the guys, we kissed and licked each other’s faces before taking turns to suck on each other’s ample breasts. I love the feel of Jo’s tits, they are so soft like mine and they taste so nice. Her nipples are hard and pink and very easy to suck.

Then we went into a 69 and began sucking on each other’s pussies. Jo always tastes nice, I love to suck her cunt and ass and she always comes buckets and I love the taste of her cum. Rob had been sitting on the sofa wanking his cock but he came over to Jo’s bed and stuck his cock out so I could suck it. This I did, with enthusiasm, I love to suck cock and I always get off doing it as Jo will know, because I came on her face when I sucked Rob’s cock. Then he came behind me and stuck his cock inside Jo’s cunt, right above my face, and after a few pushes he pulled his cock out of her cunt and stuck it in my mouth. Suck my cock, you bitch, he said and I sucked Jo’s juices off Rob’s cock. Then he stuck his cock back inside Jo’s cunt and he fucked her harder and harder while I watched in envy. Finally I could stand it no longer and cried, Rob, fuck me now with that big hard cock, fuck I need you now, fuck me please and he said he would, but only after I had sucked his balls and licked his ass. I was quick to comply and I gave his balls a thorough sucking and his ass a good licking and then he was ready to let me fuck him.

Rob lay down and I kneeled above him, thrusting my breasts into his mouth and then I positioned his cock right at the entrance to my pussy. I was desperate to have that beautiful cock inside me but I took my time sliding down his cock, sliding slowly until his cock was finally embedded all the way deep inside my cunt.

I wriggled my hips around the base of his cock, fuck it felt good. Slowly I started to move up and down Rob’s cock, enjoying every second. I couldn’t help but go faster and faster until I was fucking him hard, fucking his cock, every hard inch, I knew I was going to come and I tightened my cunt muscles around his cock and I just exploded, and came with wave after wave of pleasure, I could feel my juices running down my legs.

And then I had to suck his cock, I had to suck my come juices off his cock so I dropped to my knees and swallowed his cock, every hard inch, and his cock tasted so good. I sucked and licked every inch of that cock and his hairy balls and I loved the taste of him so much I was just dying to taste his cum so I began to beg, come for me baby, give me your come, I want you to come in my mouth, let me taste your cream and I could feel his cock tighten and his balls felt different and I knew he was going to come and I was going to come too and then it hit me, his come came streaming out of his cock, into my mouth, onto my face, on my tongue, I tried to keep up and swallow and it tasted so good, I loved the taste of his come.

I sucked and licked until his cock was clean and completely soft and then I kissed Rob, let him lick the remnants of his come from my face. As we snuggled, we looked over to where Jo and Rob’s mate were still going at it and we knew the night was not finished yet.

My ex-husband had a fetish for underarm hair and he made me stay hairy. I had not shaved either my pits or my pussy for the last so many years that I have masses of hair in my underarms. My new boyfriend at first did not mind my hairiness but last night he said Baby I love you but so much hair in your underarms looks unattractive why don’t you shave your underarms”.

I did not feel bad then as we made love but the this morning when I got up in my white nightie and went to the bathroom I raised my arms and looked at the long bushy jet-black hair in my underarms. I must admit that it was very long and thick and it grew in thick tufts all over my underarms. My pussy hair too was very bushy but surely I could not shave my pubic hair. But I loved Bill and I did not want to lose him because of my hirsuteness. I picked up the razor to shave my underarms but it was so thick and I had not shaved in years that it seemed impossible to remove my bushy armpit hair by using Bill’s razors. I thought I would need to trim it first to more a decent length before attempting to shave the long bushy hair. I pulled it out and it seemed to pull out almost six inches. No wonder Bill was turned off completely.

I remembered that my hairdresser did a bikini shave and did underarms too but I thought I would look foolish if I asked Denise to shave off my underarm hair. Anyway there was nothing to be done and I knew I had to get rid of the heavy pelt of untrimmed hair in my bushy armpits. I bid Bill goodbye as he left for office and I walked around the block to the hairdressers. I was told that Denise was not in but Shawn would take care of me. At first I baulked I could never get my bushy armpits done by a man. Then I thought I never used Shawn before and maybe it would be easier than asking Denise.

Shawn sat me down on the chair and asked me what I wanted I shyly told him that I needed to get my underarms done. He did not look surprised at all and asked me to undress. I stood up and Shawn unzipped my dress and removed it, he said it looked expensive and didn’t want to damage it. He carefully put it on a hanger and put it in the closet, and then he turned to look at me. I had worn a white lace bra, panty, garter and nylon set from Victoria Secret and my bushy armpits looked very hairy. As I saw it in the mirror. Madam your armpits are so hairy why are you shaving it. It really looks gorgeous Shawn said. It old him my lover did not want me to stay hairy so I had to shave it.

”your underarm hair is so thick that I will not be able to remove it without shampooing it first he said and his hands moved slowly over my shoulders, down my arms to the elbow and then across my chest, his fingers stopped inches from my bra, my titties aching and the nipples hard. As his fingers ran through my underarm hair I felt a familiar tingle run through my pussy. My ex husband Rob used to put his hands in my underarm hair for hours sometimes even in public when I used to wear showing my bushy armpits in public. His fingers would invariably end up in my untrimmed armpit jungle and almost always people used to stare at us. He seemed least bothered though I would get embarrassed specially if he saw someone getting turned on he would whisper in my ears to raise my arms over my head or tuck my arms behind my head and show my unshaven pits. The jet-black pit hair would then be looked at sneakingly by the men/women who would continue to stare at the bushy jungle in my hairy armpits.

He made me slouch in the chair and I put my arms aloft behind. He put a warm sponge in my underarm hair and ran it along the length of my armpits. I found that we were not getting anywhere and I had the feeling he was caressing my underarm hair. I asked him how long it would take to remove my underarm locks. He did not reply and continued to run the wet sponge in my underarm hair.

I then saw a huge bulge in his pants. I was secretly thrilled that my unshaven armpits were turning him on. He saw me looking at his swollen penis behind his trousers. He said, Madam can I just play a little longer with your beautiful armpit hair it looks so lovely. It’s glistening with the water and I love the thickness of your armpit hair”

He drew the curtain and I put my hands on his bulge. I removed his clothes revealing the muscles on his arms and his hairy chest rippled, his stomach was flat, his cock was hard and his bag and balls tight and firm, he looked as ready as I felt.

He told me he wanted me to suck his cock and I leaned over and began to stroke his penis through his trousers. Slowly he told me, hold it touch it, lick it, just don’t rush. Then Shawn made a loud noise and told me to take him, he kept his hands in my armpit hair as I moved up and down his long shaft. The rough exterior of his trousers made it difficult to imagine how large his cock was but I knew it was bigger than either Rod my ex-husband or even Bill’s solid 10 incher. I heard noises from the persons in the next cubicle, but he held me to him as he moaned louder and began moving with me.

Sliding up to him, I looked at him sideways, “Well, I’m not supposed to use my hands since you have my hands aloft and you are pulling and caressing my furry armpits.” Kneeling down in front of him, I kept my hands behind my back and leaned forward. Using my teeth, I unbuttoned his pants and pulled the zipper down slowly. Taking his pants between my teeth, I pulled them down slowly. I felt horny and excited, looking at this massive cock. It measured almost a foot as I stared in amazement at his 12 incher. Big eh Shawn said admiring his own monster cock as he tugged at my underarm locks.

I am no innocent woman. When it came to cocksucking I was a slut and using my tongue, I circled the head and licked down the underside of his shaft. I flicked my tongue over the tip, his cock springing up and down. My mouth closed around his erection and I sucked. His moans were quiet. Ahhhhhhhhh he whispered as I licked at his shaft I have never seen so much armpit hair don’t shave your underarms please”. I bobbed my head up and down on his cock, my mouth the only thing touching him.

I felt the tip touching the back of my throat as I sucked faster and harder. I looked up at him and knew he was close. I pulled my mouth back and then rammed in down again. I fucked his cock with my mouth and savored the taste. I heard him grunt and then I felt his cum shot into my mouth. I drank him down, my chin getting the excess. I licked him clean and stood.

My armpits were glistening with sweat and he stared at the matted hair in my bushy armpits. He said, You look very sexy and your armpit hair is out of this world I don’t know why your lover doesn’t like your underarm bush”. He added Why me even Denise here has very hairy armpits and her husband John who has an even bigger cock loves armpit hair too why don’t you ask them too”

“Denise will be here after lunch with John and you ask her whether you should shave your armpit hair or not.”

Should I shave or not was my thoughts as I squeezed Shawn’s cock. I have not shaved so long so another few hours would not make a difference I nodded to Shawn.

Nelson pushed his hard cock towards the juicy hole that was being held open for him. Kristy licked her dry lips as the bloated, extremely hot, purple head leaked a long silver string of pre-cum into her parted pussy lips. She was so wet that bubbles from her dripping cunt was forming and had raised enough for anyone to easily see. It had coated her inner lips and they were slippery and shiny. Yet she felt Nelson’s air cooled pre-cum, as it made contact in her hole and snaked it’s way slowly down to join with her juices.

It was a nasty sight, his erect cock barely 3 inches from Kristy’s gooey, spread hole. A strand of silver going from his piss hole into her pussy. The string wiggled around and stuck to the edges of the gaping cavern, only to pop loose and wiggle again as Nelson stroked downward on his shaft to get more pre-cum to come out of his prick. Her 180 lb figure was laid out underneath him patiently waiting to be penetrated. Her red, shoulder length hair spread out over the pillow her head rested on.

Who knows why he had any pre-cum left, because Kristy gave him the most thorough head he had experienced in years. He had to hold back from cumming several times, as she corkscrewed his dick while sucking on the head. She tongued his piss hole quickly the entire time. Derek was a fool.

Nelson pressed forward, sinking the tip of his cock into Kristy’s pussy. She exhaled a little and further spread her legs to accommodate him. Her wetness allowed him to slide into her to his balls in one stroke. She felt warm, wet, and snug. Kristy’s knees were on either side of her breasts now, her breathing quickened. Eventually settling to the rhythm of Nelson’s slow pressing hips. He was only three full strokes into now, yet he was coated with her cream.

He resisted the urge to pound into her. She felt airtight, unlike his wife’s pussy, which queffed while he screwed her. Kristy felt entirely different. Soon however, his pace increased until he was literally hammering her. Their cream already had begun to foam on his shaft as he pistoned in and out. Kristy’s pussy lips were stretched wet and tightly around him. Her mouth mimicked her stretched cunt as she accepted his barrage of thrusts.

She gasped in tune to his pounding. Her breasts were still damp from him sucking on them earlier. They were flat against her, and moved like gelatin on her chest as her body rocked. The air-conditioned room made certain the nipples were hard and pointing towards the ceiling.

Kristy was caught off guard when Nelson started jabbing forcefully in her pussy. Her gasping got louder as his pace slowed and the power of his thrusts increased. Slapping noises reverberated throughout the motel room. Kristy felt a warm rush inside of her and knew he was cumming. She gripped her pussy as tight as she could and tweaked Nelson’s nipples as he came inside of her.

She was rewarded with him moaning loudly as his load shot out of him. His cum shots hit her cervix in repeated high-pressure spurts. With her natural tightness topped with her pussy muscles clinching, she knew he was being drained fully. Nelson’s thrusts finally stopped as his orgasm faded. He lay pressed against her breathing heavily.

Kristy wasn’t done yet however. The feel of him shooting off into her had gotten her hornier. She was pressing up against Nelson as if her body was begging him to continue to stroke her. Tired but resilient, Nelson started moving his semi-hard cock again. She was so well lubricated with cum, some leaked out on Nelson’s backstrokes. A puddle had formed and Nelson increased his speed and depth. His pubic bone was angled to mash her clit while she was fucked and an orgasm approached.

Nelson felt her spasming around his dick as he fucked into her. If felt so good his erection returned by the time Kristy’s cum subsided. She looked into his face and rubbed on his nipples again. This time pinching them gently and then held them firmly. Nelson fucked as hard as he could, recognizing the signal for him to cum again.

Being Hispanic, this was the first time he had been in a Caucasian woman’s pussy. It was as good as his friend had said it was. Although she remained snug, their cum made for near frictionless fucking. He lit her up for another furious 7 minutes before he came again. This time holding his body pressed against hers, with her legs in the air on both sides of him. He ground the remnants of his now tender balls, into her pussy. He started kissing her as they both calmed down. At last, her rolled off of her, cum ran out of her soggy cunt like it spilled from a cup. His cock, coated in froth, slapped against his belly.

Sitting in a chair in a corner, was me, hold my softening black dick. My own nut juice covering my fingers, as I still couldn’t believe I had arranged this entire evening. I walked over to the bed they both still lay and offered my cock to Kristy. My slutty wife licked the cum off my dick and fingers, rolled over and did the same for Nelson as he winced. With her back turned, I lifted one of Kristy’s legs from behind while she was still licking cream off Nelson’s dick. My dick was half-hard, but she had two loads shot into her pussy, so I slid my cock into her pussy easily from behind. I dropped her leg back down and pumped slowly. Her third load for the day was well on it’s way.