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Thanks bro The MilkMan for taking time coming in here to read all the wonderful stories , well if you do have any please feel free to post also .
Here’s one story for you - Title :
More Than Friends
“Ah, damn. It’s been one of those days. I’m glad this day is over. All I want to do is relax,” I said to myself as I opened the door to my apartment. “Thank goodness I have about 4 more hours before I have to pick up boo from daycare, so I can take me a long, relaxing bath.”
I start to strip off my clothes as I walk in the door, leaving a trail to the bathroom. I walk in and turn on the hot water and add some of my vanilla scented bubble bath. I make sure to put the stopper in, so I can have a full tub full of bubbles and nice hot water. Course, after about a minute, I have to add some cold water, cause it was just a tad too hot for me to sit in. Just as I turn the water off and I step into the tub, I hear a knock on my front door.
“Damnit, who the hell is knocking at my door? No one knew I had half a day today,” I mumble to myself as I grab my robe out of my room. “I seriously don’t want to be bothered.”
I open the front door and to my surprise, one of my guy friends are standing at the door. I’m a little surprised, because I find him quite attractive, but I have never said anything, because he was dating one of my friends. I had heard about 2 weeks ago that they had broke up, but never thought anything about it, because I figured they would get back together in no time.
“Oh, my bad Meka. I saw your car was home and figured I’d drop by. I wasn’t exactly sure if you were busy or not. Did I happen to interrupt something?”
“God, his voice is so sexy. And so are his blue eyes. I can lose myself in them any day of the week. Damnit, back to what he was saying,” I thought to myself. “No, I was just about to take a bath. You can come in, if you like.”
“Where’s your daughter?” As he walked in the door and I closed and shut it behind him.
“She’s still at daycare. I have until 5:50 or so to go pick her up. It’s only like 1. What made you stop?” I turn around and lean on the door.
“Well, besides seeing your car? I figured I’d see what you were up to. I haven’t seen you since I broke up with Michelle. I was wondering how you were doing.”
“I’m doing alright for the most part. I figured you and Michelle would have gotten back together by now.” I started looking at the ground, because looking in his eyes was starting to distract me and have me start thinking other things.
“No, we aren’t getting back together. She cheated on me and I caught her. I knew it was time to let her go after that.”
“Oh, I’m sorry to hear that.”
“But, I came by here to get the stuff she left here, so I can give it back to her. She’s out of town right now and there is no telling when she will get over here to get it from you. I figured I’d get it, since I was already on this side of town.”
“Yeah, give me a few. I just boxed up her stuff about 2 days ago, when I was cleaning up.” I walked into my room and got the box for him. “Here ya go.”
“Ah, thanks Meka. Hopefully, I’ll see you at Mark’s party next week?”
“Yeah, I’ll probably be there. You take care and talk to you later. Oh, do me a favor and just shut the door behind you. I’ll lock it when I get out of the tub.”
“Alright, Meka. See ya later.”
I walked into the bathroom, shut the door and finally sat down in my nice, hot bath. “Luckily, he had only been here a few minutes, so I could still relax. Just too bad he wasn’t here for something else. I sure could have had some fun with his fine ass.” I slowly close my eyes and start to let my mind wander.
“Damn, she’s in a robe and know she’s getting in the tub, so I know she’s naked. Oh, the things I could do to her. I know if I don’t walk my ass in that bathroom, I’ll never get another chance. The worst she could do is tell me no and push me away. But, something tells me she won’t.”
I put down the box, walk over to the bathroom door and take a deep breath. I slowly open the door and my eyes grow big by the sight that was in front of me. I could see Meka stretched out in the tub, with her eyes clothes. Her breasts were slightly out of the water and I could see the nipples were hard. Her hands were at her side, but I couldn’t not see what I wanted to see the most. It was covered by the bubbles. I could also see one of her legs slightly bent and the other one stretched all the way out. Damn she looked sexy as hell and I was getting hornier by the minute. I could smell the vanilla scent in the bathroom and I was still amazed that she had not heard me yet. I slowly bent down beside the tub. Her eyes are still closed this whole time. I decide this is now or never.
“Meka?”
“Huh? What the hell? I thought you were leaving. What are you doing in here?” As I damn near jump out of my skin and try to cover up my breasts.
“Shhh. Don’t say anything else. Just let me make you happy, for once, okay?”
“Uh, uhm, but, uh……” By this time, he had already bent over in the tub and was lightly kissing me. It had been so long since I actually kissed someone, that I just gave in.
We slowly start kissing a little bit harder and our tongues start playing in each others mouths. I slowly feel his hand start playing with one of my nipples, making it harder than it already was. He slowly starts to play with my other nipple and I start feeling myself getting wet. I slowly start to relax myself even more and I feel his hand go down my stomach and make it’s way to my pussy. I feel his finger slowly go up and down the sides of my pussy, making me slowly arch my back to make him touch more. Then I finally feel his fingers start to play with my clit and I let out a low moan when I felt him do that. Then, I feel one set of fingers start playing with my clit and then I feel two fingers slowly enter me. I slowly start shaking because I haven’t been played with in so long and it feels so good. It doesn’t take long for his fingers to make me cum and when he finishes, I let out a long sigh. I open my eyes to see him putting his fingers in his mouth to see how I taste. I see a smile come across his face.
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“Come on, baby. I have more for you than just that.”
I slowly get out of the tub and go to reach for a towel. Before I can reach for it, I feel his hand stop me. The next thing I know, he’s taking off all of his clothes and when he gets to his boxers, I can already tell that he is hard. When he pulls the boxers off, I can see his dick jump a little and stand at attention towards me. I stand there and slowly start to lick my lips, wanting to know how he tastes and how he feels inside of me. The whole time I’m doing this, I haven’t even realized that he pulled out his box of condoms and was opening one to put on. By the time I realized what he was doing, he was starting to put the condom on. By the time I reach out to help him, he already has it on and walks over to me and starts kissing me again. I can feel his dick inbetween both of our bodies and I am longing to have it inside me, but at the same time, his kissing feels so good, along with his hands travelling up and down my backside.
After a few minutes of that, I feel him pick me up and he places my butt on the sink countertop. I spread my legs open and he stands inbetween them, with his dick only a few centimeters away from my pussy. I can feel his dick hitting both sides of my inner thighs and even the outer lips of my pussy. The whole time I’m feeling this, we start kissing again and I feel him start to tease me. I can feel the head of his dick start going inbetween my lips and going up and down, slowly teasing my clit and my hole. I start to moan and try to push myself to the edge of the countertop, but he won’t let me move. His hands are on my thighs, preventing me from moving. He breaks our kiss and starts to nibble and kiss on my neck, the whole time, still teasing my pussy. He finally stops teasing me and makes his way to my nipples and start to lick and suck on each one of them, making them hard all over again.
Then, he starts to kiss down my stomach and finally feel him reach my pussy, where I feel his tongue start licking and sucking on my clit. With him doing that, I feel my eyes roll in the back of my head and open my legs even more, so he can have more room and I can feel everything he is doing. I feel him start sucking on my clit and I start moaning. Then, I feel two of his fingers start to go in and out of me and I start moaning even more. Just as I get close to cumming again, he stops. I look down at him in confusion and he just looks at me and smiles. He stands back up and starts kissing me again. I feel his dick start playing with my clit again and this time, I am trying my damnedest to move to the edge, but he still won’t let me. I feel him move even closer to me, causing his dick to start rubbing up against my stomach and my clit at the same time.
We start to kiss quite heavily and then I feel his hands move up and down my backside, slowly making their way to my ass. In the process, he backs up a little bit from me, to have his dick start teasing my clit again. His hands make thier way to both my ass cheeks and he starts to lightly squeeze them. Then, when the head of his dick starts teasing my hole, all in one swift movement, he enters me and I gasp. I grab his arms to keep from falling.
I finally come to my sense and look him straight in the eyes. I wrap my legs around him and I start to feel him slowly go in and out of me. We start kissing again, slowly and deeply. We only break for a couple of seconds to catch our breaths, let out some moans and then start kissing again. He starts to move a little faster and my hands start to massage his backside. At some points, I almost have my nails dig into him, because he is feeling so good.
Then, I feel him enter all the way inside me and pick me up off the sink. He somehow manages to open the bathroom door all the way and carry me all the way to my bed. He lightly places me on the bed and still manages to keep himself inside of me. He manages to get his legs situated and then we slowly start fucking again. By this time, he has managed to put my legs on his shoulders and damn near has me in half as he goes in and out of me and kisses me at the same time.
He stops himself in mid-stroke, looks at me and tells me to turn over and get on my hands and knees. He enters me from behind and holds on to both sides of my ass. I can feel him get faster and hear him start grunting more. I feel one of his hands move off the side of my ass and works it way to my clit. He start to play with my clit at the same time he is pounding me from behind. By this time, I am quite close to having an orgasm, because I have lost count on how many times I have cum already.
Just as I feel myself get close to letting go, he stops again and tells me to lay down on my back. By this time, we are both covered in sweat, breathing quite heavily. I lay down on my back and he slowly enters me again, deciding to go real slow and easy this time. I place both of my legs around his waist and I feel him enter me even more. By this time, he has found my g-spot this way and I’m starting to moan quite loadly in his ear. He turns his head and starts kissing me deeply. I start shaking again, feeling myself about to explode. I break the kiss to tell him I am so close and that he feels so good. He whispers in my ear that I feel so good and that he is so close to cumming, that he feels he is about to explode.
I feel his arms wrap around me and his hands are on my shoulders. I feel him get on his knees and then I feel him start to speed up, getting faster and harder, going in and out of me. I start to match him in speed and feel our bodies start colliding with each other. I start moaning in his ear and then I just lose it. I feel myself orgasm and not more than two seconds later, he starts cumming also. When we finish, we both just collapse on the bed. I feel his dick go limp and fall out of me. He manages to get the condom off, tie it up and put it on the floor by the bed. Then we both just lay there, holding each other.
He starts to move first, but lightly nibbling on my neck and then a slow, deep kiss. He breaks the kiss and looks at me. He says “Do you know how long I’ve wanted to do that to you?”
“Mmm, how long?”
“For almost 2 years now. But, I’m still not finished with you, yet.”
I turned my head and looked at the clock. It was only 3 pm. When I turned back and looked at him again, all I could wonder was what else did he have in store for me.
The End
Smokey Mountain Man
I’ve done a lot of stupid things in my eighteen years, from the day I was born almost. I won’t go into a lot of detail, but lets just say I gave my folks more gray hair then any parents deserve.
My name is Benji, and no I ain’t some cute little puppy with big eyes and a lot of scraggly fur all over my body. I have no idea why they named me that, they never would tell me, but like that little mutt from movie fame, I do have a way of getting myself into some moments, and this is one of them.
Mom and dad, they met and married young, I’m the youngest of ten kids and all of us are what you call non-conformists. Mom and dad were raised in the sixties and their attitudes about a lot of things match their upbringing. I knew about pot before I knew what a regular cigarette was and while I don’t agree with the use of drugs, I do figure what the hell, do what you like just don’t hurt anyone.
Most of my siblings over came the parental ideals and went on to live normal, happy lives. Got married, had kids, got divorced, you know the real suburbia scene. By the time I got to be a teenager, I knew that my life was not going to go the way the others had. I was intended for something totally different.
Now, before I go any further, I guess I should clue you in to the real Benji. I am tall, like the rest of my family. I topped out at just a hair under six feet tall by the time I hit sixteen. I am also not some tall, skinny bitch. I have what my mother calls a full figure. A nice way of saying fat, but I do take care of my body and I have a lot more muscle and tone then some of the girls out there who are about as big around as they are tall. I also have drop dead gorgeous looks. My mom is half Italian and half English, while dad is a real mixture of different ethnic groups. My mom is a real beautiful woman who worked as a stripper to pay her way through college. My dad is about as much as hunk as any male movie star you might see on a big screen. He did some acting in college in fact, which is where him and mom met.
But I transgress, what I was saying about my looks. I have an oval shaped face and these fantastic deep set eyes that are the perfect match of deep gold amber. My hair is thick and this cross between a deep, rich brown, and a shimmering black that falls all the way to my ass. I have full pout lips, I keep my skin clean and as soft and silky as I can get it. I know how to apply the right amount of make up and how to show off the best of me while down playing the worst.
Now, I admit I am a little big in the butt, but my tits make up for it, and men seem to enjoy the view when I wear a low cut shirt and show off what I got when I bend over. I also have a fairly well defined waist, and dad says I could have been a pin up girl if I had been born a few decades earlier then I was.
The problem I got is these ads that they show these days. Girls who are all boobs and butt and nothing between. Men have been brainwashed into the idea that girls like me aren’t what they want to be seen with and I suffered all through high school because of it. Not that they didn’t look. And I gave them plenty to see believe me, short skirts, low cut shirts, and I always wore the sexiest underwear I can find. They liked to look, let me tell you. And it just wasn’t boys who looked, I had a lot of male teachers who cried when I left their classes.
I did get a boyfriend my senior year, and like a fool I let him pop my cherry on our third date. He dropped me a week later, but he also put the word out that I was hot in the back seat of a car. Well, that was a mistake, because I turned into the coldest bitch in town. Men looked, I flipped them off, boys teased, I cut them to the quick and it wasn’t long before they were all avoiding me like the plague. Which was fine with me, I also got a little sweet revenge by passing the word that my ex was not the hot shot he claimed to be in the sack. If anything, he was a limp dick who had no clue how to take care of a real woman.
As soon as school was out, I left for a visit for my grandparents back east from my home on the west coast. Now I love going to visit my grandparents and aunts and uncles back east. They live in the Smokey Mountains and I loved exploring the hills every chance I got. And there was something there that I had always wanted to find out.
Rumor had it that a family lived back in the hill behind my grandparents house and had for years. The thing was, no one had ever seen them or even knew if they really existed. Since these rumors had been going on for the last hundred or so years, I really had my doubts. But I decided that this summer I was going to find the truth if I had to spend the entire summer hiking all over the damn hills.
I started out on a bright, sunny morning about a week after I had arrived. I packed a back pack with a extra change of clothes, water, food and a blanket that I would use if I got stuck out after dark. I also took my cell phone and told my grandparents the area I would be exploring. Since I knew what could happen in this area, I was smart enough to be well prepared.
The morning went well, I love taking pictures and I enjoy the idea of being around nature. By the time noon rolled around, I was hot, sticky and damn near stripped down to my underwear to beat the heat. Finally, as I stopped for lunch, I decided that what the hell, I was out here all alone, there was no sign of any mountain men or wild animals beyond a few squirrels and deer, so I went and stripped down the rest of the way. I love the feel of the sun on my bare skin and I often spent the summer in my parents back yard sunbathing in the nude.
Now what happened is still a little hazy. One minute I was walking along this one trail and then next bam, total loss of where I was as everything went black. When I woke up, I could smell food cooking, feel the heat from a fire and opening my eyes I was looking up at a ceiling of rough timbers and knew instantly I was in some cabin. I was also tied down to a bed and decided that this time I had really done it. Eighteen years old and I was going to die. I’d gone and fallen into the hands of some survivalist or maniac who was using the mountains as a hide out. Still, I have a good sense of self preservation and I spent a few moments trying to determine if the rope around my wrists and ankles held any hope of getting free. They didn’t, and the voice that interrupted my attempts told me that I was not in Wonderland anymore.
“Don’t bother chafing your wrists sweetheart. Those ropes are my own design and it takes more then you doing some pulling to loosen those knots.” The voice was deep and there was something actually sexy about it.
“I don’t suppose I could promise not to say anything to anyone and you’d be a nice guy and let me go huh?” It was a pretty stupid idea, but what the hell. I never been real smart at times.
“Not a chance sweetheart, been a long time since I seen a woman who looks as good as you and for you to just wander here on your own, I think I’m gonna keep you for a while. Be a good girl and you might actually get out of here alive.”
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That last part sent chills through me. “So how good do you want me to be?”
The man who moved to the end of the bed was huge, he reminded me more of a grizzly bear then a human, but he was also a hunk. Big, strong and muscular, with long brown hair and a beard that short cut and I looked into his eyes. They were the most gorgeous shade of green I have ever seen. Damn he was a hunk, and the only thing he wore was a pair of well fitting jeans that showed off one hell of a nice bulge at his crotch. My tongue darted out and licked my lips without even thinking.
I admit, I love big men, being big myself, I hate being with some short, skinny ass who has this momma complex. And the man looking down at me was about as big and nicely put together then any man I have ever seen before. That includes my dad and my brothers. He smiled down at me and I watched in total fascination as he unzipped his jeans and pushed them off his hips. His cock sprang into view and I damn near passed out just from the size of it. A good foot long, and maybe three inches around. My pussy started to juice just thinking of having that monster in it.
“I was gonna wait for a while, but I can’t. You got a good looking pussy and I need a woman bad. Gets damn lonely up in these hills by myself. And I get damn tired of jacking off all the fucking time.” He stripped off his jeans the rest of the way and walked around to the side of the bed. “You got a nice looking mouth, you think you can take him without choking to death?”
“I think I can try.” Hell, I was drooling at the idea of having that big hunk of meat in my mouth and tasting him. I was good at sucking a guy off, my ex had taught me on our first date and he had told me that I was the best cocksucker he had ever known.
My captor seemed to agree with that evaluation because once he was fucking my mouth, he was moaning and groaning all over the place. I would have loved to fondle and caress his balls but all I could do was suck him off while he fucked my mouth. When he shot his load, I swallowed it greedily and he smiled down at me as he pulled my toy from between my lips.
“Damn honey, that was nice, you got a hell of a mouth. Thought you were going to suck me dry. Now what should I do to reward you honey, for a suck job like that, I think you deserve something nice.” He sat on the edge of the bed, and bent his head to flick his tongue against my nipples and they instantly went to hard pebbles. As he squeezed and fondled them, I found his hands were as big as the rest of him and they were rough on my skin, but I didn’t care. It felt so good and I told him so.
He chuckled and really gave my melon sized tit’s a work out with his mouth and hands. I could feel my pussy getting wetter and wetter and my poor little neglected clit was throbbing for attention. He noticed thank the heavens and one of his fingers found it’s way down to my slit. When he touched my clit the first time I damn near came and when he began to rub it, I went ballistic. My first cum was the best I had ever known and that made him laugh as I begged him for more.
“Oh sweetheart I got a whole lot more for you. I love a woman’s juice and from what I feel, you just gushed a gallon.” His body moved so he could look down at my pussy and when I felt his tongue for the first time I jumped big time. God, talk about the silver tongued devil. He was all that and more. He knew just how to tease and please my clit and I was close to passing out when he shoved one of his fingers up my tight, and lightly used little hole.
Lord, talk about feeling like I had died and gone to heaven, I felt like I was floating on a cloud and he was the god of thunder banging at me with thunderbolts. I was on fire everywhere and it was a non stop roller coaster ride.
I lost track of the times he made me cum and I finally passed out from pure exhaustion. When I came back around, I could feel him between my legs and that huge hunk of cock meat was probing at my sore little hole. Not that it stayed sore for long because once he saw I was awake, he smiled down at me and plunged into me like a jack hammer. I lifted my hips and soon I was matching him stroke for stroke.
“Oh sweetheart, yeah, lift those hips, slam that sweet pussy back at me. God, you are so fucking tight and hot. Feels like you’re fucking burning my cock to a crisp. Fucking bitch, yeah, suck my cock with those pussy muscles.”
For the first time, he bent his head and found my mouth with his. Talk about a man being able to kiss. He had my tongue whipping against his like a snake and I was wishing to god I could get my nails into his back and shoulders, not to mention wrapping my long legs around his hips to give him an even deeper ride.
He seemed to read my mind because he raised up just enough to release the ropes with a single tug and my arms went around his neck as I hung on to his hard, sweaty body. “Oh yeah mountain man, that is nice, fuck me honey, fuck my hot pussy and make me cum all over that hot rod you got hanging down.”
That made him laugh and he maneuvered somehow to release my legs so I could wrap them around his hips. “You are the hottest bitch I have ever met honey. And so fucking tight, feels like you’re still a fucking virgin to me. Not that you won’t be so tight once I get done. Get you so used to my cock that no man will satisfy you except me.”
“Do I look like I am fucking complaining? Fuck me, shove that hot cock all the way to my fucking throat if you want to. I never want this ride to end.” I started cumming around him and he began to really pound me.
When he came I was ready for a good twenty four hours of sleep and he pulled me close as I drifted off into a deep contented sleep with my head on his shoulders. Even if he killed me and buried my bones in some shallow grave, I didn’t care, at least I had died totally sexually satisfied.
Well, he didn’t kill me obviously, but he did spend three days fucking and sucking the hell of me and when I woke on the fourth day I was damn disappointed to find him gone. The cabin looked as if he had never even been there, but there was a note.
“Hey baby,
Had to leave. Thanks for the good times. You are the hottest fucking bitch and I will miss that hot pussy big time.
Mountain man”
He was going to miss me, hell he didn’t know the meaning of the words. I had spent three days and night with the man of my dreams and he just ups and leaves me in a run down cabin in the mountains. Talk about a bummer. I got dressed and found my way back to my grandparents by noon the next day and after giving them and the cops a song and dance about having gotten lost and finding my way to some old cabin no one asked many questions. I think my grandparents were kind of curious about why I had stayed gone as long as I did, but they never asked and I never told.
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Going home after my vacation was like leaving paradise and finding yourself back in hell. I got a job working for my dad’s production company, he makes low budget movies for one of the larger studios in Hollywood, and I had to admit I did enjoy seeing all the movie stars and getting to know some of them personally. Damn, you would really be surprised how many of those Hollywood hunks really enjoy being with a big girl now and then. Not that any of them had half the staying power or size my mountain man did. So don’t believe all you read honey, because odds are it’s just Hollywood hype.
Around Christmas I was feeling pretty depressed. Not that I had a reason to be, I had a good job and I enjoyed being with my family over the holidays, but I really felt something was missing in my life. I found myself thinking more and more about my mountain man and wondering what he was doing and where he was. Then, two days before Christmas arrived, I came home to find a package waiting for me.
The CD had been professional produced and had a very nice look to it. I just figured it was some music CD that someone had sent me as a promo. I put it in my player and laid back on my bed to listen to some garage band play some dumb music. Instead I got the shock of my life.
“Hey babe,
Been a while, I was meaning to send this sooner, but I got really busy and things have been so hectic that I had to put it on hold. God I miss your hot pussy. And I won’t even begin to tell you how many times I’ve jacked off to memories of your sweet lips. Just thinking about you has got me hot and hard and I am sitting here stroking him while I do this. Think about it baby, about my hand on my cock, wishing to god you were here to suck him off or better yet pushed up that hot tight hole. Is your pussy wet, is your clit throbbing? I bet you got a gallon of pussy juice just waiting for me to come and lick it all up. God, talk about honey, sweet as and twice as wet.” I could tell he was jacking himself off as he talked and I wasted no time before working on my own cum. We came together and I heard the relief in his voice. “That’s what I do all day honey, I sit in this fucking office and I want you to be here riding my cock the whole damn time. God I miss you, hope you feel the same way,
Your mountain man”
I didn’t bother to pull up my panties before I was digging the paper the CD had been wrapped in from the trash, looking for some clue to where it had come from and a return address. There was neither, it had been delivered by courier and only my address was on it.
“Son of a bitch!” I was ready to cry. “Who the hell are you, where the hell are you? Why the hell didn’t you come in person. I’d have you on this bed fucking hell out of me if you had.”
I admit it, I was hooked. And over the next few weeks it showed in my work and my attitude. I was in hell and not long before Valentines day, I was called into my dad’s office. Blood might be thicker then water, but he had a business to run and I wasn’t pulling my weight. So I was fired. For a week afterwards I did nothing but lay in bed, giving my pussy a real work out while I listened to that damn CD.
Finally my folks got tired of seeing me so down and they basically ordered me to get my shit together or they were sending me to a shrink. I promised I would try, and by the time the fourteenth of February rolled around I was doing better. I still felt lonely and depressed, but I never let them or anyone else see it.
The morning of the fourteenth dawned like any other day in Southern California, bright and sunny. My folks had left for work by the time I rolled out of bed, and after a long shower and a morning spent cleaning my room, I took a book and went out by the pool to sunbathe. In the nude of course, our maid Anna is so used to seeing me do it that she never thought twice when someone came to the door and asked to see me. Instead she just showed them the way to the pool, and I was dozing when a shadow crossed between me and the sun.
“Hey, do you mind, you’re blocking the sun.” I didn’t even bother to open my eyes. I wasn’t in the mood for company. It was Valentines day, and I was spending it with some damn romance writer instead of my mountain man.
The body moved but didn’t say a word, instead I felt something being run down the front of my body, between my breasts and down to where my thighs meet. There it came to lay to rest on my pubic hair and I reached down to see what it was.
“Careful, you’ll crush it sweetheart.” The sound of his voice make my eyes fly open and I saw not only the man of my dreams, but a single red rose laying on my abdomen. I picked it up and inhaled its fragrance deeply. “Be my Valentine Benji, today, tomorrow and forever?”
I smiled as I watched him settle into the lounge chair next time mine. “Hmm, I can’t think of anything I would like better.”
It was a good thing the chairs my folks got were extra sturdy because right after that, he moved and I watched as he unzipped his jeans, reached down and opened my legs and gave me the present I had been waiting months for. To hell if the neighbors heard us fucking our brains out, I didn’t care. He was in me and pounding me for real this time.
The rose wasn’t the only present he brought me, besides it, there was a DVD of our time in the cabin and a silver ring with hearts and doves all around it. He knew I wasn’t a diamond girl, that I prefer silver to anything. After a lunch to rebuild ourselves we spent the afternoon in my room, fucking our brains out and that was where my folks found us when they came home from work.
It was a little embarrassing at first, considering he knew my name, but I didn’t know his. And I never did tell mom and dad how we met, only that we loved each other and wanted to spend the rest of our lives together. Mom and dad were happy for me of course, but if they were a little reluctant to accept him into the family, we understood that. Especially when after the wedding we moved to the Smokey Mountains to an old cabin that had been there forever.
So, did I find one of the mysterious mountain men who are said to haunt the area? No, I just found a man who had his own business and had stumbled on the cabin just as I had. He sold the business shortly after our marriage, and built me a house near my grandparents but we still find time to spend a lot of our free time in the hills. Or should I say mountains. They grow ’em big back there.
The End
Out for a Jog
One thing I can’t go without is exercise. Not grueling workouts like pro athletes go thru, but dead serious workouts to keep myself in shape. To be honest I couldn’t explain why I’m like this, but my shrink said I needed an inexpensive hobby as a kid, and before finding a steady supply of sex partners, exercise was my only real release. I don’t stick to a particular regimen, but I do love jogging for about two hours a week. No matter the time of year, I almost always pick sunrise or sunset, which my shrink explains as me being a nature lover.
To be honest, the workouts do play a part in getting me laid so often. Most of my girlfriends say how they love that I keep in shape even with all the hard partying I do. More than a few girlfriends even thanked me once or twice, saying if it wasn’t for my stamina in bed, and the workouts during the week that bless me with endurance, then they’d probably never get to climax as their steady boyfriends are pump and dump kind of guys.
When I do go jogging, it’s no coincidence that I pick a park or something with a lot of trees and green scenery. There is something about me that wants to get close to nature, so when I go for one of my jogs I’ll either pick my favorite, this park on the West side that has a small lake at it’s center, or one of the other kiddy parks around town.
This one Wednesday afternoon, I’d gone for a jog, packed some headphones and left my car by the restroom area so I could refresh on water and piss stops, and was getting a good run going. Now I’ve come here often enough that I’ve made buddies with familiar faces that I always end up running into, and lately these friends had been discussing getting a mini health club/clique going. They wanted to set dates where we could all go for a jog together, speaking of bringing along families and friends to encourage them to work out and also to build a small community of health minded people.
Well this Wednesday I’m jogging, it’s a nice Spring afternoon so I’m in standard sweatpants and a loose ICP t-shirt, when I spot Pamela about 20 yards ahead, jogging the trail and looking worn out. I catch up to her within moments, saying hi and asking if she was getting ready to go already. She said she’d just gotten in maybe twenty minutes earlier, but for some reason couldn’t find the energy to keep going and was thinking of finishing a mile before calling it a day.
Now Pamela’s a real swell lady, in her 50’s, and fighting hard to keep herself in shape now that she’s a few years from menopause. She always frets about all the extra weight she’s put on her thighs, near her belly and all the excess flab around her upper arms, so I know she can’t be seriously thinking about going home when she’s one of the sturdiest health nuts I know.
“Come on Pamela,” I say, slowing down to keep even paced with her, “that can’t be what’s bothering you. What’s the matter, do you have something on your mind? Anything you’d like to talk about?” I ask.
“Well that’s very sweet of you to ask Lenny, but no. No, I’m doing fine actually, it’s just my silly old brain playing tricks on me,” she replies. “Every now and then Father Time has a real nasty way of reminding me that I’m getting on with my years, but I’ve already learned how to put that nasty old bastard in his place,” and she chuckles heartily, picking up her pace so that I have to push myself to catch up.
“Damn, if that’s what you’re going thru I’m sorry,” I console her. “I can’t imagine what it might be like, but if you need anything well I’m here.” She thanks me, calling me a kind kid and saying how lucky I am that I don’t have to worry for another forty years before Father Time decided to start kicking my ass around. We share a light laugh and continue jogging together, making a curious sight for onlookers. Here’s this young thuggish Hispanic man, goatee and bald head and all, jogging beside this older white woman, already graying in her hair.
We jog like old friends for a while before I excuse myself to stop and take a piss. I’d loaded up on all kinds of energy drinks before getting here, and having run half a mile without being aware of it, my bladder decided to fuck around and steal my fun for just a moment.
Heading to the men’s room, I spot an older black woman sitting down, massaging her left ankle as she talks to herself, moaning about how she can’t believe her leg went and did it again. Stopping to see if she’s okay, she explains that she sprained her leg, either pulling a muscle or getting a cramp that just will not go away. I offer to lend a hand at the same time that she asked if I had a clue on what to do, and we laugh for a moment, before I squat down to examine her leg and calf and ankle, feeling around the muscles to see what’s wrong.
“I’m Lenny,” I say, offering her my left hand to shake as my right hand is feeling her leg for the problem. She shyly laughs, introducing herself as Minnie, saying she doesn’t normally ask handsome strangers to feel up her leg so quickly, but jokes that I was too handsome to pass up. We exchange harmless flirty jokes until I stop massaging/caressing her leg and explain that in just a few moments she should be fine. I explain she’d just had a cramp, which was already finishing its dirty work, and then had to excuse myself as Nature just wouldn’t stop calling.
Too embarrassed to walk off without really helping her, I know how much more embarrassed I’d be if I pissed all over myself, so I rush off to empty my bladder, hoping I might get to talk to Minnie some more. What I’d seen outside really turned me on, she was a medium tan, like Oprah, and with a pair of whoppers that must’ve been E cups at the least. She looked to be early 40’s, and the one chick I might compare her to would be that comedienne from Def Jam, Sommore. She was built real nice, thick hips and long legs, and her face was mature but attractive. She wore her hair in what I guess they call a weave, either way it was long and straight and styled to the back.
I make my way back out, and BINGO! There she is, back on her feet, leaning on a bench for support as she has her sore leg lifted to rub and massage it more. “Hey, you’re walking already,” I say, smiling and breaking into a light applause. “I knew it’d work itself out,” I say, walking over to make sure she can balance herself easily.
“It show is feeling better,” she says, smiling this sexy look my way. “Honey you must have hands of healing, I swear the second you went in there the pain just died away and I was left with a tiny soreness.”
“Nah it couldn’t have been me, I barely did nothing,” I say, playing it off.
“I’d thank you with a kiss, but you probably look at my old ass and say no way Jose,” she said, almost with regret. She’s about to start speaking when I say that the kiss would be just fine, returning a smile to her that lets her know I’m not joking. “Oh, well yeah,” she says. “I was just thinking, I don’t live too far away from here so I could run home and grab my purse,” but she stops as I start to shake my head.
“I’m not looking for some money, Minnie, but if you’re serious about that kiss that’d be great,” I cut in. “I was just helping another jogger out, but a little kiss never hurt nobody.”
“No it hasn’t,” she agrees, at once stopping the light massage she’d been applying to her leg. She hesitantly puts her leg back on the ground, taking a few baby steps to me like she’s testing out her ankle to see how it’ll hold up. I close the distance between us, smiling coolly like I do this all the time. “Well, for real thank you for helping my ancient ass out,” she says, leaning over to plant a peck on my cheek.
“There isn’t anything ancient about you but that notion that you’re too old,” I say, smiling my gratitude for the kiss. “I don’t know why women in their late 20’s be acting like they’re too old for the rest of the world,” and she beams at my compliment since she looks like anything but someone in her late 20’s, " but I’d swear it was something in the water, I hear that so much."
“You’re a sweetheart,” she says. “Thanks for making me feel young again, but honey we both know you full of shit if you going around thinking I’m still in my 20’s. I haven’t been in my 20’s for over 20 years sugar.”
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“You could’ve fooled me, really. You don’t look a day over 29, and I’m not bullshitting,” I lie, as if my life (or getting laid) depended on it. She blushes, her skin flushing making her look even more sexier.
“If I didn’t know better Lenny, I would say you’re hitting on me,” she says.
“And if I didn’t know better Minnie, I’d say you really didn’t appreciate my help judging by that weak peck on my cheek.”
“Oh, so when I said I was going to kiss you, you expected-?”
“Yeah I did,” I answer.
“Well if you really want it like that, come get it,” she says, smiling like a spider who’s got the fly in its web.
I take a few more steps closer, putting my arms around her to hug as I head in for the kiss. When our lips meet, I swear the electricity between us sparkled! My cock jumped in my pants, bumping and nudging against the tubby roll of extra tummy on her. She moans out of the corner of her mouth as our kiss picks up more and more, she’s running her hands all over my back fumbling for a grip as my hands caress her from her shoulders to her abs and hips and end up squeezing that ass!
I stop the kiss for a moment, opening my eyes and realizing she’d closed hers too. She blinks a few times before opening her eyes at last, and like waking from a dream, we both withdraw our heads but with eyes wide open now. “Sugar, I haven’t been kissed like that in ten years!”
“What a shame sister, pretty woman like you, you deserve one of them each hour.”
“Well Lenny, if that’s you volunteering for the job, you’re hired,” she laughs, affectionately reaching out to pat my chest. “Ooh look at that, all solid everywhere,” she says, directing a questioning look down at my crotch. “And unless you got a sledge hammer or something in your pocket, baby you must really be solid everywhere.”
“Solid where it counts,” I agree.
“Yeah Lenny, I thought I felt something digging into my belly. For a moment I thought you’d pulled a gun on me, but with both your hands holding onto my, uh my bottom, I hoped you were stabbing me with something else.”
“Could you blame a guy Minnie? Booty like that comes once a generation, and since the girls in mine are all focusing on fake implants and fake fat lips, well coming across the real deal is kind of special for a youngster like me.”
“Boy are you fast Lenny. I bet a smooth little sweet talker like you gets his way all the time, don’t you boy?”
“That may be. Now if I can ask you something Minnie, are your nipples poking out that blouse for the same reason my dick wants to get out my pants?”
She looked down, not believing I’d been so blunt with my question, but she knew I wasn’t lying. Her areolas were fat and large, and her nipples were protruding out against the fabric of her blouse like cell mates trying to escape a life sentence. “Well can you blame them Lenny? Here I go years since I had me some loving, and then a handsome young man comes into my life and lays a kiss on me like you did. Of course they thinking what you think they thinking, shit I’m saying I’m thinking the same goddamn thing too. If you want to do something about it baby, you come with me and I’ll show you what’s on they mind.”
“Lead the way,” I told her, and she did.
Six minutes later we pull up to her apartment building, me lucky enough to catch a ride in her car. My hands couldn’t stop fondling and groping her during the short trip over, and the whole time she’s driving with one hand while trying to jack me off with her right hand, as she don’t want me to lose that train of thought, she says.
We’re out of her car in seconds, meeting up by the trunk as she was leading me to the staircase, before I grabbed her in my hands, lightly but firmly planted her against the building, and laid another kiss on her that got the pussy furnace kicked up two more notches. She’s moaning and wrapping one of her legs around me before I hear a voice from somewhere call out “Ooh Minnie, you go with your bad self!” Minnie breaks the kiss off, searching for who said what, and she spots some teens by the tennis court lounging around.
“You little hoods go minding your own business,” she scolds them, before she roughly grabs my right hand and leads me up the staircase. “Oh you all mine now Lenny. You want to kiss me like that twice, thinking I’m going to take it easy and be like all your little hood rat girlfriends. Nah uh sugar pie, you fucking with an O. G. now, and I’m a show you how us woman put it down in my day.”
I’m loving my view of her full round ghetto ass as I follow up behind her, my eyes wandering down those thick ass cheeks to her meaty thighs, and further down to her legs. As we get to her front door and she fumbles for her keys, I thank my Libra stars that her leg got cramped and allowed me the chance to meet this fine hot sassy lady.
I hear the TV blasting, and see about three kids between 4 and 14 sitting around playing a video game. “Kids you all has to leave, Mamma got to take care of something.” I can hear them start to complain as she leads me to the bedroom, then asking me to settle in and get comfortable I hear her return and scream her lungs out at these kids to get the fuck on out NOW!!!!
I hear the door slam shut a few seconds later, then she returns to the bedroom, apologizing as she starts to take her blouse off. “Them little ones are mine, I had my niece here babysitting for the afternoon.”
I could give a rats ass to her explanation, I hop out of my clothes in seconds as she’s bent over and tugging her blue thong down. “Stay like that,” I say, heading over to her as she’s still bent over. “Here, against your bed,” I direct her, and she stays bent over, moving to the bed to get herself ready.
“Minnie, I don’t got condoms so unless you got some you want me to wear, I’m ready to go,” I say, and she says she doesn’t mind, and I can hear her breathing get ragged as she looks over her shoulder to see if I’m really going to fuck her.
I walk to her, taking my dick in my left hand and stroking her thick thighs and those sexy fat hips of hers. She moans out now, feeling my skin against hers, knowing it’s just moments before I bury this bone in her flowerbed. I rub it up and down her pussy lips, enjoying the moisture and heat that greets me as her outer pouting lips lightly kiss and caress my cock head.
“Ooh, just fuck me with it already,” she pleads, and before she can finish saying already I jerk myself forward and claim her. “Oh!” she cries, letting it hang in her mouth for a few seconds before groaning again as I shove more cock inside her. “Yes!” she hisses, drawing the S out for almost half a minute as I start to hit my rhythm.
My arms cross over each other, holding onto her waist just where it meets her hips, and using her to steady myself I start plunging my dick inside her with harder and faster strokes. ‘Fuck me," she moans. “Yes! FUCK ME!”
The room goes silent for a few moments, except for her groans and the sound of my nuts slapping at her thighs. She starts humming, going from holding herself up with both arms to leaning on her elbows and getting this close to biting the pillow. “Fuck me baby! Fuck me harder!” she yells, and I oblige her every command.
“Let’s get you on the bed,” I say, lifting her legs onto the bed and helping her lay down as I try and keep my dick lodged deep inside her pussy. She whimpers as I lose my footing and bottom out inside her, I actually hear a muffled cry from her as she bites down on the blanket and punches her mattress once before she regains her bearing. “Sorry,” I offer, and she waves it off with her right hand like it’s nothing to worry about.
She continues to climb further and further up her bed, and I scale the bed along with her, keeping my dick digging between those fat ass cheeks, and once she’s laid out on her stomach I crawl on top of her, letting my full weight settle in, as I start thrusting my hips in and back, deep docking her as I stay mounted. “Your pussy is on fire,” I whisper into her ear, and tugging the hair from her face I start planting kisses around her neck and cheek.
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“Oh baby, you’re fucking me so good,” she whispers, like she’s out of breath. “Keep fucking me Lenny, please. Keep loving me, yes,” she hoarsely says, and then she reaches for fistfuls of blanket as she bites down on the mattress and nearly throws me off her as she bucks and grinds through a wet slippery orgasm.
I jackhammer her with my cock thru the orgasm, setting her off into a double back to back climax that leaves her wailing and calling out my name. Just as she shivers and tingles as the ripples of the climax start to fade, I pull my dick out, laughing at how coated with girl juice she’s left it, then turn her over onto her back, and pulling her legs apart, I spear her pussy again.
Though she’s laid out beneath me limp like a rag doll, the pride beaming from her eyes and the healthy glow of her skin tells me she’s really loving this, even if she can’t muster the words to say so anymore. I sit back on my knees, lifting her sprained leg onto my shoulder, leaving her laid out in an “L” shape, and start to kiss where she’d sprained her leg earlier. I hear her moaning as my tongue is licking and kissing her leg while my cock keeps rocking her, and I keep us in this position until I finally get close to busting my nut.
“You ready Minnie, you got me fit to pop,” I tell her. She gets her breath back at last, hoarsely asking me to pull out, as she’s afraid of getting pregnant by a guy she hardly knows.
“I just not ready to be a mommy again,” she says, so I deep dick her for about three minutes, bottoming out every other stroke, until her pussy tightens up with a third climax, and letting the ripples of her spasms wash over my cock, I tug it out after blasting two ropes in her, and tug myself off, spattering my cum over her thick pubic bush.
“Fuck!” I say, breathing thru my nose as my jaw is just glued to the floor. “Ugh!” I grunt, jerking the last strings out of my cock and all over her lush pussy lips. She’s laughing and wheezing and proclaiming me her lover bad boy, and by the time I finish showering her with cum she sits up and starts massaging my cream into her skin.
“Mm, baby, you had a lot saved up for Minnie, didn’t you?” she asks. We chuckle for a few moments, before laying side by side, facing each other and stroking each others bodies as we sort of cuddle together. We start to chat about how much fun we just had when her eyes get misty, and she rolls over onto her other side and wipes a tear or two from her eyes. When I ask her what’s wrong, she answers between sniffles how for years she’s avoided dating black men her age or older because she knew all they were interested in was a one night stand, and she was raised with better morals than that. And now here she is, in bed with me, and she’s worried she compromised her morals just cause she was super horny.
I try to comfort her, assuring her I’ll be much more than a one night stand to her if she’s interested in pursuing something. She gets offended and angry, saying she refuses to be a booty call that I only contact when I’m horny and if I think she’s going to degrade herself like that then I can march the fuck on out. I explain that my intentions aren’t to make her a booty call, but a real girlfriend, if she wants us to have something meaningful. The last thing I want is a proud mother of children to relegate herself to being the fuck toy of some stranger she just met.
She rolls back onto her side facing me, asking if I’m serious or not, cause she doesn’t want her emotions played with. Taking her hand in mine, I tell her that I really would like a chance to go out with her, in public and quite often, if she doesn’t mind going out with me, then she laughs, mentioning how people are going to be talking about how Minnie Got Her Groove Back. That gets us both laughing, up until one of her kids had to go ruin the moment.
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A Most Indecent Proposal
Shane and Marisa Sherman seemed a normal couple when I first met them through my baby sitting duties. I was asked to baby sit their five year old daughter Molly on a regular basis. She was a delightful young child whom I quickly developed a real bond to, and she to me. I quite liked Shane and Marisa too; they seemed real nice people who made me feel very welcome in their home. I guess I was in a little awe of Marisa, for she was a sophisticated and pretty lady, tall, blonde and always looked a million dollars in stylish clothes and superbly applied make up. She was both confident and funny, and had a knack of putting me most at ease whenever we were together. Her husband and Molly’s father Shane was an okay guy, kind of good looking I suppose, but girls my age just don’t find men in their forties particularly desirable. I like my men young, lean and good looking with a touch of innocence about them.
My name is Tessa Banks, but friends just call me Tess. At the time all this happened I was a sprightly twenty two year old student studying early childhood education. My baby sitting jobs gave me a little play money and quality time with children whom I simply adore. They however curtailed some of my Friday and Saturday night social activities which are a bit of a downer, especially if I had a boyfriend at the time. If I had to describe myself, I guess the word average would be appropriate. I’ve got brunette hair bordering on ginger in certain light, I’m average in height and weight with ample breasts and a nice round butt. I like to wear tight tee shirts and jeans, and hate feminine clothes like fancy dresses with a vengeance, much to my parent’s discontent. I’m told I’m pretty; people seem to comment favourably on my big blue eyes and my cute upturned nose.
My sexual experiences started like most other girls, holding hands and sneaking kisses with your first love is something never to be forgotten. This of course led to park up in cars where wandering hands led to the lifting of tops and the partial sliding down of jeans and panties allowed further exploration. As I got braver and more interested, the further I went until the inevitable loss of my virginity. Thankfully it was with a boy I really loved and there were no regrets. It was all pretty well planned and I was on the pill on that unforgettable night. You’ve probably heard the same first time stories I have, painful screaming and lots of blood. It wasn’t like that for me; I was so excited and aroused that his cock slipped inside me with ease. I’ll not forget the memory of the pleasure of making love for the first time, the warmth of a nice hard cock inside me and all the excited kisses that we shared. I especially liked it when he ejaculated deep inside me, his warm cum completely flooding me and changing the sensation of his cock sliding back and forth. Looking back, we may have been a little inept, but it was still good fun. That relationship lasted a few months during which time I’d got to like sex more than a lot.
My next boyfriend was a little older and a lot more experienced; he taught me a whole lot more; especially oral. He had access to a bed which was a lot better than the back seat of a car. It didn’t take me long to appreciate a good licking which I got a lot of, in return I became quite good at delivering blow jobs. I learned to tease with my tongue and bring him close to orgasm a few times before withdrawing my services. Depending on my mood at the time, I might let him cum in my mouth, but most times though I would suck him to the brink and let him cum on my face to avoid the unpleasant bitter taste that we girls feel obliged to complain about. By the time that this relationship dissolved, I’d become quite an accomplished lover, and after that boyfriends came and went. My rule was that I’d never drop my panties on the first two or three dates, but if I really liked them, I certainly kept them interested until I was ready to spread my legs.
One of the things I really like about sex is watching a cock grow nice and hard. I enjoy initiating sex, and getting in early is important. I like the power of being able to control a mans arousal, to me the thought that my presence alone can make a cock stand up nice and proud is something special. I can’t imagine growing old and wrinkly and not having that magical power over men and their cocks. There’s this one special game I love to play, starting with making my lover at the time take his pants off while I’m still fully dressed. Ensuring he’s not already hard, I start doing a seductive striptease. He’s of course not allowed to touch his cock as I love to watch it grow all by itself. Of course some guys are spoilsports and just can’t manage it, and are hard before they get their shoes off. They are made to wait, and sometimes running their cocks under a cold tap to make them soft again is required.
So, at the age of twenty two, I thought I had the sex thing all sorted out. I loved sex, and knew exactly what I wanted and needed. While I’d heard stories and watched the odd adult movie with group sex activities, it was mostly fantasy and for other people, not for someone like myself. Or so I thought.
Getting back to Shane and Marisa, they lived in a huge rambling house fifteen minutes out of town from where I still lived with my parents. The road between was winding and treacherous, especially at night where there seemed to be more than a fair share of drunken drivers. Marisa was concerned about me driving home after baby sitting and suggested that I should stay the night. I declined the first few times, but I nearly had a head on collision driving home one night which made me reconsider the offer. When Marisa found out about my near miss, she gave me two options, either stay the night or no more sits. Neither Shane nor Marisa wanted anything to happen to me, which was really good to know. The next time I sat for them, Marisa showed me a spare guest room at the other end of the house. It was big and palatial with its own bathroom; and it was to be mine anytime I sat Molly.
Shane was some business bigwig, and his presence was sought after at social activities which steadily increased the times my baby sitting services were requested. Due to the fact that I was willing to come all that way and stay the night, I was paid well over the odds for my sits, the extra money most welcome. As time went on, I became more comfortable and began leaving my door unlocked so that Molly could climb into bed with me in the mornings as she liked to do. I can tell you those morning cuddles sure brought out my maternal instincts. My relationship with Marisa developed and we soon became quite good friends. We spoke of the men in our lives, and I got to know more about Shane than he might have liked. Marisa asked about my love life, and I would tell of my boyfriend of the time. Initially our conversations were without detail, but as time went on they certainly got more explicit. It wasn’t like we were trying to be smutty or anything; it just sort of flowed with the humour. I learnt that Shane was quite well endowed, that Marisa had a collection of sex toys, managed multiple orgasms, her favourite position was doggie on the couch, and that she had a Brazilian down below. I would later find out Marisa had quite a few other little secrets. While happily married to Shane, she confessed to a little jealousy of my single life and being able to change lovers at whim. As for my own confessions, well, Marisa giggled when she found out about my little fetish watching cocks grow hard.
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Marisa and I got closer as time went on, and Shane was always nice to me. Sure, he used to tease me about innocent things, but there were never any of those lusty, lingering stares or sexual innuendos that older men seemed to dish out. I liked him and felt perfectly comfortable whenever in his presence. At the back of the house was a large swimming pool, and Molly and I would often frolic in there. Even when in a swim suite, Shane behaved like a perfect gentleman which put me even more at ease. So what was about to transpire was a little unexpected to say the least.
It all happened on a Saturday night. I arrived at around seven in the evening to find Molly totally zonked out after a friend’s birthday party. We had a cuddle and a story through which she fell asleep. I then went downstairs and settled in to watch music videos on their fifty inch plasma until Shane and Marisa arrived home just after midnight. It didn’t take long to realise that Marisa had consumed a substantial amount of alcohol and was more than a little happy. In turn, Shane was completely sober from having to drive to and from the function they had attended. Marisa kicked off her shoes and disappeared into the kitchen returning with a beer for Shane, and two premixed Pina Colada’s cans for her and me. Marisa had introduced me to Pina Colada’s over time, and I’d developed quite a taste for them. While Shane wasn’t too happy with Marisa’s condition, he graciously accepted his beer and settled down on the couch beside his lovely wife.
By the time Marisa had demolished her first Pina Colada and into her second, she was well drunk and in fine form with her lusty humour. The gold slinky dress she was wearing had slits up the side, and had ridden well up her thighs to the point I could see her matching panties from where I was sitting opposite. She was soon cuddled into Shane and becoming a little amorous which he no doubt found embarrassing in my presence. But the more he tried to fend her off, the worse she became. The little kisses and the wandering hands, then a quick glance in my direction accompanied with a little wink. I suppose I should have excused myself and left them to it, but it seemed good fun to watch Marisa playing up. I’ll use the excuse that my Pina Colada was still half full and too good to waste.
“Let’s fuck him.” she suggested cheekily.
“Shit Marisa, pull your head in, not in front of Tess.” Shane complained pushing her hand away from his crotch.
“Oh c’mon darlin, don’t be a spoil sport.” Marisa purred. “Don’t worry about Tess, she’s a dirty bitch too.”
That was nice I thought to myself, when exactly did I become a dirty bitch? But I had to laugh as Marisa distracted her husband with a kiss while her hand deftly slipped the zipper down on his trousers. Her hand was soon inside caressing his manhood, and his struggles slowly faded. After a minute or so, Marisa eased the top half of her husband’s manhood into freedom. While there was no real indication of its length, the fact that Marisa’s hand could not encompass its girth told a story. As her mouth slipped over the fat head, the first slither of my own arousal floated through me. Shane soon lay back on the couch in complete submission as Marisa undid his belt and pushed his trousers down a little exposing his cock fully. It was no doubt the biggest cock I’d seen in real life, not so much long, but just very, very thick.
I’d never watched anything like this before, and I could feel my panties becoming very warm and wet as their antics became more intense. As Marisa suckled Shane’s cock noisily, he eased her dress high up over her panties, his fingers tracing the panty line between her thighs. A loud sigh escaped Marisa’s full mouth as his fingers slid under her panties and into her pussy. She removed her mouth from his cock and rested it on his navel, her hand slowly stroking the substantial shaft in front of her face.
She looked over and smiled at me, “How’d you like to help me out over here?”
I cannot remember being so aroused and her invitation was exciting as it was tempting. I hesitated for about half a second.
“Are you sure?” I stammered.
Marisa chuckled and lovingly looked up at her husband, “Would you like Tess to come and play?”
Shane opened his eyes and smiled, “Only if you want to.”
I was trembling with anticipation as I slipped towards the couch on which they were sprawled. Shane moved over to make room for me, and I made myself comfortable beside him. Marisa reached for my hand and guided it to Shane’s cock, and like her, my fingers couldn’t encompass its thick girth. It was slightly thicker at the base than the head, fat veins stood proud while pumping the necessary blood to keep it erect. The circumcised head was large and round, and already slippery from Marisa’s saliva. She again lowered her mouth over the head and suckled him while I slowly stroked his shaft.
Then she lifted her mouth and looked over at me with a smirk, “Your turn.”
I held her stare as I lowered my face to his cock, my tongue swiftly darting over the eye causing Shane to shiver. Marisa laughed as I tormented him for a few seconds before slipping my lips over the bulbous head. My mouth was stretched wide and I knew that I was going to struggle with his size, but there’s more than one way to skin a cat. I sucked him for a while then lifted my mouth allowing my tongue to trace the rim of the head and the glands below. Marisa’s lips replaced mine, and we shared duties, her sucking and me licking, leaving Shane whimpering quietly in pleasure. Our mouths were so close that we couldn’t help but touch, and I began to notice Marisa intentionally doing it. Then all of a sudden, her lips were upon mine, and I initially tensed in shock. But I didn’t pull away as her warm tongue entered my mouth and danced briefly over mine before retreating to Shane’s cock.
Wild thoughts flooded my mind at Marisa’s audacity, for I had never been kissed by another woman, or even had thoughts in that direction. I was confused but not unhappily so as I continued my licking duties of Shane’s cock. Marisa’s mouth again came close to mine, and I surprised myself and turned to meet her kiss, and our tongues desperately sought each others. Her lips were warm and soft, the taste of foreign lipstick and Pina Colada apparent. Marisa broke the kiss and returned to Shane’s cock but returned several times to steal another kiss.
“Mmmmmmmmm, we’re gonna have some fun tonight.” she said turning her attention to the removal of Shane’s shirt and trousers.
I carried on with my stroking and licking as Shane was completely stripped. The next thing I know is that Marisa slipped over both Shane and I leaving me pinned between them. I sat nervously still as both Shane and Marisa turned their attention to me; they took turns gently kissing me as their hands began to roam over my aroused body.
“Are you okay with this?” Shane whispered into my ear between kisses.
“I guess.” I replied nervously. “I don’t want you to stop.”
For those who have never experienced two pairs of hands seducing you, I can tell you its absolutely incredible. There’s confusion mixed with excitement and the odd flash of panic. My blouse was unbuttoned and removed, my bra straps eased over my shoulders exposing my breasts. I heard myself cry with pleasure as they each took one sensitive nipple and suckled gently. I then felt a hand on each of my thighs slowly sliding upwards taking turns to caress my pussy through my jeans. My eyes were closed as my jeans were unbuttoned and the zip unfastened. I eagerly raised myself from the couch so they could be slipped downwards; my only concern was embarrassment of how wet they might find me. My panties quickly followed my jeans and it only took the removal of my bra to leave me naked as the day I was born. Gentle hands spread my legs a little, and I felt the first tentative exploration of my wet pussy. I nervously opened my eyes to take in the proceedings.
“Mmmmm, what a thick bush.” Marisa commented running her fingers back and forth through my pubes.
For a short time this naughty couple were content to explore my body. My pussy was nicely stroked, my clitoris given all the attention that a clitoris deserves. There were hands and little kisses everywhere as my anticipation of what might lay ahead heightened my excitement. Marisa then got to her feet, shrugged herself out of her dress and stepped out of it. She looked over at me to make sure I was watching as her bra was also discarded. She stepped closer as her hands moved to her lacy gold panties and pushed them seductively downwards exposing a completely bald pussy. Her lips were large and pronounced with a hint of pink peeking through the slit between. Her tan body was lean but curvy, her breasts smallish and slightly low from motherhood. A narrow waist curved outwards to hips and round thighs. She let me look for a while; then stepped close enough to Shane so he could kiss her thighs and pronounced pubic mound before running a finger back and forth through her bald slit.
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