Tik List

This story starts out in a cozy apartment community in the upper west side of Erie PA. Jackie and her husband were moving into their new apartment, when there was a knock at their door.
“Hi! I am Gretchen from the apartment above you. I want to just welcome you to the apartment community. My boyfriend and I are having a small party this evening. Why dont you and your husband join us as our special guests.” The tall sexy red head said flirtingly at Jackie. She winked her eye and gave a quick flick of her tongue to her upper lip in a way that made Jackie’s pussy start to pleasingly tingle. “We would be honored to be your special guests.” Raven said equally flirtatious toward Gretchen. ” Well then it is settled then.. The party starts at 9 tonight and wear something sexy and revealing.” Gretchen said invitingly.
Jackie gently closed the door as Gretchen walked away. ” Wow the people here are really nice honey.” Jackie said giving her husband a hug and placing a soft kiss on his lips.
” I agree baby! I think we will have alot of fun at this party. I mean Gretchen is a knock out and by the looks of things she really digs you, not that I blame you, you are really hot.” Sting said kissing raven back.
Time flew quickly as the two of them prepared themselves for an evening they hoped would be wild and exciting. There was another knock at their door and Jackie answered it.
“Hey Gretchen! Whats Up sweetie?” Jackie asked giving the redhead a hug and a quick peck on the lips. ” I was told by Nathane to come down and personally escort the two of you upstairs to the festivities.” She answered back.
Jackie had on a skin tight spandex dress that barely covered her 38DD breasts and she decided to forgo wearing a bra, because when she got hot she wanted all to see her perk nipples through her dress. She slipped on a pair of sandle pumps, and quickly did her long flowing black hair and her make-up. Sting had on a short sleeved microfiber shirt that showed off his well defined muscular upper body, and put on a pair of leather pants that accented his hardening 9 inch cock perfectly.
“Wow you two look illegal tonight.” Sting said, commenting on how hot the two ladies looked standing close to one another rubbing their clothed breasts together. ” Why thank you baby!” Jackie commented back and walked over to him and rubbed his cock through the leather crotch of his pants. This made Sting grow instantly rock solid. The next sight almost drove him insane. Jackie walked over to Gretchen and took down her top to expose her naked breast, and lowered her mouth onto one of the hardening nipples and sucked it into her mouth, all the while flicking it with her hot tongue.
” Hey Gretchen honey, why not give my hubby here a taste of things to Cum this evening.” Jackie said making sure she accented the word CUM.
with that, the ladies began to kiss each other passionately, right there in the hall way. Their hands were carressing each other madly, trying to carress as much flesh as possible. Jackie got onto her knees and reached up under Gretchen’s micro-mini skirt and massaged her pussy through the fabric of her bikini panties. Jackie could feel Gretchen’s pussy getting wetter and hotter. She gently grabbed the flimsy waistband of her panties and eased them down and assisted her as she took them completely off. and with her fingers began to massage Gretchens throbbing cunt. Jackie found her clit and eased her skirt up around her waiste and parted her swollen cunt lips and flicked her tongue rapidly over her new friend’s clit, then sucked it hard between her lips as if she was going down on her husbands engorged cock.
This sent waves of pleasure over Gretchen’s complete body, and it wasnt long before she was in the throngs of her first orgasm of the evening. It started deep within her and errupted like a turrid volcano. It was like nothing she ever experienced before, not even with her beloved Nathane. Gretchen pulled Raven to her feet and kissed her passionately and Jackie shared her friend’s tasty juices with her.
“Its My turn to return the favor.” Gretchen said in breathy tones trying to regain her composure.
Jackie looked over at her husband who already had his cock out and was stroking it fiercely.” Oh my God that looked soo Hot! Please girls show me more. Gretchen please honey finger fuck and lick my wife’s juicy cunt and make her scream as she cums all over your face. Better yet, please let me fuck you as you eat my wife’s pussy.” Sting said trying to holdback from blowing his wad too soon. He wanted this to last a while, never had he been with two of the hottest chics in the world, and by damn he wasnt going to let himself cum quickly. Jackie laid down on the hallway floor, and Gretchen eased her out of her thong panties. Jackie spread her legs wide and Gretchen could smell the sweet aroma of her now sopping wet pussy.
Gretchen got on all fours in front of Jackie and began to finger her pussy allowing it to open up to her, so she can devour it with her talented tongue. Sting positioned himself behind Gretchen and rubbed his Cock up and down her wet lips. Her hot cunt quickly sucked his cock deep into Gretchen, and she began to grind her twat deep onto his cock until it totally disappeared. Gretchen let out a loud moan and then leaned forward and began to lick and suck on Jackie’s juicy cunt and flicked her tongue rapidly over her swollen clit.
Gretchen was milking Sting’s Cock with her tight pussy muscles and she could feel the base of his cock rubbing her clit.
Jackie and Gretchen climbed the climatic ladder together and all of a sudden the dams in both of their cunts exploded and they came hard and their pussies gushed what looked to be gallons of cum out of them. This was more than Sting could bare and he took his cock out of Gretchen’s cunt and ordered the girls to kiss each other as he jacked off onto their faces so both could get equal amounts of his thick sweet cum.
Needless to say the three of them never made it back to the party. They all decided to stay in Jackie and Sting’s apartment and continue their little sexcapade.
Please email me if you liked this story. I will write more of them soon.
Ciao all and remember to live for the moment and make love to your beloved as much as possible, because you never know what the future will bring.

Melissa and Kelly spent the day shopping for new clothes. The two playmates had decided to go away to Las Vegas for a decadent, all-girl weekend. Kelly had a showgirl friend there who’d promised to show them around. Melissa’s pussy ached at the thought of loving her baby for an entire weekend.
“Why should we go to Vegas hun?” Melissa asked as she trailed a slender finger up her lover’s golden thighs. “We’ll never get out of the hotel room.”
Kelly giggled and slapped Melissa’s hand away. “You’re bad!”
Melissa planted a gentle kiss on Kelly’s soft thigh, inhaling the Jasmine scent on her skin. “And you love it, don’t you?”
Kelly giggled and nodded her head as Melissa slid down between her legs and began to eat her out.
“Who was on the phone?” Crista asked her friend.
Betty laughed gently at her newfound friend. “My Mom. She and your Mom are going to Vegas on a girl’s weekend, she wanted to let me know I could have the whole house if I wanted to come home!”
Betty joined Crista on the settee in her dorm room. “I could have one hell of a party! It’s been a long time since I’ve been to a really great party!”
“What about last weekend?” Crista asked.
Betty laughed. “Hon, that wasn’t a party, that was an orgy. Oh man, was that ever an orgy!”
Crista snuggled in close to her new friend. “You don’t have to tell me baby, I was there!” She moved her face to her Asian friend’s soft lips for a gentle kiss. “Best move I ever made, going to that Sorority bash.”
“You don’t hear me complaining, do you baby?” Betty smiled, returning the kiss. “I wonder what our Moms would think, knowing we’re lovers – or that we like girls?”
Betty got up from the settee and pulled Crista along to the bedroom she shared with her roommate – and occasional lover – Jana. The beautiful blonde was one amazing playmate, the Czech beauty could eat pussy better than anyone Betty had ever been with. Although her beautiful Crista was fast becoming a very, very close second.
With the exception of Crista. She and her neighbor from home had been glad to find each other at the same college and when Betty invited her friend to the party that Jana’s sorority was throwing, Crista accepted eagerly. Betty had packed her body into the tightest black leather pants she could find, sheer black top and stiletto heels. Crista went for cute, wearing a short blue tennis skirt, yellow top and sandals. She had on the skimpiest thong she could find.
Betty had no idea it was going to be a lesbian party and was totally embarrassed. She turned to Crista and stammered out an apology, but Krista leaned in and kissed her softly on the lips. “It’s cool.” was all she said.
They went into the party, talked with some of the not-yet-naked girls and generally enjoyed themselves. Jana came out of one of the bedrooms with her friend Sandra in tow, both of them ran gentle fingertips over Betty until she was sighing in pleasure. All of a sudden, she came out of her reverie, realizing Crista was standing there, watching her.
A knowing smile came over Crista’s face and she reached out her hand and took Betty’s in her own. She led the stunning Asian to one of the available bedrooms and closed the door behind her.
“I had no idea … ” Betty began to talk before Crista pressed her lips to Betty’s own.
“I had no idea about you either, until I saw the way Jana and Sandy were touching you. That wasn’t the first time, was it?” Betty shook her head and smiled shyly at her friend.
“No. I had girlfriends before college and Jana and I slept together our first night here. We aren’t serious, it’s no big thing.”
Crista smiled and walked towards Betty on trembling legs. “I’ve never been with a girl, but I’ve known for a long time. Would you please make love to me?”
Betty’s heart was pounding in her chest. She wanted to, more than anything, but she wanted it to be nasty, wild, she wanted Crista to cum and cum and cum.
“I want to baby, I really do. But I also want to fuck you. Are you a virgin?”
Crista shook her head “No”.
“Good. Now baby, come over here and let Mama strip off those cute little clothes.” Crista did as she was told, Betty placed both her hands on the sides of Crista’s face, held it gently and kissed her. At first, it was soft, gentle. Then Betty’s tongue probed at Crista’s lips. It felt so right to Crista, her own tongue slid out and danced with Betty’s. She was melting into the kiss. Her thoughts weren’t coherent, all she knew was the woman in her arms excited her more than anyone she had ever known.

The two teenagers sat on the bed, kissing softly. Their lips barely brushed against each other, their was no hurry. They weren’t impatient, dumb college boys, they were young women and the sweetness was pleasant, lovely.
Crista felt her friend’s long, slender fingers curling through her blonde hair, twirling it in her fingers as they continued their kisses of passion. Crista thought Betty was one of the sexiest people she’d ever seen, she wanted so much to please her soon-to-be lover.
Crista let Betty push her back on the bed, she lay there and enjoyed Betty pulling off her cute skirt, her top soon followed. She hadn’t bothered wearing a bra, so once she kicked off her sandals, all she had on was the tiny yellow thong. Betty was toying with it, pressing her lips all over Crista’s soft belly, down the downy thighs, her tongue slithering all over Crista’s nakedness. Every inch of the pretty girl begged for more touches, to which Betty complied eagerly.
She tasted the salty-sweetness of Crista’s skin, Betty’s knowing tongue moved all over Crista. She nibbled the adorable, tiny nipples of her new blonde lover, she grazed her hand over the slight pussy mound, still hidden under the thong. Crista’s little murmurs of pleasure were almost like music, Betty knew she was exciting her new friend, which caused her delight.
“Betty?”
“Yes hon, what is it?”
“Are you going to get naked too?” Crista asked shyly.
Betty giggled softly. In her eagerness to get at Crista’s body, the petite Asian hadn’t bothered to remove her own clothing. “Do you want to undress me Crista?” she asked her playmate. Crista played at giving it some thought, then nodded eagerly as she sat up and moved closer to Betty.
Crista kissed Betty’s golden skin, nuzzling her dainty little ears. “You have cute ears baby!” Crista giggled. Betty laughed along with her as she felt Crista’s hands unbuttoning her top. Crista’s hands slid along her cleavage and unhooked the lacy black bra Betty had worn, it was one of her favorites. Many of her lovers had commented on it and she was glad to see Crista seemed to like it as well.
“You’ll have to help me get your pants off, you naughty bitch!” Crista said to her with a teasing tone. Betty straightened her legs and let Crista pull them down her legs, leaving her in only a black leather thong and stilettos. Crista let an appreciative smile cross her face.
“Did I tell you how God-awfully sexy you are?” she said to her lover. Betty returned her smile.
“You’re not hard on the eyes either, gorgeous.” Betty grinned.
The two girls kissed, much more passion filling the kisses this time, and tumbled to the bed. They rubbed their bodies together, breasts against breast, Betty’s golden flesh sensual against Crista’s tanned beauty.
Betty mounted Crista and began kissing her way down the adorable body, planting tiny butterfly kisses all over the blonde girl. Her kisses were raising goosebumps on the tanned flesh and she plucked at the girl’s erect nipples, sexy on her sweet, tiny tits. Crista was enjoying her first girl-on-girl experience and she knew it wouldn’t be her last. Every once in a while, Betty would lean in for another kiss and Crista yearned for those sweet, full lips.
She could hear noises and squeals from outside the bedroom door and Crista knew, as did Betty, that a lesbian orgy was going on. She was curious to see what was going on, yet wild horses couldn’t have pulled her from Betty’s lesbian embrace. Betty was kissing and licking now, Crista knew her pussy was soaked and couldn’t wait to feel Betty’s knowledgeable tongue on her cunt and clit.
She didn’t have to wait any longer, for mere seconds later, Betty tugged off her thong and buried herself in Crista’s neatly-trimmed snatch. She ate at the hot pussy avidly, delighting in the flood of juices that trickled from the girl’s cunt. She was bold as she devoured as much of Crista as she could, Crista’s hands holding her in place as she feasted at her body.
Betty’s hot little body was wriggling sexily as she ate Crista out, and every movement of the pretty girl’s body turned Crista on even more. She already adored Betty, she was glad that they lived close together, so when college wasn’t in session, they could continue to play. They’d have to be discreet, Crista knew, but she and Betty would do this, over and over and over again.
Betty adored the sweet tang of Crista’s cunt, she was so sweet and her pussy was so beautiful, so tiny and unused-looking. She speared her tongue in and out and ran her delicate hands all over Crista’s thighs as she applied her lips to the wet pussy. Her head moved from side to side and up and down as she made love to her new girlfriend.
With every stroke of Betty’s tongue, Crista ached to return the favor. She wanted to taste Betty’s pussy, she wanted to see her friend, her lover, totally naked. “Betty, Betty, please baby, get totally naked. I want to do it to you, I want to love you, oh Betty, please, please, let me love you too!”
Betty’s eyes narrowed and she smiled seductively at her latest playmate. She moved away from the girl, stretched out for a moment and pulled off the tiny leather thong. She saw Crista’s eyes widen.
“You’re shaved. Oh baby, that is so fucking sexy!” Crista said excitedly.
“I don’t have much hair there anyway, so I just remove the rest of it. I”m glad you like it honey!”
Crista smiled. “Let me show you just how much I like it. Betty, I want to please you, but this is my first time, so I hope I’ll be good for you.”
Betty smiled tenderly at her friend & lover. “Baby, just lick at my clit, play with me a little, use your fingers and be gentle. You’re so sexy, just seeing you between my legs will get me hot!”
Crista’s blue eyes brightened and she positioned herself between Betty’s soft thighs. She just jumped in and began to eat out the pussy lavishly, enjoying it more with each passing moment. From Betty’s groans, she knew she was pleasing her lover.
“Oooh, baby, you naughty little cuntlapper, that’s good, you’re a natural. You keep eating pussy that good, you’ll have co-eds lining up at your door!”
Crista raised herself up from between Betty’s legs, face glistening with juices. “Only co-ed I want at my door is the one I’m eating out, okay?” Betty grinned. “O-Kay!” she said firmly.
Crista’s tongue poked and probed at the body of the other girl, loving her and occasionally strumming her fingers over the little nubbin of the girl’s clit. Betty was right, she just instinctively seemed to know what to do to pleasure Betty, all of it seemed so natural to her.
Slurping, licking and encouraged by Betty’s moans, Crista did her best to please her new lover. She wormed her tongue in as deep as she could get it into the hot cunt, and was rewarding with the flow of Betty’s sweet juices.
“Oooh baby, we’ve got to fuck!” Betty screamed out. “Do you want to fuck?”
“Sure, but I didn’t bring a toy. Did you Betty?” Betty shook her head, but said to Crista “I know how we can fuck, lover. Just follow my lead.”
Golden skin glistening with sweat, she re-positioned herself over Crista’s head, until they were in the ages-old position of `69′ . “Just do what I do honey” she said to Crista. “Next time, we’ll get a dildo and fuck each other’s brains out!”
Crista thrilled to the fact that Betty was already thinking of a “next time”, but her mind went blank at Betty’s next move.
“OH FUCK, YESSSSSSS!!” she screamed out as Betty plunged two fingers deep into her cunt and began eating her out again. Quickly, she began to emulate the actions of her girlfriend and did the same. The two of them were rubbing together, hunching upwards against invading fingers and tongues. Groaning, moaning, bouncing all over the bed, the two women were lost in waves of sapphic lust.
The party raged on outside the door, but inside, the two were lost in a world of their own. Neither wanted this moment to end, but despite her experience, it was Betty who came first, releasing a torrent of juice onto Crista’s seeking tongue. Crista swallowed all of it eagerly and let her own climax overtake her, gushing waves of cum onto her lover’s waiting lips. They clung to each other fiercely as the last spasms of orgasm drained from their bodies.
The girls stayed together for a while after, talking, kissing and nibbling on each other. A bond had been formed, yet both girls had a strong streak of curiosity.
“Want to go outside and see what’s going on out there?” Betty said, pinching one of Crista’s pink nipples.
“Mmm-hmm” the girl said in response. “I think I could take on the world, but I really want to take on your friend Jana.”
Betty nibbled on Crista’s ear. “You had better be careful baby, she bites.”
Crista smiled back. “Maybe I’ll bite back.”
Betty held her close, not wanting to let her go for a moment. “Baby, I want to do this again. And again. You’re special, I don’t want this to end – but I want to play with others, can you understand that?”
Crista kissed her girlfriend on the nose and nodded. “I kinda want the same thing, but no way I want to stop being with you. You’re perfection, and you’re a damned good fuck!”
They hadn’t stopped, they’d been going at each other non-stop since that night. The girls know considered themselves a couple, yet each adored the pleasures of other women. Crista had indeed taken on the adorable Jana, while her “slut” of a girlfriend had taken both Sandy and a sweet redhead named Heather in a sandwich.
“So, let’s invite a few girls honey, and make it another naughty weekend, `kay?” Crista said as she cuddled in close.
Betty smiled at her co-hort in kink and said “Okay, but let’s make it a small group. We don’t want things getting out of hand, I’d hate to think how hard it must have been to clean up after last weekend. And if our moms come home early, we can just say we were having a girl’s night too. We’ll bring along Jana and Sandy and a couple of others.”
Crista looked forward to the upcoming weekend with anticipation. She bet her “girl’s weekend” was going to be a lot naughtier than her mom’s.

Note: This story is intended to stand on its own but is based on characters and situations developed in the story “Stuck” (also posted on this site).
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In Country
Melvin pulled his pulp wood truck into the staging area and unhooked the trailer near the offload crane. The sun was just setting over the trees as he drove his cab around to the old concrete block office. He was the last one in and knew the yard boss was going to give him hell about it.
“Dammit Boy!” the old redneck shouted as Melvin stepped inside the cold room. “Where the hell have you been! Everybody else went home hours ago. I been sittin’ here thinking if I should report one of my trucks stolen! I’ve half a mind to fire your ass!”
“Yea? I got half a mind to wop you up side the head” Melvin answered as he calmly walked to the time clock.
“Don’t fuck with me” the Boss replied “Tater said he passed you heading out fully loaded at 3 o’clock. Where’d you run off to that took you all afternoon to get back in?”
“Lets just say I had a run in with some grade ‘A’ poon tang that caused me to get delayed.”
“Bullshit!” the Boss shouted “Even you aint hard up enough to stick your wick in any of that swamp woman pussy.
“Nope.” Melvin smiled “A couple of college kids got stuck in the sand and they offered me a deal to help them out. The girl was hot and took it every place that I could put it.”
“Bullshit!” The Boss shouted.
“No shit!” Melvin replied “You gonna read about this one in Penthouse. The boy just stood there and watched while I gave her the stick.”
“Melvin you are so full of shit it’s no wonder your skin is brown” the Boss laughed “get the fuck out of here. I’ll see you in the morning.”
“Ok Boss” Melvin said as he headed for the door.
“Hey! You aint getting paid for more than eight hours today!” the Boss shouted as the metal door slammed. “I aint paying for you to run around chasing pussy ‘less you bring some back to me!”
Melvin laughed as he climbed into the cab of his old pick up. He spun out at the gate and his tires squealed when they jumped from soft dirt to pavement. The muscular black man pushed a Charlie Pride tape into the 8 track and tapped his fingers on the outside of the window as the truck barreled into the hot summer night.
The heat and sweat took him back in his memory. The girl today reminded him of someone he had known a long time ago. As he stared out at the dark road bed his mind drifted back to a place far away. Where the nights were long, the days were longer and the heat and passion of war surrounded him…
“Sergeant Melvin?” the young nurse asked.
“Yea, that’s me.” Melvin answered groggily before noticing her Lieutenant’s bars. The female officer was slim and had her strawberry blonde hair pulled back behind her head “Yes Ma’am, I mean.”
“I’m nurse Olsen” she said looking at his chart “Looks like you got a lucky break today”
“You call that lucky?” Melvin asked.
“Well, considering you survived with only a sprained ankle, a possible concussion and some bruises I’d say you were lucky.”
“How’s the LT?”
“He’s ok too” she smiled “thanks to you. I think he’s putting you in for a bronze star. He says he wouldn’t be alive if you hadn’t pulled him out of there.”
“Yea, well” Melvin laughed “somebody had to pick him up or the whole damn platoon would have tripped over him.”
“That’s not the way he tells it” She smiled and looked back at his chart. “So, how are you feeling?”
“My head is splitting and my foot hurts.” He groaned “Surprised?”
“It takes a lot to surprise me.” She said, hanging his chart on a nail stuck into a wooden tent support. “I’ll be right back. I’ve got to sit with you tonight and make sure you don’t go to sleep.”
“Why can’t I sleep!?” Melvin protested.
“You might have a concussion and it’s possible if you go to sleep you won’t wake up.” She said cheerily as she walked down the long row of empty cots. “I’ve got to get some things and I’ll be back. Keep your eyes open, ok?”
“Yes Ma’am, I guess” Melvin complained as he watched her walk away. He hadn’t seen a woman in a few weeks, hadn’t seen an American woman in 6 months and hadn’t seen anyone as hot as this nurse; black, white or Asian in years. She was one of those rare women who was completely symmetrical and couldn’t help but be sexy.
He smiled as he noted that she even looked good in her olive green Army utilities. Her breasts were large and firm though well confined inside the uniform. Her blouse wrinkled where it was tucked in the back as if it was too large for her narrow waistline. Her hips rolled out to accentuate the succulent bottom of a young woman at her fertile prime. She made the outfit look even better by blousing her trousers into her jungle boots causing her pants to stretch tightly against her long legs and tempting ass.
Melvin’s view abruptly ended when she stepped outside and the wooden door slammed behind her. Being a southerner he felt guilty about lusting after the beautiful white woman but he figured after living for months in the field his imagination could take some liberties. With his eyes under control again Melvin noticed that, although the large Army medical tent seemed to be designed for 50 or so patients, he was the only one there. Two rows of empty green cots lined the canvas walls with a walkway down the center.
Occasional seams in the mesh allowed him a limited view of the outside world. He could see that the sun was setting and the shadows were growing longer. It struck him as odd that there was little movement between the tents. He had only heard a few helicopters go over since he had been brought in. Usually the Army hospitals were bustling with activity and noise. Melvin wondered where everyone had gone.
When the nurse returned Sgt. Melvin asked “Where is everybody? Is this the Negro hospital and no other brothers get hurt today?”
“No” she answered with a laugh. “We’re moving out. This MASH unit is being relocated further south. According to someone in Saigon were too close to the front.”
“What front?” Melvin asked.
“Good question” She said with a smile “but the artillery has been getting closer and the brass is worried that we’ll be vulnerable if there is a full scale NVA attack. Anyway, the shells freak me out so I’m not upset about it. We’re pulling out in a few days and everybody but a skeleton crew of nurses and a few MPs has moved already.”
“So why am I here?”
“That’s the bad news.” She frowned, “the Doctor says you’ll be ok before we close down and this is closer to your unit. As soon as you are able, you’re supposed to deploy back to your company. Do not pass go, do not collect $100.”
“Damn.” Melvin sighed.
“I’m sorry.” she said.
“Its ok” he mused “the LT would probably get them all killed if I stayed away too long.”
“There, there” she chided “we Officers aren’t all that bad.”
“True” he said looking her in the eye “some are beautiful nurses.”
“Well aren’t we the little brownnoser,” she replied and sat down in a folding chair nearby. She had brought a stack of magazines which she laid on the canvas floor of the tent. “Here’s how this works. I’m here from 6 to 9, that’s 1800 to 2100, to you regular Army types. Sgt. Steinway is here from 9 to 12, Corporal Fenton is here from 12 to 3 and then I’ll be back to keep you awake between 3 and 6. Got it?”
“I got it alright” Melvin groaned “the first night in months where I don’t have to lay in the mud and I’m not allowed to go to sleep.”
“Look on the bright side” She said tossing him a recent copy of the Ladies Home Journal “at least you can catch up on your reading.”
The next two hours went quickly and the two got along so well that the magazines lay on the ground ignored. Both told stories about home and family. She told him that she and her husband had been married after college and lived in San Francisco. She clearly missed her husband greatly and couldn’t wait to get home.
“So why are you in the Army?” Melvin finally asked.
She smiled “I joined the National Guard as a way of rebelling against my dad. He was a career Navy officer and all my life he told me I could do anything I wanted, except join the Army. I thought it would be fun to play soldier once a month, make a few bucks and get to hassle my old man.”
“Some kids rebel by burning their bras” Melvin said.
“Yea, I didn’t even think about getting ‘called up’ when I joined.” She sighed “but then they were short on nurses and started rotating us ‘in country’ until they could build up the ranks. So here I am.”
“Fun, Travel and Adventure” Melvin said in his deep southern voice. He liked talking to nurse Olsen, or Tammy, as she preferred. She was the first white person in a long time who had treated him as an equal. He was slightly ashamed that she turned him on so much but he couldn’t keep his eyes away from the curve of her ass and the fullness of her bosom. What was really frustrating was that he knew he would be watched for the next 12 hours and wouldn’t even be able to jack off. He wondered if she was having similar feelings.
As they talked Tammy drank in the sight of the handsome black man. He lay on top of his blanket wearing only a loose fitting pair of Army skivvies and a tight brown undershirt. He was well spoken, well read and flirtatious in a charming southern way. Tammy wondered why he wasn’t married but as she found herself more attracted to him she was secretly glad that he wasn’t. She wondered if what the others said was true about black men; that they were unusually well endowed and made great lovers.
She recalled the last six months of using her fingers and imagining her husband pleasuring her. Then she looked at the muscular man in front of her and couldn’t help but visualize him between her legs. It wouldn’t be right, she told herself, a married officer and a black enlisted man. Probably a violation of a hundred laws of the UCMJ. But as the impure thoughts crossed her mind her nipples hardened and her pussy pulsed. It made her fidget in her chair.
Around 8 o’clock Tammy thought of a way that she might answer the size question. She told herself that there was no harm in knowing that, and decided once she saw that he had a normal sized penis the mystery would be solved, and she would lose interest. Then, she thought naughtily, she would go to the showers and get off while thinking about her husband.
A purely scientific survey she told herself as she stood up and stepped over to a small surgical sink and began filling a tub with warm water. “Would you like a sponge bath? Sgt. Steinway was supposed to do this but I suppose we could go ahead if you want to get it done.”
“You bet!” Melvin said excitedly. His cock twitched under the loose green skivvies he was wearing. The thought of having this beauty rub him down sent blood surging to his ebony pole. He could feel his heartbeat speed up and nipples harden. Melvin pulled his t-shirt over his head exposing his dark and muscled body. He was tempted to pull his skivvies off as well but thought better of it and crossed his hands over his lap to cover his rising manhood.
Tammy was returning with the soapy water and sponge when suddenly the ground shook and a thunderous explosion rocked the tent. Before the first was over another blast lit up the night causing the wooden rafters to sway. The tray flew as Tammy leaped onto Melvin and tightly wrapped herself around him. She pressed her face into his shoulder and clinched her eyes shut as the mortars went off around them.
Melvin’s first reaction would have been to roll onto the floor and make as low a profile as possible but the frightened nurse had pinned him to the cot. After he caught his breath he realized that the rounds were not far away but not close enough to cause them any harm. Unless the artillery adjusted fire Melvin knew the tent would be safe. From the sound of it he also realized they were American shells.
Soon the heat of their bodies being pressed together combined with the exhilaration of the moment was having an effect on them both. Their hearts were racing with adrenaline. Melvin could feel her hot breath on his cheek and tell that her nipples were trying to press through her thick Army issue bra. She had her legs wrapped around the cot which placed her hot mound directly over Melvin’s organ. The combination was overpowering and he felt his cock start to slide up through the loose waist band of his shorts.
She knew it was wrong but as she felt him growing underneath her she remained in his arms. Even as his hands drifted down across the small of her back she lay against him. The first man to touch her in months. When his palms finally reached her ass she sighed and, when he squeezed, she involuntarily ground her pussy against his sensitive pole. They began to sweat as they dry humped each other in the small cot.
Melvin turned his face to hers and kissed her on the lips. She hungrily returned it and soon their tongues were wrapped around one another. Tammy realized how much she missed the physical contact of her husband and Melvin realized how much he longed for the soft touch of a woman. In that moment they gave each other something they both needed and filled an empty space in each ones soul.
Tammy knew that the rumors about black men were true when she realized that his cock stretched beneath her from its base nearly up to her rib cage. As the ground rocked around them the little cot squeaked beneath their torrid coupling.
His cock slipped into the crevice of her hot pussy channel as they lewdly ground against one another. They both shook with pleasure as Tammy slowly rode Melvin’s manhood separated only by the fabric of her uniform.
As suddenly as they had started the explosions ended. A deafening calm replaced the chaotic thunder and the blanket of confusion seemed to lift. Tammy suddenly felt exposed and guilty and tumbled off Melvin to the floor.
“Oh no!” She cried.
“What the…?!” Melvin gasped.
“I’m sorry” Tammy said kneeling beside him. Her face was flushed and she drew deep breaths as she tried recover from her unexpectedly lustful state “I’m really sorry. I want to…you know…but I can’t…I’m married….and you’re an enlisted man…and.”
Melvin shushed her and put his hand on her shoulder “Its ok.” He said disappointedly.
“Oh my!” Tammy gasped as she noticed his cock still stretched painfully up over his hard abs. “Its still, I mean, its really big! I’ve never seen one that big.”
“It’s never disappointed” Melvin said.
“I’m sorry” She replied staring at his cock. “I should go. And, and let you take care of that…”
“I think you know what to do” Melvin said as he gently placed her hand over his dark shaft.
She instinctively wrapped her fingers around it, telling herself she just wanted to feel it. But a rush of excitement ran through her as she held it in her palm and she didn’t want to let go. It was thick and hard and so wonderfully big. Wrapping both hands around it like a baseball bat she lifted it straight up. The contrast of her white skin against the towering black erection caused her to quiver with the excitement of the taboo.
She did know what to do. She thought back to all the boys she had fooled around with in school. Agreeing to “hold them” or “jack them off.” Enough to keep their interest but never wanting to get a reputation as a bad girl. Always holding back, even when her hormones raged and her own needs went unfulfilled. Always afraid someone might see, someone might talk.
She loved her husband. He had introduced her to the joys of lovemaking. But he wasn’t here to give her what she needed. Neither were any of her classmates or her sorority sisters to call her a slut. Nor were any of her neighbors who might whisper that she was seen talking with a black man. She realized she wanted more than talk from this black man. She realized she was completely free.
Melvin moaned as she began to stroke him. With one hand at the root and one over the mushroom like head at the top of his shaft she slowly jacked his cock. With her hands wrapped around him she started sliding them very slowly up and down its length.
“Is this the way you do it,” she asked.
“Almost,” he told her as he covered her hands with his own showing her how. She followed his lead and soon his stalk was slick with an oil of pre cum that oozed from its head.
She was kneeling with her boots under her ass and realized that she was getting off rubbing her crotch back against her ankles. Her breath and motion quickened. It didn’t take her long to get into a rhythm. Her clit was burning with passion and she was soon pumping his cock a mile a minute. A dozen tiny orgasms crackled through her as she rocking her body back and forth. Her panties were soaked through and formed tightly against her nether lips.
She suddenly realized that she wanted more. She wanted to taste the powerful organ she was stroking. She slowed her rhythm and leaned over it, looking at it closely, then sliding it over her cheek. The soft texture excited her more and she brought its head to her lips. The salty flavor of his manly juices flowed over her tongue as she lightly kissed the surface.
“Oooh yea, do that” Melvin said.
“I’ve never done this for anyone other than my husband,” she paused.
“So, you’ve never sucked a real man” Melvin said proudly.
She thought back to all her boyfriends who weren’t half of Melvin’s size. Even her husband’s 6 or so inches didn’t compare. “No,” she said finally.
Melvin ran his large dark fingers thorough her strawberry blonde hair and lightly pressed her back toward his cock. It jerked as she leaned close to it. She extended her tongue and encircled his swollen cock head. Then slid it up and down the backside of his shaft, from the base to the tip several times, coating it with her glistening saliva.
When she reached the top again, her lips parted and his penis slid past her lips and into the warm confines of her mouth. She could only take a few inches, but she began sucking with all the ability she could muster, swirling her tongue around the head and pistoning his cock into her mouth. When she began pumping his shaft in time with her oral movements Melvin soon felt his balls boiling up beneath her.
He had wanted to wait, hoped to fuck this hot nurse but he could no longer hold back. His stomach tightened, and he groaned as he started shooting hot sperm into her mouth. He held her there as he creamed. She knew to stay put as she sucked and swallowed his sperm for a long minute.
Finally she rose up licking her lips and smiled. “That was nice” she said.
“I should be telling you that” Melvin laughed.
Tammy stood and walked to the sink where she splashed her face. Melvin readjusted his cock under his shorts and pulled his t-shirt back on.
Just then, the wooden tent door opened and a heavy woman with Sergeant’s stripes walked in. Melvin laughed when he noticed that her name was Steinway and couldn’t help but think it was appropriate that she was as big as a piano.
“Lieutenant Olsen?” Steinway asked “are you ok? Those shells were pretty close and I know you hate that.”
“I’m fine Sergeant” Tammy answered wiping her hands on a towel “Sergeant Melvin here kept me safe.”
“Are you sure Ma’am?” Steinway asked.
“Yes, Sergeant” Tammy winked at Melvin “I have found a way to deal with my fear of the explosions.”
“well ok, you’re relieved Ma’am.” Steinway said “I’m here from 2100 to 00.”
“Thank you Sergeant” Tammy said as she turned to leave “I’ll see you in the morning Sergeant Melvin. Goodnight.”
“Good night Ma’am” Melvin watched her walk out and couldn’t help but notice the large wet spot on the back of her pants.
The folding chair creaked as Steinway sat down. “Damn” she whispered to Melvin conspiratorially. “The LT thinks she’s cool, but look. She must have wet her pants when those rounds went off.”

I could only see her outline as she sat on my car’s hood. There was no moon in the sky and I could only see her profile.
Her body was perfect, her breasts just catching hints of light form distant farmyards, her nipples almost seeming to glisten in the faint light. It was cool enough that her nipples were nice and erect.
I could see the contours of her stomach, those delicate lines, she kept herself in perfect shape, not all muscled and bulky, nor too skinny just right, the perfect amount of body, so that when I kissed her, anywhere it was always a soft kiss.
She turned her head to me and might have asked, “Are you going to start any time soon?” with that wry smile of hers if she hadn’t seen me kneeling down in front of her already.
I began gently kissing her inner thighs, looking up to what I could see of her face in the dim light. Her smile down on me should have made my cock harder than ever before, but instead I got a chill.
A cold blast of sub zero racing down my spine as I looked up into her eyes, they weren’t her eyes. Her hair was a light blue and her skin was a darker blue, her eyes were still the same blue they had always been.
For a moment I thought it was just the light or maybe the headlights of some car coming down the old road, but it was neither.
It was still her, the eyes were hers but they weren’t, she was cold now as if every ounce of heat had been pulled out of her.
I fell back onto the dewy ground and the chill in the grass and rocks and the dew itself made me shiver more. I felt a warmer breeze blowing past me.
She looked at me and I knew she wanted me. She gracefully slid off of the car’s hood; one of her feet gently came to the ground. as it came closer to the earth the dew beneath it began to freeze, creating a delicate hoar frost, and then that was crushed by her foot, a pattern of frost then spread out from her foot and as her other foot came down the process was repeated.
Her eyes never left me as she slowly walked towards me, she never sped up and all of her moves were as graceful as any dancers, yet she kept up with me no matter how fast I retreated.
She reached a hand out to me, not threatening, just beckoning, not knowing why I’m trying to get away.
Her eyes, eyes that once seemed to fill with fire, now seemed sad, her hand drooped now, shaking as if she was scared again.
She collapsed in front of me like a bag of bones. I could see tears falling now becoming crystals of ice before they hit the ground.
Every sob she made brought a cloud of white air around her and she shook, as if she felt her own coldness.
I reached out to her and at first I cringed at the cold that assailed my skin, the coldest day in winter was warmer than this. I clenched my fist and as I did so I saw her wince, and then I saw the bruises that dotted her otherwise perfect skin.
“Go ahead,” she said softly, her breath coming out as a small white cloud, “that’s what the others did.”
Our roles reversed she now looked up at me, not fear in her eyes, just a constant life that no one could help her with.
I unclenched my fist and gritted my teeth, once again trying to touch her, and once again not making it past her coldness.
The third time I held my breath and pushed my hand forward again, and at the edge of the cold I felt warm and my hand softly alighted upon her shoulder.
Her whole body shook as you might if you were just brought in from near death in the tundra. She looked up at me and it was a beautiful cold I saw in her eyes, the cold of a hoary morning when Jack Frost had danced on your window pains and every branch that had looked so desolate the day before was now a sparkling crystal.
I smiled back at her wonderment, amazed at the warmth I felt flowing up my arm. I knelt down with her and held her to me, feeling our bodies warm together, her ice melting with my warmth.
We smiled and kissed passionately, the past being forgotten as the future emerged.
It was the largest temperature change that they had ever seen in the area, it had gone form subzero temperatures (unusual for a summer night) to a temperature as warm as any summer day that they had ever seen.
*
The body was found in September, a young man in his 20’s. His body was somehow mummified and his arms blackened as if his skin had been frozen before he died, yet the coroner swears that did not kill him.
It was written off as a mysterious death but no foul play was suspected. The case was closed and his name disappeared into the past. If anyone remembered the girl he had been with they never said a word

I have watched you for hours. I have watched as you slept, watched while you bathed, watched as you raged against the hated space I keep between us. I have watched you and grinned to myself, knowing that you are completely unaware of the study I have made of you: your habits, your mood swings, your needs. You believe there is no interest there, no need, no want. Your belief is wrong. One day maybe, I will show you.
A thought:
You are bound and blindfolded, your blue eyes covered by a red bandana, your soft wrists joined together by a length of black silk rope. I study you, watching as blushes come and go across your pale, pale skin. I am not touching you, only allowing my eyes to traverse the softness laid out before me. I am not touching you with my fingers but I can tell that you are sensitive to my eyes upon your skin.
You begin to talk. Stupid, meaningless words that have nothing to do with what I am doing. You are mad at me, mouthing off. Trying to goad me into an action that will leave you feeling like I am responding to you. How are you to know that I already am? Your eyes are covered so you do not see the moisture that graces my skin, the love and lust in my copper brown eyes.
“Shut up, Lissa.” I don’t yell, only murmur, my voice in your ear. Dark chocolate sin in the shell of your ear. I watch the way goose bumps pebble your skin, the way you shiver slightly, as if cold air is blowing against your heat. “Stop trying to piss me off. Just, shut up.”
You are silent. I know you though, the silence will not last for long. You can not allow me to be in control, not even for a second. It’s like a joke to you, a way to poke the sleeping wolf I keep tucked far away from you. Of course, you don’t realize just how safe I keep you. From myself, the part of me that I don’t allow you to see very often.
I abandon you for a minute, knowing that as soon as I move you are going to begin your rambling monologue once more. And you do not disappoint, filling the empty space with babble. I ignore you, instead focusing on the next step of our little soiree. I gather the instruments I want to play with: a feather, a washable marker, a small vibrating egg. Little gifts you don’t know I have tucked away in your room; hidden for the express purpose of teasing you mercilessly.
“Hush.” I leave your room and head to the freezer. I think you may need an ice cube to cool you off. Hell, I may need an ice cube myself before this is all over. Finally, I am done. I can not postpone this any longer. I re-enter your room and grin at you. Of course you can’t see me but I know you feel it just the same. Your movements and words stop all at once. You appear to be frozen: a deer trapped by the bright lights of an oncoming car.
I approach the bed once more and kneel by your side. You jerk slightly. “Don’t worry.” This is a whisper against your mouth, said to ease your movements before I capture your bottom lip between my teeth, tugging it gently. At the same time, I trace a line over your skin with the ice cube, starting from the base of your throat and moving slowly downward. I stop kissing you so that I can watch the journey my hand makes. Over that pale plush skin, dipping into your belly button, over your hip bones.
“Open for me.” Your legs clench tight, tighter. I think you are afraid of my hand dipping down further but I know you. You won’t fight it for long, you can’t. Finally, you let go. Your legs spread slowly, and my hand glides down to tease the pale pink of you. Coldness, dripping down over juicy, pouting cunt lips. You shiver and I laugh softly, you know that sound, that deep down happy I-wanna-eat-you-all-up giggle.
My fingers dip inside your warmth, spreading the coldness around, planting it into your heat. I scoot down further so that my face is level with all the pretty pale pink flesh and suck gently at your clit, once then again. My fingers push the ice upwards, expecting your heat to melt it quickly. You are moving; a slow undulating wave. I know you are not aware of it and it pleases me to see you lost in desire for me, lost in wet heat and soft sex.
I turn around and reach for the little silver egg. “Hold still, baby girl.” My voice is soft, husky, needy. Can you hear the wanting? I don’t know. My hand guides your thighs even further apart with little nudges. When you are spread open like some sweet succulent berry I slip the soft round bullet inside of you and turn it to low. The vibrations are gentle, your reaction is funny to me: stifled moans and soft movements…not sure of what you are responding to.
Next the feather. The tip, circling over your flesh. Dipping into the moist crevice, breezing softly over your clit. Your body jerks, harder than I would have thought for such delicate touches. I want to replace the feather with my mouth, but I won’t. The night is still young and we have lots of time. Circling, softly, slowly over your outer lips, tracing the wetness of your inner lips, finding the nubbin of too sensitive flesh…circles, soft, slow circles.
You are slowly coming apart for me. I can see it in the way you move, hear it in the whispered exhalations, smell it in the scent of you. You want to feel me…not a feather, not a small silver egg. And you will one day. Maybe even tonight. I whisper to you, “What do you want?”
No answer. You still don’t trust me enough to tell me. Maybe you are still too shy? We have never been in this position before, really. It doesn’t matter. Before we are finished you will beg for me to touch you, take you, taste you. I know you will. I can wait. We have all night.
The vibrations are beginning to soothe you. I adjust the speed and remove the wet feather from your damp flesh. It smells of you. I move up and to your side and take your right nipple into my mouth. Suckling gently, my mouth surrounds your oh so pale flesh. You strain against my mouth. Wanting to feel my weight holding you down, making you safe, claiming you for my own. But I decided already. No weight until you beg for me.
My fingers reach out to pluck the nipple my mouth is not entertaining. You are lost. I know it. The heat of you is burning me up, making me crazy. You moan, low and feral: a kitten in heat, in need. Wanting. Waiting. I turn the egg up to high and watch the blush suffuse your skin. Enjoying your movements against the bonds, against my mouth, against my hand. You will ask soon. I decide to delay it. I stop. I turn the egg back to low and sit up, moving a few inches away.
“What do you want?” My voice is soft now, as soft as a warm breath of air on a spring morning. I know you. It’s not enough yet. Not enough to make you ask for me, beg for me, cry for me. So I watch for a while. And then I remember the marker.
It’s red. Do you know that? Red looks so hot against your so pretty flesh. I take the top off and begin to doodle on your breasts. Making pictures of my need. Writing love words on your soft belly. You are calming down now, the low vibrations, the marker, making you feel drowsy.
Like the wolf that I am, I wait until you are relaxed and then I strike. My lips to your throat, the egg on high, two fingers gliding down to tug on your clitoris. Your body spasms. It was unexpected. You weren’t ready. You bless me with a wordless moan, a sighing keening sound.
“Talk to me.” My fingers move faster, circling then tugging. My teeth search for soft spots to mark. I want you to tell me what you need, what you want. I think you may be ready soon. Your body is heaving against my mouth, against my hand but still you won’t speak. So I stop…everything. I pull the egg out, and turn it off. I move away from your side and get up.
Then I move to your couch, to watch you work it through. I want you to talk to me and I won’t let you cum until you do.
“Michele?” Your voice breaks and I know you are listening for me. I don’t answer. I am mad at myself for wanting you to open up, for needing you to share your self with me.
“Michele, where are you?” Your head turns. You know you can’t see me with that blindfold over your pale blue eyes. I grin and wait. Maybe I will get my wish after all.
“Michele, please don’t leave me like this.” I stand up silently and stroll over to look down at you, lush curves glistening with sweat, pouting lips, puzzled frown.
“Please…” It’s a whisper but I know that’s all you can give to me right now. It’s enough.
I ease down so that I am stretched out on top of you and then I place the egg between us, nestling it just above your clit. Our bodies are joined: breast to breast, mouth to mouth, cunt to egg to cunt. With a smile I turn it on and grind my pubis down upon it and you. You respond by biting my arm to keep your self from moaning too loudly, I think. I grab your hair and break the bite, still riding the egg, grinding it onto your clit. I can feel you jerking against it and me. Your whispering “no, too much, please” and I am loving the sounds, the need, the heat.
I capture your mouth with my own, swallowing the pleas. Still my hips keep circling and pressing down, still I feel you jerking against the pressure, the buzz against your wet, sensitive flesh. I cum then, silently. My wetness pooling downward over that little buzzing egg and onto you. Your body is thrashing and moans are escaping from our kisses. I decide that it’s time and I ease back to whisper to you.
“Come for me, baby girl.”
I scoot back and downward to wrap your legs around my head. The egg moves with me. I turn it on high and slip into your heat, your moisture. My lips fasten themselves to your clit and suck for a moment before beginning a steady flicking, up and down. Back and forth. You are whimpering, whispering, crying. The bed is drenched beneath you. Your thighs are gripping and releasing my head. I can smell you, I am bathed in your scent, your taste. Faster. My hand searches for the control to the egg. I tug it out and then use my hand to push it in and out. In rhythm to my tongue flicks, my tongue licks. Soon, I feel your body tighten and then wetness floods out over my hand. You are crying out, and I know that this is love…only love and nothing more.
I have you here, beneath me, around me and you are safe and mine if only for this little while.

We had been married for seven years when Rick suggested we spice up our sex life by “swinging”. It came right out of the blue, I thought our sex life was o.k. but apparently my husband had other thoughts.
Rick had been my high school sweetheart and we had married shortly after graduating. I had never been with another man.
Rick met a guy at work who was into swinging and told him how great it was an invited us to join their group.
My husband is a good-looking guy and at twenty-nine I still turned guys’ heads. We would be a welcome addition to any swingers’ group.
Rick pressured me incessantly until finally I agreed to give it a try. It took a lot to get me to agree to my husband fucking another woman but Rick seemed quite comfortable with some other guy fucking me.
I was nervous all day thinking about what I was getting into that night. Sitting in the hair salon wondering how I had let myself get talked into this.
Rick was excited and had bought me new sexy lingerie for the occasion. I could tell he really wanted me to be hot. A skimpy demi-bra that left the upper slopes of my breasts bare to below the nipples. Crotchless panties, which were wide-open framing my shaven labia and a scarlet garter belt suspending thigh high black net stockings. I looked like a virtual Mata Hari.
We parked about a block away from the Simpson’s hose as they asked. Janet Simpson did not want a hoard of cars parked outside their place drawing the nosy neighbors’ attention.
It was a modest red brick side split and we could hear the crowd inside as we walked up the front walk. Ken Simpson came to the door and welcomed us in.
The number of people overwhelmed me, there must have been twenty or more couples of various ages overflowing the living room and spilling into the kitchen.
Ken took my coat leaving me in my black silk chemise and a black micro-mini not much wider than a belt.
I was relieved to see that many of the women were dressed like sluts also. There was one young blonde who was topless already, her perky tits drawing a lot of attention.
Curiously my eyes scanned the room to see whose cock I may be getting in me. There was a large selection, young guys, old guys, fat guys, and skinny guys, there was even a black guy there.
I noticed the black guy was checking me out while chatting with the bare breasted blonde. I knew he was going to hit on me.
A glass of gin and cub soda was put in my hand and Simpson escorted me to the couch and plunked me down between two guys who were obviously drunk already. Rick was nowhere in sight.
I was starting to panic being in this sex charged environment and my husband having vanished leaving me alone to deal with these drunks.
The chubby balding guy on my left reached across and put his hand on my right thigh well above my knee. On my right was one of those repulsive bigheaded guys who think they are God’s gift to woman.
As I felt chubby guy’s hand slowly working its way up my leg the other guy put his arm around me and drew me closer to him.
“My name is Norman and I want to fuck you.” He introduced himself.
I was shocked by his bluntness. Meanwhile chubby guy had discovered my panties were crotchless and his fingers were in me.
I was sitting between the two drunks getting mauled when the black guy came over to my rescue.
“Care to dance Gorgeous?” he asked.
The guy was as big a house standing over six feet tall and must have weighed close to three hundred pounds. The two who had been mauling me looked at him annoyed but did not protest.
He took me over to where three other couples were dancing to Duran Duran’s Hungry Like the Wolf” where we begin dancing.
“My name is Luke.” My partner said over the loud music.
“Michelle.” I replied, “Thanks for saving me from this two jerks.”
“You didn’t look like you were enjoying yourself?” Like said.
“Trust me, I wasn’t.” I assured him.
“You came her to have someone to make love to you, not use you.” Luke added.
I felt myself starting to blush. Luke thought I was on the prowl. What else would he thing with me being at a swingers’ meeting dressed like a slut?
I felt Luke’s big hand slid up under the back of my skirt raising the skirt and exposing most of my almost bare buttocks. As we glided around the dance floor I knew the others were looking at Luke’s hand caressing my ass cheeks, I didn’t care anymore.
Luke soon discovered my panties were crotchless and his finger slid into where chubby guy’s had been earlier. I was wet now while he finger fucked me for all to watch. I was too horny to protest and just swiveled my pussy on his persistent fingers while he brought me to orgasm in front of the entire room.
Now I was embarrassed, I had just cum with a dozen people watching me. Thankfully Luke led me to a bedroom to finish what he had started.
A couple of other guys tagged along with us. When we found a vacant bedroom I was thrown across the bed and quickly stripped by many hands. I lay naked and ready to be used; my pussy was hungry for a cock, any cock!
All three guys begin to strip so they could enjoy me. I watched Luke removing his clothes; God was he a big guy. When he slid down his boxers and I got my first look at his cock I couldn’t believe my eyes. He was at least ten inches long and as thick as a baseball bat. Surely I could not take a cock that big in me!
My husband’s dick was an average six inches and I always managed to get off on it, what would this monstrosity feel like crammed into my fuck hole?
I was naked on a bed with three men I had never met before. I knew the time had come; I was going to be gang fucked by all of them.
The first guy to mount me was not a bad looking blonde guy in his forties. I closed my eyes as he forced himself between my legs. I felt his cockhead spreading my labia as he started to penetrate me. His cock felt about the same as my husband’s as it journeyed into my waiting cunt. When I felt his balls kiss my pussy lips I contracted my pelvic muscle gripping his cock with my vagina wall. My hips rose to meet his thrusts and we were fucking.
The stranger’s cock felt good in me and I responded to it as if he were my regular lover. My body bucked like a wild animal’s as he pounded me harder and harder.
“You love it you horny bitch.” He moaned as he tried to make me come.
“Yes, yes, fuck me you bastard!” I answered.
I opened my eyes as something slapped me across my mouth; it was Luke’s big black cock!
“Suck it bitch.” He demanded.
Submissively I wrapped my hand around his thick shaft. It felt as idf I had a “Louisville Slugger” in my grip. My heart raced, would I be able to fit him into my mouth?
I opened my mouth as if a dentist was examining me; carefully I guided the huge shiny helmet between my lips. I felt the huge black monster sliding over my tongue until it touched my throat. Instinctively my mouth closed, sealing my lips around his hard shaft. I maintained my grip on the base of his cock as I inhaled deeply forming a vacuum around his meat. I begin stroking as my tongue danced up and around my mouthful of meat.
I felt Luke’s mighty cock throbbing in my mouth as I excited it and knew he was about to giver me a mouthful of his sticky white goo in return for my efforts.
“Suck it baby, suck the Nigga’s cock!” he moaned.
No more kind and caring protector, he was now just a horny black man using some white slut. His cock was fucking my throat now and it was all I could do not to gag.
Blonde guy had settled into a steady rhythm, his hard cock pistoning in and out of my fuck hole while I slurped on the big cock filling m mouth. If Rick could only see he precious wife now he would be proud.
I knew I was only moments away from receiving sperm from not one man but two, both strangers to me.
Luke’s cock erupted first spilling an incredible amount of his milky white sperm into my mouth. His cum flooded my tongue and teeth and started seeping down my throat. I kept my lips sealed around his cock so not to allow any of his cum to escape and begin swallowing.
As I was desperately trying to gulp down Luke’s cum I felt a warm surge in my pussy, blonde guy was coming in me. I could not control myself, I cum with two men’s cum flowing into me. It was so beautiful.
As soon as my two lovers withdrew from my body two more were waiting to use it.
I was pulled on top of the third guy and he shoved his erection up into me soaked pussy. Holding my hips he spread my ass cheeks for his buddy to enter my ass while he fucked my pussy.
I did not see the forth guy who was about to fuck me anally. I felt a cockhead forcing its way into my sphincter as I rode the other cock.
I looked down into the eyes of the guy whose cock was buried deep in my pussy and I recognized it was Danny, the manager of the grocery store where I shopped.
As I worked on my second orgasm the unknown cock tore into my ass like a crazed pitbull uncaring of my agony. I bit my tongue and concentrated on the cock in my cunt.
God help me, I had gone from an everyday housewife to a cock-loving whore. Four stranger’s cocks had been in me so far, one in my ass, and I was loving it!
“Fuck me Danny!” I moaned as the guy in my ass shoved his cock home.
Danny held my pendulous breasts in his hands as he thrust his hips up driving his meat deep into me.
It was an accelerating feeling having two cocks simultaneously fucking me separated only by a thin wall of skin. I could feel each cock thrusting into me and withdrawing independently.
I do not know which cock triggered my next orgasm, the one in my pussy, the one in my ass or both. All I know is the entire lower portion of my body spasm as a tremendous sensation crashed through my loins.
“Oh my fucking God!” I cried as the cocks persistently pounded me into oblivion.
I was a quivering piece of meat when the two cocks drained their sperm into my throbbing orifices. I had been double penetrated the first time in my life.
Luke wanted my freshly fucked ass. As the unknown cock vacated my anus I felt Luke’s huge black monster working into my sphincter before it tightened again.
Sloppy with its predecessor’s cum Luke’s cock mercilessly stretched my asshole to new dimensions previously unknown. The black man pulled me onto his cock like an old rubber boot. In spite of the pain I liked my ass being fucked.
I rocked back onto Luke’s cock as another cock was pressed against my lips. I opened my mouth and took it in. I was in the “doggy” position with a cock in both ends of me. What a dirty slut I had transformed into.
Word circulated through the house of the nymphomaniac in the upstairs bedroom. Soon there was a line up of hard cocks waiting to sample me.
I had lost count of the number of cocks that had dumped their cum in or on me when my husband showed up.
“C’mon Michelle, it’s time for us to go.” Rick said as I was taking a couple of cocks about to cum.
“Get lost pal!” one guy said as he approached cumming in me.
“I don’t want to go yet.” I said as I prepared for another orgasm.
“If you don’t come now I am going to leave you here.” Rick warned.
“Good night dear, don’t wait up!” I smiled as I felt another orgasm growing.

I just left the heading (exhibition & Voyeur) here because some of you don’t like my writing style. This makes it easy for the few idiots, you can just move the fuck on.
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This series started with Sara noticing she could see up my shorts. Fact is I didn’t know, it embarrassed me, scared me too. The big reason was I had me a probation officer at the time. He was a scrawny little black guy, he snorted or smoked or stuck himself with something, God knows what. Gave me shit, delighting in his power over me.
Just one little incident like someone claiming I was exposing myself to women and my ass was back in the can.
Hell, here I was, 244 pounds and pure muscle. All I ever did was work and lift weights. You can’t know unless you get into it. Lift, take it to pain, go past, then keep going until you simply can’t.
Rest. Then do it again. Nothing else to do. Government takes bad people, gives them the tools to become strong bad people, trust me on that. Then they turn us loose to live with you!
Something to think about.
I wasn’t bad people, but I had to live with them for 10 years. It was a good idea to not appear weak.
Let’s just say nobody fucked with me much. Just one tried, big guy. He lifted too. One day, he challenged me, I told him to leave me alone. One thing then another, he swung at me. It lasted maybe 10 seconds. End of that, nobody fucked with me anymore.
Way back when I ran into Sara at that party my life changed. Hell, I hated women, didn’t date, didn’t try.
Sure, I had the housewife types that came into the Gas station I worked at. Lots of them, bored to tears. Husbands with their heads in the clouds, no idea of what they had at home. Going through the motions, come home on Saturday night and get a little. Then just roll over and snore while the wife lays there staring at the ceiling, dreaming of the men she reads about in romance novels.
Can’t fool me, I saw those women. Could have had them, lined them up, not a problem. I just didn’t.
Lord they tried, I saw titties, pantihose, I saw lots with no panties. Nice full service gas station, yep, we washed windows.
Your gals come in to fill up the tank, here is a guy who could hold most of their hubbies up off the ground at arm’s length while sipping a Ginger Ale with the other hand. You think they don’t notice?
Yep. While those guys are sitting on their soft ass down at the office, I am washing the windshield on that BMW they bought their wife. I am just the grubby gas pump jockey to them, but I am looking that their wife’s tits or pussy and they are showing it to me, hoping I will pay attention.
I just ignored them, did my job, went home.
Sara changed all of that. Somehow she knew the trick to a man like me. She just took over, told me what to do. I followed along like a puppy dog, it’s always been that way. Sex with me has to be taken by a woman, if they wait for me to ask, that’s all they will ever do.
I just have no aggression in me. Not sure why, maybe 10 years in prison beat it out of me.
Then Sara’s friend Cindy, my God. Sex again. 10 years with no sex, closer to a dozen by then. 41 years old, and I was having fun again.
But everything changes, Sara and Cindy moved on. Guess things always do.
I just went on with the plan I had. Built me a little company, one step at a time. I was free, nobody checking on me. Back into society, a life.
Well, if you can call it that.
One buyer was a lady, her name was Joanne. Cute, she wanted me and went for it. Somehow we ended up with an amazing experience. Then she was gone, just like that. I wrote about it, she was fine. I suppose I could have only written about the sex, but there was more to it than that. Sex doesn’t just “happen”, lots of things lead up to that moment.
In my case, it has sometimes been years of “leading up”.
I went back to my life. Work, sell, lift weights, on and on.
Getting bigger.
For sex, I took care of myself. For a long time it was almost like going through the motions. Then after Sara, I would get the vision of her naked and leaning back on my cot, exposing herself. Wanting to, wanting me to look! That helped lots.
Later I would think of Joanne. Sometimes I would reach up and roll one of my nipples like she had done, it wasn’t the same, though.
I am not too sure of the time lapse, guessing 3 years or so. Nothing to mention in that period, no women, no excitement, just work. I was at the point where my products couldn’t keep up with the market I had, money was good.
Damn good.
I decided to take a vacation, my crew could keep the doors open for a week or two. I got plane tickets, first class. I don’t fit in regular airplane seats, so I don’t fly much. The cute stewardess kept coming by with little snacks and drinks. She smiled at me a lot, touched my shoulder a couple of times. I got the impression she was interested, but I just let that be.
I remember the day I walked off the plane at the Oahu airport. I was wearing shorts like always, an extra large T-shirt that is about one size too small for me, and a heavy leather coat.
It was like walking into a fucking Sauna bath.
Well, I hadn’t taken 10 steps and I realized that the leather coat was silly, I slid it off and flipped it over my shoulder.
No idea at all how to get anywhere, I got my one suitcase and found a taxi stand.
“151 Uluniuu Avenue” I told the guy. I had found the place in a travel guide, called them up, booked a nice room. Place was a bit cheaper than some of the others, I had spent a good chunk of my vacation budget on the damn airplane. Just 3 blocks off Waikiki beach, sounded good to me.
The taxi driver threw his head back and laughed, “Royal Grove, pink one!” in some crazy accent and off we went.
I sat there puzzled as the idiot made like Parnelli Jones through traffic, we got there alive but I still have no idea how. I paid the driver, looked up, yep!
Pink. The whole place was bright pink!
“Jesus Christ!” I thought, “What the fuck is THIS?” A pink hotel? Hell, ideas of queers popped in my head.
No problem, used to that in the joint, they would leave me alone.
I checked in, they took me back to a kitchen unit, ground floor, it was just around the corner from the small swimming pool. Nice and private, bushes and trees all around in a little garden setting.
There was a tiny little stove, a small fridge. Air conditioning with a big sign saying “Turn off when leaving”, even a TV set. The bed was a double, too short for my 6′1″ frame, but it would do.
I unpacked, minor stuff, wandered out to the pool. Found me a deck chair, laid back to get some sun. Hell, I was in Hawaii!
It was about an hour later it hit me that the sun pouring down on me was nothing at all like the Pacific Northwest I was used to. I turned into a goddamned Lobster that fast!
I got the deck chair back under some of the trees, far too late. I was thinking that I had better go get some oil or something when a voice said, “Oh my!”
I looked up, here was this 30-something redhead wearing a bikini that would make a stripper blush. I blinked, looked her up and down. She must have had tiny nipples because the top she had on wouldn’t cover big ones. The thing strapped between her legs was the lowest and smallest bikini bottom I had ever seen.
The curve of her pubic mound was visible, I could even see a trace of shadow where she had shaved. She caught my startled look, just grinned.
I started to get up, she told me to lay back. She reached over and pinched a chunk of some kind of Cactus looking thing. The stuff was growing everywhere around the pool area. She squeezed it, a clear goo ran out, started rubbing it on my arms. The stuff was cold feeling, but it felt good. I just lay back and let her. Then she spread it across my chest, down over my stomach. She spread it out with her hand, I was starting to like this.
“Flip over” she said. I did, she went, “Oh my!” again.
Yea, I was smart, I had rolled over earlier and burned the shit out of my back, too!
“Where is your room?” she asked.
I pointed, she said, “Come on.”
I hesitated, she gave me a dark look. “COME ON!” and grabbed my hand, pulling me up.
We walked the short distance to my room, she told me to stretch out on the bed. I noticed she left the door standing open, but hell, there weren’t any windows anyway, just screens.
I just did what she told me.
“Aloe Vera” she said.
Whatever the hell that meant.
Here was this absolute vision rubbing my body down with whatever that stuff was, at that point we had maybe shared a dozen words between us. The whole situation seemed odd to me.
She rubbed the stuff on my legs, my back, pulling my shorts down a tad to get to all of the burned spots. No doubt, I was a horror story.
She told me to just pick some out front and put more on every two hours or so, then headed for the door.
“Wait! I don’t know your na…”
“Trina.” she answered. “I am nurse. I guess I am YOUR nurse now!”
“Oh. I’m Dan.”
“Want me to come back and treat you?” The smile was wicked.
“Uh…OK.”
She was gone.
I lay there feeling like a buttered bun but at least the stinging had stopped. I must have dozed, because I woke up to see Trina standing over me, still wearing that tiny bikini. She had a couple more of those plants in her hand.
I shook my head, one look and the bulge in my shorts was obvious. I was doing my best to will it to go down, it wasn’t working.
“Lay back.” she said, looking directly at my crotch with an expression I thought I recognized.
I did as she ordered, and just let her coat me with the stuff. She sat back, satisfied, then smiled at me.
“Bodybuilder?” she asked.
“Not really, I just work out.”
“Nice.” She smiled, got up.
“You too.”
She glanced back at me, with that wicked smile again.
Gone.
I lay there a long time. It was around noon the next day, my eyes opened and there she was. Just sitting there, watching me sleep. I rubbed my skin, it was red but didn’t sting. It felt soft to my touch.
“That stuff works”
“Yes.”
“Why are you helping me?”
“I am a nurse, besides, you are…” her voice trailed off.
I looked, she actually blushed. I knew.
I just reached for her, she folded into my arms like it was normal. Guess it was in a way.
My hands dropped down, stroked her sides, then I reached for the knot on her top. It really wasn’t a top, it was just two patches with some string on it. It opened easily, she shrugged it off. Her breasts were the same color as the rest of her body, I knew she sunbathed that way.
She reached to trip the button on my shorts, then pulled them off me, giggling at the sight of my pure white fanny and bright red body.
I tripped the tie on her bikini bottoms, the tiny little “V” of her crotch came into view. White as snow, the rest of her body was a golden chocolate color. It was such a contrast that it was almost like a beacon.
“I could find that in the dark!” I wisecracked.
We both started to laugh, it got to the point where our eyes were wet.
She leaned forwards and pressed her smallish but firm breasts against my chest, the laughter was replaced by something deeper. A sigh, a little murmur, her stiff nipples racked my chest.
Her hand came down and grasped my erection, she took it in her hand and just held it. One thing that working the body does, it improves the love muscle. I was rigid. She just held it, felt me.
Then she climbed up my body, almost frantic, I felt her reaching, reaching, finding me. I wanted my face between her legs but that would have to wait, we were joined.
We pounded away at each other for a solid half hour, I fought desperately to keep from orgasm. She went through an easy half dozen levels, then I had no way to hold back.
I just relaxed, and let go. The scream I heard in my ears was Trina, head tipped, sweat pouring from her as her entire body rippled.
We relaxed, still joined. I was still firm, holding her as her muscles eased, softened around my cock. I gave her a few easy thrusts, slow and gentle, each forward motion made her eyes open, the lids flutter, then close.
As we mellowed, I withdrew. She looked down at me, I was still mostly erect.
“God…”
We washed together in the shower, I took her briefly again as we did. That time was quick, she was on tiptoes and pressed her lower body into me, little sounds escaping as she climaxed, over and over, each peak reaching higher until she simply collapsed in exhaustion.
That same delightful fluttering of her eyelids, different from what I have known.
We spent the rest of the day cuddled up on the bed, just touching. I spent quite a long time nuzzling between her legs, she was slick and smooth, tasted like spring water. Later, she spread some more of the plant on me, I was fast healing though. Then she lay and played with my cock, almost like it was a toy. She stroked it and moved it back and forth until I was hard as a rock again, then she slowly and delightfully caressed me to an orgasm.
We got up, naked, showered again. The cool water was wonderful on my skin, we rubbed and pressed against each other, letting the spray cascade over us in rivelets.
It was only about 3 blocks to the beach, Trina and I walked hand in hand down there. We made quite a sight I think. Me in just tan colored shorts, bare chested, Trina wearing three little patches of cloth. At a glance, we probably looked to be naked. My biceps were only an inch or two smaller than her waist, yea, likely quite a sight.
There were some cement seats with shade, we sat and watched the beachgoers. Just holding hands at first. Then we held each other as the day cooled, and watched the Sun go down. A small little rain came in just at dusk, it was warm, we didn’t even get up to go for shelter.
The horizen faded to dark, and suddenly a lightning storm showed up on the horizen, beautiful.
After that ended, we walked back to the hotel.
Trina gave me a hug, a kiss.
“Come by tomorrow? I asked her.
“I fly out tomorrow morning.”
“Oh.”
She pressed a card into my hand, then she was gone.
I sat in the chair, thinking. Two days in Hawaii, not bad at all. Almost two weeks to go.
I looked at the card. Her name, a number. The address was 500 miles from my home in Seattle.
I smiled and tucked it into my wallet. More adventures to go, yep, two weeks.
MGM

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An erotic tale from the electronic pen of BarondeSade…
A PASSING GRADE
Hal sat watching Mrs. Hawkins passing back the papers they had written for their last assignment. He had, had a crush on her since the first day he saw her. He always got flustered and tongue-tied when she called on him.
Then as she handed him his paper, he looked up at her and smiled like a lovesick calf.
“Uh, thanks, uh, thank you, Mrs., uh, Mrs. Hawkins,” he mumbled, and then looked down at his paper expecting to see a big ‘A’ at the top of the paper.
He had never seen so many red marks on a paper before. And a ‘D’? How could he have gotten a ‘D’? He thought that it was one of his better papers. Why had Mrs. Hawkins given him a ‘D’ on it? And why was it a copy of his paper? Why did she copy his paper and keep the original? That was weird. Did she have it out for him or something, he wondered? Then he saw the note in the margin of the top page.
It read “Please see me after class.”
Looking up at her desk, he saw her look up and smile at him as if nothing were out of the ordinary.
How could she do this to him? He felt like he’d been punched in the belly. Like having your girlfriend jilt you for another guy. She was now his enemy. Didn’t she know that he had a 4.0 grade average and had never, in all of his eighteen years received a failing grade on anything?
Maybe she was on the rag and had decided to take it out on him for some reason. But she had always seemed friendly toward him. In fact, he sometimes thought she was a little friendlier toward him than the other boys in the class. But now this. What had he done to deserve such underhanded treatment?
Damn her anyway. He’d just have to wait until class was over and see what she wanted.
They were supposed to be reading Coming Through the Rye, but he couldn’t concentrate on the book as his mind kept wandering back to the paper and Mrs. Hawkins.
Then it was as if his mind was trying to punish her and he found himself wondering what she would look like naked as he tried to undress her with his mind’s eye.
She had to be forty-something. And a pretty forty-something. She wore glasses, but had a cute face in spite of that. And it had no obvious wrinkles or blemishes.
As he studied her, the soft glare of the fluorescent lighting glinted off her glasses and the hints of silver and gray that were scattered through her blondish-brown hair. He thought the pageboy style of haircut she had fitted her perfectly.
Leaving her face, his eyes quickly strayed down to her two most outstanding attributes. Her mountainous breasts. Swelling out against the material of her lilac blouse, they reigned supreme over all of other breasts in Bradyton High School. They had to be the envy of all the other women teachers, large for any woman but seemed even larger on her moderate frame. Hal could only fantasize about how it would feel like to snuggle down between them. He would probably never come up for air…
Suddenly, the shrill buzz of the bell brought the class to a merciful end. Hal flipped his book shut and sat apprehensively watching Mrs. Hawkins grading papers as he waited for the rest of the class to slowly file out of the classroom.
Slouched down in his chair, he saw the last student leave and slowly got to his feet.
“Oh, Hal, I’m sorry, I’d forgotten that I asked you to see me after class,” he heard Mrs. Hawkins say as she looked up from her desk and smiled at him.
Hal miserably clomped up to her desk and stood waiting as if he were about to receive a sentence to the firing squad.
“Uh, how could I get a ‘D’ on my paper?” he asked her, standing in front of her desk looking down at her as the fragrance of lilacs wafted over him.
Lilacs. Everything was lilac with her. Clothes. Perfume. Car. Everything. What was that all about? Why I bet she even has lilac panties on. If she’s wearing any panties…
Even with thoughts of doom swirling through his head, he was unable to keep his eyes off her commanding breasts as they sought escape from the restrictive confines of her lilac blouse.
He felt like a twelve-year-old being punished for something he hadn’t done instead of the eighteen-year-old jock he was.
“I don’t have time to discuss it with you at the moment,” she said, looking down at her watch and the back up at him as she shifted her body slightly.
As she did, her big tits seem to swell even bigger, thrusting out at him, almost asking him to grab them.
“But if you could come by my house tonight, say around seven-thirty, I could go over your work with you then,” she smiled.
“Uh, seven-thirty, uh, okay, uh, seven-thirty,” he stammered, feeling like a dolt and wondering if the move she had made was on purpose.
Was she trying to impress him with the size of her giant melons?
“I’ll see you then,” she said, smiling and absent-mindedly brushing her hand over her breasts as she turned her attention back to the paper she had been grading.
“Uh, okay,” he muttered, seeing that he had been dismissed.
What was wrong with him, he asked himself? Why had he acted like such a frigging moron? Why did he feel so intimidated by her? She was just a teacher, not the principal or anything. Why he was eighteen, the captain of the baseball team, and on the student council, plus all the girls in school were gaga over him. So why had he acted like such a wimp in front of her?
The rest of Friday blew by in a blur for Hal as his mind kept replaying his confrontation with Mrs. Hawkins over and over again.
Wondering what his meeting with her would be like, he stewed about it all day until suddenly it was seven-fifteen and time to head over to her house.
Coasting up in front of her house in his souped up Ford, he saw her lilac BMW parked in the driveway of her pale lilac house. All this damned lilac was making him dizzy, he told himself as he rolled to a stop and got out of his car.
He hadn’t brought his books with him. All he had was the ink-stained copy of his infamous paper that had gotten him the first ‘D’ in his life. As he finally got up the nerve to ring the doorbell, he felt like wadding the paper up and throwing it in her face when she answered the door.
He didn’t have to wait long for the opportunity as the door slowly opened and Mrs. Hawkins stood in the doorway smiling at him.
“Hal, right on time. Come on in,” she laughed softly, stepping back so he could go inside.
“Uh, yes, yes, ma’am,” he said contritely, once again feeling small and insignificant in her presence as he stepped around her and into her lilac-adorned living room.
As he did, the subtle fragrance of her lilac-scented perfume filled his nostrils. Then it suddenly occurred to him that she was wearing a long, flowing gown. It was lilac satin and it flowed over her body like a lilac stream concealing the abundant charms underneath it but giving more than a subtle hint of their magnificence. Strange that she would be dressed so informally, he thought but couldn’t keep from running his eyes over the curves of her body that were resplendently displayed by the shimmering satin. As his eyes brushed over the swell of her large breasts, he could easily tell that she wasn’t wearing a bra under the gown as the giants jiggled and bobbled unrestrained under the glimmering gown.
“Uh, that sure is a, a pretty, uh, gown, uh, Mrs. Hawkins,” he stammered like a twelve-year-old and felt more like a six-year-old.
“Why, thank you, Hal,” she smiled, turning to make her gown billow out around her. “It’s just my lounging around the house gown.”
“Uh, is Mr. Hawkins playing ball tonight?” Hal asked looking around the room as she stepped over to a table that had papers spread out all over it.
“Oh, I thought you knew,” she said, leaning over and leafing through the papers on the table, “Arnold’s team won the Senior League and they’re in Cedarville playing in the playoffs.”
“No, I didn’t. Aren’t you going over to watch him play?” Hal asked, knowing that she was usually in attendance at all his games.
He knew that because he liked to watch baseball himself and had gone to several of the games, too. And he had seen Mrs. Hawkins sitting up in the stands cheering her husband on at several of the games.
“No, not this time,” she said, looking up and him and smiling, “I told him to go ahead and have a good time with the boys. I didn’t want to be a weight around his neck what with all the partying they do after the games.”
Then she apparently found what she was looking for because she smiled again and lifted a paper up from the others.
“He should be back late Sunday afternoon,” she added almost as an afterthought.
“Is that my paper?” he asked her, his eyes dropping down to the swell of her breasts jutting out under the satin gown again as he walked across the room to where she stood.
“Yes, it is,” she said, holding it out to him when he stepped up in front of her.
As he took the paper, he saw that even the frames of her wire-rimmed glasses were lilac.
Then he looked down at the paper and took a step back in surprise.
“What? What’s going on? This says I got an ‘A+’!” he grunted, staring down at the paper in wonder as there wasn’t a mark on it except a scribbled ‘Excellent’ across the top of the page. “The one you gave me in class was marked a ‘D’.”
“Oh, come on, Hal,” she laughed, leaning back with her butt resting against the edge of the table as she looked at him. “Did you really believe that? Why, I’ll bet you’ve never gotten a failing grade in anything in your life.”
“No, no, I’ve never gotten a failing grade,” he mumbled, wondering what in the hell was going on.
“You’re one of the, if not the best student I’ve ever had,” she told him, leaning away from the table and daintily padding over to the wet bar that sat in the corner of the living room.
“Really? You really think so?” he grinned, pride swelling up in his chest like an over-inflated balloon as he watched her round butt daintily swishing from side to side under her shimmering satin gown.
Seeing the ‘A+’ on the paper had changed his demeanor a whole one hundred and eighty degrees.
“Would you like a drink?” she asked him as she slipped around behind the bar and started making herself one while she looked over at him with an amused look on her face.
“Uh, sure, uh, yeah, that sounds good,” he laughed, wondering why she had invited him over if he had made an ‘A+’ on his paper.
Could it be? Naw, not Mrs. Hawkins. She wouldn’t do anything like that! Would she?
“You are eighteen, aren’t you?” she asked him, reaching for a second glass.
“Yes, I’m eighteen,” he said watching her big tits freely jiggling under the shimmering gown as she stirred her drink.
Hal knew that most of the girls in school would jump at the chance to have a roll in the hay with him. But he found it more than a little titillating to imagine that a good-looking older woman like Mrs. Hawkins might want to sample his wares, too. Why else would she invite him over and then run around bare-footed in a gown that showed off her curves and left very little to the imagination. Then ask him if he wanted a drink…
“What would you like?” she asked him, finishing her drink and lifting it up to her full, lilac-shaded lips.
“Uh, whatever, whatever you’re having,” he smiled, laying his paper back down on the table.
“Well, I hope that you don’t mind me being forward,” she said as she made his drink, “but I’ve always thought that being forthright was the best way to go.”
“What do you mean?” he asked as she stepped out from behind the bar and strolled toward him.
“So,” she smiled at him as she stepped up in front of him and handed him his drink, “I have decided to award you the Piece de Excellence for your work this year.”
“Huh? Piece de Excellence? What’s that? I’ve never heard of it?” he muttered, taking his drink and taking a sip of the lilac-colored concoction. “Tastes good.”
“I’m glad you like it,” she smiled coyly, leaning back against the table again. “It’s my own little invention. I call it Lilac Lemonade.”
“Is the Piece de Excellence a school award?” he asked glancing down at the swell of her breasts then back to her face.
“No, and I’m glad that you’ve never heard of the Piece de Excellence. Because that means that the previous recipients have honored their vows.”
“Previous recipients? Vows? Uh, what are you talking about, Mrs. Hawkins?̶