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Crack In The Wall

Saturday, October 23rd, 2010

The phone in Brian’s dorm room rang three times before he picked it up.

“Hello? Oh yeah, hi, Mitch, sure. Okay, give me fifteen ok? Yeah, yeah I’ll meet ya there.”

After hanging up, Brian vaulted over his bed, scanning his tiny dorm room. It had been a dog’s age since he had played tennis, let alone seen Mitch.

“Now, where’s that fucking racket?” he asked the room, till searching it with his eyes.

“Closet?” Brian asked himself, his eyes finally coming to the closet he shared with his roommate Charlie at the side of the closed door.

“Shit,” he said stepping up and opening the door. With it’s light burned out (did it even work, Brian wondered) and all the stuff he and Charlie had managed to pack on the hanger, but mostly floor of the cramped space, Brian got on his knees for what he knew be a long uncomfortable search.

Working to removing armfuls of junk, about two minutes in and quite a few inches forward Brian noticed a sliver of light coming in from right over his head, through the back wall of the closet. Closing the door behind him, he peered into the slit and saw perfectly into the adjoining room right next to his. It was the women’s shower.

When Brian and Charlie had first acquired this room they thought their libido prayers had been answered. But far from catching dewy bouncy breasts or little wet hairy pussies flittering by the boys got nothing other then women in their robes, hair under towels and curt smiles and helloes. If anything being this close to the boys’ room, the girls were even more cautious.

Figuring he was owed at least this requisite peak, Brian adjusted his eye at a right angle, spying the lower part of the eastern corner of the dripping white communal stall.

For the moment no one was in the room, so just about as Brian was retrieving his racket a tall lean red head he knew as Carlee came bouncing into the room, naked holding a bar of soap in her hand.

“I’ve died and gone to heaven,” Brian stammered watching the woman begin to shower.

“Weren’t we supposed to do tennis that day?” Mitch asked as he and Brian and two of their other friends sat in the campus Rathskeller chugging back beers and pizza.

“Yeah, where you been bro?” Steve asked. “I mean, I see you in class and shit, but…”

“You know, hittin’ the books,” Brian deflected and gulped the rest of his brew.

He was in his closet that night-having had to skip a day because Charlie was around-sitting cross-legged with his eye pushed up to the spot in the wall. As he had learned, Tuesday nights were the best ‘viewing night’, when at least five girls made it into the shower together…five very hot girls.

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There was Jen, a tall blonde with enormous cans, a very conservative shy girl when he caught her in the hallways but with a sparkle in her blue eyes that really shown when she stood under a hot spray and tickled her big boobs and her ass quivered as she touched herself and though of God-knew-what; Becky a spirited red head with pointy tits and a shaved pussy who spent an inordinate amount of time helping Jen 2 (as Brian called the petite black girl) soap her back. It was simply accepted by the girls (and by Brian, he was that kind of a guy) that Becky and Jen2 were lovers, though they kept their groping to a minimum, or discreet enough that only Brian caught the little tickles or rubbing; there was Carlee, the red head he had watched the first day, who not only showered for him that first day but had masturbated with her whole hand literally up her wide pussy as she moaned and shook…Carlee had a magnificent ass; and then lastly Wendy a tall intimidating Amazon-of-a-black-chick supporting what had to be 36 D’s, a firm stomach and a shaved pussy Brian caught sight of more often the not cause it was slightly pinker then the rest of the girls and the way Wendy’s powerful legs were her vagina sat high and slightly open when she showered facing him.

Each time he peaked, as he was right then, Brian took his pounding cock in hand, picked one girl out of the group to jerk off to, and watched her exclusively for the time it took for him to shoot his stream of hot cum into the tissues he balanced in his lap.

Rubbing his seven inches to its fullest extension the girls frolicked, splashed, gossiped and soaped, unaware of how much they were continuing Brian’s college education.

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The Mile High Club #2

Friday, October 22nd, 2010

“…..we’ll be cruising at an altitude of 33,000 feet with an air speed of 480 knots, the weather is clear and we should reach Houston right on time, and thank you for flying World Air!.” Emma Burton stared out the window at the fading lights of Seattle’s skyline, then turned to the dog-eared soft cover in her lap.

“That’s one of his better ones,” she heard a soft voice say and the sixty two year old woman looked up to the bright face of the young man sitting next to her.

Emma had somewhat noticed the tall boy when she had had to crawl past his high knees a half-hour earlier, but with all the preflight jostling and cramped space she really had kept her attention out the window.

Now though… ”I have a prejudice for my home town writers,” she said.

“I go to school in Seattle,” the handsome brown-haired blue-eyed boy said. “But I’m a native Texan, gotta get home for my cousin’s wedding.”

“I’m going to see the grandkids,” Emma said taking the hand the boy was offering.

“My name is Parker Price.”

Despite herself Emma tittered slightly.

“Everybody laughs the first time,” P.P. said smiling and holding her with his deep blue eyed.

He really was adorable, Emma thought, probably only a few years older then her eldest grandson, quite a good-looking fresh-faced Texas boy with an easy, slightly verbose manner; perfect company for this flight.

Talking, joking and sipping a few drinks between then (Parker was at least old enough to drink, Emma mused) the older woman and young man enjoyed their conversation until about half way through the flight when Parker yawned, excused himself and yawned again.

“I hope it’s not the company,” Emma said.

“I’m sorry,” Parker said putting down his second wine. “I just got no sleep last night, we…well…frats can get crazy sometimes. Believe me Emma,” and here the boy stopped to fix her again with his amazing blue eyes. “The company is amazing.”

Feeling she was blushing like a bride, Emma quickly changed the subject.

“I really want to get into this for a bit,” she said raising her book between them. “Get a couple of winks and I’ll wake you in a bit so we can talk until we land, ok?”

“Ok,” Parker said and turned from her slightly.

In less than a minute Parker was asleep while Emma turned on her overhead light and returned to reading her book. This was a good a time as any to get a really good look at the boy, she thought, something she had wanted to do the minute he began speaking to her. Sure she was old enough to be Parker’s gran, but why not have a little look see for curiosity sake. And besides, didn’t they always say ‘things’ were bigger in Texas?

Studying Parker’s broad chest, his thick legs, Emma took her time looking over her book’s edge before she stared hard at the boy’s crotch. It was thick, it was nice and heavy, it was…growing! Parker’s penis seemed to be stiffening in his sleep. So much so the boy stirred, opened his eyes and caught the lady watching.

“I…uh…” he said rolling and shucking.

“Parker, a woman my age has seen a few erections in her time,” she said and the boy relaxed slightly.

“I’m sorry, I just…”

“You should use that as soon as possible, mustn’t’ let a beautiful cock like that go to waste.”

Parker smiled at the woman’s use of such a pointed, dirty word.

“Maybe I will,” he said, unbuckled his seatbelt and stood from his seat.

Emma watched the boy’s fine high ass as he walked to the back bathroom of the quiet plane. A minute later she folded the paperback in the sleeve in front of her, unbuckled as well, stood to straighten her skirt and made her way back to the same bathroom. Making sure no flight attendants were present nor no passengers awake and looking, Emma knocked on the skinny door and Parker opened it. She walked in to the tight closet-sized room to find the boy sitting on the closed toilet lid, naked from the waist down, his huge purpling erection in his hands.

“They do say things are bigger in Texas,” Emma said securing the door behind her.

“I…I am just so, well, you made me really horny,” Parker began. “I was dreaming about you doing…”

“…something like this?” Emma asked, got to her knees and lean in to take the boy’s popping penis into her mouth.

Parker lean back in the cramped space as the willowy regal woman, old enough to be his grandmother, began to give him the best blow job he had ever felt in his life.

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The Affair

Wednesday, October 20th, 2010

“Jesus, again?” Linda said to herself.

She was in the middle of typing a pile of letters, when her phone began to ring for what had to be the tenth time in the past two hours.

“Mortgage loan department,” she said trying not to let frustration creep into her voice. “May I help…”

“12:30,” a steady male voice interrupted her.

At 12:25, Linda stuck her head into her boss’s office.

“Jim, I’m gonna do some take-out and a walk, be back latest 1:30.”

Stopping off at the bathroom, Linda went into a stall, sat down and peeled off her panty hose and underwear. She then swayed her cute little bare rear under her light summer skirt making her way out the bank with a smile and a flip of her long chestnut curls. Walking to the parking lot behind the building she ambled quickly into the passenger side seat of the waiting Oldsmobile 98.

“Hi,” the long limbed lady said while sliding to the driver across the leather front seat. As she had always been instructed to do, Linda lifted her skirt so her ass pressed on the cold material and her pussy squished even more so then it already was.

“Hi yourself,” the tall man with the goatee answered back, giving her a quick kiss on the mouth.

Pulling out of the tight gravel lot Dan made a right turn and headed east.

He had his hand between Linda’s spread thighs even before he made the light a block away.

“Oh Dan, oh God, I…oh God,” Linda squirmed and nearly came as the man inserted a finger between her dewy thickening pussy lips.

Five minutes later the couple were parked in a semi-deserted area on Chicago’s lakefront, a place Dan and Linda came to often during their ‘lunches.’

Dan started unbuttoning the front of Linda’s blouse, revealing her  lacy white bra, and took her 36C breasts in his hands. Again, as she had been instructed by this man she had been having this torrid affair with the past three months, Linda had worn and was now unsnapping the front clasped bra-this was ‘a nursing bra’ she had heard it called-to let her firm tits spill into Dan’s waiting hands.

“Very nice,” the handsome man offered, before dipping his curly haired head to the powdery sweet bosom and sucking the girl who lay back in his front seat.

Linda’s nipples stiffened and ached under Dan licking from breast to breast and she rolled up further to him, willing the man to maybe finger fuck her again. But Dan kept his hands on her hips and made a grand meal of sucking her bouncing dark tits until she was even crazier for him.

Linda had been, and still was, happily married for five years. She hadn’t been looking for, never ever considered an affair, but here it was, and she was enjoying every minute of her three times a week with Dan. The pretty round faced girl rationalized her husband knew nothing of her extramarital affair so far and, though she knew everyday brought the danger of detection, Linda could not get enough of this man suckling her now, his perfect high cheek-boned face, his generous mouth and his ridiculously thick cock.

She hated to think this way, but Dan was truly the best fuck of her short thirty fours years and she wanted to fuck him as often as possible.

“You need…you need to fuck me,” Linda said wiggling to pull her skirt up to expose her aching pussy.

“I don’t need to do anything,” Dan teased, sitting up off her magnificent chest. “But…I will.”

Dan sat back and undid his pants, pulled his briefs under this thick big ball sack and took his purple erection in hand.

“Is this what you want?” he teased angling his hips off the steering wheel as Linda spread her landing-strip of brown hair so her glistening pussy was exposed even more.

“Fuck,” Lind screamed as the man simply aimed, pushed and was up in her to the hilt with one press. Dan’s hard thickness both hurt her and brought a heat deep into Linda’s belly, it was all she could do not to cry and come at the same time.

“Fuck!” Linda screamed.

“Fuck!” so did Dan.

Their piston-ing caused Dan to hit the horn once, the bleat making the couple laugh as they clutched, humped more furiously. A minute later Dan and Linda came together, letting loose a thick creaming puddle over Dan’s fine car seat.

Driving back to the bank the duo kept their usual silence. Linda checked her face one last time, smoothed her dress and kissed Dan’s cheek when he parked the car.

“Good lunch?” Linda’s boss smiled at her a minute and half later when she passed his office.

“Yeah, thanks,” she smiled just as the bank door opened and Dan walked in, smiled when passing his boss and took his seat in the cubicle next to Linda.

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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?

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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Security

Thursday, October 7th, 2010

“I’m so glad you could make it,” the lady who answered the door said. “I’m Miranda Fortune, come on in.”

As she walked ahead of him, Dan couldn’t help but think how nice the lady’s little bottom swayed. And that high big chest of hers, what of it he had spied, Mrs. Fortune was the classic killer strawberry blonde. Another perfect housewife for he and Beth. After a quick tour, where Dan “Ummm-ed” and “Yes Yessed” sufficiently-or so he hoped-he and the lady of the house settled down at the kitchen table to discuss the security system he had in mind.

“Maybe before we get into anything too heavy we should have Mr. Fortune here as well? ”Oh, no,” Mrs. Fortune replied. “My husband’s a minister. He’s much too busy with the church. I make all the decisions here.”

Something about the way the tall lady said this, an almost challenging tone to her voice, her tight smile playing like a knowing pout across her pretty face, the sunlight behind lighting her locks, Miranda Fortune looked like a vixen to be reckoned with.

Subduing his rising imagination-as well as erection-Dan proceeded to outline the details of the best system for the home. Miranda listened, asking smart and pertinent questions, taking an interest in every detail from cost to installation. The lady was as smart as she was gorgeous.

“How soon can we get this in?” the lady asked after Dan stopped speaking.

“Well, I can probably move some stuff around, maybe get here tomorrow?” he replied. “Too soon?”

“That would be just great,” Mrs. Fortune said, shot up out of her seat and extended her hand.

“That break-in last week made me feel so unsafe.”

By three o’clock the next afternoon, Dan had all of the windows and doors wired, as well as a state of the art motion detector hooked-up to front and side, back and front flood lights. Mrs. Fortune had flittered around him, occasionally keeping him company, but the lady took a phone call at almost exactly three and plopped down on the couch to chat. This was Dan’s chance. He made the lip of the living room, gave a cursory: “I’m going upstairs to make one final check” and after a nod from Mrs. Fortune bounded up the stairs.

He went straight to the master bedroom, to a wall vent he had spied when up here in the morning, pulled it free, then installed a micro-’lipstick’ camera/microphone in the space. Directing the mini-spy unit at the king size bed, Dan turned it on then replaced the metal grill.

“All good,” he said descending to the first floor.

“Hold on Gayle,” Mrs. Fortune said, placed her cell on the low table and stood to meet Dan at the door.

“That check covers everything, right?” the lady of the house asked and Dan patted his shirt pocket and smiled.

“I’ll call in your code to the police station when I get back to the shop, make sure everything is transmitting fine.”

“I can’t thank you enough,” the pretty lady said and to Dan’s shock Mrs. Fortune rose up on tiptoes and kissed his mouth hard.

On the drive back home Dan wondered if he should have really planted that camera. Mrs. Fortune was so sweet, even the kiss, though hot to him, hadn’t been anything truly sexual, just more one of gratitude. Maybe this was one of the times he shouldn’t have installed his ‘usual’ security.

‘I just need to see her naked,’ he thought. ‘After that, I’ll shut it all down from here. ‘

After dinner Dan patted Beth’s hand across the kitchen table and said: “We got new ones tonight.” Beth’s dark eyes widened.

“I haven’t seen him, but she’s a piece of ass,” he added as Beth leapt from the table.

“Just this once though, okay?” Dan said standing with his girlfriend. “The lady was really sweet, I can’t do this beyond just answering my curiosity, ok?”

“Dan, I think you’re gettin’ to be a softie in your old age,” Beth teased, lean over and bit his ear lobe.

In the bedroom Dan turned on the remote monitor and he and his girlfriend saw the empty Fortune bedroom. ”Ah shit, no…”

Miranda Fortune walked into frame dressed in only her bra and panties. ”Told ya,” Dan said turning to an open-mouthed Beth. “Nice huh?”

Before Beth got a chance to really stare at the busty big girl Reverend Fortune walked into frame completely naked. At least ten years his wife’s senior, the man was still in pretty good shape…with quite the hard-on jutting at his wife who now sat on the low bed.

“That’s a pretty nice cock,” Beth said.

Dan turned up the volume and over the hyper-sensitive mike he heard Miranda Fortune mock pleading as she lie down then upside down on the bed under her husband’s cock and began to play with her big tits.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it, I didn’t.”

After thinking Mrs. Fortune so bright and confident Dan had to admit his cock was pounding with the lady’s submission…even playing as she obviously was.

“You lust after our security man,” the Reverend said and Dan and Beth both sat up. “We will see if I ever let you have this cock again.”

When or if the good Reverend would decree his cock fit for consumption, how much Miranda Fortune had told him about her sinful lusts, or if Dan might ever go back to that house and shut this camera down, Beth lean in, unzipped his pants and wrangled free his cock.

“I know I’m not gonna be denied,” the cute brunette declared and dipped her mouth to Dan’s rising erection.

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