A very handsome young man (about 25, she guessed) stepped through
the center opening and welcomed members and guests to the club. He
was dressed in formal attire and had a very full mustache. The time
had arrived, he announced, for the evening’s entertainment. As a
beginning, Member, Kathy had brought along a young man she would
like to introduce to the group. A petit, blonde woman rose from a
table to Jan’s right and walked to the stage as the curtains were
parting to reveal a long, low, padded platform in the center of the
stage. New spotlights came up slowly to light the platform in
shades of blue and green. Kathy was accompanied by a huge, dark
skinned man. He appeared to be at least six feet, six and was very
muscular with broad shoulders. Kathy had him stand in front of the
platform and spoke to the audience. “Fellow members, I would like
you all to meet Kevin. He has graciously consented to come with me
tonight (a slight giggle) to demonstrate his unique talent.
Please, show them what I mean, Kevin.” Kevin’s lips parted and the
pink tip of his tongue protruded between them. Before Jan’s amazed
eyes, and those of others in the room, the tongue seemed to just
keep coming farther and farther out of his mouth. Fully extended,
it looked to be almost six inches long and Jan thought, “This has
got to be some kind of a trick or joke.” He began to move it up and
down and she knew that it was real. When he lowered it, the tip was
well below his chin and when he held it up, it completely obscured
his nose and his sparkling eyes could be seen on either side. As he
was giving his little display, Kathy was untying the sash at her
waist and removed her wrap around dress to reveal that she was
wearing only a pink garter belt and white stockings underneath.

Kathy lay on the low platform at an angle and Jan could clearly see
her hairless pussy between her wide spread legs. The difference in
size between this giant man and the tiny Kathy was almost comical
and Jan had a momentary vision of what it would look like if he
were to try make love with little Kathy. Her head would be about
even with his stomach, she thought, and found herself getting even
more aroused as she tried to picture it. Kevin removed his shirt
and was nude to the waist as he knelt between the small woman’s
legs and started to lick her calves and thighs. As he worked his
way up to the exposed lips of her shaved pussy, Jan couldn’t resist
the impulse to move her hand under the edge of her short skirt and
place two fingers on her clit. She started to rub it lightly as she
watched the show before her. A large TV monitor lit up at the back
of the stage and it was clear that there was a video camera
somewhere overhead in a position to give a clear, close up view of
what was happening on the platform. She wanted to look for the
camera, but couldn’t tear her eyes away from Kevin’s long tongue
gently sweeping up and down Karen’s open slit. He inserted the tip
between the lips and moved his head forward to enter her two or
three inches. Jan’s eyes jumped to the monitor where she could get
a closer look as he inserted and withdrew his monster tongue. Kathy
was squeezing her nipples and running her hands over her breasts
and flat stomach as she moaned in obvious pleasure at the deep
penetration Kevin was able to achieve. Jan was fingering her clit
faster and harder as Karen cried out with the beginning of her
orgasm and, in the monitor, she could see Kevin extend his tongue
as far as possible and move his head forward until his nose was
pressed tight against Kathy’s pubic bone. He stayed that way while
she bucked and kneaded her firm breasts while she called out in
release.

Finally, Kevin withdrew from Kathy and his face gleamed with her
juices in the spotlights. Kathy, still shaken from the intensity of
her orgasm, raised herself up on one elbow and said to the
audience, “As you can see, Kevin is quite unusual, but… there’s
more.” She smiled up at Kevin and he released the top of his pants.
He was facing away from the audience as he lowered the pants and
stepped out of them. When he turned around, there was an audible
gasp from several tables (Jan thought she might have been one of
them, but wasn’t sure). Kevin’s cock was at least ten inches long
and an inch and a half to two inches in diameter. It wasn’t
completely hard, yet but seemed quite firm nonetheless. Karen stood
beside him and bending only a little took the large head between
her lips and sucked at it. She used both hands to slide along the
sides of the shaft and Jan could see that it was growing as she
watched. When it was almost twelve inches long (and fatter, if that
was possible), Karen turned to the members and guests and said,
“Unfortunately, my pelvic anatomy is a bit small to make full use
of this wonderful member but we’re working on it a little at a
time.” She smiled up at the giant beside her and winked. “I would
like to suggest that a volunteer come up here so we can see how
well Kevin uses that which nature has provided.

Hands shot up all over the room and Jan heard calls of “Oh, God.
Let me do it.” and “Please… me!” Dan stood and addressed Karen.
He spoke quietly, but the noise of the room quickly abated so he
could be heard. Jan sensed that Dan was one of the more dominant
members of this group and he was granted deference in all things.
“I have with me a first time guest.”, he said, and Jan’s heart
began to pound in her throat. “And, I would like to ask the
indulgence of those here assembled to allow my friend, Jan, to
sample this marvelous discovery first.” He can’t really mean it.”,
she thought, “There is no way I’m going to let that monster tear me
apart.” She looked at Dan with fire in her eyes and mouthed the
word, “NO!” He stood beside her, holding her arm in his hand, and
whispered, “Karen has already assured me that Kevin has complete
control and will not allow you to be hurt in any way. He will give
you only what you can accept and stop when you tell him to. You
see, this is a little gift that Karen and I worked up especially
for you and I really hope you won’t spoil the surprise.”

Suddenly, Jan understood the full extent of the power Dan had over
her. She knew without question that she would ascend to the stage,
undress before all these people and accept as much of that huge
member into her body as she could. She didn’t know why, but she
knew she was going to do it. Dan walked with her to the edge of the
stage and gave her hand to Karen who helped her step up. As the
petit blonde removed Jan’s clothes, she was even more struck with
how small Karen really was. When Jan was completely nude (Karen had
even taken off her garter belt and stockings), she turned to face
Kevin. His body was well muscled without a hint of fat and his skin
was a light brown. It was hard to tell from his face if he was
Italian, Spanish or a mix of several nationalities, but one thing
he was was beautiful. Not just handsome, but truly beautiful. He
bent quickly to kiss her lips and she tasted a hint of Karen’s
musky wetness on his mouth. He pressed down lightly on her
shoulders and she found herself slowly descending along his
gorgeous body. As she lowered herself to her knees, she leaned
forward to place a small kiss on his solid stomach, then she was
face to face with his tremendous member. She glanced to the side to
see if she could locate Dan, but the spotlights made it hard to
make out more than general shapes and she was glad that she
couldn’t see the audience she knew was watching her.

Jan lifted Kevin’s cock with both hands and placed the head against
her lips. It was quite heavy, as she had expected, but much
smoother than she had imagined. It felt almost like satin to the
touch and she extended her tongue to press against the small slit
at its end. “How strange,”, she thought, “that such a large cock
would have a normal size opening.” She licked her lips to moisten
them and allowed them to part as she moved forward capturing the
head. She had thought Robert was large, but the best she could do
with Kevin was the head and one or two inches beyond. Her mouth
simply wouldn’t open far enough to take more. Out of the corner of
her eye, she noticed the TV monitor and saw that there was
apparently another camera at a low level as her face filled the
screen. She normally didn’t think of herself as pretty and when she
looked in the mirror, all she seemed to notice were the small
defects that no one else ever saw. But, in the monitor, she saw for
the first time what a truly beautiful woman she was (or, at least,
could be). She also saw her mouth stretched wider than she would
have imagined possible and Kevin’s tremendous member sliding in and
out between her lips through a combination of her motion and a
gentle swaying of his hips. She thought how sad it was that he had
probably never experienced a real oral loving as most “normal” men
were capable of. While she was doing her best to make Kevin enjoy
the limited access to her warm, wet mouth, she felt Karen applying
a liberal coating of slippery lubricant around and in her pussy and
suddenly remembered why she had been brought on stage. She felt a
slight panic race through her body and looked up to see Kevin
smiling down at her. She felt that Dan had told her the truth and
trusted Kevin to take it slow and allow her to adjust. He had most
likely had plenty of experience with that.

Soon, Karen lifted her gently away from Kevin and had her lay in
the same position Karen had occupied earlier. “Have to be in the
right place for the camera.”, Jan thought with an internal chuckle,
and realized that everything was probably being recorded on video
tape as well. She hoped this adventure wouldn’t come back to haunt
her, but at the moment all she cared about was having Kevin in her
body and she could deal with everything else later. He moved
between her spread legs and leaned down to kiss her. He parted her
lips with the tip of his tongue and she half feared and half hoped
he would fill her mouth with it. He didn’t, but raised back up on
his hands to watch as she reached down and guided him toward the
thoroughly lubricated entrance to her vagina. She slipped the head
up and down along her slit a few times, then released him to use
her hands to spread the lips wide in anticipation of his first
attempt at entry. He came forward only enough to lodge the wide
head between her open lips and stopped. By tilting her head back
only a little, she was able to get an upside down view of his cock
about to enter her body in the large monitor. She watched in
fascination as he came forward little by little until the head had
disappeared entirely. It was a weird sensation to watch that other
woman on the screen being penetrated by a huge male member as she
felt the pressure against the walls of her own vagina as it was
entered simultaneously.

She released her soft lips and raised her arms to stroke his strong
sides and what little of his back she could reach. “So far, so
good.”, she thought. There was a definite sense of being stretched,
but it seemed his girth was not going to be an insurmountable
problem. The head was all the way inside her and she felt him flex
back and forth a little rubbing the bulb against her inner lips and
the ridge that formed just beyond them. In addition to the more
than adequate lubrication Kathy had supplied, Jan could tell that
she was producing lots of fluid on her own and Kevin slid tightly,
but easily in and out. She looked down as about two inches of his
cock followed the head into her depths and felt the firm edges of
his head touching deeper parts of her. She let out a gasp and Kevin
looked concerned that he might have hurt her. “It’s all right.”,
she whispered, “It just caught me by surprise a little.” Reassured
that she was O.K., he started moving in and out, gaining just a
little more depth with each stroke. She was on the verge of an
orgasm, now, and she put the back of her hand against her mouth and
bit against it so that she wouldn’t cry out. When it came, biting
her hand didn’t help much and she heard her self let out a sharp
squeak, followed by a long moan. She was coming hard and he hadn’t
even gotten very far into her yet. What had she gotten herself
into? Was it possible to be fucked to death? He was still working
himself deeper and she was feeling as full as she had ever been in
her life. When the head bumped against her cervix, a new orgasm
began even before the first one had subsided and she was pushed
even higher. He stopped moving and held himself all the way into
her as her head thrashed from side to side and she heard herself
almost screaming with the intensity of her climax. She caught
occasional glimpses of the monitor and saw that there were still at
least four inches of Kevin outside her body. She wanted it all! She
wanted him into her until his stomach was pressing against hers,
but knew it was impossible. On impulse, she ran her hands across
her flat tummy and could feel the rise where his shaft was pressing
against the top of her vagina. He started fucking in and out from
her depths to a point where the head was just barely inside and
back again. She was coming continuously and thought she might
actually pass out from the intensity of it, but she stayed with him
and sensed when he was getting close to his own orgasm. She pulled
his face against hers and kissed him hard, then whispered in his
ear, “I want you to come in my mouth!”

That was all he needed. Immediately, he pulled out of her and moved
up to kneel beside her head. Jan opened her mouth wide and worked
his shaft with both hands. She was desperate to feel him pumping
and taste his warm cum. Her hands were soaked with her own juices
as she stroked his entire length and they slid easily along his
cock. She felt the first contractions with her thumbs along the
underside of this incredible instrument of pleasure. Almost at the
same time, a large spurt hit the inside of her cheek and ran down
to her throat. Soon, she felt as if she were taking a shower in his
hot sperm as it fell all over her face and into her mouth. She
didn’t think he was ever going to stop. She was certain there had
been at least ten strong spurts and he was still releasing small
ones every few seconds. Finally, it was over and she pulled him to
her mouth where she took in as much as she could and sucked hard as
if trying to drain him completely (which she was).

She was aware of riotous cheering and applause but couldn’t seem to
remember where she was or why people were cheering for a minute.
When it came back to her, she saw that the curtain was closed and
the monitor was off. Kevin lay down beside her and covered her body
with his strong arm as she drifted off to sleep.

“Oh God! It’s been so long. I want you to stay inside me forever.
I almost forgot how good it feels to have a man inside me. Fuck me
fast and then fuck me slow. I want to feel you move up and down in
me.”

Her words inflamed an already hot situation and I gritted my teeth
and tried to think of baseball scores, algebraic formulae, and anything
else which would keep my mind off the hot pleasure of fucking into the
warm moistness of her cunt. As I fucked her, I could feel her pussy
muscles contracting around my shaft as she pussy-milked my cock.
Fortunately, thinking of other things kept me from cumming too quickly,
and I could feel her spasm through two orgasms before it became too
much for me.

“I’m going to cum!” I warned her as I slowed nearly to a stop, my
cock buried deep inside her. “Not yet!” she begged, “I’m not quite
there yet. Please don’t cum yet.” Gritting my teeth, I pulled out of
her cunt and quickly knelt behind her, my tongue lashing out to bathe
her cunt as I licked her from clit to anus, my lips suctioning her
inner lips and my tongue whipping back and forth across her wetness.
Her pussy juices were running down my chin as she ground her crotch
back into my face, forcing my mouth over her vagina and my tongue to
probe into its warm recess.

As she began to moan and her hips started an involuntary motion, I
rose and drove myself deep into her, feeling the soft velvety walls
spreading before the force of my invader. She cried out as the spasms
of her third orgasm started, her legs weakening as she dropped
helplessly onto my iron-hard shaft. Her pleasure brought me to a peak
and I felt the hot blasts of cum shooting up my prick, exploding into
her pussy as one, two, three, and four large spurts of cum filled her
pussy to overflowing, the excess forced down along my cock to drip from
her pussy onto the kitchen floor. My hips spasmed independently of my
control as the extreme pleasure of my climax was nearly overpowering.

As I started to soften, I started to pull out when she reached back
and grasped me around the hips, pulling me back into her wetness, her
inner softness clasping me like a soft leather glove as her muscles
again milked my cock. Her hands controlled my motions. At first she
let me move only and inch or so back and forth, the wetness and
slipperiness of her cunt permitting me to remain inside her even though
I wasn’t completely hard. As the pleasure grew, her hands pushed me
back and forth more and more until, finally, my cock was hard again and
I could see it gleam in the combination of our fluids.

Pulling back, I took her hand and led her into the den where I sat
on the couch, pulling her down onto my lap. I could feel my cock
rubbing hotly between us as she rubbed her clit up and down its
tautness, her clit poking sharply into the sensitive skin covering the
tube. I unhooked the neck strap of her tennis dress and pulled it down
below her bra. Since her breasts were small but firm, I pushed the
cups up above her tits, the lower band forcing the swelling flesh to
bulge even more as it cut into the softness of her upper breasts. Her
nipples were light pink in color, but they protruded at least a half
inch and were as firm as pencil erasers. She leaned forward and put
her soft lips on mine as her hands went to my shoulders. I could feel
her tongue pressing into my mouth as mine opened and our tongues began
a wet, sexy duel.

As I felt her raise up, her hand went between us as she positioned
me to enter her again. She put just the head of my cock into her pussy
and started a circular motion, the velvety smoothness of her cunt
sliding wetly around its mushroom-shaped bulge. Her fingers went to my
nipples and I could feel her fingers gently scratching my chest, her
fingernails running back and forth over my skin as my nipples erected,
blooming forth as the excitement caused them to poke out of their
covering of hair. My hands went to her tits and I caressed both of
them, my hands squeezing and kneading their softness as I felt her
nipples poking hotly into my palms. As I felt her fingers grasp my
nipple between thumb and index finger, I let her nipple poke up between
my ring and middle fingers, my fingers contracting around the sensitive
buds of pleasure. She began to pull on my nipples as she began to ride
my cock like a horse, posting up and down on my prick, her lips still
sweetly locked on mine.

I could feel all my senses concentrated in three pleasure centers:
my cock inside its velvet-smooth wetness; my nipples being pinched
harder and harder as the pleasures grew; and my lips where her tongue
continued its intrusion into me. As her fingers pinched harder, I let
my fingers return the feeling to her nipples. Finally I couldn’t get
enough pressure with the two fingers so I grabbed her nipple between my
thumb and the nuckle of my index finger. I started twisting her nipple
back and forth as I felt her fingernails begin to dig into mine, the
pain/pleasure radiating throughout my entire body. As she came, her
fingernails nearly drew blood and I squeezed her nipples as hard as I
could, the pressure turning their pinkness white.

As she came down from her orgasm she said, “Now be more gentle. I
love to feel the pain when I’m cumming, but now I just want to feel
softness on my nipples.” I gently massaged her nipples, flicking my
fingers up and down over their surface until I felt her fingers begin
their pressures on my nipples. I duplicated her actions. When she
tortured, I tortured; when she was gentle, I was gentle.

Since I was still rock hard, I let her continue to ride my cock as
she brought herself to two more major orgasms and, I’m sure, a number
of smaller ones. Finally, she slumped on my chest, completely
exhausted, saying, “I can’t move any more. My legs just won’t work. I
just can’t fuck you any more, you’re going to have to do the work.”
She rolled off my chest and lay on her back on the sofa, her body
covered with sweat and completely vulnerable for whatever I wanted to
do. I grasped her ankles and brought her legs up in a “V”, hooking her
legs over my shoulders as I pulled her pelvis up to meet mine, her body
suspended by her head and shoulders and my hands on her ass. Pulling
back, I fucked her with abandon, forgetting everything but my need to
cum. She was just an instrument, a plaything, a hole for my rod. I
was maniacal! My whole being was concentrated in my prick. She was so
wet that I could hardly feel her at all as I fucked back and forth, my
balls banging into her ass.

Looking up at me, she began to pinch her own nipples, saying, “Come
on, you can do it. Fuck me! Fuck me harder! Stick your cock all the
way up to my throat! Shove that hard pecker into my little pussy.
Would it help if I sucked your cock? Would you like to feel my lips
and tongue on your cock? Do you want to fill my mouth with your cum?
Is that what turns you on? Come on down here. Let me watch you cum
all over my face and in my mouth. Is that what you want? Do you want
to see my face covered in your cum? Do you want to see your cum
dripping off my tongue? Let me suck all the cum from your balls.
That’s it, let my legs down. Straddle me so that your big cock is in
my poor little mouth. Do you like that? Do you like to feel my tongue
on you cock while you masterbate? I like the taste of you. I want to
taste your cum. Come on, you can do it. Come on, come on…that’s
it…oh, look at all that cum…you got it in my eyes…let me suck
it…put it closer…ummmhm.”

Her words had inflamed me like nothing before. I was determined to
make my cock cum all over her face. Rubbing as fast as I could, I felt
the sperm start to shoot up my prick and I aimed it right at her mouth,
the force of the first shot causing it to overshoot and land in her
eye. But the second and third wads, smaller and with less force,
dripped onto those red, moist lips and I saw her tongue flick out to
capture their salty whiteness. I tilted my cock and shoved the head
into her mouth and I could see her cheeks hollow as she sucked the last
few drops from my balls. Pulling back, I realized with horror that I
had just fucked my next door neighbor, and that my wife was sure to
find out. Now what was I going to do?

As Jim rode the Metro North train from the Connecticut
suburbs into New York’s Grand Central Station, he was
eagerly anticipating the coming hour’s event. The previous
night he had telephoned in a response to an ad in Screw
Magazine’s “Hells Belles” section. Along with the myriad
ads for mistresses and dungeons, promising to do all sort of
unspeakable things to one’s body, was one featuring “total
physical domination” and wrestling. Jim had long fantasized
about being physically dominated by a strong, attractive
woman, being forced to submit repeatedly to painful
submission holds. After talking to Carol, the placer of the
ad, Jim felt that he had just found the answer to his
fantasies. Carol promised that she could easily make him
beg to be released. She especially liked to work scissors
and choke holds, and really got off on totally dominating
her “victim.” Even more than her more “normal” trade,
dominating men by bondage and spanking, she really loved
using her body to punish them. After hearing all that, Jim
immediately made an appointment with Carol for the next
afternoon. Now his dream was about to be realized.
The walk from Grand Central to the 27th Street address
Carol had given Jim seemed to take forever, Jim was so
anxious for his match to begin. As he walked along, Jim
dreamed of being held by Carol in various holds, but failed
to understand how a girl who sounded so sexy on the phone
could manage to squeeze a submission out of him. He had
watched many videos of mixed matches where the women had the
men yelling out agonized submissions, but it was always
obvious that the holds were staged and the men were
submitting “for the camera.” Although Jim was slightly
built, at 5′8″ and 140 pounds, he felt he was strong enough
to take any woman. Carol’s promise to make him beg for
mercy seemed remote.
Finally he reached the address. He rang the doorbell,
and someone buzzed him in. He climbed the two flights of
stairs promised by Carol and knocked on her door. After a
minute the door was opened by a very tall pretty blonde
wearing an electric blue housecoat. “Hi, you must be Jim,”
she said pleasantly. “I’m Carol. Come on in.”
Jim walked in to a pleasant apartment, dominated by
several large wrestling mats placed on the floor. What
furniture there was was pushed to one side. “As you can
see, I have everything ready for our match. Do you have
something for me, Jim?” said Carol.
Jim fished in his pocket and found the $200 they had
agreed on. Carol took it into another room and quickly
returned. “While you strip down to your shorts, I’ll go
over the ground rules. Ok?”
Jim readily agreed and started to undress. Carol
slipped off her bathrobe. “Wow!” Jim thought. Carol was a
“10″ in anybody’s book. About six feet tall, she was
wearing a tightly-fitting one-piece shiny blue bathing suit.
Her breasts were were nice-sized, but not overly large. The
shiny fabric of the bathing suit was stretched so tightly
over her luscious body that he could see her erect nipples
outlined. Her legs were long and “ran all the way to her
ass.” They were very shapely, but Jim could tell that they
were well-muscled. Carol struck a biceps-flex, revealing
arm muscles that would make many guys proud. “This may not
be as easy as I thought!” raced through Jim’s mind.
Carol outlined the ground rules for their match.
“Number 1. No biting, scratching or hitting with closed
fists. Slapping and spanking are ok, but judo chops are
out. Number 2. You can only win a hold by a pin, but I can
win by either pin or submission. Number 3. None of this
silly three-second pin stuff. We declare a pin when the
loser agrees that he is helpless to get up. Number 4. After
a pin or submission we have a one minute rest break, then go
again. Number 5. The match goes for one hour or until one
of us gives up totally. Number 6. If we roll off the mat,
we break and start again. Agreed?”
Jim nodded his assent and told Carol he was ready
whenever she was. Carol set a wind-up timer for one hour
and started it. She stepped to the center of the mats and
motioned for him to follow. Taking a slight crouch, she
said “Let’s wrestle, sucker!”
The two circled warily, each looking for an opening.
Jim made a lunge for Carol’s head, but she deftly spun away,
twirling around so quickly Jim could scarcely believe his
eyes. He was still recovering his balance from this lunge
when Carol jumped him, taking him in a side headlock. She
locked her hands and quickly rolled him over her right hip
onto the mat. Pivoting around, Carol tightened the headlock
and spread her legs for stability. She was arranged at a
right angle to him, with most of her weight on his chest and
head, one beautiful fabric-clad breast thrust in his face.
Normally Jim would love to be under such a well-built
beautiful woman in such a position. However, it was quickly
apparent to Jim that her well-muscled arms were indeed
strong, for the headlock was painful! She worked the hold,
twisting and flexing her arms, sending spasms of pain
through Jim’s neck and head. She countered any move on his
part by pivoting to keep their 90-degree arrangement. Jim
was in real trouble, and the match was only seconds old!
Carol continued to work the hold, and before long Jim could
sense some dizziness creeping up.
Finally he managed to jam his right arm between his neck
and her arms. Forcing against her grip with all his
strength, he managed to break the hold. Rolling away from
Carol, Jim shook his head, trying to shake off the pain and
dizziness. He didn’t have long to think about it, though.
Carol jumped him from behind and quickly took him in a
sleeper. Her right arm was around his neck, her hand
nestled in her left elbow. With her left hand she pressed
firmly against the back of his head, driving his head deep
into the crushing vee of her right arm. “I’ve got you now,
sucker! Do you give?” she taunted.
“Never!” grunted Jim. “Ok,” she retorted. “Say good
night, little boy.” She increased the force with both arms,
and Jim quickly began to feel the pressure. His ears were
ringing and he was having real problems breathing. Carol
was pushing so hard against his head that he toppled
forward, enabling her to bring her weight into play.
The last thing he remembered was her legs sliding
against his sides and back. Then he was flat on his
stomach, trying to figure out where he was. As he tried to
get up, his muscles jerked spasmodically in a “chicken
walk.” Gradually he came to his senses and realized that
her sleeper hold had really “put him out.”
“That’s one for me,” boasted Carol. “You get one minute
before we go again!”
Jim tried to make the most of his minute’s rest, but he
still felt shaky when Carol said, “Let’s go.”
This time, as the two circled, Jim was careful not to
make such a rash lunge for Carol. He made several cautious
moves toward Carol, but she was always a split second ahead
of him, spinning out of the way ready to pounce a second
later. Finally Carol lost her concentration for an instant
and Jim was able to get his arm around her neck in a side
headlock. He wasn’t able to flip her smoothly onto the mat
as she had done him, however, and he two wrestlers fell down
together. Although he managed to keep his headlock, Carol
was able to snake her legs around his his left leg and lock
her ankles, scissoring his thigh. She immediately tightened
her leg grip and started working out of his headlock. A
sudden jolt from her legs made him flinch, giving Carol the
opening she needed. She pushed up on his arms and pulled
her head down, escaping his grip. Quickly she snared his
left arm in a half-Nelson. The pair grappled for several
minutes, as Carol gradually asserted more and more control
over Jim.
Finally, as he tired, Carol was able to pin his other
arm and mesh her fingers behind his neck, establishing a
full-Nelson. She tightened the leg scissors and the Nelson,
twisting him painfully. “How you doing, big boy? Wanna
give?” she taunted. Jim was determined to ride this
through, however. “Never!” he grunted once again.
Carol maintained the pair of painful holds for several
minutes more. His leg ached from the constrictive pressure
of her muscular thighs, and his neck hurt like hell from the
tight Nelson. Still he wouldn’t submit.
Eventually Carol decided that this attack wouldn’t be
successful. She released his leg, using the Nelson to keep
Jim sprawled on his stomach. Suddenly she let go of his
arms and spun around, keeping her full weight squarely on
the center of his back. She scooped up his feet and firmly
tucked each ankle under her armpits. Squatting, she pulled
down on his legs and leaned back, executing a perfect Boston
Crab. The pressure on his back and legs was instant and
excruciating. “Let me know when you’ve had enough.” she
chuckled.
Jim tried his best to press up with his arms to relieve
the pressure and to force his legs back, but it was to no
avail. Carol had the hold too well established and was now
increasing the pressure. It felt as if his back were
breaking. Suddenly he saw bright lights flash in front of
his eyes as his back muscles spasmed. At the same time an
intense pain shot from his spine. Instantly he screamed “I
submit! I submit! Just let me go!!”
Carol released his legs and sat down on his sore back.
Jim was totally out of breath, and her weight made it more
difficult to breathe, not to mention get up. “Gotcha again,
didn’t I!” she crowed, and spanked his bottom hard four or
five times.
She stood up and helped Jim to his feet. “You took a
lot of pain in that round, Jim. Let’s rest five minutes.”
Jim didn’t argue, just groaned in agreement and sprawled
on a nearby sofa. After a few minutes his breathing had
returned to normal, but his back still hurt fiercely. Carol
was back in the middle of the mats, motioning for Jim to
join her.
Finally Jim drug himself over to the mat and warily
approached Carol. Carol played with him, dancing away from
his clumsy attempts to engage her. Finally she took him in
a front neck grip, turned her back to him, and vigorously
threw him over her head. Jim landed roughly on the mat.
Carol was all over him. She slipped her shapely legs around
his waist, establishing a perfectly placed body scissors,
and took him in a side headlock. Carol’s legs were
beautifully shaped, but their muscles were deadly. She
tightened her grip around Jim’s waist, painfully
constricting him. He flailed at her legs but couldn’t
affect her python-like grip. After struggling against the
two constrictive holds for a few minutes, he collapsed,
offering no resistance.
“You’re mine now, buddy-boy,” Carol hissed into his ear.
She tightened her scissors grip rhythmically, driving the
air from his body. “Let me know when you’ve had enough.”
Jim was in absolute agony. Carol’s deadly legs were
painfully crushing his waist, just below his rib cage, and
made breathing nigh onto impossible. Just as soon as he
could manage to take in a small gasp of air she would
tighten her legs, expelling it for him. He finally tried to
gasp out a submission, but he had too little air to do more
than croak. “What’s that, Jim? I can’t hear you!” Carol
growled through gritted teeth, as she bore down on his waist
once again.
This routine continued for a few more minutes, Jim
growing steadily weaker. Finally he was no longer moving,
his face a reddish-purple. Carol released the headlock and
lifted his arm. When she let go, it flopped limply on the
mat. She had squeezed Jim totally unconscious. Carol
patted his cheek and disengaged her legs.
After two or three minutes Jim came around, looking like
something the cat had dragged in. “I’ve had enough,” he
coughed. “You’re just too much for me. Where did you learn
all that?”
“Jim, when you called,” Carol smiled, “I told you that
domination was my business, and wrestling was my favorite
part. I’ve been doing this for five years now, and seldom
lose a fall anymore. By the way, let me know when you want
to try again. I give a discount for losers! You haven’t
even tried some of my better holds yet. Ever been in a head
scissors or a camel clutch?”
It was another few minutes before Jim was able to get to
his feet and dress. He had certainly realized his fantasy,
in spades. Before he left, however, he made another
appointment to wrestle with Carol in a few weeks. Once a
fool…….

–

Now I was only 14, but one hell of a big kid and had matured very
early and used to love to go out to the pool in my levi cut-offs
and was very PROUD of the newly sprouted trail of hair that ran from
my navel, on down…so most times I prominatly display this by leaving
the top couple buttons open on my cut-offs.

One day the Dorm Stud comes over to where I am lying on the cement
and he squats down to talk for a while. We are talkin’ “STUD BEEFCAKE”
here! As he’s talking, his cock falls out the leg of his nylon joggers.
I mention this to him and he said “I don’t mind, do you? I’m sure
you have seen a guy’s tool before and I bet a kid your size has
one just as big…”! I noted the head of his cock begin to swell
slightly and that started a response in MY cut-offs.

Before long, the swollen head of my cock had begun to peer out the
slit of my fly. We talked for an hour or so, all this time, his
cock was hanging against his thigh and I could even see the engorged
veins of his shaft under the thin material and by this time, my prick
had formed a small pool of pre-cum on my stomach which had run down
and filled my navel. Brad finally invited me to his dorm to show
me his new stereo set-up. I can remember walking acroos the pool
area with my towel stratigically place to conceal my hard-on which
was now standing well above the waistband of my cutoffs. We stepped
thru the door of his dorm and he immediately slid his jogging shorts
off and turned to me and asked if I wanted to shower the chlorine
off… I did not say anything… I was tranfixxed. I was staring
at an AWESOME hunk with the perfect V-body, deep tan, just the right
amount of body hair and the most incredible DICK I have seen to date!
He smiled and simply walked to the bathroom and turned the shower
on and said, “Come on!” I stood under that warm water for what seemed
to be hours while he soaped and carressed my body…but he did not
once, touch my full-masted cock… We got out and dried each other
off and he led me to the bedroom and layed me on his bed and proceeded
to kiss every inch of my body, again, everywhere BUT my cock! He
then strattled me and gently, some times not so gently, ran his cock
over my chest, my face, my legs, my stomach, even my toes. He then
asked if I would like to see him cum… I almost whispered, Yes….
He stood at the side of the bed and then put on a real show for me…
feeling his cock and hard pecs and running his open hand over the
ripples of his stomach. He then asked me to touch him… I reached
around his thigh and placed my hand just under his butt and gave
his muscled leg a slight squeeze and then he threw his head back
and began breathing very deep and fast. His cock began spewing forth
a torrent of cum, He literally DRENCHED me with his man-juice and
as his orgasm subsided, he dropped to his knees and took my cream-covered
tool into his mouth. I had never felt a man’s mouth on my prick
and remember that it felt like sandpaper…but now doubt I was SUPER
sensitive at that time. He swallowed my cock to the base and held
it there while he wiped globs of his cum from my stomach and chest
and massaged it into his own chest. My balls tightened and I began
to pump my load deep in his throat. We collapsed. Hours later I
got up to head home and he kissed me deeply and I will always remember
how that kiss felt and tasted. My family moved that week and I never
saw him again. I did get a Christmas card from him that year….I
have it today…almost 10 years later… Everyone’s first time should
have been as memorable and wonderful as mine was…

I woke up this morning, with a piss-hard-on. This is NOT
unusual for me, as I find it harder to hold my bladder all night
long as I get older, and still ignore the call of nature in the
morning.
I turned over, and cuddled up to my wife, Marsha. At 32
years old, she is no longer the teenager’s wet-dream she was when
I first married her, but she still has a body to put most models
to shame. Even more exciting, the smooth sexy feel of her skin,
and the heady aroma of her silky long brown hair were always
enough to give me ideas, even when I don’t already have a hard-
on.
“Are you at that ‘thing’ again?” giggled Marsha, squirming
back at me, trying to trap my swollen prick between her legs,
where it would do both of us more good. Marsha may not be the
incredibly oversexed barely-pubescent little girl who had trapped
a 16-year-old into marriage, with her insatiable appetite for sex
that had swamped even me; but she still liked to fuck almost as
much as I do. Even two children, and almost nineteen years of
constant sex in marriage had only dampened her sex-drive down to
minor nymphomania. Of course, the thing that STILL amazed me
constantly, was that this incredible creature’s sex-drive all
centered on ME. I still can’t believe I’m so lucky, and I
constantly strive to let her know it.
Two minutes later, we were fucking like bunnies. After two
times the previous night, you might think we would slow down, but
why should we? Even approaching menopause hasn’t slowed my wife
down, and I don’t expect to slow down myself, until I’m at least
ninety years old. Probably not even then.
There’s one trouble with a piss-hard on though. It actually
interferes with the real thing. I couldn’t get off. Marsha was
just finishing her third orgasm, when I finally had to pull out
in disgust. The pressure from my bladder was tickling my
prostate, and interfering with my concentration. Yes,
concentration. After getting off twice the night before, and not
being particularly sexually-neglected anyway, it took some effort
on my part to work up to an orgasm. Usually, I could do this by
imagining I was fucking some cute young teenager, or even pre-
teen, like my wife had been when we first met. Marsha doesn’t
mind, sometimes even working such fantasies along with me. Only
as I said, this time it didn’t work.
My prick softened and slipped out of my wife with a soft
“slurp.” Damn, I was annoyed!
Telling my wife to, “Hold that pose,” I dashed into the
bathroom; trying to get there before the bladder-pressure made me
wet the floor. I heard Marsha giggle, as she “held that pose.”
Damn, again! For what must have been the fortieth time, I
resolved to finish the rough-in place for a second bathroom in
the basement. The bathroom was already occupied by my 16-year-
old daughter taking a shit, and I barged right in on her, as the
bathroom door had come loose several years ago, and I had never
bothered to replace it.

1

Since nobody in our house wears any clothes at night, it was
no surprise to see that Marie was as naked as I was. Nicely
formed breasts, and a furry “vee” showed that my daughter was
more developed than her mother had been, when she started having
sex, even though I knew Marie was still a virgin; as a couple of
times she had teased both me and her big brother by actually
showing her open crack, so we could see right up to her hymen.
Marie may not be fucking, like her mother had been doing much
younger than she was, but that doesn’t mean she isn’t interested
in sex. She just wants to save her virginity for marriage and
babies with the man she loves. (Yeah, I know it’s an old-
fashioned idea, and she doesn’t get it from her parents, but we
don’t discourage her either.)
All this to one side; my bladder pressure was so extreme, I
was about to pull over and pee in the sink, or possibly the tub,
right in front of my not-so-innocent young daughter, when she
stopped me. “Oh Daddy!” she sighed in disgust at me for not
thinking of what was obvious (to her). “Come here.”
My eyebrows went up, but I did go over to the “throne” where
Marie was just dropping a fat turd in the bowl. I knew she was
unable to get up, and for a second I wondered if she wanted me to
pee between her legs, while she sat there. Especially, once she
told me to, “Now you just ‘Use the toilet,’ like you were going
to, just as if I wasn’t here.”
I was about to actually try; hoping I could aim my prick
closely enough to not get her ALL wet, while I peed between her
legs, when my little girl leaned over, and swallowed my prick! I
couldn’t believe it. The thought of pissing between her legs,
was naughty enough, but this?
Marie looked up from where my prick was warmly ensconced in
her sexy little mouth, and mumbled, “Mmmmm, Mmmmd!” I took this
to mean something like, “Come ON! I haven’t got all day!” so I
did it. Yes, I peed in my little girl’s mouth.
Surprisingly, Marie didn’t either pull off, or force herself
forward so I could pee down her throat. She seemed to actually
ENJOY the taste of my urine on her taste-buds, and she ran her
lively little tongue around my prick, as if she was savoring the
flavor. Obviously, this was NOT the first time she had ever done
something like this, but I was not inclined to ask at the time
when she had done it before, or how many times. I just stood
there in somewhat a state of a shock, and let it flow. As I was
doing so, I heard my daughter let go a stream of her own piss.
For a moment, it seemed as though I was pissing right through my
daughter’s body. Actually, I think that was the impression my
little girl was trying to give me. Or perhaps, she liked the
idea of her father pissing though her, and it was HER turn-on.
At least I didn’t have a hard-on any more.
Only Marie didn’t stop at just drinking my piss. Once I
stopped peeing, and the last drops oozed out on her tongue, she
wrapped her sexy lips around my penis, and started sucking on me
like an experienced whore. Back and forth; up and down; with her
lively little tongue slithering around the tube on the bottom,
until I was fully erect, with a true hard-on, and not some piss-
hard imitation.

2

“There!” said Marie with some satisfaction, as she placed
one last kiss on the now proud paternal erection in front of her.
“Now you go back in there, and give Mom what she’s waiting for;
now that I’ve fixed you up for her.” She turned back to wiping
herself up, and starting to run the bathwater; ignoring my
shocked look. An amused glint ran through her eyes, but
otherwise she ignored me.
I sighed; grinned at my incredible young daughter, and
followed her advice; heading back for the bedroom, where Marsha
was probably still waiting impatiently. On the way, I almost ran
into my 18-year-old son Mike, (Yes, and my name is Marty
Morgan. . . People call us the “M&M’s.” And yes, it’s
deliberate.) heading for the bathroom, with a piss-hard-on of his
own, sticking out from HIS groin like a pipe sticking out of a
wall.
Mike grinned at me, when he saw his father coming OUT of the
bathroom, with as big an erection as he was going IN with. “I
see Marie got to you too, didn’t she Dad?” he remarked, before
waving me into the bedroom with Marsha. “I bet Mom needs that
pretty bad by now,” was his only other comment before vanishing
into the bathroom where his naked little sister was making
splashing noises in the tub.
Marsha was grinning when she saw the proud erection I had
brought her. This time I deliberately did NOT close the door, so
we could both listen in to the sexy squeals and yelps coming from
across the hall, while I slid in and out of my wife’s hot little
hole; and she squeezed me with a snatch that was still amazingly
tight, for a woman of her age. We both were incredibly hot; just
imagining what our two oversexed offspring were probably doing in
that tub together.
It’s amazing what two horny teenagers can do in the way of
sex-play, without actually fucking cock-in-cunt; or the boy
getting the girl pregnant. I imagined that our two kids were
probably going to explore every one of those possibilities. I
blew a thick sticky wad of sperm in my sexy wife’s belly, just
thinking about it; while she climaxed around me in a matching
orgasm.
“Whoo,” Marsha finally panted in my ear, “if our little girl
is going to get you all THAT excited, then I see I’m going to
have to have Marie warm you up a little more often, from now on!”
Well, as you can guess, I didn’t exactly disagree.

Archive-author: Karl Auerbach

Archive-title: 19 Year-old Virgin

Was it really almost 20 yrs ago? Doesn’t seem like it. I can remember.

Nineteen years old and still a virgin. Now that’s something you

don’t want to get around to the rest of your shipmates. But

hey, I was a little drunk and looking for sympathy when the subject of

last piece came up. I was only temporarily assigned to the ship and

wasn’t really part of the group. They let me tag along sometimes and

that’s why I was there when the subject came up. So I told them I was a

virgin. Got LOTS of sympathy. I’m just glad it was a small bar. I

didn’t have a lot of laughter to run through getting out of the place.

It was about three weeks later when Bill came up to me on a

Saturday night and asked if I wanted to hit some bars. I was

bored and, of course, ever hopeful Miss Right would be out there and

said OK. Since we heading out on a cruise the following Monday, I

figured I better get some shore leave in before we shipped out. Bill

jokingly said Maybe we’ll get you laid tonight. Yeah, right. In a pigs

eye.

We took off and headed down the strip (every Navy town has

one). I was driving my relatively new 68 Skylark; relative

since it was 1973 and the car was ‘new’ to me. Bill said Fuck it, let’s

try someplace else. Someplace where there aren’t a lot of sailors

ruining the place. Sounded good to me so I let him lead the way. We

drove around Newport quite a while with Bill giving directions. I had a

feeling he was looking for someplace in particular but didn’t really

care. Finally he directed us into a parking lot and we went into the

adjacent bar.

Jesus, this place looks dead I said. Bill told me to just wait

and we took a couple of seats at the bar. We had a couple of

beers while the place started to fill. Most of the newcomers were older

women. At 19, any woman is older; these looked to be over 30 with an

occasional over 40 mixed in. Very few men which made me wonder if Bill

had picked a lesbian bar (I hate that terminology). It was still kind

of early and we were working on our third beer ( I was, Bill was on 4

or 5) when Bill grabbed my arm, lifted it in the air, turned to the

mostly female population at the bar and said I have a virgin here, how

much do I hear? All I could think of was How could I let myself be

embarrassed like this again? I steeled myself to slink out amongst the

expected laughter when I noticed there wasn’t any. Looking around, all

I saw was expectant and, in some cases, hungry looks. I grinned

sheepishly at the wolves and said nothing, just kept sipping my beer.

Being 19 and not a professional drinker, the beer started

having its effect. I remember talking to a lot of the women

there (the beer relieved some of my inhibitions) but was not attacked

by any of them. The band started playing and I danced with the women I

was speaking with. During one dance, I noticed a new woman enter the

bar. Beautiful! About 34, 5′6, brunette, and a body that would knock

you socks off. She was obviously a regular since she said hi to almost

everyone there. I didn’t pay much attention to her since she looked so

damn good. Figured my chances, coupled with my inexperience and age,

were nil (typical of ALL my thinking about girls/women at that time).

The woman I was dancing with saw me looking and just smiled.

After the dance was over, my partner excused herself saying she

had to talk with some friends. I went back to the bar and

talked a while with Bill. I noticed that my last dance partner was

talking to the brunette but I didn’t think anything of it. Next thing I

knew I was being tapped on the shoulder. Turning around I almost

choked on my beer; it was the brunette asking me if I wanted to dance.

Nodding my affirmation (thank God I didn’t have to open my mouth and

make a fool of myself) I followed her out to the dance floor.

We spent the next few hours dancing and drinking until the bar

closed. Bill left with one of the women we had talked to

earlier with the parting shot Give her hell! Mary (the brunette) simply

smiled at him and leered at me. I figured she was only flirting and

nothing would come of it. When it got down to us and a few other

clients, Mary asked if I would give her a ride home. Sure, I was hoping

but figured my typical luck would hold out and nothing would happen.

It didn’t take long before I was totally lost. I kept following

her directions figuring it’s her house, she knows the way.

Suddenly she said turn right here! I turned the car onto a dirt road

and quickly had to hit the brakes. Before me were rows of corn stalks

with no house in sight. She reached over, turned off the ignition, and

said I understand you’re a virgin. I’d like to do something about

that.

Now, a note of clarification on my virginity. I had dated a

girl during my senior year in high school and we got pretty

serious. Without going into detail on how it happened (another story,

perhaps?) we experimented our way into heavy petting, and graduated to

some mild oral sex (no orgasm this way, at least for me) and mutual

masturbation. Both being Catholic and in HS, the guilt, paranoia, and

down right fear of pregnancy kept us from going any further. The same

guilt and paranoia always infected our trysts and made them less

enjoyable. I digress but it is important to the story.

I was terrified! I wanted her so bad but my fear of failure,

self, etc. was almost overpowering. She slid over to my side

(thank God I didn’t have bucket seats!), put her arms around my neck,

and we started kissing. The new moon, hanging low in the eastern sky,

provided a pale surrealistic light to the situation. She slid her

tongue inside my mouth and played with mine in a way that promised

greater things to come. But still, I was petrified. I knew this was it;

it was finally going to happen. Technically I knew what to do (I’d seen

pornos, read books, practiced by myself) but I was so nervous I

couldn’t think what to do first. She broke the kiss and said This

really IS your first time, huh? All I could do was nod. Couldn’t even

mention the little I had done in high school. Well, we’ll just have to

find something to do to calm you down, she said. Right, got any

phenobarbitol? I’m 19, finally gonna get laid, and she thinks she can

calm me down? Good luck.

She again started kissing me, that wonderful tongue playing

intricate games in my mouth. Her hands unbuttoned my shirt and

started caressing my chest and occasionally venturing down to my

stomach and the start of my pants. My cock was straining and almost

screaming at me to get started. Tentatively I reached out and cupped

her breasts. She moaned, reached both arms behind me and crushed

herself against me. I almost passed out! This was too good to be true!

No begging or pleading, just someone who wanted it as much as I.

Somehow I got her shirt unbuttoned and began caressing her breasts.

MAGNIFICENT! She broke our embrace, reached behind and unsnapped her

bra. She smiled at me as her breasts tumbled free, grabbed my head from

behind, and pulled me down to those globes. I was lost in between them!

I kissed and sucked her tits, going from one to the other, slathering

them with my tongue without touching her nipples. She lay back moaning,

crushing my head to her breasts. Finally, I began running my tongue

around her nipples first in large circles which gradually became

smaller until my tongue was flicking across her nipple. Slowly, I drew

the nipple into my mouth and began to suck on it. The pressure of her

hands on my head increased and I tried to suck as much of her breast

into my mouth as I could. I went back and forth between those melons

driving both of us into a frenzy.

By this time my dick was in extreme pain. I knew I had to do

something to relieve the pressure but felt I needed to do more

to please her. I remembered one of my shipmates telling how he

preferred cunnilingus before entry to help excite the woman and reduce

the amount of stroking required for her to reach orgasm. And believe

me, I was determined that she would also reach orgasm. I began running

my tongue down her chest to her stomach and back to her breasts. I was

curious if she wanted me or even would let me go down on her. Taking

her louder moans as an un-official endorsement, I began to undue her

pants. She lifted her ass and helped me pull her pants down and off. I

began to go lower toward her cunt when she pulled my head away, looked

into my eyes, and asked Do you know what you’re doing? Not wanting to

spoil the situation by saying something stupid I simply nodded. I

thought you were a virgin? she asked. I mumbled something about reading

a lot and she chuckled in a very sexy manner and said go ahead.

I again lowered my head to her stomach and continued running my

tongue around the area, occasionally dipping below into her panties and

dramatically increasing her moans. I grabbed her panties and slowly

drew them off. She twisted in the seat so that her head rested on the

passenger side arm rest with her legs spread on the seat (thanks mom

for not letting me buy that sports car!). Starting at her knees, I ran

my tongue down her legs to where her cunt hairs just started tickling

my nose. Knowing that I should start at her clitoris (thanks to

Everything You Wanted To Know About Sex But Were Afraid To Ask), and

the general location, I used my tongue to explore until I found it. I

started flicking her clit with my tongue and sucking it into my mouth.

She arched her hips, grabbed my head, and crushed it against her cunt.

Whatever I lacked in experience I tried to make up for in effort. I

kept sucking gently on her clit, my saliva mixing with her juices,

until she was soaked. Leaving her clit I moved down and began tonguing

her vagina. Taking a deep breath, I shoved my tongue as far into pussy

as it would go. She mashed my head against her moaning Jesus, a natural

pussy eater! Hearing that drove me wild! I began thrusting my tongue in

and out with short trips back up to her clit. I just couldn’t get

enough of it with her moaning how good it felt and kept fucking her

cunt with my tongue.

Finally, I’d had enough. Not that I couldn’t continue doing

that, I just couldn’t take the pressure on my cock. Breaking

her iron-like grasp on my head, I pulled back and began taking off my

pants. She smiled at me and said Now it’s my turn. NO! I almost

screamed, I couldn’t take it! She smiled knowingly at me and laid back

down on the seat again spreading her legs. This was it. The moment of

truth! I knelt between her legs and she reached down and grabbed my

cock. I almost died! Just having someone else besides me touch my cock

was fantastic. She stroked it back and forth a few times muttering it

feels sooo nice! Grabbing my cock, she pulled me towards her and down

to her pussy. Without letting go of my cock, she slowly worked it into

her pussy grabbing my ass with her other hand. I couldn’t believe the

sensation! Rosie Palm and her five sisters NEVER felt like this! When

she had all of me in her, she let go of my cock, grabbed my ass with

both hands, and moved her hips up and down against me. At last I was

fucking a woman! I started getting carried away and thrust with all my

strength against her, her hands on my ass pulling me deeper into her

pussy.

I knew I couldn’t take much more of this. Feeling an orgasm

start, I shouted STOP! Too late, I started coming inside her

but held myself very still hoping I could control how much I came. She

looked up at me and asked Did you come? A little, I replied. Smiling,

she stroked my cheek and asked Do you want to stop? I shook my head no

and started stroking my still hard cock inside her. Now I understood

one of the benefits of being 19, healthy, and incredibly horny: once

just wasnot going to be enough! I also noticed that the first little

orgasm seemed to deaden the sensations in my cock. Realizing I could

now fuck her without worrying about coming too fast, I went at it with

a renewed gusto. She looked at me and moaned I don’t believe it! My ego

soared! I was Tarzan dominating Jane! I was the fulfillment of the male

image! Marlboro Man look out! I’m riding this mare to the sunset! I

kept up the pace, going in and out, as deep as I could, her writhing

and moaning driving me to animal passion that almost scared me. Her

hips thrusting back at me met my every stroke with equal, passionate

force. Suddenly, she grabbed me around the hips with her legs, and

sinking her teeth into my neck, began to come. Her vagina clamped down

on my cock and I could feel it pulsate in rhythm to her body

convulsions as she became lost in the throes of her orgasm. I couldn’t

believe that I had actually done that to a woman.

She held on to me long after the orgasm subsided, my cock still

hard inside her. Finally she relaxed her legs and let me pull

out of her. I didn’t want to leave that warm, marvelous cavern but my

arms were shaking from holding myself up. I sat back on the seat with a

silly grin on my face. She sat up, saw the grin, and chuckled Well, how

was it? Still grinning I replied WOW, it’s a lot better than I thought!

She laughed and snuggled up to me, her breasts pressing against my arm.

I lit a cigarette for both of us and we sat there in silence smoking.

She finished half of hers and snubbed it out. Leaning back against me,

she started stroking my thigh and said Well, we can’t go with you only

having a little orgasm. How about a big one? I was shocked! My high

school escapades previously mentioned always ended with one orgasm no

matter how good it was. Now here was a woman asking if I wanted more. I

don’t think I can relate the male ego boost that occurs even today upon

hearing that! I looked at her, nodded and said I don’t know if I can

come again. She looked me in the eye and said Let me worry about that.

Using both hands she gently forced me back until my head lay on

the driver’s side armrest, my legs spread on the seat. Being

obviously of a vengeful nature, she began running her tongue down my

legs and around my stomach being careful to avoid my crotch. I moaned

and writhed under her ministrations, thrusting my hips involuntarily

into the air. Finally, after one tongue excursion down my thigh, she

began tonguing my balls. She went back and forth between them getting

the hairs soaked with her saliva. She suddenly stopped, looked up at

me, and took my left testicle into her mouth. She sucked on it softly

and stroked it with her tongue. Letting it slide sensuously out of her

mouth, she repeated with the right testicle. She went back and forth

between them, sometimes using her mouth to fuck my balls, sliding them

individually in and out, in and out. She stopped, and taking a deep

breath, took both balls into her mouth at the same time, gently

stuffing them in with her hands. The sensation was overpowering. My

cock felt more engorged with blood than ever before; bouncing up at the

sky with every beat of my heart. I squirmed repeatedly underneath her

which seemed to drive her into a heightened frenzy. She kept sucking on

my balls like she couldn’t get enough, her eyes constantly open and

watching my reactions.

Suddenly, she pulled back slightly and let my balls pop out of

her mouth. She began running her tongue up and down on the

underside of my cock. Occasionally she would wrap her lips as much as

possible around the side of my cock and suck it or stroke her lips up

and down, pausing close to the head. She opened her mouth and placed my

cock inside on her tongue rubbing it all around without closing her

mouth. I’d only seen this done in porno movies and experiencing it was

almost unbearable. She grabbed my cock with her hands and closed her

mouth about the head, slowly sucking it in until she had about half of

it in her mouth. She kept it there, sucking on it like a popsickle, her

eyes glued to mine savoring my every reaction. She closed her eyes and

started stroking her head up and down on my straining cock, going

deeper and deeper with every stroke, until finally all of my cock was

buried in her mouth. She ground her face against my stomach, twisting

her head back and forth, then returning to fucking my cock with her

mouth. This sure wasn’t going to take too long. Nothing in my previous

experience could possibly prepare me for this! I could feel my balls

swelling, getting ready to expel my juices. I grabbed her head and

twisted it up without removing my cock and told her I was going to

come. I thought she would pull away and let me come in the air like in

high school but I was wrong. I removed my hands from her head as she

mumbled a negative and increased her sucking up and down. Again I

grabbed her head and started helping her up and down on my cock. The

pressure kept increasing and increasing until suddenly, I began to

come! She thrust her head down on my cock, taking it as deep as before.

I shot jet after jet of come into her throat while she continued to bob

her head up and down on my deeply engulfed cock. It was like I couldn’t

stop coming and she couldn’t get enough. As the flow lessened, she

pulled her head back and began running my still spurting cock around

her face. The muscles in my body were shaking from my tensing them.

Finally I stopped and she took my softening cock back into her mouth,

gently licking and sucking it. She used her fingers to wipe off her

face and sucked off the collected come. We both fell asleep.

I woke up about an hour later, saw the time, woke up Mary and

said I’ve got to get back on board ship. We dressed and I took

her home. I laughed when it turned out her home was only three blocks

away from the bar. I asked her why we didn’t go to her house and she

said she didn’t want her husband catching us! I couldn’t believe it! I

asked her if we could get together again and she smiled at me and said

Who knows? You can find me at the bar. She kissed me tenderly and

walked into her house.

I went back to the bar after we got back into port about 2

months later but she never showed up. I drove by her house but

it was up for sale. Nobody at the bar knew what had happened to her or

when exactly she left. I’m happily married now with a wife that

fulfills my every fantasy and desire so I have no need to look for

another woman. Still, I guess you never forget your first experience,

especially one as wild as that one was. I hated waiting until I was 19

but in hindsight, it was well worth it! The message? Don’t discount

older women. Their capacity to please can be overwhelming and their

capacity to give can be bottomless.

Thanks Mary, wherever you are. I’ll never forget you.

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Jason dragged himself out of his chair and trudged down the hall, trying in vain to think of a way out of his mess. While walking, a slightly round figure approached him in the hallway, it was Jaime Kurtz, Professor Watters graduate assistant. While always wearing thick glasses, Jaime was the ultimate bookworm, and at only about five foot two inches tall, her short frame was forced to carry in excess of 185 pounds, so she looked much like a walking bowling ball! Before they passed each other, Jason had a quick brainstorm, and in desperation played his last card, “Jaime, how ya doin” he asked easily, “nice lecture you gave today, I can see why the Professor has put so much faith in you!” Jaime stopped as she neared Jason, and asked eagerly, “Did you really like it, I put a lot of work into that lecture, I hope the students appreciated it!” “Oh, I know I did,” Jason replied, “it was very good, but there’s just one thing,” and he let his voice trail off. “What’s that” she asked quickly, “if there was something wrong, I could correct it before the next class.” “Oh, no,” he answered smoothly, “it’s just that, well, I just don’t seem to understand the material like I should, do you think that you could maybe give me a little extra help, I mean, I’d pay you for your time!!!” “Oh you don’t have to pay me anything,” she replied excitedly, “that’s what were here for, to help the students!” “Good,” he said, “then it’s settled, let’s get together tonight at your place to go over the parts I’m having trouble with, okay!?!” The meeting was quickly arranged, and Jason was set to meet Jaime Kurtz that evening in her apartment at eight pm.

“Nice place,” Jason commented, while sitting down in the living room of Jaime Kurtz. It was apparent from the look on her face, that Jaime was more than a little happy that she had such a handsome young man visiting her, and since she was sort of a “plain jane”, she didn’t have much of a social life with the opposite sex, and even if this wasn’t a formal date, she did have Jason Polk in her apartment all to herself! “Now, Jason,” she began, “what seems to be the problem?” “Well, Miss Kurtz,” he replied, “it’s just everything, I just don’t seem to get it!!!” “Please, call me Jaime,” she offered, “let’s find out exactly where you need the most work.” “Okay, Jaime,” he said, while opening up his Econ 1 text book, “why don’t you come over here and we can go over some of this stuff!” Jaime slid onto the couch next to him, and waited until Jason stopped at the chapter on globalization of free trade. Jaime was obviously in her element, because for the next five minutes she talked practically non stop about the interaction of governments and business on a world wide scale, while Jason, of course was paying absolutely no attention to any of her gobble-d-gook, and instead during one of her more boring moments, let his arm casually drape around the instructor’s shoulder. She didn’t seem to even notice, but Jason figured it was now or never, so he turned to face her, and shut her up with a hard full kiss on the lip, and while she was momentarily stunned, she quickly warmed to the occasion and returned the kiss with her full passion! He pulled away, looked her in the eyes, and lied, “I’ve been thinking about doing that since your first lecture at the beginning of the semester!” “Really,” she asked, “you should have said something a long time ago,” as she then kissed him again, but this time even more passionately! As they kissed, Jason let his hand roam all over Jaime’s breasts, kneading and cupping the big fat udders, making her moan as he tugged on her now distended nipples. “Let’s get out of these clothes,” Jason ordered, and without waiting for an answer, stood up and shed all of this clothing, leaving him standing in front of her totally naked, and with a semi hard erection just inches from her face! He leaned forward just a few inches, allowing the head of his penis rushed against her moist lips. She let her tongue trace a line all over his knob, and it jumped every time her tongue flicked over it, until finally, she opened her mouth and let it slip into her warmth, caressing it like it were a rare piece of china. Her vagina flooded with moisture with the big cock in her mouth, it had been so long since she had done this, and never with a cock as magnificent this!!! Although she was anxious to feel it inside of her pussy, she couldn’t help herself, and soon she had induced a cum flooding orgasm that filled her mouth with the warm sticky goo savoring it and swirling it in her mouth until finally swallowing it all down, leaving a warm satisfied feeling in her ample belly!

Jason was surprised at the skill that Jaime had shown at sucking cock, he had figured her for a real neophyte, not a expert on oral love making, and although she had a tubby little body, and wasn’t the most attractive girl in the world, he had to admit that that was one of the best blow jobs he had ever had! As she scrambled to get off her clothing, her massive breasts swayed back and forth while her areolas tipped with fat nubs, stood out like mini erections hanging over her soft round belly! Jason for the life of him couldn’t figure it out, but he was getting another erection just looking her, and he realized that he probably wanted her as much as she wanted him!!! “How do you want it,” he whispered to her, while he twisted her big nipples between his thumb and forefinger? “From the rear,” she answered fiercely, “I want to feel like I’m really being taken against my will!!!” Jason’s pecker jumped, at the thought of ramming her from the back, and he lined up his cock as she settled on the sofa with her big ass in the air, and her legs wide apart exposing her bulging vagina. Jaime’s fur ran all the way to her ass hole and her slit contrasted a bright pink surrounded by the dark brown bush. Jason let the head of his cock just slip inside of her cunt, and when he was ready, he lunged forward, burying his pecker all the way into her tight vagina, inducing a blinding orgasm on the first plunge, her cunt totally unprepared for the vicious assault the hard thick penis was perpetrating on it! In the next two or three minutes, Jaime had at least three stunning climaxes, with perhaps two or three smaller, if no less satisfying cums! On Jaime’s last orgasm, Jason roared out loud as his own climax tore through his loins and exited his penis into her steaming cunt, causing them to collapse together in a heap of sweat, fat, and cum on the over stuffed sofa!!!

Jason idly played with Jaime’s nipples and said, “I hope that you can help me with my Econ, ‘cuz you’re my last hope!” With a knowing look she answered, “I don’t think you’ll have any trouble, but it’s going to take a lot more private sessions to make sure you know the material!” “Do you think you’ll have time for me,” he said half mockingly?!? She smirked a little, leaned over and kissed his pecker, and replied, “I’ll make time!!!”

I knew only that the pool mans name was Mike. His skin was bronzed by
the sun, his hair was shoulder length and pulled back into a ponytail.
It was the blackest of black that I had ever seen. He was built well,
his arms and legs were muscular and looked very powerful. The tight
tan shorts he wore framed a rounded, tight ass, and a bulge up front
that made me stir as I watched him lift and carry his supplies to the
side of the house.

He usually made it to our house on Mondays and Wednesdays. I was never
at home when he was here, so I’d never had an introduction.. Gary had
asked him to come on Friday this week because we were hosting a
business function in our home the next day, and would be entertaining
poolside.

I wanted to get a closer look at him, he was very arousing to me. I
decided the best way to get closer was to go on down to the pool and
take in some sun. I went to my armoire to retrieve my bikini. As I
was tying the top around my back, I tried to imagine what he would be
thinking when he saw me in the tiny suit. After I was suited up, I
went to my mirror to make adjustments for the maximum
benefit…visibility! My image was highlighted by the subtle shadows
of my nipples and my pubic hair that the white bikini would allow to
show through.

My breasts are c-cup, and very high on my chest. The straps of the
bikini pulled them even higher and made them even more full, my
cleavage was exposed and looked very provocative. I wondered outloud,
“why have I always been so intrigued with my cleavage,” as I turned
sideways to see my flattened belly and rounded ass. They composed
perfection against my strong, toned legs and thighs. I adjusted the
thong that ran down the center of my ass so that it was strategically
placed in the center of my vagina. The thong skillfully spread my
vaginal lips exposing their pinkness. My blonde pubic hair that was
exposed was beginning to glisten with the moistness that had begun to
seep from deep within me.

I wasn’t really interested in having sex with Mike, I just wanted to
watch him look at my body. I wanted to see him get a rise in those
tight little shorts as he took in my desirability. I liked it when I
could dress seductively inducing men to admire my physique. I enjoyed
wondering what they were thinking while they looked at me, fantasizing
about what they would do to me if they had the chance.

I descended the staircase and walked towards the sliding glass doors
that lead to the pool. The marbled floor was frigidly cold and it
brought my nipples to full attention. As I felt them become firm, I
said aloud, “More for Mike to enjoy!” With that, I slid the door open
and stepped out into the open. The noise of the door opening prompted
Mike to look around for the source. His eyes caught mine as I
gracefully continued my walk around the pool to the lounges.

“Hello Mike, I don’t believe that we have had the pleasure of a formal
introduction, I’m Heather, Gary’s wife.” I extended my hand as he was
visibly shaken by my appearance. “Hello, I’m glad to meet you, Gary
has spoken of you before but I never imagined that you would be quite
so beautiful.” Mike was looking deep into my eyes, and I felt the
energy begin to build between us. His grip on my hand was strong as I
asked if it would bother him if I sunned myself while he worked. “I
hope that it’s not an inconvenience for me to be down here while you
are cleaning the pool, I don’t want to be in the way, so I’ll just lie
quietly so as to not to disturb you.” “It’s no problem at all Heather,
I’m sure that I would enjoy your company.” His hand left mine as I
turned to go to the nearest lounge. I felt his eyes watching me walk,
so I put a subtle emphasis on the sway of my hips.

I made my way to the lounge that was the closest to him. I wanted to
have a good view of Mike, while allowing him to easily see me laying
out. I sat on the lounge with my feet still on the ground, I felt the
excitement begin to rush through my body. I decided to go all the way
with this whole thing, so I put my hands behind my back to pull loose
the strings of my bikini. I looked up at him as my top slid down to my
belly exposing my bare breasts. He was watching me, his eyes alive
with pleasure. I let my lips form a soft smile as I returned his
steady gaze. He quickly went back to his work.

I laid down on the lounger slipping my bikini bottoms off as I did. My
soft blonde pubic hair shimmered in the sunlight, as I felt the warmth
of the rays caress my entire body. Mike was still busily focusing his
attention on the work before him, I knew that he wanted to look at me,
and I gave him every available opportunity to do exactly that. “Mike,
I hate to ask you such a overtly stupid question, but will you please
hand me that bottle of oil beside the diving board?” He turned towards
me, and I watched him glorify in the vision of my bare pussy and
breasts. “Sure, I think that I can handle that!” Our gaze on each
other was firm as he turned towards the diving board. I watched his
ass as it swayed slightly with each pace he took and I felt myself
become very aroused. My nipples became rigidly hard as he approached
me with the bottle of oil in hand. “Oh thanks, I don’t usually make a
nuisance of myself, but I didn’t figure that you would mind.” Mike
just looked at me with a very sexy grin that encouraged me to start up
a more “interesting” conversation.

I took the oil from his hand and popped the top, “I hope that you don’t
mind me laying out in the nude while you work?” I poised the bottle
directly above my left breast and let it drip down to coat my already
hard nipple, he watched as the oil oozed across the topside of my
breasts. “Well I guess that you could say that I don’t get to enjoy
this kind of company everyday, I am certainly not going to tell you to
put your suit back on.” He reached towards my breasts and began to rub
the oil into my nipple area with moderate pressure. I let my eyes
close as I felt his fingers caress the very tips of my nipple. “I
would like to add more oil to you if you don’t mind, I love the way
your breast looks now, I can only imagine what your cunt looks like
with the oil.” I opened my eyes to find him staring straight at me
waiting for my reply. My eyes involuntarily closed as I handed him the
bottle. What I felt for the next fifteen minutes or so was absolutely
luxurious.

I again watched as he held the bottle above my other breast and let
even more oil run down onto it. He watched as the droplets intersected
with my skin and slid down to my chest. He then squeezed small puddles
of oil onto my belly, legs, and the top of my pussy. I felt the warm
oil run down the inside of my inner thighs and onto my asshole. He
began to massage my breasts and belly with his slickened hands as I
felt my body release my fluid onto my vaginal lips. He talked about
how wonderful my body was and how much he enjoyed touching it. I said
absolutely nothing. He began his decent to my lower body, slowly
rubbing the oil deeper into my skin. I felt his cock getting harder as
it was pressed against the side of my torso. He began moaning slightly
with each stroke of his hands.

I closed my eyes as he let two fingers slide onto the center of my
pussy, I watched him savor the taste of my sweet juices on his fingers
after he had felt that I was very hot. I let him massage the oil onto
my pussy as well as my upper thighs. I kept my eyes closed and
imagined that what it would feel like if his cock were inside of me and
we were making love. His fingers caressed in small circular motions
over my thighs, he would then trace lines up to the opening of my pussy
and massage my clit. My body was moving gently against his hand while
I sighed and moaned in pleasure. I opened my eyes to see him gazing
fondly between my legs, he watched as he increased the pressure on my
pussy. “I don’t think that I have ever seen a more beautiful body than
yours Heather, I want to make love to you.” His statement was almost
in question form. I wondered what he was thinking…he knew Gary was
my husband, and I didn’t know how to reply.

It surprised me when circumstances were set up so that I didn’t have to
reply. I looked up at my bedroom balcony to see Gary standing there in
his swim trunks. He had a very subtle smile on his face that I knew
well. It suddenly donned on me that he had been standing there
watching for quite awhile. “Well Mike, how are you doing on this fine
summer day?. Gary said as he waved to me and began to descend the
staircase leading to the pool. Mike jumped franticly, I’m sure he was
frightful of what might happen next. “Oh Gary…yes, I have finished
with the pool, I guess I’ll be getting on my way now.” Mike was
beginning to move away from my naked body as Gary was coming towards
me. “I don’t think that there is any reason for you to leave now, I
mean, after all, I’m not here to rain on anyones parade…especially my
wife’s!” Mike was dumfounded as he searched endlessly for a reply, it
seemed as if hours had gone by before he finally spoke out. “I take it
to mean that you don’t mind what I was doing?” Gary came closer too
the both of us.

He looked at me and smiled a glorious smile, then turned to Mike,
“Michael, I don’t prohibit any man from enjoying Heather’s body, I
simply like to be there when it comes time for her to be fucked. “You
see Mike, Heather nor I believe in going outside of our marriage for
sexual intercourse, but I believe full well in letting others watch and
participate, to a point, while we do.” Mike seemed quite relieved as
he started back towards Gary and I, “I’m glad to know that, Heather is
a beautiful woman and I would consider it a pleasure if I could see her
get a bang from you!”

Gary reached down and pulled at one of my nipples, I let my head fall
back and arched my back so that he could show Gary how valid his words
were. Gary pulled his trunks off, his cock was already firm with
anticipation. He swung a leg over the chair and me so that his crotch
was right in front of my mouth. I leaned to the side to see Mike
watching closely. I smiled generously at him and returned my focus to
Gary.

I took his cock in my hand and lead it to my mouth. Starting at the
top, I licked all the way to his balls, increasing the pressure as I
went along. Gary’s eyes were closed as he began to push deeper into my
throat. Mike came around to our side so that he could get a better
view of all that what was going on. I was soaking Gary with my saliva
as he plunged deeper into me. He had taught me years earlier that I
have to relax when I performed fellatio, I was quite inexperienced
sexually when we first met. His exact instructions ran over and over
in my mind just as they always did. I always wanted to do everything I
could to please him. I had to curl my tongue to cover as much area of
his dick as I could, and when I felt ready, I should begin the suction
from the deepest possible point of my mouth. I also liked it when he
would pump my mouth just as he would my cunt. He would begin short
strokes, only allowing the tip of his head to enter my mouth, then
pushing deeper into my throat while I sucked him for all that he was
worth. I had to acquire a taste for his come, but before long I was
draining every drop from him, and enjoying it every bit as much as only
a true a connoisseur could.

Mike had his shorts dropped to his ankles, he was playing with his
balls with one hand and pulling at his nipple with his other. I
motioned for him to come in closer to Gary and me. Gary watched me as
I removed my mouth from him and began to lick Mikes cock with the tip
of my tongue. Mike put both hands on his nipples, he outstretched them
and started to twist and pull them. He was looking down at my mouth,
his eyes partially closed, as I took him into my throat.

“Oh Heather, I can tell that you like to suck dick, I knew that those
luscious lips were created with exactly that in mind.” Mike was
pumping deep into my mouth, I was sucking him harder with each stroke.
Gary began to move down towards my pussy, I could feel the wetness that
had built from our encounter. I knew that I was close to orgasm but I
wanted to wait until they could join me.

Gary spoke with a soft voice. “I hope honey, that you are enjoying
yourself, Mike seems to be doing wonderfully. While he is filling that
precious throat, I think I’ll put something in your box!” Gary asked
Mike to hold off for a moment as he helped me off the lounger. I knew
what was coming next and I couldn’t wait. I felt my legs tremble as I
stood to wait for Gary’s instructions. “Why don’t you get down on all
fours so that Mike and I will be able to take better care of you.” I
bent over and rested my body on my hand and knees. My ass was arched
high in the air so that both Gary and Mike could see the juices
dripping down my inner thighs.

Mike came up in front of me and also got down on his knees. “I like to
see you like this Heather, it makes it more pleasurable when I can see
your face while my dick is in your mouth.” With that I licked my lips
and opened my mouth wide for him to enter me. Gary was behind me
rubbing his cock against my pussy lips as I started sucking Mikes cock
with great strength. “Heather, your so wet, that makes me know for
sure that you like getting it from both ends!” I felt as if I were
about to explode, my legs were trembling with glory and I didn’t know
how much longer I could hang on.

Gary slid his rigid cock up into my tight cunt and began pumping only
the head. He knew that I liked to be teased, and he loved to keep me
on edge as to what was going to happen next. I was in total ecstasy,
Gary was pumping deeper and deeper into me and Mike was frivolously
fucking my throat. I had been involved with things of the like but
never had I experienced such a total release. Knowing that Gary had
been watching Mike and I playing increased my pleasure ten-fold.

Mike began to fuck my mouth with a fervor that wouldn’t stop, he was
pushing into me just like he would a pussy. “Oh Heather, I am going to
cum in your mouth…I want you to swallow all of it!” His voice was
shaky and broken. Gary chimed in as he grabbed the sides of my ass and
pulled me harder and harder onto him. “I hope that your ready to go
Mike, I’m fixing to blow my top too!” They both were giving it to me
with a force I had never experienced. I looked up at Mike, his eyes
were closed tightly as I felt his pressure increase.

I felt my pussy swell and tighten as I tried to hold off just a little
longer, but it was no use. I let out a low, deep moan as I felt my cum
gush and coat Gary’s cock. They both followed my lead and pumped
ferevishly…intensifying their plunges with every stroke. Gary’s
juices rushed forward into me and then began to flow back out onto the
ground, while coating both our legs. Mike’s juices shot out and
torpedoed the back of my throat. I couldn’t hold all of it and so it
seeped out and down the sides of my mouth. They both slowed their
motions to release all of their fluid into my pussy and mouth. I
tightened my suction on Mike’s cock, and my muscles contracted on Gary
so that I drained every last drop from them both.

They both pulled out and together they pulled me to my feet. My whole
body was shaky from the experience, so my balance wasn’t what it
usually was. Both Mike and Gary embraced me from their respective
sides…they held me for a moment. Gary broke the silence, “Mike,
after the party tomorrow we’ll probably need another cleaning…why
don’t you come by around 8pm?” Mike simply nodded in agreement. I
looked straight at him winked, and kissed him on the cheek. “See ya
then Mike, we will all know each other alot better after tomorrow
night…at least I hope so!” He looked down at me, “I look forward to
my next service call, I’ll definitely be here!”

While Mike turned and retrieved his belongings and supplies, Gary
gently placed a familiar kiss on my nose, and then my forehead. He
then reached for my hand, and we began to climb the staircase leading
to our bedroom. “I love you Gary darling, more than you could ever
know,” I cooed. “So what do you think babe, do you think Mike knows
that we have been fantasizing about this day since last summer?”, he
inquired. Gary had been away from me for a whole week and I longed to
lie naked next to his body. I squeezed his hand gently and said,
“Honey, why don’t we take a long nap, we’ll need to get rested up for
Mikes next service call.” We just looked at each other and smiled a
very satisfied smile, and laid down to do exactly that.

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Archive-name: 3plus/3gmme.txt
Archive-author: Heather Dawson

Jason dragged himself out of his chair and trudged down the hall, trying in vain to think of a way out of his mess. While walking, a slightly round figure approached him in the hallway, it was Jaime Kurtz, Professor Watters graduate assistant. While always wearing thick glasses, Jaime was the ultimate bookworm, and at only about five foot two inches tall, her short frame was forced to carry in excess of 185 pounds, so she looked much like a walking bowling ball! Before they passed each other, Jason had a quick brainstorm, and in desperation played his last card, “Jaime, how ya doin” he asked easily, “nice lecture you gave today, I can see why the Professor has put so much faith in you!” Jaime stopped as she neared Jason, and asked eagerly, “Did you really like it, I put a lot of work into that lecture, I hope the students appreciated it!” “Oh, I know I did,” Jason replied, “it was very good, but there’s just one thing,” and he let his voice trail off. “What’s that” she asked quickly, “if there was something wrong, I could correct it before the next class.” “Oh, no,” he answered smoothly, “it’s just that, well, I just don’t seem to understand the material like I should, do you think that you could maybe give me a little extra help, I mean, I’d pay you for your time!!!” “Oh you don’t have to pay me anything,” she replied excitedly, “that’s what were here for, to help the students!” “Good,” he said, “then it’s settled, let’s get together tonight at your place to go over the parts I’m having trouble with, okay!?!” The meeting was quickly arranged, and Jason was set to meet Jaime Kurtz that evening in her apartment at eight pm.

“Nice place,” Jason commented, while sitting down in the living room of Jaime Kurtz. It was apparent from the look on her face, that Jaime was more than a little happy that she had such a handsome young man visiting her, and since she was sort of a “plain jane”, she didn’t have much of a social life with the opposite sex, and even if this wasn’t a formal date, she did have Jason Polk in her apartment all to herself! “Now, Jason,” she began, “what seems to be the problem?” “Well, Miss Kurtz,” he replied, “it’s just everything, I just don’t seem to get it!!!” “Please, call me Jaime,” she offered, “let’s find out exactly where you need the most work.” “Okay, Jaime,” he said, while opening up his Econ 1 text book, “why don’t you come over here and we can go over some of this stuff!” Jaime slid onto the couch next to him, and waited until Jason stopped at the chapter on globalization of free trade. Jaime was obviously in her element, because for the next five minutes she talked practically non stop about the interaction of governments and business on a world wide scale, while Jason, of course was paying absolutely no attention to any of her gobble-d-gook, and instead during one of her more boring moments, let his arm casually drape around the instructor’s shoulder. She didn’t seem to even notice, but Jason figured it was now or never, so he turned to face her, and shut her up with a hard full kiss on the lip, and while she was momentarily stunned, she quickly warmed to the occasion and returned the kiss with her full passion! He pulled away, looked her in the eyes, and lied, “I’ve been thinking about doing that since your first lecture at the beginning of the semester!” “Really,” she asked, “you should have said something a long time ago,” as she then kissed him again, but this time even more passionately! As they kissed, Jason let his hand roam all over Jaime’s breasts, kneading and cupping the big fat udders, making her moan as he tugged on her now distended nipples. “Let’s get out of these clothes,” Jason ordered, and without waiting for an answer, stood up and shed all of this clothing, leaving him standing in front of her totally naked, and with a semi hard erection just inches from her face! He leaned forward just a few inches, allowing the head of his penis rushed against her moist lips. She let her tongue trace a line all over his knob, and it jumped every time her tongue flicked over it, until finally, she opened her mouth and let it slip into her warmth, caressing it like it were a rare piece of china. Her vagina flooded with moisture with the big cock in her mouth, it had been so long since she had done this, and never with a cock as magnificent this!!! Although she was anxious to feel it inside of her pussy, she couldn’t help herself, and soon she had induced a cum flooding orgasm that filled her mouth with the warm sticky goo savoring it and swirling it in her mouth until finally swallowing it all down, leaving a warm satisfied feeling in her ample belly!

Jason was surprised at the skill that Jaime had shown at sucking cock, he had figured her for a real neophyte, not a expert on oral love making, and although she had a tubby little body, and wasn’t the most attractive girl in the world, he had to admit that that was one of the best blow jobs he had ever had! As she scrambled to get off her clothing, her massive breasts swayed back and forth while her areolas tipped with fat nubs, stood out like mini erections hanging over her soft round belly! Jason for the life of him couldn’t figure it out, but he was getting another erection just looking her, and he realized that he probably wanted her as much as she wanted him!!! “How do you want it,” he whispered to her, while he twisted her big nipples between his thumb and forefinger? “From the rear,” she answered fiercely, “I want to feel like I’m really being taken against my will!!!” Jason’s pecker jumped, at the thought of ramming her from the back, and he lined up his cock as she settled on the sofa with her big ass in the air, and her legs wide apart exposing her bulging vagina. Jaime’s fur ran all the way to her ass hole and her slit contrasted a bright pink surrounded by the dark brown bush. Jason let the head of his cock just slip inside of her cunt, and when he was ready, he lunged forward, burying his pecker all the way into her tight vagina, inducing a blinding orgasm on the first plunge, her cunt totally unprepared for the vicious assault the hard thick penis was perpetrating on it! In the next two or three minutes, Jaime had at least three stunning climaxes, with perhaps two or three smaller, if no less satisfying cums! On Jaime’s last orgasm, Jason roared out loud as his own climax tore through his loins and exited his penis into her steaming cunt, causing them to collapse together in a heap of sweat, fat, and cum on the over stuffed sofa!!!

Jason idly played with Jaime’s nipples and said, “I hope that you can help me with my Econ, ‘cuz you’re my last hope!” With a knowing look she answered, “I don’t think you’ll have any trouble, but it’s going to take a lot more private sessions to make sure you know the material!” “Do you think you’ll have time for me,” he said half mockingly?!? She smirked a little, leaned over and kissed his pecker, and replied, “I’ll make time!!!”