He stood up and, with his back to her, pulled down his swim suit. Her eyes briefly moved over the gorgeous curve of his ass before he sat down. He adjusted his erect penis so it lay mostly towards the right side of his belly. As far as she knew it was fully erect; as it was, she tried to completely ignore it. Instead she repeated the previous process, creating first a general outline and then giving definition before beginning the details. Her pencil moved a little slower this time. She found it harder to concentrate. Her eyes fell involuntarily to his groin and she quickly looked back up. He was watching her very intently.
For the first time her lips parted; she was finding it difficult to breath. She stopped for a moment to drink some of the Sangria, swallowing much more than just a sip this time. Then she went back to work, telling herself she must remain professional. He didn’t want her losing it. She had a harder time with his nipples; they seemed to have grown erect and she couldn’t create the shadow to her satisfaction. His chest was rising and falling faster this time, and he kept moving his hand to adjust his penis. Her gaze swept over his groin to his legs; she’d go back to his groin in a minute. She fleshed out his legs and feet, and drew the end of the chair, and then went back up. His penis had thickened somewhat and she knew he was becoming more aroused. His thighs moved imperceptibly against his balls, gently squeezing them. She hurried to finish his genitals, frowning as she did so. God, she was so turned on. Her crotch was burning with desire for him but she didn’t dare move. She finished drawing the lines of his cock and sac and moved back up to his face. His lips were beginning to curl back and his eyes to narrow.
Somehow she caught that look, and brought it out on the flat piece of paper in front of her. She ripped out the sheet of paper and gave it to him, not stopping to look at it. He gave the sketch a cursory glance and set it down.
“Will you do another one?”
Holly glanced at her watch. Forty-five minutes had passed.
“Alright.”
She raised her pencil over a fresh sheet of paper, ready. He closed his eyes and put one arm over his head and began to stroke himself. She began to sketch more rapidly than the first time, but from the beginning it wasn’t right. She angrily tore it out and tossed it on the floor. David lifted his head to look at her.
“I messed up,” she said and started again.
He lowered his arm to its previous position, by his side, and gazed at her through half-open eyelids. His hand moved over his penis in long, intense strokes, his hips rising slightly upwards. Holly struggled with the line. It wasn’t right. She erased and tried again, tilting her head to find her error. What was she doing wrong?
She crossed her legs and immediately wished she hadn’t. Her clitoris was engorged and the added pressure from her thighs squeezing against her made it impossible for her to concentrate. But she stayed that way, sketching his body as he pleasured himself. His mouth was slack and his chest rose and fell rapidly. His eyes bore into her; she longed to lock eyes with him and watch him as he orgasmed, but she refused herself that luxury.
His pumping increased to a feverish pace and his face contorted. She was not nearly done. She tried to catch that moment, when the muscles in his forearm almost popped through his oiled skin and his toes curled under and his nostrils flared and he came. His semen shot out over his arm and splattered onto the patio. He continued rubbing his dick, looking at her, his expression becoming relaxed and peaceful.
Slowly he rose to his feet and walked to her side and glanced down at the drawing.
“It isn’t very good,” she admitted.
His hand moved over her shoulder. He bent and dropped a kiss on her cheek just under her eye.
“Thank you, Holly. Wait for me. I’ll be back in a minute.”
She gazed in front of her, seeing nothing. She was so near orgasm that she was afraid to move. But her body had a will of its own. Her thighs pressed together, causing a chain reaction. Grabbing onto the arms of the iron chair, she clinched her teeth as her clit orgasmed against the thick seam of her blue jeans. Desperately she tried to keep her hips still, but they rocked under her anyway, over and over and over again, as the wave of ecstasy carried her along. Her ragged breathing slowly calmed and her shoulders and arms relaxed back into the chair. The muscles in her face softened for the first time in over an hour. She breathed deeply the scents of lemongrass and honeysuckle that hung in the air. Her eyes closed. She could have easily fallen asleep at that very moment.
A hand moved across her shoulder blades and she opened her eyes to see David standing in front of her wearing a pair of baggy shorts and a t-shirt.
“Come inside with me,” he said.
She roused herself, wondering if he had seen her. Would he be angry?
David bent to pick up the sketches she’d made and reexamined them with a discriminating eye. She tore the last picture out of her sketch book and handed it to him.
“It isn’t very good,” she said again. “I couldn’t get the line right.'
“Perhaps next time,” he said, and gave her an encouraging half-smile.
Holly looked away. She wasn’t sure she wanted a next time.
David studied her face. “Is this okay with you?” he asked. “Because if it isn’t let me know now and I won’t mention it again.”
“It was difficult,” she admitted.
“I admire your professionalism. You stayed with me to the very end. Other artists haven’t been able to.”
Other artists. So, there were others he had employed for the task.
She followed him into the house, feeling even more uneasy now that she had to leave. In some way it felt as though she’d had sex with him, and yet now they were parting on the most indifferent of terms. Was this how it felt to be a prostitute?
At the last moment, as she started out the door, he caught her arm and she stopped to look up at him.
“This isn’t right,” he said in a voice laden with doubt and conviction. He touched the side of her cheek, his dark brows furrowed over his eyes. “I don’t want you to go. Stay with me, Holly. I don’t know what will happen, but I do know I want you to stay.”
She stared for a long while up into his eyes. How easy it would be for him to hurt her. And yet, in some strange way she sensed that he was the one who was damaged. She saw him in that moment as the boy he had been in high school, wildly popular, and yet, like the rest of them, just a boy.
She nodded, and turned with him back into the house. Setting down her sketch pad, she moved with him into the living room. He had only begun to reveal himself to her.
The End
Some Strange
The dancer’s thong-clad ass gyrated in front of Ben’s eyes. Leaning in, he could smell the too-strong reek of her perfume, overpowering the stench of cigarettes and stale beer. The only smell that competed with the cheap perfumes the dancers doused themselves with was the rutting smell of testosterone oozing out of male pores. Ben removed a five-dollar bill from his pocket, creasing it long-wise down the middle and waving it at the nearly nude woman.
The dancer stood, facing away from him, her long legs firm and muscled beneath tanned skin. Placing her hands on the floor in front of her, she brushed her long hair on the floor while staring between her calves, directly into Ben’s eyes. Ben assumed the stare was intended to be direct and alluring, but he saw the distant coldness behind her dilated pupils, and felt he was staring into the blank eyes of a doll. After bouncing her shapely ass a few times, the stripper pivoted, kneeling in front of Ben. She reached out her hands, linking her fingers behind his neck and drawing him forward into her chest. In a practiced move, she placed his nose squarely on her breastbone, then pressed her large round mammaries against his cheeks. After a moments pressure from the smooth warm skin, she released his face from its fragrant prison, allowing him to sit back into his chair. Smiling, she arched back, one slender hand lifting the Spandex fabric of her tiny underwear.
Ben carefully tucked the bill underneath the lifted fabric, sliding his fingers down into the crease of her hip. The backs of his fingers brushed the smooth skin covering the mound of her pubis. He felt the dancer’s belly tense as he reached too far towards the folds of her vagina, and slowly began to draw his fingers out. He felt the bristling hair of her not-too-recently-shaved pubis poke into the skin on the backs of his fingers. Ben leaned in again, raising his voice over the deafening music and calling out to the dancer, “Two words baby, wax it, wax it!”
The dancer moved away on the elevated dance floor, and Ben saw her mouth the word “asshole.” Ben chuckled and glanced towards the door. His friend Daniel was just entering, spreading his arms as the bouncer waved a metal-detecting wand along his limbs and torso. Ben waved at Daniel, then turned back to watch a new dancer step onto the stage, shedding a sheer robe and her bra top as she began to wiggle her hips to the beat of the next song.
“Ben, what the hell are we doing here? Your wife would freak if she knew we were in this place!” Daniel sat heavily into the chair next to Ben’s, a small table between them.
Ben waved at the table, “I got you a beer, and don’t worry about Margaret; she’s out of town. What she doesn’t know won’t hurt her.”
“So what, we’re gonna sit here all night and stick our money in these girls’ underwear?” Daniel took a sip of his beer and frowned at Ben. “No offense or anything, but what’s the point? After five minutes, you’ve seen enough sets of tits and ass that they all start to look alike.”
“No, the night just starts here, to get us in the mood. Since Margaret’s out of town, I’m on the hunt for some strange!”
“What this isn’t strange enough for you? Bunch of girls grinding their tits in your face? You want to go to the Rocky Horror Picture Show or something?”
“No, I need some strange; Margaret’s the only inkwell I’ve dipped my pen in for five years. I’m looking for something new tonight, to put a little more lead in my pencil.”
“You’re mixing your metaphors Ben, but I’ll come along for the ride I guess.”
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The bars followed in a dizzying progression, marked only by the different beers available at each, and the women that Ben stalked around the bar at each establishment. At some, Ben ground his hips against the pelvises of drunken college girls, until their friends dragged the inebriated co-eds away. At others, women with faces made leathery by years of cigarette smoke bobbed their heads to twanging country guitars and patted Ben’s thigh beneath scarred wooden tables.
As the hour reached one o’clock, the pair found themselves in a dark bar near the airport. Drinkers hunched protectively over their glasses, as if guarding them from each other. Daniel glanced around owlishly, beer-sodden eyes peering out from behind his glasses. “Ben, what are we doing here? This is the worst place yet! If you’ve got to get laid, why don’t you go back to that bar with the redneck chick that wanted to take you back to her trailer?”
“No, this is the place, I’m sure of it. Drunk stewardesses, wives on business trips. This is the place.”
Daniel staggered onto a barstool, reluctantly ordering yet another beer. He sipped it slowly, propping his heavy head up on wilted arms, while he watched his friend slowly stalk around the bar. He watched as Ben sat next to first one woman, then visited briefly with a pair of older women in business suits. As Ben walked towards Daniel again, Daniel reached into his pocket, drawing out a sweaty, crumpled bill. Tossing it onto the bar, next to his half-finished beer, he stood. “I’m outta here Ben. You’re on your own, good luck.”
“Wait Dan, how’re you gonna get home? Plus, don’t you want to get laid too? I’m looking for both of us!”
“I’m taking a cab Ben, and no thanks. I’m not interested in getting any weird pussy tonight.”
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“Strange pussy Dan, not weird!” Ben turned as Daniel pushed past him.
“Don’t get a disease Ben. Good night.” Dan pushed open the door, and stepped out into the night.
Ben watched the door shut behind his friend, then sat down heavily at the bar. Lifting the remnants of his friend’s beer, he sipped at it and nodded at the bartender, who brought him another beer of his own.
Out of the corner of his eye, Ben saw a female form settle onto the stool next to him. Smiling, he turned towards her, finding a slender dark-haired woman, clad in a dark blue suit.
Thirty minutes later, Ben was amazed to find himself signing into a nearby hotel. Lines that had crashed and burned all night were now sparking smiles and giggles in the woman. He offered his credit card to the hotel clerk, to pay for the night. Karen, as he had learned was the woman’s name, leaned forward, “Better make it two nights, and tell your staff not to bother us. It’s going to take me at least two nights to get everything I want out of this guy.”
Karen’s hand was on Ben’s ass as they walked towards the elevator, and was inside his pants as they rode the elevator up to their floor. He felt himself hardening in her grasp, and his breath was coming quickly as the elevator’s doors opened on their floor. Aside from doctors asking him to cough, Karen’s was the first hand in over six years to touch his cock.
Within moments, the two were in the room, each pulling hungrily at the others’ clothes. Ben clumsily pulled off his shoes, then yanked his feet free of the trousers and underwear that bunched around his ankles. He leaned forward as Karen reached behind her back, popping her brassiere’s catch. Using his nose, Ben lifted her bra up from below, the hot nipple of her breast spilling into his mouth. Sucking it greedily, he moaned as Karen’s hands linked behind his head, driving his mouth hard against her breast. She pushed him backward, guiding him onto the bed; her breast still pressed into his mouth.
As Ben fell back onto the bed, Karen’s breast popped free of his mouth. She stood next to the bed for a moment, quickly pushing down her skirt and tugging her bra off her shoulders. She stood there for a moment, then crawled onto the bed, straddling Ben’s hips.
“Oh god I’m so HUNGRY” she growled, as she began grinding her pubis against Ben’s erection.
“Me too baby, I want you bad too.” Ben reached up to place his hands on Karen’s hips, feeling her muscles and bones flex as she rocked back and forth along the shaft of his penis. “I want to be inside you,” he moaned.
“I want you inside me too, Ben, all of you.” Karen leaned forward, reaching between them and grasping his cock. She guided him up and into her.
As the head of his penis entered Karen’s warmth, Ben sucked breath in, clenching Karen’s hips. His hands forced her further down onto him, her wetness and heat soaking into him. An incredibly intense surge of sensation shot through Ben, starting at his crotch and flooding outward. His hands lost their grip on Karen’s hips, and his arms fell limply onto the bed. Ben tried to speak or moan, but found his lungs unable to expand enough to suck in the air needed to make any sound at all. It took effort just to suck in enough air for a shallow breath. Panicked, Ben tried to sit up, to thrust Karen off of him, to escape. He found that all he could move was his eyes. Looking down at the union of he and Karen, he saw that as she began to slide upwards, lifting off his penis, something of her stayed glued to him, as if her vagina was turning inside out on his cock!
Karen slid down again, then lifted her body off of him a second time. This time, the strange organ that stretched out covered his scrotum, as well as part of his belly. “Don’t you worry about a thing lover, you just lie back and let me do all the work.” Karen smiled down at Ben, patting his frozen cheek. It’s gonna take me a while to get all of my stomach out, but you don’t have to do a thing except lie there and look delicious."
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“Daniel, this is Margaret, Ben’s wife?”
Daniel held the phone to his ear and winced. Dammit, hangovers weren’t supposed to last two days! “Yeah Margaret, how are you?”
“I’m okay, I just got back from a trip. Do you know where Ben is? He isn’t here, and he didn’t leave a note.”
“I don’t know Margaret. We had a few drinks a couple of nights ago, but I haven’t heard from him since.”
“A few drinks hunh? I bet that son-of-a-bitch went out looking to get laid, didn’t he?” Margaret’s voice spat through the phone, and Daniel pulled the receiver away from his ear. “Well if you hear from him, you tell him not to come home if he put his dick somewhere it doesn’t belong. You tell him I said he can just crawl up in that pussy and die for all I care!”
The End
I think it’s somewhere around 3:00 or 3:30 in the morning, but I can’t be sure. Is this his bed, or even his house? I can’t be sure of that either. A few things I do know – this is his shirt I’m wearing, his name is Stefan, and I did just sleep with him. Well, “sleep” is putting it nicely. Oh God, I’m going to regret having done this. I already regret it. How could I be so weak? I’m not a weak person, I don’t sleep around, and I don’t fall for guys that easily. And it’s not like he’s a stranger. I mean, I’ve known Stefan for nearly a year. Oh, Kevin, this is so your fault!
Chistine and I arrived midway through the party at Mike’s house. It was a big old house that he shared with three other guys. All four of them had graduated from college in the past year but acted as though they had never left. Like most of Mike’s impromptu parties, he invited tons of girls but only a handful showed up. There were plenty of guys, though, somewhere like 25 if I had stopped to count, making the ratio something like five to one, in our favor of course.
“Laurie, you need this party,” Christine yelled over the music. “You need to show Kevin that you’re not going to take being dumped.”
“I know, I’ll be fine,” I answered, but I didn’t feel fine. I felt the rejection that comes with abandonment. I still felt that the rug had been pulled out from under me, and I was lost and set adrift, that I had no one who cared for me anymore.
From all outward appearances I was primed for fun. I dressed in party mode, wearing a jean skirt, a cream colored cami and heels. Well, they were small heels but that was a lot for me. I have pretty nice legs and like to show them off on occasion. Kevin had given me an excuse to bring them out of hiding. But inside I was a shell of emptiness. No, that’s not quite right, I was full of self-pity. I felt wronged and full of doubt. I wasn’t sure if this party was the answer, but a night out with Christine was better than sitting at home wallowing in melancholy.
I saw him talking to a group of guys in the kitchen. I suppose my glance lingered a little too long because when he looked back, I averted my eyes too late and noticed that Christine had left my side. I was caught, but he didn’t embarass me. He kept on talking to the guys.It was probably a half hour later that he made his way to the living room and gave me a nod.
“Hi Laurie.”
“Hi,” I answered nonchalantly.
“I’m Stefan, a friend of Mike’s.”
“Yes, I know you. You are also friends with Nick Luciano and Alan Boyle. I’ve seen you out with them,” I said.
“Yes, that’s right,” and he smiled that devilish grin of his as he looked directly into my eyes.
I think he might have known something right there, because I had to look away. Was it that obvious that I was attracted to him? I mean, other than the smile, the dark brown eyes, the broad shoulders and his captivating presence, I tried to remain composed. Could he also smell my vulnerability? Could he somehow see that my pulse was racing?
“Would you like something to drink?” he asked.
“What’s there to drink?” I asked in response.
“I think it’s just beer. I hope you like beer,” he smiled again and laughed.
“I guess I have no choice,” I answered.
About that time the music grew loud again and I followed him to the kitchen, where he graciously bypassed the keg and opened up a bottle of Belgium beer - a name I’d never heard before. We couldn’t return to the living room, so we made our way upstairs, where I met up with Christine, who gave me an overtly embarassing wink and nod when she saw Stefan following me. She already had a little bit to drink, but she was harmless. I did notice her whisper something to him as he passed her, and wondered what it was she said, but she and Stefan were better acquainted as friends, so I didn’t think much of it.
The upstairs was open, but more quiet than the din of the party downstairs. Stefan and I made small talk, continuosly moving in a way that prevented the awkwardness of pauses. He spoke with an irresistable smooth and calm, and I found myself charmed by the movement of his lips when he made “o” and “a” vowel sounds. At some point he asked me if I wanted to see something interesting. I nodded my head and said “sure.” He lead me to a door which looked as though it opened to a bathroom. It was a bathroom, but it was also much more, since a new jacuzzi had been put in.
I kind of laughed, since it was such a bachelor guy thing to have. He told me that he helped install it. He turned on the tract lighting and then flipped another switch which sent the waters churning. I looked at him, wondering if he thought I was going to get into it, but he had other plans. Instead he leaned over and kissed me. It seemed such like such a sweet kiss, like he was almost apologetic for doing it. I closed my eyes and let him kiss me again, only his lips touching me, but we held it for several minutes before he released.
“Try the water. You might find it nice if you want to stick your legs in,” he offered.
I obliged him and took off my shoes. Then, I sat on the edge and eased my legs into the water. He was right, it was nice. He sat next to me, but didn’t put his legs in. Rather, he sat where he could face me with his legs dangling outside of the tub while mine were inside. He tilted my chin back and leaned in, kissing me again. I kiseed him back and didn’t wait for him to open his mouth. I opened mine wide as I closed my eyes again. I felt his tongue enter my mouth and I leaned over further toward him. To keep my balance, I reached my arm around his neck and held myself there.
He explored my mouth with his tongue, and all I could think about was how wonderful he felt, how great he smelled and how good he tasted. I lifted my other hand and pushed it against his chest. Yes, this is what I needed, a good snog with a guy who was great at kissing. Oh, how he took my breath away! Then, he moved his hand off my shoulder and glided his way down to my breast, caressing it. I’d always been self-conscious about my small breasts, so I was a little unsure of myself when he started fondling them, but I figured it was a small price to pay for the way he was making me feel.
I kept my lips locked onto his, swirling my tongue and holding him. He then reached under my cami and ascended his hand up my chest, fingering my nipples and squeezing my breast. I didn’t object and indulged him, arching my back in an attempt to make my bust seem larger than it really was. After a few moments both of his hands were under my cami caressing both breasts. He was gentle and exquisite, touching me softly and enticingly in a way that bordered on teasing. He pulled his lips from mine but held his hands on my breasts. I kept my head tilted back with my eyes closed. I didn’t know I could get such pleasure from his hands. I must have held a look of satisfaction on my face, since he pulled my cami up over my breasts and continued fondling them. I swirled my legs around in the jacuzzi, relishing the tingling from the water jets, letting my legs move in small counter-cirlces in the hot water.
I found myself opening my legs as far as the skirt would let me, though I must have done it subconsciously. I didn’t realize this until I felt his fingers move up my thigh. I flinched suddenly and opened my eyes, not so much shocked but surprised by the softness of his fingers. He leaned over and whispered into my ear, “I want you.”
I had heard this proposition a number of times before, and before it didn’t take much for me to summon my resolve and gracefully escape with some dignity in tact. Oh, but Stefan, you caught me with my defenses down. You charmed me and I didn’t want to resist. And Kevin, you opened the door for this. You as much as threw me into the path of a guy I knew had a reputation as a charming womanizer. And I surrenderred under his advances.
“Not here,” I whispered back.
I don’t remember much about leaving the party, except that I told Christine that Stefan and I were going for a walk. She seemed too occupied in dominating the conversation she was in. She’s a drama queen that way. The ride in his car was a blur. I looked out the window but didn’t seem to notice anything. I was a bit numb, but also tingling at the same time.
The house was a small bungalow, and it looked like one of the many rental houses that littered the area around campus. He never turned on a light, but didn’t have to since he knew his way around in the darkness. I could tell that it was Spartan, since there were no obstacles between the door and the room. He paused before opening the bedroom door, and kissed me again, distracting me with his mouth while he pulled my cami up over my arms. He kissed me deeply as he removed my skirt and panties before opening the door. He picked me up and carried my naked body into the room and laid me on the bed.
I lay there on my back, prone and inviting, my eyes closed and my arms lifted above my head and resting on a pillow. I willed him to take me. He opened my legs and rubbed me gently. Aww, he knew what he was doing. He had the touch of a guy who had done this many times before. His hands and fingers spent several minutes exploring my body before he lifted himself up and stood by the foot of the bed. I opened my eyes to see him remove his shirt, his pants, and his boxers. I was ready for him and he was ready for me.
He bore down on me gently, though I have to say that for all the smoothness of foreplay, he entered me more forcefully than I anticipated. I had only been with three guys in my life before Stefan, and with all three I pretty much controlled the act of intercourse. But with Stefan, it was more than intercourse, it was primal sex – not dirty or vulgar, but savage and uninhibited. When he came inside of me, he held me down in such a way that I felt I was being controlled. It was exhilirating, though I didn’t reach an orgasm.
I feared that once he finished, he would roll over and search for his clothes. But to my delight he took me again, this time from behind, reaching around my waist midway through, he massaged my clitoris. I released my inhibitions and whimpered with delight. I think it actually turned him on. He brought me to an orgasm that left me quivering for what seemed like ten minutes, though I suppose it was probably closer to thirty seconds. Oh, God, it felt great.
We laid there in the afterglow, silent but running fingers over each other’s shoulders, chests, arms, and lips. I have to admit he was a good lover, or at least at making love. I don’t know what possessed me to do it, but I felt obliged to take him in my mouth. I crawled down to his waist and took ahold of him, leaning down, my lips just a few inches from him when he spoke.
“You don’t have to do that if you don’t want to,” he said.
“What?” I asked, not sure if I understood what he meant.
“I love being inside you,” he responded. He paused for a moment. “I do,” he added.
I lifted my head up and looked toward him. I then lifted my leg over him, straddling his waist. From here I took him and directed him inside of me again. I sat atop him as he lay on his back. As I lowered myself, I felt him pressing deeper inside. As if on cue, he reached up and fondled my breasts. I arched my back but still moved up and down above him. I wanted to think that I was in control, but when he dropped his hands to my waist, he actually picked up my body and lowered it, pressing deep each time. I took in deep breaths in rhythm with each stroke, but it didn’t take me very long to reach my rapture. I was a willing puppet. I arrived at my orgasm before he did, but I kept the undulating movement of my body steady,and intensified my carelessly loud whimpering until he reached his climax. It was the first time I had ever orgasmed from intercourse alone.
And so now I contemplate getting up and making a quiet exit while he sleeps. Or, I could stay here and wait until he wakes up. Will he regret it? No, he’s a guy, but I don’t know if he’ll want me around when he wakes up. Oh, Christine, I hope you made it home alright. I’m sure you did. And, I bet I know what you said to Stefan – you told him that Kevin had broken up with me. Oh, God, what have I done? I definitely will have to break up with Kevin now.
Beer, Fishing, Golf & Sex
A man was walking down the street
when he met a particularly dirty and
shabby-looking
homeless man who asked him for
a couple of dollars
for dinner.
The man took out his wallet, extracted ten dollars
and asked,
“If I give you this money, will you
buy some beer with it
instead of dinner?”
“No, I had to stop drinking years ago,”
the homeless man
replied.
“Will you use it to go fishing
instead of buying food?”
the man asked.
“No, I don’t waste time fishing,”
the homeless man said.
“I need to spend all my time
trying to stay
alive.”
“Will you spend this on greens fees
at a golf course
instead of food?
" the man asked.
“Are you NUTS!”
replied the homeless man.
“I haven’t played golf
in 20 years!”
“Will you spend the money on
a woman in the red light district
instead of food?”
the man asked.
“What disease would I get for
ten lousy bucks?”
exclaimed the homeless man.
“Well,” said the man,
“I’m not going to give you the money.
Instead, I’m going to take you home
for a
terrific dinner cooked
by my
wife.”
The homeless man was astounded.
“Won’t your wife be
furious with you for doing that?
I know I’m dirty,
and I probably
smell pretty disgusting.”
The man replied, “That’s okay.
It’s important for her to see
what a man looks like after he
has given up:
Beer–Fishing–Golf,
&– Sex.”
It shouldn’t, take a brick!!
A young man , was driving his newjag, XJ12,
a little faster than expedient
in a residential part of downtown.
The thrill of the power
and the accomplishment of
getting His first
new exotic car,
was pushing his accelerater,
without much help from his senses.
He watched for someone
darting out from between,
one of the parked cars,
and began to slow a little.
He thought He saw something, but when He drove by the spot:
he didn’t see anythig, but , wait. What– Blam!!
A chunk of the curb hit his
drivers door and stopped him cold.
What the hell, he roared,
Who the fu– did that?
He sped in reverse
to see a young black kid,
cowereing near a car.
He yelled at the urchin who dare
dent his new jag; for, You see,
he just recently arrived at a
long time goal.
From the gutters of 183rd St,
to a sucessful stock broker.
Indignation and pride were fueling
his rage
at the “used to be version”
of himself, in front of him.
Why did you throw that brick at me? look what you did to my new car.
You’ll pay one way or the other
you little—
The young boy, in tears
was pointing to a gap between
the next two cars and said: please, mister I’m sorry!
My brother fell off the curb
in his wheelchair.
I was scarit he would git hit,
and I couldn’t lift him up by mys ownsef. I didn’t know what else to do.
All the cars just kep on goin. So I picked up this piece of brick,
his wheelchair knocked loose, and threw it at you.
Please don’t hurt me.
I’m sorry, Help me,
please!!
Well the man was devastated, and his selfish, arrogant behavior.
convicted his heart,
that he wouldn’t really be a success
of any kind, if he couldn’t
Be: Kind.
He helped the boy’s brother,
and placed them safely
on the sidewalk.
He gave them $20 dollars
and told them to take
dinner home for the family!!
He drove curteously and safely thru the neighborhoods,
knowing that this strange encounter
had benifitted his soul and heart;
and vowed never again
to have to wait for the brick,
to hit him,
before paying attention
to the needs
of others.
Once below deck, Diane sat on the couch, patted the cushion next to her, and said, “Reiko, sit next to me.”
She welcomed the chance to sit close to Diane.
Diane smiled at Reiko and asked, “Now are you glad you came to Hawaii?”
“My English is not good enough to tell you how very happy I am at this moment.”
Sean sat on the other side of Reiko.
“Maybe you can just show us by giving each of us a kiss?” Sean smiled.
Reiko stared into Sean’s inviting eyes. Feeling the effects of the liqueur, wine, and the euphoria of the evening, Reiko’s inhibitions were quickly melting away. This man and woman had shown her one of the most amazing days of her life. She felt so close to both of them, that she wanted to share herself with them. Reiko smiled and nodded.
Sean slipped his powerful arm around Reiko’s shoulder, pulled her close, and pressed his lips to hers. Reiko was somewhat surprised by the passion in Sean’s kiss, but welcomed it.
“Hey, don’t I get a kiss too?” Diane said.
Sean and Reiko broke their embrace, and Reiko turned toward Diane, smiling. The two women put their hands on each other’s shoulders and pressed their lips together. When Reiko felt Diane’s tongue brush her lips, she opened her mouth to receive it. Diane slid her lips slowly against Reiko’s, as their tongues intertwined.
With his fingers, Sean moved Reiko’s long dark hair to expose her neck, and began to kiss her soft skin. Reiko moaned quietly. She had never been pleasured by two people at once and was savoring the sensuality. Reiko then felt Diane’s hands slip under her shirt and move up to her breasts. Skilled fingers rubbed Reiko’s nipples through her bra. After feeling Reiko’s nipples become erect, Diane grabbed the bottom of Reiko’s shirt and lifted it. Reiko raised her arms to ease its removal.
Then it was Sean’s turn to kiss Reiko again. She opened her mouth to receive his tongue and ran her hand over his chest. While Diane watched Sean fondle Reiko’s breasts, she quickly removed her own shirt and shorts, revealing a skimpy white bra and white bikini panties. Diane moved to Sean, took hold of the bottom of his shirt, and began to lift. Sean broke his kiss with Reiko to allow his wife to pull the shirt off. Reiko admired his muscular, hairy chest. Sean pulled Diane close and they kissed passionately. Reiko watched Sean’s hands fondle Diane’s large breasts over her bra. Reiko had been wanting to touch those beautiful breasts all day, so she reached up and placed her small palm over Diane’s left bra cup. She felt its heft and gently rubbed.
Diane paused kissing Sean, smiled at Reiko, and said softly, “That feels so good.”
Diane sat on Reiko’s left again. Reiko grinned at Diane.
Diane returned the smile and said seductively, “My husband has a big hard-on. I’ll bet you’d like to see it. You know what I mean by hard-on?”
Reiko momentarily felt shy and replied, “His penis?”
Diane smiled and said, “Yeah, his erect penis.”
“I would love to see his hard-on,” Reiko grinned.
Reiko smiled up at Sean who had a lustful leer on his face.
Diane undid Sean’s shorts and then slid the zipper down. She slipped her fingers into the waistband of his boxer briefs and pulled them down along with his shorts, until they fell to the floor. He stepped out of them and stood facing the women, hands on hips.
Reiko gazed at his ivory erection standing straight out like a flagpole. She estimated it to be about eight inches long and proportionately thick.
“It is the nicest one I have ever seen,” Reiko whispered.
When Diane grasped Sean’s rod and stroked it, Sean closed his eyes and moaned, “Oh, yeah.”
With her right hand, Diane grasped Reiko’s left wrist and guided Reiko’s hand to Sean’s erection. When the palm of her hand contacted the head of Sean’s hard-on, Reiko needed no further guidance. She curled her fingers around the shaft, replacing Diane’s hand. She squeezed gently and felt the warm rod throb in her hand. Reiko looked up at Sean and smiled as she stroked his big boner.
Sean returned her smile and whispered, “That’s a good girl.”
Diane reached behind Reiko, unhooked her bra, and helped slide it off. When Reiko released her grip on Sean’s hard-on, Sean sat on her opposite side. Almost as one, Diane put her mouth to Reiko’s left nipple and Sean began to lick Reiko’s right nipple. Reiko moaned quietly.
After a couple of minutes, Diane unhooked the rivet on Reiko’s jeans and pulled the zipper down. As Diane watched Sean licking Reiko’s nipples, she hooked her fingers into Reiko’s waistband and began to slide down her pants. Reiko lifted her hips to ease their removal. Diane then removed Reiko’s bikini panties, exposing her fine, black pubic hair.
Next, Diane quickly removed her own panties and knelt before Reiko, who spread her legs to receive the beautiful woman. Reiko gazed into Diane’s eyes a second before Diane pressed her lips into Reiko’s muff and kissed her vagina. Reiko moaned as Sean licked her nipples and his lovely wife licked Reiko’s wet pussy.
With her right hand, Reiko squeezed Sean’s hard-on and felt it throb in her hand. She ran the fingers of her left hand through Diane’s soft blonde hair.
Sean began to kiss and lick his way down Reiko’s stomach and down her abdomen, until he joined Diane in licking Reiko’s pussy. Reiko felt Sean slide two long fingers inside of her, as two tongues pleasured her. Both Diane and Sean were virtuoso cunnilinguists, and Reiko became their instrument. They played Reiko until their duets and solos took Reiko to ecstasy.
“Ohah… ohah… ohah!” Reiko panted, as she thrust against their tongues and fingers.
While Sean’s tongue caressed Reiko’s clit, Diane fingered Reiko and said, “Com’on, baby, cum… Just let yourself go… Cum, honey, cum…”
A few seconds later, Reiko’s body shuddered as a powerful orgasm swept through her.
“Aaahhh… yeeaahhh,” Reiko moaned as she continued to shudder.
While Reiko lay panting, trying to catch her breath, Sean and Diane smiled at each other. Their faces glistened with Reiko’s sex juice. Sean toweled off Diane’s face, and then his own. He kissed Diane passionately.
“Lemme suck your dick, hun,” Diane said.
“I’d love that, baby,” Sean said as he stood before Diane.
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Diane grasped Sean’s hard-on, looked up at him, and swirled her tongue around the head five times. She then slid her lips over the head taking the stiff dick deep into her mouth. Sean moaned and ran his fingers into Diane’s soft hair. Reiko moved next to Diane, and watched her suck the handsome hard-on. Diane took her mouth from Sean’s cock and pointed it at Reiko.
“Want some, sweetie?” Diane grinned.
“Yes, please,” Reiko said politely and smiled up at Sean. She took hold of the long boner from Diane, and swirled her tongue around the swollen pinkish head as she’d seen Diane do. When Reiko took the stiff ivory dick into her mouth, she felt it throb on her tongue. She tasted Sean’s pre-cum and swallowed. Reiko couldn’t take the big dick very far into her small mouth, but she slid it in and out rapidly. Sean moaned and ran his fingers through Reiko’s long black hair. Reiko made soft gagging sounds whenever the tall man’s cock reached the back of her throat, and it further excited both Emerys.
While Reiko sucked Sean’s dick, Diane did her best to lick his scrotum. Next, the two women took turns sucking and licking Sean’s throbbing hard-on, even licking it at the same time. Sean was beginning to lose control, and didn’t want to cum just yet.
“Hey, Reiko,” Sean began, “Since Diane licked your pussy, I think you should lick Diane’s.”
Reiko took her mouth from Sean’s erection and said, “Whatever you both want.”
Diane leaned back on the couch and spread her legs to receive the young beauty. Reiko knelt on all fours between her legs. The neatly trimmed dark blonde pubic curls were an unfamiliar sight to the Japanese woman, and Reiko ran her fingertips into Diane’s muff. Reiko’s eyes met Diane’s just before she kissed Diane’s pussy. Diane moaned as Reiko ran her tongue up and down Diane’s moist slit.
Sean had moved behind Reiko. He put the index and middle fingers of his right hand into his mouth, and then he used them to rub Reiko’s young mound. She was still very wet. Sean knelt behind Reiko, rubbed the head of his hard-on against her pussy, and then slowly pushed inside. The petite woman’s vagina was as tight as Sean had expected, and he only pushed his rod half-way in before sliding it back out. He repeated the movement, slowly penetrating a little deeper with each push. Reiko moaned loudly, even with her mouth pressed against Diane’s muff.
Reiko had never been penetrated so deeply before or by such a large erection. She felt Diane’s fingers running through her hair as she licked Diane’s clit. The Emerys had made her cum, and now she wanted nothing more than to return the favor. Reiko slid the index and middle fingers of her right hand into Diane’s wet box, while her tongue lapped Diane’s clit.
“Oh, yeah,” Diane moaned, “I’m almost there, baby.” She thrust her vagina against Reiko’s face, and ran the fingers of both of her hands through Reiko’s hair. Reiko licked Diane’s clit as rapidly and as hard as she could.
“Lick that pussy!” Sean encouraged Reiko, and playfully slapped a hand against her firm ass. Sean knew better than anybody how quickly orgasmic his wife could become. He could tell by the look on Diane’s face that she was near orgasm.
“Keep lickin’, baby… I’m gonna cum,” Diane moaned, “Aaahhh…”
Diane’s body shuddered as the orgasm swept through her, and then she lay panting on the couch. Sean continued to fuck Reiko doggie-style for a minute, before he pulled out.
“I want you to fuck me on top,” Sean said to Reiko, and then laid on his back on the carpeted floor.
Slightly confused, Reiko turned toward Diane and said, “Show me what to do.”
“I’ll do it first, then you copy me,” Diane said.
Diane straddled Sean’s hips, held his erection straight up, and then lowered her pussy onto her husband’s hard-on. Reiko moved around so that she was facing Diane, and could better observe the sex position. Reiko watched as Diane raised and lowered her hips rapidly, sliding Sean’s long dick in and out of her pussy.
“You see, Reiko,” Diane began, “This way you can go fast or slow, lean forward or back, whatever feels good to you. Sean loves everything.”
Diane lifted herself from Sean’s cock and said, “Okay, now your turn, Reiko.” Then Diane moved upward, placed her knees on either side of Sean’s head, and moved her wet pussy against Sean’s tongue.
Reiko straddled Sean’s hips, held the ivory rod straight up, and then slowly lowered her pussy onto the long, stiff cock. She moaned loudly as she felt it fill her. Reiko didn’t think that she would be able to take all of the American’s long erection, but she did. She then raised her hips until she felt the cock barely inside her, and then eased it all the way in again. As Reiko gauged the distance, she was able to increase the speed of her pumping.
Diane turned around to face Reiko, and repositioned her wet muff over Sean’s eager tongue. Diane pressed her lips to Reiko’s, and thrust her tongue into Reiko’s mouth. Diane’s fingers moved down to massage Reiko’s clit as her husband’s hard-on slid in and out. Reiko did her best to lick Diane’s nipples. Then, moaning something in Japanese over and over, Reiko closed her eyes. Pleasure cascaded from her vagina to her brain in waves of increasing intensity. Reiko’s second orgasm was even more intense than her first. Her body shuddered and she yelled, “Aaayyyeee!”
As her spasms subsided, she lifted herself from Sean’s dick and panted, “Your turn, Diane.”
Diane gladly took Reiko’s place riding Sean’s rod. Intoxicated with lust, Reiko took Diane’s position kneeling over Sean’s face. He was in heaven, servicing two beautiful women at the same time. In an amazing display of will, Sean maintained control.
After fucking Sean for several minutes, Diane repositioned herself so that she could suck her husband’s boner.
“Help me suck him off, Reiko,” Diane instructed.
Reiko bent to assist the servicing of Sean’s stiff dick. With a beautiful blonde and a gorgeous Japanese girl sucking and licking his cock and balls, Sean felt the tidal wave of orgasm approaching.
“I’m gonna cum!” Sean announced.
“Suck it, Reiko,” Diane instructed.
Reiko put her mouth over the hard-on, and stroked it. A geyser of warm cum spurted into Reiko’s mouth. She took the cock from her mouth, swallowed, and passed Sean’s boner back to his wife. Reiko watched Diane slide her lips over Sean’s dick and stroke it until he stopped cumming.
The very next afternoon, in the waters off Maui, Reiko witnessed a pod of humpback whales at the surface. She took numerous photographs of them. During her remaining days in Hawaii, Reiko learned a great deal more about whales. Her evenings were spent having sex with Sean and Diane. She returned to Japan seriously considering a career in marine biology. She also returned as an anti-whaling activist and an uninhibited bisexual. As Reiko flipped through the many photos she’d taken in Hawaii, she knew that she would remember her time with Diane and Sean for the rest of her life. She looked forward to visiting them again.
The End