I had always felt comfortable when around other guys. Secure in my sexuality, I knew I was only into women. Confident with my body and size, I had never been embarrassed in the locker room or when changing around guys. I kept myself in good shape: decent six-pack abs, toned arms ... and a 7" cock with just the right amount of girth. I kept my pubes shaved close to make it look even bigger. So it almost goes without saying that moving into the guy's dorm, at the start of my freshman year of college, was an easy transition.
My roommate Adam and I hit it off right away. He was attractive, outgoing, and girl-crazy; thus, we had a lot in common right off the bat. The dorm rooms were small and privacy was non-existent, so out of necessity we got to know each other pretty quickly. In fact, sometimes when one of us was with a girl in our room, the other would stay and just fake sleep. We were somehow able to pull this off with the help of the dorm room's bunk beds. Adam was on the bottom bunk and I had the top. There were plenty of nights during which I faked sleep while listening to him fuck some drunk co-ed on the bunk below me, and vice versa. It was definitely an open secret that the one not getting laid was jerking off to the action; something about which neither of us - though we might have smiled slightly - ever spoke.
We'd even developed a little bit of a routine on the nights when neither had gotten lucky. Returning to our dorm in the evening, drunk, horny, and without girls, we'd have a stroke session together. We'd just chill, lounge around naked in the room, watch porn, and jerk ourselves off. We never mentioned it when we were sober, nor even while drunk; still we found ourselves jerking off together at least once a week. The unspoken cue was when one of us started surfing the net for porn. The other would then sit down next to him, and we'd both watch the action, talking about the girls, what we liked, and what we wanted to do. Eventually our cocks would get hard and we'd jerk ourselves to sleep. Things went on like this for four years with not even a hint of more happening. We parted ways after graduation: I left for grad school in Boston, and Adam left to do the same in Chicago.
About six months after the start of grad school I found some time off, so I flew out to Chicago to chill with Adam. He'd mentioned that he was doing well with the girls out there, and so I was looking forward to seeing what kind of damage I could do in a new city. After I dropped my bag off at his new apartment, we immediately went out to hit the bars. We drank hard and settled in to have a great time.
As the night went on, I found myself on a barstool off to one end of the bar, enjoying a flirty conversation with a very sexy woman named Jane. At thirty years old, she was about eight years older than Adam and me and still as sexy as ever. She had all of the requisite curves and good looks, yet she also had a level of confidence and self-awareness that I hadn't seen in the college-aged girls I was used to picking up. Adam sat a few people down the bar from us, chatting it up with a younger girl named Lauren. She looked smoking hot, was still in college, and was enamored with Adam. So far things were looking perfect for my first night in Chicago.
Unfortunately, Lauren seemed a little too much into Adam. He found that he had somehow flirted his way past the 'late night bar fuck' category and into the 'potential boyfriend' category; so when it was time to go back to his apartment she bailed out at the last minute, deciding to go home instead, acting like a good girl and not sleeping with him on the first night. She sauntered off into her cab, and Jane and I ... and a dejected Adam got into another.
Too drunk to bother trying to hide his disappointment, he muttered, "I can't fucking believe what just happened," as we drove away.
Jane laughingly said, "I thought you had it." She shook her head, smiling at her new friend's misery. Then she said, "I guess I'll just have to work overtime tonight." Her words just hung there in the air.
Had she really just said what I thought she said? I thought to myself. Was it a joke or ... had she just offered us a ... threesome?
The cab got us to Adam's apartment without much fanfare, during which neither Adam nor I attempted to clarify or probe into what Jane had said ... though clearly we both had heard her. As the three of us rode up in the elevator I felt uncharacteristically nervous. This situation just felt different, and I had a sneaking feeling that Adam and I would both be getting laid tonight, after all.
Once we were inside his apartment, Adam proceeded to the kitchen to make us all some vodka tonics while I chose some music and put it on. Jane followed me into the living room, sat down on the couch, and took off her heels. Adam returned with the drinks and we all clinked our glasses together. One round of drinks turned into three ... and now we were all good and drunk again, yet a strange sort of awkwardness hung in the air. Jane had not mentioned anything further so I was beginning to think she had been joking about 'working overtime'.
Of course she had been ... she must have been ...
Adam excused himself to use the bathroom, leaving Jane and me alone together. The bathroom was at the other end of the apartment, far enough away so that we had a little bit of privacy. I quickly made my move on Jane and soon we were making out on the couch. I figured Adam would see us as he returned from the bathroom and might just go off into his room so I could fuck Jane on his couch. He had been gone long enough, so at first it seemed like he had been thinking along the same lines ... until I heard him put his glass down on the table. I had been too busy kissing Jane to even notice that he'd returned. So there we were: Jane and me on the couch, still sitting but intertwined in an embrace, and Adam who leaned a little unsteadily against the wall about five feet away.
Through a vodka fog, I watched Jane twist easily in my embrace and wave him over, at which point he seemed to just float toward us. She reached for his hand and guided him down, pulling him close so she could passionately kiss him. She wrapped her left hand around his arm, while her right still rubbed my leg. Tilting her head, she pulled away from him, saying sweetly, "Bedroom?" This, she knew, was a question that didn't need an answer.
All three of us got up from the couch and moved to his room. Adam walked over to the far side of the bed and then looked over at me. I nodded. As if on cue, all three of us began to undress. Jane was beautiful, and somehow even more confident, naked, than she had been during our flirtation at the bar. We were putty in her hands, and she knew it.
The next thing I knew, the three of us were laying on the bed together and things had taken on a playful tone. This was, after all, not some hardcore, double-penetration porn scenario. This was three drunk people having a very fun time. Adam sat with his back leaning up against the headboard and watched Jane crawl toward him. She knelt in-between his legs and, gently grasping his already hard cock in her right hand, immediately began to suck it. Adam was in heaven! She seemed to know exactly what she was doing. I knelt next to her and slid my right hand between her legs, gently rubbing her clit and fingering her. Each time I pressed on her clit she moaned, the sound muffled somewhat by Adam's cock.
Without taking her mouth off of him, she reached over to me and gently guided me further up the bed. Now Adam lay flat on his back, and I knelt next to him. Our cocks were only about a foot apart and Jane expertly alternated between us, using her left hand to jerk Adam off while she sucked me. Then she moved her head down and sucked him while using her right hand to squeeze and stroke my balls.
I really wanted to taste her, so I gently but firmly peeled her off of Adam's cock. I rolled her onto her back, lay down between her legs and started to go to town, licking her clit and fingering her, my efforts succeeding in making her extremely wet and vocal. I looked up to see Adam standing next to the bed, feeding her his cock while playing with her tits. The sight was exquisite, so erotic. I tongue-fucked her until her thighs ran slick with her juices and my saliva, and she began to close them around my head. I felt one hand reach down between her thighs and grab a handful of my hair for leverage, to grind her pussy deeper onto my face. Her juices ran down my nose and spread across my cheeks, dribbling down my chin ... as she began quiver. She'd stopped sucking Adam, because her moans came out louder and clearer, then suddenly she let out a scream and arched her back. Instantly, she pushed me away from her pulsing and too-sensitive clit. I crawled up to her and kissed her passionately, letting her taste the result of all of that hard work.
For recovery time, all Jane needed was a pause lasting the span of a couple of deep breaths. Within seconds she was ready to resume the fun. She bounced up off the bed with enthusiasm and purpose, guiding Adam and then me into position, laying side by side on our backs with our legs hanging off the bed. She knelt on the floor and began to eagerly suck both of our cocks again, this time deep-throating us with tons of drool coating our cocks, moving her mouth from one to the other and using both hands to jerk us off. She had us in total euphoria, moaning in brainless ecstasy.
Suddenly she stopped and climbed back onto the bed. Glistening with sweat, saliva, and cum, she lay on her back and motioned for Adam to climb on top of her. As soon as he was in place above her, she raised her legs up and placed her ankles on his shoulders, then used her left hand to guide him into her, while her right hand firmly grasped his ass cheek to press him deeper. Her pussy swallowed him instantly, and soon he was furiously pumping away, fucking her as hard as he could.
My roommate Adam and I hit it off right away. He was attractive, outgoing, and girl-crazy; thus, we had a lot in common right off the bat. The dorm rooms were small and privacy was non-existent, so out of necessity we got to know each other pretty quickly. In fact, sometimes when one of us was with a girl in our room, the other would stay and just fake sleep. We were somehow able to pull this off with the help of the dorm room's bunk beds. Adam was on the bottom bunk and I had the top. There were plenty of nights during which I faked sleep while listening to him fuck some drunk co-ed on the bunk below me, and vice versa. It was definitely an open secret that the one not getting laid was jerking off to the action; something about which neither of us - though we might have smiled slightly - ever spoke.
We'd even developed a little bit of a routine on the nights when neither had gotten lucky. Returning to our dorm in the evening, drunk, horny, and without girls, we'd have a stroke session together. We'd just chill, lounge around naked in the room, watch porn, and jerk ourselves off. We never mentioned it when we were sober, nor even while drunk; still we found ourselves jerking off together at least once a week. The unspoken cue was when one of us started surfing the net for porn. The other would then sit down next to him, and we'd both watch the action, talking about the girls, what we liked, and what we wanted to do. Eventually our cocks would get hard and we'd jerk ourselves to sleep. Things went on like this for four years with not even a hint of more happening. We parted ways after graduation: I left for grad school in Boston, and Adam left to do the same in Chicago.
About six months after the start of grad school I found some time off, so I flew out to Chicago to chill with Adam. He'd mentioned that he was doing well with the girls out there, and so I was looking forward to seeing what kind of damage I could do in a new city. After I dropped my bag off at his new apartment, we immediately went out to hit the bars. We drank hard and settled in to have a great time.
As the night went on, I found myself on a barstool off to one end of the bar, enjoying a flirty conversation with a very sexy woman named Jane. At thirty years old, she was about eight years older than Adam and me and still as sexy as ever. She had all of the requisite curves and good looks, yet she also had a level of confidence and self-awareness that I hadn't seen in the college-aged girls I was used to picking up. Adam sat a few people down the bar from us, chatting it up with a younger girl named Lauren. She looked smoking hot, was still in college, and was enamored with Adam. So far things were looking perfect for my first night in Chicago.
Unfortunately, Lauren seemed a little too much into Adam. He found that he had somehow flirted his way past the 'late night bar fuck' category and into the 'potential boyfriend' category; so when it was time to go back to his apartment she bailed out at the last minute, deciding to go home instead, acting like a good girl and not sleeping with him on the first night. She sauntered off into her cab, and Jane and I ... and a dejected Adam got into another.
Too drunk to bother trying to hide his disappointment, he muttered, "I can't fucking believe what just happened," as we drove away.
Jane laughingly said, "I thought you had it." She shook her head, smiling at her new friend's misery. Then she said, "I guess I'll just have to work overtime tonight." Her words just hung there in the air.
Had she really just said what I thought she said? I thought to myself. Was it a joke or ... had she just offered us a ... threesome?
The cab got us to Adam's apartment without much fanfare, during which neither Adam nor I attempted to clarify or probe into what Jane had said ... though clearly we both had heard her. As the three of us rode up in the elevator I felt uncharacteristically nervous. This situation just felt different, and I had a sneaking feeling that Adam and I would both be getting laid tonight, after all.
Once we were inside his apartment, Adam proceeded to the kitchen to make us all some vodka tonics while I chose some music and put it on. Jane followed me into the living room, sat down on the couch, and took off her heels. Adam returned with the drinks and we all clinked our glasses together. One round of drinks turned into three ... and now we were all good and drunk again, yet a strange sort of awkwardness hung in the air. Jane had not mentioned anything further so I was beginning to think she had been joking about 'working overtime'.
Of course she had been ... she must have been ...
Adam excused himself to use the bathroom, leaving Jane and me alone together. The bathroom was at the other end of the apartment, far enough away so that we had a little bit of privacy. I quickly made my move on Jane and soon we were making out on the couch. I figured Adam would see us as he returned from the bathroom and might just go off into his room so I could fuck Jane on his couch. He had been gone long enough, so at first it seemed like he had been thinking along the same lines ... until I heard him put his glass down on the table. I had been too busy kissing Jane to even notice that he'd returned. So there we were: Jane and me on the couch, still sitting but intertwined in an embrace, and Adam who leaned a little unsteadily against the wall about five feet away.
Through a vodka fog, I watched Jane twist easily in my embrace and wave him over, at which point he seemed to just float toward us. She reached for his hand and guided him down, pulling him close so she could passionately kiss him. She wrapped her left hand around his arm, while her right still rubbed my leg. Tilting her head, she pulled away from him, saying sweetly, "Bedroom?" This, she knew, was a question that didn't need an answer.
All three of us got up from the couch and moved to his room. Adam walked over to the far side of the bed and then looked over at me. I nodded. As if on cue, all three of us began to undress. Jane was beautiful, and somehow even more confident, naked, than she had been during our flirtation at the bar. We were putty in her hands, and she knew it.
The next thing I knew, the three of us were laying on the bed together and things had taken on a playful tone. This was, after all, not some hardcore, double-penetration porn scenario. This was three drunk people having a very fun time. Adam sat with his back leaning up against the headboard and watched Jane crawl toward him. She knelt in-between his legs and, gently grasping his already hard cock in her right hand, immediately began to suck it. Adam was in heaven! She seemed to know exactly what she was doing. I knelt next to her and slid my right hand between her legs, gently rubbing her clit and fingering her. Each time I pressed on her clit she moaned, the sound muffled somewhat by Adam's cock.
Without taking her mouth off of him, she reached over to me and gently guided me further up the bed. Now Adam lay flat on his back, and I knelt next to him. Our cocks were only about a foot apart and Jane expertly alternated between us, using her left hand to jerk Adam off while she sucked me. Then she moved her head down and sucked him while using her right hand to squeeze and stroke my balls.
I really wanted to taste her, so I gently but firmly peeled her off of Adam's cock. I rolled her onto her back, lay down between her legs and started to go to town, licking her clit and fingering her, my efforts succeeding in making her extremely wet and vocal. I looked up to see Adam standing next to the bed, feeding her his cock while playing with her tits. The sight was exquisite, so erotic. I tongue-fucked her until her thighs ran slick with her juices and my saliva, and she began to close them around my head. I felt one hand reach down between her thighs and grab a handful of my hair for leverage, to grind her pussy deeper onto my face. Her juices ran down my nose and spread across my cheeks, dribbling down my chin ... as she began quiver. She'd stopped sucking Adam, because her moans came out louder and clearer, then suddenly she let out a scream and arched her back. Instantly, she pushed me away from her pulsing and too-sensitive clit. I crawled up to her and kissed her passionately, letting her taste the result of all of that hard work.
For recovery time, all Jane needed was a pause lasting the span of a couple of deep breaths. Within seconds she was ready to resume the fun. She bounced up off the bed with enthusiasm and purpose, guiding Adam and then me into position, laying side by side on our backs with our legs hanging off the bed. She knelt on the floor and began to eagerly suck both of our cocks again, this time deep-throating us with tons of drool coating our cocks, moving her mouth from one to the other and using both hands to jerk us off. She had us in total euphoria, moaning in brainless ecstasy.
Suddenly she stopped and climbed back onto the bed. Glistening with sweat, saliva, and cum, she lay on her back and motioned for Adam to climb on top of her. As soon as he was in place above her, she raised her legs up and placed her ankles on his shoulders, then used her left hand to guide him into her, while her right hand firmly grasped his ass cheek to press him deeper. Her pussy swallowed him instantly, and soon he was furiously pumping away, fucking her as hard as he could.
She was taking it like a champion, and I watched him pump in and out of her until it drove me to the edge. I needed to somehow get in on the action, so I stood next to the bed by Jane's head and placed my cock near her sweaty, bobbing face. My cock dripped a steady ooze of pre-cum from the tip and Jane opened her lips, her tongue snaking out to gobble it up. Adam seemed close to cumming; a sheen of sweat was now visible all over his body. I stood mesmerized by the sight, wondering if I too was going to get a chance to fuck her. I was close to cumming ... I wasn't going to last much longer.
Jane reached her right hand around me and planted it on my ass, pulling me closer to her and deeper into her hot wet mouth, bobbing up and down from Adam's thrusts. She then reached up with her left hand and wrapped it around Adam's neck to pull his face down toward hers. She was pulling him down closer and closer to my cock! I suddenly became apprehensive, but the urge to let it happen became overwhelming. She had his face all the way down to hers when suddenly she freed my cock from her mouth, and firmly grabbed hold of it. She began to deeply kiss Adam, holding my dick just an inch or two away from their mouths. All of a sudden I desperately wanted to have a 'bi' experience. My heart began to race as waves of nervous heat cascaded through me: I didn't want to read this situation wrong and ruin everything. And I definitely didn't want to make the first move. I prayed that neither of them would make eye-contact with me, looking to me for direction. Seconds seemed to last forever. Their kiss went on for what seemed like an eternity. Jane held tightly to my cock, forcing me to be within inches of their deep kiss.
When she finally pulled away from Adam just enough to create some breathing room, her left hand guided the back of his head while her right held my shaft in a death grip. His head moved toward me ... and I moved toward him. She leaned in so that her lips, Adam's lips, and my cock all converged at the very same moment. They played and flicked with each other's tongues, with my cock in the middle. I could hardly believe it when Adam's tongue actually touched my dick ... and I hoped he wouldn't look up, still scared to admit that I was enjoying this ... or that I even wanted it.
Then it happened. Jane gradually pulled her head away, and guided my cock in between Adam's parted lips. There was no pretending that this was incidental contact, and I felt my cock slide in deeper and then out, stroking inside his accepting mouth as his lips closed around my shaft. He had stopped fucking Jane, and just rested inside her while he focused on his new adventure. Jane looked up at me with a huge smile of satisfaction and enjoyment, and began to whisper words of encouragement to both of us.
"This is so fucking hot," she murmured softly. "This is so sexy."
Very quickly it was more than I could take. The nervousness, excitement and pleasure caught up with me and I was going to cum in about two seconds. I had no idea what to do: should I just cum in Adam's mouth, or should I say something? Awkwardly I stuttered, "Uh ... I ... I'm gonna cum!"
Upon hearing me Adam hesitated for a second too long, so his mouth was still wrapped around my cock when my first spurt of cum blasted out. But he pulled away fast enough after that so the next blast flew between him and Jane. She quickly pulled the head of my cock into her mouth and began to suck the remaining spurts out of me. My knees went weak from the intensity of my orgasm. I looked down anxiously but couldn't tell if Adam had swallowed or not, nor if he was pissed off ... yet his face remained just inches from my cock which was still jerking from the aftershocks, buried deep down Jane's throat. He was there of his own free will now, no longer guided or held there by Jane. She had swallowed most of my cum, but let some dribble all over her lips, and then leaned in to kiss Adam again. I could see my sticky cum mixing in with their sloppy kiss.
Instantly, Adam began to pump ferociously into Jane again. He fucked her as hard as he could and I could tell he was ready to cum. Suddenly I had an urge to touch his cock; I had never touched a dick other than my own before, but now the urge was overwhelming and this was my chance. As he ferociously pumped into her I reached behind him, between his legs, and began to massage his balls. I played and tugged at them for only about ten seconds or so before he moaned and began to shake, and then suddenly announced his own impending orgasm. He pulled out of Jane and before he'd even had a chance to grab his own dick I reached out and grabbed him, pumping his cock as he screamed his orgasm and shot load after load all over Jane. I felt his cock throb in my hand. Hot cum dripped off of my fingers; it felt fantastic! Exhausted and spent, the three of us collapsed onto the bed and lay there for a little while ... in silence.
It seemed as though Adam and I were still too scared to make eye contact, so I felt a little relieved when he sprang up from the bed and said he was going to go and make us each another drink.
As he left the room I grabbed a towel off of the back of his door and gave it to Jane, who smiled mischievously and thanked me; somehow this just lightened up the whole mood. I felt at ease again, sitting there naked, talking with her and listening to her light laughter that seemed to instantly disarm any inhibition.
"That was crazy!" Trying to express how I felt, this was all that came out of my mouth.
"Crazy hot!" she replied.
"I have never touched a guy like that," I confessed. "I'm pretty sure that was Adam's first as well." I suddenly started to wonder if it really was his first.
"Did you like it?"
I smiled and just gave her a simple, "Yes."
Adam entered the room, still naked, holding our three stiff drinks. I could sense his nervousness. We all lay around for a while, talking about nothing, drinking ... recovering. It was nice to feel so comfortable and free. The conversation eventually touched on the fun we had all just had, and both Adam and I admitted to loving every second of it. We even told Jane about how we used to jerk off together while watching porn in our dorm room. She was amazed we'd never taken things any further.
Light caresses eventually became heavy petting, and soon the three of us were intertwined and going at it again. Only this time there was a sense that everything was out on the table ... and this time I was not hesitant, at all, to touch or to be touched. Once, as Adam lay on his back with his legs spread, I seized the opportunity to suck my first cock. I quickly positioned myself between his legs, wrapped my hand around his shaft, and guided the head of his cock into my mouth. I'm not certain I was any good at it, but I definitely enjoyed having him in my mouth. His moans indicated he was enjoying it as well. I reached underneath so I could gently caress his balls while my mouth worked over the head of his cock. Jane made her way down to me, and soon we were taking turns: she deep throated him while I sucked and licked his balls, then she licked her way down to me and I headed up and started sucking his cock again.
He seemed to be having way too much fun so I playfully announced, "My turn!" and traded spots with him. Now it was my turn to just lay back, in heaven, and be on the receiving end of all of the lavish attention. It was amazing! I closed my eyes and savored the difference between Adam's and Jane's alternating sucking: her experienced and enthusiastic laving and suckling, followed by the taboo excitement of Adam's eager mouth sucking me off.
Eventually Jane climbed on top and straddled me. She grabbed my saliva-soaked cock in her right hand and held it straight up, guiding it into her pussy. Slowly she lowered herself down onto the full length. There is nothing quite as welcoming as the feeling of the inside of a receptive woman. Jane's pussy was extremely wet, and scorching hot. Her juices instantly coated my shaft, and it was clear that she was in no mood to play around. She moved as if in a sex-fueled trance. Needing desperately to cum, she bounced up and down on me, with her eyes closed and a very sexy look of concentration on her face. She reached back to pull Adam closer, grabbing the back of his head and kissing him deeply. He began to lightly pinch and tug at her nipples. Her moans grew louder, and she stopped bouncing up and down on me, instead grinding back and forth. I felt my raging cock swirl around inside of her as she ground her clit along my pubic bone. She seemed able to withhold her orgasm, at the point of almost exploding, prolonging her enjoyment. Adam suddenly pulled his body up alongside mine, and then farther up so his cock was in line with my face. With his left hand, he guided his erection toward my mouth; I opened eagerly and he slid himself right in.
It was almost impossible to keep from cumming immediately: there I lay, with Jane grinding away on top of me, my hands firmly planted on her ass cheeks forcing our bodies together, while Adam fed me his cock. Occasionally, he pulled himself out of my mouth only to put his balls where his cock used to be, and have me suck on them. Jane pressed two of her fingers to her clit and very quickly began to crescendo in enjoyment. I felt the spasms began to roll through her body as her cum dripped copiously down onto my thighs. She screamed, panted, and convulsed in the throes of what was probably the most intense orgasm I had ever seen.
As her climax subsided she climbed off of me, her pussy too sensitive to be touched. Soon she re-focused, and turned back to Adam and me with a renewed sense of purpose. Adam was still using my mouth to alternate sucking his cock and balls and I could tell he too was desperate for release.
Jane reached her right hand around me and planted it on my ass, pulling me closer to her and deeper into her hot wet mouth, bobbing up and down from Adam's thrusts. She then reached up with her left hand and wrapped it around Adam's neck to pull his face down toward hers. She was pulling him down closer and closer to my cock! I suddenly became apprehensive, but the urge to let it happen became overwhelming. She had his face all the way down to hers when suddenly she freed my cock from her mouth, and firmly grabbed hold of it. She began to deeply kiss Adam, holding my dick just an inch or two away from their mouths. All of a sudden I desperately wanted to have a 'bi' experience. My heart began to race as waves of nervous heat cascaded through me: I didn't want to read this situation wrong and ruin everything. And I definitely didn't want to make the first move. I prayed that neither of them would make eye-contact with me, looking to me for direction. Seconds seemed to last forever. Their kiss went on for what seemed like an eternity. Jane held tightly to my cock, forcing me to be within inches of their deep kiss.
When she finally pulled away from Adam just enough to create some breathing room, her left hand guided the back of his head while her right held my shaft in a death grip. His head moved toward me ... and I moved toward him. She leaned in so that her lips, Adam's lips, and my cock all converged at the very same moment. They played and flicked with each other's tongues, with my cock in the middle. I could hardly believe it when Adam's tongue actually touched my dick ... and I hoped he wouldn't look up, still scared to admit that I was enjoying this ... or that I even wanted it.
Then it happened. Jane gradually pulled her head away, and guided my cock in between Adam's parted lips. There was no pretending that this was incidental contact, and I felt my cock slide in deeper and then out, stroking inside his accepting mouth as his lips closed around my shaft. He had stopped fucking Jane, and just rested inside her while he focused on his new adventure. Jane looked up at me with a huge smile of satisfaction and enjoyment, and began to whisper words of encouragement to both of us.
"This is so fucking hot," she murmured softly. "This is so sexy."
Very quickly it was more than I could take. The nervousness, excitement and pleasure caught up with me and I was going to cum in about two seconds. I had no idea what to do: should I just cum in Adam's mouth, or should I say something? Awkwardly I stuttered, "Uh ... I ... I'm gonna cum!"
Upon hearing me Adam hesitated for a second too long, so his mouth was still wrapped around my cock when my first spurt of cum blasted out. But he pulled away fast enough after that so the next blast flew between him and Jane. She quickly pulled the head of my cock into her mouth and began to suck the remaining spurts out of me. My knees went weak from the intensity of my orgasm. I looked down anxiously but couldn't tell if Adam had swallowed or not, nor if he was pissed off ... yet his face remained just inches from my cock which was still jerking from the aftershocks, buried deep down Jane's throat. He was there of his own free will now, no longer guided or held there by Jane. She had swallowed most of my cum, but let some dribble all over her lips, and then leaned in to kiss Adam again. I could see my sticky cum mixing in with their sloppy kiss.
Instantly, Adam began to pump ferociously into Jane again. He fucked her as hard as he could and I could tell he was ready to cum. Suddenly I had an urge to touch his cock; I had never touched a dick other than my own before, but now the urge was overwhelming and this was my chance. As he ferociously pumped into her I reached behind him, between his legs, and began to massage his balls. I played and tugged at them for only about ten seconds or so before he moaned and began to shake, and then suddenly announced his own impending orgasm. He pulled out of Jane and before he'd even had a chance to grab his own dick I reached out and grabbed him, pumping his cock as he screamed his orgasm and shot load after load all over Jane. I felt his cock throb in my hand. Hot cum dripped off of my fingers; it felt fantastic! Exhausted and spent, the three of us collapsed onto the bed and lay there for a little while ... in silence.
It seemed as though Adam and I were still too scared to make eye contact, so I felt a little relieved when he sprang up from the bed and said he was going to go and make us each another drink.
As he left the room I grabbed a towel off of the back of his door and gave it to Jane, who smiled mischievously and thanked me; somehow this just lightened up the whole mood. I felt at ease again, sitting there naked, talking with her and listening to her light laughter that seemed to instantly disarm any inhibition.
"That was crazy!" Trying to express how I felt, this was all that came out of my mouth.
"Crazy hot!" she replied.
"I have never touched a guy like that," I confessed. "I'm pretty sure that was Adam's first as well." I suddenly started to wonder if it really was his first.
"Did you like it?"
I smiled and just gave her a simple, "Yes."
Adam entered the room, still naked, holding our three stiff drinks. I could sense his nervousness. We all lay around for a while, talking about nothing, drinking ... recovering. It was nice to feel so comfortable and free. The conversation eventually touched on the fun we had all just had, and both Adam and I admitted to loving every second of it. We even told Jane about how we used to jerk off together while watching porn in our dorm room. She was amazed we'd never taken things any further.
Light caresses eventually became heavy petting, and soon the three of us were intertwined and going at it again. Only this time there was a sense that everything was out on the table ... and this time I was not hesitant, at all, to touch or to be touched. Once, as Adam lay on his back with his legs spread, I seized the opportunity to suck my first cock. I quickly positioned myself between his legs, wrapped my hand around his shaft, and guided the head of his cock into my mouth. I'm not certain I was any good at it, but I definitely enjoyed having him in my mouth. His moans indicated he was enjoying it as well. I reached underneath so I could gently caress his balls while my mouth worked over the head of his cock. Jane made her way down to me, and soon we were taking turns: she deep throated him while I sucked and licked his balls, then she licked her way down to me and I headed up and started sucking his cock again.
He seemed to be having way too much fun so I playfully announced, "My turn!" and traded spots with him. Now it was my turn to just lay back, in heaven, and be on the receiving end of all of the lavish attention. It was amazing! I closed my eyes and savored the difference between Adam's and Jane's alternating sucking: her experienced and enthusiastic laving and suckling, followed by the taboo excitement of Adam's eager mouth sucking me off.
Eventually Jane climbed on top and straddled me. She grabbed my saliva-soaked cock in her right hand and held it straight up, guiding it into her pussy. Slowly she lowered herself down onto the full length. There is nothing quite as welcoming as the feeling of the inside of a receptive woman. Jane's pussy was extremely wet, and scorching hot. Her juices instantly coated my shaft, and it was clear that she was in no mood to play around. She moved as if in a sex-fueled trance. Needing desperately to cum, she bounced up and down on me, with her eyes closed and a very sexy look of concentration on her face. She reached back to pull Adam closer, grabbing the back of his head and kissing him deeply. He began to lightly pinch and tug at her nipples. Her moans grew louder, and she stopped bouncing up and down on me, instead grinding back and forth. I felt my raging cock swirl around inside of her as she ground her clit along my pubic bone. She seemed able to withhold her orgasm, at the point of almost exploding, prolonging her enjoyment. Adam suddenly pulled his body up alongside mine, and then farther up so his cock was in line with my face. With his left hand, he guided his erection toward my mouth; I opened eagerly and he slid himself right in.
It was almost impossible to keep from cumming immediately: there I lay, with Jane grinding away on top of me, my hands firmly planted on her ass cheeks forcing our bodies together, while Adam fed me his cock. Occasionally, he pulled himself out of my mouth only to put his balls where his cock used to be, and have me suck on them. Jane pressed two of her fingers to her clit and very quickly began to crescendo in enjoyment. I felt the spasms began to roll through her body as her cum dripped copiously down onto my thighs. She screamed, panted, and convulsed in the throes of what was probably the most intense orgasm I had ever seen.
As her climax subsided she climbed off of me, her pussy too sensitive to be touched. Soon she re-focused, and turned back to Adam and me with a renewed sense of purpose. Adam was still using my mouth to alternate sucking his cock and balls and I could tell he too was desperate for release.
His erection had seemed to grow and harden even more within just the last minute. I tasted the first drops of his pre-cum as Jane walked up behind him and started to run her hands all over his body. Slowly she slowly lowered herself onto her knees, kissing her way down his back and eventually licking along his ass cheeks and tonguing his ass crack. Her ministrations forced him to bend toward me slightly. Soon she was rimming his ass and had Adam moaning like an internet porn star. She dribbled spit into his rear entrance and tongue-fucked deeper and deeper into his puckered hole. His moans turned to deep groans, and I had to stop sucking him for a few seconds just so I could enjoy the sight as she worked over his asshole. I watched her slide one finger up and deep into Adam's ass, at which point he let out some moans of pleasure mixed with sighs of pain, his body taut and his cock rock hard, breathing deeply and bent in half. I adjusted my position to have better access to his jutting cock. When she slid a second finger in, Adam let out even louder guttural moans, and I took this as my cue to start sucking again. I took his thick hard cock as deep down my throat as I could, listening as his breathing became erratic, then felt his cock swell and the first spurt of cum erupt into my mouth. I concentrated on sucking the head while jerking his saliva-slick shaft with my hand. He twitched and moaned and even screamed in ecstasy, as wave after wave of cum shot into my mouth. Finally, still shaking but unable to handle being sucked anymore, he pulled his cock out of my mouth.
I had a mouth full of cum and no idea what to do.... Suddenly, I reached over and pulled Jane toward my face, planting a sloppy, cum-filled kiss on her. She loved it, and we aggressively made out, coating ourselves with his cum. We both turned to look at Adam, who had flopped on the bed, a look of exhaustion on his face; his intense prostate orgasm had clearly taken its toll.
At this point I was more than ready to take my turn. I hopped off the bed with more energy than the both of them combined. Jane stood up a little unsteadily, slid a pillow over toward us, and then guided Adam to lie down with his chest on the bed, bent over on his stomach and both feet resting on the floor. In his present state of exhaustion I doubted he could have put up much resistance, though she held him there while she reached over to the nightstand and grabbed the bottle of lube. She poured some on her fingers and then rubbed it into Adam's ass, adding more and more until she had him drenched in it and her fingers easily slid in and out of him. Thin strands of excess cum leaked from the tip of his cock. With her left hand she reached over to me, pulled me toward them, and massaged liberal amounts of lube all over my cock. Next she guided the tip of it right up to Adam's waiting asshole.
"Slowly," she whispered. "Don't get too excited." She held my cock just below the head and pressed the tip into Adam's pucker, very slowly guiding and pushing me in. He moaned weakly. Jane gave him words of encouragement. After some initial resistance, the entire head of my cock was now seated inside of him. She held me there for a minute while she continued to whisper sexy encouragement in Adam's ear.
Now his ass seemed inviting and yearning to be filled, and I wanted to push harder but Jane was still controlling the pace and the depth. She had me slowly push my aching, rock-hard cock almost all the way into him, and then agonizingly slowly pull almost all of the way out. After a few minutes, she poured on more lube and allowed me to go just slightly faster.
She put her lips directly to my ear, her hot breath invading my brain. "You like fucking that ass?" She whispered. "Did you like sucking his cock tonight?" Her questions brought me to the brink. "Fuck his ass for me. I love how hot this looks! I love seeing your cock inside him."
Soon her whispers had me over the edge and I could feel my own orgasm start to build. I picked up the pace and within seconds I was shooting the first stream of cum deep into Adam's ass. My cock throbbed and pulsed as it spat stream after stream of hot cum deep inside my friend. When I was sure my balls had completely drained, I slowly pulled myself out of Adam. If he hadn't been exhausted before this, he sure as hell was now. In fact, all three of us were.
We slipped unsteadily into bed, still nude; only this time we all got under the covers and spooned. Jane was nuzzled comfortably between Adam and me. A few mentions were made of how amazing and how hot everything had been, and Jane repeated how amazing it had been for her and how much she loved being with 'guys who play together'.
As we all drifted toward sleep, Jane gently brought her sweet lips against my ear. "First thing in the morning, it will be the turn of your ass," she whispered, as the three of us quickly fell into a deep sleep.
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Introduction to Bisexuality
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I was 29, and still recovering from my fiancée's breaking up with me. I hadn't dated in many months and found it difficult to motivate myself to get out of the house, so when I saw an ad for a weekend seminar on personal goal-setting, it sounded like a good way to break out of my rut and be among people again, and maybe learn something useful in the process. I signed up, and once there found the presentation fascinating.
There were lots of small group exercises, and in one of these I was placed with a married couple named Trudy and James. They were in their 40's but seemed much younger due to their offbeat sense of humor and enthusiastic zest for life. We hit it off and ended up spending most of the breaks together, talking about everything from music and politics to travel and philosophy. Trudy was a vivacious brunette with dark eyes and a musical laugh. She was about 5'5" with a curvaceous, slightly plump figure and an aura of relaxed sensuality that I found captivating. Both days she wore clingy, low-cut tops that revealed a good bit of cleavage, along with flowing long skirts, colorful jewelry, and a musky perfume that I found delicious. Her husband James was about 6 feet tall, somewhat soft-spoken, with graying hair, twinkly blue eyes, and a quick wit. By the end of the second day I felt as if I'd known them both a long time, and when they invited me to their house for dinner after the seminar, I eagerly accepted.
After a pleasant meal (including two bottles of wine) and some lively conversation, Trudy said she hated for the evening to end so soon, and I agreed. After some whispering between them, James asked if I'd like to join them for a soak in their hot tub. It sounded wonderful, and when Trudy said she hoped I wouldn't mind that they never wore swim-suits at home, it sounded even better. I had often been to nude beaches and resorts, and felt completely at ease with James and Trudy, so the idea of being nude with them didn't seem out of place (although I have to admit being intrigued by the thought of seeing Trudy undressed). They both seemed pleased when I agreed, and led me to a redwood deck outside their bedroom, with a gazebo-covered tub that afforded complete privacy. Trudy lit several candles, which provided a wonderful flickering light as we began undressing, but the sight of her large breasts with their wide, dark areolas and erect nipples in the cool air made me quite aroused, and I had to self-consciously fumble with my clothes until I regained control.
Seeing James naked only made me more self-conscious, as he was exceptionally well-endowed, with a large, thick penis and a pair of truly enormous balls hanging loosely beneath it. I found myself wondering what it would feel like to have "equipment" like his, and then what he would look like with an erection. The thought startled me, since I had never had an attraction to another man before, so I put it out of my mind and finished undressing --- just in time to see Trudy slipping off her panties, revealing a short-trimmed bush that was shaved into a neat triangle above the cleft of her exposed vagina. She stood up quickly, her breasts bouncing freely, and to my horror I felt myself becoming uncontrollably erect, my cock standing nearly straight up and swelling to its full seven inches in plain view of both James and Trudy, and with no way I could conceal it!
I was mortified, sure they'd be offended and ask me to leave, and I started to stammer out an apology, but Trudy interrupted me, saying there was no reason to be ashamed of my body's natural responses. James teased me about it good-naturedly, putting his hand on my shoulder and saying the time to worry is when it DOESN'T happen, and as I glanced down I saw that his penis was rapidly enlarging also. My stomach started churning as I followed James and Trudy into the tub, and they both smiled at me as I climbed in, my erection bobbing indecently in front of me. They embraced and kissed, and as I settled into the steaming water they both told me they had a very open attitude toward sexuality, believing it was a precious gift to be explored and shared freely in all its forms --- not something to hide or repress as so many people in this society do. Their straightforward manner reassured me, and the bubbling water jets on my body felt wonderful, and I found myself starting to relax.
We soaked in silence for a while, with James and Trudy massaging each other's backs and shoulders, occasionally emitting a soft sigh or murmur of pleasure, then as James was massaging Trudy's back she motioned me closer and started rubbing my back. Her touch was firm, gentle, relaxed and intense all at once, and several times her breasts brushed against me, sending jolts of electricity through my body.
I had a mouth full of cum and no idea what to do.... Suddenly, I reached over and pulled Jane toward my face, planting a sloppy, cum-filled kiss on her. She loved it, and we aggressively made out, coating ourselves with his cum. We both turned to look at Adam, who had flopped on the bed, a look of exhaustion on his face; his intense prostate orgasm had clearly taken its toll.
At this point I was more than ready to take my turn. I hopped off the bed with more energy than the both of them combined. Jane stood up a little unsteadily, slid a pillow over toward us, and then guided Adam to lie down with his chest on the bed, bent over on his stomach and both feet resting on the floor. In his present state of exhaustion I doubted he could have put up much resistance, though she held him there while she reached over to the nightstand and grabbed the bottle of lube. She poured some on her fingers and then rubbed it into Adam's ass, adding more and more until she had him drenched in it and her fingers easily slid in and out of him. Thin strands of excess cum leaked from the tip of his cock. With her left hand she reached over to me, pulled me toward them, and massaged liberal amounts of lube all over my cock. Next she guided the tip of it right up to Adam's waiting asshole.
"Slowly," she whispered. "Don't get too excited." She held my cock just below the head and pressed the tip into Adam's pucker, very slowly guiding and pushing me in. He moaned weakly. Jane gave him words of encouragement. After some initial resistance, the entire head of my cock was now seated inside of him. She held me there for a minute while she continued to whisper sexy encouragement in Adam's ear.
Now his ass seemed inviting and yearning to be filled, and I wanted to push harder but Jane was still controlling the pace and the depth. She had me slowly push my aching, rock-hard cock almost all the way into him, and then agonizingly slowly pull almost all of the way out. After a few minutes, she poured on more lube and allowed me to go just slightly faster.
She put her lips directly to my ear, her hot breath invading my brain. "You like fucking that ass?" She whispered. "Did you like sucking his cock tonight?" Her questions brought me to the brink. "Fuck his ass for me. I love how hot this looks! I love seeing your cock inside him."
Soon her whispers had me over the edge and I could feel my own orgasm start to build. I picked up the pace and within seconds I was shooting the first stream of cum deep into Adam's ass. My cock throbbed and pulsed as it spat stream after stream of hot cum deep inside my friend. When I was sure my balls had completely drained, I slowly pulled myself out of Adam. If he hadn't been exhausted before this, he sure as hell was now. In fact, all three of us were.
We slipped unsteadily into bed, still nude; only this time we all got under the covers and spooned. Jane was nuzzled comfortably between Adam and me. A few mentions were made of how amazing and how hot everything had been, and Jane repeated how amazing it had been for her and how much she loved being with 'guys who play together'.
As we all drifted toward sleep, Jane gently brought her sweet lips against my ear. "First thing in the morning, it will be the turn of your ass," she whispered, as the three of us quickly fell into a deep sleep.
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Introduction to Bisexuality
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I was 29, and still recovering from my fiancée's breaking up with me. I hadn't dated in many months and found it difficult to motivate myself to get out of the house, so when I saw an ad for a weekend seminar on personal goal-setting, it sounded like a good way to break out of my rut and be among people again, and maybe learn something useful in the process. I signed up, and once there found the presentation fascinating.
There were lots of small group exercises, and in one of these I was placed with a married couple named Trudy and James. They were in their 40's but seemed much younger due to their offbeat sense of humor and enthusiastic zest for life. We hit it off and ended up spending most of the breaks together, talking about everything from music and politics to travel and philosophy. Trudy was a vivacious brunette with dark eyes and a musical laugh. She was about 5'5" with a curvaceous, slightly plump figure and an aura of relaxed sensuality that I found captivating. Both days she wore clingy, low-cut tops that revealed a good bit of cleavage, along with flowing long skirts, colorful jewelry, and a musky perfume that I found delicious. Her husband James was about 6 feet tall, somewhat soft-spoken, with graying hair, twinkly blue eyes, and a quick wit. By the end of the second day I felt as if I'd known them both a long time, and when they invited me to their house for dinner after the seminar, I eagerly accepted.
After a pleasant meal (including two bottles of wine) and some lively conversation, Trudy said she hated for the evening to end so soon, and I agreed. After some whispering between them, James asked if I'd like to join them for a soak in their hot tub. It sounded wonderful, and when Trudy said she hoped I wouldn't mind that they never wore swim-suits at home, it sounded even better. I had often been to nude beaches and resorts, and felt completely at ease with James and Trudy, so the idea of being nude with them didn't seem out of place (although I have to admit being intrigued by the thought of seeing Trudy undressed). They both seemed pleased when I agreed, and led me to a redwood deck outside their bedroom, with a gazebo-covered tub that afforded complete privacy. Trudy lit several candles, which provided a wonderful flickering light as we began undressing, but the sight of her large breasts with their wide, dark areolas and erect nipples in the cool air made me quite aroused, and I had to self-consciously fumble with my clothes until I regained control.
Seeing James naked only made me more self-conscious, as he was exceptionally well-endowed, with a large, thick penis and a pair of truly enormous balls hanging loosely beneath it. I found myself wondering what it would feel like to have "equipment" like his, and then what he would look like with an erection. The thought startled me, since I had never had an attraction to another man before, so I put it out of my mind and finished undressing --- just in time to see Trudy slipping off her panties, revealing a short-trimmed bush that was shaved into a neat triangle above the cleft of her exposed vagina. She stood up quickly, her breasts bouncing freely, and to my horror I felt myself becoming uncontrollably erect, my cock standing nearly straight up and swelling to its full seven inches in plain view of both James and Trudy, and with no way I could conceal it!
I was mortified, sure they'd be offended and ask me to leave, and I started to stammer out an apology, but Trudy interrupted me, saying there was no reason to be ashamed of my body's natural responses. James teased me about it good-naturedly, putting his hand on my shoulder and saying the time to worry is when it DOESN'T happen, and as I glanced down I saw that his penis was rapidly enlarging also. My stomach started churning as I followed James and Trudy into the tub, and they both smiled at me as I climbed in, my erection bobbing indecently in front of me. They embraced and kissed, and as I settled into the steaming water they both told me they had a very open attitude toward sexuality, believing it was a precious gift to be explored and shared freely in all its forms --- not something to hide or repress as so many people in this society do. Their straightforward manner reassured me, and the bubbling water jets on my body felt wonderful, and I found myself starting to relax.
We soaked in silence for a while, with James and Trudy massaging each other's backs and shoulders, occasionally emitting a soft sigh or murmur of pleasure, then as James was massaging Trudy's back she motioned me closer and started rubbing my back. Her touch was firm, gentle, relaxed and intense all at once, and several times her breasts brushed against me, sending jolts of electricity through my body.
After a while she turned around and began rubbing James' back, so I started rubbing hers --- shyly at first, then more and more firmly. She murmured approvingly, and James turned around, kissing her deeply. She backed into me, her ass pressing against my hard-on, and I pulled back quickly, but she moved backward until I was against the edge of the tub, pressing back against me firmly and moving her hips slowly from side to side as she and James kissed passionately. She then turned and gave me a Cheshire-cat smile before whispering in James' ear. He smiled and returned her whisper, and they both laughed softly, then embraced deeply, and somehow I felt included in their affection, not as though I were intruding on them. We all began taking turns rubbing each other's backs and shoulders, and the mood was one of peaceful sensuality - not overtly sexual, even though I was still very aroused. The combination of relaxation, arousal, curiosity, nervousness --- everything together --- was quite amazing.
After about 20 minutes, our touching had expanded to the point where Trudy would occasionally caress my bottom, and she and James would kiss more and more erotically. After one particularly wet kiss, she asked James to go into the house and bring us some towels, and as he climbed out of the tub, he made no attempt to hide his very large and very stiff erection. His balls swayed heavily beneath it as he moved, and when I realized I was staring at him, I quickly turned back to find Trudy gazing at me very intently, as if studying me. After a long silence, she said slowly, "May I ask you a personal question?"
"Sure," I replied, wondering what she had in mind.
"You don't have to answer this, of course," she said evenly, " but, well, have you ever had sex with another man?"
I stared at her in disbelief. Had I heard her correctly? I finally managed to stammer out a weak, "no," and she continued. "Have you ever wanted to?"
I heard myself admitting that I had occasionally fantasized about what it might be like, but had never really taken the idea seriously, then asked Trudy why she wanted to know. "Oh," she smiled, "it's just that ever since we met I've been having these really intense fantasies about you. And us." She paused, watching my reaction, then said slowly, "I think it would be so beautiful to see you and James sucking each other's cocks. Does that shock you?"
My mind reeled with amazement --- not just at the idea, but with her direct and very sensuous manner in saying it --- almost as if it were an everyday thing to discuss. I was vaguely aware of Trudy's voice gently saying that she and James were both bisexual, that they had an open marriage, and enjoyed including other special friends in their lovemaking. She added that they both believed sharing pleasure with both sexes was normal and healthy, and asked whether I was turned on by the thought of being with two women who enjoyed pleasing each other. I could only manage a weak "yes" as my mind spun with disbelief that it was actually happening, and as Trudy continued, saying that being with two men was a very special turn-on for her, and how much it excited her to see her two lovers touching and pleasuring each other.
As my eyes met hers I saw that she was slowly caressing her breasts under the water, and when she saw me looking, she smiled, "My breasts really excite you, don't they, sweetheart? Would you like to feel them?” I was sure she was teasing me, and started to respond with a wisecrack, but she took my hands in hers and pressed them against her lovely big breasts, sighing deeply as she moved my hands in wide, slow circles. Her nipples were hard against my palms, and as I began caressing her breasts on my own, I had to keep reminding myself I wasn't dreaming. "That's nice," she sighed, leaning back so her breasts bobbed to the surface of the water. I leaned closer, my heart pounding as I began circling her areolas with my tongue, then sucking each breast deeply in turn, swirling my tongue over her hardened nipples as I drew them into my mouth.
Trudy's sighs and moans were interrupted by a voice chuckling, "Looks like he really knows what you like!" and looked up in surprise to see James setting down a stack of towels behind Trudy and returning to the water. Trudy reached out, pulling him close and kissing him hungrily, and his hand moved up to cup her breast as I continued sucking the other one. He bent down to suck the one closest to him, making Trudy moan as we started sucking both her breasts at once, and soon James' fingers and mine moved down her body and began exploring her open, wet pussy together as she squirmed with pleasure and arousal. Finally James and I helped her onto the edge of the tub, where I could move between her thighs and have access to her pussy with my mouth as well as my fingers.
Circling her excited clit with my tongue or running my tongue up and down her slit, pushing inside --- all made her squirm and moan with increasing excitement. James climbed up beside her and I watched in fascination as she took his big cock into her mouth, sucking it lovingly as he caressed her breasts and told her how beautiful and sexy she was, and asked her if she liked what I was doing to her. "Oh god, he's incredible!" she gasped. "You guys are going to make me come so hard!" James chuckled, "That's the whole idea!" and started fingering her taut nipples, rotating them between his thumb and fingers as she resumed sucking him. I let one finger, then another, push gently inside her, moving slowly in and out as I nibbled and sucked her swollen clit, flicking my tongue over it lightly and massaging her mound with my other hand. Trudy's hips were rolling back and forth, and she whimpered with pleasure as she squirmed, then released James' cock, moaning aloud as her whole body began to tremble and shudder, and she melted into a long wet orgasm that went on for quite a while.
When her spasms subsided, she helped me out of the tub and kissed me passionately, saying what a magical mouth I had, and how she wanted to make me come like that too. We toweled off and blew out the candles, and Trudy whispered, "Just relax --- let us show you how good it can be!" squeezing my hand as we went into their bedroom. I didn't know what else was going to happen, but my mind was on sensory overload, trying to grasp that it was not a dream, that it was really happening --- and in some part of me, I guess I accepted whatever was going to happen between us. We ended up on the bed, with Trudy fondling both our cocks and commenting on the differences in size, shape, color and texture, and she seemed especially fascinated with our balls, saying that mine felt like "two ripe plums about to pop right out of their pouch" in contrast to James' bigger, heavier ones.
She said to James, "Feel how tight his balls are, honey," and I watched in amazement as James began gently rolling my balls in his large fingers, and I felt my cock jerking excitedly back and forth. I felt dizzy and hot as Trudy bent down, taking my erect penis into her mouth and sucking it deeply up and down, and I gasped with pleasure at how good it felt. James murmured approvingly as he watched his wife sucking me, and when she held my cock out to him, saying, "Taste him, honey --- he's so sweet!" and James bent down to begin sucking my erect penis, it took every ounce of willpower I had not to come right then and there! He seemed to sense it, and pulled away, grinning broadly as Trudy kissed him. They began caressing each other, Trudy stroking James' big hard-on as he played with her breasts, and I watched in stunned amazement until I had regained my composure.
I soon found myself on my back, with James and Trudy kneeling on either side of me, massaging my chest and playing with my nipples, pausing every now and then to play with my cock and balls. The sensations were incredible, and I wanted them to go on and on forever, especially when they both started sucking me together, their mouths and tongues creating the most incredible sensations of energy moving through me. They both told me what a beautiful penis I had and how glad they were I was sharing it with them. It was incredible to realize that James loved sucking my cock as much as Trudy did, but seeing the way his cock swelled and throbbed as he sucked me left no doubt, and when Trudy guided my hand to his penis and moved it up and down his shaft, encouraging me to touch him, I felt an incredible release of inhibitions.. His cock felt familiar yet different --- bigger and thicker but less rigid than mine, and I liked feeling it pulse and throb in my fingers, or watching it bulge as I cupped his heavy balls in my hand and rolled them gently in my palm
By this time my own penis was starting to ooze and I was clearly not going to last much longer. Trudy smiled and said, "It's all right, sweetheart --- we know you'll have more for us later!" and began stroking my cock firmly. James began firmly massaging my testicles and grinned, "Thattaboy --- let it out now!" and Trudy purred, "Come for us, sweetheart --- let us see you squirt!" There was no longer any question of holding back., and my whole body started to shake, and I cried out as I came, feeling as though electricity were shooting out my fingers and toes as my come squirted helplessly through Trudy and James' fingers. It shot clear over my head and splattered my chest and chin, and Trudy and James kept on masturbating me together, urging me on until I was completely spent and exhausted and amazed at the intensity of my orgasm being caused by a man and a woman together.
They massaged me with my come and licked it off each other's fingers, telling me how sweet it tasted, and Trudy smeared some of it over her breasts, then leaned over me, purring, "Suck!" as she offered me each breast in turn.
After about 20 minutes, our touching had expanded to the point where Trudy would occasionally caress my bottom, and she and James would kiss more and more erotically. After one particularly wet kiss, she asked James to go into the house and bring us some towels, and as he climbed out of the tub, he made no attempt to hide his very large and very stiff erection. His balls swayed heavily beneath it as he moved, and when I realized I was staring at him, I quickly turned back to find Trudy gazing at me very intently, as if studying me. After a long silence, she said slowly, "May I ask you a personal question?"
"Sure," I replied, wondering what she had in mind.
"You don't have to answer this, of course," she said evenly, " but, well, have you ever had sex with another man?"
I stared at her in disbelief. Had I heard her correctly? I finally managed to stammer out a weak, "no," and she continued. "Have you ever wanted to?"
I heard myself admitting that I had occasionally fantasized about what it might be like, but had never really taken the idea seriously, then asked Trudy why she wanted to know. "Oh," she smiled, "it's just that ever since we met I've been having these really intense fantasies about you. And us." She paused, watching my reaction, then said slowly, "I think it would be so beautiful to see you and James sucking each other's cocks. Does that shock you?"
My mind reeled with amazement --- not just at the idea, but with her direct and very sensuous manner in saying it --- almost as if it were an everyday thing to discuss. I was vaguely aware of Trudy's voice gently saying that she and James were both bisexual, that they had an open marriage, and enjoyed including other special friends in their lovemaking. She added that they both believed sharing pleasure with both sexes was normal and healthy, and asked whether I was turned on by the thought of being with two women who enjoyed pleasing each other. I could only manage a weak "yes" as my mind spun with disbelief that it was actually happening, and as Trudy continued, saying that being with two men was a very special turn-on for her, and how much it excited her to see her two lovers touching and pleasuring each other.
As my eyes met hers I saw that she was slowly caressing her breasts under the water, and when she saw me looking, she smiled, "My breasts really excite you, don't they, sweetheart? Would you like to feel them?” I was sure she was teasing me, and started to respond with a wisecrack, but she took my hands in hers and pressed them against her lovely big breasts, sighing deeply as she moved my hands in wide, slow circles. Her nipples were hard against my palms, and as I began caressing her breasts on my own, I had to keep reminding myself I wasn't dreaming. "That's nice," she sighed, leaning back so her breasts bobbed to the surface of the water. I leaned closer, my heart pounding as I began circling her areolas with my tongue, then sucking each breast deeply in turn, swirling my tongue over her hardened nipples as I drew them into my mouth.
Trudy's sighs and moans were interrupted by a voice chuckling, "Looks like he really knows what you like!" and looked up in surprise to see James setting down a stack of towels behind Trudy and returning to the water. Trudy reached out, pulling him close and kissing him hungrily, and his hand moved up to cup her breast as I continued sucking the other one. He bent down to suck the one closest to him, making Trudy moan as we started sucking both her breasts at once, and soon James' fingers and mine moved down her body and began exploring her open, wet pussy together as she squirmed with pleasure and arousal. Finally James and I helped her onto the edge of the tub, where I could move between her thighs and have access to her pussy with my mouth as well as my fingers.
Circling her excited clit with my tongue or running my tongue up and down her slit, pushing inside --- all made her squirm and moan with increasing excitement. James climbed up beside her and I watched in fascination as she took his big cock into her mouth, sucking it lovingly as he caressed her breasts and told her how beautiful and sexy she was, and asked her if she liked what I was doing to her. "Oh god, he's incredible!" she gasped. "You guys are going to make me come so hard!" James chuckled, "That's the whole idea!" and started fingering her taut nipples, rotating them between his thumb and fingers as she resumed sucking him. I let one finger, then another, push gently inside her, moving slowly in and out as I nibbled and sucked her swollen clit, flicking my tongue over it lightly and massaging her mound with my other hand. Trudy's hips were rolling back and forth, and she whimpered with pleasure as she squirmed, then released James' cock, moaning aloud as her whole body began to tremble and shudder, and she melted into a long wet orgasm that went on for quite a while.
When her spasms subsided, she helped me out of the tub and kissed me passionately, saying what a magical mouth I had, and how she wanted to make me come like that too. We toweled off and blew out the candles, and Trudy whispered, "Just relax --- let us show you how good it can be!" squeezing my hand as we went into their bedroom. I didn't know what else was going to happen, but my mind was on sensory overload, trying to grasp that it was not a dream, that it was really happening --- and in some part of me, I guess I accepted whatever was going to happen between us. We ended up on the bed, with Trudy fondling both our cocks and commenting on the differences in size, shape, color and texture, and she seemed especially fascinated with our balls, saying that mine felt like "two ripe plums about to pop right out of their pouch" in contrast to James' bigger, heavier ones.
She said to James, "Feel how tight his balls are, honey," and I watched in amazement as James began gently rolling my balls in his large fingers, and I felt my cock jerking excitedly back and forth. I felt dizzy and hot as Trudy bent down, taking my erect penis into her mouth and sucking it deeply up and down, and I gasped with pleasure at how good it felt. James murmured approvingly as he watched his wife sucking me, and when she held my cock out to him, saying, "Taste him, honey --- he's so sweet!" and James bent down to begin sucking my erect penis, it took every ounce of willpower I had not to come right then and there! He seemed to sense it, and pulled away, grinning broadly as Trudy kissed him. They began caressing each other, Trudy stroking James' big hard-on as he played with her breasts, and I watched in stunned amazement until I had regained my composure.
I soon found myself on my back, with James and Trudy kneeling on either side of me, massaging my chest and playing with my nipples, pausing every now and then to play with my cock and balls. The sensations were incredible, and I wanted them to go on and on forever, especially when they both started sucking me together, their mouths and tongues creating the most incredible sensations of energy moving through me. They both told me what a beautiful penis I had and how glad they were I was sharing it with them. It was incredible to realize that James loved sucking my cock as much as Trudy did, but seeing the way his cock swelled and throbbed as he sucked me left no doubt, and when Trudy guided my hand to his penis and moved it up and down his shaft, encouraging me to touch him, I felt an incredible release of inhibitions.. His cock felt familiar yet different --- bigger and thicker but less rigid than mine, and I liked feeling it pulse and throb in my fingers, or watching it bulge as I cupped his heavy balls in my hand and rolled them gently in my palm
By this time my own penis was starting to ooze and I was clearly not going to last much longer. Trudy smiled and said, "It's all right, sweetheart --- we know you'll have more for us later!" and began stroking my cock firmly. James began firmly massaging my testicles and grinned, "Thattaboy --- let it out now!" and Trudy purred, "Come for us, sweetheart --- let us see you squirt!" There was no longer any question of holding back., and my whole body started to shake, and I cried out as I came, feeling as though electricity were shooting out my fingers and toes as my come squirted helplessly through Trudy and James' fingers. It shot clear over my head and splattered my chest and chin, and Trudy and James kept on masturbating me together, urging me on until I was completely spent and exhausted and amazed at the intensity of my orgasm being caused by a man and a woman together.
They massaged me with my come and licked it off each other's fingers, telling me how sweet it tasted, and Trudy smeared some of it over her breasts, then leaned over me, purring, "Suck!" as she offered me each breast in turn.
She sighed, "Can you taste your come? Do you like it --- isn't it good?" adding that a man's semen is his life-essence, and a precious gift in lovemaking. James continued greedily sucking the last drops from my penis, and to my utter amazement, I felt myself starting to harden again in his mouth. He gave a little grunt of surprise and pleasure, and started sucking me harder and faster until I was completely erect once again. Trudy watched in delight, caressing her breasts and fingering her pussy, then kissed me passionately and said softly, "Please --- I want so much to see you suck him!"
I looked over at the big prick throbbing in my hand, and I can't explain it, because before that night I would never have imagined myself sucking another man's cock, but somehow, with Trudy and James, I not only wanted it, it would have felt wrong NOT to suck him. I would have felt somehow deprived NOT to have his big beautiful cock in my mouth. I opened my mouth, my heart pounding with desire as Trudy guided her husband's penis in, and as she purred, "There, sweetheart --- suck!"
I swirled my tongue over the velvety head and sucked him hungrily into my mouth. James' cock felt warm and good, pulsing and alive as I sucked up and down his thick shaft, and Trudy sighed, "Oh, beautiful!" caressing her breasts as she watched me sucking her husband's big cock, urging me on and saying how hot it made her to see me suck him. My own penis was twitching uncontrollably, as though it could feel everything I was doing to James, and Trudy breathed in my ear how she had known all along that I would like sucking James' cock. And it was true --- I loved feeling him throb and pulse in my mouth! I loved hearing his moans of excitement and knowing I was giving him pleasure! I loved feeling his big balls squirm in their sac as I massaged them, and I loved seeing Trudy's excitement at watching, as she masturbated herself uninhibitedly, her hips rolling with abandon as she urged me on. Eventually she reached over and began stroking the base of his cock as I sucked the head, and she moaned, "so good --- so hot!" over and over.
I guess we all realized there was only one possible conclusion, and when Trudy started moaning, "Come in his mouth, baby --- give him your juice" I was amazed to realize that I wanted it every bit as much as Trudy did! I swirled my tongue over the head of James' cock, teasing the opening as I sucked it up and down, massaging his balls as Trudy stroked the base of his cock, and then all at once James' body shook, his hips arched, and he groaned aloud as his warm semen flooded my mouth. It tasted salty and pleasant, and I gulped it down eagerly as Trudy purred, "Yes, baby --- swallow!" lovingly milking her husband's entire ejaculation into my mouth. I had to swallow rapidly to keep up with his spurts, with Trudy pumping his cock and moaning, "Swallow!" over and over.
On the fourth spurt I lost control, and my penis started squirting wildly all over the place without even being touched, and Trudy moaned, "oh jesus!" and started masturbating herself furiously with both hands, climaxing along with us as James gave me the last of his come and flopped back on the bed with a satisfied sigh. Trudy kissed me passionately, asking me if I had liked it, and if James had given me a lot of come, and I could only nod dazedly to both questions, as Trudy grinned triumphantly, "I knew it!"
We rested a while, then took turns showering and cleaning up, and James and Trudy invited me to stay overnight, as it was now quite late and we were all pretty tired. I slept in a spare bedroom, and was awakened the next morning by the sensation of Trudy's mouth slowly and gently sucking my hard-on. As I opened my eyes , I saw that she was fondling James's cock in her other hand, and she smiled at me warmly, asking me if I had slept well. I said yes, and she started rubbing the head of James's cock against mine, as he squeezed my shoulder and wished me a good morning also. She moved me so my legs were over the side of the bed, and James moved between them, pushing my thighs apart as he pressed the head of his big prick against my balls.
He moved gently back and forth, teasing my balls in a circular motion with the head of his erect penis, then sliding his cock along the underside of mine. His heavy balls fell on either side of my cock, creating a totally new, but very exciting sensation. Trudy reached between us, squeezing and rubbing our cocks together, and saying how lucky she was to have two such gorgeous penises to play with. She and James exchanged several wet kisses, and I reached up to caress her breasts, whereupon James moved back and Trudy climbed on top of me. James held my cock as she lowered herself onto it, and she sighed dreamily, "Oh that's so good!" She started slowly rolling her hips and sliding up and down my cock, making me groan as I felt her pussy muscles clenching and stroking me. James kept telling Trudy how sexy and beautiful she looked, his hand slowly stroking his big prick up and down as he watched. Trudy started rubbing her breasts, gazing down at me as she thrust her hips back and forth faster, and said plaintively, "Please, sweetheart --- let me see you suck him again! It turns me on so much!"
James leaned forward, his cock brushing my cheek as I opened my mouth to receive it, and as it slid in I could feel Trudy's vagina clenching me tightly, and she gasped, "Oh god, that's so hot!" over and over, as I once again began working James's erection with my mouth and tongue. Her body quivered, her breasts jiggling freely, and once again I felt myself on the brink of losing control. James moved his cock back and forth in a steady, gentle rhythm as I sucked it, and I heard Trudy panting, "Oh, yeah, baby --- fuck his mouth!" as she started sliding up and down my cock with greater and greater abandon. The morning sun was streaming in the window, the play of light and shadow on our bodies adding to the sensations, and then all at once James groaned aloud and once again I felt his come filling my mouth. I reached up to massage his balls, wanting all of it, and as I began rubbing them, he groaned louder, and I was rewarded with several more large spurts.
Trudy started to come too, squealing out loud and collapsing on top of me, and my cock exploded inside her, shooting my come into her spasming vagina, which seemed to squeeze me tight in response to each spurt and pulse of my cock. I could feel her hard nipples against my chest, and she tongue-kissed me, sharing James's come as my own penis continued to jerk and twitch inside her. She shuddered deliciously, not moving until my cock softened and slipped out of her pussy, when she kissed me again, whispering, "You are so sexy!" as she slowly dismounted. James then moved between her legs, hungrily tonguing and fingering her pussy and giving her several more little shuddering climaxes as he enthusiastically pleasured her. His penis enlarged again as he was doing this, but didn't stiffen much, even when I started to play with it.
We then went out for a nice breakfast, and as we left, Trudy and James both said they hoped I'd be interested in meeting with them again. In fact, I did get together with them several more times, and each time we continued our explorations, but I think this will suffice for this story. I still get very excited thinking about it, and I often fantasize about meeting another open, sensuous couple to share similar pleasures.
One
I had just posted a Valentine's card through the neighbour's letterbox. It was a clandestine act and supposed to be a secret. I knew I'd been caught when I heard the door open behind.
The plan, as per my usual modus operandi, had been to get the deed done much earlier in the morning. Originally I had meant to move under cover of darkness, a wraith in the pre-dawn creeping to her door. However, a mistake in setting the alarm combined with my eagerness for Michelle to receive the card before the day began became my undoing. When I awoke and realised the error, my impatience took me to her door at an extremely risky 8 a.m.
It was insane to think I would get away with it.
When I heard her call my name it was like a bullet between my shoulder blades.
The shock hit me. I couldn't believe I'd been caught.
I turned slowly and saw the envelope in her hand.
Michelle's expression questioned me. "It's been you all along?" she said, pausing before adding, "I think you better come in."
She stood there, one eyebrow raised, a hip cocked. It was one of those moments where time compressed and somehow stretched simultaneously. Adrenalin surged through me. I was torn by indecision. I wanted to follow Michelle into her house but was daunted by the prospect of what might follow. Embarrassment washed over me in a hot tide, with beads of sweat forming on my back and forehead regardless of the morning chill. I boggled for an instant, my brain registering her plum-coloured blouse while also sucking in the detail of long sleeves and the promise of Michelle's generous bosom beneath. I saw the top two buttons unfastened and a tantalising hint of cleavage. During those few seconds I also soaked in her light-brown bobbed hair and a necklace of dark beads around her delicate neck, her smile all bright red lipstick. Hazel eyes confronted me when I glanced up, sparkling and amused to match the curve of her mouth. To me, in the moment, Michelle was elegance personified, immaculate as usual.
I took it all in, anguish churning my guts while Michelle appeared cool and collected, her head canted, enquiring, the evidence in her hand.
She had me bang to rights.
My first instinct was to run, but some force held my feet fast against the pavement. The thought of facing Michelle and the inevitable enquiry filled me with dread, with fleeing the scene the most tempting idea. I could leg it and hide out for a few months, thus avoiding any and all contact with our neighbour.
I looked over at the big prick throbbing in my hand, and I can't explain it, because before that night I would never have imagined myself sucking another man's cock, but somehow, with Trudy and James, I not only wanted it, it would have felt wrong NOT to suck him. I would have felt somehow deprived NOT to have his big beautiful cock in my mouth. I opened my mouth, my heart pounding with desire as Trudy guided her husband's penis in, and as she purred, "There, sweetheart --- suck!"
I swirled my tongue over the velvety head and sucked him hungrily into my mouth. James' cock felt warm and good, pulsing and alive as I sucked up and down his thick shaft, and Trudy sighed, "Oh, beautiful!" caressing her breasts as she watched me sucking her husband's big cock, urging me on and saying how hot it made her to see me suck him. My own penis was twitching uncontrollably, as though it could feel everything I was doing to James, and Trudy breathed in my ear how she had known all along that I would like sucking James' cock. And it was true --- I loved feeling him throb and pulse in my mouth! I loved hearing his moans of excitement and knowing I was giving him pleasure! I loved feeling his big balls squirm in their sac as I massaged them, and I loved seeing Trudy's excitement at watching, as she masturbated herself uninhibitedly, her hips rolling with abandon as she urged me on. Eventually she reached over and began stroking the base of his cock as I sucked the head, and she moaned, "so good --- so hot!" over and over.
I guess we all realized there was only one possible conclusion, and when Trudy started moaning, "Come in his mouth, baby --- give him your juice" I was amazed to realize that I wanted it every bit as much as Trudy did! I swirled my tongue over the head of James' cock, teasing the opening as I sucked it up and down, massaging his balls as Trudy stroked the base of his cock, and then all at once James' body shook, his hips arched, and he groaned aloud as his warm semen flooded my mouth. It tasted salty and pleasant, and I gulped it down eagerly as Trudy purred, "Yes, baby --- swallow!" lovingly milking her husband's entire ejaculation into my mouth. I had to swallow rapidly to keep up with his spurts, with Trudy pumping his cock and moaning, "Swallow!" over and over.
On the fourth spurt I lost control, and my penis started squirting wildly all over the place without even being touched, and Trudy moaned, "oh jesus!" and started masturbating herself furiously with both hands, climaxing along with us as James gave me the last of his come and flopped back on the bed with a satisfied sigh. Trudy kissed me passionately, asking me if I had liked it, and if James had given me a lot of come, and I could only nod dazedly to both questions, as Trudy grinned triumphantly, "I knew it!"
We rested a while, then took turns showering and cleaning up, and James and Trudy invited me to stay overnight, as it was now quite late and we were all pretty tired. I slept in a spare bedroom, and was awakened the next morning by the sensation of Trudy's mouth slowly and gently sucking my hard-on. As I opened my eyes , I saw that she was fondling James's cock in her other hand, and she smiled at me warmly, asking me if I had slept well. I said yes, and she started rubbing the head of James's cock against mine, as he squeezed my shoulder and wished me a good morning also. She moved me so my legs were over the side of the bed, and James moved between them, pushing my thighs apart as he pressed the head of his big prick against my balls.
He moved gently back and forth, teasing my balls in a circular motion with the head of his erect penis, then sliding his cock along the underside of mine. His heavy balls fell on either side of my cock, creating a totally new, but very exciting sensation. Trudy reached between us, squeezing and rubbing our cocks together, and saying how lucky she was to have two such gorgeous penises to play with. She and James exchanged several wet kisses, and I reached up to caress her breasts, whereupon James moved back and Trudy climbed on top of me. James held my cock as she lowered herself onto it, and she sighed dreamily, "Oh that's so good!" She started slowly rolling her hips and sliding up and down my cock, making me groan as I felt her pussy muscles clenching and stroking me. James kept telling Trudy how sexy and beautiful she looked, his hand slowly stroking his big prick up and down as he watched. Trudy started rubbing her breasts, gazing down at me as she thrust her hips back and forth faster, and said plaintively, "Please, sweetheart --- let me see you suck him again! It turns me on so much!"
James leaned forward, his cock brushing my cheek as I opened my mouth to receive it, and as it slid in I could feel Trudy's vagina clenching me tightly, and she gasped, "Oh god, that's so hot!" over and over, as I once again began working James's erection with my mouth and tongue. Her body quivered, her breasts jiggling freely, and once again I felt myself on the brink of losing control. James moved his cock back and forth in a steady, gentle rhythm as I sucked it, and I heard Trudy panting, "Oh, yeah, baby --- fuck his mouth!" as she started sliding up and down my cock with greater and greater abandon. The morning sun was streaming in the window, the play of light and shadow on our bodies adding to the sensations, and then all at once James groaned aloud and once again I felt his come filling my mouth. I reached up to massage his balls, wanting all of it, and as I began rubbing them, he groaned louder, and I was rewarded with several more large spurts.
Trudy started to come too, squealing out loud and collapsing on top of me, and my cock exploded inside her, shooting my come into her spasming vagina, which seemed to squeeze me tight in response to each spurt and pulse of my cock. I could feel her hard nipples against my chest, and she tongue-kissed me, sharing James's come as my own penis continued to jerk and twitch inside her. She shuddered deliciously, not moving until my cock softened and slipped out of her pussy, when she kissed me again, whispering, "You are so sexy!" as she slowly dismounted. James then moved between her legs, hungrily tonguing and fingering her pussy and giving her several more little shuddering climaxes as he enthusiastically pleasured her. His penis enlarged again as he was doing this, but didn't stiffen much, even when I started to play with it.
We then went out for a nice breakfast, and as we left, Trudy and James both said they hoped I'd be interested in meeting with them again. In fact, I did get together with them several more times, and each time we continued our explorations, but I think this will suffice for this story. I still get very excited thinking about it, and I often fantasize about meeting another open, sensuous couple to share similar pleasures.
One
I had just posted a Valentine's card through the neighbour's letterbox. It was a clandestine act and supposed to be a secret. I knew I'd been caught when I heard the door open behind.
The plan, as per my usual modus operandi, had been to get the deed done much earlier in the morning. Originally I had meant to move under cover of darkness, a wraith in the pre-dawn creeping to her door. However, a mistake in setting the alarm combined with my eagerness for Michelle to receive the card before the day began became my undoing. When I awoke and realised the error, my impatience took me to her door at an extremely risky 8 a.m.
It was insane to think I would get away with it.
When I heard her call my name it was like a bullet between my shoulder blades.
The shock hit me. I couldn't believe I'd been caught.
I turned slowly and saw the envelope in her hand.
Michelle's expression questioned me. "It's been you all along?" she said, pausing before adding, "I think you better come in."
She stood there, one eyebrow raised, a hip cocked. It was one of those moments where time compressed and somehow stretched simultaneously. Adrenalin surged through me. I was torn by indecision. I wanted to follow Michelle into her house but was daunted by the prospect of what might follow. Embarrassment washed over me in a hot tide, with beads of sweat forming on my back and forehead regardless of the morning chill. I boggled for an instant, my brain registering her plum-coloured blouse while also sucking in the detail of long sleeves and the promise of Michelle's generous bosom beneath. I saw the top two buttons unfastened and a tantalising hint of cleavage. During those few seconds I also soaked in her light-brown bobbed hair and a necklace of dark beads around her delicate neck, her smile all bright red lipstick. Hazel eyes confronted me when I glanced up, sparkling and amused to match the curve of her mouth. To me, in the moment, Michelle was elegance personified, immaculate as usual.
I took it all in, anguish churning my guts while Michelle appeared cool and collected, her head canted, enquiring, the evidence in her hand.
She had me bang to rights.
My first instinct was to run, but some force held my feet fast against the pavement. The thought of facing Michelle and the inevitable enquiry filled me with dread, with fleeing the scene the most tempting idea. I could leg it and hide out for a few months, thus avoiding any and all contact with our neighbour.
I'd done no wrong but let my infatuation run wild. I'd gone beyond reason, with desire overwhelming common sense.
Michelle said, "Don't be embarrassed, Alan. Come in," she gently added. "Let's just talk about it."
"I'm sorry," I croaked as I turned to face her square on.
Her smile beamed at me. "Don't be sorry," she said, the tone kindly. She waved me towards her again. "I understand, truly. Please, won't you just come in? It's freezing out here."
Still resisting, I offered a weak excuse. "I have to be at work in an hour."
Michelle held up the envelope and condemned me with the irrefutable evidence of my puerile crush.
I winced and closed my eyes until she murmured, "It's Valentine's Day and you sent me a card. Come on," she insisted. "Come in. You don't have to rush off."
Mortification washed over me in a hot tide. Michelle knew I could walk to work in ten minutes. She was fully aware there was no desperate need for me to leave.
I looked at her and clarity hit home. How could I have been so stupid? For the first time in months I could see the situation for what it was: me, nineteen; an apprentice mechanic lusting after the unattainable. Michelle was a sophisticated, independent career woman over three decades my senior. It was ludicrous to have ever imagined a relationship between us. I was crazy to think my flowery hyperbolic prose would impress her.
I should have left it in the realm of fantasy, just tugged my dick and dreamed.
However, regardless of my desire to run and hide under a stone, I found myself moving along the path towards the house. I followed Michelle inside and hung my jacket on the newel post at the foot of the stairs. I loitered near the front door, reluctant to face the post mortem until Michelle called me into the living room.
"Okay," Michelle said briskly, all business. "How about you sitting down and I'll make us some tea -- or would you prefer coffee?"
I mumbled about coffee and she turned to leave.
"Sit down," added Michelle, pointing to the chair. "I'll be a minute or two." She jabbed a forefinger at me for emphasis. "Don't you dare run off."
***
Her heels pecked on the parquet when she returned. I looked up from my boots when I heard the sound, internal wrangling over for the time being. Michelle strode into the room, purposeful, a force to be reckoned with. She came in with a mug for me and a more delicately appropriate cup for herself, handing me my coffee before settling elegantly onto the large L-shaped sofa opposite my chair. She eyed me and sipped her tea while I looked everywhere except directly at her.
I vaguely registered how physically similar the house was to ours next door. But while my parents were firmly entrenched in middle-age, Michelle's tastes ran to the more contemporary. The white walls and blonde-wood flooring made the place look clean, the colours brightening the room to give the place a light, airy atmosphere despite the dank February day beyond the big bay window. The settee upon which Michelle was perched was vast, all tan leather and so wide it could sleep four people. A huge print hung on one wall, a black and white scene of Waterloo Bridge, the bright-red double-decker bus in stark contrast against the monochrome background. A silver-cased BOSE system sat on top of shiny metal unit while a massive flat screen television was fixed to the wall opposite the print. In the no man's land between us, a low coffee table completed the somewhat minimalist effect.
"Alan?" Michelle said, her voice pulling my attention to her face. "What's going on? Why the card ... And what about all those other notes, too?"
I sat there and wished I were invisible. "Uh," I managed, unable to formulate a more articulate response.
Michelle chuckled. "It's a crush, isn't it?"
I felt my face burn and knew I was as red as the bus in the print.
Michelle sighed. "You're embarrassed, aren't you? I know you're cringing, Alan. You didn't expect me to find out, but now you've been caught ..."
I felt cornered, trapped by Michelle's intent stare. Panic welled in my chest. I was flustered by the direct questioning and my body's response at being in such close proximity to the object of my desire. The hint of her scent sent a ripple of arousal through me regardless of my discomfiture.
My cock was hard.
"Ah," I groaned. "I ... I'm so sorry. I ..."
Fidgeting in response to my inappropriate and ill-timed desire I then noticed the fortuitous gape in her blouse, Michelle's positioning affording me a glimpse of a lilac bra through a gap between the buttons. The sight unsettled me even more, especially since I could also glimpse a section of breast flesh, my eyes drawn like twin compass needles.
Michelle shifted and leaned forward, the gap closing even as the valley between her breasts deepened. The sensory overload I experienced brought a lump to my throat.
"You don't have to feel awkward, Alan," she breathed, "I understand."
"Do you?" I gurgled, my throat working as I swallowed heavily.
"It isn't unheard of, you know," Michelle smirked.
I gulped again and dragged my attention up to her face. "I don't know what to say," I moaned.
She got to her feet and moved around the coffee table.
My pulse raced when Michelle squatted in front of me. She laid both hands on my knees and, fixing me with a direct look, quietly said, "You don't have to say anything. I keep trying to tell you ... I understand."
"I've been such an idiot," I sighed.
Her fingers squeezed my knees while Michelle shook her head in slow denial. "Absolutely not," she said, emphatic in tone. "You're kidding me. I'm extremely flattered, Alan."
I blinked at her as she pouted and her head canted to one side.
Michelle regarded me for a time, expression thoughtful. Then she sighed and said, "It makes me feel so good to know that you find me attractive." Shrugging, she continued with, "And it was driving me mad not knowing who it was leaving those notes. But now I know ..." Pausing, Michelle pondered and finished with, "Well, let's just say, now that I know it was you, I don't mind at all."
Joy surged inside me, words tumbling out in my relief. "Yuh-you're so lovely," I stammered. "I can't stop thinking about you. Ever since I saw you in your yellow bikini, last summer, the day you asked me to move your barbecue ..."
Michelle's eyes went wide. "Ah, the yellow bikini," she said, nodding. Rising to her feet she looked down at me, fists on her hips. "And I thought it was love," quipped Michelle, "but you just want me for my body."
In the intensity of the moment, the humour was lost on me. "No ... Yes ..." I babbled. "I mean ... Uh ... You ..."
Michelle batted the air with one hand. "Alan, stop, please. I'm joking," she sighed. "I was only teasing. I get it, Alan, I really do." She shook her head, amused, and, chuckling, added, "You don't have to tie yourself up in knots."
Returning to the sofa Michelle sat down, arranging the long skirt around her legs. "Listen," she continued, abruptly serious, her change in tone making me blink. "You know how old I am, right?"
I nodded -- Michelle being fifty-three wasn't an issue for me. I thought she was gorgeous.
"It wouldn't work, Alan. A romance just wouldn't be fair on you. When you're forty, I'll be ... Well, I'll be in my 70s. I don't think you'd fancy me much then. And," she added softly, "I've got a boyfriend already. Even if it was just a physical thing between us ..." Michelle shrugged again and left it hanging.
Desperation welled up in a hot rush and I blurted, "Can't I just kiss you?"
Michelle gazed back at me, eyes imploring. "Oh, Alan ..." she sighed.
Sitting upright, I couldn't stem the flow. "I just want to so much," I babbled. "I wouldn't tell anyone. He wouldn't find out. It would be only one kiss." I could hear the urgency in my own voice and, growing ever more frantic, knowing I was making more of an idiot of myself, continued with, "Please ... cuh-can't I kiss you? Just once?"
I had no idea why the idea of kissing her once would melt Michelle's apparent reluctance. But my desire was so great I was losing control, edging towards a precipice, desperate.
I saw the pity in her eyes and, despite knowing it was a useless exercise, carried right on.
"Or ... or ... or if you break up with him," I gabbled, "won't you think about it then? I can wait. You don't love him, do you? If you break up with him, I'll still be here."
When I finally shut up she was looking at me and shaking her head. "I can't cheat, Alan. My ex-husband did that to me and I won't ever do it to anyone else. You'd be better off finding a girl nearer your own age. Mooning over me isn't the healthy thing to do."
It was all slipping away and I couldn't stand it. Even though I'd known on an intellectual level that it would never happen, being so close to her, the two of us in her living room together with the secret out in the open had given me some hope.
But, like a leaky balloon, the fight rapidly left me. I realised it was futile and emotion squeezed my chest.
I nodded, forlorn as I breathed a devastated, "Yes ... Okay... I ... uh ... I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."
"It's all right," Michelle replied softly. "Drink your coffee, Alan. Calm down."
Sipping mindlessly I stared off at nothing.
"Are you all right, Alan?" Michelle asked.
Swallowing down the bitter disappointment, I sucked in a deep breath and fought for control, self-loathing at my own weakness filling me.
Humiliated and unable to look Michelle in the face I mumbled a disconsolate, "I think I'd better go."
Michelle shook her head and stated an emphatic, "No. Wait a bit," she insisted. "Drink your coffee. You can't leave it like this. You'll feel bad about it later. We need to clear the air. I don't want you to leave feeling this way, Alan.
Michelle said, "Don't be embarrassed, Alan. Come in," she gently added. "Let's just talk about it."
"I'm sorry," I croaked as I turned to face her square on.
Her smile beamed at me. "Don't be sorry," she said, the tone kindly. She waved me towards her again. "I understand, truly. Please, won't you just come in? It's freezing out here."
Still resisting, I offered a weak excuse. "I have to be at work in an hour."
Michelle held up the envelope and condemned me with the irrefutable evidence of my puerile crush.
I winced and closed my eyes until she murmured, "It's Valentine's Day and you sent me a card. Come on," she insisted. "Come in. You don't have to rush off."
Mortification washed over me in a hot tide. Michelle knew I could walk to work in ten minutes. She was fully aware there was no desperate need for me to leave.
I looked at her and clarity hit home. How could I have been so stupid? For the first time in months I could see the situation for what it was: me, nineteen; an apprentice mechanic lusting after the unattainable. Michelle was a sophisticated, independent career woman over three decades my senior. It was ludicrous to have ever imagined a relationship between us. I was crazy to think my flowery hyperbolic prose would impress her.
I should have left it in the realm of fantasy, just tugged my dick and dreamed.
However, regardless of my desire to run and hide under a stone, I found myself moving along the path towards the house. I followed Michelle inside and hung my jacket on the newel post at the foot of the stairs. I loitered near the front door, reluctant to face the post mortem until Michelle called me into the living room.
"Okay," Michelle said briskly, all business. "How about you sitting down and I'll make us some tea -- or would you prefer coffee?"
I mumbled about coffee and she turned to leave.
"Sit down," added Michelle, pointing to the chair. "I'll be a minute or two." She jabbed a forefinger at me for emphasis. "Don't you dare run off."
***
Her heels pecked on the parquet when she returned. I looked up from my boots when I heard the sound, internal wrangling over for the time being. Michelle strode into the room, purposeful, a force to be reckoned with. She came in with a mug for me and a more delicately appropriate cup for herself, handing me my coffee before settling elegantly onto the large L-shaped sofa opposite my chair. She eyed me and sipped her tea while I looked everywhere except directly at her.
I vaguely registered how physically similar the house was to ours next door. But while my parents were firmly entrenched in middle-age, Michelle's tastes ran to the more contemporary. The white walls and blonde-wood flooring made the place look clean, the colours brightening the room to give the place a light, airy atmosphere despite the dank February day beyond the big bay window. The settee upon which Michelle was perched was vast, all tan leather and so wide it could sleep four people. A huge print hung on one wall, a black and white scene of Waterloo Bridge, the bright-red double-decker bus in stark contrast against the monochrome background. A silver-cased BOSE system sat on top of shiny metal unit while a massive flat screen television was fixed to the wall opposite the print. In the no man's land between us, a low coffee table completed the somewhat minimalist effect.
"Alan?" Michelle said, her voice pulling my attention to her face. "What's going on? Why the card ... And what about all those other notes, too?"
I sat there and wished I were invisible. "Uh," I managed, unable to formulate a more articulate response.
Michelle chuckled. "It's a crush, isn't it?"
I felt my face burn and knew I was as red as the bus in the print.
Michelle sighed. "You're embarrassed, aren't you? I know you're cringing, Alan. You didn't expect me to find out, but now you've been caught ..."
I felt cornered, trapped by Michelle's intent stare. Panic welled in my chest. I was flustered by the direct questioning and my body's response at being in such close proximity to the object of my desire. The hint of her scent sent a ripple of arousal through me regardless of my discomfiture.
My cock was hard.
"Ah," I groaned. "I ... I'm so sorry. I ..."
Fidgeting in response to my inappropriate and ill-timed desire I then noticed the fortuitous gape in her blouse, Michelle's positioning affording me a glimpse of a lilac bra through a gap between the buttons. The sight unsettled me even more, especially since I could also glimpse a section of breast flesh, my eyes drawn like twin compass needles.
Michelle shifted and leaned forward, the gap closing even as the valley between her breasts deepened. The sensory overload I experienced brought a lump to my throat.
"You don't have to feel awkward, Alan," she breathed, "I understand."
"Do you?" I gurgled, my throat working as I swallowed heavily.
"It isn't unheard of, you know," Michelle smirked.
I gulped again and dragged my attention up to her face. "I don't know what to say," I moaned.
She got to her feet and moved around the coffee table.
My pulse raced when Michelle squatted in front of me. She laid both hands on my knees and, fixing me with a direct look, quietly said, "You don't have to say anything. I keep trying to tell you ... I understand."
"I've been such an idiot," I sighed.
Her fingers squeezed my knees while Michelle shook her head in slow denial. "Absolutely not," she said, emphatic in tone. "You're kidding me. I'm extremely flattered, Alan."
I blinked at her as she pouted and her head canted to one side.
Michelle regarded me for a time, expression thoughtful. Then she sighed and said, "It makes me feel so good to know that you find me attractive." Shrugging, she continued with, "And it was driving me mad not knowing who it was leaving those notes. But now I know ..." Pausing, Michelle pondered and finished with, "Well, let's just say, now that I know it was you, I don't mind at all."
Joy surged inside me, words tumbling out in my relief. "Yuh-you're so lovely," I stammered. "I can't stop thinking about you. Ever since I saw you in your yellow bikini, last summer, the day you asked me to move your barbecue ..."
Michelle's eyes went wide. "Ah, the yellow bikini," she said, nodding. Rising to her feet she looked down at me, fists on her hips. "And I thought it was love," quipped Michelle, "but you just want me for my body."
In the intensity of the moment, the humour was lost on me. "No ... Yes ..." I babbled. "I mean ... Uh ... You ..."
Michelle batted the air with one hand. "Alan, stop, please. I'm joking," she sighed. "I was only teasing. I get it, Alan, I really do." She shook her head, amused, and, chuckling, added, "You don't have to tie yourself up in knots."
Returning to the sofa Michelle sat down, arranging the long skirt around her legs. "Listen," she continued, abruptly serious, her change in tone making me blink. "You know how old I am, right?"
I nodded -- Michelle being fifty-three wasn't an issue for me. I thought she was gorgeous.
"It wouldn't work, Alan. A romance just wouldn't be fair on you. When you're forty, I'll be ... Well, I'll be in my 70s. I don't think you'd fancy me much then. And," she added softly, "I've got a boyfriend already. Even if it was just a physical thing between us ..." Michelle shrugged again and left it hanging.
Desperation welled up in a hot rush and I blurted, "Can't I just kiss you?"
Michelle gazed back at me, eyes imploring. "Oh, Alan ..." she sighed.
Sitting upright, I couldn't stem the flow. "I just want to so much," I babbled. "I wouldn't tell anyone. He wouldn't find out. It would be only one kiss." I could hear the urgency in my own voice and, growing ever more frantic, knowing I was making more of an idiot of myself, continued with, "Please ... cuh-can't I kiss you? Just once?"
I had no idea why the idea of kissing her once would melt Michelle's apparent reluctance. But my desire was so great I was losing control, edging towards a precipice, desperate.
I saw the pity in her eyes and, despite knowing it was a useless exercise, carried right on.
"Or ... or ... or if you break up with him," I gabbled, "won't you think about it then? I can wait. You don't love him, do you? If you break up with him, I'll still be here."
When I finally shut up she was looking at me and shaking her head. "I can't cheat, Alan. My ex-husband did that to me and I won't ever do it to anyone else. You'd be better off finding a girl nearer your own age. Mooning over me isn't the healthy thing to do."
It was all slipping away and I couldn't stand it. Even though I'd known on an intellectual level that it would never happen, being so close to her, the two of us in her living room together with the secret out in the open had given me some hope.
But, like a leaky balloon, the fight rapidly left me. I realised it was futile and emotion squeezed my chest.
I nodded, forlorn as I breathed a devastated, "Yes ... Okay... I ... uh ... I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."
"It's all right," Michelle replied softly. "Drink your coffee, Alan. Calm down."
Sipping mindlessly I stared off at nothing.
"Are you all right, Alan?" Michelle asked.
Swallowing down the bitter disappointment, I sucked in a deep breath and fought for control, self-loathing at my own weakness filling me.
Humiliated and unable to look Michelle in the face I mumbled a disconsolate, "I think I'd better go."
Michelle shook her head and stated an emphatic, "No. Wait a bit," she insisted. "Drink your coffee. You can't leave it like this. You'll feel bad about it later. We need to clear the air. I don't want you to leave feeling this way, Alan.
"
I blinked against the hot tears and looked at her, my heart wrenching while, simultaneously, hot desire flared inside me.
"Stay," urged Michelle, her expression concerned.
Disgraced and embarrassed but so far gone with the need to be near her, I sacrificed my self-respect for a few precious minutes in Michelle's company. "Okay," I croaked, sniffing.
Michelle sighed. "Good."
Silence ensued for a minute where Michelle allowed me time to gather my thoughts and collect my scattered emotions. I sucked in deep breaths, the air hissing out of my nose.
Reality returned, clarity resumed and, feeling a prize tube, my eyes flicked away from Michelle's worried frown as I sipped coffee.
Then I apologised again, "I'm sorry about everything. I should have known better."
Michelle leaned back and crossed her legs before clasping her hands one on top of the other over her raised knee.
She eyed me for a few seconds and then sighed, saying, "I do wish you'd stop going on about how sorry you are. You haven't done anything bad, Alan." Michelle waved a dismissive hand. "Oh, perhaps I was a little concerned about some weird stalker at first. But now I know it was you, Alan, like I said before, I'm very flattered." Her tone softened even more when Michelle uncrossed her legs and leaned forward, elbows on her thighs, hands dangling, her position incongruous to her usual elegance, like a warehouseman on a smoke break. "Having you pay me so much attention is quite a compliment. In fact, I can't tell you how good it makes me feel. Really, it's a boost to know a good-looking young man would be interested in me."
Michelle paused, hesitating before adding, "If things were different, if I didn't have Zach ..." Then she grinned and floored me by saying, "If you'd made a move the day I asked you to shift the barbecue ... I was still a single lady then and, well, as I recall, it was a warm afternoon and I'd been on the white wine."
I boggled when the implication seeped through. Astounded at this revelation I just sat there and gaped, jaw hanging, the weight of Michelle's disclosure settling in the pit of my stomach like a brick in a pool of mud.
"I get a little frisky when I drink white wine on hot days," finished Michelle, adding to my torment.
Stunned, it took me several moments to recover enough to gurgle a choked, "You mean you ...? If I'd ...?"
Michelle pouted, a moue of contemplation twisting her red-painted lips. "I can't say for definite," she said, chuckling, eyebrows going up to her fringe. "But we might have had a kiss and a cuddle, yes."
Groaning, I leaned forward and dumped the coffee mug onto the table. "Shit," I hissed with my face in my palms. My hands dropped and I regarded the woman sitting opposite me. After repeating the expletive I muttered, "Knowing that that doesn't help me at all."
Michelle pulled a face and levered upright.
Apparently realising her faux-pas her face twisted with what I took to be chagrin. Sorry, she mouthed.
A moment or two passed before she said, "Tell you what, like you said that if Zach and I break up ..."
Resurgent hope soared. I sat up, spine straightening.
"No promises," she continued, holding up a hand. "But, you and me, Alan, I don't see why we couldn't go on a date." Michelle shrugged and finished with, "If I ever finish with Zach, of course. Which I'm not going to."
My stomach flipped when she said it, the images coming rapidly, an entire scene flashing through my mind in a blink.
In my mind's eye I saw Michelle smiling at me as I presented her with a bottle of wine. It was summer and she was in the yellow bikini. Michelle took the gift and led me through to her back garden, buttocks jiggling, her feminine hip-sway holding my attention. Next, in a fast-forward step she was naked and giggling with the alcohol. I was bare as well, my erection huge as I gazed in wonder at Michelle's body. I'm horny, Alan, the fantasy murmured. White wine and a warm day ...
She moved in close and curled her fingers around my cock, her tongue sliding into my mouth.
But in Michelle's living room it was still Valentine's Day. I blinked at the corporeal Michelle, gulping before breathing an astonished, "Would you really go out with me?
The woman nodded immediately and replied with, "Yes, of course," but raised an index finger straight away and issued a caveat. "But I want you to get on with your life, Alan. You need to think about a girlfriend of your own." Michelle fixed me with a stern expression and told me in no uncertain terms I wasn't to cling to the suggestion. "Because I have no plans to chuck Zach," she said.
Jealousy spiked my chest when Michelle grinned and continued with, "He's quite fun. We have a good time together. We're both old enough and experienced enough to understand each other." She waved a hand. "Oh, it isn't love, but we're getting along. It works in a way we both appreciate, and at my age I'm a bit jaded by love. However, Alan, if anything did occur ..."
My throat worked while she stared at me.
"... Let's just say I'd be happy to go on a little date with you."
"I don't believe it," I groaned. Blinking, I gulped again and slowly shook my head, berating myself with, "Why didn't I say something?"
"Don't get worked up," Michelle sighed, exasperation flickering across her face. "Don't get upset. You didn't say anything, and that's that. And this date idea, it's a maybe, no promises. If anything happens between me and Zach ...
"I want you to promise me you'll stop being so silly about me and try to find someone more age-appropriate." Michelle thrust a more belligerent stare my way and insisted. "Alan...? I want you to promise me ..."
It seemed like Michelle wouldn't be shifted. There was nothing I could do or say to influence her and I decided the best course would be to agree and hope for the best. It wasn't the ideal outcome, but was still infinitely better than I could have hoped.
I mumbled a few utterances of acceptance to the terms and Michelle, apparently satisfied, said, "Good, it's settled then."
She relaxed and eased back against the settee, with me simply appreciating the way she looked just lounging there. Despite what I'd so grudgingly promised I still experienced the urge to stand and go to her and lean in for a kiss. I wanted to rip the blouse open and bury my face between her big breasts. The memory of her yellow bikini rushed back and desire rose in a hot welling of lust, my cock stiffening with renewed interest.
The resurgent feelings were exactly the same as the day I'd seen so much of Michelle's body, the yellow bikini enhancing her appeal.
A lewd mind-reel flashed across my consciousness, fantasies forming in my head until Michelle, oblivious to the turmoil raging inside me, glanced at her watch and said, "Drink up your coffee, Alan. I don't mean to be rude but I have a couple of things to do before my first appointment."
I tried to stall her but soon found myself on my feet, the erection painfully constricted inside my jeans. I could feel the cold seep of pre-cum smeared over my underwear and hoped the stain wouldn't show.
"Are you all right?" Michelle asked, the question causing me some concern until I realised she meant my emotional state rather than any embarrassing damp patches. I didn't think I could take any more humiliation brought on by a map of Africa appearing on the front of my jeans.
"I'm good," I croaked, thankful for the length of my tee-shirt hanging just far enough to mask my arousal.
"As long as you're sure," Michelle murmured from a few feet away. "We can be friends, you know, Alan. You don't have to avoid me and you don't have to feel silly." Throwing me a bright smile, she added a chirpy, "You can even come round for a coffee and a chat every now and then ... If you like."
What I wanted most at the time, if I couldn't fuck her of course, was to make an exit without causing myself any further embarrassment. It was only just gone 8 a.m. but I'd already suffered enough for a month, let alone a morning.
"That'd be good," I mumbled, slouching for the front door.
I grabbed my coat and was about to twist the handle when Michelle's murmur stopped me.
"Alan," she breathed.
I turned back to see her smiling and she flung out both arms. "Give me a hug before you go."
Without thinking I stepped into the embrace, my arms encircling her. I'd always had the impression Michelle was bigger than the woman I held in my arms. Perhaps I'd been influenced by her generous bosom and exaggerated height due to her habitual heels, but holding her close, her scent wafting between us, the heat coming off her body and with Michelle's breasts pressed against my chest I was surprised to discover she was quite petite.
I could easily pick her up and carry her to her bedroom up the stairs.
Then, my senses overwhelmed by such intimate proximity, I nuzzled my face against Michelle's neck, kissing her skin, teeth brushing her throat.
"Oh God, don't," breathed Michelle. "I shouldn't have asked for a hug. I'm so close to kissing you, Alan," she moaned. "I want to but I can't cheat." She pulled back and held me at arms' length, holding my eyes with her hot, heavy-lidded gaze. "I won't cheat," she said through clenched teeth.
The reminder of her boyfriend filled me with guilt and I found the backbone to step away. "I'm sorry," I mumbled. "You were so close and ..."
I saw Michelle's throat work with her own internal struggle. She held up a hand, eyes closed, cheek turned to me to silence my apology. "I shouldn't have asked you to hug me," she croaked, opening her eyes. With the glazed look gone, she added, "It was my fault. I was stupid to do it." Michelle offered me a watery smile. "Thank you for the card, Alan," she said. "Happy Valentine's day."
Then I was outside with my coat dangling from my hand, breath puffing in clouds as I tried to make sense of it all.
I blinked against the hot tears and looked at her, my heart wrenching while, simultaneously, hot desire flared inside me.
"Stay," urged Michelle, her expression concerned.
Disgraced and embarrassed but so far gone with the need to be near her, I sacrificed my self-respect for a few precious minutes in Michelle's company. "Okay," I croaked, sniffing.
Michelle sighed. "Good."
Silence ensued for a minute where Michelle allowed me time to gather my thoughts and collect my scattered emotions. I sucked in deep breaths, the air hissing out of my nose.
Reality returned, clarity resumed and, feeling a prize tube, my eyes flicked away from Michelle's worried frown as I sipped coffee.
Then I apologised again, "I'm sorry about everything. I should have known better."
Michelle leaned back and crossed her legs before clasping her hands one on top of the other over her raised knee.
She eyed me for a few seconds and then sighed, saying, "I do wish you'd stop going on about how sorry you are. You haven't done anything bad, Alan." Michelle waved a dismissive hand. "Oh, perhaps I was a little concerned about some weird stalker at first. But now I know it was you, Alan, like I said before, I'm very flattered." Her tone softened even more when Michelle uncrossed her legs and leaned forward, elbows on her thighs, hands dangling, her position incongruous to her usual elegance, like a warehouseman on a smoke break. "Having you pay me so much attention is quite a compliment. In fact, I can't tell you how good it makes me feel. Really, it's a boost to know a good-looking young man would be interested in me."
Michelle paused, hesitating before adding, "If things were different, if I didn't have Zach ..." Then she grinned and floored me by saying, "If you'd made a move the day I asked you to shift the barbecue ... I was still a single lady then and, well, as I recall, it was a warm afternoon and I'd been on the white wine."
I boggled when the implication seeped through. Astounded at this revelation I just sat there and gaped, jaw hanging, the weight of Michelle's disclosure settling in the pit of my stomach like a brick in a pool of mud.
"I get a little frisky when I drink white wine on hot days," finished Michelle, adding to my torment.
Stunned, it took me several moments to recover enough to gurgle a choked, "You mean you ...? If I'd ...?"
Michelle pouted, a moue of contemplation twisting her red-painted lips. "I can't say for definite," she said, chuckling, eyebrows going up to her fringe. "But we might have had a kiss and a cuddle, yes."
Groaning, I leaned forward and dumped the coffee mug onto the table. "Shit," I hissed with my face in my palms. My hands dropped and I regarded the woman sitting opposite me. After repeating the expletive I muttered, "Knowing that that doesn't help me at all."
Michelle pulled a face and levered upright.
Apparently realising her faux-pas her face twisted with what I took to be chagrin. Sorry, she mouthed.
A moment or two passed before she said, "Tell you what, like you said that if Zach and I break up ..."
Resurgent hope soared. I sat up, spine straightening.
"No promises," she continued, holding up a hand. "But, you and me, Alan, I don't see why we couldn't go on a date." Michelle shrugged and finished with, "If I ever finish with Zach, of course. Which I'm not going to."
My stomach flipped when she said it, the images coming rapidly, an entire scene flashing through my mind in a blink.
In my mind's eye I saw Michelle smiling at me as I presented her with a bottle of wine. It was summer and she was in the yellow bikini. Michelle took the gift and led me through to her back garden, buttocks jiggling, her feminine hip-sway holding my attention. Next, in a fast-forward step she was naked and giggling with the alcohol. I was bare as well, my erection huge as I gazed in wonder at Michelle's body. I'm horny, Alan, the fantasy murmured. White wine and a warm day ...
She moved in close and curled her fingers around my cock, her tongue sliding into my mouth.
But in Michelle's living room it was still Valentine's Day. I blinked at the corporeal Michelle, gulping before breathing an astonished, "Would you really go out with me?
The woman nodded immediately and replied with, "Yes, of course," but raised an index finger straight away and issued a caveat. "But I want you to get on with your life, Alan. You need to think about a girlfriend of your own." Michelle fixed me with a stern expression and told me in no uncertain terms I wasn't to cling to the suggestion. "Because I have no plans to chuck Zach," she said.
Jealousy spiked my chest when Michelle grinned and continued with, "He's quite fun. We have a good time together. We're both old enough and experienced enough to understand each other." She waved a hand. "Oh, it isn't love, but we're getting along. It works in a way we both appreciate, and at my age I'm a bit jaded by love. However, Alan, if anything did occur ..."
My throat worked while she stared at me.
"... Let's just say I'd be happy to go on a little date with you."
"I don't believe it," I groaned. Blinking, I gulped again and slowly shook my head, berating myself with, "Why didn't I say something?"
"Don't get worked up," Michelle sighed, exasperation flickering across her face. "Don't get upset. You didn't say anything, and that's that. And this date idea, it's a maybe, no promises. If anything happens between me and Zach ...
"I want you to promise me you'll stop being so silly about me and try to find someone more age-appropriate." Michelle thrust a more belligerent stare my way and insisted. "Alan...? I want you to promise me ..."
It seemed like Michelle wouldn't be shifted. There was nothing I could do or say to influence her and I decided the best course would be to agree and hope for the best. It wasn't the ideal outcome, but was still infinitely better than I could have hoped.
I mumbled a few utterances of acceptance to the terms and Michelle, apparently satisfied, said, "Good, it's settled then."
She relaxed and eased back against the settee, with me simply appreciating the way she looked just lounging there. Despite what I'd so grudgingly promised I still experienced the urge to stand and go to her and lean in for a kiss. I wanted to rip the blouse open and bury my face between her big breasts. The memory of her yellow bikini rushed back and desire rose in a hot welling of lust, my cock stiffening with renewed interest.
The resurgent feelings were exactly the same as the day I'd seen so much of Michelle's body, the yellow bikini enhancing her appeal.
A lewd mind-reel flashed across my consciousness, fantasies forming in my head until Michelle, oblivious to the turmoil raging inside me, glanced at her watch and said, "Drink up your coffee, Alan. I don't mean to be rude but I have a couple of things to do before my first appointment."
I tried to stall her but soon found myself on my feet, the erection painfully constricted inside my jeans. I could feel the cold seep of pre-cum smeared over my underwear and hoped the stain wouldn't show.
"Are you all right?" Michelle asked, the question causing me some concern until I realised she meant my emotional state rather than any embarrassing damp patches. I didn't think I could take any more humiliation brought on by a map of Africa appearing on the front of my jeans.
"I'm good," I croaked, thankful for the length of my tee-shirt hanging just far enough to mask my arousal.
"As long as you're sure," Michelle murmured from a few feet away. "We can be friends, you know, Alan. You don't have to avoid me and you don't have to feel silly." Throwing me a bright smile, she added a chirpy, "You can even come round for a coffee and a chat every now and then ... If you like."
What I wanted most at the time, if I couldn't fuck her of course, was to make an exit without causing myself any further embarrassment. It was only just gone 8 a.m. but I'd already suffered enough for a month, let alone a morning.
"That'd be good," I mumbled, slouching for the front door.
I grabbed my coat and was about to twist the handle when Michelle's murmur stopped me.
"Alan," she breathed.
I turned back to see her smiling and she flung out both arms. "Give me a hug before you go."
Without thinking I stepped into the embrace, my arms encircling her. I'd always had the impression Michelle was bigger than the woman I held in my arms. Perhaps I'd been influenced by her generous bosom and exaggerated height due to her habitual heels, but holding her close, her scent wafting between us, the heat coming off her body and with Michelle's breasts pressed against my chest I was surprised to discover she was quite petite.
I could easily pick her up and carry her to her bedroom up the stairs.
Then, my senses overwhelmed by such intimate proximity, I nuzzled my face against Michelle's neck, kissing her skin, teeth brushing her throat.
"Oh God, don't," breathed Michelle. "I shouldn't have asked for a hug. I'm so close to kissing you, Alan," she moaned. "I want to but I can't cheat." She pulled back and held me at arms' length, holding my eyes with her hot, heavy-lidded gaze. "I won't cheat," she said through clenched teeth.
The reminder of her boyfriend filled me with guilt and I found the backbone to step away. "I'm sorry," I mumbled. "You were so close and ..."
I saw Michelle's throat work with her own internal struggle. She held up a hand, eyes closed, cheek turned to me to silence my apology. "I shouldn't have asked you to hug me," she croaked, opening her eyes. With the glazed look gone, she added, "It was my fault. I was stupid to do it." Michelle offered me a watery smile. "Thank you for the card, Alan," she said. "Happy Valentine's day."
Then I was outside with my coat dangling from my hand, breath puffing in clouds as I tried to make sense of it all.
Two
Fortunately I had an easy morning: a couple of oil changes and some other mechanical tinkering I could manage without concentrating. To focus on something more complex would have been impossible due to my drifting attention, my thoughts turning constantly to Michelle and the what-might-have-been scenarios.
Then there was the issue of her confession near the door: she had been close to kissing me.
I hugged that secret to me, savouring the happiness of knowing there was a chink in Michelle's armour.
It had been a most revealing yet confounding twenty minutes in Michelle's company and my mind continually turned over what she had said, the recollection of how close we'd come to kissing persistently pushing to the fore. There had been some progress -- at least I knew how she felt and had somehow mined a nugget of pure gold, extracting the promise of a date from Michelle if it ever went wrong with her boyfriend.
Tormented by being so close yet so far, I worked automatically and suffered through the morning until the tea-break at half ten. Then Michelle's influence slewed my world again, the jolt coming as I walked past the office and John the manager called out to me.
John smirked when I paused at his door. "A lady came in with this for you." He held an envelope up and waved it. "Looks like a Valentine's card, Alan." Leering at me, John indicated I should enter his domain. "You mucky dog," he said, winking when I stepped in to take the proffered envelope. "She's old enough to be your mum ... but what a looker! I hope she's teaching you the good stuff." John winked again, clicking his tongue at me as I turned to leave. "Half your luck," I heard from the office. "Wish my missis looked half as good..."
Incredulous, I scuttled along the corridor and went outside into the chill February day. I didn't want the others to start on about the card. Right then I needed to open it in private. I would get enough stick from them later once John's big mouth spread the word.
Everything lurched and twisted inside me when I scanned the handwritten scrawl inside the card. My heart leapt and my stomach flipped while anxiety and fear combined in a visceral curl. I felt the adrenalin surge, my pulse tub-thumping in my ears. Even my sphincter clenched when the meaning hit me.
The card shook as I read: Dinner tonight? Phone me. Michelle. I saw a mobile number and breathed an epithet of amazement.
***
By the time I made the call I had the phone number memorised. I'd dithered, my mood oscillating between stratospheric euphoria and the depths of fear. Somehow, caught in a tumult of emotions, I worked on until lunchtime, sliding out through the back door to make the call at least six times in the interim. I snuck out with the intention of phoning Michelle firmly planted, always balking before pressing the send button. All morning as I worked on, my nerves tightened while I played conversations in my head. Then the hour for lunch was an agony of indecision, my mobile constantly in my hand, my fear rendering the device useless.
By then, thanks to the predictably indiscrete John, the word had gone round and I was the butt of outrageous banter. I took the hits, each jibe and supposedly humorous comment winding me tighter. Eventually, finally, only a minute or two before work recommenced, unable to countenance the strain of indecisiveness any longer, I let the call ring through.
...And hit voicemail.
When the recorded message began I panicked and hung up, fumbling with the phone in my agitation. Bending to collect the thing from the floor I cursed myself. "Don't be such a wanker," I muttered. "This is what you wanted. Just do it."
So, sucking in a deep breath I tried again, leaving a somewhat stumbling message about having received the card and how dinner sounded fantastic.
As agitated as the proverbial cat on the hot tin roof I waited for a response, with my phone bleeping ten minutes later. I was leaning into the innards of a BMW at the time, busy doing nothing much since I was too fraught to work on anything meaningful.
When I heard the notification tone my heart literally skipped a beat, pulse accelerating like a jet-fighter off an aircraft carrier. I used a call of nature as an excuse to retrieve the text, the use of phones being strictly prohibited in the workshop. I was actually flouting the rules by having the device with me but was in such a state of high agitation I couldn't leave it in my locker as convention demanded.
Inside the cubicle my hands shook so much I almost dropped the phone into the toilet pan. I cursed and forced myself to take deep breaths, calming myself sufficiently so I could press buttons in the right order with no major mishap.
And there it was, my fate decided. Michelle's response was: b hEr 7. I hav wine. Michelle xxx.
"Oh shit," I breathed, nerves dancing a jig in my guts. The allusion to the wine confused me -- surely she didn't mean ...?
Scared witless by the possibilities I checked the time, wondering how I was going to keep sane with just under five-and-a-half hours until the dinner date with Michelle.
***
Somehow I got through the day and almost sprinted from the workshop as soon as it was time. At home I bathed and shaved and clock-watched, time passing with maddening recalcitrance. Finally, at five minutes to the hour I couldn't bear to wait any longer, leaving the house, my mood switching at least half-a-dozen times between our gate and hers.
With the moment on me I walked towards her front door as though going to my own execution.
A gamut of emotions fought for supremacy: it was Christmas and the dentist all mixed up in one huge seething ball of trepidation and excitement, which only got worse when Michelle answered my knock. Everything surged when I saw her, huge welling of dread and keen excitement so strong I almost threw up.
"Well, hello, Alan," murmured Michelle, amused eyes glinting at me from behind the rimless, rectangular windows of her spectacles. "I'm so glad you came."
I stood there and gawped when she stepped aside and angled the door wider. The power of speech had left the building and I was unable to move. The best I could manage was to stare, agog.
I could tell by Michelle's expression my response was exactly what she'd hoped for. Her choice of dress had achieved the desired effect and she smirked at me.
Michelle's head tilted as she looked at me and said, "Are you going to stand there all evening? It's cold, Alan; you'll freeze if you don't come in."
In a daze I stepped into the house, stunned by her entirely modest but very provocative denim skirt, the hem falling to an extremely flattering point on Michelle's thighs. My reaction owed less to brevity than the zip running suggestively perpendicular and dead centre along the front of the skirt. One pull upwards and she might as well not be wearing it.
"Happy Valentine's day," Michelle purred behind me, closing the door to seal me inside her lair. Moving past me, she added, "I have wine, or beer if you prefer. I'm assuming you'd like a proper drink? But you can always have coffee or tea, if you like."
She moved to the kitchen, with me following in a fugue.
Michelle stood in front of the big American-style fridge and folded her arms, her stare confronting me as she asked, "What'll it be, Alan?"
I roused myself and requested a beer, forcing my eyes away from the skirt and its incendiary zip. As my attention moved north to Michelle's face, I took in the jade-green, short-sleeved, button-fronted blouse, the style incongruously reminiscent of something a clerk might wear to work -- only a hell of a lot sexier when worn by Michelle, the high heels accentuating the erotic effect.
Michelle grinned at me. "Beer it is," she smiled, turning towards the fridge.
With her back turned I took the opportunity to glance at Michelle's derriere, her rounded buttocks thrust back slightly as she angled her pelvis and reached in to grab for beer and her bottle of wine. The shape of her legs sent a ripple of yearning through me, the shoes enhancing their aesthetic appeal. I was an ardent fan of Michelle's well-turned ankles and calves and long, lean thighs.
"Here you go," said Michelle, leaving me with the can cold in my hand while her heels pecked across the tiled floor. She pulled the cork and poured wine, closing her eyes in appreciation of the first sip. "Right, shall we go through to the lounge?" Michelle purred, expression questioning.
Still recovering, I emitted a less-than-articulate, "Uh ... Yeah ... Sure."
Michelle chuckled and moved closer, reaching out to stroke my arm. "Come on then," she crooned.
In the lounge we sat down, me in the chair I'd occupied in the morning while Michelle arranged herself on the sofa.
"There's your card," Michelle murmured, indicating a splash of colour next to the BOSE. She leaned back, reclining, watching my face when her skirt rode higher.
Feeling very much like the prey I gulped beer, waiting for her to say something while Michelle sipped wine, her gaze feline over the rim of the glass.
Eventually, she spoke. "I suppose you're wondering ...?"
I blinked at her and, not yet able to speak, forced her to expand with, "About why I've invited you over. About Zach and what I said. I think I've confused the hell out of you?"
To be honest I hadn't thought about Zach at all, my mind had been too full of his girlfriend, but I gave a start at the mention of his name.
"Zach?" I croaked. "But ...?
"It's all right, Alan," Michelle assured me. "I've spoken to him and he's fine."
"Huh-he's fine?" I gasped. "Wuh-with what?"
Michelle smirked again, sipping wine, somehow contriving to slide further into the sofa, her skirt slipping higher.
"With this," she cooed and then added a glittery-eyed, "With you being here with me. With us."
It had been a day of repeated surprises, with this latest just one more body blow in a series of hits.
Fortunately I had an easy morning: a couple of oil changes and some other mechanical tinkering I could manage without concentrating. To focus on something more complex would have been impossible due to my drifting attention, my thoughts turning constantly to Michelle and the what-might-have-been scenarios.
Then there was the issue of her confession near the door: she had been close to kissing me.
I hugged that secret to me, savouring the happiness of knowing there was a chink in Michelle's armour.
It had been a most revealing yet confounding twenty minutes in Michelle's company and my mind continually turned over what she had said, the recollection of how close we'd come to kissing persistently pushing to the fore. There had been some progress -- at least I knew how she felt and had somehow mined a nugget of pure gold, extracting the promise of a date from Michelle if it ever went wrong with her boyfriend.
Tormented by being so close yet so far, I worked automatically and suffered through the morning until the tea-break at half ten. Then Michelle's influence slewed my world again, the jolt coming as I walked past the office and John the manager called out to me.
John smirked when I paused at his door. "A lady came in with this for you." He held an envelope up and waved it. "Looks like a Valentine's card, Alan." Leering at me, John indicated I should enter his domain. "You mucky dog," he said, winking when I stepped in to take the proffered envelope. "She's old enough to be your mum ... but what a looker! I hope she's teaching you the good stuff." John winked again, clicking his tongue at me as I turned to leave. "Half your luck," I heard from the office. "Wish my missis looked half as good..."
Incredulous, I scuttled along the corridor and went outside into the chill February day. I didn't want the others to start on about the card. Right then I needed to open it in private. I would get enough stick from them later once John's big mouth spread the word.
Everything lurched and twisted inside me when I scanned the handwritten scrawl inside the card. My heart leapt and my stomach flipped while anxiety and fear combined in a visceral curl. I felt the adrenalin surge, my pulse tub-thumping in my ears. Even my sphincter clenched when the meaning hit me.
The card shook as I read: Dinner tonight? Phone me. Michelle. I saw a mobile number and breathed an epithet of amazement.
***
By the time I made the call I had the phone number memorised. I'd dithered, my mood oscillating between stratospheric euphoria and the depths of fear. Somehow, caught in a tumult of emotions, I worked on until lunchtime, sliding out through the back door to make the call at least six times in the interim. I snuck out with the intention of phoning Michelle firmly planted, always balking before pressing the send button. All morning as I worked on, my nerves tightened while I played conversations in my head. Then the hour for lunch was an agony of indecision, my mobile constantly in my hand, my fear rendering the device useless.
By then, thanks to the predictably indiscrete John, the word had gone round and I was the butt of outrageous banter. I took the hits, each jibe and supposedly humorous comment winding me tighter. Eventually, finally, only a minute or two before work recommenced, unable to countenance the strain of indecisiveness any longer, I let the call ring through.
...And hit voicemail.
When the recorded message began I panicked and hung up, fumbling with the phone in my agitation. Bending to collect the thing from the floor I cursed myself. "Don't be such a wanker," I muttered. "This is what you wanted. Just do it."
So, sucking in a deep breath I tried again, leaving a somewhat stumbling message about having received the card and how dinner sounded fantastic.
As agitated as the proverbial cat on the hot tin roof I waited for a response, with my phone bleeping ten minutes later. I was leaning into the innards of a BMW at the time, busy doing nothing much since I was too fraught to work on anything meaningful.
When I heard the notification tone my heart literally skipped a beat, pulse accelerating like a jet-fighter off an aircraft carrier. I used a call of nature as an excuse to retrieve the text, the use of phones being strictly prohibited in the workshop. I was actually flouting the rules by having the device with me but was in such a state of high agitation I couldn't leave it in my locker as convention demanded.
Inside the cubicle my hands shook so much I almost dropped the phone into the toilet pan. I cursed and forced myself to take deep breaths, calming myself sufficiently so I could press buttons in the right order with no major mishap.
And there it was, my fate decided. Michelle's response was: b hEr 7. I hav wine. Michelle xxx.
"Oh shit," I breathed, nerves dancing a jig in my guts. The allusion to the wine confused me -- surely she didn't mean ...?
Scared witless by the possibilities I checked the time, wondering how I was going to keep sane with just under five-and-a-half hours until the dinner date with Michelle.
***
Somehow I got through the day and almost sprinted from the workshop as soon as it was time. At home I bathed and shaved and clock-watched, time passing with maddening recalcitrance. Finally, at five minutes to the hour I couldn't bear to wait any longer, leaving the house, my mood switching at least half-a-dozen times between our gate and hers.
With the moment on me I walked towards her front door as though going to my own execution.
A gamut of emotions fought for supremacy: it was Christmas and the dentist all mixed up in one huge seething ball of trepidation and excitement, which only got worse when Michelle answered my knock. Everything surged when I saw her, huge welling of dread and keen excitement so strong I almost threw up.
"Well, hello, Alan," murmured Michelle, amused eyes glinting at me from behind the rimless, rectangular windows of her spectacles. "I'm so glad you came."
I stood there and gawped when she stepped aside and angled the door wider. The power of speech had left the building and I was unable to move. The best I could manage was to stare, agog.
I could tell by Michelle's expression my response was exactly what she'd hoped for. Her choice of dress had achieved the desired effect and she smirked at me.
Michelle's head tilted as she looked at me and said, "Are you going to stand there all evening? It's cold, Alan; you'll freeze if you don't come in."
In a daze I stepped into the house, stunned by her entirely modest but very provocative denim skirt, the hem falling to an extremely flattering point on Michelle's thighs. My reaction owed less to brevity than the zip running suggestively perpendicular and dead centre along the front of the skirt. One pull upwards and she might as well not be wearing it.
"Happy Valentine's day," Michelle purred behind me, closing the door to seal me inside her lair. Moving past me, she added, "I have wine, or beer if you prefer. I'm assuming you'd like a proper drink? But you can always have coffee or tea, if you like."
She moved to the kitchen, with me following in a fugue.
Michelle stood in front of the big American-style fridge and folded her arms, her stare confronting me as she asked, "What'll it be, Alan?"
I roused myself and requested a beer, forcing my eyes away from the skirt and its incendiary zip. As my attention moved north to Michelle's face, I took in the jade-green, short-sleeved, button-fronted blouse, the style incongruously reminiscent of something a clerk might wear to work -- only a hell of a lot sexier when worn by Michelle, the high heels accentuating the erotic effect.
Michelle grinned at me. "Beer it is," she smiled, turning towards the fridge.
With her back turned I took the opportunity to glance at Michelle's derriere, her rounded buttocks thrust back slightly as she angled her pelvis and reached in to grab for beer and her bottle of wine. The shape of her legs sent a ripple of yearning through me, the shoes enhancing their aesthetic appeal. I was an ardent fan of Michelle's well-turned ankles and calves and long, lean thighs.
"Here you go," said Michelle, leaving me with the can cold in my hand while her heels pecked across the tiled floor. She pulled the cork and poured wine, closing her eyes in appreciation of the first sip. "Right, shall we go through to the lounge?" Michelle purred, expression questioning.
Still recovering, I emitted a less-than-articulate, "Uh ... Yeah ... Sure."
Michelle chuckled and moved closer, reaching out to stroke my arm. "Come on then," she crooned.
In the lounge we sat down, me in the chair I'd occupied in the morning while Michelle arranged herself on the sofa.
"There's your card," Michelle murmured, indicating a splash of colour next to the BOSE. She leaned back, reclining, watching my face when her skirt rode higher.
Feeling very much like the prey I gulped beer, waiting for her to say something while Michelle sipped wine, her gaze feline over the rim of the glass.
Eventually, she spoke. "I suppose you're wondering ...?"
I blinked at her and, not yet able to speak, forced her to expand with, "About why I've invited you over. About Zach and what I said. I think I've confused the hell out of you?"
To be honest I hadn't thought about Zach at all, my mind had been too full of his girlfriend, but I gave a start at the mention of his name.
"Zach?" I croaked. "But ...?
"It's all right, Alan," Michelle assured me. "I've spoken to him and he's fine."
"Huh-he's fine?" I gasped. "Wuh-with what?"
Michelle smirked again, sipping wine, somehow contriving to slide further into the sofa, her skirt slipping higher.
"With this," she cooed and then added a glittery-eyed, "With you being here with me. With us."
It had been a day of repeated surprises, with this latest just one more body blow in a series of hits.
I was digesting the implications of this snippet when Michelle slammed another punch at me.
She eyed me in her feline manner and purred, "You want to fuck me, don't you?"
My scrotum tightened while my cock thickened automatically. Gape-mouthed I stared at her before summoning the mental capacity to croak a strangled, "Oh God. Yes. Yes please ..."
"Tell me," she continued, eyes lasering into my face. "Do you think about me when you masturbate? Is that what you do, Alan? Do you think of me in my yellow bikini and stroke your cock?"
"Ooh," I whined, speechless.
Michelle fingered the same dark beads around her neck, her expression lupine. "You do, don't you? I bet you imagine us doing all sorts of dirty stuff while you wank." She placed the wine glass onto the coffee table and leaned forward, elbows on her knees. "It's okay. I want you to tell me about it. Go on," cajoled Michelle. "Tell me. You can be honest. You can be as graphic as you like. I don't mind."
"Please," I gasped. "I ... I can't ..."
She pouted and asked, "Why not? You've come over here with the express hope of fucking me. I'm going to see your cock anyway, Alan. If I asked you to wank in front of me, you'd probably do it. Why can't you just tell me about what you imagine us doing? If it started the day you saw me in the bikini, you've been wanking about me for months."
And I had. It was true. But for some reason I couldn't bring myself to tell her all the lurid details. It would have been difficult enough to reveal such a private part of me to the Michelle I knew, but the woman sitting opposite me wasn't her. This was a stranger with the honeyed voice and shining eyes. I'd never heard Michelle swear before; this was a completely different and hitherto hidden side to her and I didn't know how to react.
I was dazed and confused, thoughts whirling while Michelle kept on, relentless.
"I'd like you to tell me about what goes on in your head while you do it," she was saying, her tone low and narcotic. "It turns me on to think about a lovely young man fantasising about me while he tugs his cock. In fact, if you don't want to tell me, I think I'd like to watch you instead, Alan. Would you do it for me, babe? Please, won't you show me how you do it?"
Michelle shut up then. She sat there all sprawled out, limbs loose while her hot-eyed gaze challenged me. It went on for half-a-minute or more, the spring inside me winding tighter.
I don't know what would have happened if her mobile hadn't chirruped. I might have succumbed and unzipped and yanked at myself or, just as easily, I might have fled. As it is I'll never know because the trilling phone broke the tension, with the pressure of Michelle's focus on me abruptly relieved when she glanced away.
"It's Zach," she said, the information sending a jolt of apprehension through me. "Hello, gorgeous," she purred, holding the handset to her ear while returning her gaze to me once again. "Yes," Michelle said, grinning, "he's here. The poor love seems scared to death ... I don't think he was quite prepared for what he found."
Michelle's eyes widened in response to whatever it was that her boyfriend said next, her grin shifting a gear to a lopsided smirk as she replied with, "You're wicked. Hold on, I'm just putting the phone down a sec."
While I boggled, Michelle rose and calmly unfastened the zip. With the weight of yet another shock piling on top of the others, Michelle slumped back onto the sofa, leaning back as she picked up the phone. "Okay," she giggled. "It's done." Then she blatantly spread her thighs to reveal underwear packed with plump vulva, exposing hold-up stockings into the bargain, a double-whammy which brought forth an involuntary gasp.
"Oh God," I groaned, completely overwhelmed.
The fact that Zach was some kind of pervert slowly percolated into my consciousness. Astonishment burgeoning throughout, I listened to Michelle's side of the conversation, lust flaring as puppet-master Zach pulled invisible strings.
"He's staring right between my legs," Michelle gurgled. "Jesus, Zach, this is so bloody filthy." A pause followed. "What?" she asked, with her eyes so round I could see the whole of the irises. "You dirty bugger," gasped Michelle, nevertheless hooking a finger into her underwear and yanking the gusset aside. "There," she breathed, face scarlet. "He can see me. I'm doing it, Zach, you pig. Yes, my pussy, I'm showing it to him."
Her expression exactly mirrored my feelings. I saw it all written in the heavy eyelids and slack face. Michelle looked at me without really focussing, the maelstrom of shared carnal experiences churning inside the pair of us.
The dam burst inside me when I saw Michelle's labia already slick with desire. It was the lewdest sight of my life so far: a mature woman so obviously ready for sex and dressed like she meant to get it. I lurched to my feet and unbuckled my belt, fingers going straight to the buttons of my flies. The jeans and underwear went to my knees, an erection like a club springing up.
"Jesus!" I heard Michelle yelp. "He's got his cock out. Oh, Zach," she moaned, a finger slipping across the bud of her clit. "It's lovely. He's big and hard ..."
She'd said that she wanted to see me stroking my cock, so I stroked my cock. I took hold of myself with one fist and jacked the whole length of my erection, a low groan coming out of me on a wave of pleasure.
"I've got to go, Zach," Michelle murmured into the phone. Then she blinked, a puzzled look clouding her features as she snapped an indignant, "What?" Another burst of something from her boyfriend and Michelle continued with, "Yes, Zach, I know. You don't have to remind me ... Yes, I'll control myself -- to a point." Michelle stared at my cock as I deliberately teased her with a slowly cranking hand. "But he wants to fuck me, Zach ... and with what I'm looking at right now, I think I want him to. God," she groaned, eyes rolling, bottom lip caught between her teeth, "I'd love to sit on that thing. It's so bloody thick. It's a gorgeous piece of meat!"
Michelle ended the call and tossed the phone aside. She shifted her rump against the settee, squirming so she could pull her underwear aside more readily.
"Sit down," growled Michelle, fingers slipping over her scarlet, glistening sex. "Let me watch you," she mewled, wincing. "Go on, Alan, wank it. Show me, babe. You watch me and I'll watch you."
I complied, fisting my length, all reticence evaporating as a hot rush of desire flooded through me. "I want to put it in," I mumbled. "Please, Michelle, can't I just fuck you?"
Michelle shook her head. "No," she breathed. "Not yet. Oh God, Alan," she sobbed. "I do want you to. I'm so fucking horny." Her chest hitched as another sob burst out of her. "I'd love to feel you inside me, but ..."
"What!" I cried, ire exploding in a fiery burst. "You're teasing me? You've got to be joking, Michelle." I released my erection, the long jib springing back against my stomach.
"You can," she yelped. "We will ... Just not yet. There's ..." Michelle blinked, hesitating, obviously unwilling to reveal the cause of her reluctance.
After a short deliberation, she mewled, "Just be patient. Let's play some more first. Please, Alan," whined Michelle, fingers sloshing through her glistening vulva. "If you fuck me now you'll come straight away." Come on," she crooned, "let's take our time. Let's play and watch each other ..."
There was something she wasn't telling me. I sensed an undercurrent. Something was brewing but I had no idea what it could be. The thought gnawed at me, but not for long, only until the sight Michelle so lewdly presented, won me over.
***
It went on for a few minutes. I worked at my cock while Michelle alternated between rubbing her clit and sliding fingers into her opening. The surge threatened once, my need close to boiling, but I avoided carnage by the slimmest of margins, gritting my teeth and snarling in frustration when I forced myself to let go of my dick.
"Agh ... Ah shit," I grimaced, muscles tight, cock throbbing.
Through her spectacles, Michelle looked on, fascinated, legs widespread, her hand resting motionless on her vulva.
"Are you going to come?" she sighed.
I grunted an incoherent response, jaw clenching while air hissed from my nose. I snorted and gasped, unsure if the cannon weren't about to spontaneously fire off a salvo of ejaculate.
"I'm going to go mental if we keep doing this," I groaned when the danger passed.
"I'm sorry," Michelle replied, heaving herself upright, legs closing. "But it's Zach, Alan. He's in charge. I can't do anything unless he says it's all right. This morning after you'd gone I called him and told him about the card; I told him it was you who's been sending the notes. I told him everything, Alan. I said I fancied you and then he came up with this idea."
Yet again I was rendered speechless as the news sunk in.
"You don't know him, Alan. If you did, you wouldn't be too surprised. It was his idea to invite you for dinner. He said I should dress this way; Zach told me what I could and couldn't do. You can look at me but we're not allowed to touch -- not until he says it's okay."
Inwardly I cursed Zach for all the bastards who ever walked the Earth. "That's crazy," I said, shaking my head.
Michelle shrugged and pulled a face. "It's the way it is. He's my boyfriend, we're together." She pointed a finger at me and added, "You're the outsider, Alan. Besides," smirked Michelle, "I like it. I'm enjoying myself. It's kinky, isn't it? And it really turns me on. Denying ourselves the pleasure makes it so much sexier."
"Buh-but what about me? What do I get out of it?" Indignation was rising in me again.
Michelle chuckled and winked. "Me," she cooed. "All you have to do is play along with it.
She eyed me in her feline manner and purred, "You want to fuck me, don't you?"
My scrotum tightened while my cock thickened automatically. Gape-mouthed I stared at her before summoning the mental capacity to croak a strangled, "Oh God. Yes. Yes please ..."
"Tell me," she continued, eyes lasering into my face. "Do you think about me when you masturbate? Is that what you do, Alan? Do you think of me in my yellow bikini and stroke your cock?"
"Ooh," I whined, speechless.
Michelle fingered the same dark beads around her neck, her expression lupine. "You do, don't you? I bet you imagine us doing all sorts of dirty stuff while you wank." She placed the wine glass onto the coffee table and leaned forward, elbows on her knees. "It's okay. I want you to tell me about it. Go on," cajoled Michelle. "Tell me. You can be honest. You can be as graphic as you like. I don't mind."
"Please," I gasped. "I ... I can't ..."
She pouted and asked, "Why not? You've come over here with the express hope of fucking me. I'm going to see your cock anyway, Alan. If I asked you to wank in front of me, you'd probably do it. Why can't you just tell me about what you imagine us doing? If it started the day you saw me in the bikini, you've been wanking about me for months."
And I had. It was true. But for some reason I couldn't bring myself to tell her all the lurid details. It would have been difficult enough to reveal such a private part of me to the Michelle I knew, but the woman sitting opposite me wasn't her. This was a stranger with the honeyed voice and shining eyes. I'd never heard Michelle swear before; this was a completely different and hitherto hidden side to her and I didn't know how to react.
I was dazed and confused, thoughts whirling while Michelle kept on, relentless.
"I'd like you to tell me about what goes on in your head while you do it," she was saying, her tone low and narcotic. "It turns me on to think about a lovely young man fantasising about me while he tugs his cock. In fact, if you don't want to tell me, I think I'd like to watch you instead, Alan. Would you do it for me, babe? Please, won't you show me how you do it?"
Michelle shut up then. She sat there all sprawled out, limbs loose while her hot-eyed gaze challenged me. It went on for half-a-minute or more, the spring inside me winding tighter.
I don't know what would have happened if her mobile hadn't chirruped. I might have succumbed and unzipped and yanked at myself or, just as easily, I might have fled. As it is I'll never know because the trilling phone broke the tension, with the pressure of Michelle's focus on me abruptly relieved when she glanced away.
"It's Zach," she said, the information sending a jolt of apprehension through me. "Hello, gorgeous," she purred, holding the handset to her ear while returning her gaze to me once again. "Yes," Michelle said, grinning, "he's here. The poor love seems scared to death ... I don't think he was quite prepared for what he found."
Michelle's eyes widened in response to whatever it was that her boyfriend said next, her grin shifting a gear to a lopsided smirk as she replied with, "You're wicked. Hold on, I'm just putting the phone down a sec."
While I boggled, Michelle rose and calmly unfastened the zip. With the weight of yet another shock piling on top of the others, Michelle slumped back onto the sofa, leaning back as she picked up the phone. "Okay," she giggled. "It's done." Then she blatantly spread her thighs to reveal underwear packed with plump vulva, exposing hold-up stockings into the bargain, a double-whammy which brought forth an involuntary gasp.
"Oh God," I groaned, completely overwhelmed.
The fact that Zach was some kind of pervert slowly percolated into my consciousness. Astonishment burgeoning throughout, I listened to Michelle's side of the conversation, lust flaring as puppet-master Zach pulled invisible strings.
"He's staring right between my legs," Michelle gurgled. "Jesus, Zach, this is so bloody filthy." A pause followed. "What?" she asked, with her eyes so round I could see the whole of the irises. "You dirty bugger," gasped Michelle, nevertheless hooking a finger into her underwear and yanking the gusset aside. "There," she breathed, face scarlet. "He can see me. I'm doing it, Zach, you pig. Yes, my pussy, I'm showing it to him."
Her expression exactly mirrored my feelings. I saw it all written in the heavy eyelids and slack face. Michelle looked at me without really focussing, the maelstrom of shared carnal experiences churning inside the pair of us.
The dam burst inside me when I saw Michelle's labia already slick with desire. It was the lewdest sight of my life so far: a mature woman so obviously ready for sex and dressed like she meant to get it. I lurched to my feet and unbuckled my belt, fingers going straight to the buttons of my flies. The jeans and underwear went to my knees, an erection like a club springing up.
"Jesus!" I heard Michelle yelp. "He's got his cock out. Oh, Zach," she moaned, a finger slipping across the bud of her clit. "It's lovely. He's big and hard ..."
She'd said that she wanted to see me stroking my cock, so I stroked my cock. I took hold of myself with one fist and jacked the whole length of my erection, a low groan coming out of me on a wave of pleasure.
"I've got to go, Zach," Michelle murmured into the phone. Then she blinked, a puzzled look clouding her features as she snapped an indignant, "What?" Another burst of something from her boyfriend and Michelle continued with, "Yes, Zach, I know. You don't have to remind me ... Yes, I'll control myself -- to a point." Michelle stared at my cock as I deliberately teased her with a slowly cranking hand. "But he wants to fuck me, Zach ... and with what I'm looking at right now, I think I want him to. God," she groaned, eyes rolling, bottom lip caught between her teeth, "I'd love to sit on that thing. It's so bloody thick. It's a gorgeous piece of meat!"
Michelle ended the call and tossed the phone aside. She shifted her rump against the settee, squirming so she could pull her underwear aside more readily.
"Sit down," growled Michelle, fingers slipping over her scarlet, glistening sex. "Let me watch you," she mewled, wincing. "Go on, Alan, wank it. Show me, babe. You watch me and I'll watch you."
I complied, fisting my length, all reticence evaporating as a hot rush of desire flooded through me. "I want to put it in," I mumbled. "Please, Michelle, can't I just fuck you?"
Michelle shook her head. "No," she breathed. "Not yet. Oh God, Alan," she sobbed. "I do want you to. I'm so fucking horny." Her chest hitched as another sob burst out of her. "I'd love to feel you inside me, but ..."
"What!" I cried, ire exploding in a fiery burst. "You're teasing me? You've got to be joking, Michelle." I released my erection, the long jib springing back against my stomach.
"You can," she yelped. "We will ... Just not yet. There's ..." Michelle blinked, hesitating, obviously unwilling to reveal the cause of her reluctance.
After a short deliberation, she mewled, "Just be patient. Let's play some more first. Please, Alan," whined Michelle, fingers sloshing through her glistening vulva. "If you fuck me now you'll come straight away." Come on," she crooned, "let's take our time. Let's play and watch each other ..."
There was something she wasn't telling me. I sensed an undercurrent. Something was brewing but I had no idea what it could be. The thought gnawed at me, but not for long, only until the sight Michelle so lewdly presented, won me over.
***
It went on for a few minutes. I worked at my cock while Michelle alternated between rubbing her clit and sliding fingers into her opening. The surge threatened once, my need close to boiling, but I avoided carnage by the slimmest of margins, gritting my teeth and snarling in frustration when I forced myself to let go of my dick.
"Agh ... Ah shit," I grimaced, muscles tight, cock throbbing.
Through her spectacles, Michelle looked on, fascinated, legs widespread, her hand resting motionless on her vulva.
"Are you going to come?" she sighed.
I grunted an incoherent response, jaw clenching while air hissed from my nose. I snorted and gasped, unsure if the cannon weren't about to spontaneously fire off a salvo of ejaculate.
"I'm going to go mental if we keep doing this," I groaned when the danger passed.
"I'm sorry," Michelle replied, heaving herself upright, legs closing. "But it's Zach, Alan. He's in charge. I can't do anything unless he says it's all right. This morning after you'd gone I called him and told him about the card; I told him it was you who's been sending the notes. I told him everything, Alan. I said I fancied you and then he came up with this idea."
Yet again I was rendered speechless as the news sunk in.
"You don't know him, Alan. If you did, you wouldn't be too surprised. It was his idea to invite you for dinner. He said I should dress this way; Zach told me what I could and couldn't do. You can look at me but we're not allowed to touch -- not until he says it's okay."
Inwardly I cursed Zach for all the bastards who ever walked the Earth. "That's crazy," I said, shaking my head.
Michelle shrugged and pulled a face. "It's the way it is. He's my boyfriend, we're together." She pointed a finger at me and added, "You're the outsider, Alan. Besides," smirked Michelle, "I like it. I'm enjoying myself. It's kinky, isn't it? And it really turns me on. Denying ourselves the pleasure makes it so much sexier."
"Buh-but what about me? What do I get out of it?" Indignation was rising in me again.
Michelle chuckled and winked. "Me," she cooed. "All you have to do is play along with it.
I promise you, if you go with it, if you play the game ... well, you'll get what you've been thinking about all these past months." Her expression shifted to something close to feral. "You won't have to wank, Alan ... We can fuck."
The look on her face and the way Michelle delivered those words triggered a charge of desire. Lust burned. I ached to stick my cock into her.
"You can wait a little while longer, can't you?" Michelle added on a sigh, reclining and spreading her thighs. She pouted and, with a provocative spoiled brat lisp, finished with, "Can't you wait just a little bit longer? My tight little pussy is worth it, isn't it?"
I groaned, swallowing heavily, head bobbing up and down while I gaped at Michelle's fingers sliding around her greasy vulva. "Yes," I croaked, not knowing how much longer I would be able to stop from just launching myself at her.
Michelle grinned. "So, tell me," she continued, tone bright. "Just what did you think while masturbating over me?"
I told her about the first time, about how I'd imagined her naked in her garden, the summer sun warm on our skin as we lay on the lawn together. I told Michelle I'd fantasised about fucking into her from behind, how I'd tugged my cock and seen myself in my mind's eye, her tits in my palms while leaning low over her back, her urgent back-thrust forcing her buttocks against me while she moaned and groaned and begged me to do it to her.
Michelle stroked her sex, languidly fingering her moist labia, her attention fixed upon me while I went on about more sophisticated scenarios.
"I thought about us together on holiday," I murmured. "Somewhere warm where we had a villa to ourselves. There was a pool and we'd swim naked. We'd lie out in the sun and then shag. You sucked my cock and I came all over ... all over your boobs ... All over your face."
Michelle blurted a laugh and rolled her eyes. "What is it with men desiring to cum on a woman's tits and face?"
I had no response other than to shrug and mumble, "I dunno. It's hot?"
Crinkling her nose, Michelle said, "In porn, perhaps. But it isn't something most women are too enthusiastic about, Alan." Then her eyes glittered with devilment behind the lenses of her glasses. Michelle winked at me, the corner of her mouth twitching. "But I'll let you do it ... If you like. As a special favour for Valentine's Day. How about it? Would you like to spunk on my face and boobs?"
Would I? Of course I would. I was thrilled by the thought of splashing the hot stuff all over Michelle.
I was about to say so when her phone rang again.
***
"We're just talking," Michelle said. She looked at me and rolled her eyes. "No," she sighed, "he hasn't touched me. I explained the rules, Zach."
Michelle listened while her boyfriend spoke.
"He's going to play the game," she said, her eyes remaining fixed upon me. "I'm still wearing my skirt and blouse." Michelle paused, attentive. "Yes, the stockings and shoes too, Zach," she chuckled. "Yes, I know you love to see me in the gear -- how many times do you have to say it!
"Alan's still dressed, too; although he's got his jeans around his knees...
"He says you should take your clothes off," Michelle said to me. She rose to her feet, presumably at some instruction from Zach. "But help me out of this skirt first," she added.
My throat worked as I went to her. I had to yank my jeans up before I could kneel and pull Michelle's skirt over her hips. It fell to her shoes and she stepped out as elegant as a dancer, one hand on my shoulder for support.
"Knickers," breathed Michelle. "Pull them off me, Alan."
Michelle's bare pubis was right there, inches from my face, her vulva decorated by a strip of precisely coiffed pubic hair, an insignificant remnant of her bush at the apex of her slit.
I stared at Michelle's body for a few seconds, yearning for her became a hot coal in the pit of my stomach, desire flaring somewhere deeper when I saw the faded outline of her summer tan, the subtle contrast in skin tone a reminder of the day of the yellow bikini.
"He wants to talk to you," I heard Michelle say in a throaty gurgle, her voice interrupting a flash of memory.
With great reluctance -- I didn't want to talk to the man -- I took the phone and held it to my ear.
"Huh-hello?" I warbled.
A man's voice, deep and gravelly, the accent distinctly regional, somewhere from the north of England: "So, you wanna bang my girlfriend?"
"Uh, well ..." I replied, flustered by the circumstances and his low growl.
Zach chuckled. "I don't blame you," he said, his tone lightening. "I know how you feel. She's fuckin' sexy, eh?"
I managed to reply with a shaky, "I think so, yes."
He laughed. "Oh, I know that, son. I've seen the letters you sent."
Icy fear chilled me. I knew Zach was a big man, all broad-shoulders and thick arms. Hearing him speak sent a shudder through me. If he had a mind to, if he took offence to anything I said or did, he could easily rip me apart.
Then the suspicion crept up and I wondered if this wasn't some kind of elaborate set-up, a trap to ensnare me.
"I'm sorry about everything," I blurted. "I didn't mean --"
"It's all right," Zach said, cutting me off. "Don't worry about it. Forget all that, eh. I just wanna know if you'll be okay to do a few things for me."
I blinked and looked at Michelle. She was standing close by, head tilted as she listened to me doubtfully ask, "A few things?"
"Yeah, a few things. Do you want to shag her, or not?"
Seeing Michelle there all bare-arsed and all long legs curdled my insides. It was a ridiculous question -- who wouldn't want to fuck her?
"Yeah," I groaned, misgivings over Zach's intentions melting while desire burned hot.
"Okay, so to get there all you have to do is listen to me and do what I say. Is that okay with you, mate? We got a deal, then?"
Staring at Michelle, without asking for any elaboration as to just what I was signing up to, I nodded and mumbled a clotted, "Yes."
Zach got to business immediately. "Right," he said in a brusque tone. "Tell her to take her top off."
I relayed the instruction and Michelle's fingers unfastened the buttons. The blouse gaped and I boggled at the sight. There they were, almost. I could see the upper slopes of Michelle's large breasts bubbling over the cups of a dark-blue bra, the garment masking her nipples while the same two-tone shades of skin triggered a shudder of yearning.
"She done it?" Zach asked, his next command being for Michelle to completely remove the blouse. "Okay," he continued. "Tell her to get her tits out. Tell her to do it the way I like; she'll know what you mean."
When I told her, Michelle pulled at one strap and levered a breast from within. She performed the same operation with the other weighty orb; then stood there, fists on her hips, tits cantilevered over her bra in a most pleasing aspect.
"What do you think?" Zach asked.
"Ah fuck," I replied, to which he chuckled and told me to pass the phone to Michelle.
"Take your clothes off," she reminded me.
I was naked in seconds, eager for whatever Zach had in store next.
"Yes, okay," Michelle said, her attention going to my face. "He says you can touch my breasts," she informed me. You can suck my nipples, too, Alan."
Those words unleashed the beast. After a few beats of gawping I rose from my knees and lunged, hands falling against Michelle's flesh for the first time. I hefted her tits in both palms and leaned in, cock waggling as I sucked on her thick, elongated teats, my tongue describing wet circles around the pale discs of their areolae.
"Good God!" Michelle cried at my vehement assault. "Bloody hell, Zach, you've created a monster." She forced my face from her body and pushed me away with her hand on my shoulder. "Steady on, Alan," gasped Michelle. "Easy, tiger!"
I lunged again but Michelle pirouetted away.
She batted a hand at me, the phone at her ear. "Yes, okay. Got it, Zach ... I understand ... Yes."
She turned to face me, the phone loose in her fingers at her side.
"Kiss me, Alan," she purred.
Three
My hands moved all over Michelle's body while the kiss rolled on and on.
Skin! Her bare skin beneath my palms! I was touching her -- I had my hands on her body at last. This was no fantasy, this was real.
The texture of her was a mix of contrasts: silky-smooth skin, soft to my touch in places while other parts were pliant and spongy. I cupped Michelle's buttocks and pulled her close, her big breasts squeezed between us, my cock trapped against her stomach.
When, eventually, the kiss broke and with both of us gasping a hawser of silvery pre-cum connected us, the thread linking my cock-head with Michelle's upper thigh.
"You're a very excited young man, aren't you?" trilled Michelle, eyes gleaming.
I groaned when her fingers encircled my girth.
"I can't wait to feel you inside me," she added, sighing. A few quick strokes and she released my cock. "But I'm not supposed to touch you yet," said Michelle, pouting.Oops, she mouthed to me in secret, lifting the phone to her ear.
"Now what?" she asked Zach.
Michelle cast a sly look at the erection she'd just grasped so illicitly; then she winked at me and strode to the sofa where she plonked down and reclined, legs going wide.
"But you can lick me," she purred, splaying her neat labia with the fingertips of her free hand. "Zach says it's all right to suck my clit, Alan." Hot-eyed she pointed to her sex. "So get to it. Lick my pussy," she breathed.
A band of excitement squeezed my chest. I sucked in a breath and, unable to resist the urge, tugged at my cock as I went to her.
"He's going to do it," Michelle squeaked into the phone. She wriggled and squirmed, rump sliding towards the sofa edge. Moving her feet, Michelle forced her legs wider, inviting me to kneel between her shoes.
I dropped in and soaked up the detail, storing the memory for ever.
The look on her face and the way Michelle delivered those words triggered a charge of desire. Lust burned. I ached to stick my cock into her.
"You can wait a little while longer, can't you?" Michelle added on a sigh, reclining and spreading her thighs. She pouted and, with a provocative spoiled brat lisp, finished with, "Can't you wait just a little bit longer? My tight little pussy is worth it, isn't it?"
I groaned, swallowing heavily, head bobbing up and down while I gaped at Michelle's fingers sliding around her greasy vulva. "Yes," I croaked, not knowing how much longer I would be able to stop from just launching myself at her.
Michelle grinned. "So, tell me," she continued, tone bright. "Just what did you think while masturbating over me?"
I told her about the first time, about how I'd imagined her naked in her garden, the summer sun warm on our skin as we lay on the lawn together. I told Michelle I'd fantasised about fucking into her from behind, how I'd tugged my cock and seen myself in my mind's eye, her tits in my palms while leaning low over her back, her urgent back-thrust forcing her buttocks against me while she moaned and groaned and begged me to do it to her.
Michelle stroked her sex, languidly fingering her moist labia, her attention fixed upon me while I went on about more sophisticated scenarios.
"I thought about us together on holiday," I murmured. "Somewhere warm where we had a villa to ourselves. There was a pool and we'd swim naked. We'd lie out in the sun and then shag. You sucked my cock and I came all over ... all over your boobs ... All over your face."
Michelle blurted a laugh and rolled her eyes. "What is it with men desiring to cum on a woman's tits and face?"
I had no response other than to shrug and mumble, "I dunno. It's hot?"
Crinkling her nose, Michelle said, "In porn, perhaps. But it isn't something most women are too enthusiastic about, Alan." Then her eyes glittered with devilment behind the lenses of her glasses. Michelle winked at me, the corner of her mouth twitching. "But I'll let you do it ... If you like. As a special favour for Valentine's Day. How about it? Would you like to spunk on my face and boobs?"
Would I? Of course I would. I was thrilled by the thought of splashing the hot stuff all over Michelle.
I was about to say so when her phone rang again.
***
"We're just talking," Michelle said. She looked at me and rolled her eyes. "No," she sighed, "he hasn't touched me. I explained the rules, Zach."
Michelle listened while her boyfriend spoke.
"He's going to play the game," she said, her eyes remaining fixed upon me. "I'm still wearing my skirt and blouse." Michelle paused, attentive. "Yes, the stockings and shoes too, Zach," she chuckled. "Yes, I know you love to see me in the gear -- how many times do you have to say it!
"Alan's still dressed, too; although he's got his jeans around his knees...
"He says you should take your clothes off," Michelle said to me. She rose to her feet, presumably at some instruction from Zach. "But help me out of this skirt first," she added.
My throat worked as I went to her. I had to yank my jeans up before I could kneel and pull Michelle's skirt over her hips. It fell to her shoes and she stepped out as elegant as a dancer, one hand on my shoulder for support.
"Knickers," breathed Michelle. "Pull them off me, Alan."
Michelle's bare pubis was right there, inches from my face, her vulva decorated by a strip of precisely coiffed pubic hair, an insignificant remnant of her bush at the apex of her slit.
I stared at Michelle's body for a few seconds, yearning for her became a hot coal in the pit of my stomach, desire flaring somewhere deeper when I saw the faded outline of her summer tan, the subtle contrast in skin tone a reminder of the day of the yellow bikini.
"He wants to talk to you," I heard Michelle say in a throaty gurgle, her voice interrupting a flash of memory.
With great reluctance -- I didn't want to talk to the man -- I took the phone and held it to my ear.
"Huh-hello?" I warbled.
A man's voice, deep and gravelly, the accent distinctly regional, somewhere from the north of England: "So, you wanna bang my girlfriend?"
"Uh, well ..." I replied, flustered by the circumstances and his low growl.
Zach chuckled. "I don't blame you," he said, his tone lightening. "I know how you feel. She's fuckin' sexy, eh?"
I managed to reply with a shaky, "I think so, yes."
He laughed. "Oh, I know that, son. I've seen the letters you sent."
Icy fear chilled me. I knew Zach was a big man, all broad-shoulders and thick arms. Hearing him speak sent a shudder through me. If he had a mind to, if he took offence to anything I said or did, he could easily rip me apart.
Then the suspicion crept up and I wondered if this wasn't some kind of elaborate set-up, a trap to ensnare me.
"I'm sorry about everything," I blurted. "I didn't mean --"
"It's all right," Zach said, cutting me off. "Don't worry about it. Forget all that, eh. I just wanna know if you'll be okay to do a few things for me."
I blinked and looked at Michelle. She was standing close by, head tilted as she listened to me doubtfully ask, "A few things?"
"Yeah, a few things. Do you want to shag her, or not?"
Seeing Michelle there all bare-arsed and all long legs curdled my insides. It was a ridiculous question -- who wouldn't want to fuck her?
"Yeah," I groaned, misgivings over Zach's intentions melting while desire burned hot.
"Okay, so to get there all you have to do is listen to me and do what I say. Is that okay with you, mate? We got a deal, then?"
Staring at Michelle, without asking for any elaboration as to just what I was signing up to, I nodded and mumbled a clotted, "Yes."
Zach got to business immediately. "Right," he said in a brusque tone. "Tell her to take her top off."
I relayed the instruction and Michelle's fingers unfastened the buttons. The blouse gaped and I boggled at the sight. There they were, almost. I could see the upper slopes of Michelle's large breasts bubbling over the cups of a dark-blue bra, the garment masking her nipples while the same two-tone shades of skin triggered a shudder of yearning.
"She done it?" Zach asked, his next command being for Michelle to completely remove the blouse. "Okay," he continued. "Tell her to get her tits out. Tell her to do it the way I like; she'll know what you mean."
When I told her, Michelle pulled at one strap and levered a breast from within. She performed the same operation with the other weighty orb; then stood there, fists on her hips, tits cantilevered over her bra in a most pleasing aspect.
"What do you think?" Zach asked.
"Ah fuck," I replied, to which he chuckled and told me to pass the phone to Michelle.
"Take your clothes off," she reminded me.
I was naked in seconds, eager for whatever Zach had in store next.
"Yes, okay," Michelle said, her attention going to my face. "He says you can touch my breasts," she informed me. You can suck my nipples, too, Alan."
Those words unleashed the beast. After a few beats of gawping I rose from my knees and lunged, hands falling against Michelle's flesh for the first time. I hefted her tits in both palms and leaned in, cock waggling as I sucked on her thick, elongated teats, my tongue describing wet circles around the pale discs of their areolae.
"Good God!" Michelle cried at my vehement assault. "Bloody hell, Zach, you've created a monster." She forced my face from her body and pushed me away with her hand on my shoulder. "Steady on, Alan," gasped Michelle. "Easy, tiger!"
I lunged again but Michelle pirouetted away.
She batted a hand at me, the phone at her ear. "Yes, okay. Got it, Zach ... I understand ... Yes."
She turned to face me, the phone loose in her fingers at her side.
"Kiss me, Alan," she purred.
Three
My hands moved all over Michelle's body while the kiss rolled on and on.
Skin! Her bare skin beneath my palms! I was touching her -- I had my hands on her body at last. This was no fantasy, this was real.
The texture of her was a mix of contrasts: silky-smooth skin, soft to my touch in places while other parts were pliant and spongy. I cupped Michelle's buttocks and pulled her close, her big breasts squeezed between us, my cock trapped against her stomach.
When, eventually, the kiss broke and with both of us gasping a hawser of silvery pre-cum connected us, the thread linking my cock-head with Michelle's upper thigh.
"You're a very excited young man, aren't you?" trilled Michelle, eyes gleaming.
I groaned when her fingers encircled my girth.
"I can't wait to feel you inside me," she added, sighing. A few quick strokes and she released my cock. "But I'm not supposed to touch you yet," said Michelle, pouting.Oops, she mouthed to me in secret, lifting the phone to her ear.
"Now what?" she asked Zach.
Michelle cast a sly look at the erection she'd just grasped so illicitly; then she winked at me and strode to the sofa where she plonked down and reclined, legs going wide.
"But you can lick me," she purred, splaying her neat labia with the fingertips of her free hand. "Zach says it's all right to suck my clit, Alan." Hot-eyed she pointed to her sex. "So get to it. Lick my pussy," she breathed.
A band of excitement squeezed my chest. I sucked in a breath and, unable to resist the urge, tugged at my cock as I went to her.
"He's going to do it," Michelle squeaked into the phone. She wriggled and squirmed, rump sliding towards the sofa edge. Moving her feet, Michelle forced her legs wider, inviting me to kneel between her shoes.
I dropped in and soaked up the detail, storing the memory for ever.
"Go on," urged Michelle when I glanced to her face. "Kiss it," she sighed, squirming again. "Please."
I heard her gasp when I moved in and dabbed at the taut, shiny nub of scarlet flesh. Michelle groaned, her fingers clutching at my hair while I probed at her opening, her desire slick and viscous against my tongue.
When I tasted her I was jacking my dick, my need for relief a near overwhelming imperative. But then Michelle told me to hold her open so I could lap at her button, a snarled instruction which required both hands free.
Reluctantly I let go of myself and spread her delicate folds, Michelle's hips jerking back-and-forth.
Her own yearning left her gasping into the phone. "He's licking it," squeaked Michelle, a groan bubbling from her. "Oh God, it's divine." She yanked at my hair and all but tore a handful out by the roots as she dragged me along the front of her body.
We kissed again, Michelle's tongue curling and writhing around mine, her gasps and grunts of pleasure going into my open mouth while she held her legs folded at the knees, her shoes digging into my flanks.
"I've just tasted my pussy on his tongue," she gabbled. "Oh God, Zach ... I'm so bloody horny, babe. I'm so worked up. I need to fuck, darling. Please, can't I just let him put it in?"
My head went up from where I was busy between her legs. I looked at Michelle's face and experienced an arterial burst of lust when I saw her expression. She caught my stare and held my gaze locked, her eyes glazing while she lowered a hand to her vulva.
"I need to come," pouted Michelle, gasping. "Please, Zach ... just let him fuck me."
It went on for another thirty seconds or so, perhaps a minute. I listened to Michelle begging for permission while I cranked my cock and alternated my oral attention between both nipples.
I kneaded tit-flesh and sucked at her teats, moving back down to lick her clit while Michelle worked two fingers inside her opening, her wrist swan-necked under her thigh. She was moaning and gasping and whining on, her exhortations rapidly taking me to the point where I would be reckless enough to flout Zach's restrictions.
It had gone to the point where I was manoeuvring myself to a position so I could aim my cock-head at Michelle's body and lunge. I was as desperate as Michelle by then. The desire to feel her around my cock had become irresistible.
I couldn't stand it. There she was all ripe and hot and absolutely ready to fuck. I was hard, stiffer than I ever had been before. My arousal was at fever pitch. Rational thought and common sense were deserting me. I was crazed with need. The instinct to fuck into Michelle's body had become a primordial force I could no longer deny.
"Oh God, I need to fuck," Michelle grunted, shifting her body so one thrust would see me inside her. "I need to come ... I have to fuck," she squealed. "Zach, please," Michelle pleaded. "Can't I just do it?"
His voice came from behind me, the shock of it instantly freezing me in place.
"Zach!" Michelle yelped, scooting backwards as she gaped and blinked over my shoulder. "I thought you would never get here. I've been going mad with it ..."
My flaming ardour turned to ice when I realised Zach was in the house with us. I turned in time to see a grinning Zach holding up a mobile phone.
"I know, Michelle. You've been babbling on at me, woman." Then his attention zeroed in on me. "Looks like I got here just in time." Zach's eyes narrowed dangerously as he added, "You weren't going to shag her, were you, mate?"
I gaped and twisted around, falling in the process, my backside encountering cold parquet. Gasping, feeling exposed and extremely vulnerable in my nakedness, I held up a placatory hand. "Uh," I grunted, no coherent thoughts coming to mind. "I ..."
But Zach laughed and shrugged. "I didn't think so," he quipped, the jocular tone belied by the glint in his eyes. The man might have sounded like he was joking but I knew he was less than pleased. While I considered the ramifications of just how close I'd come to fucking Michelle and experienced a tremor of fear at what might have happened if he'd walked in to find me balls deep inside his girlfriend.
"I brought the food and some refreshments," Zach continued, holding up two pizza boxes with one hand, a plastic bag, his phone and a set of keys in the other. "I'll just pop this lot into the kitchen," he said, leering at us while he finished with, "I'll be back in a sec; don't get up to any mischief while I'm gone."
"Shit," I breathed, the reality of my close-call a delayed reaction as my limbs began to tremble.
Above me, on the sofa, Michelle just laughed.
I struggled to my feet and, not long afterwards, Zach returned.
"God yes," Michelle breathed when her boyfriend appeared.
I could see why she was so enthusiastic, why she was so pleased to see him. The man was naked, his physical presence dominating the room. I looked at him and saw massive shoulders and bulging biceps, his stomach taut and ribbed, heavy slabs of pectoral muscle on his chest. Zach was an imposing figure, some height north of six foot. But it wasn't just the size of Zach's body that caught my attention and brought the gasp of delight from Michelle, it was the great projection of his huge cock, the appendage hanging there with its shaft criss-crossed with gnarled, veiny protrusions, the domed head bulging all purple and angry.
"Okay," Zach growled, rubbing his palms together while I gawped at the medieval instrument of torture jutting from his groin. "Let's get this party started." Zach raised a can of beer dwarfed in one massive paw. "Cheers," he said, winking as he held an envelope out to Michelle. "I got you a card, luv."
***
Michelle placed Zach's card next to mine and, after a minor adjustment, satisfied with the arrangement, turned to her boyfriend. "Thank you, babe," she breathed, a stab of jealousy piercing my side when she draped her arms around the man's neck and stood on tiptoe to kiss his mouth.
The corrosive emotion curdled inside me while I looked on, Zach's fingers spreading around Michelle's waist, their size almost totally encompassing the woman. The couple kissed, moaning and sighing while their tongues writhed together in a liquid, serpentine dance.
Eventually they broke apart, Michelle's hand going to her lover's cock. "What a lucky girl I am," she twittered, smiling at me as she jacked Zach's impressive length. "Two cocks for Valentine's Day."
Zach chuckled and eyed me before growling, "You might get two cocks, luv. If our friend does as he's told."
Michelle nodded. "I hope so, Zach," she replied, squeezing and manipulating his awful length. "You'll do whatever it takes, won't you, Alan? Please say you will."
Again, without knowing what I was letting myself in for, I gulped and indicated my acceptance of the terms with a single nod.
Zach chuckled and kept his eyes on me while asserting his role as top dog, kissing Michelle with exaggerated fervour. Using only his mouth he dominated his girlfriend and put me in my place on the totem-pole.
"Sit down, 'Chelle," Zach rumbled, jacking a hand along his root while easing Michelle onto the settee. "Time to give my dick some lips and tongue."
I'd never seen anything like it. It was my own private porn show. Michelle sat and eagerly reached for Zach's erection. She cranked at it with both hands for a few brisk tugs before licking the big mushroomed head.
"Yeah, babe," the man grunted, eyes closing. "Suck me, 'Chelle. Suck my cock."
By then I was standing some feet away, gape-mouthed and awed by the lewd display, wishing it was my bell-end between Michelle’s lips.
"She's fuckin' good at it," Zach groaned, winking at me. "She's one of the best."
I couldn't stand to look at his face. My attention went to where Michelle's lips were stretched tight around Zach's shaft and my diminished libido awoke with a snarl when I saw her face distorted by all that meat. I continued to stare at Michelle while she sucked Zach's cock and worked a hand at his root, with Zach's dangling testes cupped in the palm of her other hand.
"Fuckin' sexy ain't she?" asked Zach, a rhetorical question it seemed since he immediately continued with, "Stockings, shoes, shapely tits ..." The man gasped and muttered something incoherent. "Yeah," he moaned, beaming a smile at Michelle's head as it bobbed back-and-forth, her lips smacking off the end of his dick. "Go on, girl ... Suck it ... Do it the way I like it."
Michelle pulled back and grinned up at her lover. "Like this?" she cooed before painting her face with the large cock-head, pre-cum seeping from the eye and smearing a snail trail over her cheeks. She slapped the keel of the thing against her outstretched tongue, gomming at the head again, a hand jacking at Zach quickly.
"Fuck yeah," the man moaned, wincing with the pleasure of it.
Then, as I stood there transfixed, while Michelle squashed the cock-head against her pursed lips, Zach beckoned to me with the curl of an arm. "Come here, mate," he said. "Join in. It's your turn."
I was relieved that it was time for Michelle to have a go at my cock and, after the briefest pause while I processed the invitation while moving to the settee, I truly thought I was at last going to experience the woman I'd lusted over for so long.
But it turned out that that wasn't what Zach meant. When he said it was my turn, what he really meant was, for me to have a go at sucking his imposing length of male gristle.
***
Zach stood in front of her while Michelle sat on the sofa, the woman leaning in to suck his cock. His attention flicked between Michelle and me while she went at him with apparent relish. She sucked her cheeks concave and then swirled her tongue around the swollen cock-head, boldly holding my focus with her eyes while lewdly running her tongue from the tip to Zach's balls.
I heard her gasp when I moved in and dabbed at the taut, shiny nub of scarlet flesh. Michelle groaned, her fingers clutching at my hair while I probed at her opening, her desire slick and viscous against my tongue.
When I tasted her I was jacking my dick, my need for relief a near overwhelming imperative. But then Michelle told me to hold her open so I could lap at her button, a snarled instruction which required both hands free.
Reluctantly I let go of myself and spread her delicate folds, Michelle's hips jerking back-and-forth.
Her own yearning left her gasping into the phone. "He's licking it," squeaked Michelle, a groan bubbling from her. "Oh God, it's divine." She yanked at my hair and all but tore a handful out by the roots as she dragged me along the front of her body.
We kissed again, Michelle's tongue curling and writhing around mine, her gasps and grunts of pleasure going into my open mouth while she held her legs folded at the knees, her shoes digging into my flanks.
"I've just tasted my pussy on his tongue," she gabbled. "Oh God, Zach ... I'm so bloody horny, babe. I'm so worked up. I need to fuck, darling. Please, can't I just let him put it in?"
My head went up from where I was busy between her legs. I looked at Michelle's face and experienced an arterial burst of lust when I saw her expression. She caught my stare and held my gaze locked, her eyes glazing while she lowered a hand to her vulva.
"I need to come," pouted Michelle, gasping. "Please, Zach ... just let him fuck me."
It went on for another thirty seconds or so, perhaps a minute. I listened to Michelle begging for permission while I cranked my cock and alternated my oral attention between both nipples.
I kneaded tit-flesh and sucked at her teats, moving back down to lick her clit while Michelle worked two fingers inside her opening, her wrist swan-necked under her thigh. She was moaning and gasping and whining on, her exhortations rapidly taking me to the point where I would be reckless enough to flout Zach's restrictions.
It had gone to the point where I was manoeuvring myself to a position so I could aim my cock-head at Michelle's body and lunge. I was as desperate as Michelle by then. The desire to feel her around my cock had become irresistible.
I couldn't stand it. There she was all ripe and hot and absolutely ready to fuck. I was hard, stiffer than I ever had been before. My arousal was at fever pitch. Rational thought and common sense were deserting me. I was crazed with need. The instinct to fuck into Michelle's body had become a primordial force I could no longer deny.
"Oh God, I need to fuck," Michelle grunted, shifting her body so one thrust would see me inside her. "I need to come ... I have to fuck," she squealed. "Zach, please," Michelle pleaded. "Can't I just do it?"
His voice came from behind me, the shock of it instantly freezing me in place.
"Zach!" Michelle yelped, scooting backwards as she gaped and blinked over my shoulder. "I thought you would never get here. I've been going mad with it ..."
My flaming ardour turned to ice when I realised Zach was in the house with us. I turned in time to see a grinning Zach holding up a mobile phone.
"I know, Michelle. You've been babbling on at me, woman." Then his attention zeroed in on me. "Looks like I got here just in time." Zach's eyes narrowed dangerously as he added, "You weren't going to shag her, were you, mate?"
I gaped and twisted around, falling in the process, my backside encountering cold parquet. Gasping, feeling exposed and extremely vulnerable in my nakedness, I held up a placatory hand. "Uh," I grunted, no coherent thoughts coming to mind. "I ..."
But Zach laughed and shrugged. "I didn't think so," he quipped, the jocular tone belied by the glint in his eyes. The man might have sounded like he was joking but I knew he was less than pleased. While I considered the ramifications of just how close I'd come to fucking Michelle and experienced a tremor of fear at what might have happened if he'd walked in to find me balls deep inside his girlfriend.
"I brought the food and some refreshments," Zach continued, holding up two pizza boxes with one hand, a plastic bag, his phone and a set of keys in the other. "I'll just pop this lot into the kitchen," he said, leering at us while he finished with, "I'll be back in a sec; don't get up to any mischief while I'm gone."
"Shit," I breathed, the reality of my close-call a delayed reaction as my limbs began to tremble.
Above me, on the sofa, Michelle just laughed.
I struggled to my feet and, not long afterwards, Zach returned.
"God yes," Michelle breathed when her boyfriend appeared.
I could see why she was so enthusiastic, why she was so pleased to see him. The man was naked, his physical presence dominating the room. I looked at him and saw massive shoulders and bulging biceps, his stomach taut and ribbed, heavy slabs of pectoral muscle on his chest. Zach was an imposing figure, some height north of six foot. But it wasn't just the size of Zach's body that caught my attention and brought the gasp of delight from Michelle, it was the great projection of his huge cock, the appendage hanging there with its shaft criss-crossed with gnarled, veiny protrusions, the domed head bulging all purple and angry.
"Okay," Zach growled, rubbing his palms together while I gawped at the medieval instrument of torture jutting from his groin. "Let's get this party started." Zach raised a can of beer dwarfed in one massive paw. "Cheers," he said, winking as he held an envelope out to Michelle. "I got you a card, luv."
***
Michelle placed Zach's card next to mine and, after a minor adjustment, satisfied with the arrangement, turned to her boyfriend. "Thank you, babe," she breathed, a stab of jealousy piercing my side when she draped her arms around the man's neck and stood on tiptoe to kiss his mouth.
The corrosive emotion curdled inside me while I looked on, Zach's fingers spreading around Michelle's waist, their size almost totally encompassing the woman. The couple kissed, moaning and sighing while their tongues writhed together in a liquid, serpentine dance.
Eventually they broke apart, Michelle's hand going to her lover's cock. "What a lucky girl I am," she twittered, smiling at me as she jacked Zach's impressive length. "Two cocks for Valentine's Day."
Zach chuckled and eyed me before growling, "You might get two cocks, luv. If our friend does as he's told."
Michelle nodded. "I hope so, Zach," she replied, squeezing and manipulating his awful length. "You'll do whatever it takes, won't you, Alan? Please say you will."
Again, without knowing what I was letting myself in for, I gulped and indicated my acceptance of the terms with a single nod.
Zach chuckled and kept his eyes on me while asserting his role as top dog, kissing Michelle with exaggerated fervour. Using only his mouth he dominated his girlfriend and put me in my place on the totem-pole.
"Sit down, 'Chelle," Zach rumbled, jacking a hand along his root while easing Michelle onto the settee. "Time to give my dick some lips and tongue."
I'd never seen anything like it. It was my own private porn show. Michelle sat and eagerly reached for Zach's erection. She cranked at it with both hands for a few brisk tugs before licking the big mushroomed head.
"Yeah, babe," the man grunted, eyes closing. "Suck me, 'Chelle. Suck my cock."
By then I was standing some feet away, gape-mouthed and awed by the lewd display, wishing it was my bell-end between Michelle’s lips.
"She's fuckin' good at it," Zach groaned, winking at me. "She's one of the best."
I couldn't stand to look at his face. My attention went to where Michelle's lips were stretched tight around Zach's shaft and my diminished libido awoke with a snarl when I saw her face distorted by all that meat. I continued to stare at Michelle while she sucked Zach's cock and worked a hand at his root, with Zach's dangling testes cupped in the palm of her other hand.
"Fuckin' sexy ain't she?" asked Zach, a rhetorical question it seemed since he immediately continued with, "Stockings, shoes, shapely tits ..." The man gasped and muttered something incoherent. "Yeah," he moaned, beaming a smile at Michelle's head as it bobbed back-and-forth, her lips smacking off the end of his dick. "Go on, girl ... Suck it ... Do it the way I like it."
Michelle pulled back and grinned up at her lover. "Like this?" she cooed before painting her face with the large cock-head, pre-cum seeping from the eye and smearing a snail trail over her cheeks. She slapped the keel of the thing against her outstretched tongue, gomming at the head again, a hand jacking at Zach quickly.
"Fuck yeah," the man moaned, wincing with the pleasure of it.
Then, as I stood there transfixed, while Michelle squashed the cock-head against her pursed lips, Zach beckoned to me with the curl of an arm. "Come here, mate," he said. "Join in. It's your turn."
I was relieved that it was time for Michelle to have a go at my cock and, after the briefest pause while I processed the invitation while moving to the settee, I truly thought I was at last going to experience the woman I'd lusted over for so long.
But it turned out that that wasn't what Zach meant. When he said it was my turn, what he really meant was, for me to have a go at sucking his imposing length of male gristle.
***
Zach stood in front of her while Michelle sat on the sofa, the woman leaning in to suck his cock. His attention flicked between Michelle and me while she went at him with apparent relish. She sucked her cheeks concave and then swirled her tongue around the swollen cock-head, boldly holding my focus with her eyes while lewdly running her tongue from the tip to Zach's balls.
Michelle jacked him with one fist as she then swivelled her face towards me. "Taste him on my tongue," she drawled, offering her mouth for my kiss.
"Yeah," I heard Zach whisper when I did so. "That's it, 'Chelle ... Ease him into it. Reel him in, luv."
They didn't seem to have twigged. I didn't need much persuasion and the coaxing was entirely unnecessary. I was sitting next to Michelle while she continued to slurp and slobber at Zach's dick. It was a moment in time during which I had no clear impressions. Everything was a blur. The overriding sense I can recall was my desire for Michelle. I was so close to achieving my goal of possessing her physically, so near to realising my carnal ambitions that the idea of taking Zach's sizeable member between my lips was in no way repugnant. In that situation, with Michelle present, I would have acquiesced anyway. Lust for the woman overwhelmed me, sucking a cock was no obstacle at all.
But at her invitation, I kissed Michelle and mauled her breasts, tugging hard at my cock at the same time.
Michelle gasped when we parted, her eyes gleaming as she offered Zach's length to me. "Aren’t you going to suck it?" she whined, wriggling, face slack with expectation. Michelle waggled the big cock and moaned an incentive. "If you do, you can fuck me." Her eyes flicked up to Zach's grinning countenance. "That's what you want, isn't it, you dirty bastard?"
"Yeah, 'Chelle," Zach crooned. "He sucks me, he fucks you. I'm a man of my word."
"You're a pervert," Michelle returned, her fist working back and forth.
Zach moaned and grunted while Michelle worked his length. "Yeah, and you fuckin' love it," he returned. "You come across as little miss prim but you love a bit of cock, eh?"
"Two of you," Michelle breathed, her expression dreamy for a few seconds before her eyes cleared and she looked directly at me. "I want two cocks, Alan," she snarled. "Are you going to do it so that I can get the pleasure of two lovely cocks tonight?" She treated me to her feline smirk and finished with, "It's Valentine's, darling. A girl should get a treat today."
Reality blurred when Michelle's hand ceased pumping Zach's erection. Seconds stretched while I surveyed the bulbous cock-head, my attention flicking to Michelle's face. I saw an expression so expectantly avid, Michelle a voluptuary yearning for me to open my mouth and take Zach between my lips. Lust boiled over and I reached for him, my fingers replacing Michelle's, my fist closing around the meaty girth.
It was strange, holding another man's cock -- so similar yet so different. Zach was much thicker than me, his size truly spectacular, and the weight of him in my hand sent a hot thrill surging within me. I was elated to be there with the two of them, on the cusp of a new and exciting sexual adventure.
I gave Zach's length an experimental tug, wanking his cock, coaxing a moan out of him.
"Oh God," Michelle gurgled. "You're going to do it, aren't you? Alan," she breathed. "You're actually going to suck him ..."
"You do it again," I said, offering Zach to her.
Michelle stared at me, her face slack as she moaned, "Will you share it with me?"
I nodded and was rewarded by Michelle's wince as she swallowed heavily. Then, with our gazes locked, she leaned in to suck Zach's cock-head.
I watched her at it for several seconds before easing her away, my hand against Michelle's shoulder.
"Let me," I whispered, pursing my lips.
I kissed Zach's cock and then opened my mouth to take him.
"Oh," whined Michelle. "Oh my God. That's the sexiest thing I've ever seen."
***
He filled my mouth, the mass of cock meat stretching my lips. I gagged and pulled back, coughing while Michelle trilled a delighted laugh.
"It's all right," I spluttered. "It caught me by surprise."
From Michelle as she slid closer to me: "You've never done this before, have you? This is a big cock to try for blow-job virgin, Alan." Michelle then moved in for an ardent kiss, moaning into my mouth while our tongues slid and writhed. "Here," she gasped, breaking away. "Let's share it between us. I'll show you how to treat this big thing." Winking at me before chucking a smirk at Zach, Michelle finished with, "Between us, babe, we'll have him moaning in no time."
Michelle told Zach to sit down, which he did promptly, slipping into the gap between us when the woman eased her rump sideways across the couch.
At her instruction we book-ended Zach's erection, me lying on my side one way while Michelle adopted the same position on Zach's opposite flank.
I looked on as she draped her torso across his lap and took hold of his dick, her big tits squashing against the man's thick thigh.
"Fuckin' hell, 'Chelle," growled Zach when he stared down at Michelle and her lips hoovered his knob-end. "You're made for sucking cock, girl ... You're a fuckin' dream."
Ignoring him, Michelle kept working Zach's length with one hand, her tongue slipping over and around the purple glans.
"You now," she muttered, handing Zach to me.
I took hold and jacked at him, licking and slurping the bell-end and moaning, following Michelle's example.
"Oh my God," Michelle sighed. "Fuck, Alan ... Look at you. Jesus Christ," she blasphemed, "This is just the dirtiest..." Pausing, Michelle groaned and added, "Zach ... This is fantastic. I never knew it would be so sexy to see a boy sucking you. God, babe, I can't get over it. It ... It's ..."
As I licked and sucked I began to appreciate the separate sensations, the flavour and texture of a hard cock in my hand, between my lips, and on my tongue.
I got a hint of male saltiness and the oily slide of pre-cum, the viscosity not unlike the desire I'd lapped from Michelle's opening earlier. Along with Michelle's breathy comments of amazement and appreciation, I heard Zach moan and grunt and mutter profanities, his words an indication he too appreciated my efforts.
I kept on at him, working his cock with my hand, the bulb in my mouth while squeaks of delight and the occasional mumble of encouragement came from Michelle.
If I'd been asked to suck a cock in the cold light of day I probably would have balked. I wouldn't have run away screaming, but I'm certain I would have refused. However, as I took Zach's cock-head between my lips, with Michelle there as part of it, it only enhanced the eroticism of the experience. Slurping on his big thing excited me, while passing it to Michelle and witnessing her enthusiasm added an extra element of nastiness to the whole scene.
For the next few minutes we serviced Zach between us, my confidence soaring every time I took control from Michelle. Michelle stared into my eyes, locking my focus while I copied her style and lipsticked the cock-head over my cheeks and forehead. I played up to her, licking lasciviously, grinning at her around my mouthful of dick, goading her to go better and dirtier.
During those minutes I felt Zach as an entity wasn't with us. He was just this big dick for the pair of us to play with. Michelle and I were cocooned in our own little bubble, communicating with a look or raised eyebrow or smirk, a moan or a gasp.
"Thank you," Michelle sighed, leaning over her lover to kiss my mouth. "I didn't think you'd actually do it," she whispered, eyes shining with a near fanatical light. "I hoped you would, but I didn't believe ..." Michelle paused, gasping while her eyes rolled in appreciation. "But here you are," she added. "Here we are ... oh, Alan, I can't tell you how wonderful this is going to be. I ... I... " Michelle stammered, "I've never had two men before. This is a first for me, too ..."
Then she rose up and kissed Zach, the cuprous jealousy souring my throat.
The corrosive emotion filled me when I heard Michelle muttering affectionate words to her lover, oddly tender and intimate sentiments given that I was right there with them. I hated them for their closeness when Zach chuckled and returned Michelle's kiss with vehement ardour, his hands going to her breasts.
Determined to make an impression and drive a wedge between them I pushed away from the sofa and rose to my feet, crouching so I could part the globes of Michelle's buttocks as she knelt on the cushion. She gasped and swivelled round, looking back at me over one shoulder while I stared at the exposed smudge of her sphincter and glistening vulva.
"What are you doing?" Michelle breathed, blinking.
"Tasting you," I replied, ducking in low, kneeling on the floor so I could dab my tongue at her anus.
Delight burst out of Michelle, a cry of pleasure that brought a grunt of questioning from Zach.
"He's licking my arse!" Michelle yelped. "Oh God," she gasped, "that's wicked; it's bloody lovely."
I lapped and licked her puckered ring. I probed at her muddy-hole and sucked on her clit when her writhing and squirming allowed me access. I jacked at my cock, goading myself towards the surge, my orgasm rising like a hot tide.
"Go on, lad," I vaguely heard from Zach. "Get in there, mate. She loves it. Good on you."
It seemed he was correct, Michelle was making enough noise to be heard next door and I wondered if my mother and father would hear the chaos and call the police. She was gasping and grunting and trying to work a hand between her legs, fingers rubbing frantically at her clit while I clung on and maintained my oral assault between the cheeks of her arse.
"I need to fuck!" Michelle cried out, collapsing in a sprawl-limbed heap next to Zach, her action cooling my ardour. "Please, just fuck me," she gasped, chest heaving, eyes bright.
It was Zach who moved first. The bastard usurped my position, hurriedly rolling to loom over Michelle's supine form. He manhandled her onto the settee and spread her legs, yanking at the woman's hips until he had her on her back, wide open and ready.
"God," Michelle gurgled, eyes closed, wincing as Zach fed his length into her body.
"Yeah," I heard Zach whisper when I did so. "That's it, 'Chelle ... Ease him into it. Reel him in, luv."
They didn't seem to have twigged. I didn't need much persuasion and the coaxing was entirely unnecessary. I was sitting next to Michelle while she continued to slurp and slobber at Zach's dick. It was a moment in time during which I had no clear impressions. Everything was a blur. The overriding sense I can recall was my desire for Michelle. I was so close to achieving my goal of possessing her physically, so near to realising my carnal ambitions that the idea of taking Zach's sizeable member between my lips was in no way repugnant. In that situation, with Michelle present, I would have acquiesced anyway. Lust for the woman overwhelmed me, sucking a cock was no obstacle at all.
But at her invitation, I kissed Michelle and mauled her breasts, tugging hard at my cock at the same time.
Michelle gasped when we parted, her eyes gleaming as she offered Zach's length to me. "Aren’t you going to suck it?" she whined, wriggling, face slack with expectation. Michelle waggled the big cock and moaned an incentive. "If you do, you can fuck me." Her eyes flicked up to Zach's grinning countenance. "That's what you want, isn't it, you dirty bastard?"
"Yeah, 'Chelle," Zach crooned. "He sucks me, he fucks you. I'm a man of my word."
"You're a pervert," Michelle returned, her fist working back and forth.
Zach moaned and grunted while Michelle worked his length. "Yeah, and you fuckin' love it," he returned. "You come across as little miss prim but you love a bit of cock, eh?"
"Two of you," Michelle breathed, her expression dreamy for a few seconds before her eyes cleared and she looked directly at me. "I want two cocks, Alan," she snarled. "Are you going to do it so that I can get the pleasure of two lovely cocks tonight?" She treated me to her feline smirk and finished with, "It's Valentine's, darling. A girl should get a treat today."
Reality blurred when Michelle's hand ceased pumping Zach's erection. Seconds stretched while I surveyed the bulbous cock-head, my attention flicking to Michelle's face. I saw an expression so expectantly avid, Michelle a voluptuary yearning for me to open my mouth and take Zach between my lips. Lust boiled over and I reached for him, my fingers replacing Michelle's, my fist closing around the meaty girth.
It was strange, holding another man's cock -- so similar yet so different. Zach was much thicker than me, his size truly spectacular, and the weight of him in my hand sent a hot thrill surging within me. I was elated to be there with the two of them, on the cusp of a new and exciting sexual adventure.
I gave Zach's length an experimental tug, wanking his cock, coaxing a moan out of him.
"Oh God," Michelle gurgled. "You're going to do it, aren't you? Alan," she breathed. "You're actually going to suck him ..."
"You do it again," I said, offering Zach to her.
Michelle stared at me, her face slack as she moaned, "Will you share it with me?"
I nodded and was rewarded by Michelle's wince as she swallowed heavily. Then, with our gazes locked, she leaned in to suck Zach's cock-head.
I watched her at it for several seconds before easing her away, my hand against Michelle's shoulder.
"Let me," I whispered, pursing my lips.
I kissed Zach's cock and then opened my mouth to take him.
"Oh," whined Michelle. "Oh my God. That's the sexiest thing I've ever seen."
***
He filled my mouth, the mass of cock meat stretching my lips. I gagged and pulled back, coughing while Michelle trilled a delighted laugh.
"It's all right," I spluttered. "It caught me by surprise."
From Michelle as she slid closer to me: "You've never done this before, have you? This is a big cock to try for blow-job virgin, Alan." Michelle then moved in for an ardent kiss, moaning into my mouth while our tongues slid and writhed. "Here," she gasped, breaking away. "Let's share it between us. I'll show you how to treat this big thing." Winking at me before chucking a smirk at Zach, Michelle finished with, "Between us, babe, we'll have him moaning in no time."
Michelle told Zach to sit down, which he did promptly, slipping into the gap between us when the woman eased her rump sideways across the couch.
At her instruction we book-ended Zach's erection, me lying on my side one way while Michelle adopted the same position on Zach's opposite flank.
I looked on as she draped her torso across his lap and took hold of his dick, her big tits squashing against the man's thick thigh.
"Fuckin' hell, 'Chelle," growled Zach when he stared down at Michelle and her lips hoovered his knob-end. "You're made for sucking cock, girl ... You're a fuckin' dream."
Ignoring him, Michelle kept working Zach's length with one hand, her tongue slipping over and around the purple glans.
"You now," she muttered, handing Zach to me.
I took hold and jacked at him, licking and slurping the bell-end and moaning, following Michelle's example.
"Oh my God," Michelle sighed. "Fuck, Alan ... Look at you. Jesus Christ," she blasphemed, "This is just the dirtiest..." Pausing, Michelle groaned and added, "Zach ... This is fantastic. I never knew it would be so sexy to see a boy sucking you. God, babe, I can't get over it. It ... It's ..."
As I licked and sucked I began to appreciate the separate sensations, the flavour and texture of a hard cock in my hand, between my lips, and on my tongue.
I got a hint of male saltiness and the oily slide of pre-cum, the viscosity not unlike the desire I'd lapped from Michelle's opening earlier. Along with Michelle's breathy comments of amazement and appreciation, I heard Zach moan and grunt and mutter profanities, his words an indication he too appreciated my efforts.
I kept on at him, working his cock with my hand, the bulb in my mouth while squeaks of delight and the occasional mumble of encouragement came from Michelle.
If I'd been asked to suck a cock in the cold light of day I probably would have balked. I wouldn't have run away screaming, but I'm certain I would have refused. However, as I took Zach's cock-head between my lips, with Michelle there as part of it, it only enhanced the eroticism of the experience. Slurping on his big thing excited me, while passing it to Michelle and witnessing her enthusiasm added an extra element of nastiness to the whole scene.
For the next few minutes we serviced Zach between us, my confidence soaring every time I took control from Michelle. Michelle stared into my eyes, locking my focus while I copied her style and lipsticked the cock-head over my cheeks and forehead. I played up to her, licking lasciviously, grinning at her around my mouthful of dick, goading her to go better and dirtier.
During those minutes I felt Zach as an entity wasn't with us. He was just this big dick for the pair of us to play with. Michelle and I were cocooned in our own little bubble, communicating with a look or raised eyebrow or smirk, a moan or a gasp.
"Thank you," Michelle sighed, leaning over her lover to kiss my mouth. "I didn't think you'd actually do it," she whispered, eyes shining with a near fanatical light. "I hoped you would, but I didn't believe ..." Michelle paused, gasping while her eyes rolled in appreciation. "But here you are," she added. "Here we are ... oh, Alan, I can't tell you how wonderful this is going to be. I ... I... " Michelle stammered, "I've never had two men before. This is a first for me, too ..."
Then she rose up and kissed Zach, the cuprous jealousy souring my throat.
The corrosive emotion filled me when I heard Michelle muttering affectionate words to her lover, oddly tender and intimate sentiments given that I was right there with them. I hated them for their closeness when Zach chuckled and returned Michelle's kiss with vehement ardour, his hands going to her breasts.
Determined to make an impression and drive a wedge between them I pushed away from the sofa and rose to my feet, crouching so I could part the globes of Michelle's buttocks as she knelt on the cushion. She gasped and swivelled round, looking back at me over one shoulder while I stared at the exposed smudge of her sphincter and glistening vulva.
"What are you doing?" Michelle breathed, blinking.
"Tasting you," I replied, ducking in low, kneeling on the floor so I could dab my tongue at her anus.
Delight burst out of Michelle, a cry of pleasure that brought a grunt of questioning from Zach.
"He's licking my arse!" Michelle yelped. "Oh God," she gasped, "that's wicked; it's bloody lovely."
I lapped and licked her puckered ring. I probed at her muddy-hole and sucked on her clit when her writhing and squirming allowed me access. I jacked at my cock, goading myself towards the surge, my orgasm rising like a hot tide.
"Go on, lad," I vaguely heard from Zach. "Get in there, mate. She loves it. Good on you."
It seemed he was correct, Michelle was making enough noise to be heard next door and I wondered if my mother and father would hear the chaos and call the police. She was gasping and grunting and trying to work a hand between her legs, fingers rubbing frantically at her clit while I clung on and maintained my oral assault between the cheeks of her arse.
"I need to fuck!" Michelle cried out, collapsing in a sprawl-limbed heap next to Zach, her action cooling my ardour. "Please, just fuck me," she gasped, chest heaving, eyes bright.
It was Zach who moved first. The bastard usurped my position, hurriedly rolling to loom over Michelle's supine form. He manhandled her onto the settee and spread her legs, yanking at the woman's hips until he had her on her back, wide open and ready.
"God," Michelle gurgled, eyes closed, wincing as Zach fed his length into her body.
"Fuck me," she whined, hips jerking. Michelle clawed at Zach's chest and implored him to have a go at her. She was spitting and hot-eyed, her need desperately urgent. "In my mouth," she gasped in my direction, a hand reaching for me. "I want both of you together ... Please, in my mouth!"
***
It was surreal seeing Michelle arranged on the couch with Zach thrusting away, his cock buried inside her body. Of course I knew it was reality, but actually witnessing it, seeing two people fucking right in front of my eyes took some believing.
I gulped and gawped, a sense of detachment settling over me. For me it was like I was more voyeur than active participant. Okay, Michelle was moaning around a mouthfull of my cock, her hand was squeezing my shaft close to my balls, but, somehow, the sensations I would have expected weren't travelling along any neurological path to my brain.
Michelle was going at me, head bobbing while her tongue worked in quick flicks and long, lascivious slurps. I should have been groaning along with her, I should have been matching Zach grunt for grunt yet couldn't seem to reconcile what was happening to my body with what was going on inside my head. Despite being in the midst of debauchery, my strange detached objectivity held my outpouring in check.
Michelle gabbled nonsense while Zach pumped at her, their moans and sighs peppered with the obscenities the man mumbled out loud, his head lolling, teeth gritted.
"Shit," Zach eventually gasped. "'Chelle ... I gotta stop, babe. If I don't I'll ..." He rose up, the swollen length of him smeared and glistening.
The sight of his magnificent appendage broke the spell. Desire swept over me in a tsunami of lust. I was down on my knees with Zach in my mouth before I knew I was going to do it.
"Oh God," Michelle sobbed. "Look at him sucking my pussy off you, Zach."
With the woman's essence coating Zach's cock as I sucked and licked him I glanced askance at Michelle, the sight of her lying there rubbing her vulva bringing a moan from me.
"Suck his cock!" Zach growled to Michelle while holding his own length steady for me to lick from balls to tip. "Go on, 'Chelle ... Suck him while he does me."
I kept Zach between my lips as I angled my pelvis and Michelle joined me on the floor. Her heels clattered when she moved to kneel next to me. She leaned in and held me upright before sliding her lips over the swollen cock-head. We daisy-chained, me going at Zach while Michelle jacked at me and sucked my bell-end, a hand busy between her legs, fingers sloshing through her vulva.
"Ah fuck..." I heard Zach grunt, his hips bucking while his backside lifted off the cushion. I kept up the pressure with my rapid fist. "Shit...," he gurgled.
And then the first splash of semen flicked across my face.
I yelped, surprised. Oddly I had no clue as to what had occurred, Zach's spurt of ejaculate catching me completely unawares.
"I'm fuckin' coming!" the man sobbed as gobs of jizm spattered over my cheek and bridge of my nose. "Shit ... he's sucked me off! I'm coming!"
Acting on instinct I opened my mouth and felt semen splash against my tongue. It tasted brackish, a little bitter yet salty, not at all unpleasant. Even in the midst of surprise I knew it was something I'd want to experience again. Zach's spunk spattered over me and, with the thought of what was happening flashing into my mind, when I realised just what was going on, I moaned and grunted for him to come on my face, my own excitement rising, spunk exploding from my cock.
I gulped Zach's cum, tasting the salty virility while Michelle, somewhat more experienced than I, yelped in delight and took the force of my first squirts on her face, dollops of the stuff coating the lenses of her spectacles.
"You wanted it on my face!" she cried. "And my tits!" Michelle cranked my cock and aimed the spurting eye at her breasts. "There you go, Alan," she squealed. "That's it, babe ... Oh fuck, look at us ... We're both covered in spunk!"
I groaned and gasped and grunted, ejaculate pumping from me while I ran my tongue around my lips and licked up Zach's lust.
I was still in the throes when Michelle presented herself to me, her jizm-spattered face split by a broad smile.
At her whispered request, we kissed, sharing spunk. She licked Zach's jism off my face and offered it to me. I sucked it from her tongue and smeared my own gloop over her breasts.
"I want to fuck you now," I growled.
Michelle blinked, looking a bit surprised. "You still hard?" she gasped.
"For you, I always am!" I replied. "You bet."
She frowned, took off her glasses and looked at Zach. His expression was inscrutable. Finally he said, “Yes. Fuck her, Alan”
Michelle arranged herself on the sofa, arms and legs wide in invitation.
I climbed aboard, savouring the moment, soaking up every detail of the carnage before I sank balls deep into Michelle.
"Yes," the woman sighed, legs folding at the knees, heels jagging my thighs. "Fuck me, Alan," she crooned. "Give it to me, darling."
Four
Zach looked on while I fucked his girlfriend. He sat in the chair and watched intently, his face showing no emotion other than avid interest.
Michelle lay under me, her hips moving as she urged me to go deep and hard, then soft and gentle. When she moaned at me to take my time and ease slowly in and out, I lowered myself down onto my elbows and kissed her, emotion swelling inside me before I ducked lower and licked my own semen from her breast.
"Can we do this again?" I murmured into her ear. "Just you and me? Can we do this together again?"
"We'll talk about it later," Michelle breathed. "For now, just take me, darling. Take me with your cock."
So, for the next few minutes it was lovey-dovey, with me moving as Michelle asked. She held me, kissing me often while we rocked together, her climax slowly bubbling.
"Ooh," Michelle winced, bottom lip between her teeth. "I'm going to come," she sighed. "Please, get up and pound me," she grunted, lifting up onto her elbows, chin on her chest with her focus on our conjunction. "Let me see it going in." Michelle's pelvis jerked. She leaned to one side and mauled at one breast, fingers plucking her nipple. "Fuck me," she grunted, the sensations claiming her. "Ride me. Do it hard."
I got her there with robust fucking while she fingered her clit. The woman gasped and sobbed, moaning her pleasure, body convulsing while cries burst from her throat.
While Michelle shuddered and groaned, Zach asked me to pull out and fuck her doggie style. I withdrew and hauled her around. It was a struggle but I managed to get Michelle turned onto her knees while her orgasm boiled and raged.
Recovering slightly she swivelled at the waist, breasts swaying while Zach surveyed me moving behind her.
"God, you're a doll," she squeaked, exultant. "Come on, babe," she added, spreading her buttocks so her cunt gaped all wet and waiting. "Give me that lovely cock."
I mounted her from behind and started another round of pounding. With me fucking into Michelle from behind, our bodies collided with meaty slaps. Leaning in low over her back, I could grab her breasts, feeling their weight in my palms while I squeezed and savoured their texture. Suddeny, a gentle pressure between my ass cheeks surprised me. It was something warm, smooth and slick. I hoped it wasn’t what I suspected it to be, but it could be nothing other than Zach’s cock. I didn’t know when he had positioned himself behind me. I felt his cock-head probing and pressing into my ass-hole. With my cock buried in Michelle’s delicious pussy, it was impossible for me to move out of the way of Zach’s rampant cock. Before I could speak, Zach gave a firm push. I felt my anal sphinter giving way as his hardness surged ahead inside my virgin ass-hole.
I winced with pain. Michelle turned her head around and asked,"What is it, Alan? Are you okay?"
Zach said out loud, “Darling, I have got my cock-head inside his tight hole.”
She looked at Zach and said, "Oh Zach, be gentle with him. His asshole might be virgin. Is it, Alan?"
"Yes," I sighed in resignation.
Zach exulted, “Nothing like a virgin asshole!” And he pushed further. My asshole gave in a little.
Zach eased off for a second and then pressed again. A little more went in. "Fucking tight," he said.
"Relax your ass hole, Alan," Michelle encouraged me.
Zach retreated back and pushed harder. About inch went in. I felt it. My head shot up and I moaned loudly.
"Relax boy, I have to get the whole thing in there," Zach admonished me.
I was about to answer when another inch was thrust in with force.
"Fuuuccccckkkkkk," he wailed.
Michelle turned her head around and whispered, "It's ok, baby ... you will be ok."
Zach looked at her and they both nodded. He pulled out so that only half an inch was in and then thrust so hard that half of his cock invaded my ass.
My eyes were watering and my ass was on fire. But Zach was unmindful of my misery. He called out, "If you spread your ass cheeks, it will be easy for both of us."
"Yes baby," Michelle cooed. “Don’t resist. Spread your ass cheeks and relax.”
I pulled my ass cheeks apart and waited, trying to help his entry. I felt the gentle pressure as he pushed inward. Closing my eyes, I yielded to the inevitable. Pressure ... then release ... then pressure ... then release. I felt the anguishing sensation as he entered me inch by inch. Exhaling, I willed my anus to relax, and pushed outward ... and felt myself opening up to allow his thick cock to enter my body. I could feel his head throbbing against the fleshy walls of my rectum. I shuddered in anticipation of feeling the entire length of his cock inside me. Slowly, he began to slide in and out in small, but ever deeper, thrusts, gradually filling my ass with his cock.
***
It was surreal seeing Michelle arranged on the couch with Zach thrusting away, his cock buried inside her body. Of course I knew it was reality, but actually witnessing it, seeing two people fucking right in front of my eyes took some believing.
I gulped and gawped, a sense of detachment settling over me. For me it was like I was more voyeur than active participant. Okay, Michelle was moaning around a mouthfull of my cock, her hand was squeezing my shaft close to my balls, but, somehow, the sensations I would have expected weren't travelling along any neurological path to my brain.
Michelle was going at me, head bobbing while her tongue worked in quick flicks and long, lascivious slurps. I should have been groaning along with her, I should have been matching Zach grunt for grunt yet couldn't seem to reconcile what was happening to my body with what was going on inside my head. Despite being in the midst of debauchery, my strange detached objectivity held my outpouring in check.
Michelle gabbled nonsense while Zach pumped at her, their moans and sighs peppered with the obscenities the man mumbled out loud, his head lolling, teeth gritted.
"Shit," Zach eventually gasped. "'Chelle ... I gotta stop, babe. If I don't I'll ..." He rose up, the swollen length of him smeared and glistening.
The sight of his magnificent appendage broke the spell. Desire swept over me in a tsunami of lust. I was down on my knees with Zach in my mouth before I knew I was going to do it.
"Oh God," Michelle sobbed. "Look at him sucking my pussy off you, Zach."
With the woman's essence coating Zach's cock as I sucked and licked him I glanced askance at Michelle, the sight of her lying there rubbing her vulva bringing a moan from me.
"Suck his cock!" Zach growled to Michelle while holding his own length steady for me to lick from balls to tip. "Go on, 'Chelle ... Suck him while he does me."
I kept Zach between my lips as I angled my pelvis and Michelle joined me on the floor. Her heels clattered when she moved to kneel next to me. She leaned in and held me upright before sliding her lips over the swollen cock-head. We daisy-chained, me going at Zach while Michelle jacked at me and sucked my bell-end, a hand busy between her legs, fingers sloshing through her vulva.
"Ah fuck..." I heard Zach grunt, his hips bucking while his backside lifted off the cushion. I kept up the pressure with my rapid fist. "Shit...," he gurgled.
And then the first splash of semen flicked across my face.
I yelped, surprised. Oddly I had no clue as to what had occurred, Zach's spurt of ejaculate catching me completely unawares.
"I'm fuckin' coming!" the man sobbed as gobs of jizm spattered over my cheek and bridge of my nose. "Shit ... he's sucked me off! I'm coming!"
Acting on instinct I opened my mouth and felt semen splash against my tongue. It tasted brackish, a little bitter yet salty, not at all unpleasant. Even in the midst of surprise I knew it was something I'd want to experience again. Zach's spunk spattered over me and, with the thought of what was happening flashing into my mind, when I realised just what was going on, I moaned and grunted for him to come on my face, my own excitement rising, spunk exploding from my cock.
I gulped Zach's cum, tasting the salty virility while Michelle, somewhat more experienced than I, yelped in delight and took the force of my first squirts on her face, dollops of the stuff coating the lenses of her spectacles.
"You wanted it on my face!" she cried. "And my tits!" Michelle cranked my cock and aimed the spurting eye at her breasts. "There you go, Alan," she squealed. "That's it, babe ... Oh fuck, look at us ... We're both covered in spunk!"
I groaned and gasped and grunted, ejaculate pumping from me while I ran my tongue around my lips and licked up Zach's lust.
I was still in the throes when Michelle presented herself to me, her jizm-spattered face split by a broad smile.
At her whispered request, we kissed, sharing spunk. She licked Zach's jism off my face and offered it to me. I sucked it from her tongue and smeared my own gloop over her breasts.
"I want to fuck you now," I growled.
Michelle blinked, looking a bit surprised. "You still hard?" she gasped.
"For you, I always am!" I replied. "You bet."
She frowned, took off her glasses and looked at Zach. His expression was inscrutable. Finally he said, “Yes. Fuck her, Alan”
Michelle arranged herself on the sofa, arms and legs wide in invitation.
I climbed aboard, savouring the moment, soaking up every detail of the carnage before I sank balls deep into Michelle.
"Yes," the woman sighed, legs folding at the knees, heels jagging my thighs. "Fuck me, Alan," she crooned. "Give it to me, darling."
Four
Zach looked on while I fucked his girlfriend. He sat in the chair and watched intently, his face showing no emotion other than avid interest.
Michelle lay under me, her hips moving as she urged me to go deep and hard, then soft and gentle. When she moaned at me to take my time and ease slowly in and out, I lowered myself down onto my elbows and kissed her, emotion swelling inside me before I ducked lower and licked my own semen from her breast.
"Can we do this again?" I murmured into her ear. "Just you and me? Can we do this together again?"
"We'll talk about it later," Michelle breathed. "For now, just take me, darling. Take me with your cock."
So, for the next few minutes it was lovey-dovey, with me moving as Michelle asked. She held me, kissing me often while we rocked together, her climax slowly bubbling.
"Ooh," Michelle winced, bottom lip between her teeth. "I'm going to come," she sighed. "Please, get up and pound me," she grunted, lifting up onto her elbows, chin on her chest with her focus on our conjunction. "Let me see it going in." Michelle's pelvis jerked. She leaned to one side and mauled at one breast, fingers plucking her nipple. "Fuck me," she grunted, the sensations claiming her. "Ride me. Do it hard."
I got her there with robust fucking while she fingered her clit. The woman gasped and sobbed, moaning her pleasure, body convulsing while cries burst from her throat.
While Michelle shuddered and groaned, Zach asked me to pull out and fuck her doggie style. I withdrew and hauled her around. It was a struggle but I managed to get Michelle turned onto her knees while her orgasm boiled and raged.
Recovering slightly she swivelled at the waist, breasts swaying while Zach surveyed me moving behind her.
"God, you're a doll," she squeaked, exultant. "Come on, babe," she added, spreading her buttocks so her cunt gaped all wet and waiting. "Give me that lovely cock."
I mounted her from behind and started another round of pounding. With me fucking into Michelle from behind, our bodies collided with meaty slaps. Leaning in low over her back, I could grab her breasts, feeling their weight in my palms while I squeezed and savoured their texture. Suddeny, a gentle pressure between my ass cheeks surprised me. It was something warm, smooth and slick. I hoped it wasn’t what I suspected it to be, but it could be nothing other than Zach’s cock. I didn’t know when he had positioned himself behind me. I felt his cock-head probing and pressing into my ass-hole. With my cock buried in Michelle’s delicious pussy, it was impossible for me to move out of the way of Zach’s rampant cock. Before I could speak, Zach gave a firm push. I felt my anal sphinter giving way as his hardness surged ahead inside my virgin ass-hole.
I winced with pain. Michelle turned her head around and asked,"What is it, Alan? Are you okay?"
Zach said out loud, “Darling, I have got my cock-head inside his tight hole.”
She looked at Zach and said, "Oh Zach, be gentle with him. His asshole might be virgin. Is it, Alan?"
"Yes," I sighed in resignation.
Zach exulted, “Nothing like a virgin asshole!” And he pushed further. My asshole gave in a little.
Zach eased off for a second and then pressed again. A little more went in. "Fucking tight," he said.
"Relax your ass hole, Alan," Michelle encouraged me.
Zach retreated back and pushed harder. About inch went in. I felt it. My head shot up and I moaned loudly.
"Relax boy, I have to get the whole thing in there," Zach admonished me.
I was about to answer when another inch was thrust in with force.
"Fuuuccccckkkkkk," he wailed.
Michelle turned her head around and whispered, "It's ok, baby ... you will be ok."
Zach looked at her and they both nodded. He pulled out so that only half an inch was in and then thrust so hard that half of his cock invaded my ass.
My eyes were watering and my ass was on fire. But Zach was unmindful of my misery. He called out, "If you spread your ass cheeks, it will be easy for both of us."
"Yes baby," Michelle cooed. “Don’t resist. Spread your ass cheeks and relax.”
I pulled my ass cheeks apart and waited, trying to help his entry. I felt the gentle pressure as he pushed inward. Closing my eyes, I yielded to the inevitable. Pressure ... then release ... then pressure ... then release. I felt the anguishing sensation as he entered me inch by inch. Exhaling, I willed my anus to relax, and pushed outward ... and felt myself opening up to allow his thick cock to enter my body. I could feel his head throbbing against the fleshy walls of my rectum. I shuddered in anticipation of feeling the entire length of his cock inside me. Slowly, he began to slide in and out in small, but ever deeper, thrusts, gradually filling my ass with his cock.
He pulled his dick out so that only the head was still inside of me, and then pushed in again. My rectal muscles kept twitching and flinching as he slowly worked his cock deeper and deeper inside of me. Finally, his length filled me fully.
Michelle reached beneath me, and began to fondle my balls and soon Zach's cock was buried to the hilt in my bottom. I could feel his thighs against my buttocks as his pubes tickled my butt cheeks and anus.
"Hold still for a moment," I asked breathlessly while I adjusted to being stuffed with his thick cock.
"You okay, honey?" Michelle asked. I nodded my head in yes. My cock throbbed inside her, involuntarily twitching with spasms of pleasure. For the first time, I was feeling pleasure and pain together, pleasure of having my cock inside Michelle and pain of having Zach's cock stuffed up my ass. Michelle reached beneath us, holding two pairs of balls simultaneously, fondling and rubbing us both. She encircled my cock with her forefinger and thumb, squeezing tightly at the base. My head was spinning at the thought of what we were doing. Here I was, bent over Michelle, and her boy friend's cock buried in my ass!
Zach began to slowly slide his dick in and out of me. It felt curious. Michelle moved forward and my cock slipped out of her pussy. Soon she slid beneath me in a 69 and took my dick into her hand. She held my cock head to her lips and kissed the tip, then licked up and down my shaft while watching Zach's cock slide in and out of my ass. I leaned forward and licked her freshly fucked pussy from clit to bottom. The sensation of having a cock in my ass and Michelle sucking on my dick while caressing my balls was incredible.
Zach began to pick up the pace, and I could feel his balls slapping rhythmically against mine as he worked his cock in and out of my ass. Each time he slid into me, I bore down, pushing my ass out to meet his thrust, until he bottomed out in my ass. As he pulled back, I clenched my ass tight until I could feel his large cock head pulling at my anus from the inside. I knew he was close.
Zach tensed up as he was about to release his load. His whole cock seemed to expand and then I felt the first spurt of hot cum in my ass, followed by another and another. I could feel the thump-squirt-thump-squirt rhythm of his orgasm go on for what felt like an eternity. I felt the sensation of Zach filling my bottom with his jizz. It felt like a warm flood up my ass, as his cock throbbed deep inside me. The thought of having a man's cum filling my ass for the first time ever was an incredible turn-on. My cock was incredibly hard, and I thought I was going to explode. With this realization, I clenched my ass on Zach’s dick, trying to empty his balls and feeling him fill my bowels with his hot semen as he shot his load deep within me.
Michelle sucked even harder on my dick. I could feel the pressure building inside me as my cum started to rise. Suddenly, my cock swelled, and I began to pump my load into Michelle's mouth. The rhythm was incredible; each thrust of Zach's cock into my ass seemed to push a long stream of semen from my dick into Michelle's waiting mouth. I felt my asshole rhythmically clench tight and relax around Zach's cock as I came. With the last throb, Michelle let my now tender and sensitive cock slip from her mouth.
Michelle slid out from beneath me and smiled; a small drop of my cum fell from her chin. She looked so hot and beautiful! With Zach's cock still stuffed in my ass, she planted her lips on mine. Opening her mouth, she surprised me by pushing my whole sticky load into my mouth. She had saved it for me! Our tongues intertwined, thick with the musky, salty taste of fresh cum.
Michelle put her arms around my waist and pulled me down on top of her, Zach collapsed over my back and we rolled onto our sides, still locked together with his cock beginning to soften inside me.
Michelle lay back and gasped, "Thank you, boys ... That was fucking gorgeous. What a night! What a Valentine day to remember. I'll get the drinks?" she suggested, grinning at us.
"Can you bring some of the pizza up too, luv?" asks Zach. "I'm fuckin' starved."
Michelle departs, her absence leaving the elephant in the room. Suddenly, alone with Zach, I feel awkward. Despite the physical intimacies we've shared, it's odd with just him there with me.
"Well," the man says eventually. "What do you think?"
I shrug and, avoiding his direct gaze, mumble, "About what?"
"Doing it again! I don’t mind you fucking Michelle, as long as I get to fuck that tight ass of yours."
So the bastard had set me up so that he could have a go at my ass hole! But the answer to his question is, I don't know. I haven't had time to analyse my feelings. In the heat of it, I was fine, but now that it's over, well, I'm simply not sure.
"I dunno," I say, still avoiding Zach's eyes.
Zach winks at me and says, "You know how sexy Michelle is ... don’t you want to have her again? You will love it, mate."
A tingle of arousal makes my cock twitch when he says it. The thought of fucking Michelle is tempting, but having Zach’s oversized cock up my ass ... I am not sure.
"Come on, mate. Think of her warm and moist pussy wrapped around your cock! What do you think?" he repeats.
I'm timid when I ask, "Wuh-when do you think we can duh-do it again?"
THE END
Michelle reached beneath me, and began to fondle my balls and soon Zach's cock was buried to the hilt in my bottom. I could feel his thighs against my buttocks as his pubes tickled my butt cheeks and anus.
"Hold still for a moment," I asked breathlessly while I adjusted to being stuffed with his thick cock.
"You okay, honey?" Michelle asked. I nodded my head in yes. My cock throbbed inside her, involuntarily twitching with spasms of pleasure. For the first time, I was feeling pleasure and pain together, pleasure of having my cock inside Michelle and pain of having Zach's cock stuffed up my ass. Michelle reached beneath us, holding two pairs of balls simultaneously, fondling and rubbing us both. She encircled my cock with her forefinger and thumb, squeezing tightly at the base. My head was spinning at the thought of what we were doing. Here I was, bent over Michelle, and her boy friend's cock buried in my ass!
Zach began to slowly slide his dick in and out of me. It felt curious. Michelle moved forward and my cock slipped out of her pussy. Soon she slid beneath me in a 69 and took my dick into her hand. She held my cock head to her lips and kissed the tip, then licked up and down my shaft while watching Zach's cock slide in and out of my ass. I leaned forward and licked her freshly fucked pussy from clit to bottom. The sensation of having a cock in my ass and Michelle sucking on my dick while caressing my balls was incredible.
Zach began to pick up the pace, and I could feel his balls slapping rhythmically against mine as he worked his cock in and out of my ass. Each time he slid into me, I bore down, pushing my ass out to meet his thrust, until he bottomed out in my ass. As he pulled back, I clenched my ass tight until I could feel his large cock head pulling at my anus from the inside. I knew he was close.
Zach tensed up as he was about to release his load. His whole cock seemed to expand and then I felt the first spurt of hot cum in my ass, followed by another and another. I could feel the thump-squirt-thump-squirt rhythm of his orgasm go on for what felt like an eternity. I felt the sensation of Zach filling my bottom with his jizz. It felt like a warm flood up my ass, as his cock throbbed deep inside me. The thought of having a man's cum filling my ass for the first time ever was an incredible turn-on. My cock was incredibly hard, and I thought I was going to explode. With this realization, I clenched my ass on Zach’s dick, trying to empty his balls and feeling him fill my bowels with his hot semen as he shot his load deep within me.
Michelle sucked even harder on my dick. I could feel the pressure building inside me as my cum started to rise. Suddenly, my cock swelled, and I began to pump my load into Michelle's mouth. The rhythm was incredible; each thrust of Zach's cock into my ass seemed to push a long stream of semen from my dick into Michelle's waiting mouth. I felt my asshole rhythmically clench tight and relax around Zach's cock as I came. With the last throb, Michelle let my now tender and sensitive cock slip from her mouth.
Michelle slid out from beneath me and smiled; a small drop of my cum fell from her chin. She looked so hot and beautiful! With Zach's cock still stuffed in my ass, she planted her lips on mine. Opening her mouth, she surprised me by pushing my whole sticky load into my mouth. She had saved it for me! Our tongues intertwined, thick with the musky, salty taste of fresh cum.
Michelle put her arms around my waist and pulled me down on top of her, Zach collapsed over my back and we rolled onto our sides, still locked together with his cock beginning to soften inside me.
Michelle lay back and gasped, "Thank you, boys ... That was fucking gorgeous. What a night! What a Valentine day to remember. I'll get the drinks?" she suggested, grinning at us.
"Can you bring some of the pizza up too, luv?" asks Zach. "I'm fuckin' starved."
Michelle departs, her absence leaving the elephant in the room. Suddenly, alone with Zach, I feel awkward. Despite the physical intimacies we've shared, it's odd with just him there with me.
"Well," the man says eventually. "What do you think?"
I shrug and, avoiding his direct gaze, mumble, "About what?"
"Doing it again! I don’t mind you fucking Michelle, as long as I get to fuck that tight ass of yours."
So the bastard had set me up so that he could have a go at my ass hole! But the answer to his question is, I don't know. I haven't had time to analyse my feelings. In the heat of it, I was fine, but now that it's over, well, I'm simply not sure.
"I dunno," I say, still avoiding Zach's eyes.
Zach winks at me and says, "You know how sexy Michelle is ... don’t you want to have her again? You will love it, mate."
A tingle of arousal makes my cock twitch when he says it. The thought of fucking Michelle is tempting, but having Zach’s oversized cock up my ass ... I am not sure.
"Come on, mate. Think of her warm and moist pussy wrapped around your cock! What do you think?" he repeats.
I'm timid when I ask, "Wuh-when do you think we can duh-do it again?"
THE END