The superb rock-hard, yet sensitive penis meeting its passionate
equal in the exquisitely soft and sensitive, gloriously
seductive, warm and lusciously moist cave of love, the female
vagina. For more than twenty minutes this dance of life
continued, the participating couple oblivious the everything, but
each other, and the amazing activities of their bodies, no longer
in their control. All they could do was cling to each other in
rapture. His arms strongly encircled her lovely body, drawing it
closer and closer while she reached out to enfold him.
Desperately seeking to be one she arched her beautiful shapely
legs around his back alternatingly nearly crushing Jim and
relieving the tension. All breathing and motion meshed together
as one unit. Sandy and Jim were one in the eyes of all. The
only deviation from the erotic rhythm of their pumping bodies was
the ever so slow increase in pulse.

The turgid and unyielding shaft, mistakenly interpreting the
pause as submission, elatedly with his conquest, stopped his
stubborn laboring. For a brief second he retraced his path
toward the outside world again, but before completely removing
himself, once again began his relentless fight for home.

Frantically she tried to extricate herself from the weight of Jim
and the pinioning effect of the monstrous steel rod, the ruby red
head firmly lodged in place. Her desperate struggles were easily
contained by the advantage of position and weight and with each
movement to free herself of the rigid pole pulsing with blood and
lust the stark penis seemed to creep in slightly. A cry of rage
and dismay nearly escaped Sandy lovely lips, but a hastily place,
yet passionate, kiss muffled any further outcry.

This was not what she had wanted or expected, yet there was no
pain. A friendly and kindly path had been prescribed. Her
honey-juices, so amiably and free flowing minutes ago, did not
seem to wish to subside. A strange feeling, nearly released
twice before, moments ago, seemed to be taking over her body.
Not only was she being forcibly raped by a friend, but her body
was giving up the fight. Inch by inch the magnificent stallion
of a phallus surged forward to the task at hand as her muffled
gasps became quieter and less violent.

As the waves passed, a huge sign of relief escaped Sandy’s lips.
“God, that was good.” But before she could say more, Jim slipped
down and stuck his nose into Sandy’s moist, warm crotch. “Come
up here,” she said and tried to pull him back. But he was not to
be dissuaded. Skillfully his adroit tongue sought out the
blossom of release again. Her admonishments to join her were
abruptly curtailed when his sensitive wet tongue settled on her
clitoris again. As he delicately danced all around the passion
stalk occasionally darting up to the tip, then to retreat,
Sandy’s passion steadily boiled inside of her.

“I won’t stop. But you may start.” Her hand, not needed to
allay his advances, fell limply. Not missing a stroke on her
clit, he gentle picked up her hand and placed it over his bulging
crotch. Her hand stayed there for what seemed like minutes.
Whether it was trepidation or fear of the unknown or whether it
was just the rapture at what was taking place in her body, we
will never know nor care, but her hand remained motionless.

Apparently assuming that Jim would be satisfied with this she
reengaged him in another passionate kiss. After a seemingly long
time, but only a few moments, Jim’s, by now, expert hand gentle
crept up to the waste band elastic on Sandy’s panties and gentle
pulled them down.

As Sandy broke free again to prevent a further invasion, Jim
grabbed her with both arms again and rolled her over on top of
him. As she struggled to regain her balance he quickly hoisted
her skirt up to waste level and deftly lowered her panties in
practically the same motion. By the time she knew what had
happened, he again rolled her back to the seat. She could not
reach her panties to get them back, so she had to limit herself
to trying to extract herself from under Jim again. This just
allowed Jim’s hand to again search out the tempting warm spot
between Sandy’s legs.

“No, Jim. You can’t do that.” “Yes, Sandy, I can. You cannot
do anything about it, except enjoy it. There is no room in this
car to do anything, but explore, so don’t worry.” “I…I don’t
think we should.” “All right, just a few brief moments. It
won’t hurt.”

Gradually, Sandy’s grip on Jim’s arms faded. Her arms fell to
her side as she passionately absorbed this energy.

A sudden spasm in Sandy’s back caused the both to start. “I
can’t stay in this position, Jim,” she said. He raised himself
off of her allowing her to sit back in the seat. Her further
words, “Maybe, we had better…,” were muffled by his mouth again
as he planted another long deep kiss on her full cherry lips.
Her arms then went around Jim’s shoulders. He held her slim
waist.

Gradually her snuggled closer to her. Her loose, flowing dress
allowed him to force his knees between her legs and apart a
little ways. The bulging mass between his legs desperately
searching for a safe haven.

Finally the kiss became too much. As they broke to allow the
breath of life to return, he slid down, quickly unbuttoning her
blouse. She was slow to recover and did not realize his actions
were more than a clumsy attempt to paw her breasts. Before she
knew it he had slipped open her blouse and had cupped each
luscious breast in his hands. His fingers searching for the
crown of beauty atop each lovely full breast. Her nipples were
unashamedly reaching out for him. As she tried to reach up to
grab his arms he slipped his hands underneath her bra and lifted
it above her full, ripe breasts. She clutched his wrists in
desperation and pulled them down, but this only allowed him to
firmly set his hot passionate mouth on one crown.

But she would not have the chance. The kiss became even more
passionate as his warm wet tongue forced its way between her
passionate lips. They circled around her glisteningly smooth
pearly teeth, hastening this way and that. They snaked along her
teeth into her cheek searching this way and that. The suggestive
nature was not lost on Sandy, nor was Jim’s desperateness. She
made the mistake of trying to speak and as her mouth opened, his
probing tongue entered unobstructed. “This is where I belong,”
it seemed to say. It hungrily searched out her tongue and
entangled himself with her’s.

As their tongues played gaily like little children Sandy became
acutely aware of what Jim had been noticing for a long time. She
was stretched nearly prone along the seat of the car and he was
covering her full length. The relative positions of their bodies
was nearly as a couple in the act of intercourse. The not
unpleasant increasing pressure from him on her loins was not lost
on her either.

With that he pulled her to him. The gear shift was decidedly in
the way, but he slid past it. Desperately he sought her lips.
“Sandy, I am going to kiss you and you cannot stop me. I have
longed to kiss you, but I have not wanted violence. But if I
must force you I will.”

Sandy had slid down in the seat trying to get away, but it only
allowed Jim to use his weight to hold her. His arms were now
firmly around her, pinning her upper arms to her side. As his
face came near to her, she turned her face away from him. “No!
Don’t, Jim.”

“Sandy! Look at me!” She stopped and turned her head. She
looked up at Jim with fear and anguish in her eyes, “I can’t let
you do it. I can’t live with it. Suppose someone comes by?”
“Sandy, I love you. Those things matter to me, but I do love
you, dearly. I have tried to express my love for you with
things, with notes, with spoken words. You acknowledge the fact
like it is a notice on the 6 o’clock news. ‘Interesting, but it
has nothing to do with me.’ Well, it does!”

With that he bent down and kissed her. She struggled to break
free, but he held her in a vise grip. Violently twisting her
face away she practically screamed, “This isn’t fair! Let me
go.” “No, Sandy, I have wanted to hold you close to me and kiss
you for longer than you could imagine. I shall not let this
moment pass.”
He reached up and held her face, twisting it around so he could
look deeply into her lusciously fierce blue eyes. “Sandy, I love
you, so very much I love you.” And he kissed her again.

After the trash was picked up they both sat back and looked at
each other. “Would that it was the way it was,” noted Sandy with
down-cast eyes.

Their relationship essentially ended on Black Tuesday, a day to
be forgotten, but to them will forever live. True after a few
weeks they had gotten up the nerve to have a platonic lunch and
once enjoyed a brief outing to the Wonder Bread Outlet store.
You say, “What?!” But the significance was not the location, but
the fact that they were alone together. That was like the first
unaided step to a paraplegic. This time they decided they could
handle a real lunch together.

Most of the rest of Sandy was in Jim’s imagination. True he had
seen hints of her supple, sensual figure through her cloths, but
only what they allowed to be seen. She was not the wearer of
tight, revealing outfits, but neither did they hide the exquisite
rise of her tempting breasts, delightfully rounded derriere and
elegantly formed legs. Jim ached to explore what he could only
imagine.

But Jim was most struck by Sandy’s face. She was, simply and
truthfully, gorgeous. Her lovely face was surrounded by a soft
halo of warm brown locks, recently cut short emphasizing the
radiant charm of her lovely face. Her deep blue eyes sparked
with ever glance sending daggers of passion everywhere. A
perfect puckish, yet sexy, nose guarded the most beautiful, full
and voluptuous lips ever created. When not smiling, a seldom
thing, they still spoke of passionate things to come, but when
they smiled, ah, heaven. A warm smile from Sandy could raise an
army of impotents to never before achieved heights. Everyone
fell under the charm of this beauty. She was seldom alone.

She was delightfully proportioned, not thin and not

The drive to the marina is only about half an hour, but seems to take
forever. We even have a few near misses when my attention drifts from
the road’s hazards to your charms, but we eventually arrive safely to
find my uncle’s boat right where he promised it would be. It starts
up on the first try, powerful engine roaring, and we skim out over the
water, leaving a trail of churned white foam behind us.

Soon we are out on the open sea, bouncing across the waves. Here,
where there is nothing to hit, I’m paying more attention to you than
to the boat. You are teasingly shifting in the seat to make your
skirt slide higher up your thighs, and leaning over to examine the
dashboard, not incidentally giving me glimpses of your tanned tits
sliding inside your blouse. All of this is giving me a monumental
hard-on, a detail that has not escaped your notice. We spend the
entire hour making each other hotter and hotter without a single
touch. By the time we reach the secluded cove on the back side of
Catalina, both of us are fantastically horny.

I run the boat up to the shore, and help you out – not missing the
chance to caress your soft breast and give the stiff nipple a quick
squeeze. Handing you the blanket, I grab the paper bag and ice chest
that hold our provisions, and we walk up the shore several yards to a
grassy little area overhung by shady trees. You spread out the
blanket and barely have it on the ground before I am holding you
tightly, my hands squeezing your bottom, my groin rubbing against your
belly, and my mouth locked to yours, tounges writhing and twisting
together. Our embrace lasts for several minutes, just holding each
other close and kissing hotly. Finally I raise my head and say,
“Shall we eat?”

Our clothes drop off quickly – I actually pop the button off my shorts
in my haste to get them off. We hold each other again, enjoying the
sensation of skin against skin. My cock is trapped between our
bodies, and you can feel it throbbing against you. I move gently
against you, feeling your soft breasts crushed against my chest, the
hard nipples standing out like bullets. I lift you in my arms,
carrying you across the grass to the blanket, where I lay you down.
Reaching into the ice chest, I pull out a glass and a bottle of
champagne.

I hand you the filled glass, and with a wide smile kneel between your
legs with the bottle. I hold it over your smooth crotch and begin
pouring a slow trickle down, licking it up as it runs through your
pussy. The combination of the champagne and your own juice is
delicious, and I lap rapidly at your cunt trying to catch it all. You
are feeling incredible sensations, as the champagne tickles your
sensitive pussy and I voraciously lick you. The champagne in your
glass is not going to waste – dipping your fingers in it, you rub it
on your nipples, which are quickly becoming as hot as your crotch. I
begin concentrating on your erect little clit, and the pleasure grows.
You know that orgasm is not far away.

Then I abruptly set the bottle down and reach for the chest again,
this time pulling out a bunch of grapes. Leaning back over you, I
lick quickly at one champagne-flavored nipple and exchange a kiss
before moving back down between your legs. Spreading and stroking
your cunt, I begin pushing the grapes inside, one by one. Finally,
they are all inside, and once again I place my mouth over your crotch,
sucking them out. As each pops out and into my mouth, new shivers of
excitement shoot through you, culminating at last in a raging,
explosive climax that almost lifts you off the blanket. Lying back
gasping for breath, you look down at my head, still buried between
your thighs.

“C’mon, I’m hungry too” you say softly as you sit up and I roll over
to take your place on the ground. My cock stands up straight, stiff
and hard, as you bring out the condiments – chocolate sauce, whipped
cream, and a cherry for the top. Soon my crotch is a mound of
chocolate and whipped cream, the cherry balanced precariously atop my
rigid cock. You waste no time in lapping up the sweet mixture, my
shaft quivering with each stroke of your tongue. A steady stream of
fluid is trickling from the swollen red head, and you lick it off,
swirling your tongue around and around the cherry still miraculously
balanced on top. Finally you slip me into your mouth, and after only
a few moments in that hot wet grip, my cock lets loose, shooting it’s
own special sauce into your throat.

Looking down at your chocolate-smeared face next to my still half-hard
rod, I fumble behind me in the bag to see if there is anything left in
our supplies. I find what I am looking for, and gently draw you up
next to me. Sliding down, tracing a trail over your body with my
tongue, I lie down again between your legs and taste your pussy. If
anything, it is wetter than before, and a slight taste of the
champagne remains. But then I take the bananna that I am holding in
my hand, and begin rubbing it up and down along the length of your
slit. You moan with pleasure, and reach down to hold your cuntlips
open, showing me your hot pink hole. The bananna slides in easily,
and you gasp as it twists inside you. Leaving it buried inside, I
lick and nibble your clit for several minutes before pulling it out
again with my teeth, eating it as it emerges from you.

When it is gone, your body is hotter than you can ever remember it
being. You are desperate to come, your body straining for climax.
Your fingers are rubbing and digging at your clit, and you beg me to
make you come. “We’re out of banannas – I guess this will have to do”
I chuckle, and shove my hard cock all the way inside you. Your scream
and my shout at the sensation emerge at the same time, and for a
moment I hold still inside you while we enjoy it. Then I roll
sideways and pull you close, our sweaty bodies sliding together as my
cock slides in and out of your quivering pussy. Our hands are roaming
over each others’ bodies, stroking, squeezing, caressing, and we are
kissing hotly, trying to devour each other with our lips and tongues.
Your climax is first, even more violent than the last, and as your
body shakes and quivers my release is triggered. For long moments we
are held in ecstasy, rolling and bucking on the ground together.

We finally catch our breath, and lean together against a tree, you
sitting with your back to me between my spread legs, with my arms
around your waist and hands idly stroking your belly. You turn your
head and laugh as you say “Hey, you want to go into town and get
something to eat?”

Peggy and I have been happily married for eight years. Fortunately
I have been somewhat successful in business and this has afforded
us some of life luxuries. We own a condo on the beach and since my
work involves a lot of travel I became a licenced pilot and
purchased a 4 place single engine airplane.

Peggy spends much of her time at the country club playing golf and
tennis and working out in the gym. She maintains her all over tan
year round at the clubs tanning booths. She has a beautiful face
surrounded by her medium length blond hair and has always enjoyed
teasing men, showing her beauty and by the way men look at her.

Like most couples we have sexual fantasies involving other people.
These fantasies mostly involved Peggy having sex with other men
and we have even discussed who it could be. I especially wanted to
watch Peggy to have sex with a complete stranger. Someone who
neither of us knew or would likely ever meet again. We of course
would meet this individual in another town and would not exchange
names making future meetings unlikely.

Like most fantasies I felt this was not likely to ever happen but
it gave us a lot of excitement talking about it. I did encourage
her to enjoy sex with other men she became attracted to os long as
she told me the details of her encounters.

On this occasion Peggy took advantage of her sexual freedom. It
all began with a chance encounter with a man who she had dated
briefly while in college. She had slept with this man on their
first date and continued to have sex with him throughout her
senior year. Her college friend had been in town on business and
had been invited to our club by his business acquaintance. He saw
Peggy leaving the tennis courts and invited her to have a drink
with him. She accepted his offer.

After catching each other up on the lost years their talk turned
to their college days. He mentioned how he remembered those days.
The two of them making love in her dorm room and in the back seat
of his car. Peggy laughed and told him that she had not had sex in
the back seat of a car since then. He teased her by asking if she
wanted to try it once more for old times sake. Peggy replied that
it would be nice but not in the back seat o a car. “Where then?”
he asked. Knowing I had encouraged her and was out of town and
wouldn’t be late she offered “Well, I don’t have a dorm room now,
but I do have a bedroom.” The two walked out of the club to their
cars where Peggy’s friend followed her home.

That night I arrived home about 11:30. Peggy was watching TV in a
sexy black nighty. “I’ve got a surprise for you tonight.” she
said. I noticed she was not wearing panties. “Bet I know what it
is.” I replied. “You’ll get that too but that’s not the surprise.”
she said. I quickly thought of important dates, it wasn’t our
anniversary. Not anyone’s birthday I could think of. “I give. What
is it?” I asked. Giving me a peck on the lips she answered.
“You’ll just have to wait until you shower and come to bed.” Peggy
started for our upstairs bedroom. Our sex life had always been
great so when Peggy said she had a surprise for me in our bed I
became excited and very curious.

I bolted for the stairs removing my shirt along the way. Passing
Peggy near the top of the stairs I said. “Just keep it warm, wet
and ready. I’ll be showered in no time.” “Its dripping wet now and
so hot it’ll burn you.” Peggy giggled.

I quickly showered and dried. Entering the bedroom I saw Peggy had
dimmed the lights and had opened a bottle of champagne. My cock
was standing tall as I got between the sheets, ready for my
surprise. I jumped as my leg and ass lay against a large wet place
in the bed “Geez, honey. What did you do spill something in the
bed?” “No, Why do you ask?” she was teasing me now. “Well someone
spilt something here and since you’re the only one here…”
Stopping my sentence Peggy said still teasing “Well it’s true I’m
the only one here now but someone else could have been here.
Anyway, that wetness is more of a leak than a spill.”

My mind raced trying to imagine what Peggy was taking about. The
image of Peggy fucking someone in our bed passed before my eyes
but I was sure it couldn’t be that. “What do you mean by it’s more
like a leak?” I asked. “Well,” Peggy began “you know how you have
been wanting me to fuck someone else.” “You mean…” “Yes. Yes, I
did it. I fucked another man right where you’re laying and the
wetness is his cum that leaked out of me. In fact it’s still
leaking out if you care to check.”

Suddenly I became super excited. Visions of my wife laying under
another man, her ass arching up to meet his downward thrust. “You
mean you really did it. You really fucked someone else right
here?” I said excitedly as I maneuvered myself between Peggy’s
thighs. “Yes I did it. I really did it and it was fantastic.” she
said.

As my face buried into the silky wetness of my wife’s pussy I
pleaded. “Tell me about it. Tell me everything.” I knew she was
being truthful now. Peggy’s pussy was super wet and I could taste
the unmistakable taste of a man’s cum. “You eat and I’ll tell you
everything.”

Peggy began telling me of her afternoon. She told me of her chance
meeting at the club and how she had invited her friend to our
house and into our bed. She said that as they undressed each other
she had taken him into her mouth. She said she had almost
forgotten how thick his cock was. He was still uncircumcised and
was so excited that he shot his first load in less than two
minutes. Peggy said that he had so much cum and that it was so
thick that she couldn’t swallow fast enough and some of the thick
white semen had leaked down her chin and onto her boobs. Her
friend leaned down and took her boob into his mouth, cleaning her
boob of his own cum. They then embraced and kissed as they lay
back on the bed.

Her friend continued to kiss her breast and finger her pussy as
they kissed and caressed each other. Soon he was between her legs,
his tongue flicking her clit then darting inside her pussy. Peggy
said he would almost bring her to a climax then change his rhythm.
Sometimes his tongue would find her ass and slowly trace around
and across the opening.

Peggy loved a rim job and I knew she must have been super hot by
her old friends actions. With his tongue back to her pussy he
brought her to an explosive orgasm. She told me that she was sure
our neighbors heard her screams of pleasure. His cock, erect
again, he had climbed on top of my wife. Sinking his manhood into
her wetness the two of them fucked for what Peggy described as
hours.

I’m sure it wasn’t that long but she did tell me they had changed
positions several times. Sometimes with her on top fucking him.
Sometimes in dog fashion, his cock slamming into her depths. Peggy
had several orgasms before her friend sent his second load of cum
deep into her. He had been on top of her when he came and she said
this is when most of the bed wetting happened.

Peggy said that both of them were so exhausted from fucking that
they had fallen asleep with his cock still inside her.

It was already dark when she was awakened by her friend. His cock
was once again hard and he was slowly fucking her. Their rhythm
quickened as both came fully awake and more excited. Peggy told me
of how he had fucked her pussy then her ass then back to her pussy
before cumming inside her pussy again.

She said it was almost eleven before they finished fucking. She
had tried to get him to stay the night so I could watch her fuck
him but she said he was too nervous to stay.

Peggy had two orgasms as I ate her pussy and she told me of her
encounter. My own cock had spent itself on the bed but had
remained hard. I climbed on top of her and sank my cock into her
pussy. Still tremendously excited by sloppy seconds I exploded
within a minute. As we lay still. My cock still inside her, she
said. “Ummm. My pussy feels great. Sore but great. Three hot loads
of cum inside me. Three hot loads still filling my pussy and one
huge load in my belly feels great.”

My cock was stirring again. I kissed her passionately as I began
to pump my cock into her pussy. Peggy was meeting my thrust with
her own. Soon it would be four hot loads inside her.

“Lady? Find the Lady?”

“No.”

“Three chances to find the Lady, lady. Double your money. Little money
down.”

“No.” I’m still standing there. He’s reaching up. The cracks in
his fingers are black, his fingers are yellow. Filth-yellow.
Gray-yellow. Dirtier than money. I put money in them, smooth money too
old to rustle. It’s gone like that. He’s all business, now, he doesn’t
smile.

“Three cards, lady.” He lays them out. “Which one’s the Lady?
Which one’s the Queen of Joy?”

I point, not with my hand. My small foot, five white piggies,
crushed to a point, points at the middle card. My blue shoe, my blue-green
office shoe points for me. It matches my scarf, my bag.

“No, lady, not the deuce, we want to find the the Lady. Show me
my pretty Lady, I know I lost her somewhere here.”

I haven’t looked, my eyes are just above his head, it could be any
card. He doesn’t have to cheat to fool me. I point again, twitch to the
left.

“No, my lady, we want something softer than diamonds. Not the
seven. Find the Lady. Try, lady.”

I look. He’s looking back. His lost eyes only show their
blackness, white and iris gone in folds of old skin. He’s sweating, same
as me, same as everyone, water glinting in his ruined cheeks, his neck.
He’s not all that old. Maybe forty? Less?

“I guess it must be the third card. That one.”

“You, lose, lady, not there, not that one. So much for double
your money. Too bad. Thought you were a lucky lady.”

I’m still standing there. I wanted to see her. He shuffles up
the cards, glances up the street, forgets me.

“I want to play again.”

“How’s that?”

“I’ll play again.” I hold out money. “Three chances. Double my
money. I’ll play.”

“Tell you what.” The money’s gone. “I like you, lady. Why don’t
I show you where she lives.”

Impossible to look at that face, or look away. Gray, street color,
and the inside of the mouth like a wound, like a flayed thing. The wet
stone eyes again, lost, unreachable; broken, unfixable. And the body.
Squat, smashed. The fat, blunt fingers, clever at small things, tricky.
The swollen legs and shapeless trunk.

“I like you, lady.”

“Show me the Queen.”

It doesn’t surprise me. The instant before, I know exactly what I
asked for, what I’m getting, and his hand is on my shin. My leg jerks,
but not away. His fingers are like smooth wood. They catch on my panty
hose. He strokes, lightly.

“There’s the Lady. There’s the Queen.”

My own face twists. Water breaks from my eyes like glass chips.
What could make me want this? What, ever? There are people in the
street, am I this lost? Am I this far from safety, from
cleanness, white sheets? I hope he will reach higher. I hope his thick
thumb finds my dirty, wrinkled part. I hope he presses softly in, past the
labia’s weak protest, deep. My shoulders shake, desperate, and I gasp and
choke. He strokes, still gentle, up, under my pretty skirt’s stiff rim.

“That’s my pretty Queen of Joy.”

Desperate, I stare up the street. If one face sees me I will
become sane, will know I am being groped by a bum and lose myself in
disgust. But no one looks. I realise I am completely safe. No decent
eye will see this ugliness of the street. By this mad act I have
become the city’s filth, as invisible as my starving attacker. He tugs
down my cotton panties, twiddles with my hair. I could dare to moan. I
moan. The louder I am, the deafer the walkers become. Only prurient tourists
hear. I sink to my knees, and he finds the open place. Filth. His
fingernail leaves traces of contagion in my softest flesh. Vile. He
slides all the way out, shows me a bunch of three fingers, shoves that in.

He has his own cock out now, and his stroke with himself is
faster, more casual than with me. It looks exactly like the last cock I
saw, dark-headed, small, twisting a little away from him. I am so full now
that I feel my body is half his. His fingers move independently inside me,
rubbing against each other like a clutch of brother snakes. Then the
fourth slides in. Its nail catches, a little stab. My teeth grind, the
water on my face is half tears, half spittle. I cry out as if for
childbirth or death.

After I come I stay, with him inside me. I watch him, and he
looks down at himself, at the site of his own pleasure. He leaves his
hand sunk in me, moving a little, and pumps up and down on himself. I
look. I want to see this act when desire is finished. I try to know
exactly what grossness I have done. I try to relearn disgust. I can’t.
When his semen flies, two drops land on my skirt. I touch one. His cries
are strained and quiet, and he slumps against the grey wall, then looks up
at me. Now he smiles, and, God, I see his browning, narrow teeth.

“You’re quite a lady, Lady.”

He takes his hand out of me, but I still don’t stand for a while.
I raise the hand that touched his semen to my mouth. My damp hand
shakes. No one walks past. Though no one looked at us, still we have
cleared the street. I struggle up, survey the ruin of my hose.

“Well, Lady, I sure hope to see you. Hey?”

I go. I leave my purse. My face is wet and red, my feet stagger.
I try smiling at a girl I pass. Terrified eyes flick away. Good.
The invisibility’s still working. I’m inhuman for the duration. The sun
hits my body, the stink of trash fills my lungs, and I walk faster and
faster. At the corner I turn, and I must know this street but it looks
different. I put my head down and watch my blue-green shoes click on the
pavement. I turn another way, half run, half drag. I can’t say where I’m
headed. How could I possibly go back to work? How could I possibly hope
to find home?

My work often took me out for several days away from home
and on this particular time I was headed out for what I
thought to be a two day trip. When I got to the area I got
a motel room and then headed out to the work location. I
worked a long day pulling soil samples around some old oil
wells and got in well after dark. I was just about to shut
off the light and go to sleep when the phone rang and a guy
named Brian called and said he was from the oil company and
that he was coming out in the morning to see how the job was
going. I said that was fine with me, although normally
these company men just slow me down with questions and
nitpicking about the job. But I thought if the guy would
pitch in an help we might get done faster and get home
sooner.

Brian showed up at my room about 7:00 having driven for 2
hours. This was already half an hour past my starting time
so I was a little irked from the very start. But as it
turned out Brian seemed to be a friendly guy and I decided
to give him the benefit of the doubt. We grabbed a quick
breakfast and headed for the field. Brian jumped right in,
helping me dig and bag the samples, which made me feel even
better about having him along. We talked about a lot of
things and found that we had a lot of things in common. We
were both married, we had common interests, and we were
about the same age. He told me that he enjoyed coming out
to the field like this because he didn’t get to do it very
often. He liked the out-doors and he told me a lot of
interesting history about the area that we were working in.

About mid-afternoon we looked off to the west and saw some
dark looking clouds rolling up on the horizon. Brian
mentioned that we better hurry or we might get caught in a
rainstorm. We doubled our efforts and bagged up the last
sample just as the first raindrops began to fall. As I
headed the pickup back toward town the rain really started
to come down and the dark clouds made the night come on
sooner than normal. The road was normally hard packed clay
but now it was turning into a slimey, sloppy mess. I did
pretty well for a while but suddenly the pickup took a mind
of it’s own and started sliding all over the road and veered
into the shallow ditch. I gunned it to get back up on the
road but all I could do was spin and slide. It was miles to
town and there wasn’t a farm or ranch house within sight.
We both got out in the rain and started gathering sticks and
branches to put under the wheels to gain some traction. We
worked for several hours and _finally_ got the truck back up
on the road and headed to town.

We were both soaking wet, muddy, and cold as we pulled into
town. Brian said he didn’t want to drive home that night
and decided to get a room. But when he went into the motel
he found that all the rooms were taken with hunters. It was
the fall antelope hunting season and the town’s only motel
was packed. Brian said that he’d probably just drive home
but I told him that I had two beds in my room and that he
shouldn’t take off this late in the storm. He reluctantly
agreed.

Neither of us had fresh clothes so we decided to grab a
burger at a drive up and just hit the sack since both of us
were exhausted from digging out the pickup. On our way back
to the motel Brian spotted drive up liquor store and
directed me to stop. He ordered a fifth of Old Number 7 and
grinned and said, “This should warm us up.”

Back at the motel we quickly gulped down the burgers and I
headed for the shower. We were both cold and wanted to get
out those soaking clothes. When I got out of the shower I
wrapped a towel around me and was going to jump right into
bed. Brian was standing outside the door in his wet
skivies. He stuck a motel glass half full of Kentucky
whiskey in my hand and proceeded to drink his in two big
gulps. I could see that he was cold because he was
shivering. I laughed and swallowed mine. This reminded me
of my college days when we used to do crazy things on a
whim. Brian poured me another shot and then headed for the
shower. I had no clothes to put on but suddenly I didn’t
want to go to bed. I grabbed a blanket from the bed and
wrapped up in it while I sipped my whiskey and waited for
Brian to finish showering.

He soon emerged from the bathroom with a towel around his
waist. He followed my lead and grabbed a blanket off the
other bed and wrapped it around himself. We sat there
sipping and talking for quite a while until we both began to
loose the chill from the cold, wet day. Talk turned to our
wives and then women in general. We talked about some of
the wild women we had known in college and then, as often
happens when men are drinking, to some of our sexual
exploits. I was beginning to feel the booze now and I was
also starting to warm up. I was lying on my side and
propped up on my elbow. The blanket was pushed down off my
upper body and covered me only from the waist down. Brian
lay in a similar manner on the other bed. As we talked I
noticed that he kept glancing down at my groin area and I
suddenly realized that I had my hand under the blanket
rubbing my dick. I was embarassed and tried to brush it
off with a joke.
“I guess I’ll have to go in the bathroom later and take care
of that,” I said. “Too bad Momma’s not here to take care of
it for me,” meaning my wife,
Brian must have seen my embarassment and said, “That’s ok,
I’ve caught myself rubbing mine several times too. All this
sex talk is making both of us horny,” he said.

Then he laughed and said, “It would be kind of silly for us
to take turns going into the bathroom to jerk off.”

The thought of that made me laugh too, and for some reason I
felt more at ease. Brian freshened our glasses and we lay
there talking some more, he on his bed and me on mine. The
room felt quite warm and we both had our blankets pushed off
our legs and our upper bodies. I caught myself rubbing my
dick again but this time I didn’t take my hand away.

The conversation changed and Brian said that I looked like I
lifted weights. I said that I didn’t. I said I was
fortunate enough to have a decent body without having to
work at it too much. I told him that he had a nice body too
and seemed pleased. He said that he lifted weights when he
had time but his job and home life kept him from doing it as
much as he wanted. I noticed now that Brian had his hand
under his blanket, sliding it up and down his prick. His
blanket kept sliding back and I could see one of his balls
resting on his leg.

I now had a huge hard-on and I wanted to stroke it in the
worst way. I pressed my palm down on my dick and and cupped
my balls. I instinctively thrust my pelvis forward against
my hand. Brian was watching me and I saw his arm tense up
as he work his dick under the blanket.

Just then Brian reached over and pinched the edge of my
blanket and pulled it gently off me. “Go ahead,” he said
almost in a whisper. He flipped his own blanket off his
body and suddenly we were both laying there naked in front
of each other. I rolled onto my back with my dick sticking
straight up. I felt a little self-conscience so I drew my
knees up slightly. I wrapped my hand around my dick and
sqeezed hard. Then I looked at Brian and said, “I don’t
know why I’m doing this.” “I’ve never done this before.”

I drew my knees up higher and was thinking about dashing off
to the bathroom when Brian sat up on his bed.

“It’s okay man,” he said. I’ve never done this before
either, except for jerking off with some other kids a few
times in grade school.” “But nobody’s ever going to know,
and I’m going to lay here and jerk my meat and then go to
sleep. You can stop or jerk off or what ever you want. I
don’t care, and I’ll never say anything to anybody.”

ThenBrian reached over and touched me on the arm. I just
about jumped out of my skin. I started to tingle all over
and I got a lump in the back of my throat. My prick, which
had started to wilt, practically jumped up like a spring was
attached. Brian had a calm, almost pleading look on his
face. “Nobody’s ever going to know,” he said again.

I thought about it for a split second and then gave in to my
needs. I straightened out my legs and drew my arms up over
my head. I lay there completely exposed to Brian. I shut
my eyes and could feel the cool air moving gently over naked
body. I guess that was my way of saying, “I give in.”

Then I felt a nudge on my arm again, and I opened my eyes to
see Brian climbing onto my bed. I slid over to make room
for him. We lay there silently on our backs slowly stroking
ourselves. We did this for several minutes before Brian
raised up on his elbow and said, “Would you mind if I
touched you?”

I didn’t mind at all. In fact I was trying to work up the
courage to ask him the same question. It was then that I
felt a hand wrap around my cock. Brian’s hand felt warm and
slightly rough, not like the women’s that I had felt before.
He stroked me slowly, and I just lay back enjoying the
feeling that he was giving me. Soon I got the urge to feel
Brian’s cock in my hand, but I also wanted to see it too.
With Brian still holding on to my cock I sat up and turned
toward his body. I reached over and cupped his balls in my
hand. Then I moved my hand up and around his shaft. I
slowly started pulling rhythmically on his cock. A slight
moan came from Brian’s mouth and I felt good that I was
giving him pleasure.

Brian sat up and turned toward me. We both sat there
pulling eachothers cocks, not saying a word. We were just
looking. Suddenly I got the feeling that Brian was going to
kiss me. For some reason I didn’t him want to do that and I
think he seemed to sense it. It seems funny that I loved
him sitting there holding my cock but I didn’t want him to
kiss me. Instead he took his hand off my cock and pushed me
back on the bed, coming down on top of me. I could feel his
hard cock moving against my leg. His mouth started brushing
gently around on my chest. His hand started sqeezing my pec
and then his mouth locked my other nipple. I almost creamed
right then. I had no idea that could feel so good. Nobody
had ever done that to me before. I put my hands behind his
head and held him against my chest and started shoving my
cock against his belly. He sucked both my nipples hard and
then started moving his face slowly down my torso, swirling
his tongue from one side of my rib cage to the other.

Brian had been straddling and humping my right leg, but now
he slid slightly so that he dropped down between my legs,
still working on my belly with his tongue. Then he stopped
his tongue work and lay his head down on my belly. He drew
his body up slightly to take the pressure off my cock. I
think he knew that I was getting too worked up and he was
slowing things down a little. After a while he slid down a
bit more so that his head was directly over my cock and
balls. Then he started brushing his lips over the head of
my cock which was so hard that it almost hurt. Suddenly his
warm, wet mouth engulfed me. It was ecstasy. I reached my
arms over my head and arched my back, humping my pelvis into
his face. Then I relaxed and watch his head bob up and down
at the base of my belly. The only blowjobs that I had ever
gotten before were from women and this one felt different.
I could feel the hard sucking from Brian’s mouth and his
tongue felt rough as it slid up and down on my shaft. The
combination of the warm wetness and his rough tongue was
getting me too excited and I didn’t want to come yet so I
sat up and slid out from under Brian. I tugged his arm for
him to roll onto his back and I spun my body 180 degrees and
rose up on my hands and knees. This put me in a position
where my face was suspended directly above Brian’s. I moved
my head forward over his chest and this inturn put my chest
over his head. I looked in front of me and saw Brian’s hard
cock arching toward me. I was very similar to mine, well
shaped, and and not really large but not small either. It
stood out and leaned up toward Brian’s belly and toward me.

I turned my attention back to Brian’s chest, determined to
use some of his treatment back on him. I leaned down and
started flicking my tongue across the base of his neck. I
swirled it back and forth across his pecs before locking on
one of his nipples. His small nipple became very hard and
erect and I could tell I was having the same effect that he
had on me. I heard a low groan and then I felt his hands
start to slide up and down my chest and belly. As I worked
on his nipples he slid his hands from my tits to my
cock…up and down…up and down. Then his hand went
between my legs and cupped my dangling balls. He lightly
massaged my balls for a few seconds and then slid his hand
farther behind me to the crack of my ass. His fingers
rubbed slightly around the rim of my ass hole. With this I
pushed my face farther along his belly and raised up
slightly. I had never seen another man’s cock this close
before and I must have spent a few seconds looking at it.
Then I felt Brian’s insistant finger pressing into my
asshole and I dropped down on his cock with my mouth. I
felt Brian tense up and I heard his gasp. His hand stopped
working my butt momentarily while I started eating his cock.
I was intrigued by this thing in my mouth and I started
exploring with my tongue. I ran my tongue around the ridge
of his head and down along his veined shaft. Then I dropped
my head clear to the bottom so that my lower lip was against
his hairy belly and my upper lip was pressed against his
balls. His cock was actually going down my throat and I
wondered if I pressed my fingers against my adams apple if
he would be able to feel it.

As I sucked his cock I felt his hand come out from between
my legs. Then I felt both hands wrap around my waist as he
drew himself up against me. I once again felt a warm
wetness slide over my own cock. I lowered my body closer to
the bed so that Brian’s back was once again resting on the
bed and I started fucking his mouth as I pumped up and down
on his cock.

I started to feel a quivering at the base of my belly and I
knew that I couldn’t keep going much longer. Just then I
felt Brian pushing me up with his hand and I rolled off him.
He surprised me by grabbing my cock with his hand and
started jacking me hard and fast. I grabbed him and did the
same. Suddenly I heard him suck in a deep breath and hold
it. I could feel myself starting to quake from my entire
pelvis area. Then I felt like my nuts exploded. I felt
like a gallon of sperm shot from me. Just then I felt
something very warm and wet hit me in the chest and look to
see Brian’s cock spewing cum all over my chest and belly.
Our orgasm went on for what seemed an eternity. Finally I
felt his hand loosen from my cock and I heard him gasp for
air. I could feel my heart racing a hundred miles an hour.
We each rolled onto our backs, lying there next to
eachother.

I must have fallen asleep, because when I woke up Brian was
in his own bed. It was still dark and not time to get up
yet. I lay there very still wondering about what I had
done. I wondered what I would say to Brian the next
morning. I drifted off to sleep again but when I woke Brian
was gone. He had left quietly without waking me. What was
he thinking. When I got up I found a note on the desk. All
It said was “Don’t worry, no one will ever know.”

I felt terribly guilty about that night. I’ve never said a
word about it to anyone. But as time goes on I think about
it more and more. Sometimes I think that I would like to
taste those fruits again. Maybe even go a step further, or
maybe not. I don’t know. I find myself fantasizing about
playing with another man’s cock yet the thought of kissing a
man on the lips really turns me off. Does anyone else feel
this way?