Cum On My Face

The last few days before the holidays .Finally fast approaching summer holidays … I’d had enough of working behind the counter and see the same old faces who take the ham or turkey slices for the cat … Let’s say, however, all in is Charles that makes me laugh. Ah, sorry, I forgot to tell that Charles is my colleague from 7 months and he, from time to time, pull up my morale with a few words or a few jokes. Customers also appreciate very much his character! (Perhaps even more than mine).

Anyway, I decided to talk about my sexual experience I had with Charles, just a few days ago, while we were closing inside the store. Every weekend we have to wash everything from top to bottom. It was a few minutes past 20:30 and I, as usual, I had taken the job of washing the floor across the room and even behind in the warehouse; Charles, instead, is concerned about the counters and Keep all the fresh goods in the refrigerator, for storage. Completed its work, however, I realized that he was looking at me from behind while I was bent over out the towel, and his look, aimed right there at my ass!

So, without wasting time, has come in my direction, he made me get up without notice in no time, took me in arm and began to kiss me. There and then I was amazed and, indeed, I did not think even I could never please him, since he had never hinted something. He pulled down the shutter completly with the button, so that we could do it all without being discovered by anyone!

At that point, then, he has placed me on the metal table – the one wich I usually use to clean the hams – and made me lie, and spread straight legs. After that, he unbuttoned my jeans with force and pulled them down along with pants. I could not believe it … yet it was just happening: his face “fell” right between my legs and I immediately felt his hot tongue go in search of my clit while with his hands outstretched my pussy lips.

I jumped and started to feel a state of excitement right there: wanted that would increase the pace, that his face was even more crushed against me, but I could certainly grab his head … .I would have had the courage to do it; then, I raised my pelvis, and he knew instantly that I wanted even more and he put a finger in my pussy and began to suck my clit. The game was done … I began to breathe harder and harder, louder and louder, until I reached my orgasm! But now it was my turn, because it certainly would not end there!

Reached that point, he took off his shoes and climbed on the table, dropped his pants right there in front of me and I found myself with his big cock ready to be sucked! So, he came up with another hand to My face and pointed it at my mouth for me to swallow. I, therefore, I open my mouth like a cave and I shook his penis in my hands. So, I started to move my head back and forth, while i was playing with tongue to tickle the little hole on top of his chapel.

Gradually, I felt his cock getting bigger and bigger and the breath of Charles was heard more and more, within the walls of the warehouse. At some point, then, Charles placed his hands on my hair, and referred me to take more deeply his cock; almost choked me, but eventually I managed to swallow that dick like it was a calippo, a summer ice cream you eat and you want even more.

There, with his cock instead, the game was different, I was not satisfied of his pleasure … I wanted to hear his breath even stronger, to really understand that I had satisfiated, just as he had been able to do it with me. I had my pussy still burning and, at the very idea, I get wet and drizzling throughout the vagina and on the counter.After a minute, Charles, took out his dick on fire from my mouth and I sprayed almost the entire face with the cum that could hold his big balls. The sperm was much, so much so that I even poured down his neck. He, however, was kind enough to take then a paper towel that was placed a little further and wiped my eyes from all that precious that I found on the cheeks, on the eyes, the mouth and down my neck. After that, he was approached near the ear and asked me:-Are You tired or …

-No, I’m not tired

So, then, he made me lie down on the table completely took away my shoes and my pants completely; he has taken them off and thrown on the floor – so everything was clean – and then I was placed on and started to fuck me slowly at first and then more and more he increased the pace, putting even raised my pelvis, so that completely ruled the “route” of his cock in my pussy. I heard him out and in, let it out and let it in until then, voluntarily, missed the hole and placed the dick in front of my ass. At that point I thought, “No way! I’ve never done, it will be a mess! ”

Then, slowly, he began to focus his dick in the ass; I felt my hole widen more and more slowly, until my ass had swallowed inside. Once his cock was inside started playing there too, pulling it out and then putting it back in; but the game was not limited to that, in fact, alternating asshole with pussy and then it was even more exciting. Therefore, it continued to increase more and more the pace and then for the last beaten continued in my pussy, where he knew definitely that he would not hurt me.The last two thrusts were very loud and again, he cum across my face! It was a very special closing shop!


MILF Slut 1 (Introduction)

She is thirty-seven years old and a mother of two daughters. The youngest daughter recently turned sixteen and the oldest is nearly eighteen. Both girls are dating and there is no secret that they both are sexually active. That’s because of the open communication they’ve had with their parents about sex and both girls started birth control pills soon after they began menstruating.

Their mother, Sandy, is married to a fantastic man. He is rich, handsome, and muscular in all the right places. Andrew, her husband, is two years her senior. They married when she was just out of high school. She was a virgin when they married and was soon pregnant with Andrew’s baby.

Andrew treats her like a princess. She has the best clothes and jewelry, drives a BMW convertible and he takes great care to satisfy her in bed. Sandy also shows Andrew her deep affection for him in the bedroom. Whatever he wants, she gives him. If he is horny in the car on a long drive, she gives him a blowjob that keeps him happy and alert. They have experienced all of the sexual positions of Kama Sutra. He buys her sex toys and she delights in wearing the chain nipple clamps and do masturbation shows for him with her vibrator. In time, she learned to tolerate anal but if it makes Andrew happy, she was glad to do it.

They have even enjoyed light BDSM. Andrew loves binding her full, firm breasts that had increased in size after breast feeding their daughters. Sandy loves being his slave when he straps on a gag ball or covers her lovely face with a mask before he fucks her.

She just loves being Andrew’s slut wife and he adores her loving sexual charms. In short, they are hopelessly in love, the perfect couple.

Camelot always has a hidden blemish. As a stay at home mom, Sandy finds herself bored from time to time. This slowly wears away at her because she is introspective and subject to mild depression. She keeps remembering the Peggy Lee song her father would play when she was growing up, “Is That All There Is?” She asks herself, “Is a ‘perfect’ life all there is? What is an imperfect life like? Is it more to life being a risk taker than a mother and wife in a secure loving family?” These are the things she thinks about when she struggles with the same routines day in and day out.

One more thing tugs at Sandy’s consciousness. Sandy found herself wanting sex more and more often after her thirty-fifth birthday and she was even afraid she had become a nymphomaniac. Her best friend, Thelma, said the same thing was happening to her and it was natural. They agreed it had something to do with changing hormones and they were perfectly normal.

There are times when her friends talk about fights they’ve had with their husband or kids and some confessed they wished they were single. A few of her closest friends even admitted having fantasies and dreams of having an affair or being a whore screwing guys they picked up on the street. One of them actually admitted to having an affair with a man at work and said it was the most thrilling thing she had done in years.

Finally, Sandy decided perfection is overrated. So, Sandy decided to be more attentive when the girls got together at lunch or at the golf club and listen more closely to what was going on, especially the gossip.

One afternoon after a round of golf, the women sat at the bar with their favorite drinks spreading as much gossip as the group could conjure up, as long as it was quality gossip. The truth was secondary. It had to be dirty and salacious rumors. Sandy paid close attention. She hoped to unearth a hint of an idea to resolve the confusion and doubts that kept nagging her.

Her friends Betty and Phyllis were nearby and Sandy was listening in on their conversation. “Phyllis, I’m telling you the site is so sexy. I mean I was reading this story about a guy named Gino and it got me so horny. Luckily, George was watching football because I had to go to the bathroom and get some relief. You understand, right, Phyllis?”

“Absolutely. Was it on Lush Stories because I might have read the same story,” Betty replied.

“Yes, I love the stories there. They’re so hot and if you like looking at hard bodies and cocks, there are plenty there to see.”

Betty added, “I know. When I read “Gino,” my vibrator batteries ran out before I could finish.”

They both laughed.

Phyllis continued, “What I really loved about that ‘Gino’ story was that the women were local gals like us in an escort service. I’d never do that but it sure was fun imagining I was one of Gino’s ladies.”

Again, they chuckled and Sandy made a mental note of “Lush Stories” for future reference. Maybe eavesdropping was already paying off.

It took a few days before Sandy worked up the nerve to look for Lush Stories on the Internet. She decided to Google the name and it popped up with links like “Lesbian,” “Taboo,” and “Reluctance,” but the one she clicked on was “MILF.”

“Wow,” she thought, as some pictures of beautiful naked people appeared. Sandy kept looking over her shoulder checking to see if anyone was behind her and could see what she was doing. Already Sandy was feeling guilty.

The site had an interesting explanation for ‘MILF’ that interested her but before Sandy could continue, she had to register. There were some questions to answer and a screen name to identify her. She chose ‘MILF Slut’ because it might attract more attention than the plain vanilla name ‘Sandy’. However, she wrote little in her biography other than she was thirty-seven, married and had two daughters. ‘MILF Slut,’ as she called herself, made it clear she was in a loving committed marriage and was not looking for a lover or to Skype or even to chat. Of course she did not leave a picture on her avatar.

Once the profile was complete, Sandy searched for the “Gino” story. Much to her surprise, it was more pornographic than she had imagined and Sandy understood why her friends got so worked up over it. Actually, they were not alone in being stimulated by the story. She noticed her face was hot and flushed; her heart was pounding; and her heavy breathing were all the reasons for giving the story a five.

Every so often, Sandy kept looking to see if she was alone. Yes, she was by herself when she reached down to feel the wetness between her legs. There was another hour and a half for her to browse the stories before her daughters would come home from school. So in the next hour she read erotic poetry and two more stories, liberally fingering herself as she read.

Although time was getting short, Sandy was so aroused she simply had to do more about it. Making sure neither of her daughters were home yet, she slipped into the bathroom, pulled down her panties and sat with her legs wide open on the stool. It only took two or three minutes fucking herself with her dildo before having a warm and wondrous climax.

Sandy always left a small tuft of hair above her pussy lips but on this day she decided to shave it clean before Andrew came home. There was no particular reason for this except that she had plans for her husband when he got home. It would be a kind of surprise.

When Andrew arrived from work, the girls where home working on homework. As soon as he put down his briefcase, Sandy nearly attacked him with a deep tongue kiss. She helped him off with his jacket, grabbed him by the tie and dragged him to the bedroom. Pulling down his pants, she had his cock in her mouth in an instant.

“Wait,” he said. “Let me do the honor of undressing you properly and maybe you will let me take off my shoes.”

“Darling,” she said as he removed her clothes and stepped out of his underwear. “I need you so badly. It was like torture waiting for you to get here. I don’t need the foreplay. I just need your cock inside me.” With that she laid on the bed with her legs stretched far apart waiting for his manhood to fill her steamy cunt.

She didn’t wait long. Still wearing his shirt and tie, Andrew plowed into her and they fucked each other like eager teenagers. Andrew came inside her with powerful jets of cum and Sandy let out screams of desire with each of her several orgasms.

She said to him, “Stay here on top of me for awhile and don’t pull out. I just want to enjoy feeling you inside me for as long as possible.”

A knock on the door brought them back to reality when one of the daughters asked, “Mom, are you alright? We heard a scream.”

“Yes, dear, I’m fine. Your dad was just rubbing my back and he knows just the right places.”

“Fine. I get it,” the daughter said with a hint of a giggle in her voice.

Andrew then quietly remarked, “Sandy, there is something different about you.”

“Oh, you noticed I shaved my pussy.”

“Yes, I saw that, but I mean you are so horny and you were so wet inside. Then you let out those screams and I haven’t cum like that in years. I’ve never seen you like this before. You really turned me on. I love you, Sandy.”

“I love you too, Andrew.”

So things started to perk up for Sandy. Her doubts and fears were beginning to subside and she spent more time exploring Lush Stories. After reading a story, Sandy would go to the author’s profile to learn a little about the person and from time to time, drop them a note to express her thoughts about the piece she read.

This brought her replies and sometimes online erotic messages that she simply ignored. A few people sounded interesting and she wrote back but never with personal information. A few people asked to be ‘friends’ and she saw no harm in accepting.

Within a few weeks, Sandy had dozens of friends and was confident enough to submit a poem. The poem was a short reminiscence of the first time she had sexual intercourse with Andrew. It was mostly a love poem but included some erotic passages that she felt should be included to keep the readers’ attention.

Indeed Sandy’s poem was published and received ratings of fours and fives with several kind and supportive comments. This first experience motivated her to write a story. Sandy never thought of herself as an author but this story was so easy to write. The story was an evening in Paris with her husband only months after they were married.

She wrote about the city and the Eiffel Tower blinking like a Christmas tree at night. She told about sitting at a cafe on the Champs-Elysees sipping wine and people watching. Sandy described their boutique hotel as intimate and secluded with romantic French music coming from the plaza below their room. She gave every detail of the incredible sex she had with Andrew that night.

Sandy remembered that her first time with Andrew was more like a training session but by that night in Paris, she had learned to love having Andrew’s cock ram into her pussy. That memorable night in Paris didn’t end until dawn after they both enjoyed multiple orgasms and her vagina ran with his cum like the famous fountain in the Place de la Concorde. It came as no surprise when they returned home that the doctor told her she was pregnant with their first child. She was still a teen and just barely under nineteen.

Well, the story received rave reviews and were given nothing but fives. As people wrote in the comments, “A solid five!” and “Hot story, write more.”

The consequence was that she got much more attention from the Lush community. Erotic pictures began appearing on her wall. She found them to be fascinating and didn’t mind people posting them. Most of the pictures were from men who had admired her story and wanted to know more about her. The photos she liked best were those of young girls whose legs were wide open receiving a man’s hard cock. Not the ones where he had buried his dick all the way in, but those where it looked like he was just entering her pussy.

Sandy could not think of a reason that she was turned on by them and again she found herself analyzing her thinking. Erotic images are hard to analyze; they just happen and turn a person on for no obvious reason. Nevertheless, she continued to be Andrew’s whore in bed, more so than ever, and Andrew loved it.

The story also brought messages like, “I want to fuck you like your husband,” and “Do you want to be my MILF slut?” She quickly deleted all of the messages she found offensive and those were definitely offensive, she thought.

There was one man who claimed to be a Professor of French Classics and Comparative Literature who responded to her remarks about the French and her experiences in Paris. His name was Jacques Carter living in Atlanta . She found him interesting, intelligent, polite, and expressed himself well. She lived in nearby Marietta so they had two things in common, the French and their location. So, she responded with a rather lengthy message about the French culture, especially commenting on the long lunch breaks in France.

Jacques wrote back explaining how socialism works in France and that it is a scheme by shop owners to keep their employees’ work hours under the government cap. Sandy was fascinated by the idea because she had read that small business owners in the United States were doing the same thing since Obamacare.

Their online conversation continued for a couple of weeks eventually progressing into more personal information but the Professor never pried or asked for inappropriate information. Sandy never offered anything about her sex life or her personal doubts or fantasies. It was all very platonic.

Professor Carter mentioned he was visiting a friend in Marietta and wondered if she would like to accompany him for lunch. Sandy wasn’t busy that day and decided, what the heck, lunch with an older man would be safe and she enjoyed his manner. So, lunch at the Olive Garden just outside of Marietta proper was arranged.

The Naughty Babysitter

The market place was bathed in sunshine as Claire trundled her suitcase behind her. She pushed the heavy glass door to the Starbucks, and surveyed the choice of drinks behind the counter. Claire had just completed her first semester and was looking forward to meeting up with some of her friends and making the most of the summer.

As she was ordering her coffee, she received a call from her Mum, who she thought, had just returned home from a holiday in Cyprus with her Dad.

“Hi Mum.”

“Darling, where are you?”

“In Starbucks. I’ll be there in a bit. Is everything okay?”

“That’s the thing. We’re not there.”


“The airline staff are all on a 24 hour strike and with the backlog, we won’t be home till Sunday night.”

“Oh no! Where you going to stay?”

“We’re all right, darling, but what about you?”

“Oh, I’ll sort something out. Someone’ll be home.”

“OK, but let me know. Honestly, you and keys. You need to hang ‘em round your neck.”

“I know. What am I like?! Sorry, Mum, I’ve got to go, I’m paying for a coffee.”

“All right, I’ll let you go, but let me know you’re sorted.”

“I will, bye Mum and say hello to Dad.”

“Yes, bye!”

Claire took her coffee to a table by the window. She had looked forward to seeing her folks and now she was lumbered with having to find a friend to stay with. She looked through the contacts on her phone when there was a tap on her arm.


Claire turned round quickly to see an attractive young woman with long, dark hair greeting her. The woman’s face was etched with anticipation.

For a second or two Claire was at a loss and then the penny dropped.

“Oh my God! Tanya!”

Claire jumped up and gave the woman a huge hug.

“I can’t believe it, I thought you’d moved abroad,” said Claire, holding Tanya’s hand affectionately.

“I did. But now I’m back. You must be… nineteen now?”

“I’m still eighteen. I’m like the baby of my circle.”

“Awww. I’ve got my drink over there.”

“I’ll join you,” said Claire, excitedly.

“No, you’ve got your luggage, I’ll come over to you.”

Claire had completely forgotten about her task of finding somewhere to stay for two nights and just wanted to catch up with her old friend. She had been just nine when she last saw Tanya and then Tanya’s father had landed a job overseas. Claire had changed quite a bit in the intervening years, but something in her mannerisms, must have left a mark on Tanya’s subconscious.

“I’m just trying to work out how long it’s been,” said Claire.

“Well, I’m twenty five now, so it must be nine years!”

“Nine years! Wow!”

“I know. How’s Patricia and Dan?”

“Oh they’re fine. They’ve just finished… oh shit!”

“Ha ha what?”

“Their flight got cancelled. They’re in Cyprus. I’ve got to find somewhere to stay.”

“Oh poor you!”

“I know, I could have managed for a couple of days and everything, but I lost my key!”

“You can stay with me!”


“Yes, I’m only just the other side of Westfield Park.”

“Well if it’s okay, it would be great!”

“Consider it sorted, Claire Bear.”

“Ha ha ha, not heard that for years!”

“Nine years, in fact!”

“Ha yeah!”

Suddenly, Claire’s day had been transformed from a minor crisis into a mini holiday and she felt relaxed and amazingly happy to have been reacquainted with Tanya after all those years. It was odd, seeing her as a woman. Her last memory was going to the cinema with Tanya and Tanya’s Mum. That felt like a life time ago. It was like it was Tanya, but not Tanya.

“You’ve changed loads,” said Claire.

“In a good way, I hope!”

“Of course in a good way. Have I changed?”

“Well yes. I mean you look older, but you’re the same old Claire. I was like ninety nine percent sure it was you, but those hazel eyes were the give away.”

“Awww thanks. I can’t believe I’ve met up with you after all this time!”

“I know, it’s fate, it must be. Whatever, I’m glad. I’ve got a million and one things to ask you!” exclaimed Tanya.

“Me too. I was always asking the questions when I was younger.”

“You were a chatterbox, you mean!”

“I know. They were fun times!”

The world came and went, as Tanya and Claire exchanged reminiscences. Tanya occupied such a fond place in Claire’s memory. Someone whom she looked up to. She was the cooler, older girl who always had time for Claire and her childish observations and rubbish jokes.

“Eh, do you remember that gale?” asked Tanya, recalling a particularly eventful time from their past.

“Oh yeah! I was terrified. Like the house was going to blow down or something.”

“I know. My room was on the top floor then. It was a bit scary when I got home.”

“I think I cried,” admitted Claire.

“I think you did. I was a bit scared too, but I was meant to be the grown up.”

“Ha ha, yeah I guess. And that time you made the toaster blow up!”

“Well who has toast at bed time. I forgot!”

“It was funny!”

“You say that now, but I didn’t think your Mum and Dad would let me look after you again!”

“Ah no, you were the best. They knew that. It was never the same when you went.”

“Awww Claire.”

“They never found anyone to replace you, really. I went to my Nan’s and stuff but they just didn’t go out, mainly.”

Tanya looked pleased and beamed with pride, but laid it on, which made Claire giggle.

For the first time, Claire allowed herself to take stock of Tanya, who was in a denim skirt and black pantyhose. Her top was a white cotton vest and she had quite ample, shapely boobs. Claire was herself not overly developed in that department but was satisfied with her B cup, as they were nice and up-tilted.

Tanya’s brown eyes and sense of humour were the most resounding features in Claire’s memory. Her brown hair though, looked a lot longer than she remembered.

“Are you working?” asked Claire.

“Yes, I’m based at the university. I’m the head librarian.”

“Ah that’s good. I’m reading English.”

“Yes, you were always good at English, Claire.”

“I was okay.”

“Anyway, if you’re good, we can go to mine. I made some pasta last night. There’s tons left.” Tanya stood up, slipping her arm through the handle of her handbag.

“Yeah, that sounds amazing,” agreed Claire.

The two friends headed out into the warm afternoon sun and crossed the town square, to where Tanya had parked. On the way to Tanya’s place, Claire’s mind was a jumble of thoughts and memories. On those evenings when Claire’s parents were out on the town or whatever, she and Tanya had formed an important bond. Their memories were inconsequential, in the scheme of things, but to Claire, those two years, when she was eight and nine, were an important period in her childhood. It was like having a big sister once or twice a month. The age gap meant that in reality, they had little in common at the time, but to Claire, Tanya was precious.

Nine years later, the age difference had been swallowed up by Claire’s adulthood and time had equalized them to a degree. Life experience aside, they were now two young women and their conversation was not limited to Claire’s narrow view of the world. Tanya’s relative maturity and her faux teenage wisdom had been left behind and was now part of their history.

Tanya pulled up at her house and parked on the small tarmac drive way, which was bordered on one side by wall flowers and the odd, stray dandelion. There was a postage stamp lawn between the drive and the house.

“How long have you lived here?” asked Claire.

“About six or seven months.”

Both girls lifted her suitcase over the doorstep with a heave.

“What you got in here? The kitchen sink.”

“Just my stuff and there’s one or two books.”

“You’ve brought your studies on holiday?”

“I just enjoy it. I read a lot.”

Tanya raised an eyebrow.

“I’ll show you around. The spare room is a bit of a tip, but it’s decorated. My Mum sleeps in there when she’s over.”

“Okay, I’m sure it’s fine. It’s really kind of you to put me up, Tanya.”

“That’s all right, it’s my pleasure.”

Tanya had her first good look at Claire, who was in her baggy grey T shirt and black leggings, which were on the see-through side, meaning her white panties were showing through. To compensate for what she lacked in buxomness, Claire made up for in other ways and Tanya silently admired her pert, round butt.

Claire followed Tanya up the stairs, when it was her turn to look at the older girl’s legs and bum.

“Bathroom and shower in there and that’s your room.”

Claire peered into the bathroom cursorily and then went into the spare room.

“Oh this is okay!”

“It’s a bit of a dump,” admitted Tanya.

“No, it’s fine. It’s bigger than my room at uni.”

“Well, that’s not saying much!”

“Ha ha yes. I’ll undo my case and just bring up my stuff as I need it, if that’s all right.”

“Yeah, whatever. I’ll let you unwind. You must be done in, after your journey.”

“Actually, I might have a snooze. It’s lovely in here.” Claire sat on the bed and bounced up and down.

“You do that. Just yell if you need anything.”

“Thanks, I will.”

Claire drew the curtains, to bring a cooling, sleepy atmosphere to the room and soon nodded off. It was one of those long, refreshing naps, which recharge the batteries.

She opened her eyes and hour or so later to find that Tanya and laid a few of her things on the linen chest, along with fresh towels. Claire was full of appreciation for the hospitality and thoughtfulness of her friend as she picked up a fluffy pink towel and rubbed it against her face. She was comforted by the sweet, posy-like softener and walked through to the bathroom for a shower. She undressed and fiddled with the hose and temperature controls but was unable to get the water to change from a weak, tepid dribble.

“Oh… ummm. TANYA!”

A few seconds later Tanya came trotting up the stairs, and Claire picked up her towel and half-heartedly wrapped it around her body.

“Is it the water? I should have said. You have to adjust them both together like this.”

As Tanya adjusted the wheel and lever, the water came at full force, shooting hot water at Claire who squealed and stumbled, just supporting herself on the sink. At the same time, her abrupt movement caused her towel to fall away. As Tanya secured the shower head, she looked at Claire and gazed over her perfect young body. Her breasts were small but impossibly pert with succulent areolae. Her slim waist and toned tummy, led Tanya’s eyes to Claire’s neatly trimmed pubes and her protruding inner lips. It only lasted a matter of seconds, but Tanya smiled nervously and Claire looked away, embarrassed and gathering up her towel.

“Anyway, it’s all sorted now. Just twist that.”

“OK, thank you, Tanya.”

Tanya looked round as she closed the door and got a glimpse of Claire’s unblemished, peachy ass, as the younger girl stepped into the shower.

Claire was soon enjoying her soapy shower and rinsed the lather away, now used to the fiddly shower and had got the force just right force. She aimed the water at her girlie bits and began to enjoy herself, when her thoughts returned to Tanya. She stopped and wondered what she was doing, masturbating with Tanya in her mind. Tanya must have seen plenty of girls naked, like she had herself. At the uni and at the gym it was normal, so why did she sense that Tanya had ‘noticed’ her? Claire had no particular hang-ups over nudity, but it had felt odd suddenly baring herself unexpectedly to Tanya. A combination of respect and diffidence meant that she had guarded against parading around the bathroom in the nude when Tanya had appeared, even though she knew she had nothing to hide, really

The heat of the day had waned and the sun played hide and seek with the fluffy white clouds, which hung in the western horizon when Claire joined Tanya in her kitchen. Claire had put on a crimson top and light blue jeggings, her hair damp and tousled this way and that. Tanya was blitzing some fruit in a blender and was dropping pieces of banana down the tube when Claire appeared.

“I was just making a smoothie, would you like some?”

“A smoothie would be amazing, thanks. Tanya?”


“Ummm… nothing, it’s okay. I forgot.”

Tanya gave a little laugh, but had an idea that Claire had something on her mind.

“Were the smellies to your satisfaction?” Asked Tanya.

“Oh yes, perfect, ta.”

“Good. There you go, one raspberry, blueberry and banana smoothie.”

“Ooh amazing, thanks.”

The two girls stood face to face in the kitchen, straws in mouth, enjoying the cool, refreshing mixture. Claire found herself studying her friend, whose ample breasts created shapely mounds under her white vest. She wondered what Tanya’s breasts were like. They were so much bigger than her own and imagined herself touching them through Tanya’s top, just to satisfy her curiosity.

“Hmmm… the blueberries come through, don’t you think?” observed Tanya. But Claire’s mind was elsewhere.



“The blueberries!”

“What about them!”

“Are you okay?”

“Yes. No. Tanya, can I ask you a question?”

“Yeah, sure.”

“I don’t know if I should be asking you this, Tanya but, if you think about another girl, you know in that way, does that make you a lesbian?”

Tanya turned, in case she showed a reaction and busied herself, pretending to fiddle with the blender. She hadn’t expected this and she needed a second or two to gather her thoughts.

“Does thinking about girls, make you a lesbian?” Tanya reiterated. Well, it might do, but not definitely. It all depends.”


“Everyone has thoughts like that from time to time, it’s being bi-curious, probably.”

“Yes. It’s not that I hate guys or anything. I just… I don’t know, I feel happy with girls and sometimes I think… about things.”

In some ways, Tanya was honoured that Claire should choose her to open up to about such things. It was like she was being called upon once again to be the authoritative older girl. It was a role not easily shaken off. Nine years ago, Tanya knew everything, even if she had sometimes made it up. But as it happened, this was a subject upon which she could speak with some authority. Tanya’s own sexuality was not something she was ashamed of, but she was suddenly very conscious of it. A preference for girls was something she had been aware of for years. After a couple of brief relationships with guys, she had met a similarly inclined woman at a party and found the sex more fulfilling than she could have imagined. Talking to Claire about sexual matters was a bit tricky, but they were both grown up now, and it wouldn’t be right to fob her off.

“It’s normal to be curious,” she said. “I take it that you never acted upon your feelings?”

“No, never. The thing is, I only dated this one guy. His name was Stuart, when I was seventeen. He was okay, but when he kissed me, I didn’t enjoy it and he wanted to do stuff, but I wasn’t ready.”

Tanya listened, intently.

“But then there was a party, at uni. It was a fresher’s thing, and these two girls were kissing and I thought it was really hot!” Claire giggled nervously.

“But you didn’t get to kiss a girl?”

“Another girl? No. But I… I don’t know. Anyway, sorry for asking…”

“It’s okay, Claire.”

Tanya reached out and stroked Claire’s arm, reassuringly. Claire was worried that she had created a scene, making herself look silly. Sensing this, Tanya hugged her young friend, warmly. As they un-hugged Tanya looked at Claire. Her eyes were glassy and full of emotion. For a second they stood so close that Tanya could feel Claire’s breathing. It was one of those times when words were redundant as the girls were lost in their thoughts, embracing the silence. Claire reached out and touched Tanya’s hand. Slowly and tentatively they edged closer together, until their lips were almost touching. Then they kissed.

Claire held Tanya’s hand more tightly and pulled her closer with the other and responded, instinctively pressing her tongue into Tanya’s mouth.

Tanya was the first to break the clinch.


“What happened there?” said Claire.

“I’m sorry, Claire.”

“Are you? You’re sorry you kissed me?”

“No. I don’t mean that. ”

“Can we do it again?”

“Claire, I…”

“I keep thinking about your boobs.”

“Eh?” said Tanya, completely thrown off course.

The words had left Claire’s lips before she had chance to engage her brain, but it was too late to take them back.

“Ever since we met, I noticed your boobs and I never wanted to touch another girl’s boobs so much. But then I thought it’s you, and how can I even think that with Tanya. I mean it’s just wrong and now I’m just mixed up!”

“Claire, slow down, it’s all right.”

“I’m sorry. I’m being stupid.”

“No you’re not. Let’s go in there and sort this out.”

Claire smiled sweetly and they both went into Tanya’s living room. Tanya sat down with one leg bent under the other. Claire plonked herself next to Tanya and sat a little stiffly. Tanya spoke soothingly and brushed Claire’s hair with the back of her hand.

“Relax, Claire. Let’s just rewind a little and tell me what’s on your mind.”

“I don’t know. It’s hard to know where to start.”


“I have these fantasies. When I was in the shower…”

“We all fantasise in the shower, darling.”

“…I thought about you. I started to think about what it would be like if… you had been there. But that’s wrong, isn’t it?”

“Wrong? No, it’s not wrong, Claire.”


“I understand, darling.”

“You do?”

“Yes. The thing is, I have those feelings.”

“I thought you were into guys!”

“Not really. They’re all right, but I prefer girls.”

“Oh. I didn’t realise. Have you slept with a girl?”

“Of course I have. I’ve not had any long relationships or anything, I like my independence.”

“How many girls have you been with?”

“A few. four in total.”

“Wow! That’s amazing!”

“It is, actually.”

Claire looked away because she could feel her face blushing slightly.

“So now you know,” said Tanya, nudging Claire with her elbow.

Claire’s face a multitude of emotions and Tanya could tell she was looking for the right thing to say.

“Is it better now that’s off your chest,” said Tanya. Tanya placed her hand on top of Claire’s, and then she brushed the hair away from her young friend’s face.

“Come on missy,” what’s up?

“I just wished things were different!” said Claire.

“What do you mean? What things?” Tanya stroked Claire’s arm as she spoke.

“You and me.”

“Oh I see! But that was then and this is now,” said Tanya with feeling.

Claire nodded slowly, as she comprehend the point. Tanya smiled and gently stroked Claire’s arm, sending a rash of goose bumps along her skin. She traced her fingers gradually upwards until she reached her shoulder and revolved her hand making circles on Claire’s top, just below her neck.

“That’s nice,” said Claire, with a shudder.”

“How do you feel, now?” asked Tanya.

“I feel relaxed and happy and you know, nice.”

“You don’t mind me touching you?”

Claire blinked and shook her head.

“I like it. It’s soothing.”

Tanya allowed her hand to wander slowly over Claire’s top, following the ridge of her clavicle and then making a move due south. Tanya looked into Claire’s eyes as her hand brushed her breast. Claire hadn’t put on a bra after her shower and let out a soft gasp as Tanya gently caressed her boobs through her thin top. Her nipples were becoming erect and she gazed back into Tanya’s eyes, conveying her pleasure at the same time.

“This isn’t how Stuart touched you, is it?”

“No… no, he just groped me. This is different.”

“Would you like to touch me?”

“Yes! Your boobs are so lovely.”

“I think it would be a lot better if we weren’t wearing these,” said Tanya, grabbing the hem of her top.

Claire’s eyes were trained on Tanya, as the older girl pulled her vest over her head. Tanya had a fulsome bust and ample cleavage. She took Claire’s hand, and guided it to her breasts and stroked Claire’s fingers between the soft crevice of her tits. Claire licked her lips as the soft flesh surrounded her fingers. She loved the lacy texture of Tanya’s bra and the contrast with her breasts. Claire continued to stroke the soft mounds of cleavage as Tanya reached behind her back and un-clipped the brassiere. Her boobs bounced into view. She had firm, erect nipples that were shaped like a baby’s teat.

“Aaah they’re so beautiful!”

“Thank you, Claire.”

Claire weighed Tanya’s boobs in her hands before kneading her fingers into the flesh. They quivered between her hands, as the younger girl squished them together.

“Let’s get your top off, so I can see those lovely boobs again,” said Tanya.

Claire started at the word ‘again’ realising that this wasn’t like the impromptu flash of earlier, but a purposeful, sexual display of her breasts. After stripping off her top, Tanya cupped Claire’s breasts one at a time, squeezing the flesh, so that her nipples ‘oozed’ between her fingers like two big juicy cherries. Claire closed her eyes and breathed deeply as her body tingled with pleasure.

“You have lovely tits, Claire.” Tanya sighed, fondling her young friend’s breasts, lovingly.

“They’re small.”

“They’re not that small, darling.”

Tanya sat up and pressed herself against Claire, so that their breasts rubbed together. Then she squeezed them together and teased her nipples against Claire’s, drawing a murmur of delight from her young friend. Being now so close, the playful sexiness of their boob play intensified as Tanya looked into Claire’s eyes, running her fingers through her long, brown hair. The decision to kiss was instinctive and mutual. But this time it was deeper and more passionate. Tanya’s hands slid down as they kissed, until they came to rest on Claire’s bottom. Her tongue was searching Claire’s mouth, licking the inside of her lips – biting and nibbling as Claire probed Tanya’s mouth with her own tongue.

The unusual feelings that Claire had begun to experience were now settling into a wonderful, constant hum of pleasure. The more she kissed Tanya and the more Tanya touched her, the better it became. They remained, kneeling on the sofa, Claire contented to do whatever the older girl wished, submitting to her touches and her and kisses. Tanya’s lips began a journey down Claire’s body, in tiny steps, each one ending with a kiss. From her shoulder she moved down her side, occasionally pausing to lick her taut, smooth stomach.

Tanya’s lips were like butterflies, dancing across Claire’s skin. Inch by inch, Tanya used all her experience to pleasure and tease the young girl. Claire had a flutter in her stomach when eventually, Tanya closed her lips around Claire’s juicy nipples. Claire sighed deeply and emitted a long mew of pleasure as she discovered the sensitivity and ecstasy of having another girl sucking her breasts. Her left hand strayed between her legs, where the gusset had become warm and sticky with her juices.

Tanya pushed Claire back into the sofa and sat astride her waist, pushing her boobs into Claire’s face. Claire’s tongue rolled along the silky flesh underneath Tanya’s nipples. Tanya swayed from side to side, brushing her nipples across Claire’s lips, playfully, urging her to suck them. Claire suckled on Tanya’s boobs alternately, filling her mouth with tit as she fondled the other.

After a pleasurable session on the sofa, Tanya stood up and held out a hand.

“Let’s go upstairs, Claire and get really cosy.”

Claire stood up, taking Tanya’s hand and the older girl led the way to the main bedroom. Tanya unzipped her skirt as they kissed in the doorway. She ran her hands over Claire’s leggings, feeling her pert behind – digging her fingers into her bum. As Tanya’s skirt slipped to the floor, Claire reciprocated, sliding her hands over the smooth pantyhose, which clad her friend’s legs and bum.

Tanya guided Claire to the bed and helped her off with her skin tight jeggings. As they were peeled of, Tanya had a perfect view of Claire’s pussy. It was deliciously pink and juicy. Tanya knelt on the bed and parted Claire’s legs, stroking the inside of her thighs at the same time.

“Such a pretty pussy.”

“Do you think so,” said Claire.

“Hmmm… I do!”

Tanya took the elasticated top of her pantyhose and rolled them down. Her pussy was neatly shaved into a narrow landing strip of dark pubic hair. Her crack was neat and richly pink. Claire gazed at Tanya’s body as the older girl made a V with her fingers, framing her own pussy, squeezing the labia together, teasingly. Claire touched herself at the same time, her fingers sliding between her moist slit, upwards towards her sensitive little clitoris. Tanya shuffled closer to her friend and then lay beside her. They kissed again and as they did so, Tanya’s left hand strayed down Claire’s body, her fingers tip-toeing along her stomach and down to her treasure trove. Her hand met Claire’s and at first she followed her friend’s movements but then gradually her fingers went further until Claire withdrew and Tanya’s fingers entered her sweet pussy.

Tanya worked her fingers round and round, stroking and massaging simultaneously. Claire’s pussy was wet and glistening, as Tanya parted the lips with her fingers. Dragging her fingers up Claire’s pubic mound, she lifted the hood revealing Claire’s sexy little love button. Tanya slithered down the bed, trailing her hands along Claire’s body, until she lay flat on her belly between the young girl’s legs.

Claire shivered, whining through her fingers as her pussy was being nuzzled by Tanya. Tanya’s tongue was lapping the full length of Claire’s pussy, parting her sweet petals, delving into the sweetness and giving Claire the complete treatment. Tanya’s thumb vibrated against Claire’s clitty as she licked, pleasuring Claire in every way and drawing long, urgent moans from the young girl. The older girl used all her experience to satisfy Claire’s desires – to open her eyes to the wonders of lesbian love.

She sped up the stimulation of Claire’s clit, stroking and slapping her as she licked and stroked her friend’s pussy with her tongue. Claire was gasping and moaning, her body trembling as Tanya continued in the same rhythm. Claire gripped the headboard behind the bed. Tanya was giving her sensations that she never knew were possible. Her young pussy was so wet, the juices beginning to flow towards her anus as Tanya took her to and beyond the throes of her teen orgasm. Claire came with her cries of pleasure uncontrollable- her whole body shaking feverishly where she lay.


Tanya lay next to Claire and they kissed tenderly, their hands clasped together.

“Was that good, Claire?”

“It was beautiful and incredible.”

“It was my pleasure, honey. You can return the favour, later if you like. But only if you wish.”

“No, I want to. “Tanya?”

“Yes, darling?”

“Thank you for being you.”

“Awww Claire, you’re such a sweetie.”

Tanya cuddled her friend, getting as close as possible.

“Do you want to go for a walk later?” suggested Tanya.

“Hmmm… when we’ve laid here for a bit.”

“OK, just as you like.”


Claire said her farewells on the Sunday, holding back the tears, as Tanya dropped her outside her Mum’s house.

“We can keep in touch?!”

“You bet we can!” said Tanya.

“I don’t want to lose you now I’ve found you again!” Claire smiled broadly, wiping away a tear.

“We’ll always be friends, Claire, you and me. But be happy and go get that pussy at uni!”

“Ha ha I will!”

“Be sure to let me know all the details though!”

Claire chuckled.

“Yeah, I will – promise.”

“Okay, enjoy your holiday, darling.”

“Thank you.”

Claire got out of the car and waved, as her friend drove off. Then she walked up the neat, rose-bordered driveway, trundling her suitcase behind her and knocked on the door

Crystal & Tiffany

My parents divorced two years ago when I was sixteen. I wasn’t surprised or upset, I was just annoyed that they decided to do it two days before my birthday. My mom decided to move to Florida, where she was born and raised, and I decided to stay here in California until I finished my highschool education. I missed my mom, though I would never tell her that. I live with my dad in the house I grew up in. Living with him is basically like living on my own. It would be perfect if it wasn’t for Tiffany. Tiffany was my dad’s girlfriend. My dad was nearing fifty, whereas she was twenty-three. I absolutely despise her and I don’t understand why my dad needs a bimbo who’s half his age.

My dad owns a car dealership in Orange County. We aren’t millionaires but we do own a lot of money. The first time I met Tiffany I knew I would hate her. She was tall and thin, yet curvy in all the right places. She had large C cup breasts, long straight bleached blonde hair and big plump lips. I was so envious. She was everything I wanted to be. I knew I was hot but she was fucking sexy. I had the whole Megan Fox thing going on. Long dark hair, bright blue eyes and a curvy tanned body. I hated Tiffany. Now that my dad had proposed to her a week ago it meant I would be seeing more of her. I couldn’t deal with seeing her round ass in Juicy sweats walking around the house. She often sleeps over which leads me to getting no sleep. My dad’s room is next to mine and I can hear her riding him and screaming, “fuck me like the whore I am.” Sometimes I listen to music to drown it out. Other times I touch myself pretending it’s some hot couple in the room next to me and not my dad and that tramp. Now I was face to face with Tiffany in my bedroom.

“What do you want?” I demanded angrily as I threw my phone on the ground. “Dad’s in Arizona,” I reminded her

“I know,” she said cooly, obviously used to my tantrums. “Crystal, I’m going to be your step mom soon. It’s time we start getting along.” She tucked her long blonde hair behind her ear and placed her hand on her hip. I looked her up and down. She looked flawless in that short red dress she wore and matching red heels. The dress clung to her curves, making her hips look wider and her breasts look bigger and plumper. She obviously wore no bra since her nipples were erect in my air conditioned room.

“No. I want you to leave. Everyone knows you’re only with daddy for his money!” I snapped back.

“Crystal, how about we go get Mani Pedis done?” she suggested as she checked her phone nervously.

“No,” I replied flatly. “I’m moving out as soon as you move in. Do you think I like hearing you fake your moans while fucking my daddy in the middle of the night?”

She turned, tired. “I love Derek very much Crystal …” She was about to continue her sentence when her phone buzzed. She looked at it and turned pale.

“Look at me when you’re talking to me!” I shouted. Annoyed, I snatched her phone away from her as she shrieked and begged me not to. It was too late, I had seen the picture. “You’re cheating on daddy,” I said with a laugh, almost relieved.

“No, it isn’t what it looks like,” she claimed as she snatched her phone back.

“Looks like a picture of you sucking another man’s dick. Don’t even lie its old! We all know you dyed your hair blond after you met my daddy.”

She clenched her jaw and glared at me. “What do you want Crystal? Money, booze, clothes … anything to not tell Derek.”

I grinned. I was enjoying this. “I don’t know Tiffany.”

“You fucking spoilt brat!” she spat out. “You should be lucky that I’m gonna be your step mom!”

I looked her up and down, taking my sweet ass time this time. I looked at her toned legs, her flat tummy and her beautiful, big titties spilling out of her dress. I realized I wasn’t angry at her. I was angry at my dad because he got her. I was jealous of him. I wanted Crystal. I was lusting after her. “Fuck me,” I said in a clear, loud voice.

“What?” she said as she nervously licked her lips, even though I knew she clearly heard me. I took a step closer to her, my breasts almost touching hers.

“Fuck my slutty little cunt or I will tell Daddy.”

Her eyes widened. She looked excited and scared. “Seriously crystal?” she asked.

I nodded and put my hand on her cheek. “Fuck me like a whore,” I whispered back. Before she could reply I kissed her.

I got goose bumps and my heart began pounding in my chest as I tasted her bubble gum lipgloss. She was frozen and my hands which were cupping her face, now explored her body. Tiffany responded, kissing me back passionately. She put one hand on the back of my neck and her other hand grabbed a handful of ass. I took both my hands and squeezed her tits. She let out a moan of pleasure. I moved backwards and she followed. I hit the edge of my bed and fell backwards and she climbed on top of me. Our tongues made love to each other. I felt like if I didn’t stop kissing her, the world would explode, but I didn’t give a fuck.

She pulled back and in one quick motion whipped her dress off and tossed it on the ground. She was naked, not even wearing panties. She started to take her heels off but I told her to keep them on. Something about a girl wearing nothing but heels just gets me going! She helped me out of my clothes, ripping off my tank top and bra, taking longer on purpose to remove my shorts and thong just to tease me. She kissed my neck. I moaned gently. My pussy was dripping. I needed her in me so bad. I couldn’t speak, I was too deep in pleasure. “P-pussy,” I choked out, in gasps. She smirked as she kissed my tummy, trailing kisses all the way down to my pussy. I felt her tongue on my clit and I nearly screamed. She sucked my pussy, her tongue swirling in circles on my bud. She inserted two fingers inside me and moans escaped my mouth as she began pumping in and out of me.

“You filthy, dirty slut. You like that huh? You like it?” I nodded as she climbed on top of me and kissed me, making me taste my juices. I licked myself off her lips and her chin, before she went back in between my legs, her tongue doing wonders. I grunted and I groaned, her fingers crooked inside me and at that moment I screamed in pleasure as tears rolled down my cheeks, Tiffany hit my G spot.

“Tiffany….yes, faster baby … please.” Tiffany began pumping faster, her other hand clawing into my ass cheek.

“Cum for me Crystal, you naughty girl! Cum for me you slut!” I arched my back, ready to meet her command, her tongue flicked my bud.

I moaned as I grabbed the back of her head firmly. “Tiffany,” I moaned as I grabbed a fistful of her hair. “You’re so good baby .. ah fuck.”

“Let me drink you up! You naughty girl, I’m gonna marry your daddy just so I can come fuck you every night!”

That was enough to send me over the edge and burst. I came and she drank me up thirstily, slurping and licking my juices. She climbed back up. Her body was slick with sweat and her hair was matted to her forehead. I was panting and my heart still racing as she straddled me. I felt her wet pussy on my mound. She kissed me deeply and passionately, as if she had waited her whole life for this moment. She began kissing my neck. My hand found its way to her swollen, dripping wet pussy and I felt slight metal. She’d had her clit pierced. I slipped a finger into her cunt and she moaned. I whispered, “welcome to the family, Tiffany.”

On Your Kness (Cocksucker)

I recently ran an ad in a Swingers Magazine advertising myself as a cocksucker looking for preferably straight or bi guys looking for a no reciprocation blowjob. You’re allowed to post phone numbers in the ad so I posted my cell phone to see what kind of response I might get.

Monday afternoon my cell phone rang at work. I got a call from a guy named Paul that said that he and a buddy both wanted a blowjob. It sounded good to me so I asked, “When do you want it to happen?”

He said, “Come over to my place and suck my cock and when you’re finished with me I’ll give you directions to his place.”

We set up a meeting. I left work and made the forty five minute drive in rush hour traffic to the Paul’s house. He answered the door in his boxers and with half an erection. I went in, he closed and locked the door and I followed him to the living room. Turning to face me, he put his hands on hips and said, “Do your thing cocksucker.”

Going to my knees, I hooked my thumbs in the waistband and slid his boxers down to his ankles. As Paul stepped out of them, he grabbed my head and guided me to his cock. Opening my mouth, I engulfed him. As my lips clamped down on his shaft he moaned, “Uuuuuuuummmm,” and got an immediate erection.

It was what I would describe as very suck able seven inch with a beautiful almost purple plum shaped head.

Fingers twisted almost cruelly in my hair, Paul started slowly and methodically fucking my mouth. “Oh yeah cocksucker, suck my cock,” he moaned as he shoved it in all the way to his balls. With my nose pressed into his curly black pubic hairs, he said, “oh yeah, you got my whole dick in your mouth cocksucker.”

I felt his body give a little shudder and he started fucking my mouth as he kept telling me what a good little cocksucker I was.

Then Paul pulled my mouth off his cock and he looked down at me and said, “You’re gonna suck another cock soon cocksucker, my buddy is gonna flood your mouth with more straight cum, cocksucker.” Laughing, he pushed me back on his cock. He started hurriedly fucking my mouth, the head bumping the back of my throat on the down stroke. I managed to breathe on the outstroke as best I could but now he was getting harder and I felt his head get swollen as Paul let out a deep breath and said, “Here it comes cocksucker.” Like an explosion I felt the first blast of cum and then another as he said, “Swallow it cocksucker.” As I gulped and swallowed as Paul shot his thick gobs. When he said, “show me the cum,” I managed to save a mouthful. When he pulled out I looked up at him and trying to not spill any gently opened my mouth. He said, “Oh fuck, as I slowly swallowed and let it slide down my throat. He said, “Dude I love fucking your cocksucker mouth.”

I looked up and said, “Thank you for allowing me to suck your cock.”

Reaching down, Paul grinned, stroked my hair and said, “You’re welcome cocksucker.”

With me still on my knees between his outstretched legs, Paul picked up his cell phone and dialled the other guy. When the guy answered Paul said, “I’m finished with the cocksucker, he’s all yours.” I assume the guy said Ok because Paul looked down at me and said, “Let me give you directions to your next blowjob cocksucker.” Then he gave me directions and said, “Call me when you’re finished cocksucker and tell me how you made out.”

I got up off my knees, washed my face and left with an address and phone number for the next blow job.

Paul, the guy I’d just sucked off was in West Palm Beach and his friend Hank was in Boynton Beach which was on my way back to my place in Boca so it was cool I was headed back home. I was sort nervous and excited at the same time knowing I that was going to be sucking a guy off that was a referral. Supposedly, Hank had never had his dick sucked by a guy.

It took about fifteen minutes and then I got lost in the complex and had to call the guy to give me better directions to his apartment but I finally found it. His place was on the second floor, end unit on the corner.

I climbed the stairs and lightly knocked on the door. Getting no answer I knocked again a little louder. And like the first time with Paul my heart was pounding in my chest with anxiety hoping this guy Hank was going to be ok. I heard the door unlocking and the door opened and there stood a guy that was hotter than I expected. Of course its personal taste about what we all find hot but to me this guy was hot. He was about five foot ten and was a real thin one hundred forty five to one hundred fifty pounds with dark brown eyes and his head was shaved real short, not bald but real short. He was probably twenty fiveish and was wearing black shorts and a t-shirt.

He looked me right in the eyes with a sultry cocky smirk and said, “Come on in cocksucker.” I went in and he locked the door and led me in to his living room where he had straight porn on his TV playing. He said, “My buddy Paul says you suck real good dick, 

As he adjusted his cock in his shorts and I said, “Guess you’ll have to be the judge.”

He stood with his hands on his hips and said, “I’m ready cocksucker, get on your knees and suck me.”

Obediently I dropped to my knees as he walked towards me. As he stood with his hands on his hips I reached for the button on his shorts, unbuttoned it and slowly lowered his zipper. As I pulled down his shorts I noticed Hank seemed to be shaking a little and a bit nervous himself. When his shorts down around his ankles, Hank stepped out of them. then I lowered his boxers and he stepped out of them too. Then he pulled off his t-shirt and tossed it on a nearby chair.

Hank said, “I want to sit down for my blowjob cocksucker,” as he sat on the couch and spread his legs. He was soft and had a nice bush around his cock and nice hanging balls that looked really full.

I lowered my face between his legs and gently licked the head of his cock. He jerked and let out a faint, “Aaaaaah,” as I proceeded to slowly wrap my lips around the head of his soft cock and started to slowly suck. I quickly felt him starting to stir and felt him start swelling and stiffening. He got hard pretty quick, growing to a nice seven inches or so. And he had a nice mushroom head with one of those real wide open pee-holes. .

Once Hank was hard I deep throated him all the way down to his balls. As my lips pressed into his pubic hair he let out an, “Ooohhhh yes you fucking cocksucker that feels sooo good.” Backing off back to the head, went back down taking him so deep that I felt the head of his cock pushing into my throat. He must have been enjoying it because he was moaning, “Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, as I slowly and steadily bobbed my mouth up and down his thick shaft, deep throat him on every down stroke.

He moaned and let out a couple of contented, “Ahhhhhh, Ahhhhhh, ahhhhhh, as I continued sucking him. He was really getting init and saying, “Oh yeah, man suck my fuck’en dick you cocksucker.”

Then to my surprise and delight he said, “Slow down cocksucker. I don’t want to blow my load yet. Your mouth feels too good.”

Slowing down, I asked, “May I lick your balls?”

And he said, “Go for it cocksucker.”

Moving my face lower, I took each cum swollen ball in my mouth and gently sucking it. As I was giving them a nice tongue washing Hank moaned, “Oh yes,” and then said, “Get back on my dick, . I want to feel your pussy mouth.”

As I took Hank’s cock back in my, as he called it, pussy mouth, I decided it was time for my reward. I deep throated him and started bobbing up and down at a more rapid pace. Caught up in the action I started slobbering and making a lot of sucking noise and moaning like I was in heaven with his cock in my mouth.

Unable to help himself, Hank started breathing heavier and moaning, “Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh.” Then as I felt his body tensing up he started shuddering and let out a gasp and moaned, “Oh fuck, I’m cummmmmming, cumming, I’m Cumming in your fuck’en  mouth.” Then he kind of thrust his hips forward and I felt a warm blast of powerful heavy cum splatter the back of my mouth.

His cock swelled up even bigger and started flexing in my mouth as he shot real thick long streams of cum in my mouth. My mouth flooded, I swallowed as fast as I could so as to not miss a drop. Moaning as if he was in pain, Hank was going, “aahhh …aahhh …aahhh …aahhh …aahhh,” as he shot gobs and gobs of cum in my mouth. Finally wailing, “Eat it, . Eat my cum cocksucker.”

He slowly subsided but let me keep his cock in my mouth as he deflated. My cheeks were puffy when I pulled off his cock and looked at him. Looking back, he asked, “Is your mouth full of cum cocksucker?” When I nodded yes, he said, “Lemme see it.”

I opened my mouth slowly to show him his cum and then closed before any leaked out. I savored the salty taste of his thick warm cum in my mouth for a couple of more minutes. Then mesmerized, he stared as I slowly tilted my head back and made a big gulping sound as I let his cum slide down my throat. Awed, he said, , did you swallowed all that cum?”

Smiling I said, “Yes.”

Almost unbelieving, Hank asked, “You like eating my cum 

And I answered, “Yes,” and also said, “Thank you for allowing me the privilege of sucking your hot cock and swallowing all your cum.”

He looked a little shocked for a minute and then said, “That’s cool cocksucker. Maybe we can do it again soon. I could use a good cocksucker like you to eat my cum like a pussy.” As he started dressing Hank said, “Ok thanks. You’re as good as Paul said you were.” Then he led me to the door and I left. On the drive home I could still taste his cum.

The end…

Give Me Some Face Action

baby, I know you’re pissed
because I didn’t do any of the dishes
or cleaned the house like I told you I would

but please don’t deny me your body
when I have a hard dick like this
you look too damn good
and I just want to ravish the fuck out of you

all I’m getting is excuses
like how you have cramps
and you don’t want to take it in the ass
because it hurts so bad

that’s alright, I understand
but if you can at least
get on your knees
I won’t even make you use your mouth

i’m no stranger
to self pleasure
but if you would be so kind
to pucker your lips
and give me those innocent eyes

oh yeah, that’s it baby
you got me so fucking hot
It’s so hard baby
I wish it was up your cunt
Oh…auuguh…fuck!!! yeah

will you look at that
I came so much
you look like a glazed donut