Into The Woods (erotic tales)
Erotic Stories and Misadventures of some guy named Jimmy.
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My Very First Orgasm
Posted:Sep 9, 2016 11:55 am
Last Updated:Aug 9, 2018 10:24 am
Welcome to INTO THE WOODS! An Erotic Blog for those who enjoy erotica ... I have reached 116 watchers so far and I do invite you to become a watcher! Heck, become a FAN too if you like! LOL I will post new stories on a regular basis! Just keep rolling down to get the latest Story! Well now moving up to the 43,000 viewer mark for this post~! I first started at Swingers Space in 2016 and then split for a while. It's good to be back~! Thanks Every! Funny I have had SO many readers and so few .. That might be a good thing~! LOL (but seriously, please leave a comment so I'll know you were here) YAY~! I JUST HIT 116 WATCHERS!!!! ( now if they were all fans too... ) Please feel free to continue to sign up. )
Jimmy B.

My very first orgasm.... A true (and very short) story.

This takes place during my puberty phase of life.

Most people are shocked when hearing about little boys being molested by older girls. Facts are facts. I enjoyed every minute of it. So in my case, I hardly call it being molested as much as being hooled. Lee Ann was our baby sitter. She lived in a house on the next block over and her mother and mine were best friends. I think Lee Ann was 15 when this story took place.

Lee Ann had several boyfriends over for sex at various times when she watched us for my parents. I had watched a few times and knew a few of the basics but had never had the chance to try them out.

We got into an argument at "bed time" night and I refused to go to bed so she wouldn't have a chance to call her boy friend to come over for a visit. Lee Ann was a head taller than me and tried to force me into the bed. I resisted and fought back. She proceeded to try and strip me down to my underwear during our battle and succeeded. That's when she diovered the hard on I was sprouting in my fruit of the looms. She started rubbing my shorts and things suddenly changed. I responded by touching her boobs.......... Her clothes came off faster than mine did.

We wound up fucking each other. First I was on top, then when she saw I didn't know what I was doing, Lee Ann switched over and got on top (Still my favorite position to this day.) and rewed me until she cum all over me. thing about this 12 boy, my penis might not have been as big as an adult but it stayed hard forever. I didn't know how to have an orgasm and wasn't even close to ejaculation by the time Lee Ann had finished. She didn't know what to think. Up till then all her guys popped off within a couple of minutes and she was left to finish herself off by hand. I was her new toy that could keep up.

This went on for a couple of months. Lee Ann even invited me to her house when her parents were g. Not once during all these fuck sessions did I even come close to popping my load. Hell, I didn't even know what a load was till she told me. (I learned NOTHING from my folks about sex). Of course it still felt like heaven while we were "doing it". By this time I was pounding her from behind doggy style and she even let me rew her in the ass while she fingered herself. Thank god for Vaseline. She had a tight ass hole. But again.... I never did cum.

evening after the girls were put to bed, Lee Ann showed up in my room with my dad's electric hair clippers (the big black s with multiple trimmer covers). Dad used the thing to keep my hair buzzed short.

"What are you going to do? Cut my pubes?" I was growing hair around my privates and I thought she was going to cut them off. "No freaking way! I need those hairs in place when I go to gym class!"

"I 'm not going to give you a trim silly. Got a treat for ya Jimmy. You are going to like this." she said as she plugged the cord into the wall. She began rubbing my cock through my jeans and up popped the little guy like magic. I was worried as she stripped my clothes off that she would cut off what few hairs I had down there. I was only of a couple of guys in my grade with hair down there and if I showed up bare naked in the showers.........I'd just die!

Lee Ann began with a sweet kiss on the tip of my swollen pecker. I shuttered as a thrill sent goose bumps all over. I grabbed her head as I pushed my penis deeper into her open mouth. She flipped on the switch on the clippers and held it against the base of my cock above my balls......................... ....OH MY GODDDD!

The vibrations from the clippers shot through me like an electric jolt. I gasped for breath as Lee Ann continued to lick and suck on the head of my cock. I became weak in the knees and slowly sat down on the edge of the bed. My breath was coming in ragged gasps for air....I couldn't get enough air..... I let go of her head and grabbed the edge of the bed for support. I began to loose control of my mules and shook as though I were freezing. I could feel nothing but the INCREDIBLE sensations coming from her blow job.....Nothing like this had EVER felt this way! I laid back on the bed and quivered while Lee Ann continued sucking me into heaven.

I could feel heat building in my balls after a few felt awesome all at the same time. I was gasping for air even harder now. The pressure/pain/pleasure growing inside me. then I....I....blacked out.

The first thing I noticed was that my body felt like it was tingling all over. I flet a rise of panic as I couldn't remember where I was or what had happened....then I saw Lee Ann wipe something off her face. (found out later it was cum) I remembered....."Holy CRAP! is THAT what I've been missing?" She smiled and laughed.

"You wouldn't stop shooting Jimmy, I swallowed till I choked then you shot another load right in my face! Euuuuh!" then she giggled.

"Uh.....can we do that again?"..... and we did.... over and over for months to come.

True story. I found out that I could get off with just the clippers al and wound up burning it out after a few months of masturbating with it. But that's another story.

Jimmy B.

Oh by the way, I do love to "Kiss and Tell" so there are over 100 more stories listed below for your enjoyment. I have 2 more stories about Lee Ann as well as my continuing WALNUT STREET journal...... ALL are welcome! While not all of the stories are true histories, most of them do draw from personal experience. This is the real deal. 45 of the stories on this blog are true. about 20 have some "exaggerations" added and the rest are fictional with a personal touch or . See if you can pick out which is which.

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All are welcome...(even the negative s LOL I need the feedback to improve my stories.) Thanks again. Jimmy B.
Melatonin: The New Wonder Drug.
Posted:Aug 16, 2018 9:13 am
Last Updated:Aug 16, 2018 11:54 am
Hello Everyone~!

I have recently started taking melatonin supplements (the pills are NOT listed as a REAL drug) before bedtime as a good friend of mine told me they “help” you to deep sleep faster than not taking them. Well I’m always having problems sleeping so I figured, why not? Then I found out one of the side effects of melatonin are very vivid dreams. I’m talking about 3D color sight smell, sound and taste. Let me tell you about the amazing dream I had last night.

First thing, this dream was super vivid. I looked off into the distance and saw the tiny silhouette of what looked like a woman in a loose dress. The next instant, she was right next to me, squeezing her body into mine, her excited blue eyes practically drilling holes into my head. She was grinning a sly little grin, and completely naked save for a blanket that she was holding over her body. I could only barely get a good look at her face before she giggled and threw her blanket over my face, and then tackled me to the ground.

I fully expected the impact to jolt me awake, but it didn't. It wasn't anything like the impact I thought it would be. Like a big, soft cushion rather than a concrete floor. When I pulled the blanket off, she was right on top of me, drawing circles on my chest with her finger and licking her lips. She leaned in and kissed me, and kept kissing for what felt like hours. Between the warmth of her kiss and the eagerness of her whole body pressed against mine, I couldn't help but get extremely turned on. My cock sprang up, just barely brushing against the inside of her thighs. She quite clearly noticed, since she let out a tiny little moan, but she didn't break off the kiss. Instead, she pushed her legs together around my cock, and then shifted her body down just a tiny bit – no more than an inch. My cock became rock hard, harder than it's ever been. Not because of the squeezing, but because her sweet, delicate pussy was resting directly on top of my shaft.

If she had shifted just a bit more, I would have come on the spot, and apparently my face reflected that. She stopped kissing me, moved her legs back apart, and slowly moved her body down mine, excruciatingly dragging every inch of her warm, sexy body along the entire length of my cock. When her lips reached it, my shaft was almost trembling. She gave it a single lick all the way up, giggling at how much it twitched when she did. Finally, mercifully, she took in her mouth and started to work her tongue around it. Her left hand was firmly around my cock, while her right seemed to work its way down her body, working a finger or two in and out of her pussy. I was reaching my limit, and my involuntary gasps and spasms just about coincided with hers. I probably should have warned her that I was about to cum, but she didn't seem to mind. I blew my hot white liquid into her mouth, and she just shut her eyes and swallowed it. When she was quite sure that I was finished cumming, she released my now-limp cock, breathing heavily and looking at me with the naughtiest, sexiest grin I've ever seen. Her hand was still on her pussy, and before I could even attempt to move, she grabbed my shoulder and did something I couldn't really comprehend. She somehow pushed me AND spun me so that, in a split second, her dripping wet pussy was mere inches from my head.

Thinking back on it now, that one can probably be chocked up to the whole thing being a dream, but I had more important things to think about. She looked down at me with a piercing stare. And I mean a PIERCING stare. It wasn't a "Aww yeah, we're gonna have sex, and it's gonna be great" stare; more like "oh god oh god I fucking need someone to fuck me RIGHT NOW FUCK FUCK WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR I NEED THIS JUST FUCKING DO IT FUCK HURRY UP AND FUCK ME FUCK FUCK AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA".

She jammed her plump, wet pussy into my face, so I did the logical thing and started licking it. Immediately she let out a brilliant pent-up combination of gasps and moans, which only grew in intensity when I licked harder. Her hands kept alternating between pulling my head closer to her pussy and squeezing her perky tits, both of which were driving her ever closer to the edge.

It was only then that I had noticed her powerfully erect clit just below my nose. I flicked my tongue up and around it. She screamed through her pleasure. Her legs started to shake. I wrapped my lips around it and gave a single gentle suck. Apparently that was too much for her, and she came all over my face. Her legs twitched, her breathing steadied, and she removed her pussy from my face, revealing a thick coating of her own juices all over it. Out of curiosity, I licked my lips a bit, trying to find some sort of taste in her beautiful pussy's juices. Strangely enough, it tasted like fresh raspberries.

She stood up, finally letting me see her whole naked body. She looked fucking amazing. Long brown hair, shimmering blue eyes, big perky breasts, nicely toned legs, and an ass you could bounce quarters off of. She was perfect. The noticeable wetness of her pussy only made her look sexier.

I stood up next to her and whispered the only thing I could think of, "You taste like raspberries."

She smiled, "You taste like chocolate." Her voice was irresistible: smooth, bubbly, demure, and just a little bit lusty all blended together. I couldn't help but snicker at the thought of ejaculating chocolate.

She swung her arms over my shoulders and leaned in close for a kiss. It felt like another one of those hours-long kisses that never seemed long enough. Eventually she pulled her face away from mine to lick her lips for a moment with an inquisitive stare.

Before I could ask about it, her stare melted into an excited grin, "That's raspberries alright!"

All I could think to do was smile and hug her tight. Without missing a beat, she nestled her head in my shoulder and gave a satisfied sigh.

"I think I like you," she suddenly said, no more than three seconds into the hug, "Wanna fuck some more?"

I was thrown by the request, but my cock hardened anyway.

She glanced down and smiled, "I'll take that as a yes!" She giggled again, "Now don't move."

She moved my hands over my eyes, "And no peeking!"

About ten seconds later, she exclaimed, "Okay, look!"

She was on a huge, probably king-sized bed with her ass in the air just a foot from my head. She looked back and shot me a naughty grin, "C'mon, make me yours."

I couldn't hesitate. My raging erection wouldn't let me. Immediately I grabbed her hips and thrust my cock into her wet little pussy. She gasped and visibly grabbed at the sheets. With every push and pull on her hips, I felt every bit of her tight little pussy, and she felt the whole length of my cock. The two seemed to fit perfectly, like they were made for each other. Between her pussy and her lustful moans and screams, it wasn't long at all before I was at my limit.

"Fuck," I managed between thrusts, " about to-"

She cut me off, only barely containing her pleasure, "Me too. On three?"

I didn't bother to go to the trouble of agreeing with her. Seeing her writhing and squirming with ecstasy was pushing me too close. I thrust forward forcefully, "One..."

She screamed, clutching harder at the sheets. I thrust again, "Two..."

Her head fell forward. She was squeezing her mouth shut, but couldn't help but let out a long carnal moan of pleasure.

I thrust one last time, ready to cum, "Three!"

And then I woke up. At first I thought it was all a dream; it was the first time in I had woke up with cum all over my boxers.

Anyway, to make a long story short, I need to buy some more melatonin pills, as many as I can get
The Party (My First Story)
Posted:Jul 26, 2018 6:00 am
Last Updated:Aug 2, 2018 2:25 pm
Found this in my files and thought I'd share it with everyone again.


I lived off campus, not too far from the stadium. The cluster of apartments were designed with 4 units on top and 4 units downstairs. My apartment was in the center on top. I had been sharing the place with my best friend until he decided to move in with his girlfriend across town. I was looking for a roommate at the time. Little did I know when I moved in that this particular apartment complex was a focal gathering point for the gay community around the Cookeville area. I found out about 2 months after Jackson moved out. I was coming home late in the afternoon when I found Janet (one of the two women living right below me) sitting on the stairs with grocery bags sitting on the floor. I looked at her and asked what was wrong.

"I went to the store without my keys and Sharon has locked me out." she said with a small frown on her face. Sharon worked at a local bar and wouldn't be back for hours. I offered to let her use my fridge for the items that needed it and she took me up on it.

"I need to call Sharon if you don't mind." I showed her the phone on the wall then moved the eggs and milk into the icebox.

After a few seconds on the phone, Janet told me she needed a lift to go get her apartment key from Sharon at the bar. I asked how did she get from the store back to here in the first place. She explained that Sharon had been with her and dropped her off on the way to work. Oh well, I thought I could use a brew while she gets her key so I said OK.

As I sat at the bar sipping my beer, I saw Janet and Sharon talking at the far end. As Janet came back to me I finished it and stood up. She thanked me and asked me to take her back to the apartment. When we unloaded her things into the grocery bags, Janet reached up to the collar of my shirt and brushed the chest hair that was sticking out with her fingers.

"Sharon's off work tomorrow evening and we are having a little get together. Would you like to join us around six o'clock?"

"Uhhh, yeah sure." I managed to say. The look she gave me and her two fingers stroking my chest caused a sudden shift in the suddenly tight pants I was wearing. "I'll be there." I watched her ass move back and forth as she walked out the door. She turned suddenly and caught me staring.

"Don't be late." she said with a smile that would light up a room.

The next day I was slightly distracted at school. After classes, I went to my part time job at the radio station and cleaned the offices. Around 4:30 pm I ate with a few of my friends at the student center, looking forward to the "little get together" at six. By 5:45 I had showered, shaved and trimmed my mustache. Then I dabbed on a little aftershave. Not wanting to show up empty handed, I drove by BUD's drive thru and bought 2 six packs of Bud Light to take with me. I rang the doorbell at 6:05. The music coming from inside the apartment was loud but not enough to disturb the neighbors. Some dude with a grin on his face and a joint in his mouth answered the door and invited me in as soon as he saw the beer.

Just then the smell of pot hit me like a train wreck. While I had tried smoking that stuff back in high school, I avoided becoming involved with it. Seen too many good friends throw away their futures with drugs. I preferred beer and wine myself. Oh well, I can always wash the smell out of my clothes later. Mr Teeth pointed me to the kitchen and offered me a tote on his joint. I held up the two six packs and said "Maybe later man, my hands are full."

I won't bore you with too many details; almost everyone from the apartment complex was there. Some were smoking, some drinking, a couple of girls making out on the couch ..... girls making out????? ..... Hummm, this WAS getting interesting.

About that time I felt a hand on my shoulder. I turned and Janet smiled and said she was glad I came. She then took the beers from me, put them in the fridge. Then she pulled one off the plastic rings , opened it, took a swallow and handed it to me. With a wrinkled nose and a sly smile she said "Enjoy." and moved away into the living room.

My eyes drifted down to her ass as it swayed with the beat of the song playing in the background. "Damn!!!" I thought to myself. Then I took a deep breath and a sip of the beer and followed.

I knew the faces if not the names of the neighbors gathered. The two girls making out lived in the building across the parking lot. There was Jerry and Keith from my floor and the older guy from downstairs, plus a few like Mr. Teeth that I did not know. Small talk and drinking while watching the women in the crowd seemed harmless enough. Some were really fine looking but some were also very ...... well I got to say it....scary looking. Gothic makeup, side by side with one chick dressed up like a lumberjack complete with flannel shirt and boots. The guys were a shocker. Some were normal looking and some looked like they were wearing feminine eyeshadow????

OK, I was a little confused. To cover myself I downed the beer and headed back for another. I walked in on Mr. Teeth and the older guy in a lip lock in the kitchen. I was confused no longer. It was an "alternative lifestyle" party. With that revelation I turned and took another look at the crowd and suddenly everything made sense. Almost everyone here was a couple, guys with guys and girls with girls. My odds of getting laid just doubled in a way I wasn't exactly happy about.

Sure enough, three guys hit on me before the crowd realized I was straight. I thanked each one and said I was flattered but no. I watched as Sharon and Janet were talking and laughing by the bedroom door, I think they were being entertained by my situation. But with five beers in me, and the fact that Janet was really hot, I decided to be as cool as I could and not spoil the buzz I was working on. I moved about the party, chatted with various people. Funny thing was, most of the women knew I wasn't gay but most of the men couldn't tell. We laughed about it. I kept saying that it was wishful thinking at work.

Around 11:30 there was a sudden exodus. People had paired (or "tripled" ) up and were leaving. I looked up one minute and everyone was gone except Sharon and Janet.

"Uhhhh...well... " I started to say when they started dancing to a slow song in the middle of the floor.

Sharon's hands were moving across Janet's body in a very slow sexy caress from behind, moving across her chest then down her stomach.

Sharon's hands brushed back upward under Janet's shirt. (I had noticed earlier she wasn't wearing a I studied her slim figure from across the room. The way her long blond hair with subtle waves hung down her back moved with a life of it's own with each turn of her head. Her eyebrows nearly invisible above the sky blue eyes made my mouth water). Now my hopes were shattered....Janet and Sharon .... just great! For the first time ever I wished I was a woman for a moment. Then I wished I was anywhere but here.

Janet turned around in Sharon's arms and began a deep open mouthed kiss. My pants became crowded as my penis suddenly grew to twice it's size. They were so involved with each other I felt like I was forgotten, a third wheel as it were. So I quietly got up and headed for the door before my embarrassing hard-on was noticed.

As I reached for the door Sharon said out loud, "Just a minute Sugar. Where the hell do you think you're going?" Sharon was the opposite of Janet. Very dark hair, taller and with the kind of tan you have to be born with. ( I found out later her people were from the middle east a couple of generations ago.) Where Janet had smaller, firm breasts, Sharon sported size D's and never went anywhere without full bra support.

The first thought that went through my head was "Huh?" Then I turned and saw the expressions on their faces....( please understand I was a little drunk and not on my best game) ... I said something to the effect that they wanted privacy so..... maybe I had better……

"God, " said Sharon, "you sure can pick 'em Jan." Her southern dialect was very thick. I kinda liked it. "Come 'ere Sugar, Moma's got somethin for her hero."

Then it sunk in "JACKPOT!!!" I thought to myself as the two of them grabbed an arm each and led me to one of the bedrooms.

As we walked into the bedroom, I kept thinking to myself, "Please don't wake up....please don't wake up...." or at least something close to that. Sharon whipped off her top and the succulent twins popped out swinging inside a black lacy bra. I turned to look at Janet but she had already thrown off her shirt, her nipples were standing out pink and hard. Within a heartbeat I pulled my Nike tee shirt over my head and was pulling at my belt.

"Slow down Sugar." Sharon said.

"Yeah, Jimmy, I wanna do that!" Janet whispered as she moved my hands away from my belt. "You need to kick off the shoes first lover."

The girls shoved me onto the bed then started unlacing my shoes, tugging them off then pulling off the socks. My crotch was straining to get out the zipper holding it back. They took their good sweet time reaching for the belt buckle. I could hardly stand it. Janet loosened the belt, and slowly pulled the zipper down while Sharon slipped off her bra. WOW!!!! .....Just WOW!!!.....

Now, I'm an ass man myself, I love to watch a woman's butt....but I had to admit it, Sharon's tits were breathtaking. As my mouth hung open, Janet had succeeded in pulling my pants and boxers down to my knees. With a quick tug the clothes were history. By this time, Sharon had dropped her blue jean shorts and panties. She moved in to allow Janet her turn at undressing. Sharon touched my cock with her soft hands, First she licked the tip then gently blew her breath across it. The sudden chill sent a shiver all the way down to my toes.

I was busy watching Janet. She turned her back to the bed, slowly undid the front of her pants, then slowly pulled them down, inch by inch. Bending over as she made a little left then right twist, then she bent lower as the pants popped off her hips. She dropped them and looked at me over her shoulder just like the day before. Her smile was dazzling; her ass was to die for! By this time my hands were busy squeezing Sharon's breasts as she was licking and kissing my dick.

Janet slid in on my right side, her attention divided between my cock and Sharon's face. Janet's hand went to my balls and gently massaged them as her lips started moving up and down the side of my penis with a slow steady rhythm. Sharon, on the left matched the motion going up then down on the side. Their lips were touching as they went up and down. Then as they reached the end of the staff, they proceeded to french kiss each other with the head of my cock flicking in and out of each mouth. Janet's hand began stroking my shaft as the kiss continued.

"HOLY FUCK!!!! what's THAT?!?!?'" I gasped out loud.
Sharon had pressed something up against the base of my penis that sent a shock-wave of pleasure through my body. I looked and saw the biggest damn vibrator I have ever seen being pressed against my cock. It was about 18 inches long, sculpted to look like a man's penis on both ends!!! The middle had a bulge with a red on/off switch.

"What are you planning to do with that?" I asked as I tried to get up.

Sharon shoved me back onto the bed, I tried to get up again and Janet sprung onto the bed to hold me down. She managed this by throwing her leg across my head and sitting on my face. Not wanting to waste a golden opportunity, I plunged my tongue into her sweet pussy for a taste.

As my tongue slipped between Janet's tender folds, I stopped struggling on the bed. The salty sweet taste filled my mouth and the aroma of her natural musk went straight into my brain. What a wonderful way to subdue a guy. I highly recommend it over a choke hold.

Janet leaned forward to rejoin Sharon in stimulating my hard-on while Sharon was busy stroking the base of my cock with the vibrator. Janet started going down on the top of my shaft. They were making a game out of seeing who could stuff my dick deeper and suck it harder while the vibrations of the double dildo kept driving me up the wall!

All this and a face full of pussy.....I had died and gone to heaven for sure. I still remember the funny sound Sharon made each time she pulled her mouth off the top of my dick "POP!!" ....."POP!!" .... "POP!!". She did put more suction into the work than Janet, but Janet did go down further. I couldn't decide who was better. This continued for a few minutes.

I felt something tugging at the tip of my penis. Being somewhat sloppy wet by now, I wasn't sure at first but then I realized one of them was putting a condom over my manhood. I was too busy licking Janet's sweet pussy to complain. Sharon moved up and started rubbing her vagina across my rubber coated dick. Janet shifted into a sitting position on my face as Sharon stuffed my penis into herself. Straddled face to face on top of me, the two of them started kissing, fondling, and sucking each other while they began to grind on yours truly. Sharon clamped down on me as she rotated her hips. I could feel her hand rubbing on the outside of her clit close to my cock. Janet was moving like a belly dancer, her clit was moving across my tongue, my nose, my tongue, my chin then back to my tongue increasing the pressure as she slid back and forth.

It started as a warm pressure in my balls, I tried to hold back, I was greedy and didn't want to stop. The heat rose up through my guts into the base of my cock. My balls were swelling with the most joyful pain I have ever felt. Faster and faster they moved. Hotter and hotter the pressure kept building..... until......I exploded and the room went dim.....

When I opened my eyes, Janet and Sharon were looking at me with matching wicked smiles. "He lasted longer than anyone had before." said Sharon. "I guess you really CAN pick 'em Jan. Now Sugar, it's our turn. We know you can fuck, but can you just watch without touching? No touching us or yourself. You can't join in unless we ask you to. Can you handle that?"

Shit. After what had just happened, she could have told me to walk to town naked and I would have agreed on the spot. Yeah, I was thinking with my dick again.
"Hell yeah! I‘d LOVE to watch." I said.

As I sat in the chair and watched, the girls turned it on big time. I was feeling a little out of place so while they were busy with each other I got up to go get a brew. I needed to replenish fluids if you know what I mean. When I got back they had moved from making out to full oral "69" with Sharon on top, her tits mashed against Janet's stomach, I could not see the other end but I could hear Janet moaning with each movement of the top of her head.

Sharon wrapped one arm around Janet's leg and had placed her middle finger deep into Janet's ass. With the other hand, Sharon was rubbing Janet's clit if swift, circular strokes in between each long loving french kiss, her tongue probing in and out the wet pink folds.

Sharon's ass was slowly thrusting back and forth across Janet's face. I watched as her fingers rotated in the same direction in Janet's ass and on her clit. Between the deep licks Sharon was talking dirty to Janet saying things like " Taste my pussy juice you cunt." and "You little bitch, suck it, suck my clit." and at other times just "UUUAARGH! FUCK IT FUCK ME HARD!" The only thing I could make out from Janet was a muffled moaning sound. I took a deep swallow and realized I had finished the beer without even knowing it.

The 69 action continued for a few more minutes. I saw that Sharon and Janet both kept looking at me from time to time, getting louder after each eye contact. I was watching and trying to remember not to touch myself. For the record, between the beer and the double fuck earlier, my cock was still resting half limp much to my surprise. Normally just watching a rabbit cross the road would give me a hard on but for some reason I was less than full mast at the time. They noticed too.

Sharon rolled off the top of Janet and grabbed the big blue double dildo off the nightstand. She waved it at Janet who grabbed the end and stuck it in her mouth while watching me.

"Give it to me Bitch... Give it to me NOW!" Janet whispered as she moved into position on her hands and knees, her lovely ass facing me. Sharon moved the wet tip of the dildo up and down Janet's pussy. I could hear the humming sound
coming from the BOB (that's shorthand for Battery Operated Boyfriend – I found out later). The vibrations were causing Janet to jerk almost uncontrollably.
"Now, NOW....Bitch I SAID NOW!" she growled at Sharon. The look on her face was pure greed and lust as she looked at me across the room.

Sharon placed the tip at her slick lips and glided it in. OOOOOOOOOHHHHH!!" rushed out of Janet's mouth as the vibrator slid home. Sharon stroked it in and out a few times, each stroke in resulting in another loud "OOOOHHH!!" coming from Janet. Then Sharon rolled around with her butt up facing away from Janet. She then guided the other end of the dildo into herself and pushed back ass to ass, cheek to cheek on all fours facing away from Janet.

"UUUUUHHHHHGGGHHH!" came out of Sharon's mouth as the vibrations hit home. Then each began to thrust with their hips grinding down on the big blue BOB. In near perfect timing grind... thrust... back...moan....grind.... thrust....back...MOAN! again and again. I have never watched anything like it before.

"Oh my God!" crosses my mind as my cock suddenly springs to life begging for some attention.

The moaning continued with each grind and thrust. My dick began to throb with a life of it's own. "Get some!" was screaming into my brain from my "other" head. Sharon was watching my penis poking up between my legs, moving i time with each grind the girls were performing on the bed.

"NO touching prick! Remember the rules!" Sharon gasped between moans. My hand moved away from my throbbing cock.

I wasn't sure if she was calling me a prick or just reminding me what I wasn't allowed to touch it. Sharon's eyes were glued to my penis as she continued to fuck Janet.

Janet's moans became louder and an octave higher. "OOOOHHHH......OOOOOOHHHH" turned into "OOHHHHHHMMMM .... ......OOOOOOHHHHHMMMMMY........ OOOOOHHHHHHHMMMMMY........
OOOOHHHHMMMYYY GGGGGuh.... OOOOHHHHMMMMYYY GGGGAAAWWW...... Then she stopped moving, squealed out loud "OH MY GGGGGGAAAAWWWDDD!" at the top of her lungs and crashed forward onto the bed, pulling the dildo with her and out of Sharon.

Sharon cried out "Oh Shit, Shit, Shit!" as she rolled over onto her back, her hand already rubbing her clit hard and fast. I turned to look at Janet. Her eyes were fluttering and I remember being a little confused when I saw the dick shaped dildo sticking out the back.

"Get your ass over here Sugar!" Sharon cried, "Momma needs your tongue on her NOW!"

I realized I was being summoned so I almost leaped out of the chair, relief was on the way! Sharon grabbed my hair as I settled my face between her legs. no time for foreplay. She proceeded to grind my face into her hot spot. The juices were flowing steady and I was hungry. She jerked and tugged my hair with each movement. Somehow, the pain made it even better. Sharon's mouth was spewing obscenities while trying to pull my whole face inside her pussy. I remember words like Cocksucker, Asswipe Mother Fucker and Bastard" being repeated over and over. I remembered how Sharon worked on Janet, so I licked my finger and pushed it into her asshole while I was probing her pussy with my tongue.

She jerked as I entered both holes and continued her cursing. I flipped my tongue across her clit, moved in for a kiss and then sucked it into my mouth, stroking it with the tip while sucking on it. I tasted the salty sweet juices as my mouth was pressed deep into the folds. After a few seconds of this, Sharon made a grunting sound as she pulled my hair back, forcing my face away from her cunt. My finger was still inside her ass when the oddest thing happened. Her asshole started to quiver and spasm.... clamping down around my finger rapidly. Then a HOT stream of juice squirted out her pussy and right into my face and mouth. I drove my face forward to suck up each drop.

Funny thing about eating pussy. I have found that no two women taste exactly the same. Even trying to describe the flavor, in general, is rather difficult, but up till this point, I had never tasted a woman's cum. If you took the aroma of freshly grilled tuna, added a dash of salt, lemon,saffron, walnut and sunflower oil with a strong earthy bit of truffles in a butter/wine sauce, blend them all into a creamy liquid you are getting close. Truth is the only way to describe the flavor in one word.

It tastes like SEX. And I was eating it up.

Sharon quivered, took a deep breath, and smiled. "Yeah, I guess Jan can really pick 'em." she said as she released my hair, and rolled over onto her side. I was still enjoying the moment when I heard Janet clear her throat. "Hey Jimmy, is it my turn now?" she whispered as she got back up on all fours and wiggled her marvelous ass at me. The dildo was nowhere to be seen and my penis was screaming for attention.

As I looked at Janet's bare ass I noticed she was reaching for something on the nightstand. It was a smaller dildo (made for one only) and a tube of KY jelly. She gave me another one of those megawatt smiles of hers and softly purred,"I wanna take you like a man."

Again I was a little confused. Maybe it was the beer , maybe it was the fact that all the blood was rushing away from my brain and filling my penis, I just did not get it. When I moved in to insert tab A into slot B doggy style she pulled away and said, "No Jimmy, I want it in my ass....Don't you like my tight little ass?"

OOOOOOOOOHHHHHH..YEAAAAAAHHH! I figured out what the KY was for. She inserted the BOB into her pussy and made a soft "mewing" sound. Then, while still on her hands and knees, Janet handed me the tube of lube.

She then whispered, "Be gentle as first...then when I tell you, I want you to ass fuck me hard....long and hard!"

I glanced back at Sharon and she was in the chair playing with the big blue BOB. Her eyes half closed but watching still. I opened the lube, squeezed it between the cheeks of her butt and started working it into the pink puckered hole with my finger. I inserted first one then two fingers working the lube deeper into her. I added more lube then stick the finger of my other hand beside the first two. I gently rotated the fingers, I could feel the vibrations drifting up through her from the dildo in the other hole. Janet had stopped talking and was moaning with each breath. The muscles in her anus were beginning to relax a bit, I continued to pull and stretch the opening, moving deeper and deeper. I moved another finger into the hole and pulled it open further, the lube fully coating the inside made my grip very slippery.

"OH DAMN IT!" she cried, "NOW! Jimmy NOW!"

I pulled my right hand out, wiped the lube on my shaft and slipped it in slowly. With each inch Janet cried out "OH! ....OH! Yessss.....Yesss!" When I buried my penis full in, I stopped long enough to pick up the KY tube. As I pulled out, I coated the shaft with more then slid it home hard.

"Holy FUCK!" Janet gasped, "Do it baby....Do it hard!" I heard a groan coming from Sharon. I turned to smile at her when I saw she had her eyes literally rolling back in her head, the big blue BOB sticking up made her look like a guy jerking off for a second. A guy with size D boobs bouncing back and forth with
each movement of the plastic cock. I turned and got back to business.

I figured by now that Janet was into the pain so I gave her ass a smack with my hand for the fun of it. She threw her head back, her long hair splashing across her back. I grabbed a handful and pulled on it a little. A very animalistic growl came out of her as I took another swat at her ass cheek. It was turning red by now. I began to concentrate on the slippery tightness around my cock. The vibrations from the BOB along with the sensations of fucking her ass was heavenly. Listening to her grunt with each thrust pushed me closer and closer.....I could feel the pressure building inside, my balls were beginning to hurt and the heat began to rise again. I tried to think of cold weather, rain, swimming, anything at all to get my mind off it and last a little longer.

Then I heard Janet cry out "OOOHHHH my GOD!" and felt her ass clamp down around my dick. She was cuming and that pushed me over the edge big time.

I pulled out and shot my load across her back. The white stream gushed out in one..two...three...FOUR squirts… then two more small spasms shooting blanks before I relaxed and let go of her hair.

"You PRICK!" Sharon screamed at me. "You mother Fucken PRICK!"

Suddenly she was on the bed holding my Nike tee shirt and trying to mop up the mess off Janet's ass and back. Needless to say I was at a loss for words
"What's wrong?" I managed to ask.

Sharon continued to clean up and shot me a look that would kill. "You PRICK!" she kept saying over and over. She then threw the shirt at me and said, "Condoms you ASS WIPE! You didn't use a RUBBER!" She pointed to the nightstand. "GET OUT YOU PRICK!" she screamed at me, "GET THE FUCK OUT!"

She grabbed my shoes and threw them at me. One missed and the other hit me in the chest. Janet had recovered and was trying to calm Sharon down when I grabbed what I could had headed out the bedroom door. I heard Sharon screaming at Janet and decided that I had overstayed my welcome for sure so I ran for the door and bolted out holding my stuff. The door shut behind me then I realized in my drunken state I was standing outside naked with two shoes, one sock and a cum soaked shirt.

My paints and (more importantly) my keys were still inside. I slipped on the shirt (yuk) and shoes leaving only the sock to cover myself. I felt like I was in that stupid Red Hot Chili Peppers video with my cock hidden by a sock. No way in hell was I going to get back in my apartment without my keys...... I knocked on the door with my fingers crossed....Thank god Janet answered.

"Uh.....I'm locked out and was wondering.... " it dawned on me that was how all this started in the first place and I started laughing and Janet began laughing also.

She said "You look like you could use a drink."

So we went to my apartment and finished off the beer I had in the fridge. That's the last thing I remember. We woke up the next morning in Sharon's bed naked. How we got there I haven't a clue!

Comments are welcome.

Jimmy B
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Walnut Street: Damn!! I Just Love This Bar!
Posted:Aug 10, 2018 1:03 pm
Last Updated:Aug 16, 2018 4:24 am
Back in the day I would go down to the local “watering hole” called BUD’S just about a mile from Tech campus for a beer and maybe a little entertainment. They had pool tables and a small dance floor next to an honest-to-god jute box that took quarters for songs. Played real vinyl records too. Those were the days my friend. While staying with Robin and Mike at the Big House on Walnut Street, I got the impression Mike wanted Robin all to himself that night so I headed out to BUD’S to kill some time and maybe a beer or two.
I saw her sitting there alone, with her friends just off to the side. She wasn't paying much attention to them, she seemed to be watching me more. She was sitting in the corner, shielded from seemingly everyone but me.

I almost spit out my beer as I watched her spread her legs, showing me that she was not wearing any panties. Even across the room, I could see that she was getting turned on.

I had to reach down, discretely, and adjust myself. She looked so sexy sitting there, exposing herself to me, that the blood started to rush to my cock. She smiled as she saw my bulge, and unconsciously licked her lips.

She spread her legs even wider and slowly started to stroke her clit, still never taking her eyes off of me.

I felt my cock jump as I watched her start to slide her finger into her pussy, and I could see her try to stifle a moan in pleasure.

I was trying to be discreet as I squeezed and stroked my hard shaft through my jeans, hoping that no one can see what I was doing.

I watched her as she slid down further in her chair and slid her finger even deeper into her wet pussy. I could see the moisture shine in the dim light, as her finger slowly slid in and out of her pretty hole.

I could see her moan, and I wondered what she would sound like moaning in my ear. As I watched, I wished that it was my finger sliding in and out, or better yet, my thick, hard cock, which right now was begging for release, and relief.

I could see her juices dripping down her slit, and I knew that some of them were reaching her ass, and the rest had to be pooling on her chair. Even from across the room, I could see her stiff nipples poking through her blouse, making her big tits look even better. Almost as if she knew what I was thinking, she pinched her nipple, and sighed.

I could see her eyes get big for a brief second, and then relax, and I could tell that she was close to bringing herself to an orgasm. She started to finger herself faster, and I could tell that she was breathing heavier.

At this point, she had no idea how badly I wanted her, how badly I wanted to slide my cock deep inside her pussy and bring us both to an incredible orgasm.

I had to stop teasing my cock, afraid that I would cum in my pants as I watched her. She started to rub her clit hard and slid her fingers in and out even faster, and I knew that she was about to cum.

She looked into my eyes as her orgasm built, and her hips started to move in rhythm with her finger, thrusting in and out.

She tilted her head back, still maintaining eye contact, and I watched as her body started to shake subtly. I couldn't believe my eyes as I watched her cum hard, knowing that I had at least something to do with causing all of this.

As her orgasm slowed and her breathing came back to normal, I watched as she slid her fingers out of her pussy, shiny with her juices, and brought them up to her lips.

I almost exploded in my pants, without even touching myself, as I watched her lick her juices from her fingers. Unconsciously, I licked my lips, wishing that I was tasting her.

At this point, I started to wonder how her friends had not noticed what has been going on, although I did see one of them, a petite redhead with a short skirt, glance over at her a couple of times.

I decided that I couldn't let this all go without doing something, so I walked over to her. The redhead looked down at my bulge, and then looked quickly at her. I took her hand, that one that had been sliding in and out of her pussy, and brought her out to the dance floor. I didn't bother to ask, I just took her.

As if by fate, a slow song starts playing, and we danced close and tight. Neither of us said a word as we swayed to the music, and I knew that she could feel my still hard cock pressing against the top of her mound. I started to introduce myself when she said, “Shhhhh! There’s no need for names.” And she gave me a look that made my spine quiver a little. Absolutely no strings attached!

I could feel her exhale as she sighed while my hard shaft rubbed against her belly, and my hand slid down to her ass. As I glided my fingertips over her asscheeks, she swayed her hips, getting even closer to me.

As we moved around on the dance floor, I threw a glance over to her friends. A couple of them looked at us and then went back to their conversations, but the redhead was watching us intently, a look of jealousy on her pretty face.

As the song ended, we looked at each other and she said softly, "Thank you." I was not about to let her get away already, so I took her by the hand again, and I led her out of BUD’s and into the parking lot.

I took her to my truck, parked in the corner of the lot. I placed her up against the passenger side door and, gently taking her face in my hands, I kissed her. We started out in a soft, tentative kiss, but soon escalated into a mad, passionate tongue-wrestle.

She moaned as our hands slid over each other's backs, each of us reaching down and grabbing the other's ass and pulling it in tight.

I started to pull her skirt up and slid my hands to her bare ass. I gave her cheek a soft, gentle squeeze, and then slid my hand towards her crack.

As I squeezed her ass, she pulled mine in closer, grinding her crotch against my hard cock. I could feel you moan.

Inspired by the mounting passion, I moved my hands to her hips and lifted her onto the seat of the truck. I started to unbutton her blouse, exposing her thin, lacy bra.

To my surprise, she was wearing a stretch lace bra, which somehow held her large breasts in place. I pulled her bra down, pushing her breasts up, exposing her stiff nipples along with her tits.

Bending down, I wrapped my lips around one nipple and started to suck on it, as my hand went to the other nipple and started to pinch and pull on that one.

I switched my lips to the other nipple, and started to kiss and suck on that one as my hand went to the abandoned, wet nipple and tweaked and pulled on that one.

She moaned and pulled my head in tight as I continued to switch back and forth between her nipples with both my lips and hand. Then, I pulled my head back just a little and pushed her big tits together, causing her nipples to touch.

As I held her tits together and licked and sucked on both nipples at the same time, she gasped and leaned back, placing her hands behind her on the seat for support.

She gasped again and moaned as I started to kiss my way down her belly, lifted her skirt and bunched it up on top of her belly, and licked my way towards her hot and steamy pussy.

I could smell her musky scent as my tongue slowly descended down towards her wet slit, and I could tell that she was even more excited than I thought.

I pushed her knees up to her chest, resting her legs over my shoulders, and leaned in to her pussy. Slowly, I slid my tongue along the length of her wet slit, from her seeping hole up to her stiff little clit.

She gasped, and her hips jumped, as my tongue quickly flicked over the tip of her clit. "Oh, yes!" she moaned as I started to tease her hard little bud, stiff and begging for attention.

She started to move her hips as I flicked my tongue all across her clit, down to her hot, wet pussy, and back up. When I wrapped my lips around her clit and started to suck on it gently, she reached down with her hands and held my head tightly as she groaned loudly.

"Oh my god! That feels so nice!" she gasped as my lips and tongue bring her closer to her orgasm.

She spread her legs as wide as she could in the confines of the truck as I slid a finger into her steamy wet pussy.

Soon, her breathing got heavy, and she started to moan louder. "Oh, yes!" she gasped. "That's it! Right there! Oh, god, don't stop!"

Knowing that she was getting closer, I slipped a second finger into her and started to slide them in and out of her pussy, paying attention to her top wall.

Suddenly, she reached back down and pulled my face in tight and moaned, "Oh my god! gonna cum! Oh, god, yesss!"

Seconds later, her hips were bouncing on the seat, and I could feel her pussy grasping at my fingers, seemingly trying to pull them in even deeper. I could feel her juices flowing out and soaking my fingers.

"Oh, my god," she soon gasped. "You've got to stop! too sensitive!"

I pulled away from her, spread out across the seat of my truck, and looked at her pussy juices gleaming in the parking lot lights.

After a couple of seconds, she slid off of the seat and crouched down in front of me. She reached up and opened up my pants, and then slid them down around my ankles.

I heard her moan and gasp as she reached up and grasped my hard cock. "Oh my god!" she whispered. "You have a beautiful cock! So nice and thick and long!"

Grabbing a hold of my ass, she pulled me in towards her and took my cock in deep. I tried to maintain my composure as her head started to bob up and down on my shaft, her tongue dancing across the underside of the hard pole.

She took me in as deep as she could, and I held your head, moaning, "Oh, yeah! That's good!"

After a couple of minutes, I knew that if I didn't stop her, soon, I was not going to last long enough to finish the way that I wanted to, so, reluctantly, I pulled my cock out of her mouth and stood her up, turning her into the cab of the truck.

Bending her over, I flipped her skirt back up and spread her legs as I stepped in behind her. I took my cock, now shiny with her saliva, and slid the head up and down her slit. I heard a sharp intake of breath as I placed the head at the wet opening of her pussy and started to slowly slide it in.

I grabbed onto her hips as I felt the velvety warmth of her wet pussy hugging my shaft as I slid my cock all the way in. She moaned as I bottomed out, and whimpered, "Oh yes! That feels SO good!"

I started to slide my shaft in and out, holding on to her hips. Out of the corner of my eyes, I noticed movement at my driver's side window, and I chuckled to myself, knowing that the redhead must have followed us out of the bar.

I pushed her a little further onto the seat and started to fuck her hot pussy a bit faster. She was getting so wet, I could hear her juices sloshing around as I continued to pick up speed.

Soon, she was moaning louder, and pushing back at me. "Oh, yeah! Fuck me! Fuck my pussy!" she moaned as her hand slid underneath her body and started to flick over her clit.

I could feel her pussy clamping down on my cock as she started to gasp. "Oh, god, you fill me so good!" she moaned. "Fuck me! Make me cum again!"

I buried my cock deep in her pussy, my pubes crushed against her ass cheeks, and I could feel her hand reaching down to my balls. I started to buck my hips against her, and she yelped loudly.

"Oh my god! Yes!" she whimpered. "Oh my god, gonna cum! Oh, fuck me!"

She brought her hand back up to the seat and started to grasp at it as her orgasmic waves flowed over her, and I could feel her juices flow over my balls. She whimpered and moaned softly, "Ohh! Ohh! Ohhhhh!"

I slowed down my movements as I let her come down from her high, and then I pulled my wet cock out of her still spasming pussy.

I stood he up and turned her around, holding her up on her weak, shaky legs. Backing her into the truck, I lifted her back onto the seat, with her ass hanging off.

I told her to lock her ankles around my neck, and I placed the head of my cock back at her wet pussy hole. Taking hold of her hips, I slid my cock in deep, bottoming out and rubbing my pubes against hers.

At this angle, I could feel my cock hitting her cervix, and she yelped and gasped every time it did. I started to slide the entire length of my shaft in and out of her, and I knew that I was hitting her most sensitive spots every time.

As I increased my speed and power, I was enjoying watching her big tits bounce on her chest with every thrust.

"Oh, damn!" she gasped as I started to stroke faster. "Ohh! Oh, god, gonna cum again! Fuck me!"

I knew that I was not going to last much longer, so I slowed down, trying to reach orgasm at the same time that she did.

Her breath was getting shorter, and her moaning increased. I knew that she was quickly closing in on her next orgasm, so I sped up again, knowing that I was right behind you.

"Oh, my god! cumming again!" she moaned as her body started to shake. I was starting to have a hard time holding her, and my knees were getting weak because my own orgasm was starting to hit me.

"Oh, damn! Yes!" I groaned as I slammed my cock deep inside her clasping pussy, shooting my heavy load against her cervix.

"Oh, god! I can feel it! Oh yes!" she yelled, a mini-orgasm hitting her before her last one ended. "I can feel you spurt inside me!"

Losing my strength, I leaned into her and laid my head on her heaving chest. Soon, we both felt my softening cock slide out of her now soaking wet pussy, and she moaned her disappointment.

After a couple of minutes, we both caught our breath and started to put ourselves back together. After she checked her make up in the side-view mirror, she turned to me and kissed me. "Thank you," she whispered. "That was amazing. I really needed that."

"Thank YOU," I responded. "YOU are amazing."

We walked back to the bar, and before we stepped in, I pulled her aside and told her, "When you get back to your friends, ask the redhead if she had a good enough view from the driver's window." I smiled. " Tell her I'll be available for another go in a few minutes if she's interested."

She gasped, wide-eyed, and I smiled and nodded. "Ok, I will," she responded.

Damn, I just LOVE this bar. jimmy B.
What I am REALLY thinking.......
Posted:Aug 9, 2018 10:17 am
Last Updated:Aug 16, 2018 6:28 am
Hey out there in BLOG LAND. Have you ever met someone new and they were extremely attractive? Then your mind goes into hyper drive assessing the situation to come up with the perfect opening line to get their attention? Then you get tongue tied because all you can really think about is...


That's when the fun begins.

Jimmy B.
Breakfast of Champions
Posted:Aug 2, 2018 2:21 pm
Last Updated:Aug 2, 2018 2:35 pm
Jimmy bit the last portion of his buttered toast after finishing off his scrambled eggs. Bacon crispy and a small glass of orange juice rounded out the breakfast meal. He had smiled at the waitress as she freshened his coffee, grinning politely, managing the words "Thank you" as she did.

Jessica, his wife of barely a sat beside him. She preferred pancakes smothered in rich thick syrup, perhaps overdoing it, but she'd explained that it reminded her of the way his cum sometimes slithered down the side of his shaft when he climaxed. Jessica was always comparing things like that, finding eroticism in nearly everything. Just as she was doing now as her hand slowly, quietly, secretly continued stroking his hard erect shaft beneath the table.

They hadn't wanted the honeymoon to end. And as such, went on a monthly retreat, usually within a few hours drive, just someplace to get away for the weekend, be together, and explore their secret little fetish.

Jimmy as well as Jessica were true 'Masturbationists', it was how they met, it was how they lived. They would pleasure themselves as well as one another, frequently, usually in settings such as this, where the risk of discovery added to the thrill, enhancing the excitement of their .

"Would you like some cream?" The waitress had asked them. Jimmy had nearly choked on his second bite as Jessica answered.

" hoping for some anytime now," she said smiling, causing their waitress to look at her oddly, as though Jessica had spoken an insult for some imaginary delay.

"I'll be right back with it!" she'd responded almost haughtily, turning with a flourish heading back behind the counter.

"You'd best leave her a nice tip," Jessica said almost apologetically. Jimmy laughed.

"Guess I better!"

With cream now delivered, though not the kind Jessica expectantly hoped for, she slowed her ministrations of his throbbing cock, so in tune with his pleasures were they both, that no words needed speaking for her sudden change in technique.

Jimmy felt the first tingle of orgasms approach though still yet far away. They had done this enough to prolong it, string out the pleasures until nothing short of an earthquake could keep either from coming. Jessica turned facing him as though in deep conversation, he in turn doing the same as well as he could.

They loved watching one another orgasm. Shared it as often as they could, regardless of where they were, or what they were doing.

"Feel nice baby?" she whispered softly still stroking his prick up and down, though slowly now, ever so slowly. Jimmy preferred it that way. His orgasms seemingly more intense, longer lasting as Jessica skillfully sat stroking his prick, her hand now barely moving, yet moving with just the right pressure, just the right grip as she sat looking into his eyes.

They were seated well away from anyone else, another irritant to their waitress upon their arrival. Asking specifically for the booth they had chosen. With the high-backed bench seat, no one could see them from where they were sitting. The service counter itself not in direct line of sight, so their only worries their now infrequent returning waitress, and any patrons passing by on their way to the restrooms.

As such, they could speak in low tones without being overheard.

"Oh baby, the head of your dick is so swollen! So hard!" she added squeezing it, feeling a fat thick pearly drop of his lubrication drool from the tip of his prick. Quickly, she gathered it, smearing the enormous head of his penis with it, slicking his fat bulbous head, listening to the subtle sounds of his slipperiness as she stroked. "The next one is mine," she added wickedly, once again squeezing the head.

They were an average looking couple, in an average little town. Neither one attractive enough to turn heads, and should anyone take note of their passing, would find it hard in remembering what they had even looked like. They enjoyed their little game, sometimes traveling hours just to find the right place, the right town, never returning so as not to run the risk of being remembered. Jessica wore her hair short, though still fashionable with very little if any makeup. Though her breasts were on the larger side, she always wore clothing befitting a typical mid-westerner, nothing suggestive, nothing ever revealing.

Likewise, Jimmy was as average as they came. Five foot eight and exactly one-half inches tall. Hazel eyes to go with a bit of a crooked nose he'd broken in high school. Though a full head of hair, he kept it short without being too neat, neither stocky nor fat, though certainly not muscular either. Being average had its advantages, allowed them to slip into the world of their mutual pleasures, slipping away again quickly if necessary should the need ever arise.

Even the plain ordinary clothes they were wearing had purpose by design.

Jimmy wore no underwear of course. The outer shorts he did wear, rather than zippered, Velcro in front, for ease of speed and access, one of Jessica's marvelous little inventions.

Jessica's outfit chosen similarly for ease, always wearing a skirt, neither too long nor too short, zippered, though with an expensive nylon zipper that, she'd purposely replaced.

Silent, fast and easy.

"You're so fucking hard!" she continued softly, "You must be particularly horny today," tenderly easing the sensitive skin up and over the head of his prick before releasing it, hearing again the 'squishy' liquid sounds she created. "Was it our waitress?" she asked rhetorically, continuing without answer.

She had noticed upon seating that the woman's uniform tended to show a great deal of cleavage, not so much by design, but simply because the woman was obviously well endowed. And not that Jimmy took notice, or commented, for he had really done neither. It had been Jessica's observation, using words now to stroke his mind with wicked delicious thoughts, just as her hand continued stroking his hot throbbing member.

"Wouldn't you love to rub your cock between her titties?" she asked. "Fucking those boobs, spilling your hot juicy spunk all over them?"

"How about I shoot my warm sticky fuck-juice all over your tits instead!" he countered. "I'd bet you'd like that, watching me squirting all over you right here in the restaurant!"

"You bastard!" she giggled. "You know I would! I love nothing more than seeing that big red juicy prick of yours swell up just before it shoots, then how your head expands, the white creamy nectar suddenly exploding from the tip of your prick. Oh fuck yes can come on my tits any time, any where, any place!"

Jessica was really enjoying the feel of Jimmy's prick. Moving it from side to side, tapping it with her hand, patting it with the other, and then giving him three, four quick hard strokes of her hand before several excruciatingly slow ones.

"Oh I do so love the feel of you in my hand," she continued. "Make it dance for me Jimmy, make it throb hot and needfully in my hand!"

Opening her fist now, though still touching without holding, Jimmy made his cock dance for her as she so delightfully enjoyed. Feeling it as it wiggled, moving side to side as it slapped ever so softly against the palm of her outstretched hand.

He reached for his coffee, turning slightly as he did, Jessica readjusting in the blink of an eye, though her hand remained firmly clasped upon his erection, now taking a sip of water from her glass.

"Everything ok?"

"It's delicious! Thank you!" Jessica told her.

"Yes it is!" Jimmy said in agreement, "Very nice, one of the best we've eaten at, and we should know as we travel quite a bit. We prefer these smaller café's as the people here are always generally warmer, more friendly."

Her demeanor changed almost immediately. Whatever irritation she'd shown previously melting as though butter on the grill. Going even so far as to smile, offer coffee and a quick promised return.

"I assume that you're interested in seeing if she'll ," Jimmy ventured, the hand upon his prick stroking firmer, yet slow. " not sure honey," he added. "She was rather irritated with us when we first came in. Perhaps we should pass on this one," he suggested, though interested as well.

"We'll it by ear," she agreed. "When it's time, when you're closer, we'll see if we can find out if she might go along with it or not."

"Show me your breast," Jimmy groaned softly as his wife's hand once again squeezed the rock-hard tip of his cock. Always prepared, always aware, Jessica reached down lifting the hem of one side of her shirt, still more than adequately concealed behind the bench seat. Her breast soon came into view, full round and soft as Jimmy reached out, his arm well below view from any curious eyes. Her nipples were dark, long and hard. He fingered her briefly, enjoying the feel of her flesh. The tightness of her tiny erection, the sudden gasp of expected pleasure as she moaned ever so discretely, his hand now pinching, rolling it between thumb and forefinger. "Are you nice and wet for me as well?" he now asked.

"You know that I am," she answered, withdrawing her hand momentarily from his pick, watching then, as she placed it briefly between her legs, withdrawing it to show the glistening moisture on the surface of one extended finger.

"Give it to me," he pleaded, momentarily feigning hurt as she slipped that single digit into her own mouth, tasting her juices.

"When you feed yours to me," she countered wickedly, once again reaching down between her legs for yet another slick-silky portion.

Jimmy squeezed his own penis, felt the droplet of rolling precum ooze from it's tip, gathering, then extending his finger towards her as though feeding her by spoon, his own mouth open as though feeding a child.

"Hmmm', she moaned happily, cleansing his digit, her hand busily between her legs where as promised, so to did she then reply in kind.

Another squeeze, another pearl, as Jimmy placed it lovingly upon the surface of her still exposed tit, smearing the face of her nubbin with torturous pleasure as his thumbnail then pressed, not quite scratching against the prick-coated nipple.

"Fuck," she mewled softly, her fingers busily frigging her clit now, her motions not quite as subtle as had been her own upon him. But she had an advantage, for she could cum quickly and often, doing so in sometimes record-breaking speed, taking minor breathers between before climaxing, cumming almost as quickly, often harder the next.

"Yes baby yes!" he urged her, his fingers again pulling, twisting her sensitive breast, the added stimulation driving her, helping her reach ecstasy as she now opened her eyes, rather than closing them looking deep into his face.

" cumming!" Jessica said mouthing the words, but he'd known that, it wasn't necessary saying it. But they always did anyway. Saying it, hearing it, besides seeing it, sharing with one another their vulnerability, their passion, and their souls. He felt her hand taking his. Felt his fingers quickly replacing hers as he slid into her. The wetness, the unbelievable wetness that was already filling her quim, soaking her lips, as he slipped one, then two fingers inside, hardly moving. Not really needing to as her pussy contracted, tightening about him like a vise holding him in place.

Jimmy looked deep into her orgasmic eyes. He saw her pupils dilate as though in surprise, straining against the impossible, wanting to close. Even so, her bold, wanton determination in keeping them open for him as she came, took on superhuman effort as she sat staring at him, and her.

Jimmy looked up just in time to see their waitress heading in their direction. He reached for the coffee cup, though any item on the table would have sufficed as a signal. He began to pull his hand away, surprised when Jessica placed her own over his, keeping it there. She managed to lower her shirt again, covering her breast, then leaned forward at an angle, effectively ensuring that there was nothing the waitress could possibly see. It would appear odd though, for her back would be turned awkwardly towards her.

"How is everything?" she asked. Jimmy noticed she had cast a quick curious look towards Jessica, but then smiled even though Jessica sat cock-eyed on the seat, her head turned slightly as though in some effort to take note of her presence, but without turning about in order to really do so. Their waitress returned her smile and questions back to Jimmy, for the moment no longer curious about Jessica. "More coffee? Juice?"

"Yes, Juice!" Jimmy grinned broadly. "I really do love the juice here. It's delicious, very sweet, and lots of it!"

"Oh...k," their waitress answered pausing briefly between the two words. "Two juices?"

"No, just the one for now thank you," Jessica finally commented. "I'll probably have my juice a little later."

She turned with that, heading back towards the service area.

"Well?" Jessica said still holding Jimmy's fingers between her legs, her orgasm finally diminishing, the sweet tiny after-shocks she always felt after having one finally dying away. She sat up allowing Jimmy to retrieve his hand, which he quickly licked clean.

"I don't know, maybe," he thought considering.

"Did she seem worried, or curious as to what I might be doing?"

"I doubt it, she might have thought the way you were sitting a little weird perhaps, but I doubt seriously she gave it much thought. Though when she spoke to me again, her smile was different, and unless mistaken, she might have winked!"

"Winked? As in flirting winked?" Jessica giggled.

"Well, not really a wink maybe, more like a blink wink...with two eyes when I smiled at her talking to her about the Juice."

"Not surprised," Jessica laughed once again reaching over to begin fondling her husband's still very erect aching penis. "She probably thought that you were the odd one, carrying on about 'juice' so."

"Well I really do love your juice, and there was a lot of it too!"

"Still is!" she replied. nearly ready for my second one now. How'd you like it, want to watch? Or do?"

"Why don't you start while we wait for her to return with my juice," he said grinning. "But if you manage to reach another one, that will be fine too."

Jessica had already inserted her fingers back inside her pussy, one hand caressing her right breast through the material of her blouse. "Let's see that cock of yours!" she asked him. "Make it juice for a little," she laughed as they waited for their waitress to return.

Only too happy to oblige, Jimmy kept one eye on the restaurant, the other on his lovely wife as she boldly placed one foot flat upon the bench seat. Having un-zippered her skirt, it parted like the curtains at an old-fashioned movie, the main feature just then beginning as Jessica's lips, once aroused became all puffy as well as frothy slick with her honeyed nectar.

"Oh fuck baby...pat it for me!" he told her. "Slap your cunt a little, make that sweet little clit of yours tingle!"

As she did, Jimmy turned to face her, his hard rigid prick near purple. So long now had he hovered on the brink, that the free-flowing lubrication from his cock seemed as thick as the syrup on her pancakes.

"Shit! Here she comes!" Jimmy warned swinging back beneath the table as Jessica slid her foot back down to the floor, her zipper already up long before their waitress arrived.

"Here's your juice," she said placing the tall-sized glass down in front of him. "Gave you the extra charge!" she said, and winked!

"Thank you," Jimmy stated "That was very nice of you," he added. She gave Jessica a quick look, "Nothing more for you...yet?"

"Not yet! But sure I'll be wanting something in a little while," she half-purred. This time the waitress did give her an inquisitive look, opened her mouth to speak, but said nothing.

"Thank you again," Jimmy told her, drawing her attention back to him and away from his wife.

"Well...just let me know if you need anything," she added. "I'll check back in a while, going on break at the moment."

"We'll be sure and do that," Jessica stated, watching their somewhat flustered waitress walk away.

"Now then...where were we?" he asked. "Oh yeah, you were slapping your pussy for me!"

"And you...were jerking yours off for me!" she giggled almost a little too loudly, which Jessica quite often became when she was extremely aroused. Which she was now! "What would you like me to do for you? How would you like for me to touch myself?"

Jimmy loved it when they did this. Another one of their amorous games that never failed to heighten his own pleasures. "I want you to 'twinkle' it he told her."

He saw the smile stretch widely across her face, they had once gotten silly in bed together, doing that often enough as it were. But that particular night he had become so aroused, he'd meant to ask her to 'twiddle' her clit for him, but for some reason said 'twinkle' instead. She had laughed knowing full-well what he'd really meant, but in a silly, though highly aroused mood herself, she placed the tips of two fingers over the tiny little shaft, stroking it, jerking her mini-penis off, all the while singing,

"Twinkle, twinkle little clit, how I love to with it. Up above my thigh I sigh, Like a cum drop in my eye, twinkle, twinkle, little clit, won't you come and suck on it!"

They had rolled in laughter together afterwards, Jimmy begging her then to sing it again, all the while stroking her tiny clit with the tips of two fingers. Ever since, that particular pleasuring stroke had become the 'twinkle'.

She began to 'twinkle' all the while humming that silly tune, the tips of her fingers pinching, pulling upwards, the flesh of her small clit actually stretching as Jimmy sat, his hand wrapped firmly around his more than average sized cock. His own strokes remained slow, methodical, as though in slow-motion rather than normal speed.

"Oh fuck yeah baby," he told her. "Twinkle it! Twinkle it!"

It didn't take long. Once she had reached and had the first orgasm, the second, third and sometimes a forth came in rather rapid succession, each becoming even more intense, more mind-blowing. And there would not be three, certainly not four in here, though perhaps later out in the car. Jessica screamed, always screamed crying out in rapturous pleasure when she came the third time, yelling obscenities, vulgar lewd lusty fuck-words when she came the forth. would not be a good time for that to happen.

"Hmm, it's going to be a squirter baby," she told him happily. She didn't always, sometimes either she, or he would hit the right spot, or have been aroused for such the right time that she did. She could always tell when she was going to, it was "different" feeling, as she'd told him. Though she couldn't quite explain it, nor even how or why that she knew...or did.

Quickly she went from 'twinkling' to fingering her slit. She probed, touching the 'sweet-spot' triggering the explosion as well as the jettison of fluid that suddenly erupted in a tiny arch of female cum-cream. Perfectly positioned, Jimmy glanced up once cautiously ensuring that no one was either looking, nor heading their way. He leaned, just a little and caught the first streamer of her essence as it spewed in a tiny burst, quickly followed by another, and another. So intense was her ecstasy that briefly she cried out, a soft mewling whimper of unbridled joy, causing one other couple two booths away from them to finally look over as to what had caused such an interesting sound. Luckily for them both, Jimmy sat as though startled by the same sound his self, looking their way as though it had come from over there. He nearly laughed as they readjusted their own search, scanning the room in a differing direction.

"Sorry!" she said shyly, feeling a little embarrassed. "I think I had two and three together," she told him. "Fuck that was good!"
Jimmy grinned, "And it tasted good too!" his face still slick with her cream which he'd not yet felt like wiping away.

"Well? Should we?" Jessica asked, now more properly positioned once again, her skirt re-zippered, her hand once again stroking his prick.

"Let's give it a shot. But slowly, let's not tip our hand too quickly as to what's going on, lets see her reaction first. I'll know it by the look in her eyes." Truth was, Jimmy was very good at doing that. And...they had always been careful, being obvious as to what was going on, yet somehow creating the illusion that they weren't. Dependent upon their waitress's initial reaction, Jessica would either continue, or suddenly sit as demurely as a woman just come from church. Inevitably, their somewhat flustered and unsure waitress would merely bring them the bill now asked for, and leave without so much as saying a single word.

"Ready?" Jimmy asked a few minutes later as he spotted their waitress as she began heading their way.

Jessica sat beside him, her hand beneath the table. Though at first notice, it would indeed be hard to tell if she was simply resting it on his knee, or her own. The trick being the subtle, ever so subtle movement of her hand as though caressing his thigh perhaps, boldly, uninhibitedly, and let their waitress see her doing that, and gage her response.

"So? How are you two doing?" she asked even more friendly than she'd been before. The movement immediately catching her eye, drawn to it momentarily before forcing herself to look away before she had time to think, wonder at the possibilities.

"At the moment, we're doing fine, having a wonderful time, feeling pretty good actually!" Jimmy cryptically informed her, now seriously gauging her look, her response, her over all reaction.

She continued to stand there, which by experience was a good sign. At least she wasn't one to so easily frighten off. But now came the dangerous, sometimes risky part. Jimmy slid a hundred dollar bill across the table, letting their waitress see it.

"For doing nothing more than to stand there," he spoke quietly, softly, assuredly. If he moved, moved at all, Jessica was to immediately remove her hand and feign immediate shock, revulsion at so ugly an accusation should she say or do anything in alarm. It had happened twice, and twice they had stormed out as though insulted, once even being told their dinner was taken care of with their waitress's being immediately chastised for causing an embarrassing scene. Jimmy had always sent flowers anonymously later.

"Nothing more?" she answered in an equally low whisper, her hand already reaching down to accept the bill. Jimmy smiled, letting go as she quickly retrieved it, pocketing the hundred in a flash. As she'd done, Jimmy now swiveled slightly towards them both, his bare prick suddenly coming into view as Jessica's small-sized hand wrapped around it, fisting it in the same gentle up and down motions she'd been performing on him earlier.

"Do you like the way it looks?" she asked. "Doesn't he have a beautiful cock? Isn't it naughty, so very fucking naughty for you to stand here watching me as I Jerk his rock-hard cock off for you?"

They heard her swallow, a catch in her breath, then answer. "Oh my god...yes!"

"Would you like to see him cum for you?" Jessica asked. "He's really close now, I can tell. His prick gets all purple like this about the head, just before his pleasure comes."

This time she said nothing, but Jessica saw her head shaking yes, though as subtly as her hand had been rubbing him in the beginning.

"Are you ready to cum for her baby? Ready to shoot that hot white cream in the air for us?"

"Fuck yes," Jimmy moaned, but now his eyes were focused on hers. The waitress, nothing more than a stimulant, albeit a very erotic one, but his orgasm was hers and no others.

Jessica almost chuckled, just catching herself as she saw their waitress suddenly place her hand down on the edge of the table to steady herself. She continued to pump his prick in agonizingly slow motion, certainly milking him, but the pressure now building was sure to cause an eruption of glorious proportion.

Jessica watched her husbands face, knew by the look in his half-glazed eyes that he now stood on the edge of the precipice. She felt the throb, the all-knowing throb, the sudden tightening of his length, the expansion to even bigger proportions of his glands as the milky-white fluid leapt from his prick with surprising force and with even greater copious amount. She allowed it to cascade, falling upon the dark coloring of the blouse she was wearing, the decadence of his semen revealed. Jettison after hard-felt jettison of his spunk filled the air as her hand, still slowly...ever so slowly, continued to move up and down, up and down, milking him, squeezing him, and urging out every last drop of his spunk.

"Fuck," their waitress said moments later as they all sat in eerily serene silence. "Ah...should I, would you, I mean...can I get you a cloth or anything? Anything at all?"

"Yes...the check please," Jimmy said grinning as he finally tucked himself away.

Jimmy watched carefully as their waitress went back towards her station. This was the other risky part, for although she had now willingly participated, if she had pangs of guilt, remorse, especially after having taken the money, then now was usually the moment she would say or do something. They watched as she scribbled on their check, walking swiftly back towards them. She handed it over to Jimmy. "It's on the house," she said beaming. "No charge!"

Jimmy still glanced at the check anyway, and grinned. For she had hand-written across the face of it, "You are always welcome here. Please, "cum" back any time," she'd spelled.


As they left the café getting into their car, Jessica was already reaching into what they affectionately called the glove-box as their 'toy-box' producing a rather wicked looking vibrator.

Jimmy laughed aloud as he put the car into gear backing out.

"Well shit! I am still fucking horny! And more importantly, I need number four! If not five!" she exclaimed.

They kissed then, and laughed once again. Speaking perhaps of how either their waitress's husband or lover would no doubt be reaping the benefits of her own now aroused needs and desires.

"Where too?" he asked.

"Someplace I can fuck you," she told him as he put the car into gear heading out onto the highway, whistling a very familiar tune as they did
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Addicted to Sex
Posted:Jul 18, 2018 10:24 am
Last Updated:Aug 2, 2018 2:24 pm
Hello Jimmy Bond.

This site is so frustrating! I can’t talk to anyone. This sucks so bad that I want to have my pussy sucked. I miss the intense throbbing, the wetness of his tongue as it slides around my hard clit. It always came to attention as his fingers made their way down my stomach, slowly working their way to my hot, wet pussy. He could suck me for what seemed like hours.

The more I squirmed, the harder he tried. I knew he enjoyed it as much as I, because he would start to rub his cock on the sheets in time to my thrusts. I loved to have one hand stroking my breast while one hand stroked his face. Feeling his face next to my thighs, and his mouth on my pussy always turned me on. Feeling my pussy juice running down my ass. My God, l would beg for it now, if only he deserved to be that close to me. No more.

Some say my hot pussy will one day wrap and throb around another’s hard cock. I can’t wait to be fucked, sucked and totally wore out. Watching videos of women sloppy wet and squirting on their man’s cock or face. It only turns me on more. I love it when I squirt so much I soak through 2 towels. I love the feeling of warmth as my juice runs out of my pussy and down my ass towards the bed sheets. I love being bent over the bed, while he eats my pussy, and my juices run down my thighs. I love kneeling on the edge of the bed, while he fucks me from behind. I want my feet held firmly in the air, a nice v shape, while having his cock pounding deep into my pussy. I can almost feel his balls pushing against my ass. I need to come soon. And pleasuring myself just isn’t cutting it anymore. I need more.

Needless to say, sex is my ultimate obsession. I think about sex with more frequency than a room full of teenage boys watching their first porno flick would. Every man I see, I wonder what his cock looks like. I wonder what they sound like when they come, breathy and low, loud and harsh, silently.

I get a twinge in my pussy when I caught my former lover masturbating to a glossy porn movie box on the toilet. I loved watching him as he caresses his huge, throbbing member, his shiny purple cock head moving around and around...damn.

I love watching us in the mirror when we fuck. Watching his beautiful ass thrusting between my legs in an animalistic rhythm. I love hearing him groan and breathe warmth around my neck. I want him to take me from behind and pound his cock into me hard and fast; he makes this grunting little "uhhn" noise every time he thrusts, as if to emphasize the movement of his thick cock inside me.

He has a beautiful cock. It's thick, the perfect length, and slightly cobra shaped. The head gets bigger right before he comes, and his whole cock gets longer, straining to eject its fluid deep within some wet orifice. Every time I see it I get this urge to put it in my mouth. I will die with this mans' cock in my mouth. I love giving him head, hearing him grunt and groan, licking around the base of his silky head, taking it deep into my throat and swallowing the tip.

He loves to suck my tits. He buries his face in my tits and sucks any nipple that gets close to his mouth. His cock gets so hard. He moans when I tease him, pulling the nipple away then brushing his soft cheek with it. He likes it when I grip his shaft between my breasts and pump it up and down, licking and sucking the tip when it gets near my lips.

I have had fantasies since I was eleven years old. It was shortly after I started masturbating. I used to get in my parents Jacuzzi tub and put my pussy up to one of the jets. It made me come really quickly, usually within twenty seconds. I used to imagine being in sort of a sex club, surrounded my hot men with huge, hard cocks all dying to have sex with me. I always liked being submissive so I'd imagine I was in this box, with all these holes in it for the hot guys to stick their cocks through. Then I'd fuck one, lick another, grab one in each hand, and rub my ass and tits against a couple more. Then they would all stand in line and I'd pick one and perform some passionate act with him as the others watched, dicks in hand.

I'd always have fantasies about guys I knew or met. Crushes from school became wild, tan sex Gods when I masturbated. I remember one, Curtis. He was a football player, and not a very good one. He had bad skin and a horrible, 80's haircut, but I wanted him. I'd imagine him running his coarse, football grabbing hands across my sensitive tits and fingering my pussy.

There were plenty others, usually older boys or any guy that even showed the slightest bit of interest in my hugely developed tits. I was wearing a bra by third grade. They aren't too huge, just big, perky and full. I loved it when my junior high lust-interests noticed that fact. I remember one guy I had a thing for called me "bouncy" as he and an older boy watched my tits. I almost sucked both their developing hard-ons right there. If only I'd known that all guys got hard-ons in school, I would have been looking for them the whole time.

I love hearing guys talk about their early sexual development. It's fascinating and a huge turn on, imagining them young, experiencing sexual climax for the first time, pulling at their cocks every spare moment. Not that I get off on kiddie porn or anything, but imagining a grown mans' first sexual explosion is titillating. I imagine what I was doing to myself at the same age.

I like to tell my fiancée that I love sucking his cock. He gets off on that. All I have to do is mention it and he gets a huge erection. He gets hard in public. We were standing in line at the DMV and he starts rubbing my ass with it, in close quarters with about forty other tired people in line. I love that.

I love it when he talks while we're fucking. I wish he'd do it more. I get off on hearing him growl "You like that?" in my ear. I love it when he slaps my ass when he's riding me from behind. Just one good smack is all it takes.

I was a virgin until I met my fiancée. We both were. The first time we had sex he had performance anxiety so he never made it in successfully. We stayed in a hotel that night, and every night after that for about three weeks. He did finally get it up and in and we fucked like bunnies everywhere, in hotels, our parents' houses, our friends' dumpy little Winnebago while he was sleeping in the next bed, his car, the beach, you name it, we did it. Everything was so much fun. The new feeling of him sliding wet between my thighs…mmm.

I love sex in water. We went to the hot springs and he floated me around on his cock. I swear he had an erection the whole time, which is funny because it's a clothing optional place. I guess it's the feeling of warmth and weightlessness. We've tried get it on in the bathtub but it's just not the same.

I love being a straight woman sometimes. It's such a turn-on, the feeling of being penetrated so deep you think he's touching your soul. Love is funny, you just want to absorb the other person, take them inside you, and melt with them. You can never hold them tight enough, kiss them enough, get them deep enough. Sex is the closest thing to becoming one. Rhythmic pulsating love, exploding inside and around you. Sex is great on its own, but it's true; when that thirsty, self-replenishing, unconditional love is involved, sex becomes a melding of souls. No wonder I'm so addicted.

Now that same ass hole of a man has left me for another woman. That fucking cock sucker with tiny tits and a fat ass! Fuck ‘em both straight to hell! My right hand and PORN is all I have at the moment, but like I said earlier, getting off by myself just isn’t cutting it anymore. So tell me Jimmy, are you interested in meeting me or not?

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Beth's First Blow Job
Posted:Jul 13, 2018 10:16 am
Last Updated:Jul 16, 2018 10:23 am
This story is from another reader who wanted to share her story. Let's give up for Beth! YAAAAAAY! Very good story for a first time try!

Hello Jimmy,

You asked for a story about my first time giving head. Well here it is. Please forgive the spelling and grammar mistakes.

I was eighteen years and three months, a senior in high school. It was a week or two before graduation and it was a guy in my class.

We lived in a pretty rural community at the time. He and I drove way into the woods in his little car. We took a turn onto a dirt road that clearly hadn't had a vehicle driving on it in ages. He turned off the engine and we necked for a quite some time, rubbing each other's important parts, but with our clothes on. He and I had been joking around about sex for most of the school year, but going no further than just some mildly serious kissing and caressing.

Being thin with unusually large breasts, many of the boys in school were regularly asking me out – all the while staring at my chest. It was always so obvious that they only wanted to feel my boobs and, except for the possibility of "getting some," they weren't interested in me whatsoever. This guy was different though. He was funny, not really good or bad looking, but he had very kind eyes and a slightly offbeat, but warm smile. Though I'd never had sex, my hormones were in overdrive senior year. Sometimes just kissing him would almost make me cum. Before then if someone had told me that that was possible, I would never have believed it.

After months of sexual innuendoes and kidding around, especially about various types of insertions, handjobs, titfucking, and blowjobs, we were finally alone, in this beautiful, deserted, woodsy area just as the sun was setting.

I was still a virgin and I think he was too. I'd never even seen a guy's cock live, up close. This was way back before the days of VCRs (Yes, we're talking ancient history: 1973.) so most readily available porn was limited to softcore, like Playboy. I did have some girlfriends who said they'd seen some of their father's 8-mm black and white silent films, but I'd never seen one.

Excited, extremely curious and wanting to see what it looked like, I tried to open his jeans to pull it out. It was impossible in the cramped front seat of his car though, so he kindly (What a gentleman!) and eagerly slid his seat back, lifted his hips up off the seat, opened his belt, and shoved his pants and underpants down.

It was the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen. Though I had no way of judging relative to other guys, it was big, hard, and had a huge head that was leaking something. I had heard enough to know that it wasn't anything bad, so I just leaned over and licked it. It was thin, watery and just a little slimy, and salty -- and I enjoyed its taste.

The next thing I knew I was slurping up and down his wonderful cock, enjoying the feel of it in my mouth and the sounds of his moans. He was thrusting a little. I instinctively knew that it wouldn't be good to have my teeth scratch his skin, so it just seemed natural to keep my lips securely over my teeth and to keep the lips and his cock well lubricated with saliva.

I had no idea how it was going to shoot out, but I just knew I wanted to see it and to taste it. Though I was always getting asked out because of my boobs, I had actually gone on a few dates and I had felt a few cocks, but never actually looked at one closely. Yet, here I was kneeling on this guy's front seat with my head in his crotch, sucking for all I was worth on his beautiful cock. I even enjoyed taking his balls into my mouth and sucking both at the same time.

From the sounds he was making I knew he was about to have an orgasm. I was frightened, but very excited, and conflicted about wanting to watch it shoot and wanting to taste it. Suddenly, he solved my dilemma by jerking a little too much and as his first shot spewed out he slipped from my mouth. It shot almost a foot in the air, straight up, and landed right down on my hand holding his cock. At that moment I came. Hard.

He wasn't even touching me (well, he did have one hand on my shoulder), but I had the largest orgasm I'd ever had since I began masturbating a few years earlier. (Look, ma, no hands!) It amazed me: there was so much happening. He was shooting, moaning, thrusting. I thought I was going to pass out from my large orgasm that occurred just by watching his cock shoot cum.

I leaned back down to regain his cock and he shot a second gob up into my wide-open mouth. When I finally surrounded his cock, he'd spewed another couple of shots into my mouth. Immobilized by my own body's reaction, there was absolutely nothing I could do. My orgasm was still controlling every muscle in my body, I was tingling and very wet between my legs, and my nipples were very erect. Because I was leaning over, the top halves of my boobs were rubbing his thighs while the bottom halves were rubbing my knees. As I slowly rocked back and forth, my hard nipples were getting caressed by both of our legs, enhancing my orgasm.

Eventually, realizing that he'd stopped shooting, I just kept my mouth on his slightly softening cock. I also kept the mouthful of semen he'd deposited there tightly secure between my lips. Eventually, he got soft and I carefully slid my lips off his cock, holding his liquid gift in my mouth.

My orgasm was just about through, and I slowly straightened up. I opened my mouth a little. When the air touched the semen and I could really smell the aroma of cum, I had another, smaller orgasm. What a blast! I loved it.

I swallowed, and immediately wanted more. Remembering that there was more on my hand, I brought it up to my mouth and licked every inch of it in the moonlit front seat. After finishing all I could find on my fingers, I leaned back over and licked all around his crotch, his pubic hair tickling my nose, attempting to find every last drop of that wonderful stuff. And with each dollop that my tongue located, a little orgasmic spark flowed through my 18-year old body.

After lovingly licking up all the cum I could find, I leaned back and we looked at each other, amazed. In the dim light, he looked at me, betraying a host of emotions: affection, gratitude, lust, and friendship, amid others. I could only sit there and feel the warmth of my largest and most emotional orgasm ever. Of course, I was still a virgin, but for the time being I was very satisfied. Then he reached up slowly to my face with his right hand, though I wasn't exactly sure why. A second later I found out: he'd seen a glob of his cum on my cheek in the moonlight. Needing to taste more, as he pushed it closer to my mouth I turned my head to meet his finger and the additional treat it contained. As he put his fingertip into my mouth I sucked on it and tasted my last taste of semen for the evening. I just savored it for a brief second and swallowed.

"Thank you," I said.

"That was wonderful," he sighed.

It was then that I realized a several things: First, I'd just given my first blowjob. (Yay!) Second, I'd swallowed. (Double Yay!) Third, I absolutely loved the entire experience. Fourth, I'd just had three or four of the most overwhelming orgasms of my young life. Fifth, and the thing that concerned me a tad, during the cock sucking and cum licking I hadn't even been concerned with my friend. I really didn't worry about his orgasm as something that gave him pleasure. It was his orgasm that gave me pleasure. Curious. Something I'd need to ruminate upon. For the moment though I was a content kitten. And, from the look on his face, he had no complaints either.

Later, sitting in the parking lot of a soft ice cream shop, eating a couple of cones, he again praised me, "That was great. Let's do it again."

Being the sweetie he was, he asked me if I was frustrated that he hadn't played with me so that I could have a "regular orgasm." At that moment I thought again about my clitoris and my pussy and the kind of orgasms I'd had playing with myself. Realizing that his orgasm and his juice gave me a bigger orgasm than I'd ever given myself, all I could think about was undoing his pants right there in the parking lot and going back down between his legs.

After a few moments of silence I told him I'd like to suck him again and reached over to rub his cock through his jeans. He immediately became rock hard, but unfortunately it was getting late and I needed to be home.

On the way back to my parent's house he said, "I had no idea girls could cum just by giving a blowjob."

"I didn't either," I responded, still quite surprised myself.

"What do you think that says about the meaning of life?" he joked.

"It tells me," I said, "that Miss Hillman should get some new handouts for Health Class!"

We laughed for a few moments as he pulled up to my house. Then after a brief silence, he leaned over and kissed me, hard. I melted. My panties were suddenly wet again. I may still have been a virgin, but I was not completely inexperienced.

Later that week he became the first boy ever to see my way-too-large boobs, naked. But that's another story.

Beth T.

Hey Jimmy,

Here is the rest of the story. I think you will like it.

My lips were still pleasantly tingling from the feeling of Len's cock sliding in between them just a few hours before. As I fell asleep, I gently licked them and thought I'd tasted some more of the viscous liquid that had me so excited.

The next day, Wednesday, just three days before graduation, Len stopped me in the hall right after homeroom, under a banner that read "Congratulations Class of 1973!" (His name was actually Lionel (named for Barrymore, the actor), but since that had so many toy train connotations, everyone except his parents called him Len.)

"Can you give me a ride home after school?"

"Sure. Why? What happened to your car?"

"I had to lend it to my dad today. He's flying to Chicago for a meeting or something and he needed it to get to the airport. I'll be without wheels until Friday night when he comes home."

After a second or two he added, "Geez, I hope I didn't leave a wet spot!"

"Don't worry, I think I found every drop."

"Yeah, I really wanted to talk to you about that."

"Hey, me too, but I gotta get to English. I'm sorry about your car, though. I was hoping you could give me a lesson in how use a stick later," I kidded him salaciously, making a small hand movement.

His eyes widened as he managed to only briefly stare at my boobs. Then as he surreptitiously reached down to adjust himself in his jeans I knew the effect my words and my body were having on his libido.

Actually, his reaction caused a sudden, slight gush of juice in my pussy! I guessed what we'd studied in physics was true, Newton's action-reaction law, that is.

"I'll meet you at the gate at a quarter to. OK?"

"Great. Thanks. See you then."

The rest of the day I could only think of one thing: putting his cock back in my mouth. Of course, after the previous night's late phone call I'd had with my best friend Lisa, new concepts emerged. They included deep throating (It seemed every week someone else was coming out saying that the movie Deep Throat either had or did not have redeeming moral value.), the texture of his cock's skin, the size of his cock, and how exactly his semen smelled. Lisa had told me she though it was smelly. I didn't think it was, at least not in a bad way. It was strong, but wonderfully masculine and exciting. I spent the rest of the day in a state of constant arousal. I was glad that we had no more gym as I was sure the other girls would see my panties were soaked through and through with pussy juice.

As the day developed, the school and my panties became unbelievably damp. The weather had the intelligence to finally let it go, just before the end of the school day. (I was hoping to do the same soon too.) Though it was only half past three, it became very dark outside. The clouds broke just as Len and I were walking to my car in the student parking lot, the one furthest from the school.

I normally wore clothing with a design towards hiding, as best I could, my slight frame topped with my very large bust, usually large loose jackets or sweaters over other loose fitting clothing. But in these hot, humid summer days I had to wear clothing for comfort and that day I remember wearing one of those shirt dresses popular at the time. It was white with medium sized blue polka dots. It came with a belt, but that just emphasized my bust so I never wore it. In general I was pretty comfortable in what looked like a long man's dress shirt.

When the rain turned into a downpour halfway to my car we both scrambled to my Plymouth Belvedere, circa 1965, a car that required a mooring line when parking. On the plus side it did have those very wide front and back seats, in case you wanted to take a nap — or do anything else one might desire to do horizontally — in the vehicle.

By the time we got into my car Len and I were completely soaked, as though we had just stepped out of a swimming pool, clothes and all. At this point the vinyl seats were a mixed blessing. Nothing soaked into the seats, but the humidity and heat made them noisy and quite uncomfortable, especially for a girl in a shirt dress whose bare legs were sticking to the plastic.

The water made the thin cotton cling to my dress in such a way that you could see every curve of the faux lace in my bra under it. From way over on the other side of the car I could see Len starring closely at my chest, simultaneously adjusting his jeans. I found the fact that he could get excited just by looking at my chest very stimulating, so much so that those sensations returned to my pussy and I realized I was unconsciously tensing and then relaxing my inner thighs and butt. In fact, if I'd been a guy I think I would have been adjusting my jeans too!

The water had also made Len's shirt cling to his chest and, though he'd never win a bodybuilding contest, it looked taut, firm, and muscular. I suddenly wanted to rip the shirt right off his body.

As if reading my thoughts he said "I really appreciate this ride. I know it's out of the way and you must have a lot of stuff to do." And with that he slid noisily towards me.

"It's OK," I responded. Then, after a pause where I attempted to calm my raging hormones, I started the engine. Just as a crack of thunder rumbled through the dark sky, the radio came on playing Stevie Wonder's "You Are the Sunshine of My Life." We laughed at its incongruous timing; it was a great natural tension breaker.

Returning to my immediate goal, I said, "I was hoping that you could give me a lesson in how to use a manual transmission."

"But, Beth, this is an automatic."

As I began to unbuckle his belt I said, "Maybe you can show me on your stick. Here, let me get it out."

"Are you sure? Right here in the parking lot?"

"It's raining so hard, no one's gonna be able to see a thing," I answered, gently pulling his very hard cock out of his pants. In the light it was even more beautiful than I remembered it from the previous night.

I wrapped my hand around it. It felt warm, a little damp, but firm and very sexy. After a few strokes I leaned over to see it up close. There was a bunch of clear liquid at the tip. Lisa had told me it was called pre-seminal fluid. I remembered tasting it and there was very little taste, it was just a little salty. But I also remembered how it had lubricated my lips as I moved his cock in and out of my mouth, the wonderful feeling so sensuous and exciting.

I licked it up off the head of his cock and a tiny tremor made my body shiver. I wanted to suck him. In fact, I wanted to learn more about his cock, his balls, and all the exciting things they enjoyed. But I also wasn't sure the student parking lot was the best place for this lesson.

Letting up the parking brake I put the car in drive and, with one hand on the wheel and one on Len's stick, drove to his house. It was such a turn on, driving along our familiar country roads with his hard cock in my hand. I loved it.

"Could you play with yourself?"

"No way."

"For me?"

He shook his head.

"Come on," I pleaded, "just a little. It'll help me know what I should do to it. You know that last night was the first time I'd even seen one. Please."

"Jerking it is what you're supposed to do, Beth."

"Well, if you don't want another blowjob then don't."

With that remark he got very serious so I followed up with something I think, at the moment at least, he wanted even more.

"I'll let you take off my bra."

From the anguished look on his face I could see the dawn of victory.

"Well, I just hold it with my right hand and pull up and down. That's it," he said, showing me the motions in the air, not on his erect rod.

"OK. We're almost at your house anyway. I was going to come in to play around a little, but if you don't want to help me learn how to do anything, forget it," I admonished him.

Even from the corner of my eye I could see he was still starring at my boobs through the wet cotton dress, his cock just pointing at the ceiling.

"Well, here we are, Len. Take it easy. I'll see you tomorrow."

"Oh, come on. Don't be like that. My dad's gone and my mom works till five-thirty. That gives us at least an hour and a half before she gets home. Come on in. I'll give you a robe and you can put your things in the dryer."

I sat still for a moment. Then I slowly unbuttoned a few of the buttons on my dress, enough to pull it apart and show him the tops of my breasts and my bra. "Will you jerk off for me? Last chance."

I thought he'd pass out. Could the human eye really open that wide?

"Anything. Yes. Yes. Just come on in and button up first. I'm dead if Mrs. Hoover sees you getting out of the car half dressed."

"Me?" I asked him. "I don't think you're ever going to get that thing back into your jeans!"

As I buttoned up he somehow managed to force it sideways (I remember thinking: it's an amazing piece of equipment.) and then get his 501s up and buttoned.

Fifteen minutes later we were in his bedroom. The window air conditioner was making almost as much noise as the radio. It was cooling off, though, and I was feeling rather feisty.

I asked Len to give me a robe, went into the bathroom and took off my dress and bra, leaving on just my lace panties. I went downstairs, put the dress in the dryer on low, laid the bra on top, and then returned to his bedroom.

He'd pulled the shades down and I came in to the strains of Jim Croce singing "Bad, Bad Leroy Brown." Len was sitting there on his bed, not quite sure what to do with me.

It was at that moment that I first understood the old joke: "My wife has ESP; she predicts the future. She can tell me if I'm going to get laid tonight!"

Len was so sweet and really all I wanted to do was to suck his dick and taste his semen again. But, now that it was light I really wanted to see it shoot out of his cock. And as he'd told me many times, I knew he wanted to see my boobs. Perhaps, even more than he wanted a blowjob.

"All the downtown ladies call him 'Treetop Lover,' all the men just call him 'Sir'…" sang Jim.

I danced a little as I moved towards him and slowly opened the top of the terrycloth robe, parting it just a few inches but opening it all the way down to my navel. Turning him on was so exciting. I could tell I was doing something right by the way he was fidgeting on the edge of the bed.

"I'll open up the robe if you'll take it out and play with it for me."

"Come on, Beth, it's so embarrassing."

"You told me you've been doing it for years, didn't you?"

"Yeah, well, that's when I'm by myself."

"OK," I said with a bit of finality. "I think I'll just get my dress - and my bra – and go home."

All this time I was swaying my hips to Leroy Brown. I think I had Len on the word "dress." But it was the "and my bra," spoken very slowly, while caressing my nipples through the robe, that did it.

He stood up quickly, opened his pants, and shoved them to the floor. His cock stood almost straight out. It was all I could do to keep from kissing it right then.

Len took off his shirt. He was now naked and he looked delicious. I really wanted to lick him all over, but especially the eight or nine inches pointing directly at me.

Leisurely I opened the robe for him to see my breasts. But, simultaneously I turned around slowly so he only saw me from the rear as I let the robe fall off my body.

I stood there, gently swaying to the music, in just my panties, my very damp panties, mind you, with my back to my friend, my new lover, and his wonderful cock a few feet behind me.

Taking a deep breath I touched myself with both hands between my legs, just lightly, but enough to cause a sudden sweet orgasm. This young woman was very hot, air conditioning or no. I just stood there while I came, a sequence of soft sighs and moans emanating from my mouth.

After it ended, I very slowly caressed myself, moving my hands along my torso from my pussy, up my body and turned around to face Len. From the look on his face I thought he would have an orgasm at that moment, though he hadn't even touched himself.

By the time my slow moving hands had reached my breasts he'd taken his right hand and begun to stroke his cock, much faster than I'd expected. But I was doing this at my own speed and continued to move my hands up my breasts to my shoulders and eventually over my head. My nipples were like little marbles; they were so erect, just like Len's beautiful cock.

So there we were. Len was stroking himself like a madman. I was coming off an incredible orgasm and slightly shimmying for my playmate's pleasure.

I was surprised to see his left hand had moved to his balls and he was lightly caressing them. This was good knowledge for me: Not all wisdom is acquired in the classroom, I thought.

He was jerking so fast now I knew it wouldn't be long until he shot. And I didn't want to miss any of it, visually or orally.

Kneeling down in front of him and watching his hand going a mile a minute over his very red-headed cock, with pre-seminal fluid flying about off the tip, I tried to figure out how to get the thing into my mouth. I didn't want him coming all over my face, I wanted to see it come into my mouth. He wasn't making it easy for me to determine the correct approach.

"Len, please let me suck on it."

"You wanted to watch me jerk off. Now I just can't stop," he replied.

I've created a fine mess I thought to myself, suppressing a chuckle. I finally got what I want and now it's not exactly what I want!

"Beth, I'm gonna come, I'm gonna come."

Now I knew at the very least I was going to see it shoot. I might not get to taste any of it, but at least I'll see it spurt, I thought to myself. And it was then that it happened.

He suddenly slowed his movements and the first spurt shot right out at me. It landed on my left cheek and my chin. I couldn't believe how long it was. It seemed to shoot like a water hose. It seemed like that one shot was five seconds long, nonstop.

Eyes wide, I could only watch as the next shot hit me in the forehead above my right eyebrow. It was so exciting to watch his cock shoot, I was in heaven. My pussy was tingling and crying out for attention, but I just couldn't do anything other than kneel there starring at the cock shooting at my face.

I opened my mouth wide, stuck out my tongue and hoped that the next shot would land there. Len — or his cock — must have read my mind because the next shot went in swish, just like a basketball that doesn't touch the rim. An entire spurt of semen shot the foot or so from his cock's head to my eagerly waiting mouth and tongue, just like a long shot from a water pistol.

The sudden stimulation of my palette by this luxurious substance pushed me over the edge. My body tensed, my shoulders and breasts raised up in that tension and my clit sent sparks throughout my entire being. It was sexy, erotic, animalistic — and entirely new. I'd never come like this when I'd played with myself before, ever.

The next three or four shots mainly got in my mouth or splashed on my semen drenched tongue. I was having a hard time keeping it from spilling out and keeping my mouth open for more. In fact, I didn't even notice that at least a little dripped out, down, and off my chin.

It was at that moment I realized that he'd pretty much stopped the jerking motion with his hands, the cock held in his hand was just shooting sperm at my semen slicked face. Since I was mid-orgasm myself I could think of nothing to do but lean forward and pop that dick into my mouth.

What a reaction, from both of us! I was able now to maintain all the semen in my mouth and still swirl my tongue around his beautiful cock. And for Len, it seemed like his shots got bigger and harder than the last one or two. Maybe my tongue was doing the trick. I had a lot to learn, I realized.

Len continued to pump semen into my mouth and I knew I needed to swallow. It was odd at first trying to figure out the best way to swallow with a cock in your mouth, especially if you knew you weren't supposed to scrape your teeth along the cock. I did figure it out though and as he kept coming I kept swallowing, all the while my body in a seemingly endless state of orgasm. Wow! I thought to myself, I love this!

Eventually he stopped shooting and his cock started to shrink, just like the night before. I was very reluctant to let go of my new friend and continued to twirl my tongue around it.

Suddenly Len lighted touched my shoulder and said, "Whoa. Stop a second."

I looked at him, my heavy lidded eyes questioning what he meant.

"I mean, don't stop. Just go easy," he hesitantly urged. "My cock is always very sensitive after I come. I love you licking it, though, just be gentle. OK?"

"Mm-hmm," was my response as I continued to make love to his now reasonably sized penis. I, too, was coming down from my elongated orgasm. I felt exhilarated, sexy, attractive, and orgasmic. Life was wonderful. The world was beautiful. Paul McCartney was singing "My love does it good to me," echoing my current thoughts about Len.

After another minute or so I swallowed all of the semen that remained in my mouth and finally released his wonderful prick. He sat down on the edge of the bed again and I leaned to one side, taking the pressure off my knees on the floor.

I smiled up at him and he grunted a satisfied "Wow."

Looking back at his cock I noticed some more white stuff leaking out of it. I asked him if that was just semen or something else.

"No, it's still cum. Some just stays in the plumbing afterwards and then it leaks out."

I leaned over and sucked all I could off the tip and out of his cock. "Cum," I thought. I'd never heard that word before, but I loved it, both the word and the substance.

"You know, in this low light the cum on your face looks shiny, like diamonds."

I'd completely forgotten about the first few shots that were encircling my face. I got up, still dressed only in my panties, and looked in the mirror, hardly noticing any longer that Len's eyes were glued to my boobs.

There it was, globs of the stuff on my left cheek, my chin, my forehead and my right eyebrow. I agreed with Len that the light hitting the bigger globs almost made them look like diamond-encrusted brooches. Using the mirror to locate all of it, I slowly slid up the big globs onto a finger or two and transferred them to my mouth where I greedily sucked it up.

When I had gotten all the cum (I did like that new bit of vocabulary) off my face and into my mouth I savored the taste, the texture, the oiliness of it, and most of all its manliness. I'd realized some new things.

First, I could have much bigger orgasms than I'd ever thought possible.

Second, semen, or rather "cum," seemed to make that possible and that I loved the taste of it. All those things some of my girlfriends had said were totally wrong on that score.

Third, I just loved the feel of Len's cock in my mouth. It was so hard and exciting. Watching him jerk off was great; I had had an orgasm just watching it.

Fourth, in the last twenty-four hours I'd had the best orgasms of my young life — and I was still a virgin! This last thought made me think about the whole giving myself to a guy thing. It was all so confusing.

However, I decided that sucking Len's cock was so sophisticated and mature I was very satisfied with that for now.

After I'd cleaning the liquid diamonds off my face, I sat next to Len on the edge of his bed and gave him a hug. It felt so good the have my naked breasts touch his body, my nipples rubbing against his muscled chest. Yeow! What a great feeling, being naked with a boy.

By now it was getting late, though I did want to practice sucking Len's cock some more.

"My mom'll probably be coming home any minute. Maybe you should go," he said sadly. "But I really don't want you to leave."

"I don't want to either, but I should at least get dressed."

He got up and caressed my breasts. They're so big, you couldn't get a hand around each of them. He had to use two hands on one just to contain most of it.

Nevertheless, it felt terrific, his hands caressing whatever part of my anatomy they found. Closing my eyes and experiencing these feelings, I shivered and said, "If you keep that up, I'm never going to get dressed, you know."

"I know, but your boobs are just amazing. You've never been naked with anyone else?"

"You know you're the first. I told you that."

"Well, you sure seem to know exactly what to do to my cock," he said, his revitalized cock pointing directly at me.

As I opened my eyes I almost swooned just looking at the beautiful piece of flesh not even an inch in front of my mouth.

I quickly licked my lips and shoved it in my mouth. Len moaned and so did I. What was it about my mouth that could just make me come? All that stuff about Deep Throat and a woman having her clit in her throat couldn't be true, could it? Maybe I had a second one in my mouth. I pondered that while moving my head back and forth a few times.

Len started to moan louder. Suddenly I forgot about the dress in the dryer, my near naked state, my bra on the dryer or the crusted cum on my forehead. I was getting some more of this delicious stuff right now.

The way he was grunting I figured Len was feeling like the other part of this equation. I was the cocksucker; he was the cock. Action, reaction.

The amazing thing about the equation was that one plus one equaled three. It was a surprise to both of us, but a joy, nonetheless. I was the cocksucker and he was the cock, but when he came we both had orgasms. How cool was that?

Anyway, from his sounds I felt he was close to coming and I wasn't going to miss a drop. I kept up the movement in and out of my mouth. I considered experimenting with taking him deeper, but I wasn't ready to deal with gagging right now. Another time.

I just knew he was close so I put even more pressure on my lips to encase his cock tighter and rubbed the underside of his cock (that seemed to make him moan a lot last night) even harder with my tongue. These things seemed to do the trick.

At that moment I felt a shot of cum jet into my mouth, almost filling it. Wow. What a load in just one spurt. When the second spewed into my mouth, my pussy went crazy, gushing almost, providing me with the beginnings of another orgasm.

His third and fourth shots joined the first two and I had to swallow. I managed that with less difficulty than before and loved the feeling of the slimy viscous liquid sliding down my throat. Feeling that dollop of cum going down must have pushed me over the edge. I just sat there and experienced another whopper orgasm myself.

By the time he'd finished sperming my mouth, five or six shots later my orgasm was in full bloom and I savored the feelings between my legs, on my nipples rubbing his legs, on my lips secured around his shaft and his delicious cum bathing my mouth.

Too soon he was shrinking again and I just gently moved his cock around my mouth with my tongue, not ever wanting to let it go.

A few moments later we both thought we heard a car pull up. I let his cock loose, swallowed the rest of my delectable drink and raced to the laundry room downstairs. My bra was dry. So too was the dress, but it irked me that it was so wrinkled. Given the headiness I was feeling from the past hour's events, I had to remind myself that this was no time to worry about being chic.

As I started to pull on my bra I found a few errant sparkling cum spots in between my breasts. Maybe, I thought, those shots were not perfectly swish. Gotta work on that. I snatched what I could with my fingers, plunked them into my mouth, pulled up my bra and fastened it. Then I hastily slipped the dress around me, buttoning up as quickly as I could. I ran back to Len's room, grabbed my bag and my shoes and returned to the kitchen. Just as I was trying to fix my hair (and making sure there was no cum in it), Len's mom walked in and threw her purse on the counter.

"Hi, Beth, how are you?"

"I'm OK. And you?"

"It is a scorcher out there today, and so humid! I wish my car had air conditioning. You gave Lionel a ride home from school, didn't you? Thanks so much. You're a doll."

Just as Len walked in I got up and headed for the door.

"I'd better get going."

"Uh, OK, Beth. I'll see ya' later."

"Yeah, OK. Bye," I mumbled as I ran out the door, glad to have gotten away without any repercussions from Len's mom about finding us alone.

As I got in the car and started driving away the radio began playing Seals & Croft.

"Diamond Girl."

It made me smile.

Beth T.
My Favorite KISS Concert
Posted:Jun 25, 2018 10:24 am
Last Updated:Jul 13, 2018 10:17 am
Did you ever see KISS in concert? Well, let me tell you it was one non-stop party that I will NEVER forget. I had tickets to the show being played at the Nashville State fair and the tickets were close to the front of the stage. Please don’t ask me how much they cost; I had to eat a lot of peanut butter sandwiches to make up for the cash outlay. I decided to take my two bi-sexual friends Janet and Sharon. If you have read any of my early posts about Janet and Sharon you will understand how crazy things get when they are around, or even when they are not around.

We arrived at the fairgrounds hours before the show and had a terrific time playing games and riding the rides. Both girls flirted with me outrageously. They'd ask me to help them work the air rifle or the hammer on some game, and then they'd grind their asses into my crotch. They'd snuggle up on either side of me as we'd walk, and I'd revel in the looks people gave us.

I had the stray thought of making the girls skip the concert and go home with me for a nice, long fuck session but I knew the girls would be disappointed. Plus, I did really want to see KISS.

Soon enough, it was time to go in for the concert. The venue had a grandstand in the back, with reserved seating, and then an open area for fans who wanted to stand immediately in front of the stage. This last was where we had tickets. We were among the first in, and bought beers right away before taking up position near the stage.

The standing room area filled up quickly as the day grew into evening, and one consequence of having arrived so early became clear. We were out of beer. After much pouting, the girls convinced me to push my way back through the crowd to the beer stand for another round. They also convinced me to put their cell phones in the pockets of my shorts as they didn't want to carry them anymore and had no pockets on the tight, slinky skirts they had on.

This would prove to be a fateful decision.

I packed away my new cargo and, as I walked back through the crowd, soon found that the additional weight made it hard to keep my shorts up. In fact, I had to walk with one hand holding the waistband to keep them up.

By the time I made it to the beer stand and had bought a double round for the three of us (six big cans of beer), I realized I was going to have a problem. Walking back through the crowd with both hands full of beer while keeping my shorts up was going to be a problem.

I did the best I could to tuck my shirt into my shorts in such a way as it could help hold them up, then I gathered the beers into my arms and made a break back to the front of the venue where my girls awaited.

I came out near the back of the standing area just in time to hear the crowd go wild as the band was announced and took the stage. People flowed into the standing area, and soon I found myself backed up against a wall in the shadow of the grandstand with nowhere to go.

Immediately in front of me was a young, curvy woman with blonde hair, nice round tits filling out her t-shirt and a skin-tight blue jean skirt that ended just below her ass cheeks. About six inches below the bottom of the skirt some thigh-high boots started.

This chick was smoking hot, and she was being pushed back against me as the crowd expanded. She bumped into me once, and smiled back at me with a quick apology, then turned around again to see what she could see of the show. Which wasn't much. The crowd was out of control, and she was pushed back again and again to the point where we were pretty much in constant contact. I was, literally, back to the wall and the metaphorical wall in front of her was pushing us together.

She looked back at me and apologized again, and I shrugged my shoulders. There wasn't much either of us could do. It looked like I was going to be enjoying the concert, as much as I could, from right where I was.

But soon, a problem developed. My clever shirt trick was failing me, and I felt my shorts began to fall down. I looked around quickly for a place to set down the beers I had in my arms but could see nothing. I was just about to ask the girl in front of me if she'd mind holding them while I fixed my problem when shirt pulled free and my shorts hit the ground.

The most embarrassing part? I wasn't wearing any underwear.

Why? Because I have two kinky girls in my life and when getting dressed I'd had visions of, perhaps, an impromptu hand job or something on one of the rides. Unfortunately, despite all the teasing Janet and Sharon had given me, that didn't manifest itself and now the decision not to pull on a pair of boxers under my shorts was proving to be a bad one.

My cock was now out, and the stranger in front of me was rubbing her ass on it thanks to the crowd pushing her back.

You can imagine what happened next. Despite my morning sex session with two horny girls, it had been a day of teasing and expectation. Now, with a sexy skirt-clad ass rubbing against me, there was no stopping it.

I was getting a boner. A big, throbbing, open-air hard on that anyone who bothered to turn around would have seen rubbing into the ass of the unsuspecting girl in front of me.

What the fuck was I going to do? I couldn't very well ask this girl for help so she could turn around and find that I'd been putting pecker tracks all over her black-clad ass. I couldn't ask anyone for help at this point without a great deal of embarrassment and, possibly, expulsion from the concert.

I was standing there desperately contemplating my options when, on stage, the band broke into "Strutter." This, apparently, was a favorite of the young, beautiful stranger in front of me and she began to bounce up and down. Which would have been a delightful sight under different circumstances, given her bodily assets, but as it was it made my cock bang against her back side in a manner I didn't think she was going to be able to ignore.

And then it got worse.

I was extremely aroused by this point, despite my best efforts to the contrary, and my dick was pointing toward the sky. At the apex of one of her bounces my boner slipped under her skirt. As she came down, the tip was driven up near the waistbands of her skirt and panties. Still not aware of what was going on, she bounced again causing my dick to angle down past the waistband of her panties and slip down between her ass cheeks.

She definitely felt that. She did half bounce, then wiggled a bit looking over her shoulder to see what was happening, and all that movement was rubbing my cock up against her silky panties (from what I could see they had cute little hearts on them which clashed, in a strangely pleasing way, with her overall vaguely goth getup) and her slick, sweaty ass cheeks...and I just couldn't hold out any longer.

"Uhhhh," I groaned and began to unload jet after jet of come into the poor girl's panties.

As I shuddered and came she stood stock still, no doubt in shock. My heart was thumping wildy, not just at the obviously erotic nature of this impromptu orgasm taking place as it was in the midst of a crowded concert where anyone focusing on us instead of the stage for even a moment would see but also at the fact that, intentional or not, I'd pretty much just sexually assaulted this girl.

And I'd pumped about a cup and a half of DNA evidence into her ass crack and panties to prove it.

I'll be honest, my first instinct was to drop the beers, pull up my shorts and run. But then I realized...there was nowhere to go. The same mass of people that had forced our unwitting sexcapade was also blocking all routes of escape. I resigned myself to what was no doubt going to be a lot of awkward explanations.

But then I realized something. The girl was still standing stock still, despite the fact that my cock was still between her ass cheeks, and my cum was now running out of the crotch of her panties and down her leg. In fact, as I watched, a man standing just ahead and to the right of her looked back at her.

"You ok?" he asked just barely audible over the noise of the crowd and the music.

"Yup," she replied and he turned back to the concert. I saw my opening.

"You know, a gentleman would have let you stand in front of him so you could see," I whispered into her ear.

"Yeah, and he could keep wayward cocks out of my panties too," she said...then giggled. Unbelievably, this girl was finding a bit of humor in our predicament.

"That, uh, wasn't on purpose. My shorts fell down and you were jumping and..."

"A likely story," she said. But then gave her ass a little wiggle that sent a pulse of blood back into my dick which was in danger of shriveling its way back up out of her panties. The wiggle made my cock squish deliciously between her ass cheeks. I had the makings of another hard on.

"Well, believe it or not, I'm a gentleman who would never force himself on a lady."

"Tell that to your cock which, if I'm not mistaken, is feeling increasingly rigid."

It was true. I was now just shy of a full-fledged boner and this sexy banter with this sexy lady, combined with the feel of her smooth, soft ass cheeks on my cock wasn't helping.

Then something unbelievable happened. She put her hands down and lifted up the back of her skin-tight skirt exposing her panties (I was right, little red hearts on a field of white) then pulled the silk panties down exposing her ass to me.

"Let's do this," she whispered back to me putting both her hands back and pulling my hips into her for a grind.

I was now totally hard. My heart thumped with excitement as my cock ground into her come-covered ass. Was I really about to fuck a stranger in the ass in the middle of a concert?

I was, it seemed.

"I'll need your help," I said indicating the beers in my arms with a nod when she looked back. She giggled, then turned around again and I felt her hand on my cock aiming straight for her tight little asshole.

I sank in to my balls in her slippery ass with one push thanks to the lubrication provided by my come and her sweat.

She put a hand up and pulled my face down to hers and gave me a long, wet, tongue-twisting kiss. Then she let me go and slowly began to thrust back onto my cock.

The feel of her tight little sphincter on my cock was amazing. It was tight, and each stroke seemed to go from the base of my cock to my tip and back again.

On stage, the band began playing "Beth," and this sexy stranger matched her thrusts to the rhythm of the song. I was terrified for a moment, thinking the guy this sexy young thing was with would turn around to find his girl during this romantic song, but proving himself to be the asshole I'd already guessed he was, he remained focused entirely on the stage.

I shift a bit to plant myself squarely against the wall at my back and closed my eyes to enjoy the situation. A lot of people have had sex while listening to KISS. How many have had sex while listening to KISS live?

She continued to work my cock in and out of her ass. Opening my eyes, I could see she had one hand up her shirt rubbing her breasts and the other down the front of her skirt. Her head was turned so that I could see her face, illuminated by the flashing lights of the stage, and she was biting her lower lip. Her jet-black bangs where fluttering in the breeze on her forehead.

Anyone looking at us at this point was going to know what we were doing, but I was beyond caring.

I began to thrust myself into her, and her fucking became harder. We were soon going much faster than the song's rhythm and I began to get that familiar feeling in my balls.

On stage, the band was in the final 15 seconds or so of "Beth." The crowd was beginning to cheer, louder and louder. Suddenly, she slammed herself all the way back on my cock and stayed there. Her hips were wiggling, humping against the hand she had buried down the front of her skirt. Soon I felt her orgasm through the tightening of her asshole, and it was all I could take. I bucked against her a few times, forcing my cock in and out of her a few times, then joined her in a ball-emptying orgasm.

The song was ending, and the crowd was roaring, and in a way it felt like they were cheering for us.

I emptied splash after splash of semen deep into her bowels, and she kept humping her hips slightly still lost in orgasm. But then, as the crowd quieted, and KISS broke into another song (I can't even recall what it was), our orgasms subsided as well.

She leaned back and pulled my head down to her for another kiss, my cock still bured in her ass. This time I noticed her lips had a sweet taste to them, like some sort of alcohol, and her breath smelled just faintly of tobacco.
During the kiss, I dropped one arm load of beers and wrapped an arm around her mauling her breasts. She took my hand and guided it down her top and under her bra to cup one of her smooth, firm breasts. It was a delightful feeling that inspired another throb or two from my softening cock, but soon I was too soft to remain rooted in her ass.

I slipped out, we finished our kiss, and I extricated my hand from under her bra. She pulled up her panties and pulled down her skirt, then turned toward me. She pulled up the front of her skirt and looked down at her sodden panties. "I don't know how I'm going to explain this to him," she said jerk her head toward the aforementioned asshole who was so unconcerned with his woman that she managed to get herself fucked in the ass less than 10 feet away from him without his even knowing.

"Why explain anything?" I asked. "Just come with me."

"I can't," she said. "He's not a bad guy."

"I don't know enough to say, but something tells me you could do better."

"Maybe I could," she said then wrapped her arms around my neck and gave me another deep kiss.

"Thanks for the memory," she said then turned from me and took her place again behind her guy.

By this time, the crowd had eased a bit. I had no idea if anyone had seen what we were doing, but nobody seemed to be looking at me so I edged my way over to the exit. There was no way I was going to be able to battle my way to the front of the concert, so I took a seat outside the venue and cracked one of my remaining beers (sacrificing three $10 beers for the chance to grope that wonderful tit had been a sound investment, in my mind).

I could hear the concert going loud and proud on the other side of the grandstand. Out where I was the breeze was pleasant. I settled in to wait for my girls, wondering what they'd make of the tale I had to tell.
What an Ass Hole~!
Posted:Jun 16, 2018 6:26 am
Last Updated:Jul 9, 2018 10:18 am
Sometimes it’s difficult being the guy in the relationship, or lack of a relationship as it were. Messing around with someone you work with can be so damn complicated……

Ever since he started working here, he had been nothing but arrogant, cocky and condescending. He looked harmless enough the first day he walked in here but the minute we began working together, I knew it was going to be a doomed relationship. Why did my bosses place his desk right next to mine? Probably because they didn't want him next to theirs. The office we worked in was actually a loft studio, a big open space filled with groupings of desks and other office equipment. No walls to shut us off from one another. Which was unfortunate when there was such a man like Jimmy in the room.

God, I couldn't stand him. This week, we had a meeting discussing our methodology of production for we all collaborate on the same projects, and synchronism is essential in our work methods. I specialized in website production, meaning I take the graphics, cut the them and insert them into html pages. Jimmy's job was to organize the structure and hierarchy of information for websites, so I had to follow his lead, organizing my html pages to reflect the structures he created. Which makes it all the more aggravating, since he was so particular and anal about it. Everything had to be organically structured according to him but the maddening part was that he couldn't be bothered to explain it properly, it was as if he expected us to read his mind and if we couldn't, well, it was because we were just naturally inferior, not blessed with his brilliant genes.

One night, we were having a company get-together at Ella's, a neighborhood drinking hole. My bosses thought it would be a good idea every so once in a while to get out and drink together to foster closer relationships and to reward us, their employees, for being the hard workers that we were. I didn't know if it was actually working but hey, free drinks were free drinks. The downside was that Jimmy was going to be there too. I divested much of my time and energy to ignoring him as much as possible at work, to avoid interacting with him directly in any way. Granted, he's nice to look at, even though he was blond, pale and blue-eyed whereas I preferred tall dark men. But that was just about the only decent thing I could say about him.

The clock was quickly sneaking up on five p.m., the end of the office day. We were carpooling over to Ella's. Jimmy was tagging along with me and Simon, the head graphic designer. Damn. I avoided eye contact with him when I offered a ride to the staff this morning over the coffee machine but he said he would accept my offer. Great, I will have to listen to his obnoxious banter in the car on the way to the bar. I glared at the clock, for it seemed to belligerently hurry to the end of the day as if to deliberately piss me off. Ordinarily, I was quite happy to see the workdays speed by but not today, not when it meant that I would have to actually socialize with this Teutonic asshole.

Ah! The hour hand just arrived on the number five. Sullenly, I put away my work materials and cleaned up my desk. Turned off the Mac and grabbed my purse.

"So, ready?" asked Jimmy.

"Yes," I lied.

Of course Jimmy wasn't ready to leave yet. Simon and I sat on the couch that was by his desk and waited for him to finish, he patiently and I, not so much. I glared at Jimmy, mentally willing him to hurry up and meanwhile, resenting him for making us march to his tune. How did he do it? How was it that he could be so oblivious to the fact that the world actually does not revolve around him? As I mulled over this, I could feel my nostrils flaring and billowing invisible smoke. Jimmy looked up finally and saw us sitting there. "Well, are you ready yet?" he asked, getting a pissy look from me as I got up from the couch and began walking out of the office. I don't care if he's ready to go or not, I'm leaving and that's all there is to it. Simon looked around uncertainly, not sure if he should follow me or wait for Jimmy. They are best friends and tend to stick together like Jekyll and Hyde. They followed me finally, meeting me in the parking lot where my car was. Simon and Jimmy haggled over who was going to get the front seat until I impatiently started up the car. They scrabbled to get in any which way when they realized that indeed I was not going to abide their squabbling.

I live in the same neighborhood as the bar and knew the fastest way to get there, bypassing the usual traffic jam. But Jimmy could not resist directing me on where to go for he wanted to get there as quickly as possible. Which I found insulting considering that I drive home to this neighborhood every day and by now, knew the fastest way for I am not the most patient driver. But when he, sitting in the back seat, saw my face in the rear view mirror, he quieted down and within a matter of minutes we had arrived. I couldn't resist giving him a smug look as I switched off the car ignition.

My bosses were already there, and gone ahead with the ordering of beer pitchers. As soon as I sat down, I gratefully poured myself a glass, still seething from having to be in the same car as Jimmy. He sat down next to me, leaned back on his wooden chair, spread his legs out on the floor and lit up a cigarette. "Would you like one?" he asked, preferring a cigarette that was poking out of his pack of smokes. Since I had just ran out of mine, I grudgingly accepted. He pulled out his lighter and uncharacteristically lit my smoke as if he were Cary Grant. Hmph.

I downed my beer and as I reached for the pitcher, which was across the table, Jimmy leaned over and got it for me. He filled my glass and gave me a small smile. For all the resentment I harbored towards him, I still couldn't deny his manners so I gave a perfunctory smile back by way of thanks. Now that I had some beer and a cigarette, I allowed myself to relax, also leaning back in my chair, not really paying attention to the dialogue at the table. I was content to look around the bar and people-watch. Study how people interact, how the women pose, how the men preen. How the waiters harry to and fro, trying hard to keep up with the demands of the thirsty clientele.

I felt a tap on my arm, it was Jimmy. "How are you doing?" Why are you talking to me? I thought to myself, as I turned to look at him. I just wanted to chill out and enjoy myself. The last thing I was interested in doing was paying attention to him.

"I'm all right, I'm all right," I replied curtly, hoping to discourage him from speaking to me further but to no avail for he kept on talking. "Thank god it's Friday, eh?" he said and I nodded briefly, still clinging to the hope that he will turn to someone else and bother them instead. But I could feel his eyes on me even though I was avoiding eye contact with him. "You don't seem to like me much," he observed. Gee, no kidding. I reluctantly turned to look at him and said "I have a hard time abiding you."

His eyebrows went up in surprise, perhaps at my bluntness, or my honesty or both.


He opened the can of worms, for I kept on talking, telling him that I found him to be quite frankly obnoxious and that his sense of intellectual superiority was misplaced and uncalled for. He stared at me slack jawed while I ranted on and when I finally finished, he laughed and asked if I would like another cigarette.

His response caught me off-guard. For one thing, I didn't expect him to take my ranting with such humour and unflappability. I had to give him kudos for that as much as I really didn't want to. He was starting to strike me as being more human, more appealing, and irritatingly enough, more attractive.

I turned around to strike up a conversation with someone else for by now, friends of ours had joined the table and it was starting to become quite a beehive of tipsy conversations. As the night wore on, I drank more beer, all of which Jimmy poured, smoked more cigarettes, all of which Jimmy offered. By the time the end of the evening came around, I wasn't feeling such animosity towards him anymore and even laughed at some of his stories, for he did tell them well with enviable wit and an excellent grasp of language.

As tipsy as I was getting, I didn't lose my own grasp of the awareness that my feelings towards him were starting to change. But would admit that the alcohol certainly helped smooth out the roughness of my perspective of him, rendering him pleasantly smooth to talk to. At the same time, I was also aware of how strange and unexpected it was to see him in a different light. I began to pay more attention to him, observing his behavior and expressions. I liked how he sat in his chair, laidback and calm. He exuded masculine sexuality that I could not deny existed. It was fascinating to see these new facets of him.

Before long, it was closing time and it was time to go. Everyone was slowly getting ready to leave, prolonging their farewells and making promises to get together on the weekend for predictably more drinking. I did the same and wandered out of the bar. Jimmy was leaving at the same time.

"You're not going to drive home, are you?" he asked.

"Nah, nah," I replied, "I live pretty close by, just gonna walk home."

"Mind if I walk with you?"

"Suit yourself."

We walked towards my place, mostly in silence when at one point, he abruptly stopped and pointed out his apartment which was quite close to mine, only two blocks away.

"Oh wow, we're neighbors," I sarcastically commented to which he wryly grinned. We paused there on the sidewalk while he pulled out his smokes. He lit up a cigarette and gave it to me. As I took it from his hand, I noticed how warm his fingers were. I looked up at him and he was unwaveringly staring at me, or more my lips really. I am not vain at all, but I know I do have nice full lips for I've been told that many times. I also know that being the tall lean brunette I am, that many men find me attractive but I never thought he would for he certainly had never given that indication before. I stared back at him and could feel the flush of heat rising up in my neck, a sure sign of pure attraction. I wondered if he could see it, my skin turning pink from the heat. He must have for he imperceptibly moved in a little closer to me, close enough for me to feel the heat radiating from his body. I could also smell his cologne, which was tinged with a delicious musk.

I just couldn't help it. I leaned over to smell his neck. He didn't move at all, not even in surprise. He actually seemed to have predicted I would. Ah, there was the Jimmy I knew, that cockiness. In a way, it was reassuring to see him being familiar for it was actually starting to be disorienting to see him behave almost unrecognizably tonight.

The late night wind blew gently, causing me to shiver. He put his arm almost paternally around me, lending me the warmth of his skin. Our bodies were now pressed together, close enough for me to feel his arousal pressing against my lower tummy. Close enough for me to feel my own swelling up in reaction. I gave into the sensations of our mutual chemistry and began to kiss his neck, and move upwards to his ear that I nibbled gently and over to his mouth that I tasted with my own. I could feel his arms wrapping more tightly around me, as if he were trying to pull me right into himself. And I did the same with him. It was funny, he didn't seem so muscular, but he certainly felt so. I could feel the muscles in his back ripple as he embraced me, and it weakened my knees, I had to roll my eyes at myself, for being so clichéd but I didn't care. My neck was getting hotter and hotter the more we kissed for damnit, he could kiss.

After a while, we broke apart, to take a breath and to take in the realization that we were actually making out, us two. I was especially surprised for it was only hours ago that I was full out filled with disdain and dislike for him.

He took my hand and walked me up the front steps to his place. He opened the door and pulled me in. We began to make out like animals in the front hall, he grinded his hips against mine as we frantically kissed. We had no control whatsoever, we had submitted purely and entirely to our desires. We took off each other's shirts, unbuckled each other's jeans, let our hands roam where they wished, our tongues following. I was in awe of Jimmy's body, the way it felt, the way it smelled, so delicious and erotic and even dizzying. All I wanted to do was inhale him. Absorb him, fill up my clitoris with his sexuality until I explode, releasing all the pent-up tension of having had worked with him in uncomfortable proximity for several months.

We stumbled clumsily over to his bed for our limbs were still entwined as if we daren't let each other, as if it was impossible to disentangle ourselves from each other. He pushed me down on the bed so my face was pressed against the mattress. He pushed apart my legs and laid down between them so that he was lying down on top of me, his legs between mine. I could feel his cock, hard and thick, resting in between my buttocks while he kissed the back of my neck. I tried to roll over but he wouldn't let me. He began to move downwards, following the line of my spine until his warm and wet tongue was at the top of the crack in my ass.

Then he paused.

What now? I wondered.

And what the hell? It hit me hard at that moment, the awareness that here I was, lying in the bed that belong to the bane of my existence, with no clothes on. Naked in front of Jimmy whose tongue was on the verge of trespassing into my very personal and private places.

The shock of it overwhelmed me in very strange manifestations. I was turned on by the fact that this asshole was manhandling me, was taking control of me and submitting me to his control. It was so profane that it was making me even more aroused.

Jimmy pulled up my hips until I was on my knees with my face still against the cool sheet on the mattress. I could feel his hands spreading apart the cheeks of my ass, which was enough to make me gasp, but then I could feel his tongue following the line between the buttocks until it found its way into the deep recesses of my vagina, which by then, was already oozing out wanton desire onto his clean crisp white sheets. Oh my god, I can't believe this, I thought to myself while my hips moved backwards, wanting his tongue to enter even deeper.

He pulled his tongue out and followed the line back upwards until he found the other hole. No, he wouldn't, would he?

He did! His tongue pushed in and pushed in and pushed in until it managed to wriggle inside the opening of my tight asshole, creating sensations of pleasure that I had never known. In fact, those feelings almost transported me into a different reality as if I were no longer inside a human body, as if I were made of nothing but pure 100% orgasmic pleasure. Time no longer had meaning, I would not have been able to tell you then if it was day or night, I would not have even been able to remember my own name, I was so far gone into another realm where disbelief and arousal mutually fed each other.

Then I felt him pull out. I groaned with some disappointment for I didn't want it to end but within seconds, I felt something bigger and harder and stiffer push against my asshole. Oh! Jimmy's cock! I braced myself, knowing it would initially hurt. I relaxed my anal muscles as much as I could as I pushed my hips backwards, slowly and gently. Jimmy let me take control at this point, he patiently waited while I eased myself over his cock. Once he was fully inside me, the thickness of his cock rubbing against the walls of my anus, rapture once again emerged, compelling me to move back and forth with quicker rhythm until I could hear him moan. He held onto my buttocks, rubbing them as I fucked his cock with my asshole.

The whole time we were fucking, the same thought circulated through my head "I can't believe I am having anal sex with Jimmy." The shock value of this only added to the incredible delight of having a hard-on in my ass. I have never really enjoyed vaginal sex, always wanting the guy to hurry up and get it over with within ten minutes. But anal sex? I could go on all night.

For a long while, we fucked in near silence, letting out gluttonous sounds of exquisite satisfaction, the shaft of his cock rubbed me like I was a genie in a bottle, I was raised to higher and higher levels until indeed the genie came out in form of vaginal and anal orgasms, so strong that they pushed out Jimmy's cock. When I came back down to reality, I collapsed on the mattress and Jimmy fell down next to me, his blond head, closely cropped, resting on my shoulder. We laid this way for a while, catching our breath.

"Jesus H. Christ!" mumbled Jimmy. "I've hadn't come like that in ages!"

I smiled and chuckled quietly, staring up at the ceiling, watching the lights from the streets flicker upon it.

Jimmy placed his hand on my leg, stroking it gently, letting his fingers trail slowly from near my knee upwards to my sopping wet cunt. He found my clitoris, still swollen from the orgasm and began to circle it slowly with his fingers, before he moved them downwards to the opening of my vagina, letting his fingers go in and out, covering them with my wetness. Jimmy rolled over onto his side and gazed at me while his fingers continued to play. He was watching my reaction, letting it be his guide, each time I sharply inhale or slowly sigh, he knew he found the right spot, the right stroke and kept going.

Then Jimmy began to slide down on the mattress, kissing me on the way, from my shoulder, around the curves of my breasts and then down towards my clit waited in anticipation. I closed my eyes and opened my legs to let him in. He kept moving down the mattress until he was kneeling on the floor at the bottom of the bed, his head directly between my legs. I propped myself up on my elbows to get a better look of his face, of his tongue licking my clit and fucking me. Jimmy looked at me the whole time his tongue fucked me, which was so scintillating and almost an invasion of my personal space which made no sense for we had gone as far as we could to invade each other's personal space.

Ah, but not quite. Jimmy's space didn't quite get invaded just yet.

Realizing this, a wicked grin spread across my face, and Jimmy noticed. He wrinkled his eyebrows questioning, wondering why I was smiling that way.

"Come here."

Jimmy got up off the floor and laid back down beside me.

"Roll over."

"Hmm?" I rolled him over until his back was facing me. I began to nibble the back of his neck while my fingers gently tugged on his nipples. I pressed my body against his back, letting him feel my breasts. I stroked his back, I stroked along his hips and gave him a gentle spank. Jimmy smiled languorously and unsuspectingly. This time it was I who slid down on the mattress, for I had something in mind.

I let my tongue follow the contours of his muscled back, and kept moving down. I let my tongue reside in that little dip at the top of his fabulously rotund butt and waited to see how he would like it. He seemed to like it indeed for his butt moved a little closer to my face.

I was getting very excited at this point because I knew that I was taking him on the ride of his life. This time, I was going to tongue-fuck him.

I moved down even more, and found the opening of his anus with my tongue, which I let flicker teasingly, pretending that I was on my way to his testicles. I would move away and then come back a little more insistently. I licked my index finger and lightly pressed it against his anus. Jimmy kept very still, perhaps he was wondering what I was actually going to do.

Well, he was going to find out soon enough.

I let my tongue and index finger take turns tickling his anus, while my other hand reached in between his legs to reach for his cock which was as hard as hard can get. I rolled him over onto his back and began to suck him off for a while, but I only let the head of his cock push in between my lips that he had been staring so hard at on the sidewalk. Meanwhile, my index finger would match the rhythm of my mouth. Each time his cock went into my mouth, my finger would push a little further into his anus. I made sure to dribble a little of my saliva onto his asshole so my finger could slide in easily.
Then I backed off.

He looked up at me to see what was going on.

"Put your hands on the back of your knees, " I said.

Jimmy's mouth fell open and his eyes widened. When he saw I wasn't joking, he did what I told him to do. He put his hands on the back of his knees and pulled them close to his chest. Now I had full access to his balls and ass. I licked straight from his asshole all the way up to the tip of his cock like it was a melting Popsicle on a hot summer day. I could hear Jimmy whimper. I buried my face into his reddish blond pubic hairs, inhaling his raw sexual scent before I moved back towards his anus. I looked at Jimmy, sticking out my tongue. I demonstrated to him exactly what I intended to do by flicking my tongue slowly and he rolled his eyes back in building anticipation.

I licked my finger again and inserted it very slowly into his anus. Just the tip of it, then I pulled it out and replaced it with the tip of my tongue. I went back and forth like this for a while, until his asshole was stretched enough to let me put my tongue all the way in. That is when I began to seriously fuck him in the ass. I pushed in and out with my tongue as far as it could go, as quickly as I could while Jimmy helped by rocking his hips. He was moaning louder and louder until he began to yell out "Oh my fucking Go-o-o-o-o-o-o-d!" It was obvious he was going to come at any point so I pulled out my tongue, replaced it with my finger and moved upwards to inhale his cock deep into my throat. I tightened my lips around his cock to massage it as I sucked him off, making sure my finger that was buried into his anus was matching the intensity and pattern of the blowjob.

Jimmy was so turned on that he was almost crying, he was saying that it felt so good, in fact too good that he didn't think he would be able to come.

"Yes, you can," I reassured him before I sucked his cock back into my mouth again.

I could feel his cock beginning to ripple and there it was, the burning salty taste of his cum spurting into my mouth, the muscles of his anus reverberating against my invasive finger. When he was done, I pulled out my finger gently and gave a little lick to the head of his dick before I pulled myself up to lie down beside him.

"No one had ever done that to me before," he gasped, trying to catch his breath.

I laughed and got up to get dressed. He didn't ask me to stay nor did I want him to. I bent over to grab my panties and jeans, as I did so, he rather naughtily darted his tongue into my cunt for I was bending over in front of him as he sat on the edge of the bed. "Do that again," I said and he did. He kept going while I rubbed my clit until I came. I was so turned on from fucking him in the ass with my tongue that I was already on the verge of coming.

He lit up a cigarette after I finished getting dressed and offered me a drag. I sat down next to him on the edge of his bed and shared the smoke. We didn't say anything at all.

He put out the smoke and I walked out the door.

The following Monday, he was at work before I was. I walked past his desk to get to mine. I didn't look at him and he didn't look at me.

It was as if nothing had happened. And it stayed that way.

Until Christmas eve, that is.
Watching Amy
Posted:Jun 14, 2018 10:33 am
Last Updated:Jun 16, 2018 6:15 am
Here is a short story I think you will like.

It is a cool, early autumn evening and Debbie is at home relaxing on the couch. Flicking through television channels she sighs, "Why is there never anything to watch?"

"What's that?" calls Amy. Amy is Debbie's temporary flat mate, having moved in when she broke up with her boyfriend. Amy walks into the room wearing a short dress, barely covering her knickers, and tying up her hair.

Debbie's eyes widen, "There's... just never anything on," she says, without taking her eyes off of Amy, "at least nothing I want to watch." A voice in her head reminds her of what she would like to watch, and it involves Amy.

"You look great Amy, going out again?"

"Yep, I think tonight is the night I find myself a rebound." Debbie crosses her legs as she feels her groin throb, dreaming of the image of Amy getting fucked hard which flashes across her mind. Amy walks out of the room to continue getting ready, leaving behind a gentle and sweet aroma of perfume. Debbie gasps and closes her eyes before breathing in as much as she can, imagining brushing her face close to her flat mate's perfumed chest.

Debbie gets up to fetch a piece of chocolate from the kitchen. Perhaps this will make an evening of channel hopping and nothingness wane away a little faster. Coming out of the kitchen she sees Amy's door ajar and a strip of light dancing across a figure moving inside. Creeping up to the door on tip-toe she can hear Amy rustling her dress inside. Putting her eye silently to the gap she watches Amy drop a new, even shorter dress over her slim figure. Debbie's eyes linger on her pert little behind as the dress just about slips over it, covering all but the very tops of her long, tender thighs; or at least Debbie dreams them to be tender, having never touched or even brushed against them it was hard to tell.

Amy turns. She is sure she saw movement behind the crack. "It must just be Debbie walking past to go to the bathroom," she thinks to herself. Debbie has gone to the bathroom but is now sitting on the edge of the bath with her trousers and panties round her ankles, legs shaking. She isn't touching herself but damn well wants to, she just needs to cool off her throbbing pussy and for some reason thinks baring it to the cool air will help. If only this wasn't turning her on even more. "I can wait until Amy goes out and make all the mischief I want."

Coming out of her bedroom Amy almost walks straight into Debbie walking back from the bathroom. Debbie stops abruptly and feels the hem of Amy's tiny dress brush her hand, the smell of Amy's perfume and a sudden feeling of intimacy makes her linger, close to Amy, almost feeling her breath. Debbie shudders and wishes she was back in the bathroom, cooling off. Without moving away, Amy turns to Debbie. "Right, I'm going out now and I may not be back till tomorrow, or if I am, I may not be alone. I apologize in advance if I wake you." Amy beams a grin at Debbie, hugs her tightly, turns and walks out the door to meet her friends and possibly a rebound man. Debbie stands motionless, a small bead of come sliding down her leg. Her panties lay scrunched in the washing basket in the bathroom.

Debbie lies back on the couch and slides her hand into her trousers. Touching her pussy she feels her heat and wetness. Breathing deeply she pulls her hand out and picks up the television remote, "I have all evening to play with myself, no need to rush," she thinks.

Amy is in a cab with her friends. They are squeezed into the back, legs pressing against each other, giggling and looking forward to the night ahead. They are heading to a new bar in town which is offering cheap drinks and for Amy, the possibility for a hard man with an even harder cock.

Arriving at the bar the girls jump out of the cab, throwing small bills and cheeky kisses to the driver. Entering the bar, two girls head straight to get drinks and the other two run to get a table. "He looks great!" Brenna shouts to Amy over the loud music, pointing to a muscular man standing chatting to a young attractive girl by the bar. All the girls know why Amy is out tonight and all want to help her achieve her aims. "It's too early," grins Amy, "no need to rush."

As the bar gets busier, the amount of attractive men increases and Amy finds herself alone at the girls table, her friends off being chatted up having forgotten about her. Taking a long drag of her drink and a quick look around, she notices a broad, handsome, intense looking man gazing at her from across the room and smiling, he starts to walks over.

Debbie sits up on the couch, switching off the television. Having tried to pretend to herself that she could control her urges, she has realized that she can't any longer. With naughty thoughts streaming through her head she stands up and walks, gingerly, into Amy's room.

"It smells so good in here," Debbie thinks to herself as she sits on the edge of Amy's bed. Looking around, she spots a pair of Amy's panties on a chair and remembers seeing the pattern on them covering Amy's bottom before she went out, "Did Amy change her underwear as well?" Picking them up Debbie feels the thin cotton and instantly the image of herself pulling them down over Amy's legs flits across her mind. The thought of what she might be uncovering by doing this forces her to sit down on the bed again. As she lies back on the bed, Debbie sniffs in Amy's natural smell off of her bed sheets. "How I would love to spend a night in this bed," she thinks as she closes her eyes and slips and hand into her trousers.

Having finished with small talk a while ago, Amy and her handsome man are sat at her table, flirting heavily. Swirling her straw around her lips Amy asks, "So what should I expect if I were to open up your trousers tonight Jimmy?" Her man smiles and looks down at his crotch, as Amy giggles he reaches slowly for her hand, takes it, and moves it to his thigh. Guiding her hand up his leg she squeezes and feels the tip of his erect cock lining his thigh. She gasps. He's big. Taking control herself, she moves her hand further up and gives another squeeze. A long, thick cock awaits her. Downing her drink, she grabs his hand and pulls him to the exit and into a cab.

Debbie lays on her front on Amy's bed, two fingers in her wet pussy, breathing Amy's natural smell off of her pillow. Bucking backwards and forwards, rubbing her clit against her palm, her legs tense and shaking she brings herself closer and closer to a screaming orgasm. Debbie has her trousers round her ankles and her bare ass writhing and clenched in the air. Being so involved in herself she doesn't hear the car pull up outside the house, nor does she hear Amy's voice telling her man what she wants him to do to her. Only when Amy fits her key to the lock on the front door does Debbie react. "FUCK!"

Debbie jumps up, forgetting her trousers are round her ankles and falls back onto the bed, bouncing sideways and onto the floor. She pulls them up and rushes to the bedroom door, heart pounding and breathing heavily, scared. "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" Amy is leading her man into the house and there is no way for Debbie to leave the bedroom without being seen. Frantically searching the room for a place to hide she notices she has left a small damp patch on the bed, not that there is anything she can do about it. Spotting the open door of the large built in wardrobe Debbie rushes over to it and has just finished closing the door behind her as Amy is carried into the room by her, now shirtless, athlete of a man. Lips and tongues entwined the pair fall onto the bed. Amy notices a cold, wet feeling on her back in the middle of the bed but is too desperate to rip the trousers off her guy to care.

Silently gasping in the wardrobe, Debbie shakes as she sits on the floor, clutching her knees. She can hear Amy groaning but has no idea what is going on. Every now and again she hears a man's moan and after a long couple of minutes she can't take not knowing any longer. She presses her eye to the edge of the wardrobe door but with the door being made of thick wood, she can't see anything but the other side of the room. The man's moaning gets louder and Debbie becomes more desperate to view what is happening. Nudging the door open gently, she sees the side of the man's bare bottom and legs as he stands. Pushing the door further she sees the side of Amy's face, her eyes closed, with the man's long thick cock moving in and out of her mouth.

Debbie's eyes widen even further and her lust for Amy grows. Sliding this man's cock in and out of her mouth she looks so sexy, and from his expression, she looks experienced. Thoughts of Amy giving blow jobs to multiple men begin turning Debbie on again, having almost forgotten what she was doing earlier to get herself in this situation. Looking around, Debbie finds one of Amy's shoes and wedges the wardrobe door open where it is so she doesn't need to hold it; she needs both hands for what she's planning.

Amy pulls this big, hard cock out of her mouth and looks up. Smiling down at her is her new catch and she buries his cock in her mouth once again. Suddenly, he grabs the back of her head and pulls her onto his cock. She wasn't expecting this but she loves it. She swallows hard on his cock and eventually he releases her. She squeezes his cock hard in her hand and stands up, turning around; she rubs his wet cock on her bare bottom, only her thong baring his way to her inviting openings. Debbie's fingers are as wet as his cock, thrusting deep into her pussy she watches him bend her forward onto the bed and spank her ass. Amy squeals and wriggles under his heavy hand but Debbie can see a wild streak in her and a smirk across her face.

Bucking her ass up into the air, Amy turns her head and orders the man to take her thong off of her. He does as he is told but goes further, burying his face between her cheeks, licking her wet pussy and rubbing a thumb over her tight little asshole making her gasp with excitement.

Debbie almost gasps herself, admiring Amy who, until now, she thought had been a reasonably innocent girl. Debbie has two fingers in her pussy now, rubbing her palm on her clit again but now gently teasing her own asshole with her other hand, copying what she can see this man doing to her flat mate. The man continues to lick Amy's pussy, every now and again flicking to her asshole to get a taste of its hot innocence. It has never been fucked before but tonight it will be.

Amy catches a glimpse of movement and glances towards her wardrobe, "Fuck! His finger is in my ass!" she thinks frantically. All thought of movement is gone. Amy has gently toyed with her ass before but not felt anything like this; she relaxes as his finger slides deep into her ass, wet from her pussy. Amy moans. "That feels great Jim, fuck me with that finger!" she orders. He does as he is told and starts to thrust his finger in and out of her ass, teasing her pussy with his thumb. He adds another finger and Amy relaxes to accommodate it. This is a new feeling but fucking hell it feels good. In the wardrobe, Debbie has two fingers in her pussy and two in her ass. She has played with her ass a lot and knows she loves it.

Jimmy stands up and Debbie sees his incredible cock standing erect. He spanks Amy's tight little ass again and grabs his cock, two fingers still in Amy's ass. She turns her head, trying to figure out what he's going to do next but she doesn't care, as long as that cock is involved. Debbie is fighting her own urges to burst into the room and onto that cock but she knows she won't, she is having far too much fun watching her flat mate. Pointing his cock down and positioning himself behind Amy, the man teases the opening of Amy's pussy with the tip of his cock. He can feel how hot and wet she is and simply can't help himself any longer. He thrusts his cock deep inside her and grinds his fingers into her ass again at the same time. Amy's eyes widen again, she opens her mouth and breathes in deeply. Feeling him deep in both of her holes is exactly what she needs.

Debbie's thighs are shaking. Kneeling in the wardrobe fucking her pussy and ass with her fingers is taking her close to the edge, and seeing what she can see is pushing her even closer. Not only is her body shaking, but she is breathing in starts and gasps. She is sure the couple can hear her but then again, Amy is moaning so loudly now, there's no way.

"That is a big cock Jimmy!" thinks Amy. It's completely filling her up and she fucking loves it. Backing up and grinding on it she feels it thrust in and out of her. Continuing to fuck her she bites down on her bed sheets, tasting the damp patch she noticed earlier. It tastes good, almost familiar. She has little time to think what it could be however as she feels his fingers leaving her asshole. "Oh no, put them back in!" she moans. "I've got something better," he says as he pulls his hard cock out of her pussy. His cock dripping with her wetness he touches the tip to her tight little asshole. Amy gasps, she knows what's coming and she wants it.

Amy reaches behind her and spreads her buttocks. Debbie, with her eye pressed against the wardrobe opening, watches that long, thick cock slowly disappearing into Amy's little ass. Hearing deep groans from Amy lets Debbie know she is enjoying it and Debbie bends forwards in the wardrobe and pushes a third finger into her own ass, wanting to feel what Amy is feeling.

"FUCK YES!" screams Amy. The man is pumping her asshole hard; thrusting his hard cock in and out of her Amy comes and comes and comes. A loud, deep grunt from the man and a heavy final thrust makes Amy gasp as he fills her ass with his hot come.

Just after Amy screamed, Debbie's pussy began to twitch and spasm. Her fingers working frantically stroking her swollen clit. Then within seconds came the first gush of hot cum across Debbie's fingers. Debbie collapses on the floor of the wardrobe, arms shaking, buttocks clenched, pussy hot and tensing as she comes again and again and again. Slowly she pulls her fingers from her pussy as Jimmy pulls his spent cock out of Amy's ass. "Oh my.......GOD......." was all Debbie could think for several more moments.

Amy collapses on the bed, legs spread wide and come dripping from her asshole, not a care in the world. Debbie watches him dress as Amy lays there, she watches him looking at her and smiling, seeing his come on her ass. The man grabs Amy's eyeliner pencil from her table and writes his phone number on her leg, spanks her ass, and leaves.

Watching from the wardrobe, Debbie decides Amy has passed out and makes a move to leave. Pulling her trousers up over her swollen pussy, she gently pushes the door open and creeps past Amy. She can't help herself but take a long look at Amy's fucked asshole; that is until Amy rolls over.

Amy spots another glimpse of movement outside her bedroom door. "Was Debbie watching me again? I do hope so." Amy thinks as she takes a long deep sigh. "I have GOT to get her to join us next time."
Misery Loves Company.
Posted:Jun 3, 2018 11:04 pm
Last Updated:Jun 4, 2018 1:40 am
Rats.... I'm down to 18 points and can't view the member broadcasts any more.
I can't watch my favorites..Sniff Sniff.... Jimmy B.
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