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…End of the part1. To be continued..

Biker Weekend

Administrator — Mon, 08 Sep 2008 08:42:04 +0000

Several years ago, before I had my drinking “problem,” I had the
perfect life. I was educated, employed, financially secure – and best of
all – married to a wonderful woman. We had a pretty little house in the
suburbs, and we both taught at a very prestigious private school. Amanda
taught elementary school Reading, and I taught Math in the junior high
grades.
Amanda and I met in college and married soon after we graduated and we
were both virgins on our wedding night. She was smart and pretty and
demurely affectionate. If there was anything less than perfect about her,
it was the fact that she kept a very tight rein on her emotions. Serious,
insecure, and uptight, Amanda even dressed very conservatively, and it was
only for those too-brief moments when her hair was out of the bun and she
was naked, that I could appreciate the true beauty that she was. Her
insecurities even affected her professional life because other teachers
were promoted around her as she remained docile and submissive to the
administration.
One weekend, I found out that Amanda’s bottled-up emotions took a toll
on her, and when the dam finally broke, it had shocking results.

Teaching junior high, I was familiar with teens going through their
rebellious stage. It was a fact of life for me, and I did everything I
could to make the teenager’s angst as painless as possible, while still
teaching my subject. Also, teaching at a good, and very expensive, private
school, meant cooperating with the parents as much as possible. One
troubled teen was a beautiful girl named Elizabeth.
Elizabeth was 15 and in the midst of a powerful revolt against her
very wealthy parents. Big contributors to the school, her parents asked
for and received cooperation from everyone on the staff. Looking back on
that Spring, I realized that I made a mistake by getting too involved with
Elizabeth and her family.
Part of the phase Elizabeth was going through was in selecting “wild”
boyfriends. Her latest was a biker, years older than her, and someone we
all assumed (correctly) was heavily into drugs and a lot of other unsavory
things.
Just before final exams in the Spring, Elizabeth ran away from home.
For whatever reason, she showed up at our door several days later, hungry
and broke, and spent several nights with Amanda and me. We helped her get
through exams and finally talked her into returning home.
About a week after Elizabeth left, I got a call from her boyfriend.
He made it clear that if he ever heard of me touching her again that he
would kill me. He further threatened to get even somehow for what I had
done with his “old lady.” In a near panic, I tried to assure him that
nothing had happened between Elizabeth and me and that my wife had been
with us the entire time. I don’t think he listened to me at all.
Several weeks passed. School let out for the Summer and Amanda and I
prepared for our vacation. We planned a long weekend away over the Fourth
of July and couldn’t wait to leave as soon as Amanda’s summer school class
dismissed at noon on Friday. I had the car packed and ready to go when she
…End of the part1. To be continued..

dickie

Administrator — Wed, 20 Aug 2008 08:27:03 +0000

Archive-author:

Archive-title: Continuing Adventures of Dickie Dunkin

EPISODE #1 ” THE DAIRY QUEEN”

Well, dear reader, welcome to the wonderful(and erotic) world of Dickie

Dunkin. How do I know it’s so wonderful? That’s easy I’m Dickie Dunkin.(That’s

not my real name but then again neither are any of the other names your about to

read.) The stories your about to read are so of my favorite experiences. Or at

least it’s the way I remember them…

I had been working in a Real Estate office in a small town in New Jersey

and as was the usual custom on slow days I was playing Gin with Joe the salesman

whose desk was immediately behind mine. As we played I failed to notice the two

women who had entered the office behind me. We put the game on hold and Joe

stood up to greet the women, who by this time, were already walking toward us.

As I turned to face my own desk I glanced at them. There was a tall brunette,

whom Joe seemed to know, and a short blonde. My eyes immediately locked onto the

blonde. She was slim with a pair of green eyes the likes of which I had never

seen in my life. She was wearing a white uniform and my first impression was

that she was a nurse. I was wrong. Her hair was long and flowed down over her

shoulders where the seemingly endless cascade of golden hair stopped to rest on

her more than ample bust, about a size 38D. She had a narrow waist and a nicely

rounded pair of hips. There was a slight curve to her belly and a most visible

and pronounced pubic mound. Her legs were shapely although very muscular. Joe

introduced them to me. The brunette was Ann and the blonde was Rose. I

acknowledged and returned to my desk to busy myself with some trivial things so

it wouldn’t appear that I was eavesdropping. It seemed that Rose was trying to

sell her Soft Ice Cream business and Ann had brought her in to meet Joe with the

hopes that he could help. After filling out the necessary paperwork Joe asked me

to give the girls my opinion of what I thought the potential was. Of course

after having overheard everything I was able to backup everything that Joe had

told them, and even told them that I might have a client who could possibly be

interested. Of course nothing was further from the truth. Rose seemed to be

extremely greatful to hear such encouraging words and I told her I would be in

touch in a day or so. As they left I couldn’t help but check out Rose’s ass as

she walked toward the door. Nice ass.

That night when I got back to my apartment I couldn’t keep Rose’s vision

out of my head and soon found myself with a first class hard-on from thinking

about what I would do with her if I had her alone. I decided that I would call

the next day to get to know her better.

When I dialed the phone I felt my heart pound with anticipation as the

phone rang the first time.

“Hi Soft and Creamy number 21, this is Rose speaking.” came the softly

spoken words “…may I help you?”.

Trying not to get tongue tied I replied ” Hi Rose, this is Dickie from the

Real Estate Office. If it wouldn’t be too inconvenient I’d like to drop by and

take a look at the store and the operation so I can discuss it with my client.”

Actually there was a lot more that I wanted to take a look at but that would

come soon enough.

“Hi Dickie!” There semed to be a hint of excitement in her voice. “You

couldn’t have picked a better time. The store doesn,t open for another hour

and a half today and it will give me a chance to give you the Cook’s Tour. When

can I expect you?”, she said.

“Give me about fifteen minutes.” I replied, knowing full well that I could

be there in half that time…and intended to be.

“OK. I’ll be waiting to let you in.”

We hung up and I went into the bathroom to check myself out. Quite

satisfied that what I saw in the mirror was as good as it was going to get I

walked out to my car and headed for her store. When I got there and approached

the door I saw her standing inside back by one of the machines. She looked even

more fuckable today than she did yesterday. I tried the door and realized it was

locked so I rapped on the glass with my ring. She heard and came to the door to

let me in. As she approached the door I could see a big smile on her face and

decided that this could be good.

“Come in.” she said as she held the door for me to walk past her.

…End of the part1. To be continued..

bikedude

Administrator — Fri, 15 Aug 2008 08:54:03 +0000

Archive-author: Longshot

Archive-title: Bikedude

It was the summer of 1989 and I was working down at the beach in a

bicycle repair shop. On the other side of the shop was a small office with a

table that was used as a rental shop. Around 5pm, two great looking girls

came in a wanted to rent bikes for the week. I immediately offered to help

and motioned them towards the office. Tammy was 5′6″, looked to be about

125lbs, blond hair, blue eyes and a killer tan. Renee was 5′1″, about 105lbs,

red hair, green eyes and yes, a great tan also. I asked them what kind of

riding they were intending on, and they said since the traffic was so bad,

they just wanted something they could get to the mall and grocery with. I

fixed them up with some touring bikes that had racks to put their purchases

in. They signed the release tickets and I watched as the two firm bodies

rode away.

I figured that was the last I would see of the two beauties until it

was time to bring the bikes back. Fortunately, I was wrong. Just as we

were closing up at 9pm, the phone rang. It was Tammy. She and Renee had

been riding around and must have encountered some glass as they both had

flat tires on the bikes. I got the address of where they were staying,

loaded up the necessary gear and took off. When I got to the apartment, I

could see the bikes sitting on the rims. When I knocked on the door and

didn’t get an answer, I started to work on the flat tires, figuring the

girls were down on the beach. As I continued working, someone snuck up

behind me and put their hands over my eyes. I was then told to stand up

slowly and not to say a word. I was led forward and soon told to sit down.

As I sat down, the hands were removed and I saw that I was in a bedroom.

Tammy was laying beside me in her bathing suit and Renee was the culprit

who had captured me. The girls said they were turned on when they saw me

riding around and had come in to the bike shop only to see me. But Tammy

had figured that if they had a problem with the bikes that I would come out

to see them. They had let the air out of the tires and called hoping to get

me. I told them I was turned on when they first came in and that I jumped

the chance to go on their service call. Renee looked at Tammy and said

“Well, I got him over here, so you do what you want with him first.” and

walked out of the room.

Tammy leaned up and pushed me down onto the bed. I could feel my cock get-

ting harder and harder beneath my cycling shorts. She reached down and

pulled her bikini bottoms off and I saw the lightest blond tufts of hair

around the pink lips of her pussy that I have every laid eyes on. She took

off her top and revealed a perfect pair of 36d’s. Now my cock felt like it

was going to explode. I helped her with my shorts and she began flicking

my nipples with her fingernails. After a few moments of this, my little

nubs were as hard as my cock. As she kept up her actions, I began working

on her nips. She began to moan very softly and spread her legs a little.

She asked if I would tie her breasts up and fuck her. I told her that I

had not tried bondage but for her I would try. She reached under the bed

and pulled out some rope and shoestrings. I had her sit up and took a

long length of rope and tied her arms behind her back. I took a second

length of rope, tied one end to the rope holding her arms and then started

making figure eights around her chest, going each time between her breasts.

I asked her what the shoestrings were for and she said to tie them tightly

around her nipples, making sure to leave plenty of string to get a grip on

after her nipples began to swell. After doing this, I lowered her back onto

the bed and tied her ankles to the bed posts. Seeing her this helpless on the

bed was driving me wild, so I reached over and gently tugged at the strings

on her nipples. She began to moan and I could wait no longer. I pulled

my shorts down and positioned myself 69 style over her. She latched on to

my cock and began sucking and licking. I began licking her pussy and tugging

at her strings, which made her moan ever more. I didn’t want to cum yet, so

I moved down to her pussy and began to suck her clit, all the while pulling

strings.

With her pussy dripping wet, I stopped and she told me that there was a

double headed dildo in the drawer next to the bed. Getting into the grove,

I told her she had to be a real good girl before I would let her cum. Just

then, Renee walked back into the room and joined us on the bed. She said

Tammy had been bad all day long and needed to be punished. I was glad to

oblige. Renee straddled Tammy’s chest and untied the strings from her

nipples. She took her finger and ran it between the lips of Tammy’s pussy

and began rubbing her own lips and clit. As this went on, she would use

the palm of her other hand to gently graze the swollen nipples before her.

Tammy started to buck and grind under Renee, and she knew it would not take

much more for her to cum. Renee got off of her chest and picked up the dildo.

She gave us a slutty look and started to go down on the monster rubber cock

with her mouth. She turned it around and did the other side, slid it down

her chest between her breasts, and put one end into her pussy. As she pumped

it in and out of her hot box, she pushed the other end into her ass. As her

knees got wobbly, she dropped to the floor in front of me and started to suck

my dick. I reached down and twisted her nipples as she sucked me as she kept

a steady rythym in her pussy and ass with the dildo. Tammy could do nothing

but lie on the bed and watch. Renee pulled the dildo out with a pop and

pulled me to the floor and into her pussy. It didn’t take long until she came

and I was not far behind. As I started to cum, I pulled out of Renee and

quickly put my cock in Tammy’s mouth. She was wild with lust after watching

us screw right in front of her and sucked me off real fast. For this, I slid

dildo into her cunt and asshole. I twisted her nipples and she came shaking

and grinding the dildo into my other hand.

I quickly untied Tammy, and massaged her arms and neck, which led to my dick

starting to springing back to life. She took it in her hands and began to

jack me up and down. We laid down on the bed facing each other as I started

to rub her clit and Renee joined us directly behind Tammy. Tammy slid my now

hard cock into her sweet pussy and Renee slid the end of the dildo into

Tammy’s ass and into her pussy. The feeling of that rubber cock head rubbing

against my head through the thin skin between her pussy and her asshole was

fantastic. I knew I wouldn’t last long. I reached around and fingered Renee

in the ass and just as I did she came. Tammy came again, almost as hard as

before and her clutching pussy muscles were taking me to the edge. Tammy slid

a finger into my asshole and that was all I could take. I pumped her pussy

full as Renee kneaded my balls to get every drop of cum out. I pulled out of

Tammy and when I had slumped off the bed into a chair, Renee pulled the dildo

out of her pussy and reached into the drawer and pulled out another two headed

dildo. Tammy rolled over and got on her hands and knees as Renee slid on end

of one dildo into Tammy’s ass and the end of the other dildo into Tammy’s

pussy. Renee got on her hands and knees and put the ends into her holes and

started to move back and forth. I was getting hard again watching these two

go at it, but man did my balls hurt.

The girls were going at it as hard as they could, shoulders to the bed, one

hand on the clit and one hand going from nipple to nipple. I was now stroking

at a pretty fast pace and could feel my balls burning. As they came, I stood

up and shot two short squirts on their backsides and that was all I could get.

I ended up spending the night with them and visited them a couple more times

before they left, but that I’ll save for a later story.

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It wasn’t a typical New York scene. The loud, congested bustle of
Times Square was much the same as usual. However, as I walked north on
Broadway I stopped dead in my tracks. On the corner was a large group
of foreign sailors. They were awfully darned cute in their navy blue
uniforms and white hats. I took advantage of the red light although I
usually cross against it anyway, if my life isn’t in immediate peril to look
them over. They each had a band around the brim of their hats that read
“Jeanne D’Arc.” Joan of Arc. Obviously their ship was in. Noticing one
particularly handsome sailor in his early twenties who flashed me a shy
smile, I wondered if my ship had come in, too.
They were crowded together studying a map. I asked them in my
very basic French if they needed directions. They all suddenly brightened
at hearing a stranger speak their native tongue and ignored the map and
crowded around me. I don’t know about you, but, having a dozen very
humpy twenty-year-old French sailors some on them with baskets the
size of the proverbial loaf of French bread squeezing closer to me from
every side suddenly made me a very friendly New Yorker.
The one I had already made a mental note of was the closest. He
had close cropped brown hair, handsome regular features, a dark tan and
a pair of green eyes that made my heart melt. He also had arms that
strained the fabric of his tunic to the bursting point, and a French loaf
dressed down the front of his thigh that looked like it could feed a family
of six with leftovers.
I asked them where they wanted to go. Twenty-four shoulders and
a dozen lower lips raised themselves into elaborate shrugs. They were
easy. They just wanted to have some fun. They had come to the right
place. New York is fun. And I’m easy.
My favorite emerald eyes introduced himself as Philippe (it
sounded like “Fleep”). He told me that he heard that Greenwich Village
was fun. I told him that it could be. The gang had a vociferous,
gesticulating vote. Half decided they wanted to go to the Village. The
other half, the less cute half, I might add, sour grapes or not wanted to go
into one of the porn theaters.
There was one small problem. I was on my way to meet my friend,
Linda. She was just about to finish work. We were supposed to see a
movie, but, how could I relinquish my new-found calling as unofficial New
York Ambassador to see some stupid film? Especially since Philippe was
leaning the entire weight of his loaf against my thigh?
I came up with an idea. (No mean feat considering the fact that the
blood normally apportioned for use in my brain had engorged a more
southerly region.) We were standing right beside a pay phone. I waved
good-bye to the half dozen deserters who straggled into a dingy theater
to see a movie that featured the word “muffs” prominently in its title.
Miracle of miracles, it was a pay phone in working order. I reached
my hand into my pocket coming into brief contact with the blood that
had momentarily abandoned my brain and dug out a quarter. I dialed
Linda’s number.
“Linda Metzler,” she cooed in her That Girl voice.
“The Count of Monte Crisco,” I joked. Linda enjoyed an occasional
snappy comeback.
“David, you’re not calling to cancel on me, are you?” she
admonished. I could picture her pulling off her earring and readying
herself for battle.
“Now, Linda, keep an open mind…”
“David, the movie finishes tonight. It closes. It will cease to play in
a theater near you.”
“It’ll be out on video before you know it,” I offered weakly.
“I don’t wanna see it on video!” she snapped. “I want the big
screen. I want the Dolby sound. I want that bad, grease-soaked movie
popcorn!” Linda is a gal who wants it all.
“I’ll make it up to you,” I replied, forcing myself not to whine.
“You haven’t the equipment!” she snickered. (I knew it was just a
matter of time before she let out a zinger.)
“But, something’s come up!” I explained. “Something irresistible.”
“Knowing you, the only thing that’s come up is your little piece of
turkey gristle!” she fumed. Calling Linda a ball breaker would be like
calling Acme Wrecking a housecleaning service.
“But, I want to include you in my change of plans,” I fudged.
“And what might that be?” she asked with more than a hint of
disbelief.
“I don’t suppose you’d consider giving up the chance of sitting in a
darkened theater with someone who really didn’t want to be there for the
once-in-a-lifetime opportunity of spending an evening in the Village,
wining and dining a half-dozen incredibly sexy young French sailors? On
me.” I crossed my fingers for luck. There was silence at the other end of
the line.
“Linda? Are you there?”
“Well, I’ll have to go home and change my clothes first.”
“Change? Why?”
“Because I want to wear something a little more casual. Something
that shows a little cleavage. I’m gonna give you a run for your money,
honey!”
“Fine. Wear whatever you like. Just meet us at The Riviera when
you’re ready. We’ll be there. Okay?”
“Okay, Davy. But, remember, just because I’m being so goddamn
nice about this change of plans does not mean you don’t owe me.”
“Don’t worry. The thought never crossed my mind.”
I hung up and turned around to see my entourage waiting
expectantly. They looked so adorable, with the red pompoms on top of
their white hats and the ‘V’ of horizontal stripes across their chests, that I
hated to share them with Linda. She would be what you’d call a straight
female version of a chicken hawk. Well, I’d take my chances. But, if I
caught her so much as smiling at Philippe, I’d pluck her.
We started our march south. Heaven was smiling on me. Philippe
spoke English the best of the bunch. Coincidentally, I suddenly forgot
what little French I knew. He had to stick close. To translate.
The sailors found me riveting. You can’t really blame them.
Besides being New York’s only Goodwill Ambassador, I’m not that hard to
look at. I’m thirty. (Okay, thirty-two.) Tall and naturally slim. (Okay, so I
starve myself to fit into last year’s jeans.) And a natural blond. (Okay, so
I’m naturally a shade darker. That doesn’t mean I’m not a blond.) Suffice
to say that I’ve never been referred to as a troll, although I’ll admit to
having been called willowy once or twice, which I’m not. I belong to a
gym. (Okay, so it went bankrupt four years ago if it ever reopens, I’m sure
they’ll honor my membership.)
Our march was not without a few forced halts. One was at Macy’s.
The platoon wanted to buy some jeans. It was exhilarating. The
salesperson an older guy in a rather good rug and I couldn’t have been
more helpful. We commandeered the changing rooms and watched,
breathless, as one after the other squeezed themselves in and out of
countless pairs of jeans.
Philippe was shy. I nobly volunteered to curtain myself into a
cubicle with him. His shyness was soon explained. He hadn’t worn any
underwear. His tunic had to come off in one piece, leaving him wearing
nothing but his socks and a bit of foreskin. His cock hung heavily
between his legs. It was as big soft as a respectable one would be hard. I
had purposely selected a couple of pairs of jeans that I thought would be
a little on the small side. (They only knew their European sizes.) Crammed
into the tiny enclosure I could see his round white ass squirm and wriggle
in the mirror behind him as he pulled the jeans over his muscular thighs.
He was about to give up, but I told him that it was the fashion again to
wear them tight. (So I lied sue me!)
He managed to get them pulled up over his ass, but cramming his
cock and very sizable balls inside was a tricky maneuver. He had to
squeeze his balls down one leg and his cock down the other. I told him
the fabric would stretch and indicated that he should lift his arms over his
head and hold his breath. He obeyed. I knelt in front of him and tackled
the fly. They were button fronts. (Pure coincidence!) As I struggled with
the metal buttons and the stiff denim, I naturally huffed and puffed a
little as I strained to do them up. At that point, I’m sure my breath felt as
hot as a blow dryer set on full-power.
One of my fingers strayed teasingly down the leg that held his
cock. It wasn’t only the denim that was stiff! Throwing caution to the
wind, I grabbed the waistband at the back and yanked down for all I was
worth.
What a reward! His cock was semihard. The dark pink head was
peeking out from his receded foreskin. I wrapped one hand around the
thick base and in an instant it leapt to attention. I peered up and saw that
Philippe had leaned back against the mirror and closed his eyes. That was
invitation enough.
I scooped the skin backwards and slid the glistening pink head
into my mouth. He tasted like paradise. I knew that time was of the
essence, so I quickly jerked him as I sucked. With the other hand I played
with his smooth, heavy balls and sent a finger to scout the unknown
territory of his tightly puckered ass.
Just as my mission was about to be accomplished, we were cruelly
interrupted by voices outside the cubicle telling us they were ready to go.
We had no choice. We had to abandon ship.
I quickly helped Philippe out of the jeans and back into his tunic.
We had a bit of trouble lowering his periscope, but, somehow managed to
stuff it in. We exchanged a quick kiss and joined the others. They didn’t
notice how sheepish we looked, they were so busy comparing their
purchases. The salesman also looked flustered. His face was bright red
and his rug was askew. And when he asked us to be sure to come back
soon, I could tell he really meant it.
The boys and I meandered through Chelsea and into the Village.
Linda was already waiting for us at The Riviera. She had appropriated two
outdoor tables and was guarding them with her life.
She was really dolled up for the occasion. On a good day she
could look like a dark-haired Jodie Foster. On a bad day, she could look
like the Wicked Witch of the West. It was a good day. Her hair tumbled
fluffily onto her shoulders, her make-up was perfect and her tits
provocatively pert above a low-cut turquoise blouse looked good enough
to eat. (Although 1, personally, would have to be pretty damned
hungry…)
I took a glance around to see how my crew was reacting. They
were all drooling over Linda’s cleavage except Philippe. He narrowed his
beautiful green eyes, as if gauging whether or not she was competition. I
leaned over to him and murmured that we were just friends. The smile he
flashed me made me practically pass out.
We squeezed into the chairs and ordered drinks. Linda was on my
left and Philippe on my right.
“What kept you?” she asked. “I was beginning to think you’d
dumped me again.”
“They all wanted to stop and try on jeans at Macy’s.
It was a madhouse.”
“And I can guess who was the happiest lunatic. You look like
butter wouldn’t melt in your mouth.”
“You’re wrong there, Linda. It would melt in a second,” I chided.
From then on, Linda turned her attention to the tallest, beefiest of
the bunch, who was sitting on her other side. She had managed to
squeeze a couple of years, at a Swiss finishing school, out of her parents.
She could hold her own quite well in French. She thought she sounded
just like Brigitte Bardot, but, with Linda’s rasping voice it was more like
Maurice Chevalier.
Philippe and I got on together like a house on fire. Our thighs
never parted under the table, keeping us both in a constant state of semi-
erection. (I know I checked every now and then.)
Military service is compulsory in France, so he chose the navy to
see something of the world. He was from a town near Avignon, called St.
Remy. When his service was completed he told me he wanted to continue
his studies and become an architect.
Now, there was a coincidence! Not only did we both have raging
hard-ons, but we were both into architecture. I told him about the
building I was submitting a proposal on in Tribeca. I didn’t bother letting
him know that most of my living came from designing suburban
shopping plazas. He’d find that out for himself.
After cocktails at The Riviera, we ate at a pizzeria the boys’ choice
and then hit a jazz club. It was early, so we easily got seats. By that time,
Linda and The Beefcake were obviously getting hot under the collar. Her
hand was constantly massaging a suspicious looking lump on his thigh
and his hand was so far up her skirt it looked like it was lost forever.
A little before midnight, four of the sailors suddenly struggled to
their feet and announced that they had to be back aboard ship. I gasped
and looked toward Philippe and The Beef. They smiled and shook their
heads.
Being the ambassador, I took the four outside and put them into a
cab. The cabby who was kinda cute raised an eyebrow at me and asked if
there were any more where they came from. I told him that there was a
whole shipful, but they had to be on board in a half hour. I’ve never seen
a cab pull away from the curb so fast.
When I got back inside, Linda and her new pal were just getting
up to leave. Philippe explained that he had invented an aunt in
Manhattan, and on the strength of that had wangled a weekend pass for
him and his buddy.
I asked Philippe what he wanted to do. Thank god he said he
wanted to go back to my place. I couldn’t bear the thought of having to
drag him around bars and watching everyone drool.
I’ve got a loft in Soho. (Okay, so it’s in Noho.) It was a beautiful
night for walking. We took a cab. Just call me Mr. Impatient!
I was so excited that I felt like carrying him over the threshold. We
headed straight for the bedroom. (Bed area.) In about fifteen seconds, we
had both ripped off our clothes. After all the hours of what amounted to
foreplay, our cocks were both instantly at full mast.
We. fell onto the bed. He heaved himself on top of me and our
tongues thrashed together while the blood in our cocks beat in unison. I
grabbed two handfuls of his unbelievable ass and pulled him even closer.
He then pulled himself down between my legs and took my cock
in his mouth. He wasn’t an expert cock sucker, but I gave him an A for
enthusiasm.
Then it was my turn. I reached down and wrapped my hands
around his ridiculously slim hips. As my cock slapped wetly out of his
mouth and onto my stomach, I pulled him forward until he was on his
hands and knees above me. He fucked my face something fierce. I
managed to wrench a finger into his hole. Eureka! He started to buck. I
pulled myself away before he came. I had other things in mind. I coaxed
him onto his back and balanced his ankles on my shoulders. With one
hand I rubbed my cock back and forth along his balls and crack. With the
other I searched frantically in the handy compartment in my headboard
for lubricant and safes.
Philippe kept shaking his head “no.” But his body was arching and
saying “yes.” I put a dollop of lube in the tip of the condom and then
unrolled it down my cock. I squeezed more lube onto my hand and
introduced a finger into his hole. That was all it took. His “yes” became a
verbal one and I positioned the head of my cock and slowly shoved it in
to the hilt.
From then on, I could do no wrong. Philippe started pumping his
own cock as I pushed in and out. His ass felt incredible, my own snug
harbor. I grabbed the sides of his ass and really started to pump.
As Philippe started spurting over his chest, I plowed in deeper. I
came in waves as I leaned forward and our lips met again. I pulled out of
his ass and we lay together, our breath heaving.
Suffice to say, it was a hell of a weekend. Occasionally we dragged
ourselves out of bed long enough to have a meal with Linda and her Beef
or to run to the drugstore for more condoms. Philippe and I have kept in
touch. His military service is over soon. I’m trying to persuade him to
attend architecture school on this side of the ocean. I won that bid in
Tribeca and am in dire need of an assistant.

A Night To Remember

Administrator — Wed, 18 Jun 2008 08:44:03 +0000

It was well after two when Jenny and I finally reached her friend Alyssa’s
apartment. Our original plan had been to pass through Portland completely on
the way home to Seattle but we had gotten a late start and after six hours of
driving from the California border we were both beat. So Jenny had called
Alyssa up from the last rest stop and she had been more than happy to put us
up for the night. They didn’t see each other much since we had moved up north.
Me, I was just glad to postpone the last four hour’s drive until I got a
little shuteye.

Alyssa met us at the door dressed in a flannel bathrobe that was open just
enough to rouse me a little from my stupor. She hugged Jenny and they went in
chattering away, almost ignoring me as I just missed tripping on the front
step and falling on my face. I said I was tired.

“Oh, god, it’s so wonderful to see you again!” Alyssa told her. “And you, too,
Tom.” she added as an aside to me. When I lived here in Portland I had visited
here a lot with Jenny, and whenever neither of them were watching I often
scoped Alyssa out head to toe. At twenty seven years old and 130 pounds she’d
never win a beauty contest but that didn’t mean she wasn’t damned attractive.
Almost as much as Jenny. Her extra weight was distributed perfectly both above
and below the waist. She was the sort you could cuddle all night long and
never get tired of it. It always had been a mystery to me that she didn’t get
any dates but her priorities were different, I guess. I would have purely
loved to get her in the sack and often thought of it but I could never hurt
Jenny that way. Didn’t mean I couldn’t dream, though…

They chattered on for the longest time, oblivious to the late hour. I just sat
quietly on the couch and tried to keep my eyes open. Finally, Jenny yawned (it
looked forced to me) and said it was time to get some sleep. Fine by me. Even
Alyssa’s body was failing to keep me awake anymore. Tells you how tired I was.

Alyssa gave me a blanket and pillow and I sprawled out on the couch while they
went into her bedroom. Through the closed door I could still hear them gabbing
away. I hoped Jenny enjoyed trying to sleep in the passenger’s seat tomorrow.
I would not feel sorry for her one bit. As I finally dropped off I thought I
heard a lot of excited, suspicious giggling…

It seemed like seconds later that I was being shaken awake. It was Jenny
dressed in her pajama top. It was still dark outside so I mumbled something
about what the hell…?

“Sweetheart, I was just thinking and I felt guilty about making you sleep on
this uncomfortable couch.” she whispered. I was too tired to be uncomfortable
but was wondering what she was talking about. “Why don’t you come sleep with
us in Alyssa’s bed? It’s big enough.”

Now I was fully awake and none too happy. Spending the night next to that
luscious body and unable to do anything about it would not be great fun. But
Jenny finally talked me into. My resistance is very low when I’m pooped.

Jenny took me by the hand and led me into the darkened bedroom. I started to
crawl into bed and she said “You’re not going to sleep in your clothes, are
you?”

True enough, out in the front room I had just kicked off my shoes before
laying down. Gee, thanks, honey. It’s gonna be hard enough sleeping next to
Alyssa as it is. I wondered if Jenny was trying to get me back for something I
did or said during the day with this torture. I turned to where Alyssa was
laying and said, “Does this bother you at all?”

“Oh, no.” she replied “Jenny said you could be trusted.”

Jeez. something very funny was going on here but I decided it might be to my
advantage to play it through. So I stripped down to my shorts and climbed into
bed. Jenny got in after me and there I was with a woman on each side of me. I
guess things weren’t that bad after all. I put an arm around Jenny’s shoulders
and kissed her and told Alyssa goodnight.

Not that it was going to be that easy to sleep. The bed wasn’t *that* big and
both of the girls were pressed pretty tight against me. Jenny was cuddling me
on my left in the nightshirt and Alyssa’s warm body pressed against me on the
right and while I did’t dare find out for sure, I could have sworn she wasn’t
wearing anything. All I could feel was bare flesh pressing against mine. It
wasn’t going to be a very restful night after all, especially since I was
sporting a raging hard-on.

The night was getting less restful by the minute. Jenny wasn’t just cuddling,
but running her hands up and down my chest and legs, making me tingle. I was
fast losing interest in sleep at all. She kissed me back, this time with her
tongue. Her intentions were obvious, but I wasn’t so sure. “Sweetheart,” I
whispered, “I don’t know how to tell you this, but we *are* in your best
friend’s bed. It doesn’t seem fair to her.”

Jenny replied in a throaty voice, “Alyssa doesn’t mind.” she leaned up on her
elbow for a second and addressed her. “Do you?”

“Not at all.” Alyssa replied. “This bed doesn’t see much action as it is.

I wouldn’t mind watching somebody else for a change. That is, if it doesn’t
bother Tom…”

“Who, me?” I squeaked, unable to believe what I was hearing. “Oh, no, not at
all. I seem to be outnumbered anyway.”

“Then it’s settled.” Jenny said, laying back down and caressing my body again.
It occured to me that the whole thing sounded suspiciously well-rehearsed and
then I asked myself what the hell I was worrying about.

I kissed her again, tracing delicate lines down her cheek to her ear and then
down to the base of her throat with my open mouth. I could feel her shiver at
the sensation as I undid her pajama top with practiced ease. I felt a little
self-conscious. I had never made love in front of an audience before, not one
in the same bed. I could feel the heat of Alyssa’s body pressed against my
back and it seemed to increase my excitement tenfold.

Jenny’s hands ran down my sides and reached into my shorts, caressing my cock
as I undid the last button on her top. I opened it to reveal the treasures
that lay within. It was getting kind of warm so I took the blanket off of
Jenny and myself. It was dark, but still light enough to see fairly well.
Might as well give her a good show. In case you couldn’t guess, I was really
getting into this. Alyssa gathered the sheets around herself almost
selfconsciously as I moved on my hands and knees to hover over Jenny.

I continued roving over Jenny’s nude form with mouth and hands as she shifted
and moaned with pleasure. I took one delicate nipple in my mouth and sucked it
gently, letting it harden under my tender ministrations. Out of one corner of
my eyes I could see Alyssa watching wide-eyed, still wrapped in the bedclothes.

Jenny grabbed the waistband of my shorts and pulled them down, and I kicked
them off onto the floor. I glanced again at Alyssa and could see her staring
at my cock, jutting stiff and hard from between my legs. This was getting
better by the second.

I moved my attentions from Jenny’s breast down lower. I slowly, lovingly made
my way to the curly tuft of her pubic hair. Without warning I plunged down
between her legs and began running my tongue along the cleft of her pussy,
first on the outside and then slowly, tantalizingly working my way inside.
Jenny began to gasp and moan as her hips started pumping. Alyssa suddenly
said, “God, this is so great!” in a high, excited voice.

I was inclined to agree, but couldn’t say anything as my mouth was already
busy.

Jenny must have been as excited as me, because it took her much less time than
usual to build up a full head of steam and before I knew it her gasps grew in
intensity and she suddenly stopped as every muscle in her body locked in an
intense orgasm. Slowly, slowly she relaxed and released a long sigh of
contentment. I crawled back up to lay beside her and she her tight until the
shivering subsided.

After a few minutes she said, “You always did know how to get to me. But now
I’ve got something for you…”

“And what is that?” I asked. Then Alyssa cleared her throat and I looked
behind me.

She had finally shed the blankets, throwing them off the bed completely. In
the semi-darkness I could see her in all her naked glory. My eyes roamed over
the magnificence of her body, from her flowing hair to large, inviting,
hard-nippled breasts, to her wide hips to the dark mystery of her crotch. This
was the body I had seen and held in hundreds of idle erotic dreams now brought
to glorious reality. I turned to Jenny and said, “Are you serious?”

“Love,” she said, “Since our high school days Alyssa and I have shared almost
everything, both good and bad. You’re one of the good things that we’ve been
waiting a long time to share.”

I didn’t have time to say much else before Alyssa made me lay down with a firm
hand. She gave me a deep kiss that suddenly made my heart pound like an
overworked compressor and took my breath away for a moment. I reached out and
explored her body with my hands as she was exploring mine.

Suddenly I had two sets of hands caressing me as Jenny joined her. I lay back
and enjoyed the unbelievable sensation. And, to my astonishment, I saw that
they were caressing each other as well as me. I would have to ask Jenny about
the extent of her “sharing” with Alyssa at some future time but I was enjoying
myself too much worry about it now.

They worked me over on each side with their tongues as well as their hands and
bodies. I fondled Alyssa’s ample breasts, feeling their swelling roundness,
their weight in my hands, as I had so often dreamed of doing before.

Their attentions moved farther down my body to the region of my hips. With a
light, feathery touch they teased my throbbing cock. Jenny raised my cock up
and they both bent down and kissed a deep tongue kiss, with the head of my
cock in between. The feeling of two slippery tongues writhing around the most
sensitive part of my body was almost too much to bear and I groaned
involuntarily. They broke and Alyssa looked at me with a wicked smile. Then
she glanced over at Jenny who nodded briefly. Alyssa crawled astride my hips
and I knew what she was up to.

She slowly guided me into her and then sat down on my cock, forcing it deep
into the slippery warmth of her body. I reached up and held her to me as I
began to pump with slow rhythem. Jenny wasn’t left out, as she kissed Alyssa
and fondled both her and me. I felt just a twinge of jealousy at this
unguessed side of Jenny’s personality but the mood overpowered everything else.

Alyssa was really getting into it. Her breath was coming out in gasps that
were getting shorter and sharper and I began to think I might outlast her. But
the pressure in my loins was building too quickly and before I knew it I
orgasmed with a grunt, injecting my load deep into the warm depths of her
body. Apparently she had been close herself, because her gasps became cries I
pumped even more furiously, ignoring the overpowering sensitivity of my cock.
Less than a minute later, she came with a cry that must have awakened the
neighbors, and then relaxed with a sigh and she rested her head upon my chest
and I stroked her hair gently. Jenny favored me with a last, deep kiss before
we all collapsed from exhaustion.

I fell asleep a bit later with each arm around a beautiful girl, cuddled up
next to me. I’d never been so happy or contented in my life.

We all slept well past noon the next day. At Alyssa’s urging, we decided to
postpone leaving by a day at least. I was amazed to discover that she had had
her eye on me almost as long as I had one on her. We spent most of the day
talking and I discovered many things about both of them that I didn’t know.
Like the fact that last night was the very first time they had done anything
like that. But as the day wore on we became very close indeed. Almost like an
extended family. That night wasn’t a repeat performance, but much, much
better. The element of surprise was gone, but the intimacy flowed much more
naturally. I shan’t bore you with details but let me say it was by far the
most incredible night of my life.

Jenny and I are back in Seattle now, but we talk of those nights often. Alyssa
calls on occasion, but I understand she has a boyfriend now who is very
jealous and possessive. Since he’s twice my size I’m not about to make him
listen to reason so until she gives him the boot I guess Jenny and I will just
have to make it alone. Not that there’s anything wrong with that, mind you,
but we’ve both had our eyes opened to something better. And we’re looking
forward to the day Alyssa might join us again…

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Magical panties
By: MONICA
One of the nice things about working in, as well as owning an adult novelty store, is the perks associated with doing so. I’m a people person, anyway. I love watching people. Often going to the mall to pick up one thing or another and finding myself sitting down, watching people walk by. It’s interesting to wonder what they are thinking about, who they really are inside. This is one of the reasons I love my job so much. When people enter my store, I have a pretty good idea of what they are thinking about sex.
Admittedly, the majority of clients who enter my store are men. Most of which are there to find something that will put the spice back into their sex-life, or pick out something that they’ve been harboring as a fantasy for a while, that they’ve managed to persuade their respective partner into going along with. Or at the very least, hoping they will. I do however get a fair share of women too. And they are, of course, the ones I really enjoy watching whenever they come into my store to shop.
Most women tend to buy gag gifts, things for bridal showers, things like that. Though occasionally, one or two will browse through the toy section, looking for a particular vibrator or dildo so that they might pleasure themselves or in a few cases, their female partners. Usually most of these women spend less than five or ten minutes inside the store. They seem to know exactly what they are looking for, searching briefly, selecting something and then bringing it up to me to purchase. Rarely do I ever get anyone who actually asks me for help, though this does happen. I love working with these kinds of women, as they seem to be more open-minded and at ease with themselves. More so than anyone else, including the men who come in.
As I like to do, I usually come in about an hour or so before the store opens. Generally I restock the shelves or straighten up the merchandise, though occasionally I may try out one of the new toys that have come in, especially if they are designed for a man. Though most of these are merely novelty items, which I’ve found actually have very little to offer.
I had just finished restocking some body oils on the shelf when I turned to see a nerdy looking guy standing just outside the door, peering in. “We’re still closed!” I said approaching the door and pointing at the closed sign, which had the hours, I was open clearly indicated on it. I watched as he looked down one side of the street and then the other, before turning back to face me. Just the way he acted made me a little suspicious of him; suddenly glad there was a locked door between us. Not that he looked violent, or even capable of being able to cause anyone physical harm, but as I watched him open a plastic bag he was carrying, I half expected to see him withdraw a gun or something. Instead, he reached in and brought out pair of women’s white cotton panties. The kind you would see sold in generally most stores, certainly not the kind I sold in mine. I looked at him inquisitively, once again yelling through the closed door.
“Not interested!” I yelled, knowing he could hear me, at least. “Now if they were crotch less…maybe!”
I honestly expected him simply to turn and walk away. But he did not “They’re not normal panties!” he exclaimed back at me. “I’ve invented something…and I think you might be interested in seeing what I’ve done,” he implored.
Against my better judgment, I unlocked the door letting him inside. He immediately introduced himself.
“Name’s Marty Wilder” he told me. Even his name sounded nerdy. I was almost afraid to shake his hand as he offered it to me.
“Benjamin Roberts”, I said introducing myself, “Though everyone calls me Ben.”
“Thanks for letting me in…Ben,” he began. “You’re the first person who’s actually been willing to see what it is I have to offer.” Once again he withdrew the pair of white cotton, obviously women’s panties. The fact they looked brand new still did not tell me anything, though I was curious.
“If you’re trying to interest me in a pair of women’s panties, it’s really not my thing. And I don’t care who you might claim actually wore them, it’s not something I’d actually be interested in.”
My comment seemed to catch him in mid-stride. For a moment, I thought he would stuff them back into his bag, turn and leave. This in a way was something I was now hoping for, already regretting that I had let him in. He smiled awkwardly, looking almost embarrassed.
“No…You misunderstand. They look like normal women’s panties, but they’re far from it. My panties are special…very special.”
Once again I was starting to believe I was standing there talking to some kind of a pervert, or worse. And not that I had any problems with any particular fetish of course, after all, I sold a lot of things a hell of a lot kinkier than women’s underwear.
He must have noticed the look of doubt on my face, worried perhaps that I was a second away from asking him to leave, which I was.
“Hear me out….please,” he begged. Being the people person that I am, I decided to give him a few more minutes. I was now interested in what he really did have to offer, or at the very least, discover what it was that he thought he had and why I would be interested in them.
“Ok…but keep it short. The store opens in fifteen minutes.” I told him.
Marty relaxed considerably, genuinely relieved. “I work for a major micro-chip computer factory,” he began. “Research and development specifically.” For several years I’ve worked on an idea I had, on my own time. With the access that I have to certain materials, as well as the freedom to work on my own in relative privacy, I eventually perfected, and made a very small microchip that’s designed to do only one simple thing. And that’s bringing pleasure to women.”
“Ah huh….” I said dubiously. “And just what does this little microchip of yours have to do with women’s panties?”
Obviously he was excited to finally be able to tell someone about his little invention. Opening a small tiny little envelope he poured the contents of it out on top of a white handkerchief he had spread out. What I saw were perhaps a dozen or so small razor thin translucent little disks no bigger than the size of an aspirin. Once again showing me the panties, he pointed directly at the crotch area.
“One of these microchips is inside these,” he said. “You can easily insert them into any woman’s panties, purchased from any store. As you can see…the chips are so thin that you can make a simple cut with any sharp razor, insert the chip between the layers of material, a tiny…very tiny dab of superglue is more than enough to hold it in place.”
“Yeah, right.” I said going along…becoming more and surer this guy really was some kind of a nut case. “Listen…I really do need to open the store,” I said, hoping to convey in not so many words that I was no longer curious or interested in his panties.
He was too excited explaining things to me though, to have listened. “The chip is triggered by body temperature, as well as moisture.” He said continuing. “It sends out a pulsating electrical energy wave that is very…stimulating.”
That got my attention.
“It does what?” I had started towards the door to turn the sign around and invite him to leave. Hearing what he had just told me, I froze with my hand still on the doorknob.
“These panties induce orgasms,” he said simply. “But the best part is…most women don’t even know why, or how it could possibly even happen, as there’s nothing to detect in the panties they’re wearing to indicate how…or why. They’re completely washable, the chips are virtually indestructible unless you burn them of course, and I’ve yet to find a chip that’s gone bad or worn out.”
“You mean to tell me…women wear these panties and simply experience an orgasm from doing so?”
“Well in theory…yes.”
“In theory?” I asked…suddenly thinking I really had been duped into some guy’s get rich quick scheme here, thankful that I had not agreed or worse, actually given him any money for his so-called climax-chips.
“I’ve only been able to test them on one or two subjects, without their knowledge of course…”
“Of course…” I said skeptical as hell, wishing I had never allowed him to enter my store.
“But both women appeared to have some kind of pleasurable experience, one eventually even fainting from it…though admittedly that was my fault because I’d sort of increased the intensity just a little too much I think.”
“Ok…you lost me,” I told him. “How do you increase the intensity of this little super-cum ship, or whatever the hell you call it?” I asked
“Well…that’s the other part I haven’t told you about yet,” he said, once again speaking in low tones as though worried I had surveillance cameras or microphones hidden inside my store, which suddenly…I wish I did have.
“There are two ways the chip can be activated. One is simply by the increase of body temperature, coupled with the slightest trace of moisture. So, in other words, if a woman becomes aroused, even slightly…the chip picks up on that. It begins to send out miniscule little pulses that a woman wouldn’t even associate with anything except her own body causing it to happen. She would initially feel nothing more than a nice “itch” any different from the first stirrings of arousal in any woman. The more she becomes aroused however, the greater the signal that begins actually to interact with the sexual nerve endings with a woman’s clitoris. Before she knows what’s happening…or why, she can actually experience an orgasm without ever having had to even touch herself.”
I know I was standing there looking at him with my mouth open in disbelief. But truth was, he had my complete and undivided attention now.
“Go on…” I prompted, letting go of the doorknob, having no intention of turning the sign around now.
Seeing that I had done so, he looked particularly relieved. “The second part…is that you can by remote control…activate the chip too.” Now he was grinning, and even more excited to explain to me what he had invented than he had been. And frankly…so was I.
“Each chip has its own private identification number or access code if you will. You can actually bring up the “clit-chip” program on your home computer, preferably a lap-top of course…especially if the subject is within view when you access the panties she’s wearing.”
I was not about to interrupt him this time, and found myself actually sitting down on the stool behind the counter willing to let him explain the rest of it to me, even if it took him all day to do so.
“Once you’ve accessed the memory, you can increase the levels of intensity, though I’d recommend if you’ve got the time and patience to begin at one…possibly level setting two but no more than that. That way she’ll subconsciously never really know why she became aroused…only that she did. Gradually you can increase the levels one at a time until you can see where it is that she’s actually experiencing pleasure. I’d certainly never go right to level seven, for a woman, it would be like having her clit licked…rapidly. And that WOULD make anyone suspicious I would think. But getting to that point slowly…gradually, you’d probably never even need to go any higher than a three or possibly even a four to see a woman eventually experience some sort of unexpected, unexplained orgasm.”
The sound of someone knocking at the door turned my attention from him momentarily. I saw a potential customer pointing at my sign, then at his watch expectantly. For the first time since I had opened for business, I turned a customer away. “I hope I don’t come to regret doing that.” I told Marty.
“I promise…you won’t,” he replied. “But…….”
Of course, I knew there was a but some place. I had known that from the beginning. But as they say, ‘in for a penny…..’ “Ok, what’s the catch Marty?” I asked, expecting the worst, hoping for the best.
“I’ve sunk every single penny I have into this,” he began to explain to me. “I’m completely tapped out, if I don’t recoup at least half of what I’ve put into it soon, I’ll not only lose my job, but I’ll lose the ability to even make any more of these,” he finished indicating the twelve or so tiny little disks still sitting atop the hanky.
“How much is half?”
“Fifteen thousand.”
“Jesus H Marty! That’s like over a thousand dollars a pair. No one in their right mind would pay that kind of money for a pair of women’s underwear, no matter how many times she was able to cum while wearing them!” I shot back at him.
“That’s just what I need to cover the start up costs,” he told me. “I can now make each chip for less than ten dollars. If we could just get enough of these out there…well, you can see the potential,” he stated hopefully.
“Like I said Marty…fifteen thousands a lot of coin, even for me.” Marty looked dejected, even reaching for his handkerchief. “Tell you what…let me have these chips of yours, for a week, maybe even two weeks. Plus…you show me how to access and use the codes from my laptop. I’ve got a couple of possible subjects to try these out on. If…they do as well you say they will. Then…we’ve got a deal. How’s that sound?”
“A week Ben. I can’t wait any longer than that. I’m already pushing it as it is.”
“OK…since tomorrow’s Saturday, give me this weekend, and the next weekend at least. I’ll need that time if I’m going to have any chance to try these out for myself. On Monday, if I think it’s worth taking the risk, I’ll have the money for you then. Deal?”
Marty did not hesitate, grinning as he offered me his hand. “Deal!” he said.
We spent the next two hours together going over the entire program. Marty downloaded the access codes onto my laptop, and showed me the fairly simple process on how to access, and gradually increase their intensity levels. He also explained to me that they had a range of over two miles, though at the moment, I could not see the practical application for that as I would much rather be close enough at least to see what was actually going on.
By the time Marty left, I had turned away at least a dozen customers, already worried and concerned that I had already invested more into this deal than it was really worth. At least I had the weekend to experiment a little. And I had two perfect candidates. Christy and Diane, my neighbors and unsuspecting friends.
I lived in one half of a fairly large duplex. I had been there for nearly ten years after my divorce, happily remaining single meanwhile. I rented the other half of my duplex out, which is how I had initially gotten to know Christy. Christy had moved in and we had gotten to know each other fairly well, after a time…even intimately even though she had a “girl-friend”, being more lesbian than bi-sexual actually. Diane had come to live with her a couple of months later. I had thought initially that she was the girlfriend, and was quite surprised when I found out a short time later, she was not Diane was in fact pretty straight-laced having grown up in a fairly strict religious family. She had been a high school friend with Christy, which is how she came to know her, eventually moving in with her, as she needed a place to live after she had moved out. All in all they made for a fairly strange pair of friends as well as roommates, especially as Diane was not very approving of Christy’s intimate relationship with another woman. This was one reason Christy’s girlfriend rarely if ever came over unless Diane was not planning on being there.
Christy worked as an X-ray technician at a local nearby clinic. Diane was a flight attendant, so she was periodically away which Christy enjoyed as she could then invite her lover over without bumping heads with Diane over it.
I had installed a fairly large pool in the backyard, seeing no reason to divide the property, allowing both myself as well as the tenants to have access to it, which had been a main factor in getting and keeping fairly decent renters. I eventually left work leaving my two employees to run things and headed home. I knew Christy would be open to hearing what I had to tell her, deciding she would be the best one to try these ‘Magic Panties’ of Marty’s on first. Christy was lying out by the pool when I arrived. Though I had gotten home a little earlier than usual, it was not any big surprise to find her lying out without her top on. I made no pretense of trying to hide my approach either.
“Hi Christy.” I said simply… Crossing the back yard.
She had been lying on her back, though she did not exactly cover the fact she was topless, she did roll onto her stomach smiling at me. “Hi Ben…home a little early aren’t you?”
“A little.” I responded. “But that’s because I have something I want to tell you about…and then show you.” I said seriously.
I spent the next hour telling her about Marty and his invention. To my surprise, Christy sat there listening to me the whole time not even interrupting me once. She had gotten so interested, finally sitting up to become a little more comfortable, forgetting entirely that her full sized breasts were suddenly and very prominently displayed.
“Show me!” Christy said wide-eyed, obviously excited when I was done telling her about them. Reaching into my jacket pocket I removed the simple pair of white cotton briefs handing them to her.
“Put them on I said. But remember…for them to actually start to work, you have to be a little aroused anyway, unless you want me to get on the computer.” I added.
“I don’t think that’s going to be a problem,” she said, standing up, removing her bikini bottoms without even batting an eyelash. “Though I would like to see what you mean by increasing the intensity level later,” she said lustfully.
Within seconds she had replaced her bikini with the panties. “I don’t feel anything,” she said disappointedly.
Once again, I began to wonder if I’d been had.
“Wait a minute….” she added a moment later.”Maybe I do after all!” Christy gave me a quick wondrous look just before collapsing down onto the chase lounge she had been sitting on.
I continued watching her as the look in her eyes became even more expressive. “Holy shit Ben…these are for real!” she exclaimed excitedly. “It’s almost…..almost like someone was gently thrumming my clit. Nothing major mind you…just a delicious little tingling between my legs, but the more excited I’m getting, the more I seem to be feeling it.” Christy shuddered involuntarily. “Oh Ben…it’s definitely working!” she finally admitted.
I watched as she slipped her finger down between her legs, pressing it against the material, in turn pressing the material against her self. “I don’t feel anything either,” she said in surprise.
“You’re not supposed to Christy. I think that’s the whole point, most women won’t even be aware that it’s in there unless someone tells them it is”. I watched as Christy continued to slide her finger up and down her cloth-covered slit. It was obvious that she was becoming more and more aroused by the sudden discoloration of the garment as it pressed against her suddenly very wet, very aroused pussy lips.
“Well?” I asked her. “Is it getting stronger or what?”
Christy looked at me as though seeing me for the first time. The look on her face was sheer pleasure.
“Christy?”
“Huh?”
“What are you feeling right now?” I asked curiously.
“Shut up…gives me a moment, I think I’m going to cum,” she said by way of an answer.
It was evident by her reactions a moment later…she did. Christy even seemed to recover slightly, but then much to my surprise, she appeared to start the whole process all over again. “Good heavens Ben…I think I’m going to cum again!” she said excitedly.
By the third climax, Christy forced herself to remove the garment, holding it in her hand like it was some sort of a cherished friend. “Can I have these?” she asked.
And then I knew how I could persuade her to help me. “You can…if you’ll help me perform a really, really important test.” I told her.
Christy grinned almost evilly. “Diane?” I nodded my head smiling back at her.
“How?” she asked. I produced a small little envelope, pouring the contents out into the palm of my hand.
“With these.” I told her. “What I need you to help me to do is figure out which of Diane’s panties she’s most likely to wear over the course of the next few days. Then…we need to put these inside each pair. The tricky part is… You’ll need to somehow let me know if she’s wearing a pair of them that has these in them. Once you do…I’ll take things from there.”
Christy sat back smiling even wider than before. “That’s going to be fairly easy actually,” she said. “You’re never going to believe this Ben, but she wears those panties that have each day of the week on them? And even better…I know for a fact she wears them in order too!”
I had already known that Diane was flying in on Saturday, she would have at least a week before taking another transatlantic flight over to London. The window of opportunity was now; it could not have worked out any more perfectly.
“Then let’s get these inside her panties as soon as possible. I told her…starting with Sunday I guess?” I asked her.
“Probably…since I’m sure she’ll be wearing Saturday’s,” she giggled. “We just need to make sure that all of her next weeks undies are on top…all of which will have one of these little chips tucked away inside.”
“Then we’d better get busy.” I told her.
“How about after?” Christy questioned.
“After?” I said somewhat confused. “After what?”
“After…you make me cum again.” Christy said, already beginning to unbuckle my belt, unzipping my fly as she did. Obviously she did not need the panties at the moment…but I could not help but wonder if they had gone a long way in getting her here to begin with.
The feel of Christy’s warm velvet mouth engulfing my shaft took my breath away. She nibbled the head teasingly, licking up one side and down the other in slow tantalizing strokes, sucking me in…Engulfing me once again, sucking harder, firmer this time.
“Oh…let me get out of these clothes.” I said forcing her head away from me momentarily. “And maybe…we should take this inside.” I suggested.
“Why? No one can see us unless they’re using binoculars,” she said. “And even if they are…doesn’t the thought of that sort of excite you?” she said.
I finished taking my clothes off, spreading out the towel she had brought outside with her. “Lay down.” I told her. “I’m going to eat your cunt until you’re screaming.” I informed her.
“Now….that might alert a few neighbors,” she said laughing, laying down on the towel knees already bent, spread wide waiting for me. “Ok Ben…makes me scream.”
Christy and I had not been together all that often. The fact that she was into women more than men might have had something to do with that. But at the moment, she was the wettest I believe I had ever seen her. I slipped my tongue into the wet juicy folds of her slit, tasting the musky scent that greeted me, reveling in it like a perfectly aged wine.
“Damn Christy…I truly do love licking your pussy.” I told her.
Christy moaned. “You’re not bad either…for a man,” she added. I sucked her lips inside my mouth, chewing them gently…sucking, licking…chewing again.
“Actually Christy…I’ve always believed I was really a lesbian. A man trapped in a woman’s body.”
It had been a running joke between us, every time we had been together, few times that they were, she had always compared me to some of her women lovers. Each time however she’d let me off the hook by winking at me, sufficient ego stroking so that I at least felt “competent” in whatever I was doing to make her feel good.
“Hmm, I wonder what it would be like eating you with those panties on.” I said jokingly.
“Want me to get them?” she said seriously. I sucked her clit between my lips, pulling on it. “Oh shit…never mind! Just keep doing that!” she said groaning as I continued pleasuring that tiny little nubbin of flesh. Christy was soon bucking against my face, arching her back thrusting herself against my tongue. I’d already reached up, filling my hands with the softness of her breasts, toying and teasing her aroused nipples. Christy loved it when I did that, especially when she was close. I had learned how she liked it when I tapped them with my fingers, rapidly keeping tempo with the way I flicked her clit with my tongue.
“Faster!” she demanded. “Harder Ben…harder!” she screamed deliriously as she came.
For a moment or two…I really did worry about the neighbors.
Christy and I switched places. This time when her warm wet mouth took me in, I had no intention of interrupting her. She continued milking my prick with her hands as well as her lips, going so far as to insert the tip of her finger inside my ass, tickling my prostate, triggering within moments the orgasm that had been building. I’d never cum in her mouth, knowing that was one thing I never would do. Not with Christy anyway. The moment my orgasm began, she quickly removed my penis, placing it comfortably against her tits instead, where I joyfully began emptying a very large thick load of cream.
“Oh shit, Christy!” I groaned loudly, still trying to keep it down in the event someone really had heard us. Watching the copious discharge bathing her breasts was extremely gratifying, very sensual to me. Christy jacked my cock rapidly, delighting in each and every rope of semen that shot from the tip of my dick to cover her luscious breasts, as well as her chocolate colored nipples.
I remained on the ground for long moments afterwards, trying to catch my breath. “I’m going inside to shower,” she told me. “You can join me if you’d like…then I’d like to see what those panties can really do!” she said laughing. “Not until we’ve inserted the rest of those chips,” I told her, sitting up finally. “Then…maybe,” I said.
Christy pouted briefly…winked, taking her cute naked little ass into the house. I followed her seconds later. “Well…maybe after I’ve inserted something else,” I thought to myself as I chased her inside.
#
We had finished inserting the chips inside several pairs of Diane’s “week-day” panties. Christy meticulously restacked, folded and ensured that every pair was exactly the way they were before we began.
“Have you got any of those things left?” she asked. I checked inside the small little envelope.
“One.”
“Cool. It might not be a bad idea to put that one inside Diane’s swim suit,” she suggested.
“Which one though?” I asked. Christy laughed.
“She really only wears one…that dark blue single piece thing. You’d think with a body like she has, she’d wear a decent bikini at least. But the only thing I’ve ever seen her wear out to the pool is that very modest one piece she owns.”
Christy quickly located it in another drawer, seconds later we’d inserted the last chip, once again folding it away back where it belonged.
“I wonder if the water from the pool will have any adverse effects,” I questioned aloud.
“Don’t know…might be another interesting test,” Christy commented. “But if nothing else, you should be able to watch her from your bedroom window if she comes outside to sit by the pool to sunbath, as she usually does on the weekends.”
“That’s true,” I said, considering the possibilities. “Now…maybe we should see about testing out the intensity levels through my laptop,” I suggested. Christy was already grinning, once again slipping on the white panties.
“Do you think we can remove the chip from these and put it in a pair of my favorite ones?” she asked. “Not that I mind these really, I just haven’t worn white cotton panties since high school.”
“Actually Christy…seeing you in those is pretty damn sexy,” I told her. “Sort of takes me back to my high school days.”
I saw a familiar look suddenly appear in her face. “All this talk…” she said with some difficulty.”Is already causing things to…to happen,” she said, grinning broadly.
Just watching Christy already becoming excited even without using the laptop made me wonder. “You think Diane ever fantasizes?” I asked
“Huh? What?” she said, grinning almost stupidly.
“Never mind…you’re already too far gone to pay any attention to me,” I laughed. Christy’s face was already screwing up in a look of rapturous pleasure. “Hurry up Ben, plug me in!” she exclaimed.
At the moment…there was nothing I’d rather do. But I turned on the laptop anyway.
Marty was right…I’d slowly increased the electrical pulsations inside the chip to a level five. Christy hadn’t made it past four before experiencing a fairly intense climax. She had begun the roller coaster ride through ecstasy when I increased it one more level, watching as she nearly doubled over on the bed, her hands down between her legs moaning and groaning furiously as she came one more time.
“Fuck Ben…you said that was only a level five intensity?” She was already skimming the panties off of herself, beads of perspiration dotting her face. “I think a six, certainly a seven setting would in all likelihood kill me! I hope you plan on going slowly with that thing…especially with Diane. If you’re not careful, you’ll freak her out. I’m not even sure she knows what an orgasm is!”
I hadn’t really thought of that. One thing was for sure, in the time I had gotten to know the girls; Diane had remained very private, very aloof about anything sexual. Christy had even tried to pry information from her, learning only that Diane was indeed still a virgin, believing that “that stuff” was only meant for marriage. As Diane had exasperatedly told her, after a lengthy, uncomfortable discussion when Christy had continued to press her.
“Yeah…I can see that I’d better go about as slowly with her as I can. I’ve already made arrangements at work to spend a little more time away from the shop. I have a feeling that I’m going to need it. Especially as I plan on following Diane around whenever she goes anyplace. I want to test her reactions, especially in a public place where I’m confident she won’t be able to say or do much of anything. Especially if she does become a little suspicious and begins to wonder if it does have anything to do with the panties she’s wearing. Though I don’t see why she would. I’m hoping she’ll just be confused and somehow begin to learn to deal with it…possibly even begin to enjoy the experience. If she does…I think Marty and I are going to become very rich men!”
“Well…she and I are scheduled to go to lunch together Sunday afternoon. That might be a good time to check things out too,” she told me. “That’s not a bad idea Christy. Especially if you’re going to that little outdoors café like you usually do.”
“We are,” she said smiling.
“Great! I’ll sit across the street at the coffee shop. You see what you can do about getting a table as close to the sidewalk as possible so I can watch you from there.”
“Will that be close enough for you to see much of anything?” she asked.
“I hope so…but I also came up with another little idea too.” I produced a small miniature microphone. “You’ll also be wearing this so I can hear what’s going on.”
“Sneaky.” Christy said fingering the device. “Maybe we should come up with a few private signals…something like that.”
“Now who’s being sneaky?” I asked.
“This really could be fun you know,” Christy stated, getting into the clandestine type mood of the moment.
“Sort like spy vs. Spy. You know…like the cartoon of the guy’s in the black and white hats and trench coats?” I asked.
“Yeah…only which ones are we?” she asked.
“Why…we’re the good guys of course!” I exclaimed. Christy frowned.
“Ok, we’ll wear black and be the evil naughty spy’s then,” I added quickly. Christy’s frown turned into an evil grin.
“Fuck me, you evil dirty little spy you,” she told me
#
Diane arrived home late Saturday morning. I’d gone into work, wanting to ensure everything was still running smoothly, though I had planned on being away most of the day when Christy called me.
“She’s home,” Christy said after I had answered. “She’s in the shower now.”
I glanced at my watch. “Good…I should be home in about half an hour,” I told her. “I’ll come in and head straight for my bedroom. Think you can convince her to lay out by the pool with you?” I asked.
“Already have…she’s planning on it. And…She seems to be in a pretty good mood too!”
“Good, that might help…you never know, I guess.”
“Should I wear the microphone?”
“That might not be a bad idea Christy. It will give us a chance to test it out at least. I’ll prompt you to maybe ask her certain questions too…I want to see if we can get her thinking in sexual terms before I attempt to do anything through the program.”
“Ok…I think she’s getting out now, see you in a few,” she said hanging up.
#
By the time I arrived home, heading immediately upstairs to my bedroom, Christy and Diane were sitting out by the pool. My blinds had already been closed at an angle, giving me a limited view of the backyard, but at least I could see the two of them in relative safety without being seen. Problem was, Diane was sitting in her chaise lounge facing the pool with her back turned towards me. About all I could see was the back of her head. Christy at least was sitting at an angle facing her, which gave me a pretty good view of her from the side. We’d rigged her CD player to appear as though she was listening to music when in fact, the earpiece she had on was the receiver so she could hear me talking to her.
“I’m here Christy. Re-cross your legs if you’re hearing me ok.” I watched as she immediately did that. “Good…now, I can’t see Diane very well from up here. Is she wearing the one piece with the chip in it? Take a drink if she is,” I said. Christy reached over to the small little table sitting next to her, picking up her iced tea and drinking from it.
“Cool…now can you say something to Diane so I can see if I’m hearing you ok?” I asked.
“So…Diane, tell me…did you meet any interesting guys on the flight over?” she asked her.
Diane responded, but it was obvious she was still too far away for me to pick up whatever it was she said very clearly.
“Christy…you’re too far away from her for me to hear her. Can you do something to get a little closer?” I asked.
I watched as Christy glanced up towards the sun, shielding her eyes momentarily and making some pretense of it giving her difficulty in seeing Diane comfortably.
“That sun’s bright,” I heard her say. “Think I’ll move my chair over on the other side of you,” she announced. Moments later she had repositioned herself, sitting right beside Diane when she did. Then I watched as Diane scooted her chair a bit further away from where Christy had positioned herself.
“Good old Diane,” I thought to myself. “Even around Christy she needs space between them. Almost as though she’s worried that some of Christy’s lack of inhibitions might rub off on her.”
Diane was talking however, so I listened carefully. “Not really…I worked First Class this trip which was nice, there was one guy who flirted with me a little,” she said.
“Alright!” I said again to myself. “Maybe she’ll start thinking about him and that will trigger the chip,” I thought hopefully.
“He was a real jerk though…” Diane continued. “On top of which, he was bald, fat and ugly.”
“Fuck!” I said into the earpiece. Christy coughed…giggled for a second.
“Sorry!” I heard Christy say. “I know it’s not amusing, Diane, but I was just picturing what you said, and it sort of struck me as funny.”
Obviously Diane must have given Christy one of her patented looks or something. There was a brief moment of silence. I began thinking that maybe I was going to have to access the computer chip after all if we were going to get anywhere here.
“There was one guy…he reminded me of Ben a little bit,” Diane said, from out of the blue.
I accessed the program, dialed in that particular computer chips code and set a level one intensity. I wasn’t about to let that comment go. If she was thinking about me, even remotely, I was going to act on it.
“Oh? How’s that?” Christy asked her, once again crossing, and then re-crossing her legs as though she was having trouble deciding which was more comfortable.
“Yeah…I heard that,” I said to Christy, talking over Diane as she’d already begun to answer her.
“….same sort of mustache, besides his eyes….”
Again silence for just a second as Diane suddenly quit talking.
“Diane? You ok? You look like something’s wrong,” Christy said, somewhat alarmed. This in turn, alarmed me a little too.
“Oh…no, I’m fine. Was just thinking about something there for a second, sort of got lost in the thought I guess,” she responded.
From above I watched, as Diane appeared to squirm in her seat a little. Subtle movements, but enough so that I could see she was suddenly uncomfortable for some reason.
“I think I’ll go for a swim,” she announced, suddenly standing up.
“Shit!” I said into the earpiece, watching Diane as she moved over to the edge of the pool, diving in.
Christy spoke to me directly as Diane swam beneath the water. “Well at least maybe we’ll find out if this thing works in the water,” she said openly. “What level have you got it on anyway?” she asked.
“One.” I said.
“Maybe you should go to two,” Christy suggested quietly, as Diane broke the surface.
“Why not…what have we got to lose?” I said back to her. “Though even Marty doesn’t know if it will work under the water.” I added.
“May as well find out,” Christy said, once again quietly. I set level two on the program. Diane didn’t appear any different, or show any signs that anything was unusual. For several minutes she swam a few laps, and then swam over to the side of the pool. Rather than climbing out however, she lay her head down on the bank, resting there.
“Diane…you sure you’re ok?” I heard Christy ask her.
“Careful Christy,” I cautioned her. “Don’t press it.” Once again I watched as Diane said something to her, but she was too far away for me to hear her clearly. In the next instant she pulled herself out of the water, walked by her lounge chair grabbing her towel, heading into the house.
“What happened?” I asked. “I couldn’t hear what she said.”
I heard Christy laugh. “I think she felt something,” Christy said, looking directly up towards the window I was looking out of. “When I asked if she was ok, she said something about feeling a little bit dizzy and decided that maybe she’d better go in and lay down for a while.”
“Damn,” I responded. “Maybe…but we really don’t know do we?” I stated. “Well, I guess that’s about all we can hope for today,” I said, giving in.
“Ben?”
“Yeah?” I said looking back out the window at Christy.
“All this secret, naughty stuff’s made me horny,” she said. I watched as Christy continued looking up at me, watched as she pulled one of the cups away from her breast, revealing that well-rounded tit of hers. She caressed it, cupping the fleshiness of her boob, and then fingered the nipple momentarily. “Like that?” I heard.
“Very much.” I told her, watching.
Christy reached down pulling the bottom of her bikini off to one side. Though I couldn’t see nearly as clearly at this distance as I would have liked, it was obvious what she was doing to herself.
“Can you see what I’m doing?” she asked.
“Sort of…not very clearly. But yes…I at least know what you’re doing…and it looks nice,” I told her, fishing my cock out of my pants as we spoke.
“You playing with yourself yet?” she asked, as though reading my mind.
“Ah huh.”
“Kind of kinky isn’t it?” she said. “Sort of like phone-sex, and though I can’t see you at all…you can at least see what I’m doing, yes?” I saw as Christy clearly inserted at least one, possibly two fingers inside of herself.
“Yes…” I said lustily, “You going to finger yourself off for me?” I asked her.
“I will…if you will,” she said. “I might not be able to see you…but at least I can hear you,” she told me.
“Hey…I just had a thought,” I said to her suddenly. “After we’re done here…go inside and see if she’s asleep or not. Maybe even find out if she’s wearing any panties….”
“While she’s asleep?”
“Why not? If she is…can you imagine?”
“How come we didn’t think of this before?” Christy asked. “Talk about sweet dreams!” Christy said with a little bit of awe and wonder in her voice.
“Yeah…something else to experiment with,” I agreed. “Anyway…show me those boobs of yours again,” I told her. I watched as Christy reached up, removing her top entirely, throwing it behind her. “Like this?” she said, grinning.
“Yeah…just like that,” I said, pounding my hard stiff cock towards release.
“Well?” I asked.
Christy had just returned from sneaking down the hallway. She’d opened Diane’s door just a crack and peeked in.
“I can’t tell. I think she’s asleep…but she has the sheet pulled up. I saw her tits though…so I think she’s actually naked.”
On the one hand, I was disappointed to discover she probably wasn’t wearing any panties. On the other…
“You could see her tits though huh?” I asked again, wickedly. Christy smiled…
“Go see for yourself…just be fucking careful,” she warned me. “If she catches you…”
Christy didn’t need to finish that one. If Diane did catch me peeking at her, there would be hell to pay. I crept down the hall towards her room. My heart was beating so fast I was worried that she might actually hear it. Not to mention my breathing, which I held as I approached her door, slowly…carefully turning the knob, then pushing it open just barely.
I almost closed it just as quickly. I saw Diane move, but it wasn’t as though she was getting up, or even aware that her door had been opened, if even just a crack. Beneath the sheet, I saw her bend her knee, forcing the sheet up into a mini tent, still lying on her back while she did. The best part however, was that the sheet fell even further away from her breasts when she did that. Diane certainly wasn’t large breasted. Her boobs weren’t nearly as big as Christy’s, for that matter, but they were certainly beautiful. Small busted would be perhaps the correct term, though far from being flat chested by any stretch of the imagination. Standing there at the doorway peering in with one eye only, I got a wonderful glimpse not only of her tits with the light pink small sized areola’s capping each one, but saw what I could only believe was a very subtle movement taking place beneath the sheet as first one leg bent, then the other. On top of that…she moaned. Not wanting to press my luck, I immediately closed the door just as quietly and as slowly as I had opened it.
Christy was still waiting for me at the end of the hallway leading back into the living room. “Well? Did you get to see her titties?”
I was grinning like a Cheshire cat. “Yeah…and even better, I saw her bend her knees beneath the sheet, then watched as the sheet moved up and down slightly. I think she was masturbating!”
“No shit! Really? Diane?”
“Yeah…really, I think she was!” I said still grinning. “Damn…wish I’d taken her to level three at least,” I pondered.
“I have a feeling she’s taking herself there now…maybe even to a four,” Christy snickered. “Why don’t we go back to your place and you can take me to a four…maybe even a five,” she said wickedly.
“Hell…why don’t we go for the whole nine yards?” I asked her. “Why not all the way to a seven then?”
Christy looked at me…just about as wantonly as I’d ever seen her look. “You do that…and I might even let you cum in my mouth,” she told me.
I had no desire to leave things up to chance, I dropped by the restaurant a full hour earlier than when I knew the girls would be arriving. I tipped the waiter handsomely, not only for giving them excellent service, but ensuring that the table I wanted would be available for them when they arrived. I planted myself down at a table across the street at the coffee shop, bringing a paper along with me. Though the likelihood of being spotted by Diane was remote, I planned on hiding behind my newspaper as much as possible. Unlike out by the pool, this time I wouldn’t be able to speak to Christy directly, though I would…or should be able to hear anything and everything the two of them discussed. More importantly, I hoped Christy would remember all the various signals we’d agreed on. If she touched her hair in anyway, that would mean to increase the level. If she scratched her nose however, that was an immediate signal to decrease it. I hoped however that I would hear enough to have a pretty good feel for what was actually taking place, reacting to it, as I couldn’t actually talk to Christy or ask her any questions.
My biggest worry had been if Diane would actually wear her “Sunday” panties. If she wasn’t, I could end up wasting a lot of time trying to figure out which pair she was wearing. Thankfully, Christy had had the foresight to barge into the bathroom while Diane was in there, on the pretense of needing to pee beyond her ability to hold it. In doing so, she confirmed that Diane was in fact wearing her pink “Sunday” briefs. She’d managed to tell me that just before I left.
“Marty also told me there’s like a two mile range,” I told Christy. “I think to get a little bit of a head start, I’m going to program it at level one. The moment she comes within range, it will hopefully begin working on her. Maybe by the time you guys get to the restaurant, there will have been enough time that she’s at least starting to think in sexual terms.”
“Yeah right. Diane?”
“Well…she was playing with herself, or at least I think she was.” I’d responded. “Anyway, any edge we can get will give us some sort of advantage. When you’re two miles from the café, just be aware that it should start working. Sort of look for any odd signs of behavior, if by the time you get there and feel it’s worth jumping it up to a two…run your fingers through your hair or something.”
I’d been at the coffee house for half an hour when I saw the waiter I’d tipped lead them over to their table. Christy knew where I would be of course, quickly looking in my direction. Before she’d even sat down, I watched as she brushed her hair with her fingers.
“You’re kidding!” I said to myself. I already had my laptop open. I quickly accessed the code and set a stage two excitement level. I sat there listening to them discussing what they were considering for lunch, ordering…even talking about the weather. I’d expected that of course, waiting patiently. Christy and I had discussed her eventually steering, or trying to anyway…the conversation towards more intimate topics. As she’d expressed a brief interest in the guy on board the plane who’d reminded her of me, we thought it might be a good idea for Christy to bring up some made-up story by way of a piece of juicy gossip to see how Diane might react to it. All I was doing was waiting for the right moment and opportunity to for her to do it. It came unexpectedly when it did, as I sat there listening.
“Have you noticed that Ben never brings anyone home?” Diane asked. Christy was silent for a moment, surprised perhaps, as I was, no doubt trying to think of something to say to keep the momentum going. Diane didn’t wait for a response however, continuing.
“You don’t think he’s…..he’s….”
“Gay?” Christy burst out laughing. I almost fell out of my chair when I heard that.
“Heavens no Diane…I know that for a fact!”
“Ah oh….” I thought. “Careful here Christy.”
“Well I guess you might at that,” Diane said, with a little bit of an uptight sounding tone to her voice.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Christy responded a little testily.
“Well this is going to hell in a hand basket,” I said to myself. “If this keeps up, they’ll be throwing their lunch at one another…if they wait even that long,” I thought.
“I’m sorry Christy…I didn’t mean it to sound like that. I really don’t know what’s come over me, maybe I’m coming down with something. I just feel….well, I feel a little peculiar is all.”
I was half tempted to lower the setting back to one. It seemed that even a level two setting was becoming troublesome for her.
“I just figured since you also like women…that maybe you had discussed…well, you know sexual preferences or something. Actually…I guess I shouldn’t even be asking you this question, frankly…I don’t know why I did or why I suddenly started wondering about it.”
“Go! Go! Go!” I tried to will Christy from across the street.
I watched as Christy leaned across the table towards Diane in a conspiratorial manner. “Just between you and me? Ben and I have fooled around once or twice, but if Sharon ever found out, she’d kill me!” Christy told her.
Now it was Diane’s turn to sit there silently for a moment. “You and Ben?” she said in disbelief. “The two of you have….had….”
“Fooled around? Yes…a few times. Don’t worry Diane, it’s nothing serious, we just have fun every once in a while, that’s all!”
“You don’t think its wrong…fooling around with Ben outside of marriage?” Diane questioned her.
“Of course not silly. We have a good time, and Ben’s a very tender, very, very good lover,” she added.
I wasn’t sure if Christy had honestly meant what she’d just said, but it made me smile anyway. I was so involved in listening to their discussion that I nearly missed it when Christy ran her hand through her hair again.
“God…I hope you know what you’re doing Christy,” I said, punching in the number for level three now.
“And something else too Diane, as you are already well aware, I do generally prefer women over men. But Ben’s as good…if not better even than most women I’ve been with as far as his tongues concerned…he’s given me the strongest most intense….”
“I’m not sure I should be hearing this!” Diane interrupted her. “It’s….it’s…..oh my, can I have your water?”
I’d seen her drain her own glass just a few minutes ago. Now she was asking Christy if she could have hers. Obviously something was happening to her.
While Diane drank down her second glass of water in as many minutes, Christy picked up the tempo, turning up the heat as it were. “Anyway…like I was saying, he really does know how to pleasure a woman Diane, I’ve even found myself masturbating while thinking about it,” she confessed openly.
“Would you excuse me a minute?” Diane said suddenly standing up. “I need to use the bathroom.”
Once again I was half tempted to turn the level down. To my total and complete surprise however, I saw Christy stand up actually waving at me and running both hands through her hair frantically. Almost immediately she chased after Diane, heading for the bathroom.
“This could blow up in our faces,” I thought, but then reprogrammed Diane’s microchip to a level four setting. Even Christy had had an orgasm at this level. And I began to wonder if that’s what she was hoping for now.
“I hope you can hear me Ben,” she said suddenly. “I’m following Diane into the bathroom, her face is flushed…she’s obviously feeling something, and I think now’s the time to push things just a little.”
Though I could no longer see either one of them of course, I could at least hear what was going on. The sounds of a door opening, then closing, a metallic “click” sounding much like Christy had actually locked the bathroom door behind her.
“Diane? Are you in here?” Christy asked.
“Go away,” I heard Diane say. There was an obvious quiver to her voice, and she sounded even a little frightened. “I’ll….I’ll be out in a few minutes.”
“Open the door Diane,” Christy said softly. “I’m worried about you.”
“I’m fine,” Diane stated, obviously sounding not fine at all.
“I mean it Diane…if you don’t open the door, I’ll slide in beneath it…and I’m not looking forward to having to do that!”
“Please Christy….don’t! I…..I….I don’t know what’s happening, but I’m sure I’ll be fine in just a few minutes.”
“I warned you Diane…ok, here I come,” Christy said. The sound of the stall door opening could be heard.
“See? I told you….I’m………. (THUNK).” I sat there listening to nothing but silence for a moment.
“Ben? Can you hear me? If you can….go ahead and turn the chip off,” Christy said.
“Shit!” I exclaimed, startling the waitress when she came over to refill my coffee.
“Don’t worry…” Christy said a moment later. “I think she just fainted…oh, and Ben? I think she just finished cumming too!” I heard her laugh, making me feel greatly relieved, but also more than just a little worried and concerned for her also.
Again there was silence for a few minutes though I could hear the sound of movement. “Diane? You ok now? I think you must have fainted…or something,” she told her. “Here, let me help you up, and then maybe I’d better drive you back home,” she said.
“Oh Christy…I’m so sorry…it was just so strange! I don’t know what happened, one moment I was feeling….uh, feeling fine…then I felt a little light-headed, weak-kneed, and the next thing I knew, I was…….”
“Having an orgasm?” Christy said.
I dropped my keys in the gutter as I was about to insert them into the door of my car. I was still listening of course, but wanted to get home before them so I could be there when they got home. Hearing Christy’s comment stunned me. “Shit Christy……doesn’t over do it!”
Diane’s voice was so low I nearly didn’t hear her. “How’d you know?” she asked.
Christy laughed, though just as softly. “I saw the look in your eyes at the table,” she told her. “Which is pretty close to the way I look just before I do,” she said. “Haven’t you ever watched yourself in a mirror when you’re cumming?” Christy asked her.
“Fuck Christy!” I said climbing into the front seat of my car. “What the hell kind of a question is that? Don’t freak her out for hells sake!” I admonished her uselessly.
“No…” Diane said, simply.
“But admittedly…you do masturbate, yes?”
Again there was silence. “Can we talk about this on the way home?” she asked. “I feel sort of funny discussing this in the women’s bathroom,” she said.
“Of course…I’ll go out and get the check, meet me out front by the car. Sure you’re going to be ok?” she asked her again.
“Yes…yes, I’m fine now, seriously. I don’t feel weird or anything anymore…just a little something, different….” Diane laughed.
“I guess I can tell you Christy, you’re about the only person I think I could say this too. I actually think I’m horny!”
I nearly drove my car into a ditch.
“Oh yeah…we need to get you home, and quick too!” Christy said laughing with her. “We have a LOT to talk about, girlfriend…a LOT to talk about!”
I soon got out of range of the microphone. Though curious as to what else they had talked about, I could only hope that Christy would maybe fill me in later. I’d gotten home about fifteen minutes before they did, watching as they entered the house. I hoped that Christy would come over and say something to me, but it wasn’t until well after Diane had gone to bed that Christy snuck over to my place. I was preparing to go to bed myself, when I heard her knocking at the backdoor. I opened it, and saw her standing there naked.
“Well? You gonna ask me in or not?”
“Only if you promise to tell me what happened after you left.” I said. Christy walked over to me, reaching down, unzipping my fly and grasping my flaccid penis.
“After you fuck me,” she said. “Then I will.”
“I take it things went well after you left?” I said, feeling my prick growing rapidly as she continued to fondle it.
“Let’s just say she got me very horny on the drive home. Very horny in fact.”
We didn’t make it past the kitchen table.
Nearly ripping off my clothing, Christy pulled me towards the table, hopping up on it. “Hurry Ben…I need you!”
I moved towards the edge of the table. She was situated at the perfect height. Taking my penis in hand, I began teasing her already wet slit, running the length of my member back and forth, tickling her clit before allowing it to rest against her.
“Quit teasing and fuck me, you bastard!” Christy demanded. I slid myself against her one more time, relishing the heat and warmth of her split before slipping deeply, quickly inside of her.
“Better?” I asked, as I rammed myself into her fully.
“Oh fuck yes!” Christy groaned, thrusting back against me. I began a rhythmic coupling with her that soon had both of us racing towards climax. Whatever foreplay either one of us might have enjoyed had been going on all day. Christy was at a fever pitch, drawing me along with her in a frenzy of lust, passion and unfulfilled need.
“Harder! Faster!” she screamed, wrapping her legs around me tightly. I continued to slam into her with a rapidity that threatened to collapse the table. Barely touching it now, had she dug her hands, had particularly her fingernails into my back, raking me as her pleasure begun to build, taking her to unimaginable heights of ecstasy.
“Oh yes…fuck me…fuck me…fuck me!” Christy screamed loudly over and over again. I felt her tense suddenly, sucking in her breath, holding it. As she did, I felt my cock expand, felt the first tremendous discharge escape my prick, filling her cunt with fluid. She screamed…every ounce of her breath exploding from her lips in wild abandonment as her orgasm overwhelmed her.
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It was quite a while before either of us had recovered sufficiently to even speak. “Damn girl…what was that all about anyway? Not that I didn’t enjoy it mind you…but shit. You gotta tell me what made you so fucking horny!” I said.
“The drive home? You never shut down the program did you?” she asked. I sat there for moment thinking.
“I thought I did,” I said finally. “But in all the excitement, I’m not entirely sure that I did…why?”
“On the way home…Diane was squirming, fidgeting around in her seat. I figured that she was still being stimulated somehow. Either you’d forgotten and left the program running, or she was causing it to work on its own by being aroused herself. Either way, I decided to try and take advantage of the situation. That’s when I asked her what she was thinking about back at the restaurant. If she hadn’t been as aroused as she already was, I don’t think she’d have told me. But since she looked like she was on the verge of having another orgasm, she was more than happy to tell me.”
“What did she say?”
“Well, I guess when I had mentioned that you and I had fooled around before, especially telling her how good you are with that tongue of yours…” Christy winked, “…Diane started imagining that. Coupled with the stimulation she was already getting, she became more and more aroused. She admitted to me, of course, that’s never happened to her before….duh. And she was really embarrassed by it initially. Anyway…telling me about it on the drive home, she got aroused all over again. And that’s when I wondered if you’d left the program on. It was at that point I decided to gamble a little bit.”
“Gamble? Christy…what did you do?”
Christy smiled, reaching down to actually touch herself as she remembered. “Listening to her, I told her to tell me specific’s, to describe to me what she was thinking about when she came. Surprisingly, she did. And she told me in pretty juicy detail, imagining you down between her legs licking her cunt, I began playing with myself…slipping a finger beneath my panties underneath my skirt. Diane knew what I was doing of course…continued watching me, AND telling me what had turned her on so much. The more she watched, talked…the more she became excited. Shit Ben…she joined me!”
“You mean to tell me she actually played with herself in front of you on the drive home?”
“Ah huh….she did. And even came again too! The only bad thing, the moment we got home, she raced upstairs to her bedroom, slammed the door…and never came out again.”
“Shit…I hope we didn’t freak her out,” I said.
“I think she freaked herself out,” Christy replied. “I’m tempted to believe that’s maybe the first time she’d ever been that horny…certainly that uninhibited. I’m serious Ben, she sat there watching me finger myself, and the next moment, and she’d lifted up her skirt, slid her hand down inside the front of her panties, and was doing the same thing I was!”
I glanced at my watch, it was nearing midnight. “I wonder if she’s still wearing them.” I asked. “Do you know if she sleeps naked, or what?”
“I’m pretty sure she just wears panties and a tee shirt to bed. At least that’s all I’ve ever seen her in first thing in the morning.”
“Hmmm, maybe now would be the time to experiment a little more,” I suggested. Christy followed me into the den where I open.

The Photographer

Administrator — Tue, 19 Feb 2008 09:47:02 +0000

The Photographer
By: ISS
“You do understand the nature of the photographs we’ll be shooting,” Carl asked, “I just want to get everything out in the open so that later on we don’t have a problem!?!” “I understand,” the matronly female replied, “most of them will be me by myself, but some will involve other people!!!” “And just to make it even more clear,” Carl responded, “those pictures with the other people can involve both men and women and are of the x-rated variety!!!” Glenna nodded her head slowly and asked, “And how much money do you pay for posing!?!” “It varies,” he answered, “Two hundred a day for solo, three hundred for soft core, and five hundred for the hard stuff, now are you sure you want to go through with it, it’s pretty easy if you have the temperament for it, but if not………………..”!!! “I need the money,” Glenna replied, “but I want you to know I don’t have a perfect body by any stretch of the imagination, in fact I have a few sags here and there, and my breasts aren’t what they once were either!!!” Nodding his head, Carl replied, “That is exactly what muy client wants, the grand motherly type who is all woman and oozes sensuality, not some plastic little girl who’s all silicone and hair spray!!!” With a short laugh Glenna shot back, “Well, I’m certainly not that!!!” “All right then” he said “let’s get started!!!”
“I’ve never done this before,” Glenna offered, “are you sure that your customer wants a sixty year old has been!?!” “You look just fine, baby,” Carl said soothingly, “okay now, lean over a little and let me see some of that cleavage spilling out of your bra!!!” “Oh, wow,” he enthused, “what size bra do you wear, you’re really huge!?!” “Uh, 42dd,” she replied softly, “do they look too big?!?” “Are you kidding,” he replied as he snapped away, “you can never be too big in this line of work, now be a good girl and drop the bra for me!!!” With nervous hands, Glenna reached back and undid the five clasps that held her industrial strength brassiere in place, and with almost little girl shyness, let it slip from her shoulders to the floor! “Holy smokes,” he gasped, “incredible, just incredible, baby, you have the juiciest jugs I’ve seen in a long time, and those nipples, christ alive, it looks like you must have breast fed fifty babies!!!” Hearing his comments about her chest not only raised a little red in her cheeks, it also caused her vagina to dampen!!! It had been a long time since a man made such sexually suggestive comments about her body, and just because she wasn’t in her prime, a lady never tired of hearing a man tell her that he liked the way she looked!!!”
For the next hour Carl snapped away, taking hundreds of photos of Glenna posing topless and wearing just a panty girdle, and just like he had said earlier, if you got comfortable in front of the camera, it was a snap!!! After a whirlwind of quick poses, Carl asked, “Are you read for the next step, honey, I think the world is ready to see your pussy!?!” A slightly red faced Glenna nodded her head and began slithering out of her skin tight girdle as Carl’s camera clicked away!!! “Oooooolala,” he said with enthusiasm, “now that is a bush and a half, oh yeah, that’s it, show us your hairy muffy, yeah baby go, good, good, yeah that’s it, sit down and spread for me, show us that slit, oh yeah baby, your a natural!!!” She never thought it possible, but she was a true slut for the camera!!! Taking a large breast into her hand, she lifted the big nipple to her mouth and sucked on it, while with the other hand she held open her pussy so Carl could get some shots of her hard clit, and after taking a raft of pussy and tit shots, he had her turn over so he could get some of her big fat white ass!!! “Good, baby,” he offered, “show us that ass, oh yeah what a nice fat butt you have, fucking love it!!!
Okay, Glenna, let’s take five,” he said, “I’ve gotta reload the cameras, so just relax for a couple of minutes!!!” Glenna was getting used to being naked in front of the camera, and even though there was a robe available to cover up in between takes, she didn’t even bother picking it up, rather she just lay back with her legs spread and her fat hairy pussy overtly exposed to Carl’s eyes!!! After he was finished with the film, he came over and sat down on the platform next to her and said, “Good job, baby, my buyer is really gonna like these shots, there’s a big demand for “Grandma” stuff, I guess people are getting tired of perfection and wanna see women the way they really are!!!” “Can I ask you a question,” he asked, “if you don’t wanna answer, just say so!?!” “No, go ahead,” she replied, “fire away!!!” “I’m just curious,” he asked, while letting his hand run up and down her bare leg, “why are you posing like this, you just don’t seem like the type!?!” His hand was having an electric effect on her, and she had to catch her breath to answer, “Well, my husband of forty years passed away, and to be blunt about it, I need the money badly!!!” He continued to massage her leg and continued, “Are you ready to make some extra cash then, I think we’re about ready for the next step!?!” She was about to reply, but the air whistled out of her lungs as his hand rested against her pussy and he wriggled his finger into her now very steamy love box!!! Instead of an answer, a long low moan gurgled up from her throat and her hands just naturally went to her nipples and began softly twisting the big nubs!!! Carl continued to finger the excited woman and observed, “Well, I guess you already answered my question,” while out of nowhere he produced a huge latex dildo which he held in front of her face and went on, “now I’m gonna go back to the camera, and I want you to use this on your pussy, got it!?!” She was so excited by now she was next to incoherent, but she managed to nod her head yes as she took the big satisfier from his hand!!! When he finally got ready for this first shot he opined, “We’re almost ready, baby, but remember, I don’t want any faking, I want real orgasms, so whenever you’re ready, go to it!!!”
Jesus she was turned on, her cunt was leaking all over the place and her nipples were begging to be sucked, but instead of ramming the big rubber cock into her cunt, Glenna put the big head into her mouth and sucked hard, while pretending to give the fat dildo a blow job!!! “Oh man,” Carl entused, “you are one hot fucking bitch, that’s the way baby, suck that dick, act like you fucking want it so shoot into your mouth, oh yeah, do it, baby!!!” Listening to him encourage her on only made her hotter, so it was only a matter of time until she couldn’t stand it anymore, and almost without warning, rammed the thick cudgel of a cock deep into her begging pussy!!! “Oh god,” she moaned, “it feels so fucking good, it’s so fucking huge, my pussy feel totally packed with cock, oh jesus I’m fucking cumming, Carl, I can’t fucking help it, my clit’s just going off on me, ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, godddddddddddd help me I’m cummingggggggggggggggggg!!!” Carl was going from one camera to the other while trying to get the best possible angle for each shot, but now it was him that was sweating as he watched the matronly bitch put on a show that would have put any twenty year old to shame!!!
“Christ alive,” he said to himself as he walked over to the platform, “she is fucking hot!!!” “Oh, baby,” he said softly, “you really put on a show, are you sure you’re all right!?!” With the thick cock still hanging lewdly out of her hairy cunt, she replied “I-I’m just fine, but that was a really hard one, I haven’t cum like that in years!!!” “Tell me baby,” he asked while sitting down beside her, “when’s the last time you had a real live dick in your mouth!?!” “Over a year,” she admitted, “and do I ever miss it!!” “Do you swallow,” he asked casually while gently taking hold of the end of the dildo and pressing it into her, “you look like the kind of woman who loves the taste of cum!?!” The sassy talk form Carl and the renewed pressure on the rubber cock, made Glenna’s pussy flood once more, and again her breathing became shallow as she tried to answer him, “I-I love sucking cum and swallowing, oh, oh, oh, that feels so good, ohhhhhhhhh, yessssss, I guess I’m just a cock sucker at heart, ohhhhhhhh myyyyyyyyyyyyy!!!” Now while actually moving the thick cock in and out of her pussy he asked, “So Glenna, would you consider yourself a cock hound or just a cock sucker!?!” This was insane, this potty mouth of a photographer was absolutely driving her crazy with lust, and as incredible as it seemed, she was on the verge of another giant orgasm!!! “I asked you a question, dear,” he persisted, “cock sucker or cock hound, which is it!?!” “Uh, ohhhhhhhhhh, god,” she stammered, “I-I don’t know, neither, no, no, that isn’t right, ohhhhhhhh myyyyyyy, that feels good, I-I’m a cock sucker, that’s it, a cock sucker, ohhhhhhh!!!” “Of course you are,” he said sweetly, “and just to show you what a nice guy I am, I’m going to give you this,” as he stood up and let his hard cock bounce just inches in front of her mouth!!! When her eyes finally focused on it, she nearly went wild trying to put it into her mouth, but he playfully leaned back, just keeping it barely out of her greedy reach!!! “So,” he said in an innocent voice, “does my hot bitch Glenna want some hard pecker!?!” “God,” she panted, “don’t torture me this way, please let me have it, it’s been so long for me!!!” Now sharply twisting the dildo in her cunt, he asked in an even voice, “So tell me, bitch, how much do you like to suck dick!?!” The harsh twist of the dildo made her gasp, but she quickly recovered and begged, “Y-you know I can’t help myself, so please, let me put it in my mouth, I promise to swallow it, so pretty please, let mama have your hard young pecker!!!”
He kept moving the dildo and teasing her incessantly for the next five minutes or so, until he finally let her “capture” his cock and take it eagerly into her mouth!!! He was just getting into it, when she nipped sharply on his smooth head and causing him to yelp in pain!!! “You might have me at a disadvantage, junior,” she said with a wink, “but just remember this, you have your cock next to thirty two sharp teeth, so you better treat me nice!!!” “Touche,” he replied as he pounded the dildo in and out of her cunt, “you suck me and I’ll fuck you, deal!?!” “Deal,” she replied as she inhaled him back in!!!” She was absolutely rapacious, this sixty year old senior citizen, never in his life had he had his pecker sucked so expertly or enthusiastically, while on the other hand, she was thinking that not since she was much younger, had she had a cock that was so long and thick and made her feel like such a pussy!!! It was in front of this back drop that both of them exploded in a tumultuous mutual orgasm that left them both totally wiped out!!!
After a five minute recovery period, Glenna offered, “Too bad we didn’t have the camera going, that would be x-rated money!!!” He laughed a bit, then held up his hand to show her a remote control shutter switch, and replied, “I got it all baby, and I must say, you are a fucking natural!!!” She stared at the switch for a moment and then asked, “You mean, you got it all, I mean everything!?!” He nodded and replied, “Like I said, baby, everything!!!”

Hot Story

Administrator — Wed, 13 Feb 2008 08:38:02 +0000

A few years ago, I lived in a luxury apartment complex. Across the

hall was a great guy by the name of John. John was a very well liked

guy around town, owned his own business, was attractive, dated several

nights a week, and enjoyed most sports. We met while golfing at

the complex’s course. He had a great knack for making everyone feel

comfortable and ready for fun. A party seemed to follow him where

ever he went. We became great, close friends–threw many parties

for the complex between our suites, golfed, sailed and worked out

together. We “doubled” often and Jon always had a great looking

date. I noticed he never seem to click with anyone for any length

of time, but there was never a lack of company for him. I liked

him immensely. He was a wild little guy, about 5′6″ tall, but very

well built and confident. He was also a real practical joker and,

if some stunt of his was too much for me, I’d fall back on my college

football days and call him a fucking tackling dummy, and try to toss

him down. It was never easy to get the best of little John physically.

On his thirtieth birthday, I had a surprise party for him. We threw

it at my place, and I told all the guests to bring cheap halloween

wigs and gag gifts. The one thing John was sensitive about was his

thinning hair. You can imagine the laughs we all had watching him

open the gifts and trying each one of them on. He got right into

the spirit of things and even had us trying them on. But he promised

me he’d get me when I least expected it.

Weeks later, I came home late from an exhausting day, fixed

a sandwich and plopped into bed to tune out in front of the Television.

Except for the light from the set, my room was dark. After an hour

or so, I got pretty lonely and started feeling myself. I was getting

aroused, so I rolled over and began grinding my hips into the mattress.

The friction of the sheets as I rubbed my swollen cockhead against

them and the pressure of my hard-on against the mattress and my

stomach felt fabulous. I was luxuriating in the ecstasy of bringing

myself off.

Suddenly the whole bed seemed to erupt beneath me, lifting me

up and flinging me off onto the floor. I instantly thought of an

earthquake, but the rest of the room was still. I jumped up and

looked at the bed. There was that little shit John under the bed,

the mattress pushed half off by his legs as he lay laughing at me

on his back. he was howling, and I did a quick take on how he must

have slipped into my apartment, crawled uder the bed, and waiting

for just the right moment to knock me off. Then I realized I was

standing in front of him with nothing on and more than half hard.

Embarassed, I scream “You fucking dummy”, and yanked him to his

feet. He broke loose and ran for the door. A flying tackly broguht

him down and we wrestled around the room until I finally pinned him

down. It was wild and spontaneous, and lying on top of him naked,

embarassed at being surprised with a hard-on, really turned me on.

John was still laughing. Because I had gotten so hard as we struggled,

I felt self-conscious about letting him up. We lay there chuckling

and trying to catch our breaths. I could feel his heavy breathing

as his chest heaved against my own. With me hard against him I was

sure he would notice in a second that I wasn;t just still hot from

humping my bed. So I tried to get up, but John saw how rigid I was

and started laughing again. I did too. We fell back together, laughing

into each other’s shoulder about my predicament.

His hands came up and caressed me at the bottom of my spine, and

I half-jokingly mimicked a passionate grind against his thighs.

He rubbed both hands over the back of my ass and really seemed to

be getting turned on. A nervous chuckle started in my throat, but

I swallowed it in a gulp. My cock throbbed against him, and he whispered

in my ear “Got you Dave.”

I could feel his cock grow hard beneath his pants, and I gulped

again. The blood was pounding in my neck and I imagined he must

have been able to hear it. I tried to pull away again and drew my

knees up, but that pushed my dick across his growing hard-on, and

my stomach muscles began to quiver. It was an electric moment.

The John responded–his hands slipped caressingly over my then taut

ass muscles and he pulled me harder against him by the back of my

thighs. He raised his hips at the same time to rub the hard ridge
…End of the part1. To be continued..

Hot Lunch story

Administrator — Fri, 08 Feb 2008 09:12:03 +0000

I live in what you might call a semi-suburban area. It is pretty well

built up with various subdivisions, but it is unincorporated. That

means we are beyond the reach of a city sewer system, so we have to

depend on a septic tank to dispose of solid waste. These can be a real

pain in the ass, especially when you have to dig up and replace 20

feet of crushed 6-inch PVC pipe from the house to the tank in the

middle of a wet early winter day as I did about six years ago.

The thing about a septic tank is that every 6-7 years they fill up,

and when they get full, you have to call a professional, who comes out

with a big tank truck and sucks out all the accumulated shit. This

happened at our house two summers ago. All of the toilets backed up;

we had shitty water everywhere, and, well, you get the picture. So I

called the necessary people, and the company said they would send a

man out the next day.

Now I work out of my home, while my wife works in town, so being home

to meet the tank truck operator was no big deal. I expected some fat,

toothless redneck or a big, beefy black guy to show up, but what I

got, right around lunchtime, was a slight, pleasant young man of about

30. He was about 5-7 with curly blond hair and rimless glasses, who

looked like he’d be more at home teaching a college class than lugging

heavyweight hose and sucking up shit for a living. The truth is, this

guy was gorgeous, and when he peeled off his t-shirt to get to the

task at hand, I couldn’t help myself. My stomach and my cock started

churning.

I should say at this point that I am not gay. I have little use for

gays or for the gay lifestyle, although I’ve have and have had friends

of both genders who are/were gay, and I respect their right to live

their lives any way they choose.

Paradoxically, however, one of my hottest fantasies for a long time

has been to have sex with a man, to suck a dick and have a cock

fucking my ass. I discovered during my college days many years ago the

effect anal penetration can have on the sexual experience, and I’ve

been hooked ever since. Believe me, don’t knock it until you’ve tried

it.

Keep in mind, I’m not interested in a gay relationship, per se; in

fact, in my fantasies, these men are nameless and faceless. They

materialize out of thin air, with disembodied dicks that fuck me, suck

me, cum in me and on me, then disappear. By the way, my wife of some

20 years knows about these fantasies and we often use them to enhance

what is still a pretty active sex life, considering our hectic family

and work lives.

Speaking of sex, I happened at that moment to be incredibly horny. The

good wife and I hadn’t had sex in over a week. She’d been on her

period, and had also been working extremely hard on a major project,

so she’d been too pooped to putter. So I’d been sitting at the

computer that hot morning surfing the Net for porn, and was

contemplating a rousing stroke session when the septic tank guy showed

up, considerably earlier than I expected.

Like I said, I’ve never been particularly attracted to men, but I was

definitely attracted to this guy, whose name was Greg, and it wasn’t

just the fact that I hadn’t gotten laid in over a week. I wasn’t sure

what, if anything, would happen, but I decided right then that the

time would never be better than that moment to make my gay sex fantasy

come to life.

So I walked out into the back yard to chat. I was dressed in a pair of

baggy gym shorts, no underwear, and a loose-fitting tank top. I’m in

my mid-40s, and while my hair has gone mostly gray, I still have all

of it, and people tell me I look much younger than I am. I’m not a

fitness freak, but I keep myself in decent shape. I watch what I eat

and try to walk a couple of miles two or three times a week. Greg, on

…End of the part1. To be continued..

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The starter told me, when I checked in, that I would be playing with a

new member, this morning. He told me his name was Jenkins, Sam and he

would meet me on the first tee. I nodded and went into the clubhouse

to change. I noticed a man in the locker room that I had never seen

before but didnât pay too much attention to him as I tied my shoes and

headed out to the practice area. After warming up, I picked up my bag

and with about 5 minutes to spare, arrived on the first tee. The man

that I had seen in the locker room was already there and came over and

introduced himself.

ãHi, Iâm Sam Jenkins,ä he said, extending his hand. I took it and

introduced myself. ãBeautiful day for golf, isnât it,ä he continued.

ãThis is my first time playing here and I hope youâll give me some

help in managing the course.ä ãThere are some tricky areas,ä I said.

ãIâll let you know about them when we get to them.ä

We teed off and headed down the first fairway. We talked as we walked

to our balls to hit our second shots. He was new in town and had just

joined the club, mainly for business reasons but also because he loved

the game and played it whenever he could. By the fifth hole, I pretty

well knew his whole life story as he didnât stop talking between

shots. I was getting a little upset as his continuous chatter and by

the ninth hole, I was ready to pack it in. As we waited on the tenth

tee for the group ahead of us to get out of range, Sam turned to me

and offered me a challenge.

He looked around to see if anyone could hear him and then, because we

were standing off to the side of the tee, he seemed satisfied that no

one would hear him. Still in almost a whisper, he said, ãSince it

looks like weâre fairly evenly matched, how about a wager for the back

nine?ä I looked at him and thought, Iâd get my chance to maybe stifle

his chatter, once and for all. ãSure, what did you have in mind?ä I

asked. ãWell,ä he started, quickly looking around again, ãHow about if

we play suck your cock?ä

I had played golf for many years and had never heard of this game.

ãHow does that one go?ä I asked him hesitantly. ãItâs easy,â he said.

ãWe play for each otherâs cock. If you beat me by more than two holes,

I have to suck your cock. If I beat you by the same margin, then you

have to suck mine. If itâs three holes of more, the winner gets to

fuck the other.ä

I was taken back by this but I also had a feeling in my groin that I

hadnât had for a while. My cock started to rise and when he looked at

me, waiting for my answer, he looked down at my crotch. ãYou donât

have to say a thing,ä he said. ãI can see that youâre ready.ä I must

have blushed as he laughed a little and gave my arm a quick squeeze.

ãOk, letâs play,ä he said, heading for the tee. I watched him tee off

and then it was my turn. I hit a terrible shot and he laughed again.

ãThis should be an interesting nine,â he said, after watching my ball

disappear into the trees.

I lost the first hole but won the next two. I noticed his chatter had

stopped and he was really focusing on his game as the holes went by.

By the 18th, I was two down to him and I didnât want to lose the

third. I needed to win the last hole and I concentrated on hitting

what I thought were good shots. It was to no avail as I lost the final

hole and as we were walking back to the locker room, he asked me,

ãWhen would you like to get together?ä My head was spinning and I

didnât really know what I wanted to do. ãMaybe later in the week,ä I

answered.

ãOk, hereâs my number,ä he said as he handed me his business card.

ãCall me and let me know when you want to meet.ä I just nodded and

quickly changed and left the club. My mind was spinning as I drove

home. I was wondering if I could go through with it or not. The more I

thought about it, the more I convinced myself that I would, so a few

days later I called Sam. ãHey Sam, its Dean. How are you doing?ä ãGood

…End of the part1. To be continued..

American Airlines Cockpit

Administrator — Mon, 17 Dec 2007 09:01:03 +0000

Chicago was receding quickly in the distance, its grid of
streetlights fading to a glow of patterned city blocks against the
deep black stillness of the lake. We climbed higher, gaining altitude
on the first leg of our trip across the Atlantic, bound for England at
Christmastime, December 1992.

She sat rigid beside me, hands clenched, knuckles white
against the metal of the armrests. We’d had a drink while waiting in
the airport, and she’d just ordered another from our flight attendant
in his white and blue uniform, slightly rumpled. Cute, though.
Maybe if she got sufficiently drunk she’d relax enough to survive this
trip. I was matching her drink for drink…they were free, after all,
and we were on vacation.

“How are you doing?”
“Not too bad. You?”
“I’m fine. You know I love flying.”
“I hate you.”

She didn’t mean it, of course. Eight years of friendship
couldn’t be cancelled out by a little acrophobia. But I resolved to
be a little more careful what I said. Time was passing much too
slowly.

Three hours later; almost halfway to England. I, for one, was
thoroughly bored and that rumpled flight attendant with the shock of
Midwestern brown hair and mindless calf eyes was starting to look more
and more inviting. In an effort to distract her, we’d been
complaining about our respective ex-boyfriends and talking about the
joys of sex through the last two or three drinks, and both of us were
now horny as hell. That one of us was bi, and the other one straight
only added to our frustration. We’d gotten to that sad point when we
boasted about all the strange places we’d done it, and all the odd
people we’d done it with.

“Want to join the mile-high-club?”
“With whom? The pimply flight attendant?”
“Yeah, right.”

Surrounding us were hordes of British families, little kids
curled into each other, the seats, their parents. All heading home
for the holidays. Not a single lonely man in sight.

“Hey, babe, I got an idea.”
“Uh huh. I remember your last idea. Almost got us thrown in jail.
And those two guys weren’t worth it.”
“This is much, much better. Just think of those poor lonely pilots in
the cabin. They must be so bored, flying this plane on automatic
across miles and miles of empty ocean. I bet they’re just sitting
back and dreaming of a pair of nubile, 21-yr-old college students
fulfilling their every desire.”
“And you want to fulfill their fantasies, right?”
“Well, maybe not all of their fantasies. They probably ought to keep
their hands on the equipment. But we could provide a
little…entertainment? I dare you to.”
“You what?”
“I dare you to.”
“We’re not kids anymore.”
“Exactly.”

We thought about it for a while. As we worked out the
strictly hypothetical details, it became more and more tempting. The
perfect way to relieve boredom, maybe relieve a little frustration,
and forget about the two idiots we’d left in Chicago. After all, we
were single again now. No ties, no responsibilities. And it would be
a hell of a lot of fun.

“You first.”
“No, you.”
“Together, then?”
“Here goes nothing.”

***

Hell of a flight. The typical crying kids for the first two
hours, then, just when they had all fallen asleep, a drunk guy in
first class started complaining about how he couldn’t sleep and the
drinks were weak and the service was lousy. It had taken two
blankets, three pillows and my own copy of Playboy to shut him up.
Why do people think that the life of a flight attendant is all fun and
games? Jetting to Hawaii isn’t nearly as exciting when you have
to turn around and head to Kansas City half an hour later.

The only bright spot was the pair of babes in aisle thirty. I
could’ve sworn the dark-haired one, who looked Hispanic, winked at me the
last time I went by. Hey, they’re buzzing me.

“Don’t worry, Rina, I’ll get it.”
“Thanks, Mike, I’m crashing.”
“Don’t say that too loud.”
“Very funny.”

Hah. I crack me up. Well, let’s see what they want.
Probably just a pillow.

“Hi, honey.”
“Hello, ma’am, what can I do for you?”
“Well, it’s kind of complicated. See, my friend here, she’s always
wanted to be a pilot, and she’d really love to get a look at the
cockpit. It’s so quiet now, we thought it might be a good time.”
“Ummm…well, I’m not sure if the captain would approve of that,
ma’am”.
“But you could ask, couldn’t you?”
“Sure thing. Just hold on a minute.”

Well, Tony didn’t seem to mind too much, since it was so quiet
and such a slow flight. So I brought them forward. Then things got
really weird.

“What’s your name, captain?”
“I’m Tony, miss, and my co-pilot here is Christopher, and that’s Mike,
your flight attendant, over by the door.”
“Must be pretty boring for you up here…”
“Well, we have to check the instruments fairly often – every twenty
minutes or so.”

The blond looked over at the Hispanic girl, and asked, “Do you
think twenty minutes is enough?” She replied, “Should be plenty.
Check your instruments, please, gentlemen.” and coolly, calmly,
started unbuttoning her shirt.

“Now, gentlemen, we’d like you to settle a little bet for us, if you
don’t mind. My friend and I were debating which of us could do the
best strip-tease. We’d like to demonstrate for you, and ask you to
judge, if that’s okay with you?”

None of us were about to object, that was for sure. The blond
came over to me, and pushed me over a bit so I was leaning against the
door. Then she leaned against a wall and watched the show.

The Hispanic girl had long wavy black hair, almost to her
waist, swinging loose behind her back. She had been wearing a sort of
lacy black sweater, but she’d just finisehd unbuttoning it and was
slipping it off, one smooth brown shoulder at a time. Underneath was
a cropped white tank and a long, loose black skirt.

“What’s next, guys, shirt or skirt?”
…End of the part1. To be continued..

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I don’t know, but for some reason I always felt different. The other girls in my

class were all starting to go boy-crazy and I just didn’t get it. I dated a

little, kissing, getting felt up, but it never really seemed to be as interesting

as the other girls made it out to be. It wasn’t as if the boys weren’t

interested in me. I have dark red hair and a fair complexion. The boys all

considered me pretty, even though I thought my breasts were still too small and

my butt too big.

But still, I just never found boys all that interesting. I had guy friends, it

wasn’t like I didn’t like guys, but I just didn’t like them the way all my female

friends semed to. I started to worry that I might be gay. I knew that there

were a lot of people in my small town who disapproved of homosexuality. And I

was raised to think that it was wrong to like somebody your own gender, that way.

So when I started to find myself attracted to the other girls in my class, I got

very worried. I became depressed and moody and started to shut myself off from

my friends.

One day, after gym class, I was changing in the locker room and noticed Terry.

She was very tall, almost six foot. She had flowing dark brown hair halfway down

her arched back and a trim, athletic build. I couldn’t keep my eyes off her.

She had just started school here, she had moved in from Colorado. She was

lovely. At night, when I couldn’t control myself any longer, and started to

touch myself, it was her angelic face that was in my mind’s eye.

It didn’t take long for me to develop a giant crush on Terry. I was thinking

about her day and night. But I was so ashamed, I kept it to myself, withdrew

even further into myself. My parents made me see a psychiatrist and what few

friends I still had were very worried about me.

I started to feel more and more ashamed of myself. I caught myself staring at

the other girls in the locker room almost on a regular basis. And in the shower,

I’d watch them soaping up their bodies and rinsing themselves in the hot, steamy

water. There was a shower stall that was around a corner and you couldn’t see

into and I’d sneak off in there and put my fingers on my hot little pussy and

masturbate furiously and try to squelch my moans. I always tried to not get

caught. But I was worried that sooner or later, one of them would catch me.

Then, something happened. It was after shcool. It was two days until Christmas

vacation and things were slowing down. Most of the kids were vacationing with

their parents early and school was almost deserted. I went to get my stuff out

of my locker before leaving. When I opened it, a note fell out. I looked around

before I picked it up. I opened it and read what it said, “I saw you. I know.”

It felt like I had been hit in the stomach. I felt sick and ran to the girls

room to throw up. I tried to regain my composure, but every time I thought I was

just about calmed down again, I’d start to cry or shake. I was at least thankful

that I had the bathroom to myself. The next day, I faked sick so I wouldn’t have

to got to school and face it. Since my parents were at work and my sister and

brothers were all at school, I was alone in the house. I couldn’t make up my

mind if it was a good thing or not. I was alone, but that left me with no

distractions. I worried all day and then I started to cry again. I ran to my

room and put my face into my pillows to keep from beig heard should anybody come

home early. Who was it that had seen me? What would they do? They’d probably

get their friends together and beat me up. Or report me to the guidance

counselor, who’d probably tell my parents. They already had me going to

thearapy, they’d probably send me to a nuthouse if they knew I was looking at the

other girls in the showers.

All through Christmas vacation, I worried about it. I was a wreck and my parents

were loosing patience with me. They were not tolerent in any sense of the word.

They wanted me to straighten up and start acting like a normal sixteen-year-old.

And I could hardly get out of bed in the morning.

Finally, vacation ended and I had to go back to school. I went through the first

three classes constantly worried. I was a nervous wreck. I couldn’t pay

attention and got yelled at by two teachers, which made it even worse. I tried

to keep my eyes to myself, but eventually, I started looking around, to see if

anybody was looking at me. I knew in my head that they were all watching me,

the little dyke. They were all looking for some oppurtunity to do whatever it

was they were planning to do. But whenever I looked around, I didn’t see
…End of the part1. To be continued..

My First Massage With A Man

Administrator — Sun, 23 Sep 2007 08:34:03 +0000

My name is Robert and I am now married to Ania, who I have written

true stories about, but this story is about my first gay experience.

While I was living in the West Country I learnt massage as a second

income to my small business that I was running. It only took few

lessons to learn massage and as I am sure you realise it good fun.

Touching ladies and having fleeting touches in various places and they

are never sure if it was on purpose, part of the massage or just an

accident.

Anyway I put an advert in the local paper advertising a nice relaxing

massage after the hard day at work. I had a few ladies phone up but I

had one guy who phoned up and for some reason I thought it would be

OK. So I arranged a time and turned up at his house. His name was

George, medium height, slightly over weight, balding and he was in his

early 50’s. I arranged my massage bed in the middle of the room,

pulled the curtains and dimmed the light.

I rubbed some oil into my hands and started the massage. George wanted

his back massaged first, it was unusual as massaging the back relaxes

you the most. First on one foot then the other working my way up his

legs, all the time he kept on lifting his arse off the table and open

his legs slightly. I didn’t take any notice. I got to his shoulders

and he started to breath louder. I had only massaged ladies up to this

day and they just lay their and enjoy the feeling of the massage. Once

again I didn’t take any notice, as long as he was enjoying it the more

I got paid usually.

I asked him to turn over and I gave him a small towel to cover his

middle he said it didn’t matter if I didn’t mind, so it was left off.

I started at his feet again and worked up, as I got to the top of his

thigh he opened his legs so I could get to the muscle. I brushed his

balls as I was doing this and he gasped out loud. He started to get

and erection his dick was only about 3 inches long when erect. When I

got to his chest I rubbed around his nipples, as there is no reason to

touch them, this excited him as well. I must be very naive, as I

didn’t realise what was happening to him. When I worked down his arm I

was laying it against me leg for support and this gave him the

opportunity to touch my leg. All the time he was apologising for the

erection and touching my leg he said it was the best massage he had

had and it was very stimulating.

When I got to the other arm he was getting more advantageous as he was

lifted his arm slightly, which I hadn’t noticed and this allowed him

to brush my dick end. It was then that I realised what he was up to. I

didn’t move away as I knew I was in control of things. When I finished

he asked if I would like a massage and he said he would pay me double.

I agreed and got on the table. He made an excuse about the table being

to high for him and he set some cushions on the floor and I laid down

on these. He started to massage me back first rubbing right up the

legs straight away. When he got to my arse he kept on running his

fingers up and down the crack. When he massage my fleshy bum cheeks he

pulled them a part and massaged my arse hole very lightly. He must

have been in sheer heaven to have some lay there and let him touch

them. When he got to my waist he pushed his hands under me and touched

my dick, it was getting hard at this point.

When he had finished he told me to turn over. He told me not to worry

about the erection, so I just lay there with my eyes closed. When he

go to my arms he held it in such a away that it was brushing his small

dick all of the time. I had never touched a guy before and it felt

strange but not bad enough to pull away. He started to comment on my

dick as it was fully erect at this point. it was bigger than his about

8 inches long and not a bad width either. I’ve never had complaints

anyway. When I though he had finished he said I will sort that out for

you if you want. I just nodded. He gripped my erection and wanked me

off into the towel. After I cum I got dressed, got paid and left.

Two days later he asked if I wanted to go back so massage him, I said

yes and returned that afternoon. Then same happened again for few

visits. Then after about 3 visits he got more adventurous and told me

to close my eyes and think and I felt him give me my first male

blowjob. It was good but strange to see a guy have his head in my lap.

The visits got longer with him licking me all over, sticking his

tongue into my arse, using his finger s while he sucked me.

At one stage I told him to put an condom on and I sucked him, as it

was small it was no problem. I had often thought what it would be like

to suck a dick, I must admit it was good. As it went on he wanted me

to use pegs on his nipples wank him off as he sucked me, and spank his

arse while massaging him. It was good money as I was enjoying to as

well.

I lost contact with him for while as I moved abroad but each time I

got back to the UK I looked him up. While abroad I went to porno

cinemas and had guys wank, and gobble me, but that is another story.

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