“Very much. My room’s right there on the right.”
As soon as they were in the room, Jerome pulled Brenna against him. “You’re a very sexy woman,” he said. “Are you sure about this? I don’t want you to do anything you aren’t completely certain of.”
“I know I’m very attracted to you.” Brenna started unbuttoning his shirt. “And I know I feel a connection to you. We’re a lot alike, I think. It’s been a long time since I’ve felt this close to anyone. I want you, Jerome. I’m sure.”
They kissed again. Jerome pulled Brenna’s satin top out of her slacks and slid his hands under it. He caressed the bare skin of her back. For the first time, he was able to put any thoughts of Lena out of his head. Brenna was here now. Maybe he really could start over.
Brenna managed to finish unbuttoning Jerome’s shirt, and eased it off his shoulders. He broke the kiss and stepped back to remove it completely. “Sexy chest,” Brenna said. She kissed the center of it. “You don’t look old, Jerome. No more calling yourself an old man.”
“Let’s see how I do keeping up with you before we decide if I’m old or not.” Jerome pulled her shirt up, and Brenna raised her arms so he could pull it off over her head. “Your chest is pretty damn sexy too,” Jerome said.
“You can’t see it all yet.” Brenna reached behind herself and unhooked her bra. She allowed it to fall to the floor, revealing her firm, round breasts. “Now you can tell me I’m sexy.”
“You definitely are.” Jerome drank in the sight of her, the second naked woman he’d seen in his life. “You’re beautiful, Brenna.”
“Touch me.”
Hesitantly, Jerome touched the sides of her breasts. Brenna sighed. Growing bolder, Jerome ran his thumbs over her nipples. “Oh, god!” Brenna said. “That feels so nice, Jerome!”
“I’m glad.”
He brought his lips back to hers. His tongue explored her mouth as his hands explored her breasts and chest. Brenna’s breathing became heavier. After a moment, Jerome broke the kiss and took one small, hard nipple into his mouth. “Jerome!” Brenna exclaimed.
“Problem?” he asked without releasing her nipple.
“Yes. That feels so good my legs are shaking. Let’s lie down before I fall.”
“Wait.” Jerome let go of her and unfastened her slacks. He slid them down until they fell on their own to puddle on the floor at her feet, leaving her in only bikini panties. “Now you can lie down.”
“If my pants are off, shouldn’t yours be too?”
“Good point.”
Jerome took off his pants and lay on the bed in his boxers, trying to ignore his fear of what Brenna would think of his body. His skin was beginning to sag or wrinkle in places; he looked like a fifty-year-old. But somehow he didn’t think that mattered to Brenna. He held out his arms to her. “Come here.”
Brenna lay beside him and nibbled his ear. “You look wonderful,” she whispered. “Good enough to eat. Can I?”
“You can do anything you want, honey.”
With a smile, Brenna slid down so her mouth was even with his crotch. She slid down the top of his boxers. “Nice cock,” she said.
“It likes to be kissed.” Though Lena had only rarely given him blowjobs. She hadn’t liked the taste.
Brenna didn’t even hesitate. She took him in her mouth, all the way to the base. It felt amazing. Jerome closed his eyes and enjoyed the sensation until he felt himself about to explode. “Brenna, better stop unless you want a mouthful,” he warned.
She released his cock. “How long does it take you to get hard again when you come?”
“I don’t know. I’ve never come more than once in a session.”
“Your wife never sucked you off then got you hard again?”
“She never sucked me off, just sucked long enough to get me hard when she bothered at all.”
“Stupid woman.” Brenna wrapped her hand around his cock. “I want to taste your cum, but I want to feel you inside me more. I’ll have to taste you some other time.”
“There’ll be plenty of time for it,” Jerome agreed. “At least, I hope there’ll be other times.”
“I hope so too.” Brenna shimmied out of her panties. “Can I ride you?”
“Please do.”
Brenna straddled him and lowered herself onto his cock. As he entered a woman other than Lena for the first time, Jerome caught his breath. Brenna’s pussy was warm and tight, and felt amazing. “I don’t know how long I’ll last, honey,” he said.
“I don’t know how long I will either. It’s okay.” Brenna rode him faster. “This is wonderful, Jerome! Ah, god!”
A moment later, her pussy clenched on his cock. The contractions of Brenna’s orgasm pushed Jerome into his own. “Brenna!”
Brenna lay against him, his softening cock still inside her. “Thank you, Jerome,” she said softly.
“Thank you, sweet lady.” Jerome kissed the top of her head. “Would you like to stay tonight?”
“I would, but I can’t. I’m sorry.”
“No problem. Get dressed and I’ll take you home.”
“Could I shower first?”
“Of course.”
Jerome showed Brenna to the bathroom, but left her alone while she showered. He would have liked a second round while she cleaned up; just the thought made his cock twitch. But if she wasn’t staying, he didn’t want to keep her too much longer. He might get too tired to drive.
After Brenna was dressed, Jerome drove her to her apartment building. “It was a wonderful night,” he said. “Thank you again for talking me into going to the bar. And for everything afterward.”
“Likewise,” Brenna said.
An awkward silence fell. Jerome gathered his courage and broke it by saying, “I’d love to see you again tomorrow night. Dinner, maybe?”
Brenna’s smile lit her face. “I’d love that. Pick me up at seven?”
“Done. And if you’d like, maybe we could spend the night together.”
“I would like.” She leaned over and kissed his lips. “Good night, Jerome.”
“Good night.”
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Over the next few weeks, Jerome and Brenna saw each other as much as work and sleep permitted. On weekends, Jerome got used to waking beside her; after their first night, she never went home after lovemaking. They agreed not to let anyone at work know about their new relationship, though of course office gossip being what it was, almost everyone knew anyway.
Then one night, Brenna didn’t answer Jerome’s phone call. At work the next day, she didn’t stop by his desk, and wasn’t at her station when he went looking for her. That night’s calls also went unanswered. What had he done wrong?
Finally, after two days without contact, he caught up to her in the copy room at work. “What’s going on, sweetheart?” he asked. “Why haven’t you called me back?”
“I- I can’t talk to you right now.”
She tried to push past him, but he caught her arm. “Brenna, you can talk to me about anything. Don’t do this to me, please. Whatever’s wrong, we can work it out. Just don’t give up on me.”
“It isn’t you.” Brenna burst into tears. “Jerome, you’re going to hate me.”
“I could never hate you, honey. What’s wrong?”
He half expected her to say she’d cheated on him. He thought he might even be able to forgive her for it. Nothing could have prepared him for what she said next. “I- I’m pregnant.”
Jerome stared at her in shock. “You’re what?”
“I’m so sorry, Jerome! I never meant for it to happen. I just didn’t think- we never used anything. I should have been on birth control, but I was just stupid!”
“Hey now.” Jerome gently grasped her shoulders. “You aren’t stupid, or if you are, so am I. I didn’t even think of protection. I’m old enough to know better. So were you just going to keep this a secret from me?”
“Only until I got the nerve to tell you. I’m so sorry.”
“Don’t be sorry. There’s only one thing we can do about it.”
“What?”
Jerome smiled. “Get married.”
“Are you serious?”
“Sure am.” He kissed her. “You were right, the night we went to the bar. You never are too old to start over. You’ve helped me start over, Brenna, and I want you to be part of the rest of my life. Maybe I’m too old to be a father, but I’m sure as hell willing to try. Are you willing to marry an old man?”
Brenna smiled. “Of course I’ll marry you. And you aren’t old.”
“You’re right, I’m not. You’ve made me feel young again.”
The End
Seducing Brian
I had to go to Sacramento for a surprise party and my husband wasn’t able to go. It was to be the biggest surprise for my mom’s 60th birthday. I was going to stay with my brother at his house until the night of the party. Well, when I got to Joe’s house I was unaware that his best friend Brian was also still living with him, since he was supposed to have moved out a couple of weeks earlier. I used to baby-sit my brother and Brian when they were younger (I’m 5 years older than them). I hadn’t seen Brian in almost 10 years and he really turned into a hunk. My husband and I had fantasized about me fucking another guy while out of town or away from each other and this started me thinking about that fantasy. I was going to be setting up Joe’s house for Friday night, and after he got off work around noon we would go and get all the food.
I got up early Friday morning and started to do dishes that Joe, Emily and Brian had racked up over a two day period. I took an early shower and shaved my legs and pussy extra smooth, and I put on my shortest shorts and crop top (this shows of my flat stomach and belly button piercing and the tattoo I have on my lower back). I wore my high-heeled sandals, which I get plenty of looks with, and waited for Brian to wake up. He got up around 8:00 a.m. and his tongue almost hit the floor when he saw me in the kitchen. I said “good morning” and he couldn’t stop from looking me up and down. I offered to cook him some breakfast and he gladly accepted. I kept making all kinds of body gestures to give him good views, like bending over to get things out of the cabinets and getting up on my tip-toes and stretching for high items.
I knew he was ready when I saw his cock growing inside his pajama bottoms. I let him eat and sat next to him swinging my foot and watched him follow my foot like a pendulum. I then asked him, is there anything or anyone else you would like to eat? I thought he would pass out. I told him how good looking he had become and that I would love to fuck his brains out. Brian stood up and I grabbed his cock, which was now fully engorged, and he gave out a low groan as I felt it pulse from my touch. I pulled his pants down and dropped to my knees, wrapping my lips around the head. I sucked his cock for about five minutes and then went to work on his balls, which to my enjoyment were shaved clean, as I prefer.
I then led him to the couch and sat him down, as I sucked and licked his balls while stroking his cock with my hand. Brian started to come when I crouched down further and began to lick the area behind his balls. I did this for about a minute when Brian stated he was cumming. I wrapped my lips around the head and Brian held my head as his hips shot forward and sent long streams of cum to the back of my throat. I love the taste of cum and I didn’t miss a single delicious drop, and Brian watched as I placed my tongue against the vein. From his balls, I licked upward toward the head, pushing up any remaining cum out of the tip and then licked that off.
I then got up and undid my shirt revealing no bra, and then turned and seductively wiggled my ass out of my tight shorts and bent over in front of him showing him my shaved pussy. Brian jumped off the couch and dropped to his knees and buried his face in my pussy and began eating me from behind. When his tongue hit my clit, I came immediately and tried to pull away from the overpowering sensation. Brian had other plans and flung me onto the couch and pulled my legs apart, buried his face into my pussy, and ate me out to four more orgasms. I begged him to fuck me, so he put his cock against my wet pussy and used his weight to plunge his cock all the way in, causing pain and orgasm at the same time.
Brian held my ankles for support and plowed into me for about ten minutes, causing me to cum an unknown amount of times. Then he pulled out and flipped me over and hung me over the back of the couch, then grabbed my waist and shoved back inside me. He pounded my pussy hard and fast, causing his balls to slap my clit, which caused me to orgasm about every 20 seconds. Then he grabbed my shoulders, which caused my back to arch and allowed his cock to hit other erogenous spots, putting me on the verge of fainting. I begged him to cum, because I couldn’t take much more of his awesome fucking abilities. Brian then put his chin on my shoulder and whispered in my ear that he wasn’t through with his little fantasy.
He pulled out of me and grabbed me, throwing me over his shoulder like a fireman and carried me upstairs. I was a little scared, but also excited to be treated like a warrior’s prize. Brian threw me on the bed and forced my legs open, then pushed his cock back into me. He held my legs apart with his arms, and I could feel his balls slapping at my anus giving me more pleasure. Brian then whispered that he was close to cumming. He had always wanted to fuck the shit out me for the way I used to tease him as a child, using my tight little body. Then he tried to kiss me and pressed his lips to mine and forced my lips open. When his tongue hit mine I was his. I began to feel other desires inside me and I found myself kissing him back. He was a great kisser!
Then he pulled his mouth off of mine as I tried to reach his lips and cried out that he was cumming. With about ten hard thrusts, he made me cum again. He held me still as his cum shot into me, causing one last orgasm as he filled me with his juices. He lay on top of me for a few minutes and then got up and left the house. I stumbled to the bathroom on weak legs and took another shower. Afterwards, I pulled on a simple red sun dress with spaghetti straps that covered my legs to mid-thigh. Underneath I wore a matching red lace bra and thong. I slipped my feet into strapped red sandals that exposed my toenails that were painted bright red.
When Brian came back and saw me, his handsome face smiled, and I knew he wanted it too. He looked so sexy in his dark jeans and tight t-shirt. I could almost picture him naked. I walked around doing my best to walk sexy. I felt his eyes on my small ass, as I walked to the counter in the kitchen. I pulled my self up onto the counter and sat facing him, swinging my legs. He looked me head to toe and told me I looked good enough to eat. I gave him the naughtiest look I could muster and said I hoped he would say that. As he sat staring at me, I began to raise my dress up my silky smooth thighs. I pulled it up enough for him to see my red thong and I spread my legs for him.
By this time he appeared to be breathing as heavy as I was. I could tell by the look in his eyes and the sudden bulge in his pants that he was going to give me just what I wanted. He walked forward and I felt my pussy get even wetter in anticipation of his touch. He kissed me hard on the lips and grabbed a handful of my long thick ash blonde hair. I moaned into his mouth and then sucked his tongue, showing him exactly what I wanted to do to other parts of him. I told him that I was sick of being a good girl and that tonight I was going to be so naughty just for him. I told him I wanted to try everything, and he just nodded. At first I thought he was apprehensive of Scott arriving tomorrow. The look in his eyes was so intense.
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But then he ordered me to slip the straps of my dress down my arms. I did and the top of my dress puddled down to my middle, where I had gathered the hem. Now both my thong and bra were exposed. Brian told me that I had a beautiful body and I thanked him by unhooking my bra. When he groaned, I knew that he liked my tits. My rosy pink nipples hardened as he stared at me. When he got closer and began to suck my nipples, I couldn’t help but cry out. He played with my breasts and teased the nipples by tugging them into little peaks. My pussy felt like it was electric by this point. I just kept moaning and begging him to do everything to me.
Next, he slid his hand into my thong and slid a finger into my hot pussy. It felt so naughty and so delicious. He moved it around until he found my clit. I almost jumped off the table in a wave of pleasure! He told me to slide my thong and dress off, so I did. Then he quickly removed his clothes. My imagination did not do you justice. His body was so big and toned, and I never could have imagined that his cock would mature to be so big and thick. He ordered me to lift my heels to the counter and spread my knees apart. This way I was completely open to his gaze. Brian stared at my pussy, and I felt like such a bad girl when he told me that it looked ripe like a peach; so juicy and pink.
The minute his tongue touched my swollen clit I was in heaven! Brian licked up and down my slit and even stuck his tongue inside me. I remember I thrashed and cried out until I had my first orgasm. Then he kissed me and I could taste my hot sweet juices on his tongue, which made me want to taste him! I hopped off the counter and took his rock hard cock in my hand. I licked it gently at first, and then I began to really get into it. I took him faster and deeper into my wet hot mouth. I could feel him fill my mouth and throat with his cock. I could barely take it he was so big. But then Brian stopped, saying that he didn’t want to cum yet.
Instead, he asked me to turn around. I did and he cursed and said I had the hottest, roundest, firmest little ass he’d ever seen. He told me to bend over and I did. Then he put me back on the counter and spread my legs. He began to rub the head of his cock up and down my slick pussy making me crazy. I couldn’t believe I was now BEGGING him to fuck me. I couldn’t believe the words coming out of my own mouth. The next thing I know, his hard cock was sliding into my little wet pussy inch by slow inch. I remember he actually growled out the words, “Fuck, you’re tight!” He began pumping into me slowly while rubbing my clit. Pain turned to pure pleasure as I matched his thrusts, as he fucked me harder and harder.
He took me in his arms and picked me up, and I wrapped my ankles around his waist. Brian bounced me up and down on his huge cock until I was screaming his name and telling him that I loved having his big cock inside me. I rode him hard until we both came, and I could feel him fill me with his cum, all hot and sticky. He just held me to him and kissed me. When he asked if I would come to his room the next night for more, I of course said yes! When I told my husband what had happened, he fucked me just as hard and good, as always!
After Mom’s birthday party, the three of us ended up in the hot-tub at Joe & Em’s. The guys kept complimenting me and getting me drinks and soon I was starting to feel a bit horny and talk started toward sex. I had gathered that Scott had told Brian all about our secret trysts as a threesome with others, because Brian kept flirting big time, and as we were sitting quite close in the tub his leg kept brushing against mine, sending hot little twinges to my pussy. Afterwards, we headed back into the house. I told the guys that they must be pretty tired after being up all day and offered them a massage. Brian put his hand up first. I prepped an area on the floor in our room and told him to get undressed.
As the night was really warm, I said it was best if we all got naked so no-one felt uncomfortable. The guys thought this was a pretty good idea. I noticed they both had semi-hard-ons, yummy I thought. Brian lay on the floor face down, and I smothered him with warm soapy water. I gently but firmed started to massage Brian’s back, slowly working my way down his legs and feet, then back up towards his shoulders. I asked if he had ever had a body slide before, and he reckoned he hadn’t, so I straddled his back and started to rub my clean shaved pussy against his butt cheeks. I slid up toward his back using my tits and pussy. I moved around his body so he could feel my wet pussy.
I asked him to turn over, which he did to reveal a rock hard erection. I continued with the body slide and moving my body over his, making his cock tease the entrance between my labia, but not letting him in. The tease was agonizing and he was on the verge of cumming, but I stopped just before. Scott was sitting on the lounge chair watching the show while playing with his cock. I slid high on Brian so my pussy was hovering over his face, and asked him to start licking my pussy. He flicked his tongue over my clit and started nibbling on the hard button making me cum instantly.
I motioned for my husband to come over to me. I grabbed his cock in my hand and used my mouth to suck it, while Brian kept nibbling at my clit until I came again. I wanted to feel both of these wonderful cocks in me, but where to start. I gave Scott his cock back, but promised it would be just a minute. I got up and went to the lounge chair. I told Brian to sit in the chair. I slowly slid down on his cock; this was new and I had wanted this for a while, so I was savoring the moment. I asked Scott to kneel behind me so he couldposition himself to enter my pussy from behind. Suddenly we were joined by Harry, my brother’s brother-in-law. I motioned Harry to stand next to me and I took out his cock and put it into my mouth.
WOW three cocks at once how awsome!! Soon we were all moving into a grinding rhythm, and before I knew it, I had cum about ten times. My two guys in me were cumming together in my pussy just as Harry blew in my mouth, and I swallowed it all and cleaned it up. I had my back arched so that I could take Harry’s cock all the way down to his balls. I could feel his cock as it started to swell; his body trembling. He came all over my face and tits just as Brian, Scott and I climaxed together. The time to regroup and revive was spent by my tits getting sucked and my cum filled pussy finger banged. Soon enough the guys were all hard as rocks, and I moved over to the edge of the bed and climbed on top of my husband with my butt raised up on the air.
I guided our friend behind me and put both cocks in my pussy; that was the most incredible feeling I have ever had. Nothing matches the feeling of two cocks pumping inside my pussy at the same time! Needless to say the guys didn’t last long as they filled my pussy full of cum. I was definitely full but not satisfied, and I didn’t know when I would have this opportunity again, so I made the most of the night. I ordered my three guys around so I got to fuck them all and drink each one. I am sure they all had a good time and will fantasize about that night for a while.
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The next night was basically a repeat of the previous. Joe and Emily had gone into town to catch dinner and a show and wouldn’t be back for hours. We entered Brian’s room this time and closed the door, immediately undressing. My pussy was dripping wet at this point and I wanted cock in me now. Skipping the foreplay, I climbed on top of Brian against the door and fucked him, being held up with his eight inch cock. We continued fucking as we moved to the bed, where he fucked me doggie style. I started screaming with pleasure, and then there was a knock at the door, and Harry came in. At first I was puzzled to why he walked in, then I just went with the flow and he started undressing. When he was undressed, he took the place of my new friend and started pounding my pussy from behind.
Brian watched with pleasure, while he jerked him self off. After a few moments, I got up and walked over to my new friend and climbed onto his throbbing cock, and started pounding him hard, then Harry came up behind me and started rubbing his cock against my asshole, piercing inside a few times while I fucked Brian. Finally, he pushed with all his might and entered my ass. Being fucked in the pussy and the ass is a wonderful thing, although I prefer both in my stretched pussy. I was going back and forth between the two cocks, in the pussy then in the ass, back and forth. I was screaming with unbelievable pleasure, knowing that the two cocks could feel each other between the thin membranes inside me.
I then climbed off Brian and turned around and faced my husband and climbed on his rock hard cock and proceeded to fuck the hell out of him, as Harry re-entered my ass. This continued for another ten minutes or so until Harry blew his load in my ass, withdrawing so his cum leaked out my ass hole and down my leg. And with a few more thrusts, my husband started to cum in my pussy. My body was going limp at the time from all the force my body had taken with two cocks fucking the hell out of me. With cum everywhere, we ended up in the shower; the four of us. It started all over again, with two guys going back and forth from my pussy to my ass, and back and forth between them too, and the third in my mouth. Thank God, Joe and Em have a large walk-in snail shower.
With the hot showering of the four of us, washing our cum away, we retreated to the living room for a beer. My eyes had fluttered closed, as I began stroking my clit while Brian and Harry watched, but quickly opened again when I felt a hot tongue slither me, chasing my fingers away. I looked down to see Brian’s blonde head between my thighs.
“Tastes good, doesn’t she?” Scott asked, as he began rocking into me again. His eyes watching my face, as I began moaning even louder. My body was thrashing on the couch and my hands found their way to my nipples, which I began twisting and pulling on.
“Oh, that feels so good,” I cried out.
“What feels good?” Scott wanted to know, as he slowly slid in and out of me, careful not to dislodge Brian from my clit.
“How deep you are going inside me. Brian’s mouth sucking on my clit,” I panted.
Harry slowly pulled one of my feet up towards his mouth, forcing Brian to stop sucking on my clit. Brian was not to be put out though. He laid his head on my lower stomach and began licking my clit. One of my hands went to Brian’s head, my fingers running through his short hair, as his tongue flicked across my clit again and again. Harry had the heel of my foot resting on his chin and my toes spread apart in ecstasy, when his tongue traced the arch of my foot. As Harry’s tongue pushed its way between my toes, I could feel my pussy burning hotter and tighter.
“Oh, God, baby,” I moaned, “Fuck me harder, I want to cum all around you.” My hips were rocking harder and faster, wanting Scott to fuck me hard, fast and deep, but not wanting to lose the feeling of Brian’s tongue against me either.
“Not yet,” Scott said, as he pulled his cock completely out of me, leaving me feeling so empty, wanting desperately to fly off the edge he had left me on. My fingers pushed Brian’s head harder against my clit, grinding him into my pussy as I sought my release with him, but Scott pushed him away too. My hips continued to rock, seeking what had been denied me, as Scott told Brian to lie on his back on the floor.
Scott sat on the couch and slapped my hands away as I tried using them to push myself off the edge he had left me on. “Trust me,” he said, as he pulled me to my feet, “this will be worth the wait.” Holding my hand, Scott led me around until we were standing next to Brian. “Now, lay on the floor right next to him, " my husband told me.
Unsure of what was going through Scott’s mind, I cautiously lowered myself to the floor. I eased myself until I was flat on my back; close enough to feel the heat from Brian’s body, but not touching him as Jeff stood over both of us. I gazed up at my husband’s body with longing. His strong legs seeming to stretch up for miles before joining together, his hard cock thrusting out from his body, so powerfully commanding the attention it deserves. His hips tapering to his torso, covered in dark hair that ran up to his chest and the nipples, which stood out like hard little marbles. His lips were red and swollen both from our kisses and his habit of licking them when we make love and his eyes glittered with passion.
Bending down to grasp my ankles, Scott pulled my feet straight up in the air making the muscles in the backs of my thighs strain until my ass was lifted off the floor. I was almost unaware of him dragging me over Brian’s body, until my ass was resting on him. I could feel Brian’s hard cock nestled between the cheeks of my ass and his arm came across his body to cup my tit, his thumb rolling over the extended nipple. Gently Scott lowered my feet so that my legs were stretched down Brian’s, and he knelt between our wide spread thighs. Grasping his cock in his hand, Scott guided it into my pussy again, using the thumb on his other hand to press down on my clit as he entered me slowly. Brian’s tongue climbed my neck until it reached my ear where it playfully flicked, causing my body to shiver as he pinched my nipple hard between his finger. I ground my hips against his hard cock, pushing my ass tighter against him before arching my hips to get Scott inside me deeper.
Once Scott was buried completely, he looked at Brian and said, “Now take your cock and put it in her pussy too.”
I rolled my hips to one side to allow Brian to grab his cock from behind my ass, and felt the hot tip roll across my body until he was just at the entrance of my pussy. I could feel the head pressing against Scott’s cock, as Brian began pushing inside me. I groaned at how they were spreading me apart, my body shuddering in pain as Brian’s cock fought against my body to force his way inside me too.
“Easy,” Scott told Brian, as he began stroking my clit. Scott intently watched my face as he rolled my clit between his slippery fingers like a marble coated with oil. “A little more,” Scott whispered, as he watched my body’s reactions.
Scott judged from the way my hips rocked and my facial expressions when I was ready for more, and when Brian needed to stop to allow me to relax and adjust. Scott continued reading my body’s signals and directing Brian until they were both buried inside me, being squeezed by my pussy as Scott’s fingers on my clit finally pushed me over the edge.
“Fuck me,” I cried out as my pussy clenched around them both. My hot cum flowing over them while my hips rocked against them.
As my orgasm began to subside, Scott invited Harry to kneel beside us and stick his cock in my mouth. Scott began stroking his cock in and out of me, spreading my hot cum even further. Still following Scott’s lead, Brian also began to pump in and out of me. I could feel their hard cocks rubbing together, as they matched their rhythm. Having Brian’s cock inside me too meant that Scott’s cock was continuously rubbing against my G-Spot, leaving my body quaking with one orgasm after another.
I followed the pace they had set and rocked my hips against them, arching up to pull Jeff in deeper then pressing my hips down against Brian. “Fuck me, fuck me,” I chanted as we all pumped together. I had one hand down under Brian’s hip, trying to push him up and deeper into me. My other hand jerked Harry’s cock into my mouth, coating my fingers with his cum, which I then rubbed into my hard nipples, my body writhing between the men as I came again and again.
As my pussy began to spasm once more, Brian hoarsely whispered that he was going to cum. “Cum inside me,” I begged as I began fucking him harder. “I want to feel your hot cum splashing the walls of my pussy and your hard cock twitching inside me.”
Just as his cock began spurting, Brian pulled out of my pussy and shot his hot cum all over my pussy and Scott’s balls. The feeling of Brian’s hot cum dripping off him, as well as my pussy hungrily sucking on his cock, sent Scott over the edge as well. Scott grabbed my hips to fuck me hard, pushing himself deeper as his cock erupted inside me. Hot ropes of cum squirted into me, while my pussy milked him dry before he collapsed on top of me. Wrapping my arms around Scott, I rolled away from Brian and Harry and held my husband’s trembling body against mine, as I kissed and licked his sweaty face. Mike turned onto his side and slipped his arm around my waist. I could feel Harry’s mouth nuzzling the back of my neck, as I looked into Scott’s eyes and whispered, “I love you so much,” before we all curled up together on the living room floor.
The End
Centerpiece
The tray was cold and hard. I could feel my flesh shrinking from the way it felt under me.
A shiver stole over me and I felt my nipples growing hard. Of course, being naked as the day I was born could have something to do with the chill. I managed to recline like I was told, on my side, barely able to wait until the tray warmed at my body heat.
“You could have warmed this up,” I muttered.
“Nice,” the chef said acting as if he hadn’t heard a word I said. He smoothed his wide palm over the curve of my sleek hip and moved my bottom leg just enough so that I had balance while straightening the top one. “You will make a beautiful centerpiece.”
“Yeah,” I snapped, already hating this like I knew I would. “I just live to be covered with fruit and flowers and ogled by a bunch of horny college guys.”
The chef just chuckled, tapping me gently on the jaw with his fist.
For the life of me, I didn’t know how I had gotten suckered into doing this, into being the centerpiece at an alumni get together at my brother’s alma mater. His fraternity hosted this damn thing once a year and this year I got to be the edible centerpiece.
Well, yeah, I did know how I got here. I mean, I was the one who made the bet on the football game with him when he was home in December. I was so cockily sure my team would win and his Eagles would swan dive that I’d agreed to do what he wanted if I lost.
We didn’t just lose, we floundered.
That left Denny rubbing his hands in glee and telling me about this little ritual at the Frat house. I guess those Pi Alpha Omegas had some really kinky ideas about food.
“You just have to lay there, Steph,” he’d told me, a grin on his face. “The guy that caters this for us does all the rest. He’s fantastic at making living centerpieces.”
“You want me to climb up on a tray, have fruit and other food draped over me artistically and lie there while your frat brothers feel me up while they eat?” I had asked, with very little enthusiasm as I recall.
“It won’t hurt you,” he said, reminding me with a small pat on my ass that I had lost.
“Besides, remember the bridal shower you made me go to?
“I knew I’d live to see the day you threw that in my face.” But I couldn’t help but remember that day. He’d been great, working like a dog to help me set up and then getting one of his hunky friends to come in and strip for the girls. Then he’d played cab service, making sure that everyone got home all right and finally pouring me into bed later that night. I sighed. I owed him.
“I don’t have to do nothing else?”
“Nope, just lie there. No one will do anything to you that you don’t want to happen.”
I took the last part of that conversation as a warning and felt a shiver of dread. Now that the time was here, my stomach was a mass of butterflies and I could feel gooseflesh covering my skin.
“You look a little cold,” the chef remarked, his eyes on my breasts.
I couldn’t help but glance down, seeing the small brown tips grow tight. “You think?” I know I was being rude but for the life of me, I couldn’t find it in me to care. “Can we just get on with this?”
“Yeah, sure,” the man said, pulling down on his white jacket.
That’s when I saw his name. Pierre Lefute. If he was French, then I was a guy.
“Turn your head,” he ordered, and I did as he said, feeling his fingers in my hair. He pulled out the rubber band I’d used to keep my thick, sable colored hair back, slipping it into his pocket before he finger combed my hair. The waves and curls looked startlingly dark against the silver of the tray, and he arranged it the way he wanted it to look, the length just long enough to touch the edges of the tray.
“Okay, now on your side, slip your hand under your cheek. I want you to have a dreamy look, kind of like you just woke up after some very naughty dream.”
I moved as he wanted, finally getting into a position that left me comfortable and didn’t offend his artistic sensibilities. I had to admit though that I felt very exposed as both my butt and my pussy were out there for anyone to see. It grew worse as I felt his hands on my legs, pushing the straight one back and bending the other one so that it was toward him more. That position raised my hips just a bit more and I knew anyone standing at the bottom of the tray would get a fantastic view.
So absorbed in I in how I must look, I nearly jumped off the tray when he reached over and smoothed his hand over the thick thatch of curls that covered my sex.
“No, no this won’t do at all,” he said and I had a bad feeling what was going to happen next was not something I was going to enjoy. “Have you ever shaved this?” he asked, his fingers pulling gently at my pubic hair.
“No, and don’t think you’re going to do it either,” I snapped.
“Then it must be trimmed. Don’t move,” he snapped back at me as he laid a towel next to my hip. I felt his fingers, heard the sound of the scissors and then felt the cool touch a blade slide over my flesh. I didn’t dare move. He’d probably cut me on purpose.
He finished quickly and then I felt the touch of his fingers and a cool oily substance that he rubbed into my suddenly nude feeling skin. I didn’t dare lift my head to see what he’d done and could only gasp when he spread apart the lips of my pussy and rubbed his fingers against my clit.
“I knew you’d like it,” he said, smirking at me. Before I could speak, he leaned down and licked one of my hard nipples before turning away.
I didn’t even have the chance to be indignant at his familiarities before two more men were standing around me. They carried huge bowls of fruit and Pierre held a large green wrapped package of flowers.
“Do not move,” he ordered.
White daisies were coiled into my hair, strawberries and grapes were scattered around my body. Apples were sliced, formed into shapes and laid against my skin. Peaches and pears were also cut into shapes and glued to my skin using some kind of sugary syrup. Leafy greens were fanned out under the fruit that was on the tray, making me feel like some kind of sacrifice, like a turkey at Thanksgiving.
An apple was cored and sliced, the rings glued to each of my breasts so that my nipples showed through the holes in the centers. Strawberries, matched as perfectly in size as Pierre could make them, were glued over the holes. I felt as if I were wearing some kinky new kind of bikini. But at least I was now covered some what.
More of the syrup was ladled over me, running in trails down my skin, leaving it to shine and making me shiver. One of the other men made curving lines of blueberries over my hip and down my stomach. The other took slices of kiwi and dotted my legs with them.
Then he picked up a paintbrush and dipped it into the liquid, running it around my eyes and across my cheeks. A mask was formed, using raspberries and black berries.
I felt the brush on other parts of my body, but what ever they were using to “paint” me was warm and slightly thick. “What’s that?” I couldn’t help ask.
“Melted chocolate,” Pierre answered, showing me the small palate he held that had small tubs of different colored chocolate. He swirled designs around the fruit, drawing an ivy vine that bloomed with chocolate flowers.
It took them less than half an hour to create their “living centerpiece” while I lay there, feeling less than human. Finally, Pierre stepped forward once more. In his hand was a huge white flower. It looked like a daisy but it was the biggest one I’d ever seen.
“The piece de resistance,” he exclaimed. I felt his fingers once more, parting the lips of my sex, the thick stem of the flower sliding between. He stepped back to examine his work, coming back to fidget with the flower, which rubbed against my clit each time he moved it.
“Are you done yet?” I growled, hating the fact that this whole thing had gotten me turned on. I still had hours to lie on this tray while the alumni plucked the fruit off of my body.
The thought made me even hotter. Was I a closet exhibitionist? Could that be why I was enjoying this so?
“Yes, impatient one. We are finished. Now don’t move, you’ll spoil the effect.” He stepped back and I saw a flash of white light.
“Wait a minute, no one said anything about pictures.”
“Don’t move!” Pierre snarled, reaching out and putting back the fruit that had fallen off of me. He took another picture and then moved around the long table, getting shots from every angle.
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“Voila,” he smirked when he was finished. He waved at his assistants and then lifted the tray, moving me to a long cart. “Have fun, girlie.”
“Have fun?” I couldn’t believe I’d heard him right. I was sticky and covered in fruit and chocolate with a flower stem rubbing against my clit and driving me crazy. This was supposed to be fun? I was going to kill Denny if I ever made it out of here.
Swinging doors parted and I was wheeled into a huge room full of tables. The air conditioning was going full blast and I could feel my nipples tighten even more. I was going to end up with pneumonia, I just knew it. Ending up in the hospital with pneumonia would be a perfect way to get even with Denny. He’d never live down the guilt of being the cause of my death. At least when he helped me, all that happened was someone puked in his car and I even cleaned that up.
Someone touched my hip in one of the few places that wasn’t covered with fruit, chocolate or flowers and I glanced up.
“You’ll do fine.” It was one of Pierre’s assistants, and as I blinked up at him, I couldn’t help but think how cute he was.
“Thanks, I think,” I felt the blush that heated my cheeks and hoped the fruit covered it.
He reached out, straightening one of the lock of my hair that had slipped forward. “I’m Jess,” he said.
“Stephanie,” I replied. “I’d shake hands but…” One of my hands was painted with chocolate flowers, the other was covered with blueberries and cherries.
“We don’t want Pierre on our cases,” he said, glancing back over his shoulder. “The man’s a lunatic but he does know what he’s doing when it comes to this stuff. You look amazing.”
“Really?” I asked, hoping I didn’t sound as self conscious as I felt.
“Really,” he replied. “After this is over, if you want, I can show you the pictures we took.”
“I don’t know, I kind of thought I’d rather forget this entire experience.”
“If you didn’t want to do it, then why are you here?” Jess played with some of the pieces of fruit, acting like he was still working as we talked.
“I lost a bet with my brother. He’s an alumni here.”
“Your brother? He’s going to be here?”
Shit, I hadn’t thought of that!
“Yeah, I guess that’s kind of weird.”
“Okay, well, I gotta get back to work,” Jess said. He let his thumb run across one of the few spots of clean skin on my body, winking as he turned away.
New tingles of nervous energy fluttered in my belly. Why hadn’t I realized that Denny would be here, maybe even one of the guys that would be pulling fruit off of me? God, I was going to kill him.
Minutes passed and I relaxed realizing that there wasn’t much I could do besides jump up and run. I couldn’t do that to Denny, I knew this dinner meant a lot to him and to do it right would up his prestige with the members. A roar of male laughter caught my attention and I moved the tiniest bit, trying to see what was going on.
I needn’t have moved. Men swarmed into the room, tuxedoed and shined, they carried crystal glasses full of golden bubbles. I felt the eyes on me as I kept my position, wishing
I could close my eyes and pretend I wasn’t here. There were about twenty men and I could see Denny, his eyes riveted upon me as he walked in.
“Steph,” he whispered as he walked by. “You look amazing.”
“I feel stupid and exposed,” I growled at him. “You are so going to owe me for this one, even though I lost the bet.”
“Yeah, I’ll pay,” Denny said, a twinkle in his brown eyes. He reached over, playing with the flower that covered my sex, moving it ever so slightly. His smile grew even bigger as he heard me gasp and I narrowed my eyes at him.
“Watch it buddy, or I’ll tell mom,” I hissed.
He laughed. “I dare you,” he smirked. He bent and before my disbelieving eyes, smelled the flower he was playing with, his head so close to my body I could feel a silky brush as his hair touched me.
Shock had me speechless and he lifted his head and winked before turning to walk away.
“Gentleman, if you’ll take your seats, dinner will be served and then we’ll get to the highlight of the evening.” Chairs were moved, the clink of silverware and china sounding loudly in my ears. Toasts were given even as waiters moved through the room keeping glasses filled, distributing expertly cooked cuisine that smelled amazing.
I felt my stomach contract and the growl and heard a laugh close by.
“I think our centerpiece missed dinner,” a deep voice said.
“Well, we can’t have her passing out on us due to hunger and missing the main event, can we?” another voice chimed in.
“No, where would our manners be?”
I heard the sound of a chair scraping back and then saw a wide black and white covered chest in front of my eyes. Looking up, I could see a large man, his body muscled not fat, holding a fork in front of me.
“Open up, pretty one,” he said, waving a bite of rare, red meat in front of me.
“I-I…” was all I got out before he pushed the food into my mouth.
The taste exploded in my mouth, rare prime rib with a delicate mushroom sauce, and I couldn’t help the moan of pleasure that escaped my lips.
I swallowed and another fork was offered, and then another. I had a group of tuxedoed men standing over me, feeding me tidbits of their own dinners. There was just something slightly decadent about being surrounded by these men, most of them well built, handsome and exuding power like it was aftershave.
Then I felt a hand upon my hip, a finger tracing through the chocolate flowers, a yum of delight as I was tasted for the first time. Another hand reached out, plucking a strawberry from the tray, his hand brushing against my ass cheek.
Someone bent over me, his tongue slipping out and trailing up my leg, licking up the sweet, syrupy liquid. Another mouth was at my throat, nibbling on skin left bare of syrup or chocolate, tasting only my own flavor.
“Having fun?” I heard Denny say and I saw him amongst those gathered around me. His eyes were bright, lustful, sending a thrill of naughtiness through me. I wondered if he would join the men who were nibbling at the strawberries covering my nipples. Would he want to do the things to me I could feel being done already?
But he just winked, turning his back and walking off. I followed him with my eyes, seeing him talk to Pierre before someone blocked my view.
The strawberry covering my right nipple was gone, a tongue slowly lapping at the taut peak. Another tongue was at the small of my back, licking up the chocolate that had pooled there. Men vied for position around the small table holding my tray and for a single instant, I wondered if this was what the missionaries had felt like while waiting for the water to boil in the huge pots in all those jungle flicks.
Someone lifted my foot inches from the tray and I felt a warm mouth close over my toes, sucking and then licking at the sensitive pads. I wanted badly to squirm but too many hands were on me now, too many mouths licking or sucking at my skin, teasing my nerve endings. I was on sensory meltdown, my body starting to writhe in pleasure.
I was pushed back on my back, the flower plucked from between my thighs. Someone shouted Denny’s name and I saw the man holding the flower toss it to my brother, like it was some kind of trophy. I felt juice from the strawberries that had been crushed when they’d put me on my back and felt it mix with the blueberries that were pushed off of me by eager hands.
My thighs were spread, someone lifting a slice of peach and rubbing it over my thick lower lips. He brought the fruit to his mouth, smiling as he bit into it. Warm wetness surrounded both my nipples, tongues sliding over my stomach while fingers played with my thighs and slid into my pussy.
At first, nerves had me stiff, but soon I was a massive bundle of need, my hips jerking every time someone touched my clit. I closed my eyes, not wanting to see the group of men around me, but feeling them all the same. Moans and groans filled the air, and for a moment I was surprised to know that they came from me. I’m not a prude, but I’m usually pretty quiet during sex.
I guess you couldn’t call this normal sex though. Mouths moved over me, licking and nibbling, sucking and biting gently at the fruit still on me. Hands plucked and played, one sliding through the wetness between my thighs, a thick finger pushing into my pussy.
One of the men lifted my hand and suddenly it was filled, my fingers wrapped around a thick cock. My eyes flew open and I looked over, seeing the man who had fed me the first bite of food slowly wrapping his hand around mine, then moving it up and down his stiff shaft.
“Is this okay?” he asked and I remembered what my brother had told me. Nothing will happen that I don’t want to.
“Y-yes,” I whispered, my thumb brushing over the spongy soft head of his cock and finding it already wet.
Hands played with my breasts, squeezing and rubbing, picking up handfuls of the now soft fruit and squeezing the mass of juice over my nipples. I heard a wet sound, turning my head from watching the hand job I was giving to see another man, his hands covered with strawberry pulp, rubbing it over his hard cock.
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“Lick it off,” he growled, moving closer to my face so that his cock brushed against my lips.
I couldn’t help myself, so many sensations were overloading my system, so many hands and mouths were caressing and kissing, sucking and touching until it felt like I was strung up on a wire, hanging by one hand. I opened my mouth, my tongue coming out, licking at the warm flesh and sweet juice. Lapping from the bottom of his balls to the head of his cock, I got all the sticky fruit from him before opening my mouth and taking him inside.
He grabbed my head, holding me as he thrust inside slowly, going a little deeper each time until I could feel him at the back of my throat. I gagged slightly and he eased off, making quick little jabs inside and imploring me to suck on him.
Suck on him I did, my cheeks hollowing out, my lips stretched around his straining cock.
My hand moved over the other cock, jerking him off even as another man pushed my legs further apart, his head coming between and his tongue stroking over my clit.
I squealed. I couldn’t help it. I felt that one tiny lick all the way down to my toes which were now curled. A low moan started in my throat as he continued, driving me crazy with torturously slow licks, sometimes purposefully missing my clit and making me wiggle in disappointment. I wanted to reach down and yank his head further into me, but my other hand was taken and another cock was there.
The man in my mouth moved up his pace, his breath growing heavy, his body jerking even as his cock swelled. Suddenly, I felt the first pulse of salty hot sperm hit my throat and I coughed, gagging even as I swallowed the bitter brew. He filled my mouth again and again until finally, with a sigh of satisfaction, he pulled away.
He patted my head and before I could say anything, another man took his place, another cock pressing against my lips. My jaw began to ache and my head started to spin, but I let him use me even as the cocks in my hands started to spray their loads on top of me.
It set off some kind of signal and I glanced around, finding myself surrounded by all these men, cocks in hand, jerking off over my naked juice and chocolate covered body. Even the man in my mouth pulled his cock free. I could hear him using my saliva to smooth his strokes. It was a wet sound and one that I would never forget.
My eyes were wide, my hands falling to my sides, covered in semen from the last two guys who had come on me. I looked around the circle and then, when one of the men shifted, I saw Jess standing in the doorway of the kitchen. His eyes met mine and he grinned, winking at me.
The first spurt of semen landed across my breasts, the hot fluid running down the soft mounds to pool in the valley of my cleavage. The second landed on my thighs, which were still spread, the creamy white stuff trailing over my barely covered mound. I closed my eyes as the next shot landed across my face. Then they were coming, all of them, shooting their cream onto my naked body.
I was covered with jism. It was hot and gooey, a little slimy against my body. It mixed with the juice from the fruit and the syrup and the melted chocolate, pooling in my navel, dripping off my thighs, matting in my hair. I felt the last shot land across my mouth to the accompaniment of some hoarse male laughter and then felt them move away from the tray.
I couldn’t open my eyes. I could only lay there in the quickly cooling pool of semen, listening as the men talked, hearing lighters click and smelling the scent of cigar smoke. I couldn’t stand up, I couldn’t move off the tray because the come had made the tray ultra slippery. I was about to open my mouth, to ask for help, when he spoke above my head.
“It’s okay, Stephanie. You did great.”
“Jess?” I asked. “Can you get me out of here and off this tray?”
“Yes ma’am, right away.”
I felt the cart begin to move and heard the swinging doors into the kitchen.
“Amazing,” Chef Pierre said. “Simply amazing.” He clapped his hands enthusiastically.
“Can you sit up?”
I managed, feeling the gooey stuff dripping off of me. Something was placed in my hands, a wet cloth, and I used it to wipe away the worst of it out of my eyes and off my face. “I can’t go home like this.”
“No one expects you to, Stephanie,” Jess said. He held a small wire basket and I could see my clothes inside. He held out his hand to me and I took it, wanting to apologize for the mess I made of it. “I’m going to take you to where you can get a shower.”
“Thank you,” I said, standing still for a moment and letting my knees lose their shakiness. I’d been more affected by what had happened out there than I thought. My body tingled, my pussy felt empty and achy and my nipples throbbed.
I followed Jess down a tiled hallway, hearing the sound of someone mopping behind me as they cleaned up the mess falling off of me. A doorway appeared on the left side of the hall and Jess opened it, clicking on the light switch.
The bathroom was gorgeous, surprising me. I hadn’t thought to find something spacious and opulent and so well fitted for a woman in a man’s fraternity. The colors were soft, opal and pink with touches of yellow and pale green, the tiles were ceramic, on the floor as well as surrounding the tub and the huge shower. A long counter ran the length of the room with three marble bowls, the opal colored marble shot through with the same colors as the room.
I was afraid to step inside, but Jess waved me in. “You’ll find everything you need in here, Stephanie.”
No I wouldn’t. I knew what I needed and it was marble and ceramic tiles. I needed a man.
“Would you stay?”
“You want me to stay?” he asked, his brows knitting together.
“Oh,” I said, as a thought popped into my head. “You have a girlfriend.”
“No,” he said slowly, smiling. “No girlfriend. Are you sure your boyfriend won’t mind if you entertain a strange man?”
“No boyfriend,” I said simply.
Jess’s smile turned into a wide grin and he pushed me further into the bathroom, closing the door behind himself. He went to the shower, turning on the four heads and checking the temperature of the water. Then he ushered me in with a courtly bow that made me giggle.
I walked into the spray, sighing in relief as the mix on my body rinsed off. Pushing my head back, I picked out a couple of daisies that had stuck in my hair as a result of the matted semen. Then I let the water run through it, enjoying the heat.
“Here,” Jess said, startling me. I hadn’t heard him come into the shower, too intent upon rinsing away the gunk. He lifted the heavy mass of my hair and ran his fingers through it, getting what he could out before lifting a bottle from a small inlaid shelf. Pouring peach scented liquid into his hands, he started to wash my hair.
I’ve had men wash my hair before but for some reason, every sensuous stroke of his fingers, every gentle massage had me moaning with pleasure. I tipped my head back, allowing him every freedom he wanted to take, my hands coming back to rest upon his thighs, sliding up and finding the hard proof of his desire.
His gasp was like manna from the heavens and I stroked his steely shaft with trembling fingers. Even my knees were shaking from the force of the sensations I was feeling. The past two hours had been like an aphrodisiac, turning me into a mass of need. How could I have known that being the center of attention in a room full of twenty lusty men would be such a turn on?
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Jess rinsed my hair, carefully getting out every last bit of soap, then he reached for another bottle and poured golden liquid into his hands. Rubbing them together he began to wash the rest of me, starting with my shoulders.
His thumbs dug into my muscles, stiffened from lying in one position for so long. I moaned again, my head falling forward. “God, I’ll give you a week to stop that,” I almost whimpered.
“I think we’ll run out of hot water before then,” Jess said, slowly thrusting his cock against my hand. I heard the catch in his voice when I squeezed delicately feeling him throbbing and as anxious as I was for what was coming, and I do mean coming.
“You’re beautiful,” he whispered in my ear, sending another shiver through my system until I thought I’d short circuit and then melt into a puddle to be swept down the drain. “I can understand why those men couldn’t leave you alone tonight. I wanted to join them, but this,” he sighed, his warm breath caressing my ear, “is so much better.”
I turned under his hands, facing him. His hands went to my breasts, round and firm, sitting high on my chest. My nipples were rosy and taut, begging for his fingers. He didn’t disappoint me, twisting the hard tips until I let out a wild cry. “I need you,” I whimpered, lifting my leg to wrap around him. “Now!”
Jess laughed, whether at the demand in my voice or my attempts to climb his well muscled form, I didn’t know. All I did know was that he lifted me, his palms cupping the curves of my ass and then spun, slamming me gently against the wall.
I gasped at the feel of the cold tiles against my back, but they were soon forgotten when he lined his cock up to my yearning pussy and slowly began to push inside.
My moan mixed with his groan as I stretched to fit his cock, feeling him fill me slowly, lowering me down until I could take no more. “Oh God,” I whimpered, my face buried in his throat. “That’s so good.”
“Yeah,” he growled, nipping at my shoulder and then my ear before using his palms to raise and lower me over him. He fucked me with vigor, finally pressing me against the wall, using his body to hold me up, his hips undulating in a wonderful rhythm, rubbing against my clit with each new thrust.
I dug my nails into his shoulders, mindless now that he held me there, pinioned against the wall, helpless to his attack. He tortured me, taking me so close, until I was whimpering and begging and then stopping, making me wait no matter how I begged and bitched.
“You’re killing me,” I cried, my teeth nipping at his throat. “Fuck me, damn you!”
Jess’s laugh was like tickling fingers down my spine, making me shiver. I was so close to coming, so close to a huge orgasm. I kicked my feet, my heels beating into his back even as I tried to force him to move over me.
“You want to come?” he asked, lifting his head to look down at me.
“No, what gave you that idea? Yes. Goddamn it.”
I wasn’t prepared for what happened next. Even now, I can’t believe the punishment, the torturous plunging and banging into me, the abuse he put me through. His cock slammed into me, smashing into my clit with each thrust. I could hear his breathing above the sound of rushing water in my head, hear the filthy words he said to me, that only made me wilder.
It was a torturous climb, my heart beat so hard I thought it would beat through my chest, my lungs felt as if they’d never be filled again, my thighs ached and twitched, my pussy burned so wonderfully. I was going to come, I could feel the coil of tension in my belly growing and twining and twisting.
Then I was there. Sharp talons of ecstasy exploded in me, shooting out in waves of heat that prickled over my skin like a thousand tiny pins. My pussy clenched on his cock, the muscles fluttering and grasping around that wonderful piece of flesh. My eyes rolled into the back of my head and I know I screamed, though it was muffled by his shoulder.
He gave three more abusing thrusts and then roared his own satisfaction, pouring his hot seed into my sex, sending me soaring into one more climax until I was nothing more than limp in his arms.
Jess held me, even when my legs fell from his waist, he did nothing more than hold me against him, his hands smoothing over my arms and sides as we both tried to recover.
Finally, he lifted his head, his eyes bright, his cheeks flush. “How did you get here?”
It wasn’t what I’d expected to be the first question out of his mouth. “Denny, my brother, brought me.”
“Finish your shower,” he whispered, dipping his head to find my lips in a slow, soft kiss that spoke more of affection than of sex. “I’ll go find him.”
Disappointment must have been plain in my eyes because he smiled. “I thought you’d want him to know you were riding home with me.”
I know my smile must have been radiant. “Yeah,” I said slowly. “That would probably be best.”
That was five years ago when Jess and I got married .
The End
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Do You Want To Know A Secret?
I sensed that something was bothering Paula almost as soon as she came through the door. It’s something you pick up after almost twenty years of marriage.
“Is something wrong, Paula?” I asked as I watched her fidget with the dinner preparations.
“No, nothing at all,” she responded, perhaps too quickly.
The other thing I had learned in my time with Paula was that she could not be pushed into revealing something until she so desired. To hassle her would be a waste of time, at best, or lead to an argument in the worse case scenario. I set the table and kept my mouth shut.
“Tomorrow evening, I have to go back in to work around seven for a short while, Bill,” revealed Paula. “I have to meet with some parents to go over the lack of progress their children are making.”
“No problem,” I replied as I recalled the conversation I had with Tim Brown earlier that same day.
Tim was the head maintenance man at the high school where Paula taught. He had been in my body shop getting an estimate on repairing a ding in his fender from an all too common interaction with a deer.
He had explained how ridiculous he thought it was to evacuate the entire school tomorrow evening while some special haz-mat guys removed about four inches of asbestos insulation found on a heating pipe in the bus garage. The garage was almost a hundred yards from the school building, but the people in power were taking no chances that any problems would come from the removal. Hence the decision was made to vacate the school, including the nighttime custodial staff.
Now Paula was telling me that she had an appointment at the school that evening? It made no sense. Paula never lied about anything, and especially anything this trivial. Then it occurred to me. It may not be trivial at all. Where was she really going and why? Why did she feel the need to lie? I mulled it over during dinner, and well after. I finally came to a decision and turned my attention to enjoying my wife and our two teenage daughters the rest of the evening.
The next day I asked my newest employee, Steve Milko, into my office and explained what I wanted him to do.
“Just follow Paula and see where she goes and who she meets, Steve. She hasn’t met you yet, so she’ll have no reason to suspect you. I know this isn’t part of the job description, but it’ll be doing me a favor and I’ll pay you overtime for the time you actually spend doing this for me,” I added.
“That’s a deal clincher, Boss!” chuckled Steve. “I won’t have any trouble recognizing your wife from all the pictures you have of her and your kids here in the office. I’ll follow her and give you a full report tomorrow morning.”
I didn’t like what I was doing, but I felt I had little choice. Paula was lying to me. I had to know why. In all my years with her, I had never suspected her of not telling the truth. Now those years of trust were being eroded.
“Well, Boss, I did a pretty good job last night, but you won’t like what I found out,” began Steve as he sat down in the chair in front of my desk. “Your wife met some slick looking dude at the Dew Drop Inn. They sat at a booth in the back, so we bought a couple beers and sat in the next one.”
“Just who the hell is ‘we’, Steve?” I demanded. “I assumed that you understood that this was a sensitive matter and that I didn’t want the whole town to know about it!”
“Shit, Boss. How long have you been married? I can’t just get up and walk out the door anytime I want without telling my wife where I’m going, and what I’m doing. If I try to lie to her, she’ll know it and then my ass will be in a sling. Once Marcie heard what my orders were, there was no leaving her behind. It worked out good because she hears better than I do, and she’s a hell of a lot smarter than I am, although I’ll never admit it to her,” confessed Steve.
“Just get on with the story, Steve,” I responded curtly.
“When I sat down, I noticed the guy had some old magazines on the table. I couldn’t tell what they were, but I know what was in them,” continued Steve. “The prick was blackmailing your wife, Boss. He told her he’d show the pictures in the magazine to you and your kids, and even send some to your wife’s boss if she didn’t cooperate.”
“How much money did he ask her for? What were the pictures? How much time did he give her?” I asked in rapid succession. “What did Paula tell him?”
“Now, Boss. Remember that I’m just making my report here. Don’t kill the messenger, okay?” replied Steve. “He told her that he wanted her to be his mistress and gave her till Monday to make up her mind. Your wife begged him to accept money, but he just laughed at that suggestion. With all due respect, Boss, he told her he wanted to fuck her whenever the mood struck him. There were no options. I had to hold Marcie to keep her from going back and breaking a beer bottle over his coconut. She was hot!”
I considered what Steve had told me. Blackmail was easily thwarted. All it took was the truth. What truth could be so bad that Paula would even consider such a contemptible proposal? Who was this miserable bastard?
“I don’t suppose you caught the name of this guy?” I asked hopefully.
“Boss, we did get his first name. It was Tom. That was all your wife called him,” replied Steve.
“Well shit! That rules out Dick and Harry, but there’s shit-load of men named Tom in the area,” I bitched. “Can you tell me what he looked like?”
A slow grin came to Steve’s face when he heard my question.
“I told you that Marcie was a lot smarter than me, Boss. Before they broke up their little confab, Marcie had the bright idea of me standing up so she could take my picture with her cell phone. The only thing is she missed my handsome mug and took a picture of the asshole blackmailing your wife. I have it right here,” grinned Steve as he pulled a phone from his pocket, punched a couple buttons, and held it in front of me. “Here’s the dude!”
The light in the photo wasn’t the best, but I recognized the man immediately. It was Thomas Mann, educator of the year in 2000, and newly appointed vice-principal of the high school where Paula worked. He almost didn’t get the post because Paula had complained about what she felt was inappropriate behavior between Mann and a freshman girl last year. He told Paula at the time, in private, that she would regret her actions. Apparently he was trying to make good on his promise.
The questions were many. What was he using to blackmail Paula? Why the old magazines? How would Paula respond to this threat? Would she come to me for help? Could she? Would she submit? I knew the answer to the last question… over my dead body!
It was Thursday morning. I had a few days to consider the situation and try to come up with a good solution. If it came down to it, I’d visit the prick Monday and end any dreams he had of sleeping with my wife, or any other woman! It just seemed like a bad idea for me to risk being arrested. Then whatever he was using to blackmail Paula would become public knowledge. How does one thwart a blackmailer?
That evening Paula was quiet and preoccupied. Even our daughters noticed it and asked her if something was wrong. Paula offered some lame excuse about thinking of new ideas for a literature course she was teaching. Somehow, the girls accepted it.
That night in bed, Paula was all over me. She gave me everything a man could ever ask from a wife and would have continued, if I had been able. Afterwards, she put her head on my shoulder and proclaimed her unending love as she clung to me tightly. This thing had her concerned that she might lose me. I could see that much quit clearly.
The next afternoon, just after I got home, there was a knock on the front door. My older daughter, Chris, answered it and called for me. It turned out to be a courier with a package for me, and one for my daughters, Chris and Lisa. By the time I had signed my name, Chris had her package open and was going through the contents.
“These are old magazine pictures of naked women, and one of them is mom!” shrieked Chris.
“Let me see!” insisted Lisa as she grabbed the pages from her sister. “Wow! It is mom, and she’s showing everything!”
“Look how young she is! She was beautiful!” gasped Chris as she looked over her sister’s shoulder. “Dad, when did mom have these taken? Why didn’t she ever show them to us? Why did we get them in some generic package?”
“Your mother will be home soon. You need to ask her those questions. Now let’s sit down and calmly look this stuff over and discuss what we think about everything,” I suggested.
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Twenty minutes latter, Paula came through the front door and sighed. It looked like she had the weight of the world on her shoulders. Then she noticed the three of us sitting on the couch with the pictures spread over the coffee table.
“Oh no!” was all she could manage as realization of what we were looking at washed over her. Tears began streaking her cheeks.
“Mom, come over here and look at these pictures we had delivered a little while ago,” urged Chris. “You never told us about these and we’re all pretty upset about it.”
“I am so sorry, Chris! Those horrid pictures were a huge mistake that I made many years ago. You should never have seen them!” cried a very distraught Paula.
“Mom! You’re so beautiful! We’re upset that you never told us about them and never showed them to us. We want to make copies and put them on our wall. I can’t wait to show my friends how hot my mom was!” exclaimed Chris.
“Yeah, Mom. Dad says that you were even more beautiful in real life than in these pictures. Why didn’t you tell us about them, Mom? You are so cool!” giggled Lisa as she ran to her mother and hugged her.
Paula was obviously stunned for the second time in as many minutes. Her tears had slowed as her daughters showered her with love and compliments. She turned her attention to me.
“Darling, you’re still beautiful,” I told her as I stood and walked to her. “In fact, you look even hotter today than you did all those years ago, and that’s saying a lot!”
I took her in my arms and hugged her to me. She buried her face in my chest and sobbed for a short while and then looked up at me.
“You don’t hate me, Bill?” whispered Paula. “You still love me?”
“More than ever, Sweetheart,” I laughed as I kissed her hard.
“Now that we have all that mushy stuff out of the way, Mom, come over here and tell us all about these photos,” insisted Chris. “We’re dying to hear the story behind these pictures in these magazines. Were you a model or something?”
“My father died when I was a freshman in college. Remember I told you about that, girls? I told you that I worked my way through my first three years of college because my mother wasn’t left with very much money. Well, I posed for photographers that sent pictures into these magazines, and for those calendars men like to look at. They weren’t exactly respectable family magazines. But they weren’t the really bad ones either,” Paula quickly added.
“Posing for these pictures and working weekends as a waitress, was pretty much how I got through college. At the end of my junior year, an uncle I had never met died and left me over ten thousand dollars. I was able to quit posing for those pictures. I kept my job as a waitress and graduated the next year,” concluded Paula.
“Why didn’t you ever tell us about that? Why didn’t you show us the pictures, Mom?” asked Chris. “You look amazing! I hope I have a figure like yours in a couple years!”
“I think that’s obvious, Chris. I’m not proud of what I did. I feel like I betrayed you kids, as well as your father, even though I didn’t know your dad at the time, and you two certainly hadn’t yet been born,” explained Paula. “I was determined to get a degree and a decent job no matter what it took. I compromised my future by being so determined to have one. I have been living in fear that your father would someday find out the truth and leave me. I wouldn’t blame him if he did,”
“You don’t seem to know very much about Dad,” laughed Lisa. “He couldn’t stop looking at these pictures and telling us how incredible you were, and are. He said we should be very proud to have such a beautiful, smart mom.”
“He said that, did he?” marveled Paula. “All these years I have been worried about him finding out and it turns out that it turns him on?”
“Mom!” squealed both girls in unison.
“We’re just little girls, Mom,” laughed Chris. “Save that stuff for the bedroom, please!”
“Sorry, girls. Bill, will come with me and help me get this zipper down on my dress?” asked Paula as she took my hand and headed for the bedroom.
“Don’t forget about our dinner, you two lovebirds!” called Chris, obviously not fooled by the zipper excuse.
The next day was Saturday. I called Steve’s wife, Marcie and asked her if she would be willing to accompany me in a meeting with the school superintendent, Mrs. Gwen Wilder. When I explained what I had in mind, she jumped at the opportunity. Then I called Ms. Wilder at her home and made an appointment for that afternoon, explaining that it was extremely important.
The three of us were sitting around a large desk in the Wilder den. I pulled out a package and placed it on the desk.
“I want you to see these pictures and then listen to a little drama that Marcie overheard, Mrs. Wilder,” I began. “As you go through these, you will see that they are old magazine photographs of my wife, Paula. You will probably notice that she is posing in the nude.”
“And that she has one hell of a figure!” exclaimed Marcie as she leafed through the pile. “I’d really like to meet you wife! She is absolutely stunning.”
“It seems odd that you would bring these to my attention, Bill. Paula was enjoyed a very good reputation in our school. Her work has been excellent and she is tenured. Why even risk that by showing these risqué pictures to me?” quizzed Gwen Wilder.
“Because they exist, Mrs. Wilder. That means they may be used against her at some point in the future, and I fear it may be the near future,” I added. “Paula helped pay for her college education by posing for these pictures. She isn’t particularly proud of them. They are what they are. You can decide if these somehow violate her contract.”
“She wants to keep working at your school but she will not apologize, nor will she beg to keep her job. Moreover, she will not be blackmailed by some cowardly prick,” I stated forcefully. “Now Marcie will relate what she overheard and is prepared to testify to under oath.”
Monday morning came and Paula was obviously agitated.
“That asshole is expecting my answer today, Bill. I told you about the deadline. I don’t understand why he sent the pictures to you and the girls before the deadline,” mused Paula. “Maybe he thinks my fear of being fired will be enough to cause me to acquiesce to his demands.”
“That’s probably it, Paula,” I agreed.
“Still, he’d know that you would ask me who would send those pictures and I would tell you. That would seem to put him at some risk and decrease the likelihood that I would go along with his proposal,” she reasoned.
Who knows what a demented bastard like that thinks, Paula?" I asked. “Don’t try to understand a sick mind like that.”
“I suppose you’re right, but it just seems odd to me,” continued Paula. “I wonder if I’ll still have a job after today. Well, there’s only one way to find out. I love you, Bill. Thanks for being so understanding and forgiving.”
I held Paula tight to me for a long minute, gave her a kiss and opened the door for her.
Paula was working with several students on their lines for the school play that she directed every year. Classes were over for the day and the school was mostly empty. I stood in the wings of the stage, just observing.
About fifteen minutes into the rehearsal, Mr. Thomas Mann burst through a door raving and cursing like a crazy man. His ire was directed at Paula.
“You miserable bitch! I’ve been fired because of you! I’ve a good mind to beat some goddamn respect into you! You’re just a fucking whore!” he screamed as he approached Paula with his fist clenched.
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