• ‘Till I Cry And My Ass Is Red
• ‘Til Ya Use Me Up

I arrived a little late for the fashion show. I was hesitant about it all day, I just didn’t want to go. My “sort of girlfriend”, Sherry, had tickets, but she was a dresser for the show, and I was to sit alone for most of the night. The supper was at 6:30 and I got off my shift at the Fire Department at 5:30, and had to go home and change. At 5:00 we got a call, and I ended up throwing a burning couch off the 10th floor balcony, and helping clear the smoke from the upper floors of an apartment building. Our relief crew arrived in a van at 5:45 and I went home reeking of smoke. Normally I’d have a shower, sit in the sauna and open up my pores to let the rest of the smoke out of my system, and then another shower and whirlpool in my apartment building’s gym. But I had no time for that, and I peeled off my smoky clothing and stepped in the shower to wash my hair and rinse off some of the smokey smell. My shoulders were sore, the breathing apparatus I was wearing coupled with pulling hose up the stairwell, and dragging the couch to the balcony and throwing it off were the equivalent of 2 or 3 heavy workouts. My biceps were swollen, and I realized I’d have to pick my shirt carefully, some of them didn’t fit when I’d had a heavy workout. I washed my short military style hair, the suds cascading down my hairless muscular chest. My lack of body hair was a subject of a lot of teasing at work, I just had a bit on my legs and arms, there were 2 little blond chest heirs somewhere, but you had to search for them. They all said I shaved my chest but I didn’t need any razor running over my pecs.

I stepped out of the shower and towelled off, looking in the mirror, happy to see my rippling stomach muscles hadn’t given into the beer and pizza we had at our recent shift party. Sherry had wanted to go to that party but it was supposed to be stag, and if they guys got a look at those tits of hers, I’d be wondering who else on my squad she was fucking. Sherry lacked elastic in her panties you see, she dropped them at will. As we were both single I shrugged this off, but she tried to lie about it and that pissed me off.

I donned a yellow stretch T-shirt, tan slacks, and a blue blazer that matched my eyes. My wet hair was short, curly and blond and the tan I had set off the yellow shirt nicely. I’d shaved and put on some new expensive cologne that Sherry gave me and called a taxi.

Once I arrived I realized I was late. Sherry was in a bad mood, and sniffed the air.

“Yuck, you smell like a dirty fire!” she exclaimed.

“Sorry, we got a call just near shift change and it gets into your pores,” I explained, and sat down.

There were only women at our table and I could see them sizing me up.

“Well I don’t need desert, you can introduce yourself,” she said petulantly, and got up and took off.

I helped myself to a plate of roast beef and potatoes, eating like it was my last meal while the women queried me about my job as a firefighter, and our relationship.

Sitting beside me on the other side was a stunning dark haired beauty named Julie. Julie had incredible lips, the kind you fantasize about having around your cock or sucking on while making out. She seemed self-assured and at one point asked if I’d tell them if Sherri’s boobs were real or fake. Now I knew they were fake, in fact I didn’t really like them all that much, but they looked awesome and she knew it, flaunting them in tight -shirts and dresses.

“What makes you think I’ve seen more of them than you?” I asked the women at the table. Julie raised her eyebrows.

“If she hasn’t shown them to you she’s stupid,” Julie replied, “I bet not one of us at this table would say no if you asked to see ours!”

I was taken aback at that, but music started and the first models started to come on stage. We were at the front and the second woman came down the runway past our table and twirled around. From where we sat I could see she wasn’t wearing any underwear, and that her pussy was shaved. Julie leaned towards me.

“Isn’t that hot?” she whispered, putting her hand on my leg. I tensed my quad, knowing it would feel like a rock, and looked at her.

“I’d love to do that,” she said, “and I’d like it even more if I knew you could see up my dress.”

I looked her in the eyes, they were smouldering like that burning couch. While the show continued Julie touched her leg, the hand running from her ankle to her upper thigh, and once when she was sure I was watching, she pulled the hem of her skirt way up, gave me a dirty little grin.

After the fashion show we got some drinks and went over to a stand up bar, Julie and her boss Karen. Karen had some drama thing going on, and was staying with Julie, her ex-boyfriend was stalking her and cops were involved. The two of them worked at a women’s fashion store downtown, and they made small talk about that. Karen had the most amazing breasts, and was short with a tiny waist. I bet my hand could span Karen’s waist, with ample curves above and below it making her figure have that classic hourglass look. Although both wore heels Julie was a head taller than her boss. They met some other people they knew from ‘The Industry,’ and introduced me to them as their new firefighter buddy.

There was a call for everyone to go back to their tables and as we sat down Sherry came back to the table, and grabbed my hand. Julie looked over and now she seemed pissed off. After the awards were given out, I felt a hand go into my sports jacket pocket. I looked at Julie and she winked at me. Curious I went to the men’s room and found her card in my pocket. On the back she had written..

If I say I won’t suck your hard firefighter cock will you spank me?

I couldn’t believe my eyes. This hot, woman, with great legs, nice rack, and smokey eyes was either fooling with me, or wanted something I’d never experienced.

I washed my hands and went back to the table. Sherry was at the bar and Julie leaned over and whispered in my ear,

“I won’t suck your hot firefighter cock , what will you do about it?”

The music was loud again and blood pounded in my ears at the thought of spanking this beautiful woman. I swallowed or gulped, as she put her ear near my lips.

“Spank you I suppose”, I whispered, my lips brushing her earlobe.

“Well I’m not sucking it “, she said, fire in her eyes.

I looked around and noticed her boss was watching us, eyes wide open. I wondered if they had talked about this.

Sherry came back and took my hand again. The music had stopped and people started to leave. Sherry looked at Julie and said,

“Too bad I’m the only one with a date, as soon as he cleans up I’m going to get lucky.” I think they death stared each other.

We left the convention hall and returned to Sharon’s townhouse, and I took another shower while she lay on the bed. When I got into bed Sharon was sound asleep, and from the way she’d been acting I knew better than to bother her. I fell asleep with a massive erection , and woke up with another, but to no avail.

I hurried to work, and several days passed until I found Julie’s card. I’d thought a lot about that, but wasn’t really sure about what to do. I fingered the card I’d retrieved from my locker. It had both a home and work phone number, and both were underlined. I took the card to the firefighter’s private phone booth, and called her home. No answer. Then I tried the work number.

“Amber Fashions, Karen North speaking.”

I hesitated, then said,

“Hey Karen it’s Jack, the firefighter from the fashion show, how are you?”

“Ok,” she replied, “but Julie has been pissed at you for not calling though.”

“Well I’ve just been busy, but this is the last day of the shift, and I have 4 days off starting at 5:30 tonight” I explained, “so I thought I’d call and see what she was up to.”

“She’s in the window setting up a display,” Karen said, “I’ll get her.”

A minute or so passed and Julie came on the phone, a little breathless.

“Hi Jack, where have you been?” she asked, “I’ve been a bad girl, thinking lots of bad things, and need you to straighten me out.”

I think the other guys could hear me gulp.

“You know what happens to bad girls don’t you?” she asked.

“They go to their rooms?” I teased.

“Yes she said, and then their daddy comes in to the room and takes off her panties and spanks her”, she said. “Spanks her hard enough her ass is red, and keeps on until she starts to cry and begs him to stop, but he doesn’t stop right away, she has to beg.”

“Really,” I said, “and what have you done to make you think you are bad?” I asked her.

“I think about having dirty sex with firefighters, letting them do things, anything..and I let people see my tits, and pussy, I’m just a slut, so I need punishment.”

“Well I don’t know” I said, “what do we do next?”

“Do you have a car?” she asked.

“Sure I replied, I just bought a new one.”

“Come and pick us up at the store at 6 and don’t be late.”

I agreed, and realized I had a hard-on. The next few hours seemed to take forever. I took a chance and jumped in the shower in my quarters just before shift change, even though we might get a run and I’d have to go sopping wet. We had to wear our uniforms to and from work, and if I was going to be on-time I couldn’t go home and change.

Arriving at the store, I put my uniform cap on, if you were seen without it was a half day’s pay penalty. The lights in the store were out, and I saw Karen standing in the doorway. She opened the door for me, and as I came in Karen said,

“Julie’s with the mannequins, I’m going to the office just wait here.”

I stood in the light coming in through the plate glass windows. The in the window the mannequins had some plastic type bag over them which said ‘Spring Sale’. Along the wall were a dozen more with nothing on. I looked around and thought I saw something move. One of them had red high heels, and I noticed it was the only one with nipples. Then I saw a grin, and realized it was Julie, naked except for high heels. She was standing next to the window, anyone who looked carefully could have seen her. She looked so hot, narrow waist, ample hips, legs, red fingers laid against the white of her skin. It was obvious she was cold or turned on because her nipples were rock hard. She tried not to smile, and couldn’t do it. Her dark hair framed her face and the smirk was sexy.

“I’m a bad girl she said, and I won’t suck your cock and even if most women find that uniform sexy I don’t, what do you think about that?”

She stood stalk still, nervously glancing at people passing in the street. If you looked hard enough I suppose you might see her but if she moved it would be a dead give away.

“You might just get spanked”, I replied, realizing I was getting hoarse and turned on.

“Fuck you“, she said and reached for her coat. It was a 3/4 length coat and she put it on over her glorious naked body. She belted it, but didn’t do up any of the buttons, her cleavage showing at the top and long legs at the bottom.

“Shit,” she exclaimed, “my lips are dry.” She took a finger, put it in her pussy and lubricated her lips with the wetness that oozed from her swollen labia, running her tongue over her red lips to remove the milky white pussy juice.

“Karen, we’re ready” she yelled. Karen came out of the office in her coat carrying a purse and Julie’s purse and we locked the doors.

“Lets stop and get a pizza and some beer and go back to our apartment,” Julie suggested as we got into my car.

She sat beside me, pulling the coat open so I could see those long smooth tanned legs, and as I watched she put one leg up on the dashboard. I was worried I’d have an accident. She leaned over and nibbled my ear,

“I promise to be bad”, she whispered, her voice husky.

Karen protested that Julie was embarrassing her, and the two of them nattered on about how we would have supper and then Karen would go to the mall across the street from their apartment until it closed at 9 p.m. I took this as a signal of sorts, we had until 9 and then she’d be back. I tried to convince her in a round about way she didn’t have to go out, she worked in retail and was probably looking forward to putting her feet up. She quickly quashed my threesome fantasy by letting me know that she wasn’t sitting around watching Julie and I make ‘google eyes’ at each other all night.

“Karen just thinks the spanking part is weird” Julie said turning to look at her.

“I think you’re nuts” Karen said.

“Karen hasn’t had sex for 3 months unless she masturbates when she’s sleeping on the couch and I didn’t catch her” Julie said.

“Fuck you” Karen exclaimed, “it’s not the same.”

“The same as what?” Julie asked.

“Having sex you moron” Karen taunted.

“Well, I can tell you that I can almost do as good a job on my clit with my fingers as anyone could do with their mouth” Julie shot back.

“Forget it” Karen said as I parked at the pizza store.

Julie got out, and loosened her coat. She walked to the pizza joint her leg opening the coat all the way up so that you could almost see pussy every time she took a step. She went in and the clerk took her order. She turned her back to him and looked through the big window at me and pulled the top open.

“Fuck she embarrasses me,” Karen exclaimed.

“Is she always like this?” I asked.

“She’s totally unpredictable”, Karen said. “I never know what to expect anymore.”

Karen turned the conversation into questions about my job, the hours, the fires and calls we attended, and it wasn’t long before Julie came back with a bag and a pizza box. The pizza smelled awesome. Julie pulled a beer out of the bag and it was wet with condensation. I was just turning onto the street from the parking lot when I saw her open the top of her coat an shake a drop of cold water on her nipple.

“Jesus,” Karen said, “you are a weirdo.”

Julie laughed and I almost went over the curb.

“Tell John what you made the stock-boy do last week” Karen said to Julie.

“Hey John,” Julie said, “we have this guy working in the store, he’s a high school football player, and about 17, so he’s always so shy and hesitant to touch anything like panties or bras, so Karen and I notice he as a hard on, and neither of us have ever seen a black cock, so after we close the store and getting ready to lock up I asked him if he was embarrassed to touch womens’ panties and we were teasing him. So I’m watching his cock get harder and harder and I ask him if he’d like to wrap a nice pair of silky panties around his cock and jerk off with them, and he’s trying to leave but I’ve got his punch card and I tell him head office won’t mind paying him an extra hour if he pulls out his cock. Karen and I are between him and the door, and I tell him he can’t go until we see it. Karen tried to tell him we were fooling but I said no way. Then I took of my panties, slowly sliding them down my legs, holding my dress up with one hand so he can see my cunt, and I take them off and hold them out. Now his cock looks like it’s leaking. I tell him if he doesn’t pull it out I’m going to do it, so he unzips his pants, then I tell him to turn around. There was a full length mirror there and he fishes this huge cock out of his pants and it’s pointing at the mirror. So I hang my panties on his cock and he explodes, cum hits them, the mirror, fuck it’s shooting up and running down the glass. So I dip a finger in it, taste it, and tell him when he’s 18 maybe I’ll suck that, it’s tasty. Then I grab him by the shoulders and start to push him out the door while his dick is sticking out.

“You didn’t tell him how hard you were laughing at the poor bastard.” Karen said.

Julie looked at Karen and said, “We should have fucked him.”

We were almost at Julie’s building and I was shocked at how graphic the two of them were. They talked about sex like most people talk about having lunch. I pulled into the apartment’s parking lot and Julie crumpled the beer can.

“Let’s eat, then fuck” she said. I looked at Julie. Her coat was open all the way down to her waist. She was turned towards me, and I could see her smooth silky skin the pink around her nipples, and 2 hard nipples that looked ready to poke out an eye. The coat was open below the waist too, her one long leg was sort of folded on the seat, and her summer tanned leg ended with a red high heel sandal, the red toenails peeking out the end. Her pussy was trimmed and the short black hair was a shocking contrast to the white untanned skin where her bikini covered her mound. Her breasts were almost all tanned, only a small amount of strap line and top was visible. Her eyes were like liquid pools of some bubbling chemical, full of mischief and desire. The ample lips parted and she moistened them with the tip of her pink tongue. Karen opened the door, Julie had passed the pizza box to the back and as soon as Karen closed the door Julie parted her pussy lips.

“Want some of this Jack?” she queried.

My cock ached, constricted by my clothing, but the bulge was obvious. Julie leaned forward and with a short red tipped index finger touched the head of my bulge, just a bit, making a little circle while looking in my eyes.

“Nice cock, Jack maybe it can come out to play.” Julie said.

She turned and opened the door.

“I always get an elevator kiss when I can Jack” she said, “but so far Karen won’t let me kiss her.”

to be continued……………………..

• ‘Tis Better to Give AND Receive
• ‘Til Ya Use Me Up

Kathy wasn’t the most beautiful girl Michael had ever seen, but she was magnetic somehow. She was six feet tall and big boned, but she had silky blond hair that reached her waist, a forty four double D bust and the most penetrating blue eyes he had ever seen. And she had a way of looking at him with those eyes that made little shocks of wanting go off in his balls. He wanted to make a move on her, but she not only made his balls tingle she made his tongue tangle.

“I’m telling you Michael, she wants you,” his friend Dave told him as they stood by the water cooler looking at her.

“Yeah yeah, so you say. But if I try to hit on her she’ll shoot me down just like she has every other guy up here.” And it was true. They all worked in a huge open office with perhaps a hundred people in it and, one time and another, every guy in the place had hit on Kathy. She would generally look down on the guy, smile sweetly and lift her eyebrow as though she were about to ask a question before saying something like “not on a bet.” Then she would laugh that silvery cruel little chuckle and turn back to what ever she was doing.

“Yeah but look at her, man! I mean daaammn! She could be a hell of a lot uglier and still be worth the shot with those tits!”

“Naw man! Maybe that kinda attitude is why you got shot down.”

“Oh listen to mister sensitive pro-women’s lib.”

“Not woman’s lib! Enlightment. Haven’t you heard that women hate it when guys look at their tits instead of into their eyes? Besides, as much as I like tits, her eyes give me a hard-on everytime.”

Dave shook his head. “Michael, you are one weird dude.”

Michael shrugged and headed back to his desk.

An hour later he heard a throat clear and looked up to see Kathy standing in front of him. His eyes went from her luscious, heavy tits up to her lovely face and killer eyes.

She held out a file folder toward him. “This landed on my desk,” she said, “but it belongs to you.” She leaned forward across the desk and laid the file in front of him, giving him a heart stopping view down her white silk blouse. Her breasts were held up and together by an industrial strength bra, but the cleveage was still breath taking. Her tits were smooth and peach colored with none of the stretch marks so many large breasted women get.

Once more he looked from her tits up to her face. She was smiling with just a hint of impishness. Her eye corners crinkled and the blue of her eyes crackled like static electricity.

Suddenly the little explosions in his crotch sent a shock up to his throat and he said, “Would you have a drink with me Kathy?” It wasn’t like he had set out to hit on her, it just happened. His mouth and his balls was leading lives of their own.

Her smile grew wider and Michael expected to hear that silvery laugh, but she said, “Mahoney’s at six?”

Mahoney’s was a bar near the office. Michael’s mouth fell open and he could barely close it to say, “That’ll be good,” before it fell open again.

Kathy’s smile grew wider and more impish before she turned and went back to her desk.

Michael shook his head and glanced at Dave who was shaking his head in response. “I told you so,” Dave mouthed.

Michael sat at one of the small tables sipping a Crown and soda and looking at the door. Kathy was late and he was beginning to think the whole thing was a joke, but as he was about to give it up and go, the door opened and there she was. Once more his mouth dropped open. She had gone home to change. She was now wearing a strapless floor length black velvet dress that showed off all of her assets. At the office he had thought of her as “heavy” or “big boned” but looking at her now he knew that she was neither of those. She was more like a larger than life Edwardian sculpture. Her luscious decolatage showed above the shelves of her strapless bra and two silver cords came down from the center. They swept beneath her breasts and down so that they went round her back and then went down to circle her waist and tie at the left side, giving her the classic Mae West hour glass shape. Her blond hair was brushed out long down her back with the right side caught up in a shining silver clip.

Michael stood up and Kathy’s eyes connected with his. She came down to the little table. Her smile still had some of that impish quality she had showed in the office.

“A little over dressed for a simple drink aren’t you?” Michael said.

Kathy’s smile widened and the sparks came into her eyes as she turned around to let him see the whole package. It made his breath catch and his cock start crying to get out of his Jockey shorts.

“Wow!” He said. “You are drop dead gorgeous in that dress kid!” He pulled out her chair and asked, “What would you like to drink?”

Without making any move to sit she said, “Have you had a drink?”

“Yes. What would you like?”

“I would like you to come with me.”

“Where too?”

“An engagement party.”

“An engag. . . Hey we haven’t even had a drink yet! I think engagement is rushing things just a little.”

She laughed and it was silvery, but without the cruelty, then she turned serious. “It’s my step-sister’s engagement. She’s . . .” Kathy shrugged her silky shoulders which caused her tits to give a little quiver, but Michael didn’t notice. He was looking into her eyes.

“Wicked step-sister?” he said.

She shrugged again.

Michael looked down at himself. He was in a gray business suit and tie, but not nearly as formally dressed as Kathy. “I doubt if I can get a tux before tomorrow,” he said.

“You look wonderful and just having you at this thing as my date will make Serena turn purple.”

“Didn’t know I was that good a catch,” he said grinning. She tilted her head and gave him a don’t be so sure look.

“OK, what the hell?” he said and stepped closer to her. “I’ll be prince charming to tweak your wicked step-sister.”

“Wonderful,” she said and turned, but as she turned her hand brushed the zipper of his pants, catching a feel of the lump straining to get loose. “My my,” she said.

Kathy introduced Michael to her step-sister and the groom-to-be. “Serena, Robert, this is Michael—my friend.” Somehow she made that sound like a taunt. “We work together,” she went on.

Serena was skinny, plain, and dried up looking to Michael— as though she had spent too much time in the sun; and the softly frothy cream color gown only seemed to point up her plainness. Her groom-to-be was a tall wide shouldered conventionally handsome guy with a “gigilo” mustache that reminded Michael of Gilbert Roland. The bride and groom didn’t really seem to fit together. Serena put out her hand for Michael to shake. “I didn’t realize Kathleen had a boy friend,” she said.

Michael glanced at Kathy, looking for clues, but he got none. “I’m just a friend really, not a ‘boyfriend.’”

“He’s my fuck-buddy, Serena,” Kathy said.

Michael was glad he didn’t have a drink in his hand, because he was sure he would have dropped it. The groom-to-be looked as though Kathy had kicked him in the nuts.

“We just play. No commitment. Not like you and Robert,” Kathy continued.

“There’s much to be said for commitment of course, but it is so – binding. I mean, once you make a commitment I always felt that it meant exclusivity. Having a fuck-buddy is much easier.” Serena looked as though she were going to leap at her step sister and scratch her eyes out, and was only restrained by the fact that every eye in the place was focused on them.

Music started. The frozen clash of eyes between Kathy and her step-sister continued for a moment before Kathy smiled and turned to Michael. “I love this song,” she said. “Let’s dance Michael.”

“Good idea,” Michael answered. He put his arm around her and turned her away from Serena and Robert. When they had taken a few steps he said, “You’re gonna have to tell me what that was all about someday. Meanwhile I’m gonna hold you to that ‘Fuck-buddy’ thing.”

“Definitely my friend,” she answered with a grin so wickedly warm Michael felt it all the way into his shoes.

They danced all the fast numbers and then the music slowed. Michael pulled Kathy as tight to him as though they were sleeping together. He slid a hand down to brush her bottom then brought it back up to her waist.

“It’s OK. I want you to do that,” she said. “I want you to make every man in here jealous.”

“What am I, bait?”

She brought her hips tighter against him so that her thigh brushed between his legs. “You are my fuck-buddy. The man who is going to go home with me tonight,” she said.

Now it was his turn to say “My, my.” He let his hand drift down to her bottom again and squeezed the resilient flesh. “OK, now tell me what is going on here.”

She looked into his eyes and he noticed that they were almost eye to eye. “Robert was my fiance once upon a time.”

“He chose her over you? The man is obviously an idiot.”

“He found out that the money belonged to Serena’s mother not my father. Then I caught them together,” she chortled.

“Ah,” Michael said. “Sounds like you dodged a bullet.”

She nodded. “It wasn’t funny at the time, but as I think back, there was Robert on his knees with skinny old Serena laying on the edge of the bed knees up while he licked her. When I came in it surprised them so much that Serena sat up and squeezed a fart out right into Robert’s face.”

Michael barked out a loud laugh and Kathy laughed with him. It brought every eye in the room to look at them.

“And I take it,”Michael began, “That everybody here knows what happened?”

“Pretty much. But there are just four of us who know about the fart,” they broke into laughter again.

Michael carressed her bottom again and his fingers went into the valley between her buttocks. She must be wearing a thong, he thought.

She turned her face up to him and smiled. “You are thinking I have a thong on, aren’t you? Well you’re wrong. I don’t have any panties on at all.”

Michael swallowed—hard.

She offered her mouth, sweet and soft and wet, to be kissed and he kissed it. Her tongue slid out and teased its way into his mouth. It made his knees go a little wobbly and his cock get a little less wobbly. Michael pulled the hand that was holding her hand in close so that it touched the side of her breast, and when he did Kathy’s breath shortened perceptably. He pulled his hand in closer so that it was really between them and, with an extended finger began to pet between her breasts.

Kathy’s breath began to shorten to small gusts expelled each time Michael’s finger stroked. She looked up and directly into his eyes. “I like that,” she murmured. “A lot of women with big tits are supposed to be less sensative. Not me. I can cum just having my nipples licked.”

“I could cum just hearing you say that,” he said, and continued to stroke up and down in the valley between her warm silky tits.

It didn’t take long for every male eye in the place to catch on to what was happening and between kisses and carresses Michael saw that he was the envy of every man at the party. They all wanted Kathy, and he had her. “If you meant to upstage your step-sister I think you’ve done it,” he said. “Every guy in the joint has a hard on for you.”

“That used to matter,” she said, her voice shakey. “Now all I want is to have your mouth where your finger is.”

“Then I think we better get out of here,” he said.

In the taxi Kathy gave her address and when she leaned back Michael instantly leaned in to kiss her again. He began trailing kisses from her mouth down her chin, onto her throat, and to her breasts. He kissed down to where his finger had been stroking and ran his tongue up and down the cleavage. Kathy whimpered softly and stroked his hair.

Michael brought his finger up and began stroking and flicking her nipples that were now showing through the gown. Round and round the aerole through the velvet of the gown, flicking her hardened nipple every so often.

“Oh Michael,” she whimpered breathily. “You’re going to make me wet my dress doing that.”

He raised his head and nibbled on her ear whispering “You want me to stop?”

“No,” she said with a laugh and a moan mixed in her voice. She put her hand on his leg, searching for his cock. It wasn’t hard to find. She squeezed it and stroked it a little.

“Keep that up and you’re gonna make me wet my pants,” he whispered with a small laugh.

“You want me to stop?”

“No. Definitely not.”

The taxi pulled up in front of Kathy’s building. Michael flung a handful of bills over the seat and said “Keep the change.”

The cabbie said, “Thanks man,” but they didn’t hear him.

In the elevator Michael pushed her against the side and fished the skirt of her dress up high enough to discover that she really wasn’t wearing any panties, and to discover that the insides of her thighs were slick with girl honey. He stroked his finger up her pussy slit and the elevator doors opened for their floor.

Barely in the door they began flinging off clothes only stopping long enough to take in each other’s nakedness. Kathy reached out and took Michael’s cock in her hand, then went to her knees on the carpet. She began licking a circle around the swollen magenta head. Michael groaned. She took the whole thing into her mouth and began the slow head bob stroke that would have brought Michael to the point of no return in a moment, but just as he reached that instant she stopped and lay down on her back.

“Here Michael,” she said and ran her finger up and down between her breasts. She put her hands on each side of her heavy tits and pushed them up to close the valley between them to a tight fissure. “I want you to fuck my tits Michael.”

“Oh yeah,” he said and stepped up so that he had one foot on each side of Kathy, then he knelt down. His cock was throbbing and swaying in time with his heart beat. It was still wet from Kathy’s mouth and a crystalline drop of pre-cum glimmered at the tip. He put his swollen member between her tits and she pushed the warm soft globes of flesh tight around it. Michael began slowly humping his hips forward and back and at the top of each stroke the head of his cock came out between Kathy’s tits. When it did she would lick at it and laugh greedily. “More,” she said. “More Michael. Cum for me baby. Cum for me. I want to taste it. I want you to cum on my face.”

In only a few strokes Michael felt the tingling clenching of his balls and he began a rhythmic moan – “Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh. . .” as his cock slipped up and down, and then he looked into Kathy’s eyes. It was all he needed.

“Yes baby, yes” Kathy said as a flood of thick pearlescent cum squirted. It hit her chin and ran down her neck as the second spasm hit Michael. More cum shot and this time Kathy caught some on her tongue and drew it into her mouth. The third glob landed on her throat and added itself to the rest lying like a pearl necklace around her throat.

All the strength went out of Michael’s legs with the last spasm and he barely managed to move off Kathy’s chest before collapsing oh his back beside her. Kathy turned on her side and molded her body against his side. She put a leg over him and hugged him close in her arms. “That was so good Michael!”

“But you. . .”

“There’s plenty of time for me,” she said and hugged him again. “Thank you for letting me use you at the party like that.”

He turned his head and kissed her. “Like Bill Withers said ‘. . .til ya use me up.’ Kathy,” he breathed. “. . .til ya use me up.”

• ‘Tis Better to Give AND Receive
• ‘Till I Cry And My Ass Is Red

• ‘Tis Better to Give AND Receive
• ‘Till I Cry And My Ass Is Red

It is late one evening and your cell phone rings. When you look at the caller ID, you see that it is me. I can hear the smile in your voice as you answer which is such a turn on. “Come over, come around to the back yard, to the pool deck”. Is all I say. You laugh at my directions since domination is not generally my role. “Do you understand the directions?” I say sternly this time. You stop laughing because you can play along with me quite easily.

“Yes, Ma’am” is your reply. You hear the excitement in my voice as I stress that I expect you to get here quickly and be sure you do as you were told. You wonder what I am up to but enjoy the mystery, feeling your cock harden as you begin to imagine what will be waiting for you. My imagination never ceases to amaze you and since we are on the same wave length and luckily enough, you have the same affect on me.

At my place, I prepare for your arrival. I know that I have some time before you get here so I carefully get ready for you.

I take a nice bubble bath with sweet smelling fragrance in the tub. I shave my legs and my pussy to be nice and smooth for you, getting quite turned on as my fingers run across my body. I primp and prepare for a little while and then realize that you will be here anytime now. I gather some towels and my Pyrex dildo and head out to the pool deck. I lay a towel out on the deck, lay my naked body on it and position myself such that you will see me when you come in the door.

Just a few minutes pass before I see your headlights and feel my entire body get excited at the fact that you are there. You follow the directions I gave you as I hear the gate open and hear the grass moving below your feet. I can barely see you as you open the screen door and start to enter the deck. I see you scanning the area to see what is there waiting for you. “Stop” I say and you turn to the direction that my voice came from. I see a smile spread across your face as you see me naked on a towel, fucking my pussy with that dildo very slowly. You can see the moonlight glisten in the toy that is covered with wet. “Stand there and watch me, without taking another step. Do you understand?” You do as I say and watch me as well as you can in the darkness. I am close enough to see yet far enough away that you have to strain a little to see the detail that you are so in tuned to. You can hear me moan and can hear the sound of my wet pussy accepting the toy in and out, over and over. You can see my hard nipples and see my hand start to move faster and faster.

My head is thrown back, knowing that you want to touch me so badly that it is killing you. I enjoy teasing you and making you just sit and watch, from a far. I hear a rustling and put my head up to look at you. I see that you are rubbing your cock through your shorts. “Oh yes” I purr. “Come closer to me and stroke your cock while you watch.” You smile and move over to me, standing above me near my head. I can look up and see your cock in your hand with the look of satisfaction on your face above that. You start by slowly stroking your cock and I see your eyes never moving from my body. I can see the veins in your nice hard cock and want to taste it so badly I can barely stand it.

“Kneel down here now” I tell you. I see a smirk on your face as you do so and almost laugh out loud. I know you are doing your best to play along and be obedient. What you really want to do is crack my ass with your hand and I know this. You kneel down and I lean up to slide your extremely hard cock in my mouth. Somehow, it gets harder between my lips and I purr again. Oh how I love that hard cock in my mouth. “Take the toy and fuck me” I demand and even though it was a demand, I melt at your touch, practically cumming instantaneously.

I slide your cock deep in my mouth and you can tell how much it is I want this. I practically beg your cock to cum without ever saying a word. I use my tongue, my mouth and my hand rubbing it and increase the intensity with every stroke. Just as I think you are going to cum, however, you move. I start to protest and tell you what I want you to do when you move down and start to lick my pussy. What a great idea, I think and I let you take me. Your talented tongue finds all those places on my pussy that drive me crazy. It is wet and sweet and repeatedly throbs against your tongue.

When you slide your finger in my pussy as you lick me, I explode and fuck your face like crazy. “Fuck me, now” I say. You momentarily look up at me and I finish off my demand with a “Please”. You were going to make me wait, but the please I added made you want to give me what I asked for. You leave me laying on my back and move over me, first kissing me deep with my nice wet pussy all over your face.

“You taste wonderful, don’t you?” you ask me. I just purr in response, enjoying the feel of your strong body over me. I feel your cock pressing right against my pussy but you are pulling back so it doesn’t slide in just yet. I want you so badly that I try to move so it will and you take control back. This only makes me wetter and want you more. You slowly slide your nice hard cock into me and feel me sigh with relief. Slow, long, deep strokes as I try to fuck you back and speed up the intensity. You pull your body back and look down to watch your cock slide in with each stroke. I am watching your face and enjoying the look of desire on it.

I run my hands across your chest and down to where your cock is. I wrap my hand around it, stroking it as you fuck me. You speed up your strokes out of instinct, it feels too good not to. My legs are as wide open as possible, welcoming your cock in. I use my other hand to pinch my nipples and run across my own body as you fuck me. I feel your cock start to cum and you pull it out and cum right across my belly. I sit up slightly in order to watch your cock cum for the first time. I enjoy this view and reach my hand down to rub my pussy as I watch. I am amazed at how wet I am. I take my wet fingers, run them across my belly where your cum is and up to my mouth while you watch me lick them off. I look right in your eyes as I do this.

You grab me and pull me up which surprises me. Before I realize what is happening, I am on my hands and knees. Your still hard cock is pressing up against my soaking wet pussy. In one quick motion, you fuck into me deep, hard and fast. My pussy tightens around you, letting you know just how much I enjoyed that. I feel your hands on my hips as you bang into me over and over again. You feel me start to cum and just as I do, you slide your cock out. It is soaked with my juices. You lean forward and pinch my nipples as I cum and I realize that your wet, hard cock is pressing against my ass.

I am so turned on that I want it now and I beg you to fuck my ass. You feel me press back against you and press your hips forward letting me have what I desire. Your cock feels so nice in my hot, tight ass. You can feel my nipples harden as your cock goes in deeper and deeper. I press my ass back up against you, letting you know that I want it all. I am so turned on that I just want an ass fucking. I feel your hands go back to my hips as you begin to impale your cock deep into my ass. I start to cum and you resist, slowing down just a little bit to extend the orgasm. “Oh cum in my ass” I tell you and you wonder how many neighbors are now watching us on the pool deck. This thought leaves your mind as quickly as it entered as you feel me start to cum again.

It turns you on that I cum when you fuck me in the ass. You are doing your best to hold off on your own orgasm but me asking for you to cum in my ass it not helping your control. “Fill me up, baby. Cum in my ass.” I keep telling you and you decide to let it go. I feel your hands grip on my hips tighter as you begin to fuck me even harder. I start to cum and you feel my body tighten around you as I do so. That is all it takes and you start to cum. As you do so, I tell you that I can feel it which turns you on even more. “Yes, baby, I can feel you cumming” I say and “Please don’t stop”, which sets me off another time.

We both finally stop moving and realize that we are still on the pool deck out in the open. It is dark but that doesn’t mean that we are in a private place. We hear a sliding door open, and then close wondering who was watching us. I have a very sexy Latin neighbor and I say “ I wonder if Maria has her toys out now”. You lean over me and kiss my neck, letting me know that you enjoyed that imagine in my naughty little mind. “Would you like to come inside?” I ask you finally. You get up, help me up and pick up the towel and toy. You pull me close to you, making me feel safe in your arms. You look at me and smile which gets a puzzled look on my face. Finally you answer my question. You simply say, “I think I already did ~~ repeatedly in fact”. I smile and follow you as you take my hand, lead me inside and snuggle up next to me on the bed. A few minutes naked next to one another and we will be at it again. I can’t wait!!

C K & L

• ‘Tis Better to Give AND Receive
• ‘Till I Cry And My Ass Is Red

The leather of the couch was cool against my skin—not cold, as it would normally feel in late December. Of course, the fact that a gorgeous girl had her lips wrapped around my cock, applying suction I had never felt from the twelve other mouths that had given me blowjobs over my years, had a little something to do with my body temperature.

Amanda had come over to visit upon my invitation. The words had come out of my mouth as an innocent request, just a pleasant holiday visit filled with good tidings. But there were ulterior motives in my mind. And Amanda knew it. Our actions at work over the last year indicated what might—and probably would—happen if the two of us were ever alone in the same room together.

Over Christmas, the factory was closed for five days. I knew from conversation that Amanda had no plans for the first three days of our vacation, so I picked up the phone and played cool as best I could, all the while my heart pounding and cold perspiration running down my sides. Amanda said she would come over without any hesitation, and I knew I was in.

Almost as soon as she stepped through my door that night, we were minus our clothing. First, she dispensed with the pleasantries, and then dropped her coat on the kitchen floor. She wore a tight red sweater that looked quite warm. Her breasts pushed the sweater out, straining the buttons. Amanda unbuttoned her sweater, exposing a green bra holding back her heavy affections. She was certainly dressed in the spirit of the season.

My cock ached behind my jeans, instinctively surging towards Amanda. I ran my fingers through her wavy red hair and pulled her sweater off her shoulders. I ran my tongue up her neck, tasting her pale skin. We stayed embraced as we worked our way to the couch, mouths connected, tongues probing. She pushed me down onto the couch and told me to unbutton my jeans. I complied, pushed my boxers and my jeans to my knees. My cock sprang up and swayed almost comically before Amanda took it with a hand.

Amanda knelt and pulled my jeans to the floor. She looked me in the eye as she began to jerk me off. She stared at me until I was ready to beg her to put my cock in her mouth. Then she did put it in her mouth, and I immediately trembled from the sensation. It felt so good that I couldn’t move for a few moments. But I wanted to see those huge breasts free from restrictions. I wanted to see, in the flesh, what I had been stealing glances at whenever I had the chance for the last year.

I leaned forward, Amanda still bobbing over my cock, and concentrated on unfastening her festive bra. I had never had my cock sucked like that, and it made it quite difficult to get the bra off—I had been known to fumble with bras under less distraction. Eventually, I succeeded, and I pulled the bra away. I immediately felt the flesh of her breasts on my legs. I reached under her and took them, squeezed them until I’m sure it must have hurt her. Her nipples were resistant from her arousal.

At one point, when I was close to climax, Amanda stopped and stood. I took in the full beauty of her breasts, large and firm. Her areolas were large and pale. She pushed down her jeans and a pair of matching green panties. Her curves were simply amazing. She let me rub my fingers against her wet, warm pussy, which had obviously been recently shaved. My index finger went in first, and the warmth was enough to heat my whole body, not that I was bothered by any chill or draft in the heat of that moment. My middle finger had not so easy a time entering, and I wondered if I would be able to fit my cock in that space without causing Amanda some great discomfort. The thought turned me on even more.

Amanda returned to her knees and resumed sucking. Within seconds, I exploded in her mouth. I put one hand on the back of her head, a gesture that I wanted her to take all of it—a gesture that was well received by her. It felt like I expelled a gallons worth of semen into her mouth, but not once did she falter, keeping those lips tight around my shaft. After the spurting stopped, she lifted her head and wiped her mouth.

Only once in my life was I able to pull off a double-come before that night, but after that blowjob, my cock still stood at full attention. It was an unexpected surprise and one that I was very thankful for. Now I could fuck Amanda with no awkward delay.

Amanda showed her beautiful smile as she watched my glistening cock surge faithfully, a testament to the effect she was having on me. She straddled me, and the previous intense feeling of her lips on my cock was shoved to the back of my mind as the tip of my cock parting her lips took center stage. Just as I had thought, she looked uncomfortable, making sounds accordingly as she struggled down my pulsing shaft, constricting it with her tight pussy. Even as wet as she was, it was still a chore for her.

When our pubic hair was meshed tightly together, she went to work, slowly at first. Then, when she adjusted to my size, she quickened her pace. Her moans were sweet, angelic tones in my ears, the look of her face contorted with pleasure, the most magnificent work of art my eyes had ever seen.

As Amanda worked me towards a second orgasm, I looked past her, into the dark of the office on the other side of the living room. By the illumination of the blinking Christmas tree lights, I could see a face.

My wife had been keeping her distance, watching from out of sight, but now she was almost in the doorway. I could see her breasts, washed in blue light. She was squeezing them, pulled one up to her mouth and licked her nipple while keeping her eyes fixed on the two of us.

As I came again, almost in unison with Amanda, who was gripping the back of the couch with both hands while I had my own hands on both of her buttocks, I was thankful that my wife had one, solitary Christmas wish this year. And that was to watch me with another woman. Specifically, the woman she found out I had been flirting with at work—via a frisky e-mail she had discovered in my inbox.

At first she was mad, then aroused. She played angry for awhile, giving me the silent treatment. Then she came into our bedroom one night, naked and with that look in her eye that told me to prepare to have my brains fucked out. Afterwards, she told me of her wish. She wanted me to lie and tell Amanda that my wife would be out of town visiting family for the holiday. She wanted to watch the two of us fuck, right in front of her. Actually, her words were, “under the fucking tree with a big bow wrapped around both your asses”.

I think we gave her close enough.

In fulfilling my wife’s Christmas wish, she gave me a very large present in return. One that wasn’t on my list, but in the back of my mind.

• ‘Tis Better to Give AND Receive
• ‘Till I Cry And My Ass Is Red

The women went home and broached the concept of the party with their husbands. They all reported at our next weekly meeting that their husbands were on board. I had not expected they wouldn’t be. I knew this gang of men. Not one of them would pass up the chance to try some strange pussy.

On the night of the party, all did not go according to plan because of something none of us had thought of. When it came time to select keys, we learned that several of the men had the same make of cars and almost identical keys. The men simply took their keys off their key rings and tossed them in the bowl without marking them in any way.

That took awhile to straighten out since three men had Honda Accords and there was no way of determining which key belonged to each man. Fortunately, no one lived more than a mile from Cora’s. Only one of them had actually driven there. All three men took the keys and tried them out. Then the guy with the right key drove the other two to their homes to find their cars. They then put the keys back on the key rings and when they returned they put their keys with the key rings in the bowl. This scene was repeated with two men who owned Toyota Camrys; in this case they lived close by and walked together to sort out the keys.

Finally, we were all set. All keys were on key rings. Alphabetically by first name the women took turns picking up keys.

Amy was first up and I was flabbergasted when she drew Tom’s key. It struck me that the odds of her selecting Tom’s key ring were pretty low, but coincidences do happen. She looked chagrined. They have similar personalities, being naiive and outgoing.) I could not tell by the look on Amy’s face if she would go through with this. Tom looked pleased. I imagine he was wondering what it would be like to pork this little dolly with his huge cock.

And so it went. I drew Brenda’s husband, Pete. He is a nice guy whom I had spotted eyeing my body before. He has a lewd sense of humour, almost as outrageous as mine. I’d give him a whirl if he was game. He might give me a good bounce. We would have to use one of Cora’s rooms, because Pete’s mother-law lived with them.

I took note that the third couple possibly lined up for a bedroom was Sylvia and Ben. She still has grown children at home.

Everyone was paired now, and they would have to mingle soon. Before everyone spread out, Cora called for quiet:

“Listen everyone. I know you women have passed on the ground rules to the guys, but just so there are no misunderstandings I am going to repeat them:

A. No man or woman is obligated to remain with their “date” the whole evening.

B. Use the time to get to know each other and decide what you want to do.

My alter ego in the group, Pete, interrupted her, “You mean in the Biblical sense?”

Lots of laughs at that one. Pete is almost as bad as I am at making lousy jokes.

Ignoring Pete, Cora continued:

C. There will be a midnight curfew. Everyone will return at midnight for one final toast to our anniversary couple Amy and Harry.

D. For those who cannot go home to “relax” before midnight my three guest rooms are available. More laughter.

E. Our den is also available with a good stock of videos for those who would prefer to stay here. (Everyone got the hint that this meant those who did not want to fuck.)

“Any questions?” There was nothing else left to say so we all hooked up with our dates.

I was used to Pete’s line of palaver. We traded barbs all the time.

“Mary Beth. You got lucky. Think you can handle me?”

” What makes you think I am ready to drop my drawers for you? What do you have to offer?”

“Hey, Cora,” I yelled so everyone could hear me. “Got a ruler? I want to take some measurements.”

“You can measure me after you take off your blouse to prove you are not wearing falsies,” Pete shot back.

We went back and forth like that until we both ran out of wisecracks. We then talked about who was likely to sleep together.

“Mary Beth, if you want to have some fun later on, let me know soon so I can check with Brenda on what she will be doing.”

“Go ahead and check with her hotshot. I’m willing to give you a chance to be with a real woman.” (He knew I was kidding; Brenda and I are buddies and from what she has told me they probably have a damn good sex life.)

Pete went to find Brenda and I looked for Tony to see how he was making out. He was paired with Karen. I found them talking to two other couples.

Cutting him out of the pack, I asked him for a reading on his situation. “This is not going to work for me, Mary Beth. You know Karen. She is only here because her husband Ben wants some action. I like her personally but I am not attracted to her. I do not want to screw her just because she feels she owes it to Ben. The other two couples don’t feel matched well either. In fact we are having a lot of fun just chatting. We’re all going out to a bar and will return by midnight.”

That left seven couples. I was eager to find out if the two other couples who would have to use a room at cora’s, Amy and Tom, and Sylvia and Ben, would be having sex. It would be exciting to hear them, since all of Cora’s bedrooms were lined up on one side of their upstair’s corridor.

Amy and Tom were a physical mismatch. She is short, of course, but has nice tits and long, chestnut brown hair. Probably weighs in at under 125 pounds. She is pushing 60, but does not look it. He is really a big guy, over 6′ 2″ and broad-framed. Must be well over 250 pounds. He is in his late 50’s and has a full shock of dark hair, which I would bet my husband’s future pension he dyes.

Now Sylvia and Ben were made for each other. Both are in their mid-50’s. Sylvia is a tall woman about 5′9″, a tad shorter than Ben. In her quiet way, she exudes sexual appeal: long, wavy blonde hair, narrow waist and wide hips from bearing several children. Looks like she wears about a 37C bra. She is no prude and takes an interest in women’s sexual problems and issues. Ben is an assertive man. Karen is totally submissive to him. I suspected he manhandled his wife and would be aggressive in bed. He is good-looking and appeals to certain women who like dominant men.

About 8PM, Tony and his group left and the main event was looming. Several of the couples were dancing and getting chummy. Among them was Pete’s wife Brenda who was hitting it off with Sally’s husband Ernie, so as he told me, “He was in like Flynn.”

It was getting hard to keep track of everyone and where they would end up so I just concentrated on those who might be sharing bedrooms near me and Pete.

Eventually, I learned that Tom had done a good job of overcoming Amy’s fears. She was staying. “Hot damn!” I said to myself.

Pete asked me to dance. As he led me to the dance fllor, I asked,” What’s the matter? Do you want to touch the merchandise before using it?”

“Caveat Empto, Mary Beth, Caveat Emptor,” was his quick reply.

Wile we wre dancing, he felt my ass and I thrust my big tits against him. We Frenched off and on, getting used to each other’s bodies and I could feel him getting hard.

Tom and Andy would be using the master suite, so I wanted to stake out our claim on the bedroom next to theirs.

“Listen, Pete, let’s hustle up stairs and get the room next to the master suite. I’ll let you know why as soon as we are in the room.” Pete was hot to trot so he was keen follow my lead.

We were the first couple to openly show we were going to have sex, so as we walked up the stairs, the other couples jeered. Some of them made raunchy remarks.

In response, I lift my skirt and mooned everyone showing my black lace panties. Pete grinned and gave the “V” sign.

In the room, Pete asked, “What are you plotting now, Mary Beth. I know you have something devious on your mind.”

” I am curious as hell about Tom and Amy. I would like to listen to them. It might be a big turn on. Are you game?”

“You really are evil,” Mary Beth, Pete chuckled. “How should we do it?”

“I tell you what. This could be a great way of having sex together. Let’s get butt naked . We’ll stand together with our ears pressed against the wall and listen. You can finger me and play with my tits and I’ll stroke you while we are listening. When we get heated up too much we’ll just go fuck. How about it?”

I unbuttoned my blouse but let him unhook my bra. He admired my big tits –it always pleases me when a man does that. When he saw my hairy pussy, he almost foamed at the mouth. I laughed and asked him to show me his credentials. Not bad at all. Maybe six or seven inches, and thick, which I like. Not much of a body but what could a gal my age expect from a 60-year-old man.

I heard other doors opening and shutting so all three couples were ready to perform. I distinctly heard Amy protest she would undress in the bathroom.

It took a little maneuvering for both of us to press our ears to the wall. It worked best with his standing behind me and my reaching back to stroke him while we fondled my tits and rubbed my cunt.

The action next door was clear as a bell. We heard the bathroom door open and in a low voice Amy said she was ready. “Let me see what I have to deal with,” she asked. “Oh, my God! she cried. Tom, it is so beautiful!

“What the hell is going on here?”I whispered —. I thought she was reluctant to be with him.”

“Don’t you know?” he chuckled. Tom is hung like a horse. Nothing like a big cock to overcome any woman’s resistance.”

“let’s take that towel off sweetie. I want to take a good look at you,” we heard Tom say.

“You have a lovely figure, Amy. I admire petite women with small breasts and long nipples like yours.”

“It sounds like they had not hit the sheets yet, so they must still be standing there; wish I knew what they were doing,” I commented.

We began to hear Amy’s sighs and moans. “Oh, Oh, I love the way you suck them!”

Another pause. A distinct groan from Tom. In a husky voice, Amy said, “It’s only fair, Tom. I want to suck you, too.”

“This is getting good,” Mary Beth,” Pete said. “How about sucking me, too.”

So there we were, Amy was sucking Harry’s cock on one side of the wall and I was on my knees bobbing up and down on the head of Pete’s cock. We both were subdued in talking as we did not want to alert Tom and Amy that we were listening.

The next exchange of voices perked me up .

“Tom, Tom, I want your dick. I want it so bad. Be gentle to me. Please. “

“Sweetie, I am going to make it easy on you. Wrap your arms around my neck. I will lift you up and you can guide me inside you.”

“Holy shit. He is going to fuck her standing up. Wow!” I whispered.

I was so distracted that I let go of Pete’s cock and stood up to get closer to the wall. I was getting horny. I could feel my pussy juices flowing.

“I’m going to lean forward against the wall, Pete. You’re hard enough. Take me from behind. I want you to fuck me doggy style while I am listening to those two fuck.”

I spead my legs and after fingering me a bit to get my juices flowing, Pete entered me.

I could hear Amy responding. “Oh. Oh. Your dick is so big. So big. ” She was gasping and her voice was harsh and strained. “Oh, my Goooood. I have never been stretched sooo much.”

“That’s it Sweetie you are taking it all. Don’t worry I will not drop you.”

“Oh, My Gooood. I got it all in. I didn’t think I could,” I heard her voice tremble.

Tom much have been leaning back against our wall because suddenly the wall began to thump and shake as he lifted her up and down on his cock.

“Tom, Tom. You are so good. I love it!” We heard them kissing and then Tom asked her if she wanted to cum in his arms or move to the bed.

“Don’t stop, Please don’t stop. Fuck me right here, Tom. Fuck me , fuck me, she rpeated.

The thumping against the wall continued even louder and then I heard Amy begin to sob and weap. Ooooooooooooh Tom. Your’re making me cuuuuuuuuuuuuum.” I heard her moan loudly and then make short sounds as she came down from her climax: “Uh uh uh.”

My own partner was going ape shit. He was pumping my pussy so hard that I had to brace myself against the wall, hoping they did not hear us.

“Mary Beth, if you do not cum soon I am going to explode,” Pete grunted.

“The Hell with listening more! Pull out and let me suck you off. I’ll finger myself to get off. I backed him onto the bed and pushed him on it. I then gave him one of my extra special butterfly blow jobs, blowing and tweaking on his cock head until he deposited a thick load of jism in my mouth. I used his orgasm to trigger my own as I franctically rubbed my clit. It wasn’t a great climax but I put on a show for Pete by sighing and moaning.

We both took deep breaths and lay back on the bed to rest and when we heard an unearthly howl. It sounded like someone in extreme pain” “NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO.”

We both jumped up and ran to the wall of the other adjoining bedroom. We had forgotten all about Sylvia and Ben.

“Nooooo. Noooooo. Not my ass. I can’t. I can’t,” screamed Sylvia.

I was really concerned and turned to Pete: “My God, Pete,” I said. “I think he is raping her.”

Pete looked dumbfounded. “Do you think we should intervene?” he asked.

“Your’re goddamn right,” I hissed and I was oabout to start banging on the wall and ordering to Ben to take his hands off of Sylvia, when the tone of what was going on next door changed.

“Your’re going to take it, slut!” Ben shouted.

“OOOOH It hurts, Please. No more, Please. Your’re ripping me apart,” Sylvia sobbed.

“Your’re going to love it slut, Ben shouted. “I am going to fuck your virgin ass until you cum.”.

Sylvia began to weep and sob more raggedly. “You are too deep. I can’t take it.”

“Sure you can. You love it. Admit it,” Ben said emphatically.

We then heard sounds of slaps followed each time by Sylvia’s moans and short yelps: “Uh. Uh. Uh. Uh.”

Obviously he was slapping her ass every time he jammed himself inside her asshole. Her voice now sounded more lusty.

“There you go. Now you are are into it. Right? Right?” Ben grunted. “Tell me slut,” he shouted.

“Yeees,” Sylvia stammered.

“You love it and want me to keep fucking your ass. Tell Me. NOW!”

“Yes,” Sylvia moaned, “I love you to fuck my ass. I really do,” she shrieked.

Sylvia kept moaning and sighing and then she let out a piercing scream rising to a crescendo: “Oooooooooooooooooh,” followed by her gasping for breath and sobbing.

This was followed by Ben’s more subdued orgasm, mainly a long stream of unarticlate sounds.

“See, Sylvia, I told you would love it in the ass,” we heard him say.

Obviously she had enjoyed herself, even if it was reluctantly. I was not interested in more of their conversation. I was getting so hot I could practically see steam coming from my pussy. Pete was stroking himself to a full erection. . “Come on Pete. It’s time to fuck! I leaped to the bed aand lay on my back. I spread my legs and raised them to my chest so I could then wrap my legs around Pete when he put it to me.

He was quick off the mark and before we both knew it we were fucking like sex-starved teenagers. I squeezed my thighs together so my pussy walls would have the maximum friction against Pete’s cock. He was grunting away and I was racing to the top of my climax. “

OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH Sweeeeeeeeeeeeeeeet Jeeeeeeeeeeesus I screamed out my climax. I shouted as loud as I could.

“Hell,” I thought. if others can make a lot of noise so can I. I have a reputation to keep up.”

After Pete exploded and I lick him clean – I lvoe the taste of jism – we laid back more on the bed.

“Mary Beth, you are one hot piece of ass,” Pete said admiringly.

“So I have been told, Pete. Many times,” I laughed.

• ‘Tis Better to Give AND Receive
• ‘Till I Cry And My Ass Is Red

• ‘Tis Better to Give AND Receive
• ‘Till I Cry And My Ass Is Red

• ‘Tis Better to Give AND Receive
• ‘Till I Cry And My Ass Is Red

The Bet – Fantasy Realized

Just before Christmas, my wife and I made a bet during a discussion we were having. I should have known when we were betting about who had performed in a particular film, but I was sure… The terms of the bet were that the loser would have to be the “slave” to the other for the next two weeks. We looked up the answer, and of course, I lost…

My wife was having my sister several of her friends from work and school over for a pre-Christmas party that weekend and she told me that I needed to do a few things before the party as part of my service to her. I began to think that this wasn’t going to be as bad as I had thought it might be. She had me pick up around the house, set up the decorations and gave me a list of the groceries that she needed picked up before the party. After picking up the groceries, she told me that while she was getting things put together for the party, there were some other things that I needed to do to get ready for the party as well.

First, she told me, I needed to pick up a couple more things for the party. She needed a Santa’s cap, some jingle bells, and some red ribbon, ? inch and some curling ribbon. Nothing to difficult and I ran to the store to get them for her. When I got back from the store, my sister and her best friend, Amy, where at the house, helping her bake her Christmas cookies. She asked me to get out the things from the store for them to check out.

Then things started to get more difficult, VERY quickly. She said to my sister and her friend Amy, don’t you think this will be a great party outfit for him to wear? I looked at her quizzically while my sister and Amy agreed. I asked her what she meant to put the jingle bells onto, as I didn’t have any other Santa “gear”. She ignored me and asked the other two girls if they would like to see the outfit on. The agreed and then things got really difficult.

She told me to get undressed and they would help me try on my party outfit. I turned around to head upstairs and I heard her ask over my shoulder where did I think I was going. I turned back around and said that I thought that she wanted me to get undressed so that she could help pick out what I was going to wear for the party. She said that she already had. It was right there on the table in front of me. She wanted me to get undressed now so that she, my sister and Amy could help her make sure that it looked good. I looked at her in amazement for a second, looking at Amy and my sister before looking back at her. The three of them looked at me impassively and I gathered that she had been discussing this with them while I was at the store. She asked me what I was waiting for and I slowly started to get undressed in front of the three of them.

They continued to chatter while working on their cookies while I took off each piece of clothing and folded them onto an open kitchen chair. I got down to my jockeys and stopped, going back in front of the table. My wife looked up as I stood there and told me that I wasn’t done getting undressed yet. She and the girls wouldn’t be able to fit my outfit until I did. I looked at her in amazement again, before humbly pulling my jockeys down, stepping out of them, and adding them to the pile of clothes on the kitchen chair.

They all stood up and gathered the items out of the bag before coming up to me. I was mortified. Not that my wife hadn’t seen me naked before, but Amy never had, and my sister hadn’t since we were kids. My wife started by putting the Santa cap on my head while Amy and my sister got scissors out for the ribbon. They measured and cut the larger ribbon around my neck, making a bow out of it. They then asked me to stand up on one of the other kitchen chairs. My wife took my balls and pulled them down and the two other girls took the curling ribbon, tying it around my balls first, again making a nice bow, then they took turns stroking me, getting me hard, before tying another bow at the base of my now erect cock. They then added the jingle bells to the ribbon around my balls so that every movement I made had them ringing. I was so humiliated standing in front of my wife, her best friend, and my sister naked and tied up like a Christmas gift. They had me get down and had me turn around to survey their handiwork.

My wife said that I looked much better with a hard cock to complete the outfit, and that she might have to see what she could do before the party to ensure that the outfit was complete for the evening when they got me dressed that weekend. I didn’t know what she meant, but I was not really thinking straight anyway and sort of forgot about it after that. The rest of that evening, they had me continue to clean up after them as they made their cookies, and getting drinks for the three of them, with each of them taking lots of opportunity to give me a few more strokes to keep me hard or to pull on my gift-wrapped balls. They loved hearing the bells ring as I walked around and especially when they stroked me.

That evening after Amy and my sister left for home, my wife untied me, thanking me for being such a good sport, and gave me a mind-numbing blowjob before we went to sleep. The next morning, I awoke to voices downstairs. I got showered, shaved and threw on a pair of sweats and a tee shirt before heading downstairs myself. I was surprised to see Amy, my Sister and my wife’s assistant from work sitting at the kitchen table over coffee when I got downstairs. They looked up and my wife told me that I hadn’t been told to get dressed, and that I should get undressed again so they could get me ready for the party that night. I looked at them all in amazement as I thought what they had said last night was just in jest, and she’d had her fun.

My wife’s assistant Rachel said that she’d heard about my party outfit and she wanted to see it before tonight. I looked at my wife in horror as I realized that she meant for me to wear what she had me in last night for the whole group of co-workers and friends that she had invited over for tonight’s party. My wife looked at me and asked if I intended to welsh on our bet. I looked back at her, feeling somewhat angry, sheepish, but also aroused before, telling her that a bet is a bet and I would live up to my end of the bargain. She looked on before saying that if that was the case I still hadn’t undressed for them yet.

Abashedly, I again took off my clothes and stood in front of the now four ladies. Amy told me that they had noticed that while they were tying the ribbons and bells to me last night that they had gotten caught on my pubic hair, so they had decided that I needed to be shaved before they got me re-dressed. They cleared the kitchen table while they had me get a razor a couple of towels and shaving cream. When I got back, they had me sit up on the edge of the table with one towel hanging over the edge, got a pillow and had me lay back onto it with my feet resting on two chairs they had pulled up for the purpose. I had just started getting somewhat used to being the only one without clothes amongst four women, but this was beyond humiliating. My crotch was hanging out for all to see over the edge of the table with my legs splayed wide open while Rachel filled a bowl with hot water and Amy grabbed up the razor and shaving cream. They were all chattering and laughing about how much fun this was.

Rachel wet a washcloth and dampened my crotch and Amy lathered up some shaving cream before spreading it over everything. She seemed to be paying extra attention to my balls and cock. I was somewhat aroused before, but with Rachel and Amy’s attention, it wasn’t long before I was at full mast. My wife exclaimed that she had almost forgot, and grabbed a glass of water and handed me a pill. She said that she’d spoken with one of her old doctor friends and had been able to get a few Viagra for me to take before and for the party this evening and told me to got ahead and take it now. I did, and laid back, closing my eyes, trying to ignore the fact that I had two women that I knew, that were friends and co-workers of my wife standing between my legs with a stiff cock and them with a razor in their hands.

They seemed to be having lots of fun running the razor over my balls, cock and the surrounding area, rinsing it often in the bowl of hot water. With two attractive women handling and fondling my cock and balls with warm water, I was feeling actually pretty good, although it was still definitely strange and humiliating with literally everything hanging out for all to see. I was just starting to really enjoy the attention, and they had finished everything including part of the inside of my legs, with everything being bare from just below my belly button down halfway to my knees when my wife spoke up again. She said that it looked pretty good from the front, but she wanted me to get up and lean over the table so they could shave my ass as well.

I looked up, almost in a panic, and asked if she was serious. My wife just looked at me and she told me that if they were going to get me cleaned up for the party that evening, she wanted to make sure that I was totally presentable. I sat up, slid down the table and stood back up. I felt even more naked than before without any hair even to cover me up and still with a raging hardon. I turned around and laid my chest back down on the table. The girls told me to spread my legs out further and I complied, my face burning with humiliation, even though the girls wouldn’t be able to see my blush. Here I was, bent over the kitchen table, ass in the air, four attractive women staring at my ass with my balls and cock hanging below. The next thing I felt was the warm washcloth over my ass and then over my sphincter getting everything wet before another set of hands spread lather all over my ass and between my cheeks.

When they finished, I felt all four sets of hands run over my balls, stroke my cock, over my ass and between my cheeks and heard all of them agree that I looked much better and felt good as well. I grabbed a towel and dried thoroughly between my legs before the girls had me get back up on the chair to redecorate me. I was feeling aroused, but it didn’t sink in until they started with the ribbon again that the Viagra seemed to be working as it had been over an hour and I was still hard as a rock. The girls were all having fun at my expense, stroking me till I was on the verge, leaking precum before going back to measuring ribbon, tying it and affixing bows.

The last thing they did was to have me get back down and put the Santa cap back on my head. Then we all got busy getting everything set up for the party soon to start, although none of the girls wasted any opportunity to give me a slap on my bare ass or to fondle my balls or cock any time I wandered close by. Before the rest of the guests came by, my wife had me put on an apron, which I was relieved covered my newly shaved and wrapped cock and balls, but still left my ass hanging out in the wind.

I was startled when the doorbell rang. I quickly looked around for someplace to become scarce but all of the girls prompted me to go answer the door. I had no idea of who was going to be there, only knowing that there were supposed to be several of my wife’s co-workers, fellow students, and some of the women from the office where I worked said that they might stop by. When I got to the door, it was my wife’s aunt and a couple of her friends who had all arrived at the same time. They were giggling to each other and all stopped to stare at me in the door, but from the lack of real surprise, I gathered that my wife had also been busy on the phone while I had been out, updating those who were coming. They all laughed nervously, but came into the house and I took their jackets. My wife came by and they all complimented her on my outfit. She beamed and said that she loved to keep me honest when I lost a bet.

Over the next several hours, more of her friends came by, but I was relieved to not see any of the women from my office at the door. Unfortunately, I relaxed, so to speak, too soon. It was bad enough that I was wandering around the house, full of women (probably 20 or so) basically completely naked other than a Santa hat and some ribbons tied around my cock and balls, jingling all the way, with a hardon at full mast tenting out the apron being the only thing I was wearing to cover up. Next, I have four women from my office staff at the door, looking all mighty pleased to see me greet them at the door. I went from being abashed, to being totally mortified. The girls took turns saying hello as they walked in by me, handing me their jackets, and commented on it being apparent that I was happy to see them as well. I led them in, showed them their seats and got them each a drink before my wife called me over to the kitchen.

She told me that it looked as though everyone was there now and she wanted to bring me around to make some introductions, as many of the women there had never formally met me. (Like this was really formal or anything, right?) I had met at least half of the women briefly at one time or another, but almost half of them I had never met. I almost preferred that I hadn’t met any of them up until now though as for the ones that I had met (or worked with!) they knew me pretty much as a “normal” guy. She led me to the entrance to the living room from the kitchen and announced that she wanted to introduce me to everyone, although I had met most of them at the door. Seeing that I had, however, she thought it would be fun for everyone to see the extent of my holiday outfit. As she said this, she undid the ties on the apron and removed it, leaving me standing there in front of a houseful of women, with wearing my Santa hat, a hardon and some ribbon and bells ringing between my legs.

So my wife took me around to each group of women standing around or seated at tables or couches and introduced me. Many of them took the opportunity to ask in more detail how it was that I was in this predicament and my wife took enjoyment in explaining everything that had happened in detail. For the women who had met me before, they seemed to be willing to take many more liberties though. Many of them, and for some reason, especially those seated on the couches while I was standing, decided that they wanted to shake my erection rather than my hand. Many thought this was hilarious as it caused the jingle bells there attached to ring joyously. This was driving me to distraction, to say the least, with being hard as a rock, not having been able to cum and a dozen or more women all fondling me.

After making the rounds, and several of the women commenting on my almost swooning as they stroked me and the comments on how wet I was from my own precum, my wife led me to the center of the living room. She asked the women if they liked the service they had received from her new “butler”. There was a resounding sound of approval from all of the ladies. She then said that seeing as I had been aroused for so long, she thought it was about time that I get a bit of relief. I looked at her with appreciation as I thought I was finally going to be able to release my balls, get rid of the damn bells and finally be able to get dressed. I didn’t know how I was going to be able to look at any of her relatives, friends or her and my coworkers in the eye again, but maybe I could regain a measure of my dignity.

The next thing I heard made my heart leap into my throat though. She asked the ladies all seated or standing around our house if they wanted to watch me give myself some relief. They all responded in the affirmative and then she asked for suggestions as to what they wanted to see. Her aunt thought it would be good to have me sit on a chair in the middle of the room and stroke myself for them all. There was some agreement to that, but then someone else said they all wouldn’t be able to see me that way and that I should lay on the floor and do it. There was more response to that. Finally, one of the ladies said that I should stand on one of the couches, sitting on the back of it so they could all see. This got the most approval, so they made room for me in the middle of one of the couches for me to climb onto.

Here I was standing on my couch, balls tied up in ribbon and bow, bells attached to them ringing with every movement, my cock so hard it was turning purple-red with a room full of 25 or more women all staring at me waiting for me to start masturbating for them. At this point, although embarrassed beyond belief, I was so worked up, I would have done almost anything to cum though and reached down to grab my hard cock, leaned my head back and closed my eyes as I got ready to start stroking. They stopped me though, and told me that they wanted me to keep my eyes open so they could look at me as I jerked myself off for them. They then told me that they wanted me to cum into one of their glasses so that I wouldn’t make a mess of the couch and they could sit down on it when the entertainment was done.

Resigning myself, I started to stroke. Although I was so horny I could feel my cum almost boiling, between two dozen pairs of eyes on me and the distraction of the bells bouncing and making noise, it took a while for me to get close. As I got close, they could tell, and one of the ladies sitting on the couch next to me reached up with her glass half full of wine to place her glass near the head of my cock as I neared climax. I finally groaned as I let loose what must have been one of the most explosive orgasms in my life, jetting thick, heavy streams of my cum into the half empty glass, swirls of it floating in the pale wine. By the time I finished, I was breathing heavily and felt like a weight had lifted off my shoulders. They then told me that they wanted me to cum into their glass so that I wouldn’t make a mess of the couch and they could sit down on it when the entertainment was done. Surprisingly though, I didn’t even begin to soften, the Viagra working its wonders. The woman holding the glass reached further up, saying out loud to the assembled group that she thought it would be most fair seeing as I made the mess that I should clean it. Stating so, she placed the glass of wine mixed with my cum into my hand and they all looked on expectantly. Knowing that I had little choice having gone this far, I brought the glass up to my lips and drank the whole mixture in one, long draft.

I spent the rest of the evening, serving drinks, refilling snack trays and being the plaything of the women at the party. Several other times, I was told to stand in front of or amidst a group of women and they played with me until making me cum again, the first several times making me drink down the results of their fun, but after cumming several times in a couple of hours (again that Viagra was working its miracles) even when I came, there wasn’t any ejaculate. This led to almost as much interest and fun on the part of the women present, as they stroked me to several more dry orgasms in front of the group. They all also loved to have me show off my packaged balls, cock, ringing bells and freshly shaven front and backsides to them. They also on occasion had me turn my back on the group of them, and bend over at that waist holding my ankles so they could check how well I had been shaved all over.

As the party ran down, and my wife and I walked each of the women out to the front door, I overheard several of the women, including some of the women who worked in my office asking my wife if they might be able to use my services in the coming week or two for similar parties at their own homes and in one case their office party. I heard her agree as long as she was allowed to come along for the festivities, she’d be happy to volunteer my services. But that will have to be another story for another time….

• ‘Tis Better to Give AND Receive
• ‘Till I Cry And My Ass Is Red