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Chapter 1
My name is Dan Jackson, and some would say –me included- that I am the luckiest sonofabitch on earth.
My name is Dan Jackson but YOU know me by another name. I’m twenty-three years old and I have the greatest job in the world.
I’m a porn star.
Well actually I suppose no man is a porn star because the women are the stars but if a guy isn’t a star then his cock is. I have a great body too so I guess that directors use that as an asset also. But what it boils down to is that I get to fuck some of the most beautiful women you have ever seen in ways that you can only imagine; and I get paid!
People call me Big Dan and it’s not only because I’m just over six three, 210 pounds and even though I say it myself both in great physical shape and pretty good looking. It’s mainly because I have a huge cock, just over nine inches long but it’s as thick as the average guys wrist. I know how to use it too, I had an Aunt called Kate and I guess she… well that’s another story. I cum like a fire hose and I can repeat quickly.
A lot of guys I meet ask how I got into porn. It was simple I saw an ad on the Internet for a good-looking guy, in good shape with a big cock. I applied and I got lucky, what can I say. I get to do things that most men can only dream about and like I said I get paid but I’d do it for free. I’m just going to try and bring my experiences onto your computer screens. As I tell you about the women I’ve fucked in the pussy and ass, women who’ve sucked me dry as I let my cum fly into their mouths and on their tits you’ll begin to feel like you’re in there with me. Those women you’ve jerked off to for years like Jenna Jameson, Stacy Valentine and Devon are all as hot in the flesh as they are on camera, hotter in fact. When you’ve read one of my stories you’ll feel like you’ve just fucked them too.
I’d like to give back some of the pleasure I’ve got out of doing the best job in the world for the last year or so.
I suppose everything has a beginning and I’ll start with the beginning of my career, my first day’s filming.
It was 6 am and I was standing in the foyer of Elegant Angel Studios, dressed in jeans and a Ralph Lauren polo shirt. People were milling around preparing for the days shooting, I saw John ‘Buttman’ Stagliano whom I had met at my audition and caught up with him. I was nervous as hell but Buttman allayed any fears I had, he ran through a list of girls that would be in the feature we were working on; some of the names I knew but Buttman assured me that the girls were all gorgeous and that I would get to fuck at least two of them.
I remember vividly the thing he said before he disappeared into an office.
“Dan your life will never be the same again.”
A year later I can say that he was right. My life has changed.
I watched the day’s first scene unfold as the crew prepared for shooting. Essentially we were shooting a typical Buttman style gonzo flick. For those of you who don’t know what he does, this involves a variety of scenes featuring girls that Buttman meets and then proceeds to film as his big cocked pals fuck them. The best thing about Buttman movies is that they seem natural, usually because they are. OK, the girls are professionals who know exactly what’s going to happen but he has a way of catching the action so that the viewer feels like they’re in there too. Buttman adores women and openly worships them on film. His big thing is Asses, soft round bubble butts are his favourite, and he likes big natural tits too. I guess Buttman is just like you and I. He tries to show us what he thinks we’d like to see. It’s what turns him on and he figures it will work for us; he’s right.
We were going to be shooting the movie at the head offices of Buttman’s production company Evil Angel.
Rocco Sifreidi is one of Buttman’s sidekicks; he’s a tall handsome Italian guy, in great shape with a big thick cock. Rocco is a legend in porn; everyone knows how much Rocco loves the girls he works with and the respect that he has for them but on camera he manages to make the viewer think that each woman is his personal fuck pig. It’s pure porn escapism and I’ve beaten off to many of Rocco’s films over the years. If I’ve got a porno hero it’s Rocco. He, along with Peter North and maybe Jon Dough, is one of only a handful of true male porn stars.
Rocco entered the room and started cracking jokes, everyone then moved on to the office that the first scene would be shot in.
The Italian’s partner for this scene was Kirsten Halborg; a chunky blonde British girl with a pretty face, huge tits and a soft round body. I looked her over and wished I were going to be getting it on with her.
Even though Kirsten was perhaps a bit bigger than some of the girls that Buttman likes he loves working with her because she is so enthusiastic. Her ‘role’ in the movie was as a new model coming to Evil Angel for a screen test, obviously Rocco was there as the stud to put her through her paces. She was dressed in a dark blue business suit and high heels and looked fantastic. She looked just like a posh British secretary; her voice was pure upper class private school. Her lovely big tits would bounce as she moved; I just wanted to fuck her right there.
As the first scene started to unfold she and Rocco were obviously ‘feeding’ off each. Rocco acted the role of interviewer with Buttman asking questions too, and then Kirsten started to relax and get into it. She was looking at Rocco with undisguised lust; from where I stood I could see her eyes looking at his crotch regularly.
After a few minutes of teasing, Buttman had Kirsten’s blouse open and her tits were out of her black front fastening bra, he started tweaking one nipple while Rocco went to work on the other, Kirsten started moaning.
Soon Buttman and Rocco were sucking on a nipple each. Kirsten’s nipples were a good size, the guys were chewing on them gently she had her closed and was moaning softly. It was Buttman who started taking her blouse off as he released a nipple. The blouse fluttered to the floor revealing a beautiful pair of creamy white tits overflowing from the lacy black bra that Kirsten was wearing.
Buttman was now feeling her tits and telling Kirsten how great they were. Kirsten started to rub Rocco’s cock through his pants. He stepped forward and she began nibbling the huge bulge through the material. Buttman moved back out of the way and started to film in earnest.
The room was silent apart from the sound of breathing and the metallic hiss of the camera. Then Kirsten pulled down Rocco’s zip and the sound was the equivalent of a pin dropping. She was feeling his cock through his briefs now.
“You like my cock baby?”
“I fucking love it. I’m gonna suck it.”
Buttman stepped forward again as Rocco got Kirsten to stand up.
Holding the camera Buttman unzipped Kirsten’s skirt and gently tugged it down.
Off camera Rocco and Kirsten weren’t so much kissing as eating each other’s faces.
I heard Buttman gasp as the skirt fell away to reveal a soft plump butt, a tiny black thong and a pair of black hold up stockings.
With Rocco, now completely naked leaning back against the desk Kirsten bent at the waist and took the Italian’s cock into her wet mouth.
As Buttman was filming this from the side, he was fondling Kirsten’s ass.
“You have a beautiful butt Kirsten” Said Buttman.
Kirsten hummed a thank you into Rocco’s cock.
“Kirsten could you kneel down and keep sucking his cock.”
Kirsten lowered herself to her knees, knowing what Buttman wanted; she positioned her legs as far apart as she could. Filming from behind Buttman started to zoom the camera in on Kirsten’s ass and pussy. He probed her pussy with his fingers, talking to her all the time.
Rocco moved to an office chair and Kirsten came with him still sucking his cock. Her lips worked the head and her hands on the shaft, every now and again she would take her hands away and swallow the whole thing rubbing her nose against Rocco’s pubes. Kirsten was leaving her saliva all over Rocco’s cock and as she pulled her mouth off and started rubbing his dick from head to base her hand moved fluidly as if covered in lube.
“You do that real good baby. More.”
Kirsten’s head went down again. Her head bobbing like a fishing float. Her hand a blur.
Kirsten suddenly started to moan; I looked down and worked out why Buttman was now fingering her pussy and ass with the same hand at the same time. Kirsten was throating Rocco all the time now, long deep strokes. She was working her tongue all around the head of his cock as it left her mouth, sliding her tongue down the shaft as it plunged back into her hot mouth.
Rocco was moaning and telling her how dirty she was. Kirsten was moaning around a mouthful of cock. Buttman had given up fingering her to concentrate on filming. The scene was about to get pretty wild, the sexual energy in the room was palpable; I’d never known anything like it before. These two people were so into what they were doing that everyone could see it, and this was Buttman’s intention, he knew that if the crew were all standing around with hard-ons then the viewer would get the same result.
Rocco took control and took Kirsten by the hands he guided her over to the large desk. She had a faraway look in her eye and her mouth was wet. Rocco’s cock stood up like a flagpole. She took hold of it and ran her hand over it as she climbed onto the desk. Kirsten kneeled down, her legs wide apart her ass facing Rocco and the rest of the crew. Her hand strayed to her pussy, she was still moaning as she pulled her thong to one side and pushed two fingers into her sopping gash.
With hardly a pause Rocco began eating out Kirsten’s pussy for all he was worth. He began at her the sensitive point between her cunt and ass. Tonguing her there and then reaming her asshole, fingering her pussy and grinding his fingers into her G spot making sure the camera could see everything.
Kirsten howled in pleasure.
Buttman moved in for a close-up.
Rocco now had his tongue firmly inside Kirsten’s boiling pussy soaking her fingers with his saliva. After about two minutes of eating her pussy he went back to her asshole and tongued it mercilessly actually pushing his tongue inside. He moved slightly for Buttman to get a better angle and then stepped backwards for the director to film Kirsten as she fingered herself. Four fingers were flying in and out of her dripping cunt at breakneck speed she was practically fisting herself to an orgasm.
“You want me to fuck you now?”
“Oh yeah fuck me now. Oh God I’m gonna cum.”
Kirsten was now rubbing her clit furiously and pulling on a nipple. Buttman was filming from above, he was squeezing and feeling her other tit. Rocco was still rock hard and he began to rub the mushroom head of his cock up and down Kirsten’s slit, sliding the head in and out only an inch or so.
Kirsten was moaning now. “Oh fuck I’m CUMMMMMMING” a litany of “fuck cunt fuck fuck fuck cunt fuck my cunt” spewed from her lips.
Everyone in the room was getting hot watching this blonde Brit getting her rocks off. My own cock was like a piece of lead piping in my jeans. This scene was going to be awesome when Buttman cut it, it had reached fever pitch and Rocco wasn’t even fucking Kirsten yet.
Her back arched and then arched some more as her orgasm ripped through her, she threw her head back and screamed “Oh God, I’m still cumming”.
Rocco slid his tool into Kirsten and began to fuck her with long slow strokes. As Kirsten came down from her cum she started fucking him back, matching him stroke for stroke, groaning the whole time, telling him to fuck her even harder. Rocco picked up the pace and was soon pile driving into his partner. He lifted his right leg and placed his foot on the desk like someone climbing over a fence.
Buttman moved in underneath and zoomed in on Kirsten’s pussy as Rocco hammered in and out. The Italian raised himself onto the ball of his foot and fucked Kirsten with long downward strokes, the head of his cock pounding her G spot with each thrust making Kirsten grunt lustfully.
She had a plum in the mouth British accent and when she said “Oh Yeah fuck me baby” she sounded like a princess at finishing school.
One thing amazed me about Rocco, his stamina. They had been at it sexually for about an hour, his cock was still rock hard and for about half that time Rocco had been fucking her. I hoped to be half as good as he was. Rocco could pretty much cum on demand but I figured that this scene when it ended would be spontaneous and explosive.
Buttman was about to call for a position change when Kirsten looked over her shoulder at Rocco who nodded and went back to standing on two legs, she got onto her side and Rocco didn’t miss a stroke. She ended up lying on her left side, her right leg resting on his shoulder.
Kirsten was rubbing her clit again, looking straight into the camera as Rocco fucked like a steam train. She was getting well fucked and she loved it.
“Is he good Kirsten.” Asked Buttman as he moved in for another close-up.
“He’s fucking amazing…ohhhhh” Kirsten threw her head back and then started pushing back to meet Rocco’s upward strokes.
“You like it when I play with your ass baby?”
“I fucking love it, stick your fingers in my ass.”
Rocco paused slightly just slowing down his fucking and not actually stopping, he pulled Kirsten to the end of the table so that Buttman could move freely around them shooting from all angles. He pushed two fingers into Kirsten’s mouth and she sucked them like a cock coating them with saliva to make them good and wet.
Shifting his angle of attack again Rocco was now fucking Kirsten in a way that dragged the entire length of his cock along her clit with every outward stroke.
She began moaning and cursing again.
Rocco’s moistened fingers slid effortlessly into Kirsten’s asshole, he began swirling them around and the blonde went totally nuts. She was almost tearing her nipples off and mauling her own tits as the Italian stallion fucked her.
“I’m going to cum again, do it fucking harder, don’t stop.” she begged.
Rocco did seem to fuck her even harder; using the fingers buried in her asshole like a hook he was slamming her into his thrusts. Pussy juice was running down from her cunt toward her ass Rocco was working it into her tight hole, he wouldn’t even need to use any lube at all.
Kirsten snaked a hand around to her butt and shoved her own fingers into her backdoor. Rocco’s left hand went straight to her tit and he squeezed it hard and pinched her nipple. The constant friction against her clit, the fingers in her ass and the simple sexual heat of the scene sent Kirsten right over the edge into another big cum. Her hips bucked and Rocco rode her hard.
“OhhhhhhhhhhhFuccccckkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk”
As if he knew what was going to happen Buttman zoomed into Kirsten’s well-used cunt and captured her gushing juices on film. I could see her cum running out of her some ended up inside her ass but most dripped onto the floor.
My cock was ready to burst. I could not believe how much of a turn on it was to actually watch people fuck in the flesh.
“I want you in my ass, now!” Kirsten demanded.
Rocco kept fucking until Buttman moved back giving them room.
Another gush of cunt juice came out of Kirsten as Rocco pulled out his cock.
Kirsten dropped to her knees and swallowed Rocco’s massive cock, deep throating him, her hands on his ass cheeks. Rocco was covered in sweat but looked as fresh as he had at the start. Kirsten looked like she had been gang fucked by a football team but I could see that’s what made her so much of a turn on. She was just so into fucking Rocco that she didn’t really care what she looked like afterwards.
The Italian pulled his cock out of her mouth and then Kirsten dropped forward into a doggy position her ass once again high in the air.
Standing above and behind her Rocco pushed two fingers into Kirsten’s ass and dribbled saliva into her tight puckered hold that wasn’t so tight anymore. He pulled her butt cheeks apart and spat more saliva into her.
“Fuck look at that ass.” Rocco stood back and admired Kirsten as she slowly fingered herself. Almost absentmindedly Rocco was languidly tugging at his cock.
“I want it in my ass hard, now!” Kirsten started bumping and grinding, inviting Rocco to spear her.
Kirsten was fingering her pussy constantly. It must have been red raw.
Rocco stood with his legs either side of her upturned butt and pointed his cock downward. Kirsten reached behind her and pulled her buttocks wide apart, her asshole gaped. Rocco lowered himself slowly and then just as the head of his cock was squeezing inside her he seemed to drop his weight impaling Kirsten completely.
“Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh jesus”.
Kirsten completely lost it then, she was all but fisting herself again. Screaming for Rocco to fuck her ass harder as he pistoned in and out like a jackhammer.
“I’m gonna cum again.”
Kirsten’s voice was almost as raw as her soaking cunt.
Rocco didn’t let up; he just kept going at it with long strokes grinding his pubic bone into her butt as he sank in.
Rocco and Kirsten were close to ending the scene. They had to be, it was almost seventy minutes now.
“Last but one position now guys.” Buttman wanted to bring the scene to an end too.
Rocco pounded into Kirsten’s ass for another minute or so before he withdrew, the veins on his cock were pulsing. He was close to cumming.
Rocco flopped down onto a chair and showed the first signs of fatigue. He breathed in and spread his legs; now standing up Kirsten backed in toward him and lowered herself onto his cock, pulling her ass apart until the head of his cock was just inside. She waited for Buttman to get into position and then slammed herself down onto nine inches of Italian meat. She groaned deeply and then raised herself again.
“I’m going to fuck YOU hard now you bastard.” Said Kirsten and she quickened the pace fucking Rocco for all she was worth. Every breath carried a stream of obscenities about how much of a good fuck he was.
Finally Rocco groaned and announced he was about to cum.
Kirsten was now in control, Buttman and Rocco were simply along for the ride. “I want it in my mouth, on my face and tits. Give me your cum.”
“Fuck yeah baby.” Moaned Rocco.
Instinctively Kirsten pulled herself off Rocco, spun round and dropped to her knees again swallowing his cock in one go.
“Ohhhhh fuck. Tell me you got that John.”
“I got it.” Said Buttman still not quite believing the grace with which Kirsten had just done the ass to mouth switch.
“You make me wanna cum so bad baby.”
Kirsten was in her zone now, throating Rocco’s cock like it was nothing. Some women struggled to get his cock into their mouths but the British starlet had him in her throat.
Rocco neared his own orgasm; his hips flew up and down as he fucked Kirsten’s mouth and throat.
She was squeezing his cock in her throat, her tongue constantly moving left to right on his shaft as she bobbed up and down.
“I cum now.” Said Rocco with his eyes shut.
As Kirsten pulled her head back Rocco growled as his own orgasm hit, the cum that he had been pumping into his balls since the start of the scene erupted out of his cock like a geyser. The first spurt landed on Kirsten’s tongue, the second on her chin. Rocco growled again and a third and larger jet of jism arced out of his cock and onto her creamy white tits.
Kirsten took Rocco’s still hard dick into her mouth and leaked his cum out of her mouth covering his cock. She made a meal of the cum and the cock, rubbing it all over her face, slapping the head against her tongue. Amazingly Rocco tensed again as she did this and a final spray of cum hit the back of her throat. Turning toward the camera Kirsten made sure that the viewer would see everything. She tossed her head back and visibly swallowed any cum she had in her mouth whilst still gently wanking Rocco’s softening penis.

We’ve been celebrating our birthdays for years, my slave and I. Because of our circumstances, she usually ends up over here, which is fine, because we have all the toys and outfits we’ll ever need.
One of her best birthdays was when she arrived and we went through the usual ritual of the kiss at the door, drink, opening of presents, watch part of a hardcore porn, then move upstairs for the main event.
We both love to role-play, especially when I’m in control. She loves being submissive and giving into my raging desires, and I love taking control over every part of her mind and body.
Today, I take her to the walk-in closet so she can dress in the stiletto boots and thong I’ve selected for her. As she undresses, I watch as she teasingly slips her outfit off, knowing that I’m getting harder by the second.
Often before she dresses, I grab her and pull her ass towards my stiff cock. She knows the routine: grind her asscheeks into my cock while I squeeze her nipples. Then I turn her around and push her down to her knees so she can wrap her hot, wet lips around my full-blown hard on. As she sucks and tongues, I get to play with her perfect ass and pussy; stroking, slapping and probing all her wet holes.
As we stand, she pushes me away so she can dress, but I grab her by the hair and push her over the edge of the tub so I can slide my cock into her wet pussy. She always says, “Not now…wait until I’m dressed.” And I always ignore her and give her a quick fuck, just to bring her to the edge before I leave the room and wait for her arrival at the bed.
Within a few minutes, she glides in, wearing her black stiletto, thigh-high boots and her black thong. Now the role-play begins.
“On your knees slave, and suck my cock.”
Obediently, she replies, “Yes Master,” and goes down to her knees and begins to suck my cock, balls and tongue my ass. She knows I love assplay, so within seconds she’s finger fucking my ass and sucking my cock to where I’m on the edge.
I push her away, pick her up and throw her on the bed. As she lays there, she has that mixed look of fear and absolute anticipation, knowing she’ll get the best foreplay and fuck of her life.
Often, I’ll start tonguing her cunt and when I’m there, I command her to play with her tits. As I eat her pussy and look up, I see her with her eyes closed, pulling on her nipples, making them hard and erect.
At this point, I crawl up and lie down beside her, and command her to mount me and ride my cock. She’s so obedient; “Yes Master,” then she slides my cock tool into her hot, wet cunt. She knows she has to ride until she comes, which usually only is a matter of seconds. As she rides, I slap her asscheeks and the commands begin: “Ride that cock until you come, feel that long, hard cock in your wet cunt, fuck yourself on it until you come, ride it, fuck it, you’re my fuck slave, now come!” And without fail, she shrieks out, shudders and collapses onto my chest.
I might give her a few seconds to catch her breath, but then I command her to fuck herself again on my cock until she comes again. She looks at me with that ‘fuck me’ look that only she has, and replies, “Yes sir,” as she fucks me again.
When she rolls off me after having come the second time, she always asks, “And what would master like?”
We both know that this is her way of inviting me to violate her ass. I’ll begin by turning her over, lifting her hips up and driving my cock into her sopping wet cunt. As I ride her pussy, I’ll slap her asscheeks and pull back on her hair, to ask her what she wants. She has learned to say, “Fuck me in my ass, it’s all yours.”
With that, I pull my cock out of her cunt and have her guide me into her waiting ass. I easily slip into her relaxed hole and immediately begin thrusting into her, with my balls slapping against her dripping wet pussy.
As I pick up the tempo, she knows what to say to make me come: “Come on, fuck that ass, it’s all yours, fuck it, ride it, come, come all in my ass.” And with that, I explode in her hole, and collapse on her in a heap.
As we lay on the bed, stroking and kissing each other, we both look at each other, hardly being able to wait until the next birthday.

After watching the first examination the team completed with Catherine I decided I would get involved on a more personal level. Simply watching the exam from my office wouldn’t provide me with the more necessary personal contact, so as we set up for the next set of tests for Catherine I made sure everyone understood I would be directing all activities. Considering the intense sexual experience we witnessed in the initial probing of the subject’s three vaginas it was important for the strictest standards were followed in our experiments.
I was worried Catherine might be embarrassed by what happened in the previous session, but as she walked into the lab everything seemed fine. She was a bit surprised to see me, but after I assured her that I would be present in all subsequent exams she tilted her head, nodded and said, “Well, it will be nice to have you here.”
“Okay then, are you ready to get started?” I asked.
“Let’s go,” she replied.
“We need you to change into your gown,” I said, pointing to the cloth curtain in the corner of the room. She walked behind the curtain and quickly changed.
“How do I look?” she asked, while bending in a mock curtsey.
“You look great. If you would move to your seat there we’ll get started,” I said, motioning to my assistants to get ready.
I grabbed the probe that Catherine had ended up using as a dildo in her last session, which screwed up one experiment but actually gave us another, totally different focus for our work. As I moved closer to her, I slowly applied the lubricant to the probe and lifted her gown. Looking down at her lower vagina I found myself mesmerized by its incredible beauty. I mean I have seen hundreds of women’s pussies before, but gazing down at hers I felt myself beginning to tremble.
The lips seemed to curve in such a wonderful asymmetry that I just wanted to follow those pink lips with my fingers. I tried to remind myself to insert the probe, but instead I put the probe back on the console and then ran my finger down her slit. It folds felt so soft and then when I reached the opening, it was so wet and inviting I couldn’t help but slip my finger inside.
One of my assistants quickly came up beside me and said, “Dr. Pukcuf, the probe, we need to use…”
I had lifted up her gown and moved my hand up to her middle vagina and then watched my assistant move his hand to her lower one. Running our fingers up the curving lips we both found her clit and each began gently caressing it with our fingers. Almost immediately, the second assistant stepped up trying to get us back on course, but all we did was simply raise her gown a bit more and move up.
Soon I was pushing my finger in and out of her upper pussy, while my two assistants were working on her middle and lower pussy. I looked over to Catherine and saw she was engulfed in the sensation in each of her three pussies. We would have continued until she came but she said to me, “I want more, something bigger.”
“You want the probe?” I asked.
“No I want this,” she said reaching down and grabbing my erection through my pants. “I want this.”
Without another word I immediately pulled off all my clothes while my two assistants continued finger fucking the subject. As soon as I was completely naked I climbed up on the chair, straddled the woman and gently eased my cock into her upper pussy. Feeling the wet warmth of her I didn’t notice that the two assistants had stopped finger fucking her until I felt each of them climb on the chair behind me.
I continued thrusting my cock in and out of Catherine’s upper pussy while my two assistants began fucking her middle and lower pussy. After a few minutes of thrusting I noticed her beginning to moan and tense up and when she suddenly grabbed my waist and said, “Yes, yes, yes,” I knew she was coming.
Immediately feeling her pussy begin pulsing over my cock I knew she had come in her upper pussy, but behind me the two other men continued fucking her. I paused a bit but then noticed her tensing up again and when she moaned loudly I knew one of the other pussies had come. I started moving again and before long I watched as she came twice more and not feeling her pussy pulse around me I knew it must have been in her other two pussies.
As I continued I began moving faster and in a few moments I tensed up and suddenly a wave of pleasure overtook me. I arched my back and came, spurting my cum into her upper pussy. After coming, I slowed down and then remained motionless as my cock slowly shrank and the two men behind me both came at just about the same time.
My two assistants quickly climbed down off of the chair and I got down. I immediately told them to get dressed, stressing that no one, absolutely no one was to know what had happened. I told them to meet me in my office first thing in the morning so we could work up our lab findings together.
I quickly got dressed and turned to Catherine. “I am so sorry, I don’t know what came over us…”
“Oh doctor, don’t worry, it was incredible for me. I’ve never felt so completely and well fucked in my life.”
“Well I want to assure you we are not just interested in you sexually.”
“Doctor, it’s okay, I just had the most incredible experience of my life, what would I do. I can’t wait to see what we are doing tomorrow.”
“Catherine, go ahead and take the day off tomorrow. We need to work out the results from today and it may take some time. Go ahead and come in on Thursday.”
“Okay Thursday it is,” she said climbing out of her chair and walking behind the curtain.
I quickly straightened up my clothes and hurried back to my office. On the way I passed Jonquil who gave me an odd look as she passed, but I was in too much of a hurry to pay much attention. Once in my office, I went to the recording for the lab and deleted the day’s recording. Feeling a bit more secure, I sat down at my desk, put my feet on the desk and tried to figure out where we could go from here.
The next morning my two assistants and I worked together to fabricate an entire experiment trying to anticipate what results we might have gotten if we had completed the test instead of fucking the woman. Obviously the probes, if handled similar to the first experiment, would have caused her to orgasm, so we simply pretended our cocks were the probes and reported on the ensuing results. It was almost lunch time when we finally got everything straight and I offer to take both out to eat.
As we passed through my secretary’s office I noticed she had the TV on and there was an announcement of some breaking news. We all paused and watched the beginning of a news conference. When the camera cut from the announcer to the conference I felt a terrible sinking feeling. There, on camera was Catherine sitting next to Jonquil, my research assistant who conducted the first experiment on our subject.
When the images of me and the two assistants fucking Catherine flashed on the screen (with appropriately placed black out stripes) I fell back into one of the chairs. Jonquil must have downloaded a copy of the session yesterday before I could erase it. My ears were ringing and I felt dizzy. I didn’t hear a word that was said until Jonquil stood up and reported that she would take Catherine away from the deviant atmosphere in my labs. She stated she would begin her own work studying Catherine.
Just as the conference ended the phones in the office began ringing. I quickly stood up and told my secretary to hold all my calls. She looked up at me holding her hand over the mouthpiece and said, “But this one is Dean Prentice.”
“Ring it though,” I answered in the last instruction I would give her in my official capacity at the university.

I can’t believe it. I’ve been Sarah’s roommate for 6 months and never, for one moment, suspected anything different about her. She is the prettiest, sexiest, well-built girl in our dorm.
Some things were a little strange with her now that I think about it. Like she always wears skirts, never jeans or slacks. I just thought she liked to show off her long, tanned legs. She also got up every morning at 4 or 5am, took a shower and studied before class.
Now, by sheer accident, I’ve found out why the skirts and early showers.
I was to take the red eye special and visit my parents for 3 days. I missed the plane. Arriving back at the dorm I stopped off at bathroom before going to my room.
Standing here in the bathroom I can see in the shower by looking into the mirror. There stands beautiful, big-titted Sarah washing the biggest cock I have ever seen. And its hanging from her body. It’s in a soft state and still must be 8 inches long.
What kind of freak is she, I’m thinking to myself. All the while I couldn’t take my eyes away from that huge cock hanging from an almost perfect female body.
I slipped out of the bathroom and went back to our room. Sarah doesn’t know I missed my plane yet. Won’t she be surprised when she walks in.
20 minutes and Sarah returns to the room wearing a bathrobe. She become extremely uneasy when she saw I was back. Probably wondering how she’s going to get dressed, I thought. I thought the only way to handle this was to come right out and confront her.
“Sarah, I started out. I saw you in the shower half hour ago and I saw your private parts. I’m your roommate and I have a right to know that I’m rooming with a male in an all female dorm. Don’t you think I have a right to know?”
“Yes you do, Sarah answered hesitantly. But your wrong about the male part. I’m female. My entire body is female as I’m sure you’ve noticed many times. I also happen to have a male part. I’m a Hermaphrodite and there is nothing I can do about it. That’s the way I was born.”
“You mean you have a vagina too?” I asked quizzically.
“Yes I do, she said. Since you now know my secret do you want to see?”
“No, no. I don’t want to see it.” Damn, I thought to myself. Why did I say that. I sure would have liked to see that big cock again. It was fascinating.
“I changed my mind, I blurted out. This is something really strange and I probably will never have a chance to see something like this again. I don’t mean that your strange but you have to admit its different.”
I watched as she opened her bathrobe, her big tits falling loose from their restraint. And there it was, the biggest cock I have ever seen. It was absolutely huge.
It seems to be getting bigger, I thought to myself. My God, its growing. She must be getting turned on by exposing herself to me.
There it stood proudly, all 12 or 13 inches. It looks as big as my arm.
“See what you do to me, she said coyly. Every night I watch you run around the room in panties and t-shirt. This thing has been extremely hard to hide living with you but I’m pretty good at it.
I watch her move close to me, take my hand and place it on her huge staff.
‘Ohhh,” I moaned as it quivered to my touch.
Now she was putting her lips to mine. I’ve never kissed a girl before. But the huge cock in my hand makes me oblivious to her advances.
Her hand was under my skirt stroking my pussy lips and I knew she could feel my wetness. Her tongue was swirling in my mouth as she lowered me to my back and climbed on top of me.
My moans grew louder. My hands never leave her huge, throbbing dick and, to my surprise, I was guiding the head to my cunt. I pulled my panties aside and placed the head against my lips. I felt her push against me and the big head slipped inside.
“ARGGGGGHHHHHHHHH!” I cried out as this huge thing filled my hole.
My hips moved to meet hers as she began a slow thrusting motion, each stroke driving this huge piece of meat deeper into me.
My God, she’s teasing me, I moaned to myself. My hips were lifting from the bed trying to suck this throbbing hunk deeper into my womb.
“Fuck me Sarah, I screamed. Fuck me. Deeper, deeper. I want it all. Pleaseeeeee.”
“Do you want it all, slut?” I heard her say. Beg me slut. Slut, Slut.
No I’m not a slut, the word burning into me. I always hated that word. I’m not a slut but I want this dick.
“Yessssss, pleaseeeee fuck me. I want it all,” I kept screaming incoherently.
Suddenly she buried the monstrous dick inside me. I have never been so filled. I tightened my pussy lips around it trying to hold it in.
“Ugggggghhhhhhhhhhhh,” I felt it to my very bottom. The sensation of her large tits mashing against mine pushed me over the edge. I began to cum. My orgasm was so intense I thought I would pass out.
“Finger me, you slut,” she screamed at me.
She grabbed my hand and placed it below the base of her cock. I felt the slimy wet pussy as my fingers easily slipped in.
I immediately came again. I didn’t want this to ever stop.
“I’m going to cum, I heard her scream. Finger meeeeee!”
I felt her pussy juice soak my fingers filling my hand fill with her cum. She stiffened again as her dick began to shoot her gooey load into me. I felt the hot liquid filling me setting off the hardest orgasm I have ever had. Waves of pleasure swept over me again and again until I passed out into darkness.
When I awoke Sarah was dressed for class.
“Are you going to tell anybody about me Slut,” she asked. “Or are you going to be a good slut and keep my secret.’
“God no, I’m not going to tell anybody,” I said. “I’m the only slut I want you to have. I’m the only slut I want you to fuck. I’m the only slut I want you to have sucking your magnificent cock. I’m the only slut I want you to have sucking your pussy. I’m the only slut I want you to have in your life.”
She smiled knowingly as she went out the door.

We met in the Florida Keys and soon became friends and lovers. His male name was Eddie but he preferred to be called Diane. She was great fun to be with, about 5′-9,” black hair with deep black eyes, beautiful full lips who could easily pass as a woman. As we walked around town, hand in hand, we looked like two woman in love. I stand 5′7″ and looked up to her as my beautiful big sister, so tall and graceful in her spike heels.
When we finished shopping I had hopes of going back to her room, undressing and helping each other model the wonderful sexy outfits we just purchased. This would be my first adventure with her and although it always made me feel so feminine and sexy to put on lingerie with lace and silk, I found myself blushing furiously at the thought of sharing this experience with her. Especially one so sexy as Dee, so much more beautiful then me.
When we arrived at her place Dee decided to change in the adjoining bathroom, telling me the bedroom is mine. I went into her room and laid out the sexy outfits on the bed, undressed quickly and after much thought selected the baby doll set. Pressing it to my lips, I became slightly aroused as I felt the soft material against my cheek. I took my perfume from my purse and sprayed a hint on the material. Mmmmmmm its’ fragrance was so wonderful, it was saying I want you, please take me.
I put it on slowly, looking in the full-length mirror as I teased myself, noting how the silky, soft material draped over my body. As I turned sideways to view the red, shiny silk panties clinging to my ass, showing off my round firm bottom, I caught sight of Diane as she entered from the next room. She looked so sexy in a gorgeous white satin and lace gown with a sweeping hemline that swirled around her legs. Standing in front of me with a rye smile on her lips, she looked as if she had just stepped out of a page from the 50’s, you know the sexy siren in the seclusion of her boudoir.
As we stood facing each other, she came over to me and put her hand up to my cheek and whispered how arousing I was in my outfit. Feeling a bit embarrassed, I laughed at her remark, but felt secretly delighted with her compliment. I turned around in a slow pirouette to show off my red satin outfit with its matching panties and lace ribbon on the bodice.
“Oh, isn’t this pretty!” she said, as she played with my hair.
She took my hand and led me over to the bed: an old-fashioned one right from the 50’s. It had a fancy pink and white canopy and a floral print bedspread with a ruffled lace trim! When I sat down, she sat next to me, so close that our nylon stockings brushed against each other, making a swishing sound. I couldn’t help but notice the fragrance of her perfume, the way her hair framed her pretty face and the smoothness of her skin. I felt myself breathing too fast and tried to calm down. Looking longingly into her eyes she must have known how I felt.
She took my hand, demanding I hold still, and reached up to my face to pull a wisp of hair away from my eye. As I held motionless, she smoothed the errant lock back into place and then kissed my cheek! My heart skipped a beat. All at once I felt a sudden anxiety at being alone with her. I wanted to leave, yet feeling I must stay. I then realized I was dressed in a very provocative outfit that would prevent me from leaving, my mind wanted her, why am I thinking this, this is why I came here. I caught my breathe as she kept gazing at me with such imploring sweetness, I quietly let her stroke my arm and caress the back of my neck.
I slowly relaxed as I became more and more sensitive to her touch, so very soft and tender, as she put one hand around my waist and continued to massage me with the other. Diane’s attentions were melting my resolve to leave. I sighed, peered up at her through my lashes and saw her smiling at me. It came as no surprise when he laid me back against the pillows on the bed. I looked up at the canopy overhead, absently noted the floral design, and then turned my head toward her. Our lips met in a soft, affectionate kiss. It seemed so innocent to indulge in this warm touching of mouths. I snuggled closer in her arms, wanting more and more of her kisses.
She could tell I was becoming aroused as her kisses became more aggressive, taken command, showing me she was in charge. Her lips were full like a woman’s and her tongue so warm, slowly licking my lips, my cheeks, but always returning to my mouth, the full kiss, again and again, I was captivated and thrilled. For a moment, she took her lips off mine to kiss my throat. Partially released from the spell, I dreamily voiced my concern.
“Diane?… Diane, I think we should stop, I think… maybe I should go.”
She ignored my weak protest, commanding me to be quite and once again kissed me full on the mouth, coaxing my lips apart, her tongue snaking inside my mouth. My lips parted more or less willingly and I received her probing tongue, feeling it examining my mouth. I was nervous and trembling, my fingers shaking, as I reached down and gently caressed the slippery smooth material covering her thighs. My small show of affection clearly increased her erotic desire for me. There was no mistaking the hard-on pushing against me, as my curiosity began to overwhelm me. Diane must have read my thoughts as she took my hand and quickly slipped it down, cupping it around her groin, and held it there as we kissed.
I tentatively closed my fingers around the hardening prick. It was such a marvel how it moved and throbbed, as I squeezed and stroked its firm flesh. Diane reached for the front of my panties, pulling them down as she slipped her hand between my thighs and stroked my cock. I felt a terrible rush of excitement that got me even harder. We fondled each other’s pricks, kissing mouth to mouth, sucking tongues and rolling about on the bed. I urgently rubbed my cock against the sheer nylon and fully expected to cum all over the front of her panties from the intense stimulation.
I managed to free myself from her embrace, I knew I had to have a look at the wonderful feeling cock she kept poking between my legs. I knelt between her thighs, my face just inches from her crotch, her knees fell further apart to exposing her lacy panties stretched tightly across her stiff organ, so accessible and so curiously enticing. I directed my mouth between the garters of her stocking clad legs and kissed the gauzy silken fabric, tracing my tongue over the smooth outline of her penis. Over and over, I pressed my lips against the warm silky mound, whispering how sweet it was. I opened my mouth wider and slowly sucked the tip into it, the material felt so soft against her hardening cock. She slid her hand under the waistband of her panties and deftly pulled out the object of my desire. Her naked cock appeared flush and swollen as she held it in her hand. The tip was there for me, mine to please, mine to love.
“Go ahead,” she said softly, “kiss it.”
Seeing a drop of glistening sperm on the tip of her beautiful prick, I hesitated at first, then avoiding the drops of semen collecting at its opening I planted a light kiss on the shaft of her penis.
“Lick me, JoJo. I want you to lick my cum!”
For a moment I stared in fascination as her quivering prick secreted another tiny amount of fluid. I promptly obeyed her and ran my tongue over the tip, licking off the starchy white secretion, rolling it about in my mouth. The taste of Diane’s seed seemed to act like an aphrodisiac: I repeatedly licked the head, trying to coax more of the sperm to come out. I ran my tongue along the full length of her shaft, but not quite taking her in my mouth. She rocked her hips up and down, offering her prick to me.
“Please JoJo, take my cock all the way into your mouth,” she begged, “Suck me!”
My heart was pounding, as I formed my lips into an O shape, fitted them over the tip and drew her deep into my mouth. She closed her eyes and smiled with the pleasure of feeling my lips around her penis at last, my mouth full of her. I was enjoying the taste of her penis so much, I slowly moved my lips up and down, giving her the best cock-sucking I could. Again and again, a little harder and faster, I sucked away at her cock, the tip of it going further and further down my throat.
“Suck it, JoJo. You love my cock, don’t you!”
I could only murmur with delight and increase my licking. I was thrilled with the taste of her penis caught between my full red lips and serviced her like a lusty chambermaid going down on her master, I was a bitch in heat needing her cock so bad. I felt her cock starting to tremble and shudder, it was so close to climaxing, giving me her cum I wanted so badly. Diane placed her fingers on the back of my head and pulled me closer to her crotch, forcing all of that wonderful cock into my mouth.
She made little cries of pleasure, ” Oh, JoJo, Ohhhhh…”
Then she arched her back, and her cock seemed to grow and then out gushed a surging stream of hot milky sperm into my mouth. I could feel the pulsating gland beat hard against my lips, as I swallowed warm jets of semen squirting down my throat. It all happened so quickly, I took all of her sweet cum, I took all of it, wanting more before she started to grow limp. I reluctantly let the limp penis fall from my mouth, but kept my hand on it to examine her darling sweet tasting cock up close.
“Oh, you came so hard, Diane!” I said, touching my lips to the tip of her prick, when a fresh spurt darted into my mouth!
This beautiful woman sat up and started kissing my neck and caressing my ass, slowly stroking my body. She kissed me passionately up my neck to my mouth, pushing her tongue into my mouth as she exploded the passion within it. Her hands left my ass and found their way to my groin where she massaged my very excited prick through the my panties. My body reacted as I moaned in pleasure saying,
“Take me Dee I need you so very much, Please take me.”
I was nearly frantic with her teasing and couldn’t wait for her to wrap those pout, rosy lips around me. I moaned again as she seized me about the waist and pulled me down onto the sheets covering me with kisses and caressing my body as we coiled withered on the bed.
Diane gradually worked her way down to my belly and ran her lips over my smooth skin as I felt her warm breath on me. She untied the satin bow on my panties causing my rigid penis to poke through between the lace edges. My passion started to overwhelm me as I began moving feverishly on the bed, until she finally spread my legs apart and bent over me. I loved the sensation of Diane’s long smooth hair on my thighs and against my abdomen as she closed her moist lips around my cock until finally I felt her move deeper. Her tongue went around the tip, slowly, very slowly at first and not just the edge of her tongue, but the whole length and breadth of it, soft, warm licking me in slow, great, warm repeated kisses. I loved the blunt feel of her teeth as her mouth pressed against me.
My lips parted and my face became flush with desire as my breathing became heavier, faster, so did her sucking on the pink smooth end of my penis. My hands felt for Diane’s hair, the beautiful soft texture of it, and with the slightest pressure I kept her head, the movement of her tongue and lips at the same pace as the tiny up and down thrusts I made with my hips. I gave myself to her, pushed myself against her mouth. My face was hot, my prick ached with desire wanting to explode as I watched her head moving faster, faster. She was bent over me, her tongue moving faster and faster as my body movements told her I was almost there, she sucked excitedly at my sweet little cock in her mouth, until I stiffened and made one last upward thrust and exploded into Diane’s tender sucking lips. As my juices subsided Dee pulled back, my cock falling from her lovely mouth she reached up and hugged me saying,
“That was wonderful JoJo you tasted so sweet, I wish you could give me more, I want you for mine, forever.”
There we were two satisfied cross dressers wearing very sexy outfits as we drifted off to sleep in feminine bliss. After the pleasure of love and sleep, I awoke as Diane was kissing my throat and her hands stroking the back of my neck and shoulders. Our lips met again, pressing together so warmly, so innocently as she cupped her hand around one of my ass cheeks and massaged it with motions that crept ever closer to my anus.
I groaned in anticipation knowing what she wanted and turned on my side to move my ass closer to her roving fingers. She quickly found the spot, and I felt her finger tickle my opening and then push deeply inside.
I gasped at first but then said,” OOOOOOO Dee take me,”
and surrendered to the startling unusual sensation by making little rocking motions in time to her finger darting in and out of my anus. As she fondled and fingered my bottom, I kissed Diane all the more fervently for making me feel so weak and yielding in her arms.
“I want to fuck you now, JoJo,” she whispered urgently in my ear.
“Yes, darling. I am yours.” I whispered back at her.
I was completely under her control now, I was hers to use as she needed, my cock was taut and hard at the idea of having her long erotic penis penetrate my bottom. The sight of Diane’s long had cock up and ready between the folds of her gown made me eager to please her. I realized, with a tantalizing feminine thrill, that I really wanted to be filled up with her prick. I wanted to feel like a woman, her woman!
She then said ” JoJo, my darling turn over so I may make love to your beautiful ass, I want it so badly I must have you.”
I did as she commanded eagerly rolling over with my face on the pillow and knelt on all fours, and she pulled down my panties, exposing my white rounded buttocks. She rubbed some kind of cream on the tip and length of her prick and also anointed my tight little rose bud now quite stimulated and somewhat enlarged by her fingering me. She told me to push my ass well out behind, with my legs spread wide apart so as to give her every access. I was so excited at acting out this womanly, submissive role that I wriggled about, pushing my now wanting asshole at her, just begging to be fucked. I was going to begin a dream, my dream of erotic pleasure, my body being taken over and over, I was a slave to her desires.
Now properly lubricated, Diane guided her prick right to my puckered little pink hole, as I directly felt the hot head of her cock placed to the opening. I reached around behind me to spread my ass as far apart as I was able and held very still while her prick gently began it’s final decent into my opening. I felt the blunt knob end against the ridges of my anus forcing them apart and began to enter my hole. I let out a gasp as she stretched me, but gradually my sphincter muscles relaxed, adjusting to her probing penis. Inch by inch, she began moving slowly in and out until Diane was convinced I was completely relaxed, then she withdrew her long hard cock and lubricated it with still more cream before she slowly and carefully pushed her way back in. Now I was hers, only hers as I heard her gasp with desire.
“Oh, Diane, I feel your prick. I feel its head going in so far up my ass, please be gentle with me!”
I continued to hold motionless as she worked her prick inside me slowly, so slowly, until I knew she had penetrated completely. I soon started to enjoy the delicious sensation of my lover’s femme cock inserted in my anus. I couldn’t believe I was doing such a thing. I was being fucked by a man and enjoying it!
“Your ass is so soft and tight, JoJo, It just sucks in my cock! I must take you deeper, my cock needs you JoJo, it needs your lovely ass.”
Then holding my hips, she worked her organ smoothly in and out, telling me to push back to meet each thrust of her prick. As Diane’s prick went in and out, my round bottom-hole enclosed around it with an avid suction like a wet pussy. By her occasional sighs and the lovely rhythm of Diane’s movements, I could tell she liked her penis up my ass, that she also knew I was made for her to be hers alone.
As I felt the cheeks of my now red hot ass rubbing against her belly I pulled the lace edge of the pillow closer to my mouth and started sucking on its scented fabric. I closed my eyes in a dreamy state of womanly passion, and my perfumed hair brushed against my cheek as my whole body rocked to meet her every stroke. I had my legs wide open, I couldn’t get enough of her cock up my ass, I wanted more, oh so much more. I felt like I was all woman, all cunt, as I gasped and moaned, backing my exposed bottom to meet her thrusts. My own penis was as rigid as steel, as I thought how lovely it was to be like a woman getting fucked and fucked!
“I’m a cunt, Diane! I’m your cunt! Fuck me, fuck me please!”
Diane reached for my dangling prick, taking it in her hand she slowly stroked it, calling me a lovely cunt, her lovely cunt, a woman now receiving her most wanting desire, a long hard prick fucking her tight ass! I was on the verge of going out of control as she was stimulating both my anus and penis with such exquisite attention! I was in an erotic state receiving such sweet pleasure with the delicious throbbing of her cock in my hole.
I could tell Diane was nearing the moment of ecstasy, when I heard her deep drawn sighs and noticed her body making little trembling motions. Perceiving by the twitching of my own cock that I was about to cum too, she pumped even faster with her cock. Overcome with pleasure and nearing her orgasm, my lover gave a sound and shoved even further inside, her belly shuddering against my ass.
I knew Diane was cumming and pushed back to hold her prick in my anus. I could feel it throbbing, as it began to erupt with spasm after spasm of milky white cum. Her juices shot up me, flooding my anal canal with a warm infusion of her sweet nectar. My own penis, terribly aroused by the touch of Diane’s delicate smooth hands and the feeling of my insides being filled with her hot sperm, grew to it’s full length and exploded an eruption of my white milky cum all over her fingers.
All I could do was say, ” OOOOOOO YESSSSSS, more, please Dee I need more of you.”
With that she pulled me tighter, hugging my spent body, as her own body started to calm down until we both were fulfilled with that erotic state of bliss you have when your partner and yourself have met the pinnacle of your desires. She smiled and kissed me so soft as she caressed me ever so gently.
She released me and said ” JoJo my sweet JoJo.”
It was so incredibly sexy and romantic my mind and body wanted more, so much more from Diane. I looked up and could only say,
“Thank You it was more than I could ever hope for, Thank You.”
Tears came from my eyes as I dressed to leave. I had just had my most erotic desire fulfilled by some one whom I believe cared for me as much as I cared for her. I was so happy that I decided to come here for the weekend.
I wish to thank Diane for her help and ideas for this story.
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Diane moved in next door when I was six years old. Being the only kid my age within 5 miles made it inevitable that we’d become playmates. Did I mention that next door was still nearly half a mile away, four-tenths to be exact? Our farm was two miles down a dusty gravel road in central Illinois. Diane’s folks bought my Grandfather’s farm after he passed away.
At the two-room country school Diane and I attended, we mostly played with other kids. After all, she had girl friends there, while I liked to play softball or dodgeball during recess. But once we got home, Diane was normally my only available playmate. The only way another kid could visit either of us was if a parent drove them over, then picked them up later. In farm country most parents had chores that kept them busy all day long
Circumstance threw us together other times as well. There was only one local church, so our Moms often took turns dropping us both off at Sunday school or social events. The modest Baptist church was located in what was laughingly called a town. It had a one-room grocery store, on the first floor of a house, run by 88-year old Mr. Meyer. When he died in his sleep, the entire commercial district closed forever. Unless you count the nickel coke machine his grand niece continued to operate in front of the bygone business. She kept it going for years afterward as a community service and memorial to the beloved town elder.
Diane and I liked each other; we got along fine almost all the time. You’d be hard pressed to prove which of us was the shyest. We were both quiet, well-mannered children. We never fought or tried to impose our will on the other. Case in point, tea parties with imaginary guests weren’t something I enjoyed. Once Diane realized which games that she liked would bore me to tears, she never attempted to foist them on me. Likewise, I learned to hunt at an early age, but she hated guns. Diane wasn’t a wimp; she’d eat a rabbit or pheasant. She just didn’t enjoy hunting.
As I recall, most of what we learned to enjoy doing together came as a result of someone saying, “Wanna play…”, then trying it. Over the years we discovered a number of activities we both enjoyed, mostly with little discussion. We weren’t afraid to try something new. We’d give it a shot, then simply decide if we liked doing it together or not.
Early on we learned that long hikes over the hundreds of acres of surrounding farmland were more fun when we took them together. Combined, our two farms had a couple miles of streams. Minnows, tadpoles, dragonflies, and crawfish provided untold hours of enjoyment. Seeing a pair of foxes seemingly float across a recently harvested wheat field, or a Sparrow Hawk lazily circling above the stubble of a corn field, alert for careless field mice, were typical rewards for hours spent sitting quietly on grassy knolls.
A rusting barrel hoop nailed to a now rarely used Black Smithing/Harness shed gave us a place to shoot a basketball. A baseball tossed onto the roof of her huge old hay barn made for a good game of catch. A series of board games came and went as we progressed from toddlers to teens.
Looking back, I realize we often spoke for hours on end about the world around us, but rarely the worlds within us. I never tried to be her boyfriend; she never tried to be anything but a playmate and trustworthy friend for me. Our friendship was solid as aged oak by the time we graduated high school.
Don’t ask me when it happened, but at some point what I had became hers, and what she had was mine. Whether it was books or bikes, it was normal for us to say “our books” or “our bikes”. The word ‘my’ was rarely spoken between us. It didn’t matter who bought the toy, or whose house it was in at any given time. Totally unselfish would be an accurate characterization of our relationship.
I didn’t pay overmuch attention to the fact that Diane was a girl and I was a boy. It wasn’t that I didn’t have hormones aplenty either. Over the years I’d coaxed several girls to sneak down to the basement at school for a game of “I’ll show you mine, if you’ll show me yours”. There were only forty-something kids in our grades one through eight county school, even fewer in our high school. As a result, I had the almost unique experience of seeing four pussies almost every year from the time they were seven to seventeen.
With three of the four I think it just grew to be a custom. Maybe once or twice a year we’d check out each other’s development. Trust me, there were no Playboy magazines, no cable TV. What most kids knew about sex, or especially the opposite sex, they learned from animal husbandry around the local farms. The only things most Baptists tell you about sex is not to have any.
There was one girl named Margaret that let me finger her a few times, and she had to teach me how to do that. Margaret was a sweet girl, but both slow and homely. Boys weren’t exactly beating down her door, but she needed a little attention now and then like anyone else.
The high point of my sex life before graduation were the few times Margaret gave me a hand job after wandering away from some social gathering for a few minutes, plus one time we masturbated while watching each other behind a shed at a classmate’s birthday party. She was from peasant stock. Margaret’s bush was so thick I never did learn much about how she looked between her legs after puberty. But that one time I saw a finger disappear into her body was more than enough to trigger the ejaculation she wanted to see.
I never ever kissed Margaret. I feel guilty about it today that I was only curious about her body. I had no actual affection for her, and she understood that. For those who wonder, she did marry a local farmhand who seemed to make her happy.
All fours girls at least flashed their breasts for me a few times, but we’d been pulling our pants down from such an early age, that I was well into my teens before I thought of asking to see their more recent female enhancements.
It was lost on me as a kid, but Diane was always a beautiful girl. Early on, she was as blonde as anyone with her Nordic-Germanic heritage could be. By the time we were eighteen, it had become a silky, shiny, light brown. Our growth patterns had always been somewhat matched. She grew to about 5′8″. I reached 6′. Yet I was almost always 2″ to 4″ taller as we grew. If asked to describe her, I’d say she had an adorable smile. I’d mention how lovely her gray-green eyes were. I certainly could picture her toned, long legs, and delightful face. Despite knowing those facts, I was so familiar with her that I took all her physical attractiveness for granted.
I was certainly no saint. I still recall the first time she bent forward in a T-shirt when her breasts were still small enough that her bra would fall away, leaving her young cones dangling before my eyes. Back then I’d get erections for no reasons at all, seeing anything remotely related to sex was enough to keep me hard until I got home where I could relieve myself. Yet because of our special relationship, it simply never occurred to me to “try anything”. When I saw Diane, I saw my best friend. I didn’t see her as an opportunity.
The day our relationship changed was two weeks after graduation. It was mid-afternoon, a warm but not especially hot day. We’d been shooting hoops, playing a game we called horse where we both had to make the same shot from the same place or cede a point. Where we played was really more of a putting green than a basketball court. The area all around the ‘court’ was a sea of long, lush grass that’d be cut for hay in a few weeks. We couldn’t dribble on the uneven ground very well, but we played fast enough and chased after our partner’s rebounds, so we could work up a mild sweat if the sun was on us.
Needing a drink of water, Diane had gone to the house. She’d disappeared around the corner a few minutes earlier. I could faintly hear her Dad running his tractor. He was plowing a distant field across the road. Her Mom had driven to my house for a monthly baking party with my mother. It was cleaver plan. They both baked a batch of cakes, pies, or cookies at the same time. They could have a nice chat, yet only one kitchen got hot and messy. With two pairs of hands, the preparation and clean up went twice as fast.
I’d been on a bit of a streak. As long as I kept making the lead off shot, Diane couldn’t beat me. Needing only one point to win this game of horse, I grew suspicious that my fierce little competitor had planned this “time out” to cool off my shooting. Finally she returned. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary as she stood behind me awaiting my shot.
After tossing and spinning the ball a foot into the air a few times until I felt loose again, I bent my knees slightly as I readied a 14′ shot. Raising the basketball in front of me, I began an easy jump to launch the ball into an arc towards the hoop. Just before my release, a blast of ice cold water hit the back of my neck. “H E Y!!!!”
I knew the ball would hit wide of its mark. I spun around on my way down. Diane was already doubled over from laugher. All her pearly white teeth were flashing my way in a Cheshire Cat grin. Both arms were extended towards me. One hand was palm up; fingers spread like a crossing guard signaling ‘STOP’. The other hand held a squirt gun pointed at my face.
Not a word was spoken. She couldn’t speak because she was laughing too hard. I couldn’t say anything because I was too surprised. Leaning forward, I began a series of short menacing steps in Diane’s direction. Laughing hysterically, she retreated while threatening to squirt me if I didn’t stop. My stalking continued until her feet got to the end of the mowed court. As her right foot felt the drag of the tall grass, her gaze shifted to her feet. That split second was all I needed. Like a big cat who’s prey just zigged when it should have zagged, I leapt. My target was the squirt gun. My goal was revenge.
Diane reacted perfectly; her arms flew above her head, moving the gun out of my reach. She also got off a squirt that hit me square between the eyes, causing me to blink. Having launched myself like a diver into a pool, my hands reached out for her. I grabbed for her waist, trying not to land on my face, but only grasped her clothing. Since she’d been bent over laughing and not in a good position to keep her balance, she went down on her butt, letting out a shriek. As she fell backwards, my hands pulled her sweat shorts completely down.
My momentum carried me forward. When the brief disorientation from the hard landing passed, I found myself staring directly at the most perfect pussy I’d even seen. Her sparse pubic hair was almost as blonde as I remembered Diane being as a child. Her scent filled my nostrils, making my head swim. The shorts were completely off of one leg. I was lying on my belly between her almost closed thighs. My hips began a tiny rise off of the ground, like a car on a lift, as my penis instantly filled with blood.
I never looked up; I was transfixed by the perfection mere inches away. Already I was breathing like a stallion downwind from a mare barn. Feeling my first breath on her exposed genitals caused Diane to fall instantly silent; she froze like a rabbit suddenly aware of a nearby fox. Judging by the lack of tension in her abdominal muscles, I suspect she laid her head back on the tall grass. Neither of us spoke, only the sounds of a day on in the country could be heard.
How many seconds passed as my male brain absorbed each minute detail of the feminine perfection so unexpectedly revealed? I’ll never know. My mind entered a new reality where only Diane and I existed, nothing except us remotely mattered. The light covering of fur did little to hide her dampening slit. Diane’s vaginal lips swelled before my eyes, her pink inner flesh began to slightly reveal itself.
No one had ever told me what I was ’supposed’ to do, but instinct bailed me out. I kissed the top of her gash. I kissed left then right, lower, then lower still. Diane gradually raised her knees while spreading her legs, granting me full access to wherever my lips wished to taste. Nibbles became interspersed with my kisses. The longer my mouth explored her vulva, the more her slit seemed to open up, inviting ever deeper probing.
When my tongue slid into her gash, I heard the air in her lungs rush out of her body. I certainly didn’t know what I was doing, but Diane’s body told me I was pleasing her greatly. Her hips had begun rolling seductively shortly after first licking her soft, slippery inner flesh. Repeatedly I worked my tongue carefully up and down her slit. This soon taught me she enjoyed being licked everywhere, but some places she enjoyed even more than others.
An overpowering desire to see her breasts urged me to kiss my way up and about her taut abdomen then tummy. My hands pushed her top up just ahead of my wandering lips. Finally the bottom of her breasts began to show. Using just my abdominal muscles to arch my back, I gradually unveiled Diane’s soft, heavenly breasts. Her mounds had a firm, yet unbelievably soft appearance that God gives women that age to make them irresistible.
I exchanged long stares with the inch and a half wide pink eyes below me. The long, thick, darker pink nipple at the center of each areola pulled at me like steel to a magnet. My parted lips were soon drawn to her pliant flesh. Minutes passed as I savored her long hidden delights. There were so many wondrous sensations as I kissed from one tender breast to the other, I couldn’t say any one was the best. My fingers couldn’t get enough of her baby soft skin.
Diane guided my mouth to her engorged right nipple; it was like sucking a large fingertip between my lips. Its texture was completely unique, the warmth and feel of that special fleshy nub caused violent reactions within me. My body trembled. I suckled both breasts until my jaw began to hurt.
Pushing myself up until I was on my knees between her splayed thighs, I pulled my shirt over my head, then cast it aside. I stared down into Diane’s sparkling eyes. Our faces showed passion, yet little expression. Holding my gaze, she pulled her shirt over her head, then lay back silently. The rolling of her breasts as she had moved only served to enflame me further.
Lowering myself until I was back at her breasts, my lips briefly expressed my adoration again, before kissing their way over Diane’s upper chest then neck. As much as I marveled at the softness of her throat, I was driven to find her mouth. We had never really kissed, I had to know what her mouth would feel like pressed to mine. Our eyes met as I slid up her slightly sweating body until our lips were an inch apart. Her hand settled behind my head. Eyes closing, Diane gently pulled us together.
Was it possible that her lips were softer than anything I’d ever felt? Our first real kiss was a lengthy, tender, pressing of our lips. Soft, so very, very soft.
Diane parted her lips slightly. I had French kissed, briefly, a few times when a girl and I had ducked around a corner at a church social or someone’s birthday party. But I’d never really made out with a girl. I knew how to start our tongue kissing, but I was tentative and inexperienced. Fortunately, Diane was equally unsure. We recognized our mutual naivete. It allowed us to relax, develop a technique, then refine it together. Our tongues drew enormous pleasure from each other. Our bodies were profoundly effected by our intimate probing and moist, breathy contacts.
As our passion increased, Diane’s hands first roamed across my shoulders, upper back, lower back, then finally slid under my waistband. At first her fingers trailed over my buns, but the more labored her breathing became, the more she formed a death grip on my cheeks, pulling my erection hard against her drenched pussy. Releasing my butt, I felt her struggling to lower my sweat pants. The pants caught on my erection. I pushed myself up using both arms, then used one hand assist her.
Diane reached into my pants; her fingers surrounded my penis. I almost collapsed. My sharp inhalation when she gripped my shaft drew her attention back to my face. I gazed down at some one I’d never seen before. Not my friend next door, but the young woman I’d spent most of my life with. So many things snapped into focus.
Together we lowered my pants.
I lay down on top of Diane; she guided me while shifting her hips so my shaft ended up nestled along her slit. We kissed for several minutes longer, tingling head to toe from not only the excitement of our warm flesh writhing together, but also from the heady knowledge that after all these years we’d found each other.
Diane was actually ready for penetration before I was. Her hands left my neck and back so she could reach between us. I lifted my hips thinking she only wanted to fondle me. She did stroke me for a minute. I could sense her gauging my size and heft, but soon she was using her hands to coat my penis with my oozing lubrication, plus adding some from herself. The pleasure of her hands running up and down my shaft was so new and so intense that it didn’t register immediately that she’d aimed my tapered tip at her opening.
Diane’s hips began to rise and fall. Only when my system got its biggest jolt yet, her moist warmth pressing onto, then gradually surrounding my glans, only then did I fully comprehend that I was about to enter her. My hips made tiny, slow pushes, similar to her short pelvic thrusts. Both virgins, we only had instinct to guide us. She was as aroused as a young woman could ever be, but nonetheless virginally tight.
The only thing that saved me from ejaculating was the concentration required as I tried to guess at our progress or increase my penetration without hurting my lover. If I’d allowed myself to think about how incredible it felt each time I pushed my penis a teeny bit deeper into Diane, I never would’ve completed our first attempted coupling. As it was, I don’t recall exactly when her hymen broke. I can clearly recall only the moment that I knew I was completely buried inside of her amazing young body.
We’d kissed a few times as we strove for penetration, but mostly we focused on what our hips were doing. It had been hard to breathe due to the excitement we felt. I tried not to hear the erotic wet sounds my penis made as it moved in and out of her slippery pussy. Once I was at long last buried to the hilt inside Diane, I lifted my head. We looked into each other’s eyes, both of us smiling the wry smile of an athlete who is spent but feels a sense of accomplishment.
Diane wrapped her legs around my waist, holding me tight inside her as I leaned in to kiss her deeply. My body was soon beyond my control. My hips resumed the tiny thrusts that had so recently achieved my first insertion. The mind numbingly intense rapture of having my penis embedded in Diane’s pussy compelled my body to begin the primal thrusting that would bring release.
Tiny back and forth motions became longer and longer thrusts. I wanted to slow down, to make the moment last, but I was too excited, not to mention too inexperienced. My penis felt like it was swelling to the size of a baseball bat; my balls drew tight against me. Judging by Diane’s body movements, she must have known I was about to come inside her. Her hips drove against me at an angle that begged my body to push my sperm into her deepest recesses. She matched me moan for moan; her swaying hips caused mine to drive into her on every thrust.
I felt it begin. Semen left my balls, entered my penis, traveled the length of my shaft, then shot into Diane’s womb. Warmth spread within her as my sperm coated her insides. Gush after gush erupted. I felt like sperm was coming out of me long after it had probably stopped. Her muscles squeezed my shaft like a milkmaid’s hands; her body implored mine to yield every possible drop of fluid I could produce.

Harleigh Starr came up to Thomas’ place all in a huff. Her asshole boyfriend had finally pissed her off enough to force her to dump him. She knocked on the door and Thomas answered it, not expecting her to have driven all this way just to see him.
“Harleigh? What are you doing here?” Thomas said, in a bit of a surprise.
Instead of saying anything, she barged into the house and started kissing him hard on the lips. He briefly protested, but eventually succumbed to her passions. He fell to the floor and watched as she tossed off her jacket and began to remove her shirt. He tried to get up, but she pounced on him and smothered him with kisses.
“Lemme guess? You wanna have some hot passionate sex, right?” Thomas asked, still astounded at the full frontal assault.
“Uh huh!,” said Harleigh, who went to work on his belt and pants. “I am seriously pissed off right now, and all I could think about on my way down here was screwing your brains out. That Jacob bastard is just an ass! I don’t know why I left you to begin with!”
She took off his shoes and slid off his pants, exposing his boxers. She yanked them down and hungrily went after his cock, slurping away at it as if she hadn’t eaten in a week. Thomas could do little more than lay there and watch her pleasure him with fierce intensity. He felt himself getting hard and she stood up ever so briefly to shed her skirt and panties, then took off her shirt. She was about to go back down on him when her eyes spotted his sofa. She grabbed his hand and practically dragged him up and over to the sofa, where she threw him down and kissed him hard again. “Watch this, my sweet!,” she said devilishly, and put his cock in between her breasts and began to pump his cock hard with her mammaries.
He leaned back and began to really enjoy the hard loving that Harleigh was giving him. She kept up the titty fucking, rubbing them between her breasts and then squeezing them around his cock.
She grew tired of that, and got up and straddled him. As she inserted his cock into her pussy, Thomas could tell she was extremely turned on, as her pussy was dripping wet. She rode him hard as he leaned back on the sofa. He spanked her ass hard with his hands and it make her purr with excitement as she sped up the pleasuring. He grabbed her around the shoulders and began to pull her down harder and harder onto his cock, and her hands began to pull at his shirt. He leaned back just a bit to let her remove it, then enjoyed the sensation of her fingernails tracing up and down his back as he grabbed onto her hips and pumped deeper and faster inside her.
She came hard and was about to get up when he turned her around and forced her to sit down on his cock again. He was still rock hard, and he wanted to respond to Harleigh’s aggressiveness with some of his own. He pulled her back against him and his hands began to squeeze her tits hard as he kept thrusting faster and faster inside her. His hands went down from her breasts to her tits, and she was moaning as loud as she could as her pleasure built up once again towards another orgasm. When it hit, she could barely stand anymore, and he grabbed her and pushed her down on the couch, mounting her again in the missionary position with her legs sitting high on his shoulders.
“Come into my house and expect to take advantage of me, eh? Well, I can deal with a lustful woman like you!,” he cried as he relentlessly pounded her pussy with his cock. Her fingernails scratched and scraped his back up good, but he wasn’t even aware of the pain as his mind was focused on getting her to come over and over again. She kissed him ferociously as she came again, and she thought that he was done with her.
She figured wrong, as he laid her on the floor, belly down, and began to take her from behind. She could feel he was close to coming, but she didn’t want him to come in her pussy. Thomas put his arms underneath her and grasped her shoulders again, driving his cock as deep as he could inside her and feeling her ready to come again. “I’m close baby. When you come, I want you to flip over so you can suck me dry!” She yelled out, “OH YES BABY!!!,” and she did what she could to rush the orgasm along, and when it hit, she cried out in a loud moan. Once he got off of her, she flipped over and he straddled her face, getting into a push-up style position. She smiled and grabbed onto his hips, sliding his throbbing cock inside her mouth. She sucked hard as he pumped his manhood inside her mouth. He fell to his knees as he was about to come, but he kept on pumping. She sucked him hard and when she sensed that he was holding it back for as long as he could, she began to play with the outside of his anus with her finger, pressing on it to entice him to come.
He tried and he tried, but his body could not take holding it in any longer, as Harleigh sighed as his cum shot into her mouth. He leaned down onto his elbows, exhausted, and she sucked the rest of his cum out of his cock. Finally, she slid out from under him and he collapsed onto the floor. She barely had enough energy to get up, so she slid down beside him and kissed him on his lips.
Thomas crawled on top of her and kissed her again, then he asked, “So how long are you going to stay?”
She smiled and said, “As long as you’ll have me!”
Thomas laughed and said, “That could be a pretty long time!”
Harleigh replied, “I don’t care. The way you make me feel, I don’t think I ever want to leave!”
They cuddled there on the floor and rested for a good long while. After what seemed to be half an hour, Thomas realized that the front door was still open. He scrambled up and closed it quickly as Harleigh laughed behind him.
When he returned to her, she kissed him again, then asked, “Ready for round two?”
“Yeah, but can we go a little slower this time? I’m still trying to recover from round one!” replied Thomas.
She laughed and said, “So where’s the bedroom in this place?”
He took her by the hand and they went up the stairs to the main bedroom.

Sharon and I were on the outs because I got drunk on New Year’s eve and made an ass of my self grabbing the women and feeling them up. Then things went down hill since then. Well I’m not sure if they did or does sex decline after 22 yr. of marriage, we usually did it at least twice a week, since then it’s twice a month. Just seems like a lot of pressure was on us with 17 year old and 15 year old, girls. Hauling them around to meet friends and school function takes a lot out of you. So maybe what my wife did is part my fault.
I waked in Sharon’s office just hoping to catch her to take her to lunch. As I was walking pass the reception area the receptionist called out to me. I went over to see what she what she wanted. She asked me if John Cooper got a hold of us. I remember John from high school and I hated him. He had his heart set on fucking my wife and was always trying to get in her pants and split us up. The last two yr. of college he transfer to her school and became a thorn in my side, my wife always threw his name into conversion to piss me off when she was mad at me. I asked, when did he call and she replied, yesterday and I gave him your home phone number. I told her that Sharon was thinking of throwing a surprise birthday party for me and that he was an old school friend. I said, don’t say anything to Sharon that you told me, let her think it is a surprise and she said, oh I wont say a thing.
Last night we ate out for dinner and then went to a play at the high school with the kids. After the play we went for ice cream and didn’t get home till close to midnight. No messages were on the machine and Sharon wasn’t on the phone at all, so I know he did not call last night. Sharon secretary told me she was tied up in a meeting all day so I took off. Thinking about the asshole calling got me hot under the collar. I set out for the electronic store to look at recorders to monitor phone conversation. I picked one up for 59 bucks and saw a nice one for 75 that would do an excellent job for monitoring a room if need be. After I paid for it I went home and installed it and now I will sit back and wait for John to call.
I didn’t have to wait long for him to call. That night the girls went out to watch a high school ball game. I wanted to give her freedom to talk, if he called so I went back to the electronic store and picked up a few magazines on how to snoop. Also while I was there I looked at other equipment they had. I figured what you would pay a detective; you could buy the equipment.
When I got home at ten, everything seemed quiet. So I grab a beer and went to basement to check on the tape recorder. He called at 7:00 PM and she was surprised to here from him. He told her that he would be coming to town every so often and wanted to see her for lunch or dinner. She just kidded him saying she would get stuck with the bill. He said she would always be his number one girl in his book and he still remembers the night they were necking behind the school and how wet her cunt was. He said he would always remember that night as long as he lives. She said she was pretty hot that night and he was almost the first to have sex with her but when he shot in her hand so early that she got scared. He said any guy would shoot early with something as hot as you would. They both laughed. He said he would be in on the 25th for a few days and would call at 7 PM.
John said he stays at the Airport Inn when he comes to town. She said it s a 10-minute drive from the house and the restaurant is very good eating-place. He said that is why he stays there and he will call on the 25th to make plans for them to do something. She said ok ill see you then. He said wait I want to talk some more and she said ok. They continued to talk about families and friends. Before they hung up, they exchanged email addresses.
Next day I talked to a guy who handles are computers at work and he gave me a few disk and showed me how to get into her email, by finding her password. Next I went to Airport Inn to check it out. I found out that the night manager is Tom and I had a long talk with him. I found out they don’t make to much money there and he is in dire need of money. I flashed a 100 bucks in front of him and said I need some help. He asked me what kind of help and I told him I need to get in a room for a few minutes and he told me no problem. I gave him the hundred and told him I would want a copy of security tapes of her coming in and going out of the motel and his room. He said no sweat and he would take them home copy them and return me a copy. He said all the first floors had cameras and would see that he got a room on first floor. He said we could get picture of her going rite into the rooms. I said Tom you are all right and slipped him 50 more and told him there is more when I get the tapes. He thanked me and then said love-doing work for you we both laughed.
In the next ten day I bought the other tape recorder and experiment with it. I could tape up to 4 hrs of voice by paralleling some batteries to get longer recorder time and it also worked on a/c, if outlet was around. I didn’t know how long they would be in there but think a few hours were sufficient. It cost 75 dollars but money well spent. As I checked her email I could see he was getting ready to lay her and she wasn’t resisting his moves. She sent him a few pictures of her with the kids and one with her in a bikini out fit. She just took the bikini one in our bedroom when I was out. She uses that outfit when we go to friends that have a hot tub. Dam she looked good in the picture it was a hot pose. John came back saying how hot she looked and now he had to get a room with a hot tub. She told him all he needed was a room. Damn was I pissed, they were acting like teenage kids. I put the one tape recorder in a briefcase and showed Tom how to turn it on and he wanted me to open it so he would see that it wasn’t a bomb. We laughed at that. He said that when he leaves the room, he would put in under the bed.
John called on the 25th at 7 PM and Sharon was out of the house by 7:30, she said she was going shopping with some girls and drinks afterwards. She said she should be home before midnight. Sharon was setting me up all weekend by saying she had shopping to do. She didn’t tell the girls she had to shopping because they would want to go. She told them she had to meet friends.
After work the next day I went to see Tom and get my stuff and slip him another 50 bucks. Everything worked out perfect for both of us. She met John and I met Tom. Tom gave me a copy of the tapes and my briefcase back, I took the tape out of briefcase and put a new one back into it and handed it back to him. They might come to night, so put it back under the bed. I got home and went to the basement to check my tapes and videos. Tom taped 5 minutes before she came in the motel and after. He also taped his room 5 before and 5 after. Also when she left each place, damn Tom did a good job. Next I started to listen to the tape that was under the bed. You could pick up everything, they had some wine and talked, they didn’t take John long to get sex into it the conversation. Dam I wish it was a video. They were on the bed and John was talking dirty. He wanted her fine tits in his mouth; he couldn’t get over how firm her tits were. You could hear the slurping going on and him say how he wants to suck the firm tits of hers. Later she was screaming for him to lick her pussy. Then he said don’t push my head so hard I can’t breather. She told him she loved the way he ate the pussy. Then they started to fuck and boy they both were vocal. The tape was a good turn on it got me hard.
Just then Sharon called down that supper was ready. I went up stairs and was quizzing Sharon on what she bought at the mall and where she went and what time she got home. I know she got to the Inn at 7:45. The girls jumped her for not saying she went to the mall. She said she couldn’t say what she got as it was a surprise. She said she met the girls but didn’t say where and that she was home before midnight. It was to minute before midnight when she came in. I asked if she had a good time and she said yes that she would have to do it more often. I was thinking to my self over my dead body. After we ate I went down to listen to more of the tape. They took a rest break and talked and drank wine. He said he liked the trim job she had done on her pussy but he would rather see it bald. Nothing like a bald pussy to turn a guy on. He said that he wanted to cum in her mouth and she said she don’t like to do that. He said lets do 69 now and dam if he didn’t shoot in her mouth and she did swallow the whole load. Well so much for not letting someone shoot in your mouth. Lol they talked some more and drank more wine. He said how turned on the bikini pose was. She said she did it when I was out of the house and put it on the scanner. She said it turned her on and she wanted to send a few nude ones but didn’t have the nerve to do it. He said to shave and sent him some nudes ones with her asshole showing. Then he told her to turn over so he could play with her butt. They fucked a short while after that and talked a lot more. To hear him talk to her it sounded like he owned her. Before they left the room he said to shave the pussy next time. Just then upstairs phone rang. It was John and he said he had meeting all day and had one tonight and he thinks he will be busy tomorrow but will call her for sure. He asked if the shave went all right and she said he would have to wait and see.
Next day I got a call from Tom. He said John had a girl over and I should come and reset the tape. We both laughed and I went over to get the tape and to reset it. Sure enough he had another girl over Thursday night too, and I got that on tape of it, John left Friday for home and to rest I think. It was six weeks before he came to town again. We had a lot of sex and it was hotter than hell. She gave me a line of shit that she shaved her pussy for me. She would want to suck me and swallow it. She never did much of that before except on special occasion. I even got to do her ass a few times and that was always only a yearly event. I checked her email on regular basics and sure enough there were nude pictures of her with pussy and ass spread. This guy could work magic on the girls.
The Friday before he came into town we were sitting down at dinner and I told every one I had a card game I was going to on Tuesday night. I said when I leave work I was going out for a few beers and dinner with the guys. Then we were going to the card game. I said I would get a motel room for the night so I didn’t have to drive drunk and would take clothes for the next day and would see them Wednesday after work. I said you all behave and no guys over. The two girls laugh at this. I said if you need me call the cell phone. Then I asked Sharon if she had any plans, she said no she was going to stay at home. I said don’t call me unless it’s an emergency.
From the emails I have read of hers, they said they would meet on Tuesday, same time and place and to bring more photos’s, of shaved pussy. I got up early to check her email before she did. They did not change their plans. Everyone came down and we ate, I got my bag and kissed Sharon goodbye and that I would see her Wednesday’s night she said ok. I went to work but it was a long day. Finally it was quitting time so I had a few beers with some friends. Then I headed to the motel to confront them. I saw Tom and he said John was in the bar. He should meet Sharon at the main door then they had to walk pass the desk and down a long hall to his room. It was now 7:15 and I left for where I would hide. Any minute John would come out and wait for Sharon to show up. I got to the ice room where I was going to hide. I called home to check on what Sharon told the kids because she said she was going to stay at home. The kids said mom said she was going to stay with a sick friend and that she might stay overnight. I asked who was sick and they didn’t know. They said she wants us to call her cell phone if any thing comes up. I said ok guys behave your self and I’ll see you later, my game was canceled and mom and me would be home in little while.
I got a call on house phone they were on their way to the room. As I was in the ice room I could see in the coke machine glass them coming down the hall. I filled the bucket with half ice and half water and walked out with it up near my head. As I walked out I ran right into Sharon head and spilled the ice and water all over her head and the nice new dress.
John said, “you asshole, watch where you are going”.
“I’m sorry,” I said, then I said “Sharon”
“John Matin”
“What are you guys doing here”? Wish I had a picture of the look on there face.
Sharon said “I just ran into John and he was going to buy me a drink”.
“Oh I see he was going to buy you a drink in his motel room”.
“No, he forgot his wallet in his room and we were getting it”.
“Good for a minute I thought you were fucking cheating on me”
“I will walk you to the room and you can show me where your wallet is”.
John stepped in and said, “I don’t like what you are thinking”.
I grabbed him by the throat and push him into the wall till his head bounced off it a few times. Then I let him have it in the midsection. He bends over and I came up with my knee to his head and face. His nose was broke and blood all over the place. I reached down to his pants and felt for a wallet, it was there.
I said, “well at least now we know where your wallet is”. I reach into the ice room and came out with a towel. Throwing it to him on the floor, I grab Sharon’s hand and we left.
We got in her car and I started to drive us home. She sat there in complete silence. I think she was thinking of how she could get out of it. After five minutes of silence
I said, “you could start your lies anytime you want. Then again you might show some decency and come out with the truth. It’s all up to you. One hand you got a fine marriage and the other hand you got divorce court. What’s is it going to be girl”.
A few more minutes went by and then she asked what I was doing there?
“I told you I had a card game at the motel and I was getting ice for guys”.
“Now what the fuck were you doing there”?
When we got home the kids wanted to know what was going on. There mother looked like a drown rat and dad looked as good as ever. She told them she wanted them in bed now. They said it was 8 PM, she said up stairs in your room now or you will be grounded for the whole summer. The kids could see that she meant it so they picked up their schoolwork and headed up the stairs. She said I’d be up later to kiss you good night. She went to the refrigerator for a