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The Therapy Session

Tuesday, October 19th, 2010

“Janelle,” Dr. Scott said, rolling his chair closer to the red headed lady to the left of the couch. “Just tell me, in your own words, what do you think the problem is?”

“It’s too embarrassing,” the pretty lady said and began to sob again into her handkerchief.

“See doc?” Kurt, her husband said, from the right of the low cloth cushions. “This is what I have been getting for a month; the crying, the embarrassment. But she won’t tell me what’s wrong.”

“Okay, okay” the pretty lady between them said wiping her eyes.

“But you’re not gonna like it,” she said turning to her husband.

“It’s better out than in, Janelle,” the doctor offered.

Kurt’s wife sniffed, sighed then turning to her husband she said: ”We’ve been married eight years, and in all that time I’ve never had an orgasm with you.”

Kurt slumped back as if his wife had struck him. “Jan, I…I mean, how did you…you always seemed to…”

“I am a good actress,” she chuckled. “And now, well all my acting has doomed us…me really. You get what you want; I get nothing. For almost a whole decade of my life!”

Janelle began to weep again.

Dr. Scott stood and said: “Everyone just take a deep breath and relax, let’s see if we can’t work through this thing…together.”

“Janelle” the tall man said walking to his window with his hands clasped behind his back. “If you could have Kurt do one thing, only one, something that you have thought about, that might give you pleasure, what would it be?”

“It’s too late,” she blubbered still looking down into her rather meaty chest.

“It is never too late, tell me, one thing you’ve wanted him to do to you.”

“Janelle,” Kurt said turning to her fully. “I care, tell me, tell me.”

“Tell us Janelle,” the doctor added turning to them both.

“It would be nice, if…if…if just once he performed oral sex on me?”

“I assume Kurt never does that?” the doctor asked the lady.

“I do I do,” Kurt protested.

“Evidently not enough,” the doctor said. “Really Kurt, a man your age should know many woman desire oral sex more than anything else from their partner.”

“I can count the times he’s gone down on me on one hand,” Janelle said. “And even then it was so quick, just enough so he gets hard.”

“Well Kurt?” the doctor asked.

“Ok, I will tonight, I promise.”

“Oh no young man, the time is now,” Doctor Scott said and walked over to Kurt and clasped him on the shoulder.

“Janelle strip please, Kurt on your knees, facing her.”

As Doctor Scott expected, Kurt hesitated, fumbling, huffing, opening and closing his mouth like a trout gulping for air.

Janelle was naked in a minute, writhing and shucking to reveal her lean, long and tan body to the men. Doctor Scott thought Kurt a fool, Janelle was a perfect compliment to all the other pieces of art in his office.

“Kurt?” the doctor promoted as Janelle spread her taut legs sat back once again and Kurt scooted forward.

“Oh, my,” Janelle moaned. “Oh my my my!”

Kurt leaned all the way forward on his knees and placed his open mouth on the spread hot pussy staring him in the face.

“Oh my my my!” his wife screamed.

Doctor Scott walked behind his desk to watch the man’s head waggle side to side as he ate his wife’s pussy better than he ever had.

“Oh, fuck yes,” Janelle called after another minute.

“Eat my pussy, you fuck,” she said after a minute and half.

Doctor Scott rolled up to the front of his desk to hide his erection.

Janelle really did have the most magnificent long legs, which she now had wrapped round her Kurt’s head.

“Lick my cunt, lick my cunt!”

Kurt even stopped momentarily on that exclamation, and Doctor Scott pushed the heel of his palm down against the tenting front of his chinos.

“Lick…my…cunt!” Janelle yelled, sat straight up and Kurt pressed his hands down on her bucking upper thighs while diving in to her spread pussy even deeper.

“Ku…Kur…Kurt!” Janelle wailed and shuttered, her nipples popped and she threw her fiery mane back.

Kurt held onto his wife as the woman came multiple times; four if Doctor Scott’s expert opinion could be trusted.

Ten minutes later, as Kurt lay licking his lips still and Janelle cuddled next to him on the couch, the lady turned to her husband, and out of earshot of Doctor Scott who was at his desk scribbling into his notebook, said:

“Kurt, what’s wrong baby, you look unhappy?”

“I’m just sorry for all of the wasted years,” he said with a shake of his head. “How am I ever going to make it up to you?”

Janelle looked over at Dr. Scott and said: “Doc, pencil us in for same time next week, ok?”

Tease Me

Monday, October 18th, 2010

“Vance,” Jeanne admonished her husband, “the kids are gonna hear.”

Her husband continued to ram his index finger in and out of her fat pussy.

He smiled as his wife bit her lower thick lip and said: ”In another minute I’ll be begging you to fuck me.”

Vance spat an evil chuckle. ”That my dear, is just what I had in mind,” he said.

Twisting his finger harder, his wife bore up on the bed and whimpered. Her pussy was just so silky, in fact Vance was almost sure Jeanne was wetter now, seven years into their marriage, then she ever was when they were teenagers fighting their lusts in the backseat of his car.

Man, could their sex get even better, he wondered.

Could this get any better? Jeanne thought as she opened up even more for her husband.

This heated game the couple played almost every night: Jeanne would purposely undress next to the bed so her husband Vance would get an eyeful of tits and ass, and invariably, he wouldn’t resist the temptation to plow her thick pussy with his fingers.

“Are you hard yet,” Jeanne gasped, as Vance fanned his whole hand up into her wet snatch, tickled her gloppy hole as well as tickled her clit with his pinkie.

“What do you think?” he whispered, throwing back the covers to expose his big hard cock

“Fuuuuckkkk, Vance!” Jeanne gasped. “I need it, I need it now.”

“Maybe,” he teased, fingering his wife even harder. “But like you said, we have to be quiet…and we know you can’t be quiet.”

To emphasize the point, Vance brought his fingers together in his wife’s pussy and she groaned and rolled up closer to his cock. Opening her mouth she lean in and gave his shaft one long loving lick.

Vance pulled back, fingered her harder.

“Vance, Vance,” his wife sighed.

“My, my,” he replied, “I do believe little Jeanne is ready.”

“Let me, let me have it.”

“No, no, you’ll get too loud.”

“No Vance,” Jeanne groaned. “Pa…please.”

“I’m not so sure,” the man teased, lie back a bit to show off his thick seven inch cock as his wife rolled her pussy forward on his hand and began to shutter.

“You sure?” he teased her.

“Vance!”

The usual nighttime understanding passed between the couple and Vance took his hand out from his wife, grabbed both her hips and lifted her ever so slowly onto his cock.

“Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, baby,” Jeanne moaned, as she sat on that big cock, let it shoot up inside her, fill her, spilt her and opened her at the same time, made her whole.

“Yes, my sweetheart.” Vance held his breath as that incredible warmth squished down his cock, tickled his balls.

Jeanne collapsed forward onto Vance’s chest as Vance fucked her hard and they fell into their perfect rhythm as…

“Mommy, I heard a noise,” little Suzy said from the other side of their closed bedroom door.

Jeanne and Vance just looked at each other, stuck as they were in their warmth, wetness and need and wondered…which one of them had been too loud?

The WSC

Sunday, October 17th, 2010

When Charlie mentioned that his private club was having a party Saturday night, and that he wanted Jenny to come with, the tall brunette was thrilled.

“Dress casual,” he had tittered over the phone “You should be ready for just about anything.”

Jenny and Charlie had been having a ‘whirlwind romance’ for the past two months, on top of which, well…Charlie was hung like a horse and knew exactly how to use it! This was the first time that Jenny had ever had a man with over sized equipment, and she now was a true believer in the saying “size DOES matter”.

The night of the party, Jenny sat in Charlie’s passenger seat in a short thin dress-sans bra or panties-and two-inch heels, her long dark hair loose down her shoulders. Charlie was steering them down the deep woodland streets and dark cut backs in what she knew as a very affluent neighborhood and minutes later her boyfriend parked his Lincoln at a spacious Tudor mid way down a tree-tunneled dead end.

“I think you’re really gonna like this,” Charlie said when they walked to the front door of the place and without knocking he opened the front door and ushered Jenny into the large foyer. Laughter and music could be heard coming from the next room, and with his arm around her waist, Charlie led his tall lady into the living room.

Jenny’s head began to spin.

Littered around the room were a variety of couples in various stages of undress. Most were laughing and talking, but some were clearly in the early stages of various sexual acts.

“Jen,” Charlie said helping her into the room by pushing lightly on her lower back. “This is the ‘Walking Stick Club’, the requirement for membership should be obvious.”

By the size and thickness of the cocks Jenny was trying to avoid looking at too long and lovingly, she saw before her a handsome group of very well hung men.

“Do you have to, you know?” she shuttered.

“You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do,” Charlie continued walking her to a high small bar at the right corner of the big dark living room.

Sipping her expensive champagne-the only drink the WSC served-Jenny took a slower studied looked around the group of people around her.

Yes, the man were hung, in fact Jenny saw quite a few erections she would have liked to have gotten a better look at…at least, but the women were equally impressive, all ‘super-model’ quality with fantastically firm young bodies, long legs, high firm asses and nothing smaller then a C-cup. Jenny was happy she sported 36D’s.

“Let me show you our most impressive member,” Charlie said leading his girlfriend from her staring and walking her out the back archway of the room, down a hallway and to a back porch off the kitchen.

Stopping in the doorway, Jenny saw a black man on a low futon with at least a twelve inch cock lying on his back as two blonde women, twins probably, lay on either side of him, naked, cuddling close, taking turns licking up his chocolate shaft.

“Jen, this is Frank Elliot, a good friend of mine,” Charlie said and Jenny turned to a man she had not heard walk up.

The squat yet smiling Frank stuck out his hand.

“Nice to meet you, Charlie talks very highly of you.”

Shaking Franks hand, Jenny couldn’t help but notice the man’s fat prick nearly poking her thighs.

“I’ll be right back,” Charlie said leaving them.

Turning her back to the activity on the porch, Jenny and Frank began to talk in earnest.

Frank was very interesting, full of quick quips and an interest in the same movies as she but, Jenny couldn’t get her mind fully on what he was saying; she was dressed and the man was standing here naked, his big cock bouncing between them.

“There’s another porch,” he said and Jenny sauntered with the short man down a hallway to a smaller screened-in room that was empty.

Frank sat in one of three wicker chairs and spread his legs and Jenny tried not to look down.
“Do you have a preference for color?”

Jenny looked to her right where Frank was indicating; a small wicker table with a bowl atop of it full of condoms.

Seeing a condom rolled down a fat large cock was not an experience Jenny would soon tire of. She was sighing and squirming in the minute it took Frank to cover his cock.

“Can I assume there’s not much on under that dress?”

Jenny smiled, turned and lifted the bottom of her dress to flash her perfect naked ass underneath.

“I really don’t…” she tried looking back at the man sitting under her but Frank reached for her hips and sat the girl reverse straddle down upon his hard erect cock in an instant.

“Ah ha,” Jenny said, speared, spread and so so wet with this cock entering her.

“I leave you for five minutes…” Charlie said, laughing from the door way. Jenny looked up into his smiling face, and instead of disengaging from Frank, she opened the front buttons of her dress to reveal her bare big tits to her man.

“Welcome to the Walking Sticks club,” Charlie said bending to suck Jenny’s tits while Frank fucked her deeper.

The New Boy

Saturday, October 16th, 2010

The band played their last song and forty teenage couples grabbed jackets, shoes and purses, said their goodbyes and headed out the gym doors to their cars.

Once behind the wheel Nancy said to the tall boy next to her: “What do ya say we drive out to the lake and watch the moon over the water?”

“Uh, sure,” Kevin stammered, “that sounds nice.”

“So, how do you like Truman so far?” the pretty black-haired girl continued. “It must be tough starting your senior year in a new school.”

“It’s fine,” Kevin replied, “I mean, yeah, well my dad got the new job, so…I’m meeting nice people.”

Nancy took the obvious compliment from the shy boy and kept her eyes on the dark neighborhood roads ahead.

“We can walk down to the lake,” she said ten minutes later when parking the car at the reservoir.
She reached into the back seat and pulled out a blanket.

Last thing she wanted was to be too forward with this quiet handsome boy, but she knew Kevin would never really make a move unless she pushed the point. It was she who has asked him to the dance, she who had come up to Kevin that day in the cafeteria, she who had first noticed his high little ass and big blue eyes.

The couple stepped gingerly down the grassy hill, Nancy stopping half way to flip off her high heels. Coming to the edge of the calm water, Nancy spread the blanket down and Kevin sat as slowly as she did.

“You know I like you, right?” she said leaning her head on the boy’s big shoulder.

“I like you to,” Kevin said.

He hardly pulled back when Nancy looked and lean up and kissed his mouth hard.

Not expecting his tongue Nancy pulled back off the handsome boy, smiled, then lifted to wiggle up and out of her clingy dress.

Kevin’s big eyes were bulging out of his head.

Nancy knew her voluptuous body looked great under the glowing moonlight, her blue thong and lacy bra luminescent there at the side of the lake.

“Are you just gonna look?” she teased.

Kevin smiled, reached out a hand and touched her right breast.

“Mmmm,” the girl said, lifting her hand to take Kevin’s other hand and put it to her left breast.
Ever so slowly he began to knead her nipple under the lace.

“I know you’re shy, I know you probably have never…”

Nancy’s speech was lost in the calm night as Kevin lifted his right hand off her tit, reached it round back of her and with one snap of his fingers had Nancy’s bra falling down off her huge breasts.

“Kevin, I…” she tried as the boy scooted close to her and dipped his head to begin suckling her boobs.

“Christ!” she said as Kevin expertly pulled at her tits, licked and sucked one to the other, stuffing all her tit flesh in his mouth, eating at her and at the same time, put his hands round the girls back to her ass and squeezed her little butt closer to him.

“Christ!” she repeated to this boy she had thought so shy, so tentative, so…

“Wanna fuck?” Kevin asked leaning off her. “I mean you got me here, you want to go all the way or what?”

Nancy had no real answer as she simply lie back on the blanket and watched Kevin reach for and pull her thong down her long legs, spread them, then unbuckle his pants.

“Wet?” he sakes drumming a free hand up between her legs.

“Na…na…” Nancy said dripping the minute the man inserted a finger right up between her lips and up her hole.

“Surprised?” Kevin said, finally pulling his cock free. He scooted up on his knees between Nancy’s open knees.

Nancy looked down to see quite a large cock in Kevin’s hand, glowing beautifully white in the wan moonlight.

“I love new boys,” she sighed as Kevin spread and planted her with what had to be the biggest cock Nancy had ever felt.

Bath House

Friday, October 15th, 2010

“God, I needed this,” Ellie said to her husband Brad, “there’s just something about a whirlpool that eases all the tension.”

“Mmmmmm, yeah,” he replied while the swirling hot water wafted over his naked lean body, “we should come here more often.”

Ellie was just about to answer when they were interrupted by a naked young man of about nineteen.

“Would either of you care for a drink?”

“Uh…I…I think I’ll have a glass of wine?” Ellie replied while staring at the young man’s bouncing cock. “H…honey?”

“A club soda and a twist of lime,” he replied then the waiter smiled and walked away.

“Such big eyes you have,” Brad said to his pretty wife.

“Did you see the size of his cock? I don’t know where they find these guys, but they’re all hung like horses!”

“And I thought you came here to relax,” Brad chuckled.

After their drinks-and more of Ellie’s staring-the couple emerged dripping, warm and relaxed from their twenty- minute dip.

“I’m gonna go change, hit the weight room,” Brad said.

“Good idea,” Ellie replied, “think I’ll try to get a massage now that I’m all relaxed.”

The couple walked through the ‘adult’ spa, spying guests they had come to know over the past week and the magnificent specimens of the staff they would like to get to know better. “I just love seeing all these naked people, ” Brad offered. “There’s just so much variety.”

Brad watched as short, tall, thick and skinny women, all perfectly proportionate, sauntered by. ”And so much dick,” his wife agreed, staring wide-eyed herself as her little nipples poked far of her D-cups.

“Not to worry though,” she continued, reaching down to tickle her husband’s popping erection.

“Not a woman in this place wouldn’t want to suck yours, I see them staring.”

“I know one you’d like to suck off,” Brad said and Ellie turn to to swat his arm.

“Whatever do you mean?” she mock teased.

“Just be careful out there,” he said when they reached their room. “That waiter does have a job to do you know.”

With the big cock of the waiter on her mind Ellie walked as best she could to the cubicles of the massage area.

“Ma’am,” the lanky man-sporting his own fantastically hard slightly curved cock-bade Ellie to the first table.

“Could we, could start with my upper thighs, they are killing me.”

Warm oil was squirted on Ellie’s ass, then the man behind her worked his strong thumbs over her high little rear down into the folds where her upper thigh met the bottom of her cheeks. As he worked Ellie rubbed her pelvis into the strong table.

“Oh urmm,” she sighed as the man raked his hands up her and ever so slightly spread her cheeks.

For so ever a brief second the man retreated off her and before Ellie could lean up-she remembered someplace that a masseur was never supposed to take their hands off you after they started a massage-she felt the man’s his hands on her ass again.

“Just had to get more oil,” he said.

Ellie noticed his voice sounded a little bit lower. Maybe the sight of her naked undulating ass, the whisper peek of her pussy from behind, all of her moaning was getting to the guy…shit, it was all getting to her!

“Oh ho,” she squealed as the man worked his thumbs between the crack of her ass and Ellie opened up even more.

“You have one of the best asses I have ever seen” the masseur said working his thumbs up into her anus. The man’s lubricated fingers spread her puckered opening expertly as Ellie humped the table harder.

“I…I…” she said as suddenly the man climbed on the table behind her!

“Oh fuck,” Ellie moaned, unable to rise up because of the man’s weight and because…she didn’t want to.

Before she knew she felt the man’s magnificent cock slide up her wet ass then between her crack. ”Oh God God!” she screamed as the man fitted the tip of his big dick into her anus.

Ellie remembered the curve in this man’s cock but found it didn’t bother her at all.

“Your husband said you liked the way I served drinks,” the man said and suddenly that big cock was up her ass and pushing in, filling Ellie with a warmth and pressure that made her come instantly.

She rose up to look over her shoulder at the handsome smiling face of their nineteen year-old drink waiter.

War Victim

Thursday, October 14th, 2010

During the war, while visiting an obscure whorehouse on the fringe of the red light district, Doug met a young Vietnamese girl who turned tricks for $15. He got to know the bright-eyed beauty during further frequent ‘visits’, and over time he and Jay-Pang became friends. Seeing as she was very pretty and very young, Jay-Pang with the blue-black hair and perfect little pussy was a hot commodity for anyone who had the money to pay for her services, and by the time she met Doug, she was nineteen years old and had been turning tricks for over a year. Smitten, Doug promised her that some day he would get her out of ‘The Nam and take her to America.

The war soon began to turn and with Doug’s hitch coming to an end, he called in a few favors, got himself a good army lawyer and obtained a passport for Jay. In August of ’73, he slipped her out of the brothel and via Australia put the girl on a plane to San Francisco.

As the young interracial couple settled down into their new apartment, it quickly became apparent that Jay-Pang coddled an insatiable sexual appetite. Almost always naked in their apartment, the wan girl would constantly attempt to engage Doug as if she were still in the brothel back in Saigon. When visitors would stop over, and Doug could convince the girl to get dressed, she’d sit in a chair and cross her legs high on the knee or flash her ass and tits at company as much as she could. For Doug’s sake, most of his friends laughed off the girl’s attempt at attention, but for Doug Jay-Pang’s actions were unsettling.

All this sexual acting-out was simply reflex for the girl, Doug knew and he was damn well satiated with Jay-Pang’s twice-daily blowjobs as he was her riding his cock at every conceivable moment (when she wasn’t swallowing his raging seven inches) but Doug feared even his very active sexual appetites weren’t enough for his young wife.

Tom and Erica were coming over for dinner and Doug hoped that maybe they could be some help in solving Jay-Pang’s problem. As usual, Jay was in as slinky an outfit she could find, sitting on the couch with her legs spread wide when the young couple entered. Everyone sat down with a drink not paying much attention to Jay-Pang’s usual display but after several minutes of chit chat, Doug addressed the obvious.

“You guys gotta help us,” he said and laid out his plan. Another round of drinks were passed, Tom stood and with a nod from Erica-who found Doug’s idea as brazen as she did exciting-moved to the front of the couch while Jay-Pang scooted forward.

“You want Su Lin to give you suckee?” she asked. Tom, now embarrassed, just nodded his head while Jay-Pang knelt to the floor, unzipped his trousers and pulled out his semi-erect penis. Within seconds the little girl had the man’s cock in her mouth, in a minute Tom was fully hard and thrusting his head back and yet another minute later he was shuttering, Erica was wide-eyed watching her man’s little ass clench and Tom was shooting a thick how load down the Oriental girl’s throat.

The room was silent as Jay-Pang sat back a minute later, licking the dollop of come off her lower lip she hadn’t managed to swallow. Zipping up and making his way back to his chair, Tom looked over to his wife, shrugging his shoulders.

“Is she as good eating pussy,” was all Erica could managed. Jay-Pang got to her knees then and crawled over to the short woman with the olive complexion and long legs. Luckily for all Erica had worn a short mini-dress, fashionable of the times. She simple spread her taut thighs and Jay-Pang reached under the lady’s skirt, peeled down her panties and had her face up and under, her perfect little ruby lips on Erica’s wet and spread ones in second.

“Oh ho, oh,” Tom’s wife called out, Jay-Pang licked, Tom’s cock grew all over again and Doug realized not only had he found the perfect solution for his wife’s ‘problem’, but true friends in Tom and Erica.

A Daughter for the Night

Wednesday, October 13th, 2010

“Shush,” Audra sushed sitting down again, “here she comes.”

Marie came into the room with the large china coffee tureen, carefully poured coffee into her employer’s cups, smiled then made to return to the kitchen. Audra stopped her pretty pale Filipino maid.

“Marie, dear,” the mistress of the house said, standing then. “Payton and I have something we’d like to give you.”

Marie sat the coffee pot on the corner of the table and turned to the couple.

“Ma’am?”

“Are you happy living with Mr. Walker and me?”

“I couldn’t be happier, ma’am,” Marie replied flashing her radiant smile to both the woman and man at the table.

“Well, dear,” Audra responded, “you have been with us exactly one year as of today, and Payton and I are just as happy with you.”

“Audra and I feel so good about the special bond we have all fostered,” Peyton said after sipping his coffee.

“Yes sir,” Maria said her chin slightly down as a blush spread across her face.

As Payton Walker continued speaking, Audra reached for a thin long box she had secreted under the table at the beginning of Marie serving dinner. The mistress of the house held the present to Maria, who took in with a wide-eyed happiness. “This gift is just a little token of our appreciation,” the bearded man finished.

As the two sixty year olds watched, Marie excitedly tore open her package.

“Wha…what is it?” the young woman tittered revealing a black leather harness lying in pink tissue paper.

“Here,” Audra said, standing and stepping to her maid.

“This fits around your waist and buckles right here in front,” the older woman explained, lifting the harness from the box. “This small plug slips into this sheath which allows it to remain inside of your vagina as long as you wear the harness.”

Marie looked hard at the present in Audra’s hand and felt the usual flood in her vagina when she was around these two. Yes fifty years her senior both, still Mr. And Mrs. Walker had awakened Marie’s sexuality this past year in a way the young woman could never have dreamed. Serving these people as they serviced her had been a whirlwind of deep sexual awakening and constant orgasms.

“May I, may I try it on now?” Maria asked, hoping to quench the heat riddling round her pussy and making her nipples stand on end.

“Of course you may,” Audra replied, “but before you do, Mr. Walker and I have one more request of you.”

“Anything,” Marie said.

“Well,” Audra went on, “as you well know, Peyton and I so enjoy your youth. We picked you to be our live-in as much because of your incredible references as from the fact that you are so sweet and so young,”

At this Marie blushed even deeper.

“We know you ARE not our daughter,” Peyton chimed in. “But we would like it if you maybe acted like you were, once in a while.”

“Could you call us mommy and daddy, tonight?” Audra asked.

The young girl began crying, ran to the woman in front of her and threw her arms around Audra’s neck.

“Oh, mommy thank you, thank you for my gift,” Maria began then turning to Peyton she added:

“Daddy I so like my gift, thank you, thank you.”

Breaking from her ‘mommy’ Marie stripped as she had done many times for this couple, coming to stand naked and slightly quivering before them. Audra helped her ‘daughter’ step through the leg openings of the harness and then carefully pulled it up the brown-skinned body before her until the plug was pressing gently against Marie hot bare front and the thin leather straps cut into the sides of her high little ass.

“So far so good,” Audra said softly, “okay now honey, let’s slowly insert the vibe…

Marie released a slight gasp as Audra adjusted the straps and fitted the nubby tip of the wide plug up into her sweet dewy opening.

“How do I look?” Marie asked executing a pirouette, “it feels fabulous.”
She was just adjusting fully to take the plug into tight wet vagina, when it suddenly began to vibrate. Marie nearly orgasm.

“Oh oh,” she moaned. “H…how did you…”

Audra held up a small remote as Peyton sat back and smiled. “Now my daughter…” Audra began, stepped back to the chair across from her husband, sat and hiked up her dress to reveal her own tight little vag…as usual the older woman was wearing no panties.

“…mommy needs you.”

It took Marie a little time to kneel, the vibe up her was more then a little distracting. As Peyton lean across the table to better his view his maid got into position in front of the spread long legs of his wife and he recognized the shutter in Marie as he realized she roped through what he hoped would be quite a few orgasms with that running plug vibe up her.

“Oh mommy,” the kneeling sweet girl said. “Oh Daddy.”

This really was a fine anniversary for them all: Peyton lifting his pounding cock out of his fly, Marie kneeling with the harness straps cutting into the sides of her sweet high cheeks, rolling through yet another orgasm, and Maria spread open and waiting as her maid/daughter-for-this-night kissed her way up into her pussy.

And Yet Another Lunch At ‘Under The Table’

Tuesday, October 12th, 2010

Cori stuck her head into Jake’s office. ”Ready?” the pretty blonde asked her boss.

“Sure am,” he said, jumping up and grabbing his coat. “Where to?”

“You have to ask?” the petite blonde snickered her reply as they walked to the elevator.

Twenty minutes later Jake was removing his trousers and boxers, while Cori hiked up her dress and wriggled out of her panty hose and lacey thong. Dangling their legs down into the ‘pit’ under the low table, looking like all the other diners here-a couple scooted up at a low black square table, decidedly low to the ground, sipping drinks and waiting for their meal-the coworkers sat smiling knowingly. As was true under everyone else in the place, there was a delineated space under each couple where various men and women came up to and sat under the naked pussies and cock’s dangling above them sucked, licked and swallowed the diners assigned them.

“Mine’s here, Jake,” Cori sighed, feeling hands spread her thighs.

“Mine too,” Jake countered, as he felt the tip of his penis being licked by a soft tongue and lips.

Since it opened last year, ‘Under The Table’ had become the hottest place in town to eat…and be eaten. Leaning back, eyes closed, Cori and her boss were off in a world of oral bliss; Jake feeling his ball sack tighten, as he dripped what he knew had to be thick pre-cum into his suckers mouth, Cori working a hand inside her blouse as the man (she had ordered a man today) flicked his tongue up to her clit, then retreated, then flicked again at a teasing pace.

“I…I should have bought stock in this place,” Jake said as he bucked forward to the woman (he had bought a woman with his club sandwich) swallowing his raging hard-on completely now. He knew he wouldn’t be long in coming but he’d try to concentrate on other matters.

“That Season 4 stock will free up next year, if you need an outlay,” his sectary said, herself trying not to come again as the man below her stopped attacking her fat clit and now pushed the tip of his tongue deep into her dripping vagina.

“Yeah, I should start looking into moving that around,” Jake agreed, then added “Uh uh…” Cori chuckled but didn’t really gloat since she now she felt her lips really opening, signaling a big gushing orgasm on her near horizon.

“I…I…’ she moaned, “I’ll make some callssssssssss!” Cori screamed as the man below her flattened his tongue against her hot open cunt and she began to come.

“Yeah…let’s…do, do do…it!” Jake himself screamed as the girl below him raked her nails under his sack and sucked his head like a vacuum. The combination of her mouth and that tickle caused the lanky black man to loose a fount of hot thick cum into the unseen woman’s mouth.

“Really…” Jake said, returning to the living a minute after the woman drained all come out of him and left his cock to dangle free and slightly cold. “Really, we get so much work done during lunch, don’t we?”

“Under the table is truly amazing,” Cori said, undulated once to calm her throbbing pussy and clinked her wine glass with Jakes’.

The Intruder

Monday, October 11th, 2010

A little past two a man in a ski mask jimmied his sharp pocketknife into the screen on Judy’s back porch window. He was in the quiet house seconds later and padding through the ranch house within a minute. Reaching what he assumed was the back bedroom first, the tall man put his ear to the half closed door, distinguished the steady rhythmic breathing of the room’s occupant and carefully eased over the threshold.

In a flash the man leapt up on the single woman on the bed, Judy was wide-awake and a gloved hand was around her mouth. Struggling, with white-hot blinding fear the little Chinese girl felt a needle prick her arm and then her resistance whittle away.

A enveloping warm weird calm spread up Judy’s spine as the man rose off her and out of her sight.

“I promise I will not hurt you in any way,” he said somewhere off to her right. He had, what Judy would later claim, as a quite nice voice. “But I am going to use you sexually.”

Lying as still as she could ever remember, fear coursing through her mind but her body limp Judy saw the man once again enter her vision then bend to her. Suddenly the sound of fabric being cut reached her as she felt the cold steel of a knife on her skin.

“The drug I gave you is harmless and will wear off soon,” the man said first cutting and removing her panties then snaking up her body to snip her bra.

“Oh, one last thing…” the man said once again up on the bed on top of Judy. He placed a hand to her hand-full high breast another between her legs.

“I adore giving women orgasms, over and over and over.”

To her shock, the man dipped his head and the next thing Judy felt was his warm wet tongue on her nipple. Again trying to wiggle even the slightest bit, she felt the coarse hole of the man’s mask rub with his tongue against her erect nub and despite wanting to, a tickle of wetness formed deep in her perfect little pussy.

“Very good very good,” the man said disengaging from Judy’s breast. “I haven’t even checked but I know you’re excited. Once a woman knows, really knows no harm will come to her, only feelings of arousal, it is amazing how much she surrenders.”

She wished it wasn’t so, but damn the guy with the sweet smelling breath, if he wasn’t right! She was immobile, lying here being attacked, but still Judy truly felt no danger. Could her pussy really betray? She was even aching to feel the man’s coarse mouth hole and tongue on her nipple again!

“Now what if?” the man said and Judy once again lost sight of the intruder as he now dipped down her belly. While Judy tried to close her thin thighs, attempted to form words, the man kissed down her belly, then across her pubic bone, then…then…Oh God that feeling of material and expert darting tongue on her pulsating wet pussy lips!

“That’s it, that’s it,” the man growled between her legs and Judy began to really open. Funny, she realized, she might not be able to move but she could feel every sexual reaction this man was devilishly coaxing from her.

“Mrrr, mrr,” the intruder teased pushing his face well into her open warmth.

The sensation was just too much, with Judy unable to move and that man’s rough mask pressed to her, his tongue just stretching to tickle her clit. Judy came. Damn him, she came.

“More,” the man said rising off her…or so Judy felt. ”More.”

He was wiggling his two thumbs between her lips. Despite herself, Judy squirted. Maybe it was the fact that she was otherwise immobile, but she had never felt her pussy so alive like this…she certainly wasn’t a squirt-er by any stretch of the imagination.

“More,” he said, “I need more.”

Again Judy tried to move, tried to ignore the sensations down below but the guy was too expert and quick. His mouth back on her pulsating thick lips, he once again mouthed her to orgasm by rubbing and licking into her open soft place, once again coaxing Judy up and over another violent splashing-ly good orgasm.

Fearing another licking, the man lay up off Judy and came to stand off her bed. She felt herself dripping down there. “For you to remember me by,” the masked man said coming back into view. A leather harness was dangling from his big fingers.

“Until the cops come, and believe me I’ll call them in time, you can get off again and again with this,” the man said as he rolled, lifted and pushed Judy side to side of her big bed, securing the straps of the harness around her hips and the front of the thing down across her pulsating pussy.

To Judy’s ultimate horror she felt a nubby, what had to be, 3-inch plug attached to the front of the thing. The man angled her, secured the straps and inserted the little dildo up into Judy’s aching vagina.

The man then reached to the front of the contraption and flicked a switch.

“New batteries,” the man said, jumped free of the bed as the plug inside Judy began to vibrate. Just as she heard the front door close Judy realized she could move her toes.

A Home Cooked Meal

Saturday, October 9th, 2010

Zak parked the car in the garage and opened the connecting door to the mudroom. His nostrils were immediately filled with the aroma of roast chicken and rice.

“All right,” he mumbled, “my favorite.”

He popped his head around the wall and caught not only more of that delicious smell but the equally delicious sight of his wife Katie bending down to the stove wearing only a pair of high heeled shoes.

“Mmm, I must have forgotten my apron,” the small Spanish girl said looking over her shoulder and smiling.

Zak was up on his wife, hugging her from behind and pushing Katie from the stove, squeaking her high heels across the floor, and bending Katie forward down across the kitchen table. Katie arched her back and groaned as Zak got his cock out and between her spread thighs. Taking her from behind, he was up into her already soaking pussy in seconds.

“You make me crazy” the short man seethed.

“Yessss,” the woman cried as the big cock entered her hard and she bore down. Katie could feel herself rolling for a fast orgasm, but she found the strength to pull up and free of her husband’s warm thick cock.

“Go clean up,” she scolded the man and spun out of the room.

Five minutes later Zak was at the dining room table, still raging hard from his wife’s tease, but even hungrier from the smells wafting out to him.

The kitchen door opened and Katie emerged with a plate of steaming food dressed in a short French Maid outfit.

Zak stood and helped her place the tray on the table. He kissed his wife hard, released then dipped his head to suckle her big boobs through the outfit’s apron top.

“I thought you were hungry?” Katie snickered. She slid her hand down to her man’s still raging hard-on and unzipped his pants.

“I spent all that time making this nice dinner and all you have on your mind is sex?”

“Katie,” Zak began lifting off her magnificent saliva-drenched front. “Tell me what you want. You know, I’ll do anything.”

Katie smiled, let go her man’s cock, took three steps to her chair, pulled it from the table, sat down and spread her legs. Of course the outfit didn’€™t cover her pussy.

Crawl over here and tongue me, do you think you can do that?”

Zak smiled, knelt, scooted over then buried his face quickly into his wife’s glistening lips.

“Yessssssssssss,” Katie cried as her man lapped at her.

He flattened his tongue between her thick lips and licked her from the bottom of her pussy to the thick nubby ridge of her engorged clit. Up and down up and down Zak worked; he truly was hungry.

“Yessssssssss,” Katie repeated as she felt a wave come up on her. She clenched her little ass in the wicker chair and held off the orgasm she would let loose when she finally allowed this man to enter her again.

“Tongue it, tongue it,” she moaned and Zak followed his wife’s usual order, sat back off her pussy for a second, then dove in with the tip of his tongue straight into her soaked opening.

“Zac,” the girl screamed. Again Katie felt that impending orgasm as she shook her big tits, felt her pussy truly begin to pulsate and looked at her husband with a hunger for more then food in her tiny black eyes.

“Fuck me, fuck me now,” she said, wiggled up off Zak’s now wet face. She kept the orgasm at bay by helping Zak take his cock further out his fly, stretching it, coaxing the man to stand and get close enough so he could lie atop her and enter her.

“Fuck me!” Katie growled and Zack entered his waiting wet wife, the warmth of their bodies battling the steam rising off the chicken and rice cooling on the table right over the couple.