He grunted and held my hips down hard, blowing his load deep inside me. That was all I needed to take me over the edge, and I came violently all over his belly. I collapsed on his hairy chest and we both just laid there trying unsuccessfully to catch our breath.

“Jesus girl, what the hell is a gorgeous young thing like you doing with a fat old ugly fart like me?”

Stan was right – he was old, fat and ugly. But he was without question the most amazing lover I’d ever had. Talented, gentle, attentive, open-minded – Stan was the consummate lover. And FUCK, was he hung! I don’t know how long he was, but it was his girth that really set me off. This was his 62nd birthday present, or rather, I was. I’d told him I wanted to do something special for him and I was well on my way towards keeping my promise. I’d brought him home-made Chinese food from my mother (I might have insinuated I was going to Stephanie’s for the weekend. Pretty sure she wouldn’t want her 22-year-old daughter spending the weekend fucking a huge old dude), and a series of outfits from Victoria’s Secret. I have to say the white lace on my mocha-colored skin made poor old Stan’s eyes about bug out of his face when I seductively slid my sundress down onto his living room floor.

I reluctantly lifted myself off his chest, though I kept his now-softening manhood inside me. “Really Stan?” I said, pouting and planting my hands on my hips. “Any girl would be honored to be with you! But don’t let anybody know what a catch you are. I want to keep you my own little secret!”

“Little?” he replied. “There’s NOTHING little about me my dear.” Stan flexed his hips ever so slightly, sending shivers through my entire body.

I could feel him hardening again. It was the most amazing feeling! After stretching me almost to the point of ripping me in half and dumping a bucket of cum in me, he’d slowly softened to the point that I almost couldn’t feel him anymore. Now, with his wonderful cock refilling with blood, the warmth and hardness slowly slid into my consciousness again. I slid down his torso a bit, making sure he wouldn’t slip out. His swelling stretched me more and more until it hurt so good, I couldn’t decide if I wanted more, or if one additional fraction of an inch would tear me asunder.

“Ugh, you’re so fucking big,” I groaned as I ran my fingers through my long black hair. My hips started rocking back and forth of their own accord forcing his tip to slide back and forth against the far end of my vagina. My lips were stretched tight around him, forcing my clit almost straight out from my body, begging to be stroked. I locked my gaze onto Stan’s eyes as I slid my fingers slid down the sides of my face, over my perky b-cup breasts and down over my quivering stomach. I pushed hard against my abdomen and could easily feel him inside me. I rubbed my belly, rubbing his tip through my stomach wall. It was the most amazing feeling, rubbing him inside me like that! Slowly I worked my way south until my fingertips were lightly brushing the very tip of my engorged clit. It was like an electric shock with every pass and groans and gasps escaped my lips as my hips quickened their pace.

“Play with my nipples, Stan,” I cooed. He obliged, dragging the backs of his fingers across my rock-hard nips.

“OH God, that feels so good baby,” I cried softly as my pace increased. By now my fingers were firmly circling my clit, the other hand back in my hair. I pulled my head back and Stan gently wrapped his huge hand around my delicate neck.

Without warning he thrust his hips up, driving every inch into me. I cried out and came again, thighs and chest shaking with its intensity. After a few more minutes I eased myself off Stan and went to the restroom, leaking Stan-juice all the way across his master bath. After a quick pee, I got dressed, kissed him passionately goodbye and headed over to the mall to meet up with Stephanie so we could get our stories straight. One thing I wasn’t doing – was walking straight! Man, was my pussy swollen and sore – although in a good way. Stephanie just laughed as she watched me waddle up to her table in the food court.

“OMG girl! You’ve GOT to learn to hide it better than that. Every guy in this place is watching you with debauchery on their mind.”

I blushed and looked at the table. Eventually, I made eye contact with her and we just burst out laughing.

“Come on, was it really that good?”

“Jesus Stephanie, I can’t even explain how good it was. You really should try some for yourself!”

“Yeah, right!”

“No sweetie, I’m serious. You should totally do him! I’ve never been with anyone like Stan.”

“What?!? Are you crazy?”

“Oh hell no, I’m serious. It’s Stan’s birthday today. You should be my 2nd present to him!”

“Wait, you’d seriously let me fuck your man? Why would you do that?”

“Because I love him, silly. And you. And you’d make him really happy. And then he’d make me really happy and buy me nice things and take me to nice places. Duh!”

“So, I suck your man’s dick and let him fuck me, and YOU get all the presents?”

“Oh sweetie, you’ll send me Christmas cards for letting you have some of Stan. Trust me.”

“He’s really that good huh?”

“Yeah, he really is! But he’s pretty big, so I’ll tell him to only give you the first 8 inches or so.” I winked at her and then grinned like the Cheshire Cat.

“Uhhhh,” Stephanie stuttered. “You’re joking right?”

“Nope, serious as a heart attack. Which you might have the first time he sinks his meat into you. Come on! Just let me take you over there and say hi to him. No pressure if you’re not ready.”

“Oohhhhhh…” I could tell she was seriously conflicted. And seriously considering it. “Ohh, ooooh, ok, OK! I’ll just meet him today.”

“Yay!” I jumped up and down and clapped my hands. Several people in the food court looked at us with cocked eyebrows. One young stud just stared at me, the fire in his eyes betraying his thoughts. I locked my eyes directly on his and slowly rolled my hips around like a dancer without losing our eye contact. His boner stuck out in his basketball trunks and I swear he was drooling slightly. I knew he was going to fantasize about me tonight, wishing he could drive himself into me until he shot his load deep inside. Yeah, probably in just 3 or 4 thrusts. This is why I didn’t mess with boys my age. No self-control. I rolled my eyes at him and grabbed Steph’s arm, leading her towards the car.

In no time I was ringing Stan’s doorbell, hoping later he’d be ringing mine again. I blushed just a little bit while images and thoughts from this morning careened around in my head. Heat slowly crept into my nether regions, filling my belly with luscious heat.

“Hey dear,” Stan said as he opened the door. “What are you doing…Oh! Well hello there, who might you be?” He discretely looked Stephanie up and down, drinking her in with his eyes. I could see the glimmer of hope starting to rise in his eyes and a glimmer of something else hardening in his pants.

“Sorry to stop in unannounced, but I was telling Stephanie about you, and… she uh, wanted proof that you weren’t a figment of my imagination. Can we come in for a drink? A stiff one,” I said with a wink that wasn’t lost on Stan.

“Of course, you can! It’s a little early to start drinking, but I’m game if you ladies are.”

Stephanie blushed and took Stan’s hand. His meaty hand completely engulfed Steph’s. “Do you have anything harder than beer? Oh my, THAT didn’t come out right!”

“I do indeed have something harder than beer, Stephanie.” Stan looked at me with an inquisitive look. I know he was trying to figure out what was going on here. I relished his anxiousness to find out.

“Let’s start with some Lemon Drops, ok?” Stan headed for the bar.

“Jeez buddy, we don’t want to KILL her,” I said with mock concern. In fact, I was a bit concerned. I needed her to be awake and able to make rational decisions. A couple of Stan’s Lemon Drops and who knows what the fuck would go down? Ok, probably me, but that was a given.

Stephanie and I sat on the couch in the living room and waited for our drinks. In a few minutes, he arrived with lemon drops for all of us and sat down next to Steph. We chatted for a bit, and soon I could feel the effects of the alcohol seeping into my brain. And a few other places. The warmth spread throughout my body, and I know Steph was feeling it too. She snuggled up next to me and started slowly running her fingertips up and down my thigh. God, it was like electricity was jumping between us. I moaned softly and pulled her close.

Nuzzling into the crook of her neck, I softly brushed my lips across her collarbone. Her sharp intake of breath told me she was as hot as I was. Stephanie moaned low in her throat.

I inhaled deeply. “You smell amazing girl, what are you wearing?”

“Just shampoo and desire, baby.”

“You wear it well. Makes me want to…” With that, I wrapped my arms around her neck and just brushed my lips across her cheek. We’d actually never done anything like this before, so I inched my face away from hers and looked into her eyes, waiting to get a sign if she was ok with what was happening. I leaned into her again, planning on teasing her again. Steph ran her fingers behind my head and pulled me to her, crushing her lips against mine. Soon our hands were roaming all over each other and we were both wearing too much.

I slid my hands down Steph’s sides and pulled at the hem of her T-shirt, slowly lifting it upwards. Turning her shirt inside out, I stopped with my hands above her, leaving just her head inside. Without letting go, I kissed her again on the front of her collarbone and eased my lips down her heaving breast until my wandering tongue slowly circled her rock-hard nipple.

“Fuck Lisa, why didn’t you tell me girls are so much better at this than boys?”

“Mrrph,” was all I could get out. My hand found her knee and gently made my way up her thigh until my fingers snuck under the edge of her jogging shorts and were firmly planted along the crease between her thigh and her outer labia.

“Ohhh, God, don’t stop,” she moaned.

Gently, I ran my fingers along her outer lips, teasing her, torturing her. Steph squirmed, trying desperately to get my fingers onto her clit but I evaded her advances. Breaking our kiss, I slid down onto the carpet and slunk between her knees, planting kisses over the tops of her thighs before encouraging their separation. I grabbed her feet and pulled them together, then lifted them onto the couch which splayed her knees far apart. My advances continued until my tongue slid alongside the hem of her now soaking shorts. Fingers deftly pulled the fabric aside and I gazed at her delicate folds. She was freshly shaven, and her heat radiated onto my face. Flattening my tongue, I dragged it from her taint to her clit before extending the tip and dragging it south. She grabbed two fistfuls of hair and panted greedily. I tilted my head to watch her face when she suddenly got this shocked look on her face and just stopped and stared at something behind me.

An instant later I knew what it was. Stan had silently gotten off the couch and knelt behind me. He yanked my skirt up over my ass and my panties down around my knees. I was so turned on he didn’t even have to rub around to spread my wetness over him like he normally did. His tip centered at my entrance and in one long, slow thrust I was stuffed completely full.

“Fuuuuuuuck,” I moaned, my tongue still tracing delicate lines up and down Steph’s lips.

Stan’s thrust pushed me hard into Steph’s crotch, so I pulled her panties aside and just dove in. I flicked my tongue side to side across the top of her clitoral hood, eliciting a shocked gasp. She slid further down on the couch, giving me deeper access. I lifted my hand off the carpet and slid two fingers up and down her soaking cleft before tracing lazy circles against her entrance.

Stan had held still long enough and withdrew slowly before refilling me with his enormity. Again, he withdrew and impaled me. This angle allowed extremely deep penetration and his tip was rearranging my organs with every thrust. It was almost painful – but just shy enough that I wanted it again. I reared back against him, making sure I got every inch.

One more thrust and I exploded in orgasm, shrieking in ecstasy as my pussy convulsed around my intruder. Stan, feeling my contractions grabbed my hips and pounded me silly, quickly ramping up and unloading a torrent inside me. I drove my fingers deep into Steph and curled them back towards me, wiggling them against her front wall. She moaned low in her throat and ran her fingers down onto her stomach, pushing deeply until she could feel my fingers wriggling inside her.

“Oh! Oh! OOOOHHHHHH!”, she cried as her orgasm overwhelmed her. Her legs clamped shut, trapping my digits deep inside. I let her wind down slowly, and Stan slowly softened and slid out. Even going soft, he hung down most of the length of his thigh.

“Jesus girl, did that whole thing fit inside you?” I could see she was staring underneath me at the meat I’d just accepted.

“Yes indeed! And I loved every inch, didn’t I dear?”

Stan chuckled. “Evidence would suggest, yes.” He smiled wickedly. “But right now, I need to sit and catch my breath. More Lemon Drops, everyone?”

Soon he was back with another round of drinks.

This time I let Stan sit between us. We made small talk for a while, and eventually I started running my fingers up and down Stan’s thigh. I implored Steph to do the same, and soon Stan’s shorts started to magically rise.

He turned towards Steph and slowly traced the edge of her face with his fingertips. “I know you weren’t planning on anything happening today, and I’m fine with that. But I’d really, really enjoy giving you a kiss. Or twenty.”

Steph looked over his shoulder at me. I nodded my approval vigorously.

“Ok, I guess.” With that, she leaned in and ever so gently brushed her lips against his. Stan moaned low in his chest and ran his hand behind her head, digging his fingers deep into her long flowing hair.

Instinctively her hands roamed up and down his thigh. Her surprise showed instantly when her fingers found his throbbing erection.

“Holy. Fucking. HELL,” she exclaimed as she tried unsuccessfully to wrap her tiny hand around its girth. As he continued to grow, more and more of him crept out the top of his short’s waistband.

“I know. Amazing, huh?” I winked at her, motioning her down onto the floor between Stan’s knees. Steph slid down onto the floor beside me and together we encouraged Stan to lift his butt off the couch so we could slide his shorts off. When I looked up Steph was just frozen, staring at Stan’s throbbing meat.

“Would you like to touch me?” Stan asked. And it was a question, not a command. I smiled to myself. He really would have been fine if she’d said no.

But that’s not what happened.

“May I?” She looked at him, then at me. I nodded eagerly.

She wrapped her hand around his naked flesh for the first time. “God, you’re so warm! And it’s throbbing in my hand!” She ran her hand up to the tip and wrapped her other hand just below it. I wrapped both of mine around him below hers. I then encouraged her to slide her hands down with mine, until I had my hands all the way down his shaft. Even with all 4 of our hands around him, plenty of him still stuck out the top. Without warning, I lowered my mouth over what was left and even then, I struggled to get him completely covered.

“FUCK that feels good, ladies,” Stan mumbled. I slid our hands up until his tip completely left my mouth and then slid them down again, this time twirling my tongue around his crown.

I had him all the way in my mouth – minus what was under our 4 hands – when I felt Steph’s face next to mine. Tentatively she licked his shaft as I took it out of my mouth. Once fully out, she grabbed my face and kissed me passionately. Our moans let Stan know how much we were enjoying ourselves. He reached down and slowly thrust himself between our lips. Occasionally one of us would tilt our heads just enough to let him slide into our mouths. Steph gagged a few times but overall, she was a trooper! Soon though I could see the lust in her eyes, and I knew she wanted more.

Getting up off the floor Steph crawled up onto the couch and straddled Stan’s lap. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she kissed him passionately while thrusting her hips back and forth which dragged his shaft between her soaking folds. Soon his entire shaft was shiny and wet from her arousal. Finally, the time had come. Lifting off her knees, she tilted her hips to find the best angle. Stan’s huge cock centered itself at her entrance and for an instant, everybody froze. I think we were all holding our collective breath, waiting for what was about to happen.

With agonizing slowness, Steph relaxed her thighs and lowered herself the tiniest bit at a time. I watched as her entrance expanded, trying to fit the huge intruder at her gate. Her thighs bulging, she raised up a bit and then settled back down. With each pass, another fraction of an inch disappeared until his thick head slipped past her ring of muscle and oozed into her vagina.

“Jesus,” Steph moaned breathlessly. “I should have been training for this! With, like, a pony or something…” She settled another inch, to no avail.

“Ugh, I think that’s all I can take!”

“You can do it,” I said encouragingly. “Swivel your hips around on him. You’re almost past the fattest part.” I was lying, but she didn’t need to know that. I grabbed a bottle of lube from the end table and squirted it all over my hand. As Steph rose up, I wrapped my hand around him and covered his length with super-slippery lube. My thumb naturally landed against her tight little sphincter, so I just had to rub her there in slow agonizing circles. She gently lowered herself again, this time getting a bit of help from the lube. I watched in amazement as her body stretched around him. Ever so slowly he oozed deeper and deeper inside until the widest part slid home.

“Oh God, oh GOD, that feels amazing!” Steph threw her head back and groaned long and low as Stan continued to fill her steaming sex. Finally, no more would fit. I could still get a hand around his base, but she was fuller than she’d ever been in her life. Stan started to thrust, and Steph immediately stopped him.

“Give me a minute to get used to you! I still feel like I’m gonna rip wide open.” Stan held perfectly still like the good boy he was. Steph leaned forward and kissed him softly, keeping her eyes on his.

“Damn, you’re tight,” Stan whispered.

“Hey, motherfucker, I was tight before I met you! Remember that shit?” I laughed, even though I had to admit to the slightest bit of jealousy flaring up inside me. I knew it was stupid, but my id-brain was somehow afraid that I’d just introduced my boyfriend to his new girlfriend. Women’s minds are crazy things. I KNEW that wouldn’t happen. I knew that this was just sex. But still, that little part of me questioned if I would ever be enough again. Steph’s white-blonde hair hung in long, lazy curls that draped seductively over her pert breasts and her porcelain-like skin shown with the light sheen of sweat. She was a goddess sitting in his lap, impaled on a cock that was bigger than any she’d ever even imagined. One thing was for sure – her world would never be the same!

I shook all the negative thoughts out of my head and concentrated on the ridiculously hot scene in front of me.

I still had my hand around Stan with my thumb on Steph’s rosebud. As she sat down again my thumb crept into her tight passage just a bit.

“Oh! Oh MY, that feels – interesting. Not sure I like it, not sure I don’t. I think I can only handle one crazy-good thing at a time today. But we definitely need to explore this later!” Steph leaned over and kissed me hard. As she did so Stan’s member rearranged itself inside her causing her eyes to roll around in her head. She sat up and leaned the other way and then came back to me. I watched her start to roll her hips in circles and soon she was lifting off and settling back down again allowing Stan to push her guts around inside her.

The next time she leaned my way I grabbed her face in my hands. “Want to feel something incredible?”

“You mean THIS isn’t incredible?!?” She looked at me like I was nuts.

“Lift up and lean back a bit,” I said.

She did so, and I grabbed her hand and slid it onto her belly just below her panty line. “Now sit back down.”

When she did, I pushed her hand hard against her. As Stan slid his monster back inside her we both felt him slide across her fingers from her depths.

“What the fuck?!?” Steph screamed and came right then and there, shrieking again and again as convulsions wracked her body.

Her shaking body took Stan by surprise and he too came violently, his cock expanding even more and then blasting pulse after pulse into Stephanie’s wrecked vagina. That set Steph off on another round of orgasms herself.

I crossed my arms in mock disgust and stared at both of them. “Jesus, you two! I’m gonna need to call 911 if the both of you don’t calm the fuck down.”

Stephanie leaned heavily onto Stan’s stomach and panted for a minute while trying to recover. She smiled dreamily at me and mouthed “I OWE YOU!”

She wasn’t wrong. I was definitely going to have ammo should I ever need to convince her to do something. Or someone.

Eventually we got cleaned up and left Stan happy and sated on his couch.

“Ok,” Steph said as we both waddled out to her car. “I’ll never make fun of the way you walk after sex again!” We laughed until we cried…

It took a couple days for our schedules to align again. “Ok Steph, see you at the mall at 2?”

“See you there! You gonna be waddling again?” I could hear her laughing through the phone.

“No, I’m not seeing Stan before I see you, silly girl.”

“Not that I’d blame you! Holy shit was he amazing. I’ll never doubt your stories of debauchery again, that’s for sure!”

I smiled wickedly. I sure taught her a lesson! Never assume I’m lying when I’m talking about sexploits!

I ended up at the mall early and decided to shop for some sexy shoes for the evening. Stephanie didn’t know it yet, but I had designs on her lovely figure. She’d find out soon enough. No sooner had I walked around the center fountain than I ran into Steph.

“Well aren’t you the early bird,” she said with a grin. “Give me 30 minutes and I’ll meet you in the food court, ok?” We hugged and went our separate ways.

The mall was dead, so when I walked into the shoe store the clerk jumped up, happy to have someone to talk to. He was a bit younger than me, and apparently was going through a bit of a ‘Goth’ phase. His long black hair hung loosely around his face, shrouding the heavy eyeliner and black lipstick. He looked like he really, really wanted everyone to believe he was a bad-ass. Looking me up and down, I could see the desire welling up inside him. I could almost read the x-rated thoughts running through his little teenage brain. In his haste to sprint around the end of the counter, he caught his toe on the carpet strip separating the behind-the-counter tile and the Berber carpet of the showroom. Goth-boy face-planted himself right there in the aisle in front of me. Sputtering blood from his nose, he jumped up muttering obscenities.

“Fuck man, that HURT!” Blood was freely flowing from his nostrils.

I ducked behind the counter and grabbed a bunch of paper towels. “Here, let me help you,” I said as I tilted his head back and applied some pressure to his nose.

“Ahhh! Shit, are you trying to kill me?” He yanked the wad of paper towels out of my hand and held them against his nose himself.

“Sorry, I was just trying to help,” I said. I couldn’t help but laugh at him.

“What, so how you’re laughing at me? Nice.”

“You gotta admit, it was pretty funny.”

He blushed. “Yeah, yeah, ok. It was kinda funny.” He smirked and then burst out laughing. I did too.

With his head back and the hair out of his eyes, he was actually kinda cute.

“So, what brought you in today?”

“I need some Fuck-Me Pumps,” I said flatly.

“Wait, some what?”

“You know, ‘Fuck Me Pumps’. High heels that will make men want to fuck me.”

He turned a truly impressive shade of crimson. “Ummm…”

“Yes?” I asked impatiently, folding my arms across my chest and tapping my shoe on the floor.

“You’re so pretty! Why would you need shoes for that?” He realized what he’d said and looked at the floor. “Sorry,” he added.

“Thank you, but I really do want to buy some sexy shoes. Today.”

“How about these?” I pointed to a really cute red strappy number on the display. I picked it up and fiddled with it, thinking about how these would affect Stan when I wore them with some sexy red lingerie. Or alone. I sat down on a stool and let him remove my shoe and slip it on my dainty foot.

“Uh, yeah, those would definitely work.” He was kneeling in front of me and I realized that if I opened my knees just a tad, he’d be able to view my white lace thong. I turned my head to look at some of the other shoes on the wall and ‘accidentally’ let my thighs part as I swiveled on the stool. His eyes got wide and then he looked squarely at the floor again. Like a puppy eyeing a treat, he couldn’t help himself and simply had to glance up once in a while.

“What about those white ones over there?” I pointed over his shoulder.

“Um…” and at that point his nose started leaking again. “Oh shit.”

“Hey, do you have a restroom in the back? Maybe we should go back to the sink.” In spite of his nosebleed, his erection wasn’t going down. I was kinda flattered to tell the truth.

He led me back behind the curtain and showed me the bathroom. “Now what?” he asked.

“Tilt your head back and think of something to take your mind off your nose.”

“Ok.” He stared at the ceiling.

“You’re almost out of paper towels. Have any more?”

“Yeah, they’re under the sink.” He tilted his head back, and blood started dripping out of his nose, almost landing on me.

“HEYEYEYEYEYEY! Look at the ceiling, buddy.”

“Sorry! Sorry!”

I crouched down on my knees and reached around behind him for the roll of towels and of course, this put me staring right at his crotch, which was staring right back at me. This kid was so sweet, I just felt like it would be good karma to help him out. I knew it wouldn’t take long.

“If you take your eyes off the ceiling, I’ll kill you. You understand?”

“Wait, no! I don’t under…”

I reached up and ran the palm of my hand up and down his straining erection.

“What the! What are you doing?!?” he cried out, clearly starting to panic.

“I’m diverting blood from your brain to – other parts. It will help stop your nosebleed.” It was total bullshit, but I didn’t care if he believed me or not.

I slowly unbuckled his belt and pulled down the zipper to his fly. Reaching into his boxers I freed his wood. It stood straight out from his body and waved gently up and down with his heartbeat. I gently took the head between my lips and ran my tongue around the ridge of his head. He wasn’t particularly big or thick, but man was he HARD. Stan’s meat was so huge he just didn’t have enough blood to engorge his cock like this kid’s. Of course, there’s also a difference between 18 and 62. In any case, I pulled off and then slowly sunk my lips back down. Running my tongue back and forth along the underside, I knew he was getting close. I paused for a few seconds to pull him away from the edge of the cliff he was teetering on.

“Fuck that feels so good! Please don’t stop!” He looked down at me pleadingly.

“WHAT THE FUCK DID I TELL YOU? DON’T LOOK AT ME!”

“What? Oh, right. Sorry!” He looked at me pleadingly. “I promise I won’t look again!” He stared straight up at the tiles.

I smiled wickedly and formulated a new plan while I continued to tease the poor boy. I reached up under my skirt and hooked my thumbs in the waistband of my thong. Leaning back on my heels I spun around 180 degrees and straightened my legs with my body still leaned over. I reached between my thighs and guided Goth-boy’s cock right into my waiting, sopping pussy.

“Holy fuck! What are you doing?” He gasped as my tunnel clamped down around him.

“Shut up and fuck me,” I growled.

I could see the fire explode in his brain and he grabbed my hips, pounding into me in an animalistic frenzy. Here was a cute girl, whose name he didn’t even know, asking him to pound her. It was every fantasy of every teen age boy on the planet. And it was my choice to give it to him. I smiled wickedly as he ravaged me. Slowly I stood up, still letting him thrust wildly into me. I grabbed my panties and pulled them up until his cock was sliding across the filmy lace as he pumped in and out. That was all it took, and in just a few more seconds he grunted that he was going to come.

“Come for me baby, give me a big load,” I whispered hoarsely over my shoulder.

As his first contraction hit him, I pulled forward, feeling the head of his cock swell and explode within me. I leaned forward just a bit more to let him slip out of me while he unloaded a torrent of semen into the crotch of my panties, gasping as he tried to regain some semblance of control. He hung onto me, breathing heavily against the back of my neck. His arms were around me and they wandered over my breasts, exploring, massaging.

“Mmmm, that was nice,” I said softly. “But I really need to go. I’ll take these in a size 4!”

Goth boy was silent as he watched me pull up my panties the rest of the way, smearing his goo all over my soaking crotch as I did so. I helped him get his pants up and buckled before returning to the showroom. There were a coupe of young girls that had arrived and they all covered their mouths and giggled. They probably heard us and knew what was going on. I walked out and smiled like the Cheshire Cat at them and they blushed terribly, forming a huddle and whispering madly.

When the attendant walked out of the back room the leader of the pack looked at him and her jaw just about hit the floor. “ANDY?!? WTF? Were YOU the one in the back room?” Her tone and incredulous demeanor told me all I needed to know about what they thought of him.

“He was, and he was AMAZING,” I whispered as he finished ringing me up. “Bye, Andy,” I cooed sweetly. “See you later, I hope…”

With that I sauntered back out into the mall and soon found Steph.

“Ok, let’s try this again,” she said, wrapping her arms around me for an enthusiastic hug. “It feels like forever since I’ve seen you even though it was only a couple days. Ok, it was actually just a like 20 min…” Stephanie turned her head and leaned against my bosom, sniffing deeply.

“Wait – what the fuck Lisa? Is that SPLOOGE I smell? When the fuck did you get fucked? And by who?”

I pushed her head away, grabbing my hips and tilting my face to one side. “Um, it’s like, totally, WHOM, you know?” A really good hair-flip rounded out my valley girl impression.

“Jesus, I leave you alone for like 20 minutes and you get laid? IN THE FUCKING MALL?!?” A few patrons of the food court looked at us with shocked curiosity.

“Keep your voice down, ok? I was looking for shoes and found these – and, one thing led to another.”

“How does that happen, exactly? ‘Hi there, I’d like to try on these pumps – would you like to pump me in return?'”

“No! Well, ummm.” I had to stop and think how to explain.

“What, it sounds crazy even to you now, doesn’t it? You’re such a ho!” Stephanie laughed and hugged me again. “But damn, girl, his cum reeks! You need a shower. Come (she used air quotes, thinking she was being funny) on, let’s go back to my place and clean you up a bit.”

We stood up and locked arms, giggling and laughing all the way to her place.

Once there I quickly stripped and stepped into the shower. It was a nicely sized tile-and glass affair with several nozzles and one on a hose. I wetted my hair and had just gotten a good lather going when I felt a pair of hands on my shoulders from behind. They worked their way deeply into my hair, slowly massaging my scalp. Steph’s lips brushed the back of my neck and I moaned softly, settling back against her.

“Damn, you know what a girl likes,” I whispered.

“I do?” she replied. “How does this feel?” With that she pulled me back against her chest and wrapped her arms around me. Her hands cupped my breasts as her lips settled on the side of my neck. My knees went weak and my hands fumbled between us, searching for her sensitive flesh. My fingers found her folds and I slowly ran them in, around and between them. Now it was her turn to moan in my ear. We’d never done anything together before our day with Stan, but it seems we were both on a roll. I sure as hell wasn’t going to question it!

“Oh baby, that feels wonderful. Want to know what that feels like?” She dropped one hand from my breast, letting her fingernails trail down across my stomach sending icy hot bolts of electricity across my skin. The other arm snaked across my chest just below my breasts. Her fingers slowed as they approached my pantie line making lazy circles that ever so slowly worked their way further south. My hips gently rocked back and forth, and I stood up on my toes trying to encourage more contact but she laughed softly and whispered in my ear.

“Not yet, my sweet. You’re not ready for me yet.”

“Are you kidding me? I’ve been totally horned up since the mall! I want you so badly,” I cooed. “Please, touch me. Touch me now,” I begged.

“Like this?” Steph gently ran her fingers down over the top of my slit, stopping when the pad of her finger was directly on my spot. She made the tiniest of circles, with the lightest of pressure. It sent fire exploding into my brain. God, if only boys knew the advantages of slow and light! In seconds she had me shrieking as I came. If she’d not had an arm around me, I’d have fallen to the floor in a heap. I was seriously impressed.

“Whoa, that was amazing,” I moaned. “Let me return the favor please!” With that I slid around until I was facing her, and then gently kissed a trail down her neck, between her boobs and down over her stomach. I ran my tongue across her folds and now it was Steph’s turn to moan. She thrust her hips at me and leaned back against the glass wall so she could spread her knees a bit. It was all I needed and soon she was coming all over my face.

I grabbed the shower wand and gently cleaned her up with a bit of soap before stepping out of the shower and drying off. Soon we were tucked into her bed, and we drifted off to sleep entangled in each other’s arms. After a wonderful afternoon nap, we got up and said our goodbyes.

The next few weeks were pretty boring. Normal family, friends, places, activities. I was starting to get restless – and fuck I was horny! Stan was off on some Caribbean Island and didn’t even have the decency to pack me in his luggage. And I do fit! Yeah, there was a lot of tequila involved in that particular evening!

Anyway, I was sitting on the porch swing in shorts and a running top when our next-door neighbor came by. It was just turning dark and an early fall evening chill was in the air.

“Hey Lisa! I was wondering if you had a minute.” Bob was a nice guy, probably in his early 60s or so. His wife had passed away a few years ago from something terrible. I didn’t even remember what it was.

“Sure Bob, I’m just hanging out for right now. What’s up?”

I could see that he was staring down the length of my thighs. I guess my running shorts were pretty baggy for my cross-legged posture. I imagine he was getting a glimpse of my white panties from where he stood. I smiled to myself and shifted a bit, letting one leg of the shorts fall even more open. Bob rewarded me with a nice tent in the front of his own shorts. He’d taking up jogging and was actually in pretty good shape. He was thin and reasonably muscled too.

“God, my internet is down again. I think the rooter is dead. Damn electronics! I have some papers I need to get to my accountant. Could you please come over and help me? I’ll grill you a nice steak for your efforts!”

I laughed out loud. “You mean your router, Bob?”

“Rooter, router. I just wish the damn thing would talk to the” – he paused, then smirked at me, “the moodem”. He drew out the word so that he sounded like a cow.

I laughed in-spite of myself. “Throw in couple beers and you’re on!”

I let Mom know I was going to be next door for a while. “That’s nice of you to help him out my dear!” She had really liked Norma, Bob’s wife. “We’re tired, so be quiet when you come home. Night dear!”

I followed Bob back to his place. I was kind of expecting it to be a wreck, him being a recently widowed single man and all. But the house was immaculate and recently renovated.

“WOW,” I exclaimed when we walked into the kitchen. “This is amazing! When did you do all this?”

“Well, once Norma passed, I had a lot of time on my hands, and not much else to do with them.”

I looked at his hands. They were big and strong. Bob was only maybe 5’10” or so, but his hands were huge! That got my mind wandering a bit.

“Why don’t you show me your stuff, and we can go from there.”

Bob stood there like he’d been turned to stone. “Uhhh…”

“You know, your MOOOOODem?”

“Oh!” Bob blushed a deep crimson.

“Bob! What were you thinking? Oh, I don’t even want to know. Where is it hiding?”

Bob led me back to his office. There were probably half a dozen 31″ curved computer monitors arranged on two levels with all kinds of financial stuff scrolling across them.

“Good God Bob, those 31s are huge!”

I looked at him, then snickered like I was 14 hearing a dirty innuendo for the first time.

“Naw, they’re only 27’s. They just look bigger because they’re black.” And he delivered that line in perfect deadpan. We both burst out laughing.

“Ok,” I said. “You’re way more fun than my parents let on. They said you were some sort of stockbroker? I had no idea you’d be such a riot to chat with.”

“Well thank you my dear! You know, we were all once young and hot. For some of us, it was just longer ago.”

“I’ll say this -you’re in great shape, you know, for like, an old dude.” I put my hands on my hips and thrust them off to one side. I flipped my hair hard and it fanned out over my head in a perfect black wave. My eyes locked onto his. “You know, like Fer shur!”

We both burst out laughing again. “Hey, can I get you a beer or glass of wine while we’re working on this? And I’m using the word “we” pretty liberally here.”

“Hmm, I’ve not had a lot of experience with wine. But I trust your judgement. Just not something too dry.”

“Ok, got it. I’ll be right back.” He was gone for a bit, followed by chopping noises. Chopping noises? What the hell? I found the modem and started troubleshooting.

In a few minutes Bob came back with a couple huge glasses full of ice, some chopped fruit and a dark burgundy liquid in it.

“Ok, I’m not much of a wine person, but I’m pretty sure you don’t serve wine on ice with a fruit salad in it.”

“Very observant Lisa! This is Sangria. I thought it might be more to your liking.”

I took a sip and it was DELICIOUS. OMG this stuff was amazing, like Kool Aid but with some bang behind it. Yummy!

“So, what’s your prognosis, Doc?”

“Well for starters,” I said in as serious a voice as I could muster, “Don’t have a cow.”

Bob about spit sangria all over his desk, trying not to laugh while swallowing. He wasn’t successful and immediately fell into a terrible coughing fit.

“Oh! I’m sorry Bob, I didn’t mean to make you splooge wine allover your papers!”

He was still coughing and hacking so I rushed over to take his glass just as he was trying to put it on the table. I ran into his hand and in slow motion the wine glass dumped half of its contents all down my top and shorts with the rest making a huge red stain on his immaculate white carpet. I was mortified!

“Oh shit oh shit oh shit! I’m so sorry Bob!” I just ruined a gorgeous carpet. And a wonderful evening.

“No,” Bob spat out between gasps. “It’s ok. Really. Let me blot as much out of this as I can.” He took a hand towel – also white – and laid it over the stain. He stepped on it gingerly, soaking up as much of the sangria as he could. “I’ll let the cleaners deal with the rest of it. You, on the other hand, need some attention too.”

He looked at my clothes, slowly taking in the fabric clinging to my flesh for just a second too long, letting me know he was enjoying the view.

“Look, why don’t we wash these before the stain sets in? Why don’t you go into my closet and just pick whatever you’re comfortable wearing? He led me to his bedroom which was easily the size of my whole basement apartment and turned around to go.

“Just bring your wet things and we’ll get them in the washer right away.”

A few minutes later I returned.

“Oh my,” he murmured half under his breath. “You look – you look – stunning my dear.”

Bob had put on a t-shirt and running shorts – I’d simply chosen one of his white dress shirts, some of his long dress socks that on me were damn near as long as a pair of pantyhose, and just for fun a loosely tied necktie.

“Do you like the look?” I asked shyly. I actually thought it might be a bit silly looking. I sat down beside him.

“Oh my God, you’re every man’s dream come true!”

Ok, I thought I looked cute, but his response was really sweet.

“You’re too kind! Anyway, where were we?”

“You told me not to have a cow, at which point I gagged on my own wine, spilled my glass all over both of us and the floor and then you stripped naked in my bedroom.”

“Oh right, that! Your system had too many IRQ requests so I…”

“English, my dear, English.”

“It was fucked. Now it’s not. It’s unfucked. It works perfectly again.”

“Um,you can un-fuck stuff?”

“If you’re good at it, which I am.” I winked at him seductively.

“Wow, wish I’d have known about this when I was your age. I’d have loved to have lost my virginity multiple times! Oh, that was way inappropriate! So sorry.”

“You’re funny! But yeah, interesting idea. Losing my virginity wasn’t any fun, so I definitely don’t want to go through that again. Anyway, lets watch a movie! Something either sexy or scary.”

“So, if you don’t mind me asking, what was so terrible about your first experience?” Bob looked at me quizzically.

“Oh, I don’t mind talking about it. He was, uh, a terrible lover, terribly small, and he lasted all of 3 seconds. And then it was over.”

“Ouch.”

“Some, but not too bad. My next time was with a different boy, and he was MUCH bigger! That was both good and bad,” I said laughing.

“What was good and bad about it?”

“Well for starters he about ripped me apart. And he lasted a long time – long enough for me to get a glimpse of how good it was supposed to feel. Oh yeah, and I walked funny for a week!”

I thought Bob was going to spew sangria again, but he choked it down.

“God you’re funny,” he laughed. “I really am impressed that you are comfortable enough to talk about this stuff with me.”

“Well, I do love sex. The feeling, the anticipation, the act itself. I just figure if it’s that big a deal, it should be shared.”

For once Bob was speechless.

I drained my glass and handed it to him. “Refill?”

“Sure thing.” He jumped up off the couch and retreated to the kitchen for a bit. When he walked back into the room, he stopped midway and just stared at me. “Whoa,” he whispered.

I then realized that I’d crossed my legs and tucked my feet up onto the edge of the couch. My Indian-style pose opened up his dress shirt, and that was all I was wearing. Not only was I fully exposed, but I was probably stretched wide for him. I was so wet I bet he could see the sheen of my juices from where he stood.

“You are the loveliest vision ever to grace that particular piece of furniture my dear.”

I blushed fiercely. “Sorry about the view,” I mumbled.

“Oh no, don’t apologize for that at all. You’re just so SMOOTH there. And I’ve uh, never seen one without, you know, hair there.”

He trailed off. Without asking, he walked over and knelt in front of me, his eyes never leaving my sex. Putting the drinks on the end table he ran his hands from my knees almost to the juncture of my thighs, gently taking the tails of his shirt with them.

I gasped and snapped my thighs together, trapping his hands between them.

“What exactly do you think you’re doing, mister?” I said with mock sternness.

“OH! Uhhhh,” Bob stammered and blushed fiercely. “I must have mis-interpreted what was going on here. When you came out of my dressing room dressed so sexily…”

“Oh, don’t have a coronary. You weren’t wrong! I’m just messing with you.”

I relaxed my thighs, letting Bob gently spread them apart. I tensed up a few times to make him think I was hesitating a bit. I wanted him to think this was his idea after all.

His warm palms slid up the insides of my thighs, sending sparks to my brain. And elsewhere. I was breathing in shallow gasps as his thumbs stroked my sensitive flesh between my outer labia and my thighs.

“Oh my, you’re so WARM,” he almost whispered. “And so beautiful. I could look at you all night.”

“You’re silly, but keep talking,” I said only half joking.

Bob knelt down even more, and rested his chin on my crossed ankles, staring. I could feel the heat of his gaze on my sex, his desire for more. I grabbed my ankles and slowly raised them over his head, letting them fall onto his back.

“You’re welcome to just stare, but there are other options.” I slowly encouraged him to learn forward, closing the gap between his face and my need.

“Mmmmm,” he moaned.

My heart stopped and I held my breath, waiting second by agonizing second for his lips to meet mine. On and on I waited, desperately wanting him to touch me.

Finally, Bob stuck out his tongue, and with just the tip flicked my clit back and forth.

I thought I was going to die from the buildup! I grabbed his head with my hands and legs and thrust my crotch onto his waiting mouth, grinding myself up and down across his face.

Off balance and teetering on just his knees, he gave a surprised “MMRPHHH!” when he realized he couldn’t pull his head back for air unless I let him up.

“If you stop now, I’ll kill you, I swear,” I hissed through clenched teeth. Bob flicked his tongue side to side right across the tip of my clit, unleashing an earth-shattering orgasm from deep within me. I shrieked, arched my back and collapsed back onto the couch. Bob was frantically trying to push himself off me, so I relaxed my legs and let him go.

“Damn Bob, where’d you learn THAT particular skill?” I was still coming down from my orgasm, but already I was thinking about the next round.

“I’m not without experience my dear. It’s just been a while. I might have had a bit of pent-up energy stored away!”

I looked down at his shorts, and there was a huge stain slowly spreading across the front.

“Something you need to tell me about Bob?” I said while staring at the stain.

He blushed fiercely. “I uh, told you it had been a while. When you trapped my head, I must have gotten a bit of auto-erotic stimulation going. You were just so amazingly sexy during your orgasm that I think I joined you involuntarily.” He hung his head clearly ashamed that he’s not lasted any longer than that.

“Oh man, don’t you worry about a thing! You were AMAZING. I’ve never wanted someone so badly in my whole life.” I wasn’t lying either.

“Most boys and men are pushing pushing pushing to get to the pushing pushing pushing. It’s this heated rush that’s over before I even get warmed up. That’s why a lot of the time I’ll blow them first, taking their first load in my mouth so that they’ll relax and be able to last longer for the second round.”

I winked at him, and this time it was his turn to blush.

“So,” he stammered. “You like that? I mean, letting a guy come in your mouth? My wife refused to let me finish that way. I’ve always thought that would be amazing.” He looked up at me with a sheepish grin.

“Well, we’ll have to put that on the list of things to do, won’t we?”

He nodded eagerly.

“I bet you’re tired of sitting on the floor my dear. Why don’t you come up and sit beside me?”

Bob dutifully got up, but I stopped him. “Lose the shorts, buddy. You’re not going to need those for the rest of the night.” He jumped up and yanked down his shorts. I could see he was already recovering nicely as he sat down beside me, not quite knowing what to do.

“Thanks for that amazing orgasm,” I whispered in his ear. I slithered my arm behind his head and swung my leg over his thighs, straddling him. I wrapped my arms behind his neck and kissed him slowly. We both moaned our pleasure as our tongues danced. I settled onto his lap while slowly grinding my hips against him. I thought of Steph squirming in Stan’s lap, and how hot that was. I wanted to be sure to give Bob the same treatment.

Bob ran his hands over the front of my shirt taking time playing with my boobs. Soon he gently unfastened the top button of my (his?) shirt. There was only one other one left, and the shirt fell open, exposing myself to him. His gaze told me he was enjoying the view, and I began to feel him hardening beneath me.

“Oh my, Bob,” I said. “You seem to be recovering quickly!”

“Let’s just say I’ve never been this motivated before.”

I squirmed in his lap again, this time feeling him harden significantly. He grew beneath me and soon I could feel his warm length pointing towards my asshole. As my juices coated him, the electricity jumped between us with every movement. I groaned again as my hips involuntarily rocked back and forth, dragging his hardening member between my lips.

“Fuck that feels good,” I panted in Bob’s ear. “Ugghhhhhnnnnghghhhh,”

I pushed myself away from him a bit and sucked in my tummy while rocking my hips forward. Bob’s tip slid up and caught right at my entrance. I froze, looking him directly in the eyes, which widened as his brain processed what I had done.

With agonizing slowness, I pulled myself forward an inch. His tip spread my opening, but he wasn’t inside yet. I pulled forward another inch allowing his throbbing head into my aching tunnel. I barely rocked back and forth, letting his tip slide in and out of my entrance. Feeling his hot cock head stretch me open and then slide inside was just exquisite! I’d rock back, letting him ooze out until my tightness clamped down, only to repeat the process.

I grabbed Bob’s face, making him look directly into my eyes as I pulled myself all the way onto his throbbing meat. I kept going until he was all the way inside me with our pubes mashed against each other.

“Oh fuck,” he exclaimed as he wrapped his arms around me and pinned me to his chest. Now it was his turn to rock his hips as he thrust deeply. His tip was hitting something really deep inside me and another orgasm started building somewhere in my loins.

“Oh Jesus, oh yes!” I cried. Every thrust brought me closer to another shattering orgasm and I couldn’t hold still another second. I frantically thrust my hips against him.

“Wait! Hold on! I don’t want to come yet,” he pleaded while squeezing me against his chest in a frantic attempt to hold me still. His strong arms around my waist was the last straw and I violently came again, my pussy spasming around him.

We gazed into each other’s soul, and suddenly his eyes widened as he grunted his release.

“Ugh, Ugh, Ugh!” he thrust into me on last time, lifting me off the couch. I could feel him swell inside me and then dump spurt after spurt deep into my cunt.

“Fuuuucccckk,” he sighed as we collapsed together back onto the sofa.

I giggled on his lap, using my muscles to make him spasm again and again.

“God damn, Lisa. That was the best sex I’ve ever had in my entire life!”

“No way, really?” I cocked my head and studied his face like the dog on the old RCA records my dad had stored in the attic.

“Oh, hell yeah! I mean, I loved my wife, but we’d fallen into quite the routine the last 10 years or so. And while Norma was in pretty good shape for her age, nobody could ever hold a candle to you my dear. You’ve truly given me a gift I would have never believed possible.”

“You are the sweetest man,” I said truthfully. “I really need to go, but anytime you’re up for no-netflix and chill you let me know!”

I gently raised myself up, unleashing a torrent of cum from my plundered sex. “Damn dude, impressive!” I winked at him, letting him know I really was impressed.

“Yeah, well let’s just say it’s been too long! Let’s get your clothes and send you home. I would obviously love your company anytime you’re willing.”

I got dressed and kissed him goodbye. Sneaking into our house I tip-toed to my room, falling instantly asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow.

The next morning, I woke up groggy and a bit unsure how much of last night had been a really good dream and how much had actually happened. I got up and went to the restroom. As soon as I sat down, the unmistakable smell of man juice wafted up to my nose. “Damn, slut! You smell like a whore,” I mumbled to myself. But that means it wasn’t a dream. And holy hell was that a crazy night! I showered and stumbled down the stairs for breakfast. Mom was already up, making biscuits and eggs and bacon. Suddenly I was famished!

“Good morning dear,” mom said cheerily. “Did you manage to help Bob with his problem last night?”

I about choked on my glass of orange juice! “Uh, yeah I’m pretty sure his main problem is gone. But I may need to go back a couple times to help finish off his, uh, other project.”

“What is he doing? I hear he’s got quite the home office setup.”

I smirked behind my glass. “Oh, just a bit of this and that. Mainly installing big things in small spaces.”

Mom looked at me with a puzzled look, but she didn’t say what she was thinking. Holy Hell, did she know? Did I still smell like Bob-splooge? I quietly leaned over and tried to smell my coochie. Hmmm, I couldn’t smell anything, but then again, a skunk can’t smell itself either. I made a mental note to power flush myself in the shower after the next time. How do prostitutes keep themselves from smelling like a pile of fermenting jizz? If I was going to keep this up it would be good to do some research.

I wolfed down breakfast and headed over to Stephanie’s. Today we were going to the mall together, and I don’t think she was going to let me out of her sight, lest I fuck some random loser behind a counter again. Actually, Andy was a sweetheart and I’d do him again given the chance. But this trip was about Steph and me. I resigned myself to be good.

We shopped and laughed and snacked our way from one end to the other. At the far end was a closed-up store with a booth in front of it. A squat older guy sat in a metal folding chair, staring at his phone. He was mostly bald, pale white and dressed like he just didn’t care anymore. We walked up to him and waited. He obviously didn’t realize we were there until Stephanie SMACKED the table with her hand. The dude jumped up so hard his knees hit the bottom of the card table, upending it along with all the flyers neatly laid out from end to end. He fell back down, but his butt only half caught the chair, sending it crashing back into the store’s glass security door. I couldn’t believe it didn’t shatter. He fell hard on his ass and sprawled across the floor.

“What the fuck, man?” He stumbled shakily to his feet. “Whoa,” he muttered as his eyes settled on us. We were admittedly dressed a bit sluttily. We loved to wear low-cut blouses and short skirts or filmy sun dresses in public. The appreciative stares we got from married dudes being dragged around the mall by their chubby wives made it all worthwhile. We figured if we were shopping for our enjoyment, why not BE the enjoyment for those who would never have the chance to fuck girls as young and hot as we were? Okay, that’s a bit stuck up, but it was actually true. And Bob’s appreciation the other night was a perfect example.

“Sorry ladies, I shouldn’t have said that,” he muttered.

We helped him pick up the flyers, which turned out to be various bands that would be at the county fair next week.

“Are you a scalper?” Steph held up a flyer to “Buggered”, a hysterical comedy and music group from Australia. They were fantastic, and I probably had everything they’d ever done.

“OMG! Do you have tickets to Buggered?” I squealed as Steph handed me the flyer.

“Oh, I don’t just have tickets, I have front row tickets with backstage passes. And if they like you, they may let you hang with the band at the after-party. But those tickets will cost you, ladies!”

I looked at Steph. She looked at me. We huddled for a moment.

“OMG! I can’t believe he has those!”

“Me neither!”

“I don’t have any money though,” Steph frowned. “How are we going to get those tickets?”

“Oh babe, I have something worth way more than money. I have something he can’t buy…”

Steph motioned discretely toward the open shop doors behind us with a questioning look on her face. I nodded and we stood up, facing dufus.

“So, how much are these tickets, anyway?”

“$200.”

“TWO HUNDRED DOLLARS?!? Are you crazy?”

“Ladies, they are 200 bucks EACH.”

“Oh,” we said in unison. We hung our heads in disappointment.

I walked up and stood close enough for him to smell my perfume, letting my scent fill his nostrils. I guess I’m blessed with excellent pheromones, because if can get close enough for a man to smell me I can pretty much get them to do whatever I want.

“Maybe, there’s, like, some other way to compensate you for the tickets?” I twirled a few strands of my hair around my finger. I knew he didn’t pay anywhere near that for them, and tomorrow night they’d be worth nothing. He was in a pinch, but I didn’t let on that I knew.

“What would you suggest, my dear,” he said with one eyebrow cocked. I could see he was trying to see if I was serious, and how far I’d go. With all negotiations, I planned on starting low.

“I’ll show you my tits. They’re very nice. You should see them!”

He looked at me like I was nuts.

“Oh hell no,” he said with a huff. “I can look at grown-up girls at a strip club for way less than what these tickets are worth. And they have other, uh, talents as well.”

He sneered at me like I wasn’t worthy of his time. I have to admit, the ‘grown-up girls’ comment really got my goat. I don’t know if it was intentional, but he nailed one of my hot buttons and I was determined to get him back.

“So, it would appear that the only way you get to look at naked girls is to pay them, huh?” Now it was my turn to cock an eyebrow at him. I could see him blush from across the table.

“No, that’s not what I meant,” he stammered.

“I bet the last time you saw a WOMAN (I heavily emphasized the word) my age naked was what, 20 years ago? Oh wait, you were probably a virgin until you were 30, right? Ring any bells?”

I stood there, hands on my hips, heavily leaning to one side. I knew it accentuated the flare of my hip. With nothing but a sun dress on, I know my nips were clearly visible and with the lights from the store behind me, I could about bet he was getting a lovely, shadowy view of my sex. Nothing like a little incentive program, huh?

“Oh sweetie, I’ve learned a thing or two. I’d tear that shit up and have both of you begging for more.”

I flat out laughed in his face. “Yeah, right!” I pointed at his face, and Steph laughed too.

“Ok,” I said with just a hint of disdain in my voice. “I tell you what. I’ll let you do more than look. And with more than just these luscious breasts.” I cupped one and tried to make them look as big as I could. With my other hand I slowly trailed my hand down over my stomach, along the curve of my hip to the hem of my dress. I lifted in with agonizing slowness, letting the hem bunch up in my hand. Any second now my freshly shaved womanhood was going to be exposed and I tucked my pointer finger between my lips, dragging it over my now-aching clit. I hated to admit it, but I was really turned on by the idea doing this fat, middle aged dude in the middle of the mall.

I dragged that finger up my stomach and slowly sucked it into my mouth. “Mmmm, I taste so good,” I whispered. “Would you like…” and with that I stuck my finger in his direction.

He swallowed hard, sweat beginning to bead up on his forehead. “You’d – you’d seriously let me fuck you for those tickets?”

“NOOOOOO!” I shrieked. I’ll let you touch me. IF you’re respectful and IF you’re good at it I might – MIGHT MIND YOU – let you use your tongue.” I lifted my hem again, this time far enough to get a glimpse of my freshly shaped landing strip.

“What about her?” He shoved a thumb in the general direction of Steph, who vigorously and undeniably shook her head in disgust.

“Someone needs to be the lookout, right? She’ll answer any questions if someone stops by and tell them you’re eating lunch.” I stuck my finger towards him again, holding it just out of reach while curling it in my best ‘come hither’ motion. I picked up one of the plastic chairs, slid the glass door open just enough to slide through into the empty store. Pudgy quickly followed.

“So, show me the tickets. I need to know you actually have them before I…” and I let my voice trail off, full of possibilities.

“Here,” he said, walking over to a briefcase leaning against the sliding glass wall. After a few seconds of digging, he pulled two tickets out of an envelope and waved them at me, much as I had waved my finger at him. “Told you I had them. Now, I think it’s time we find out if you’re for real or just a high-school cock-tease.”

I walked over to him – more like strutted actually – and leaned my shoulders back against the papered glass of the front of the store. I stared at the ceiling while running my fingers through my hair, letting it cascade in a waterfall of black silk across the front of my sun dress. With my thumbs I slowly slid the straps off my shoulders. I kept pulling my thumbs down until my dress straps were hanging almost to my knees. I could hear the intake of breath as he stared hungrily. With shaking hands, he parted my hair, exposing my dark nipples which were already at full mast.

“Damn,” he swore under his breath. “They really are spectacular.” His hands cupped my mounds, slowly feeling their softness. He leaned in, then stopped himself abruptly.

“Uh, may I?” he asked shakily.

I nodded. The fact that he asked first and was polite about it earned him the bonus of his dreams, though he didn’t know yet.

“Yes, as long as you’re gentle. Most men are way too rough.”

Pudgy leaned in and took one in his mouth, gently sucking my eraser-hard nipple. Electricity banged around my body and landed in two distinct places. I could feel myself getting wet from his attention and desire. It’s funny, but sometimes a guy’s overt horniness just turned me off like a switch and other times it was a compliment of the highest order. It really came down to the energy I felt. Was I being leered at like a piece of meat? Or was I being worshipped?

One hand circled around my waist and pulled me to him, the other trailed down my side, coming to rest on my hip. His thumb gently stroked along the edge of my sun dress. Back and forth across my tummy he went, so lightly I could barely feel it. What I did feel was the back of my dress easing down over my buttocks.

He knelt in front of me and his shirt caught the front of my dress and in a second it was bunched around my high heels on the floor. I was suddenly very naked in front of him.

“Fuuuuuuuck, you’re stunning,” Pudge whispered as he took in my body. His eyes roamed over my flesh in wonder. It wasn’t creepy at all which was a relief. I really wanted those tickets, but I didn’t want to feel like a whore when I was done, being used by some asshole to take something from me. If I gave it willingly, that was another matter altogether.

With his mouth free, both hands cupped my breasts and a trail of kisses were planted down over my quivering stomach. Ok, the guy really was pretty good at this and his intent was to GIVE pleasure as much as take it. I was pleased! We were going to get those tickets, and I was actually going to enjoy it instead of it just being transactional in nature.

Don’t get me wrong, I prefer to have a history and relationship with someone I sleep with. But there are times, like at the shoe store, where I was perfectly happy to give someone an experience they’ll never forget and sometimes I got nothing in return, other than the satisfaction of being a glorious memory in someone else’s mind for the rest of their lives. I found that sharing that kind of profound experience with someone was incredibly satisfying and the good karma didn’t hurt either.

His lip’s decent slowed as he approached the top of my landing strip and he thoroughly wet it with his tongue before venturing south. I leaned back against the glass and spread my legs giving him better access. My fingers wrapped around the back of his head, encouraging more contact. When his tongue hit my clit I about came right then and there! I thrust myself at him and his long tongue flicked all the way back to my soaking entrance. One long pull across my flesh and I came violently, crushing myself against his face.

“OH! JESUS,” I cried as my thighs shook with the adrenaline release. I held on for a bit as my heart rate slowed to a more normal pace. I let go of his neck and he grinned up at me.

“Not to brag, but I did tell you, didn’t I?”

Steph stuck her head in through the crack in the store front. “Everything ok in here?”

“Fuck yes, I’m ok. And soon, this amazing man will be too. Give me a few more minutes, k?”

She winked at me and slid the door shut behind her.

“You deserve a treat, kind sir. Here, stand up for a minute.” With that I grabbed his belt, undid it quickly and yanked his underwear down with his khakis. He wasn’t huge, but he was hard as steel and long enough for what I had planned.

“Sit down,” I commanded. No sooner had his butt hit the seat but I dropped to my knees and was on him, sucking his cock into my mouth as far as I could get it.

“Oh shit,” he gasped as my tongue attacked the head of his cock. I bobbed and swirled until I could feel his breath take on that ragged edge that meant he was close.

“Don’t you fucking dare,” I said sternly. With that I jumped onto his lap, throwing my arms around his neck again and kissing him hard and fast. I could feel him throbbing between my folds. My hips rocked back and forth in his lap, dragging his sensitive tip across my aching slit and clit. A slight tilt of my hips and he sheathed himself in my dripping sex.

Frantically I hammered my hips back and forth in his lap and in 8 or 10 strokes he came violently, deep inside me. The first blast hit me square in the cervix and in an instant came again.

I had to mash my palm down over his mouth to keep him from letting the whole mall know he’d just fulfilled a life-long fantasy. When he calmed down, I lifted my hand and laid my forehead against his.

“Thanks for the tickets, man.” With that I lifted myself off him and a huge torrent of cum flooded out of me onto the bare plastic of the chair seat. “Impressive dude!” I winked at him, realizing I’d said that more than once or twice in the last few weeks, then fished through his briefcase until I found the right tickets and bailed through the sliding glass doors. “Nice doing business with you.”

Steph raised her eyebrows at me but said nothing on our drive back to her place. Once we got there, we opened a bottle of wine and plopped down on the couch.

“So,” Steph said inquisitively, “Why do you let men take advantage of you like that? This dude, the shoe store guy? I’m not judging, but doesn’t it make you feel, you know, icky when you’re done?”

I about spewed merlot all over her carpet. “Icky?!?” I laughed at her. “No, not really. Here’s the deal. I know that almost all men want us, dream about us, lust after us. They want to experience something that is just never going to happen. I mean, come on – we can have pretty much anybody, so why would we let them, you know, have us? Young, hot women are just never going to fuck some random loser, or some old fat dude. So now I have the power, I have the control. I can give them an experience they’ll never have again, and one that they will relish and remember for the rest of their lives. I was the one; I was the hottie that stepped out of their fantasies and gave them something special, something unique.”

Steph swirled the wine around in her glass for a moment. “But they’re so, uh GROSS, you know? How can you let someone like that into your body? I’d just be way too grossed out to enjoy it. But you seem to able to. How do you wrap your mind around it?”

“Well if I feel like that, I don’t do it. But like I said, it is more about you giving something to someone who otherwise would never be able to get it. So, have you ever donated clothing to a charity? Or given money to a homeless person or a women’s shelter?”

“Yeah.”

“And what do YOU get out of that?”

“Well, nothing tangible. But I see where you’re going with this. You do it because it can make you feel good emotionally, not physically.”

“You got it. It’s like that, kinda. And occasionally you run into goth-dude at the mall or someone like Stan who’s hung like a HORSE or this guy who is just so sweet and appreciative that his amazing tongue game was just a bonus.”

“Ok, I think I understand a bit better. Not sure I could do that, but I love your stories and listening to that guy come inside you in an empty store in the middle of the mall was HOT! Damn, you’re getting me all hot and bothered dear. We may have to go visit Stan again tomorrow.”

I grinned like a wolf. Steph was loosening up nicely. And I know Stan would love another shot at the two of us. Maybe after the concert we’d drop by or go see him Sunday. I was still planning our next get-together when sleep overtook me.

The rest of the week dragged by, as time only can when you have something big planned for the weekend. Our Buggered concert was Saturday night! We stopped at the mall to accessorize our outfits for the show and Steph found some really cute shoes to go with her black mini-skirt and white blouse. The shoes were super-sparkly and would shine like diamonds in the bright lights surrounding the stage. I settled on a white mini-skirt and a leopard print top that was so sheer I was sure my nipples would be in plain sight. Surprisingly with the pattern it wasn’t that obvious. A black pushup bra and jewelry along with classic black fuck-me pumps rounded out my look.

We were walking past the shoe store and Andy was standing with the group of girls that had about walked in on our back-room escapades a couple weeks ago. He’d cut his hair, gotten rid of his silly makeup and was actually pretty good looking now. He was totally chatting up one of them, his arm loosely around her waist, when another girl in the group saw me walk by.

“OMG, isn’t that the girl that Andy did in the storeroom?” They turned in unison to stare at me. Judgmental bitches! I know they were totally checking out the competition. With them all looking at me, Andy had time to mouth “Thank you!” and give me a sly thumbs-up. He was grinning like an idiot and I figured I’d improved his sex life a million percent with my comment on the way out of the store. I smiled at Steph and took her arm as we sauntered away from the scene of the crime giggling loudly.

“I bet that boy is hip-deep in high-school pussy,” I smirked.

“Looks like you’ve given him the gift that keeps on giving, huh?”

“That’s me! Spreading my love all across the city. Wait, that sounds pretty bad doesn’t it? Holy shit, am I a ho?!?” I contemplated the meaning and referenced it against my behavior. Uh oh…

“Steph, you know I have a pretty crazy sex life. I mean, you’re my best friend and I tell you everything. But do you think I’m a ho? Or that I’m loose or a slut or easy or whatever? I mean seriously. Do you think less of me because I’m promiscuous?”

“Well on the surface, I’ve never heard of anyone who has as much and varied sex as you do. Young, old, guys, girls – you’ll fuck anybody, but only in a good way!”

She laughed as she continued. But I don’t think less of you. If you let any guy screw you and you let guys use your body because you didn’t have the self-esteem to feel valuable without giving it up, yeah, that would be a problem. But NOBODY takes advantage of you. You are always in control and you give yourself only if it suits you and if they’re respectful of you as a person and as a woman. In that way I really look up to you ’cause you’re always in control. And damn you have a lot of great sex! I’d love to learn to open up and just be with different guys merely for the experience. You know I’ve only been with a couple dudes, and of course Stan was by far the best I’ve ever dreamed of! Speaking of which, my kitty would love a re-match.”

“I was just thinking of that too! Let’s go see Stan after the concert. I bet he won’t mind one bit.”

The night of the concert finally arrived, and we were dressed to the ‘nines’. Or maybe Steph was dressed to the sixes and I was dressed to the nines. We were both hoping for some sixty-nine action later. We’d already decided that if we got invited back to the party, we were going to put on quite the show for the band.

We fought our way to our seats, and they were dead center stage, so close we could have hopped up on it if we wanted to. The bouncers made sure we didn’t though. They were both pretty hot and we flirted with them mercilessly. If they were part of the party – who knows what would happen? Steph and I were definitely going to make someone’s night as all the dancing and grinding had us both tightly wound and horny as hell.

The lead singer made eye contact with us a bunch and at one point Steph and I were making out for him and he said to the crowd “Hey ladies, save some for me, ok?” A camera pointed at us and we kissed long and slowly for everyone to see. The whole place erupted and for the first time I understood why people want to be in the spotlight. I’d have fucked him and Steph at the same time on stage if I could have. Damn, what a rush!

All too soon the show was over. The band manager came on and said “Ok everyone! Time to announce the winners of the backstage passes – and it’s our two horny ladies right here! He pointed at us, the cameras swooped in and he held out his hands to pull us up on stage. The house lights came up as Steph and I grabbed each other’s hands and raised them above our heads in victory. Holy SHIT! As we turned around, we could see the entire stadium and there were thousands and thousands of people staring at us.

“KISS! KISS! KISS!” The crowd started chanting.

The lead singer sauntered over and took the mike from the announcer. “So, ladies? You ready for round two?”

I turned to Steph and took her face in my hands. The cameraman stepped in close, so he was just a few feet away and as I leaned in for the kiss he zoomed in on our lips. I slowly pulled her to me until our bodies were finally touching and our tongues found each other. Steph moaned into my mouth and only then did I realize the lead singer had stuffed the microphone almost against our cheeks. Her sigh and our labored breathing filled the auditorium and the crowd went absolutely crazy!

After a long, delicate kiss we breathlessly parted and the singer grabbed both of our hands and led us offstage. We waved to the wildly cheering crowds as we made our way through the tangle of instruments and patch cords that connected everything together.

He led us down the hall without a word and into one of the dressing rooms. It was actually quite a nice suite with a separate bedroom, bath and living room. There were already people milling about, making drinks and stuffing their faces from a seafood buffet that had been laid out for them. Champagne flowed as everyone celebrated the end of a great show.

Finally, our host (captor?) turned to us. “That was one helluva spectacle you two put on for everyone! Thanks for a perfect ending to the show. I’m Tim.”

I blushed and looked meekly at the floor. “Thanks,” I said. I lifted my head slightly, gazing at him through strands of my hair. I bit my lip on one side, knowing that drove men crazy. I could see the lust flare in his eyes. This was going to be fun!

Steph blurted out, “Oh My God! We’ve been huge fans of yours forever. Thanks for having us!”

A couple of the band members burst out laughing. The drummer, a lanky blonde dude that looked like he was 12 quipped “Oh no, thank YOU for letting us have YOU!” He looked at Steph with a smirk. He was definitely a taker. Someone who would use you and then toss you aside like a piece of trash. Steph sensed it too.

“Why don’t you come sit on my lap for a bit and we’ll see what comes up,” he said with his voice dripping with condescension.

“Oh my, that sounds great and all, but I only date men.”

The room erupted in laughter and drummer boy turned an impressive shade of crimson.

“So,” Tim laughed. “Steph’s got quite the mouth on her.”

I was shocked when Steph replied, “Oh trust me, you have no idea!” but then I remembered how much she enjoyed slobbering all over Stan’s enormous meat. “But Lisa’s the one with the incredible tongue. Here, let me show you.”

And I’ll be damned if she didn’t slink over to me and with both hands on her shoulders, encourage me to kneel in front of her. I did, and she pulled up her short skirt and pulled my face onto her soaking panties. Man, was she turned on! The room erupted in hoots and hollers as I rubbed my nose across her silken thong, nuzzling her steaming slit through the filmy fabric. Steph shuddered and gazed down at me. “Make it good,” she whispered to me. And with that she pulled aside her thong giving me full access. I slowly ran my fingers across her lips and then shoved three fingers all the way into her and dive-bombed her swollen clit. Steph shrieked in surprise and came right then and there. It didn’t take 30 seconds.

One of the guitarists had stepped in behind her and wrapped his arms around her chest, slowly fondling her boobs. When her orgasm hit, she thrust her head back against his shoulder and collapsed into his arms. I stood up, wiped my face on my arm and then raised it high above my head, twirling for the room like a ballerina. Someone handed me a flute of champagne which I chugged, followed by another. Tim grabbed me around my waist and pulled me close.

“I’d love to experience that tongue,” he whispered.

“You may just get the shot,” I said silkenly. “But right now, I need some food.”

With that I wandered over to the buffet and filled my plate with crab, lobster and shrimp. It all looked so good, and I was ravished! Wait, that was coming later. Right now I was just hungry.

I sat down next to Steph, who was still leaning on the shoulder of guitar-guy with a silly grin on her face. Tim sat down next to me and we chatted for a bit while I chowed down on seafood and champagne. I could feel a really good buzz building when this young blonde woman caught me checking her out from across the room. She giggled and turned to the girl sitting next to her before making her way across the room.

“Hi, I’m Amy,” she said nervously. “I’ve uh, always wanted to experience something like that,” she said sheepishly, glancing at Steph. “And I want to return the favor as well, I think.” She blushed fiercely.

Her blond hair hung down across her shoulders in curls and her red lipstick and makeup were just perfect. She was as skinny as a boy, but dang was she cute!

“Hi Amy! I think tonight is your night!” I tossed a pillow down on the floor. “Lie down right here my dear. Heaven is waiting!”

The room cheered and jeered as I stood up and gently lowered her to the floor. Her tight black skirt bunched up around her thighs, exposing bright red lace panties. I knelt between her knees and ran my fingertips gently up and down her thighs. As I did, my own skirt rode up exposing my bare pussy to the rest of the room. I grabbed her panties with my teeth and pulled them off, letting the whole room see what I was doing. When I finally got them over her shoes the room went wild. I stuffed them into Tim’s mouth on the couch and went back to work. My kisses left a trail of moisture down her quivering flesh. When I got close to her outer labia I slowed down, gently licking the junction between her lips and her thigh. Amy squirmed on the floor, rolling her hips around desperately wanting for more direct stimulation. I finally gave in, flattened my tongue and dragged it across her aching sex.

“Oh GOD DAMN that feels amazing,” she hissed between clenched teeth. “Please, please don’t stop. I’m so close…”

So of course, I stopped.

At that moment I felt someone kneel between my legs and slowly rub an impressively large cock up and down my aching sex. God, I was so wet I was dripping on the floor. Whoever it was grabbed my hips and impaled me in one long stroke.

“UGH!” I panted as his balls pressed against my clit. I could feel him flex his hips, driving every last millimeter inside me as his massive tip stretched my tunnel almost to the point of pain. Withdrawing quickly, he slammed back home, eliciting another grunt from me. I pushed back against his thrusts, encouraging him to go as hard as he liked.

I’d forgotten about Amy, who I’d left teetering on the edge of a massive orgasm. Her frantic moans set everyone in the room on fire and you could feel the sexual tension about to boil over. Ever so slowly I returned to licking her, pausing agonizingly between licks. Amy gasped with each pass over her swollen clit and finally grabbed my head and frantically ground herself against my face until she shrieked in triumph as she came all over my face. I continued to nuzzle her, sending after-shocks ricocheting around in her body.

I looked back expecting to find Tim, but he was still on the couch, intently watching the scene before him. I looked up and didn’t recognize the guy pounding me, but he felt so damn good I no longer cared. It was my turn to come. I reached back between my legs and wrapped my hand around the cock sliding in and out of me, but my fingers didn’t reach all the way around it.

“Fuck dude,” I moaned appreciatively.

“You like that, you little slut?”

My desire turned to rage, and I reached further back and grabbed his balls, squeezing tightly until he cried out in pain.

“What the fuck did you just call me,” I seethed. “Do you want to keep these? You’d better fucking apologize, or I’ll rip these off you right fucking now.”

“I’m…I’m sorry! I’m sorry!”

“Now get the fuck out of my sight and don’t touch me again – ever.”

He pulled out slowly, and it felt so good I about changed my mind. But I wanted to make a point.

I swung my gaze around the room, making eye contact with everyone. “All of us women are here voluntarily. We are not sluts, whores, skanks or prostitutes. Treat us like goddesses and you’ll have a night you’ll remember for the rest of your lives. Disrespect us or touch us without asking first and we’ll rip your balls off and choke you to death with them. Understand?”

I glared around the room again at each and every one of them.

Suddenly I smiled and said “Ok then. Now, back to our regularly scheduled program!” I lowered myself to the floor on my back.

“Steph, Amy said she wanted to learn how to please a woman. Why don’t you show her?”

I grabbed my ankles and pulled my legs apart. My martial arts training kept me very limber, and soon my legs were straight out in a perfect ‘split’. I could feel myself opening up, my lips glistening with my desire.

Steph motioned for Amy to join her on the floor and soon I could feel their warm breath hovering above my sex.

“Do you remember how agonizing it was, waiting for her to touch you?” Steph dragged her fingernail from my puckered ass to my clit.

“Ohhh, God,” I moaned.

“Yes,” she whispered.

I could feel Amy’s fingers shakily touch me for the first time. She ran a fingertip up my slit, first on one lip and then on the other. My thighs shook with adrenaline and anticipation.

“Have you ever touched another woman here,” Steph asked.

“No, never.”

“It’s amazing, isn’t it? Knowing you have that kind of power and control over someone?”

“Yes it is. I can’t believe what a turn on it is!”

Steph leaned in and kissed my lips, letting her tongue wander over and around my sex.

I threw my head back and moaned deeply.

“May I join this party?” Tim knelt between Steph’s legs and paused, waiting for permission, but I could see his raging cock pointed directly at Steph’s pussy. She nodded her approval.

I have to admit, I was a little jealous, as I’d really planned on giving myself to Tim and kind of assumed that we were going to be a ‘thing’ for the night. But I wasn’t going to spoil this for Steph by being possessive. I hated girls like that! I’d get with him later.

“I’d like to join too, if I may.” One of the roadies whom I’d not seen before knelt behind Amy.

She looked over her shoulder and said “Hi George! You certainly may. Long and slow, just like I like it okay?”

“You got it baby.”

With that, the men grabbed their partner’s hips and pulled themselves into each girl’s sex. Steph and Amy kissed each other hungrily as they worked me over with their fingers.

Soon gasps, moaning and the slapping sounds of sex filled the room. Amy dove in and licked me hungrily as Andy’s thrusts repeatedly pushed her face onto me. Steph licked here and there as she could, then decided to work over my aching nipples with her tongue.

I groaned in ecstasy as an overwhelming orgasm slowly built inside me. Amy gently worked a finger inside me, and I moaned for her to add another one. Soon she had three buried deeply and when she started stroking me with a ‘come hither’ motion it became more than I could take.

“Fuuuuuck!” I exclaimed as my brain exploded with pleasure. I clamped Amy’s head between my thighs and held Steph’s lips to my breast as I wound down, my body jerking in endorphin release. I sighed and climbed up onto the couch with a silly grin on my face.

“Somebody needs to bring me some champagne,” I said dreamily.

“I’d love to help but we are busy taking boyfriend applications,” laughed Steph. She grunted as Tim and Andy plowed them from behind. “Maybe someone else could help?”

“I’ll – I’ll get you some,” said a shy blonde kid. He’d been sitting in the corner, too terrified to make a move, but too turned on to look away. He had his cock out and was stroking himself.

“H…Here you go.” His hand shook as he held out the glass. His cock waved with every beat of his heart. While not huge, he was hard and ready.

“Are you old enough to be handling alcohol young man?” I said with mock sternness.

“I’m 18! So yeah, in this state I’m legal,” he retorted while hungrily eyeing my naked form. His look was defiant, but he blushed fiercely.

His gaze made me feel like a movie star, like he felt I was way out of his league. It was adorable and I figured I might as well give him something to remember.

“Would you like to touch me,” I asked, gazing directly into his eyes.

I really wasn’t that turned on by him, but I knew by the way he eyed me hungrily that he’d remember this night for the rest of his life. Sometimes, I figured it was ok for guys to use my body. Or for me to use my body to make men happy. I’d definitely not thought I was going to enjoy the guy at the mall, but I know he’d jerk off to that encounter until the end of his days. Thinking of him in his 80s, telling his cronies in rocking chairs about this hot little Asian minx that fucked him for some concert tickets was just too much fun to pass up. And THAT encounter led to THIS one. Time to take one for the team.

“Oh man, are you kidding? I’d be honored!” He hesitantly reached out and grabbed my breast, squeezing roughly.

“Ow!” I squealed. “Go easy big boy! Touch me like you want your balls touched. Would it feel good if I did that to your testicles?”

“Sorry! Sorry!” He blushed again and I thought he might cry. He must have felt like he’d blown his golden opportunity.

“Tell you what, I’ll let you make it up to you. Have you ever gone down on a woman before?”

Another wave of crimson washed over his face. “No, I’ve never, uh, done that.”

“This is something you need to learn. Pay attention because a man who is great at this will reap huge rewards!”

I encouraged him to kneel in front of me. I skootched my butt over the edge of the couch and let my heels rest on his back. He looked up at me, unsure what to do.

“Here, give me your hand. Take these two fingers and GENTLY insert them, like this.”

I guided his hand, slipping his middle fingers inside. “If you don’t slide in this easily, she’s not ready yet.”

“What do I do to make her ready?”

“I’m glad you asked! You gently lick her pussy, up and down, round and round. The most sensitive place is right here.” I pulled my lips apart with one hand and gently rubbed my clit with my index finger. “Do that with your tongue.”

He did, and damned if he didn’t immediately get it. His tongue sent lightning bolts through me and my thighs quivered involuntarily.

“I’ll be DAAAAMMMNED,” I whispered as I came on his tongue. I never even got to tell him to wiggle his fingers.

“You are an excellent student, and you deserve a reward. Come up here and kiss me.”

He did, and just as I hoped his cock slid right up to my entrance. I still had my legs around him and with one pull buried him in me.

“Oh fuck!” he gasped. “Is that? Are you okay with…?”

“I told you, you earned a reward, didn’t I? Welcome to your reward!” I twirled my hips around, letting his tip slide deliciously around the walls of my cunt.

I pushed his hips back and then pulled him into me again with my legs. In an instant his hips started thrusting, building to a frenzied pace. His face was contorted, and his mind was definitely off somewhere else. I was quickly becoming a piece of meat.

“Slow down buddy! You’re going to overheat and blow a gasket or something. I want this to last, don’t you?”

His gaze returned from wherever he was. “Sorry, did I hurt you?”

“No sweetie, you didn’t hurt me. But unless you want this to be over in 30 seconds you need to learn to control yourself. Sometimes a woman likes to make it last, you know?”

I grabbed his face in my hands and slowly kissed him, gently encouraging him to start thrusting again. Somewhere in front of us Amy grunted in pleasure as Andy pounded her from behind. He finally bellowed and came, collapsing on Amy’s back. Her legs gave way and she oozed to the floor with Andy still hard inside her. They giggled and whispered to each other as they wound down. Eventually they got up and staggered to the showers. Minutes later Tim quickened his pace until Steph was screaming through another orgasm. Soon after he yanked back and and blew his load all over her back. We all hooted and hollered in approval.

My blonde kid’s thrusting became frantic again, and I slowed him down, trying to keep him from boiling over. I gazed into his eyes and milked his cock with my pc muscles. His eyes widened and over the edge he went, grunting heavily as his cock swelled and spewed it’s load deep in my pulsing pussy. He fell against me, panting heavily with his head on my shoulder.

“Wow, that was amazing! Thank you,” he whispered.

“So, I have to ask, was that your first time my dear?”

“How…how did you know?”

“Just an educated guess. Good news, it gets better with practice! Do you like to practice?”

“Oh, hell yes,” he said enthusiastically. He started to harden again inside me.

“Good. I’m a little sore now, but let’s flip through the shower and then I have another treat for you.”

We did and I motioned for him to sit on the couch like I had earlier. I motioned for Amy to join me and together we kneeled in front of him. As soon as he knew what was happening his cock swelled to life, throbbing in the air with his anticipation. I turned Amy’s face towards mine and kissed her hungrily, my hand in her hair encouraging her to slowly lower our faces towards the kid’s cock.

Just to tease him, we stopped our decent just as our lips touched his tip. Occasionally one of our tongues would snake out and lick his straining flesh before returning to our mouths. He grabbed our heads and tried to thrust between our lips but every time he did, we’d raise just out of reach. Eventually we gave in and let him slip between us. We kissed and licked up and down his shaft until Amy tilted her head and took him in her mouth, slowly impaling her face. When her nose hit his pubes, he shoved her head down, grunted and came violently. So violently that it completely took Amy by surprise.

“Mpmph!” She tried to lift her head, but she was held tight. “AAAACK!” Amy coughed violently and semen spewed out of her nose. Finally, he let go and she yanked her head up, but he kept coming, firing jet after jet onto her face and hair.

“Jesus dude, I could have drowned! You gotta warn a girl before unleashing a load like that!”

“Hello, now you know how my pussy feels,” I laughed. “Be glad it was his second load and not his first one! I’ve still got that stuff dripping out of me!”

Everyone laughed, clapping Amy on the back.

“Yeah,” Tim laughed. We probably should have warned you about him. He comes like pony!”

There was lots more sex, with most of us staying at it until early morning. Finally, Steph and I showered, said our goodbyes and waddled slowly back to her car.

“As soon as we get home, we need to see where their next concert is,” I said wickedly.

“You’re the BEST,” Steph squealed.

As soon as we got back to her place we stripped and fell into bed, and the last thing I remember was feeling her warm naked body snuggled up against mine…

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He grunted and held my hips down hard, blowing his load deep inside me. That was all I needed to take me over the edge, and I came violently all over his belly. I collapsed on his hairy chest and we both just laid there trying unsuccessfully to catch our breath.

“Jesus girl, what the hell is a gorgeous young thing like you doing with a fat old ugly fart like me?”

Stan was right – he was old, fat and ugly. But he was without question the most amazing lover I’d ever had. Talented, gentle, attentive, open-minded – Stan was the consummate lover. And FUCK, was he hung! I don’t know how long he was, but it was his girth that really set me off. This was his 62nd birthday present, or rather, I was. I’d told him I wanted to do something special for him and I was well on my way towards keeping my promise. I’d brought him home-made Chinese food from my mother (I might have insinuated I was going to Stephanie’s for the weekend. Pretty sure she wouldn’t want her 22-year-old daughter spending the weekend fucking a huge old dude), and a series of outfits from Victoria’s Secret. I have to say the white lace on my mocha-colored skin made poor old Stan’s eyes about bug out of his face when I seductively slid my sundress down onto his living room floor.

I reluctantly lifted myself off his chest, though I kept his now-softening manhood inside me. “Really Stan?” I said, pouting and planting my hands on my hips. “Any girl would be honored to be with you! But don’t let anybody know what a catch you are. I want to keep you my own little secret!”

“Little?” he replied. “There’s NOTHING little about me my dear.” Stan flexed his hips ever so slightly, sending shivers through my entire body.

I could feel him hardening again. It was the most amazing feeling! After stretching me almost to the point of ripping me in half and dumping a bucket of cum in me, he’d slowly softened to the point that I almost couldn’t feel him anymore. Now, with his wonderful cock refilling with blood, the warmth and hardness slowly slid into my consciousness again. I slid down his torso a bit, making sure he wouldn’t slip out. His swelling stretched me more and more until it hurt so good, I couldn’t decide if I wanted more, or if one additional fraction of an inch would tear me asunder.

“Ugh, you’re so fucking big,” I groaned as I ran my fingers through my long black hair. My hips started rocking back and forth of their own accord forcing his tip to slide back and forth against the far end of my vagina. My lips were stretched tight around him, forcing my clit almost straight out from my body, begging to be stroked. I locked my gaze onto Stan’s eyes as I slid my fingers slid down the sides of my face, over my perky b-cup breasts and down over my quivering stomach. I pushed hard against my abdomen and could easily feel him inside me. I rubbed my belly, rubbing his tip through my stomach wall. It was the most amazing feeling, rubbing him inside me like that! Slowly I worked my way south until my fingertips were lightly brushing the very tip of my engorged clit. It was like an electric shock with every pass and groans and gasps escaped my lips as my hips quickened their pace.

“Play with my nipples, Stan,” I cooed. He obliged, dragging the backs of his fingers across my rock-hard nips.

“OH God, that feels so good baby,” I cried softly as my pace increased. By now my fingers were firmly circling my clit, the other hand back in my hair. I pulled my head back and Stan gently wrapped his huge hand around my delicate neck.

Without warning he thrust his hips up, driving every inch into me. I cried out and came again, thighs and chest shaking with its intensity. After a few more minutes I eased myself off Stan and went to the restroom, leaking Stan-juice all the way across his master bath. After a quick pee, I got dressed, kissed him passionately goodbye and headed over to the mall to meet up with Stephanie so we could get our stories straight. One thing I wasn’t doing – was walking straight! Man, was my pussy swollen and sore – although in a good way. Stephanie just laughed as she watched me waddle up to her table in the food court.

“OMG girl! You’ve GOT to learn to hide it better than that. Every guy in this place is watching you with debauchery on their mind.”

I blushed and looked at the table. Eventually, I made eye contact with her and we just burst out laughing.

“Come on, was it really that good?”

“Jesus Stephanie, I can’t even explain how good it was. You really should try some for yourself!”

“Yeah, right!”

“No sweetie, I’m serious. You should totally do him! I’ve never been with anyone like Stan.”

“What?!? Are you crazy?”

“Oh hell no, I’m serious. It’s Stan’s birthday today. You should be my 2nd present to him!”

“Wait, you’d seriously let me fuck your man? Why would you do that?”

“Because I love him, silly. And you. And you’d make him really happy. And then he’d make me really happy and buy me nice things and take me to nice places. Duh!”

“So, I suck your man’s dick and let him fuck me, and YOU get all the presents?”

“Oh sweetie, you’ll send me Christmas cards for letting you have some of Stan. Trust me.”

“He’s really that good huh?”

“Yeah, he really is! But he’s pretty big, so I’ll tell him to only give you the first 8 inches or so.” I winked at her and then grinned like the Cheshire Cat.

“Uhhhh,” Stephanie stuttered. “You’re joking right?”

“Nope, serious as a heart attack. Which you might have the first time he sinks his meat into you. Come on! Just let me take you over there and say hi to him. No pressure if you’re not ready.”

“Oohhhhhh…” I could tell she was seriously conflicted. And seriously considering it. “Ohh, ooooh, ok, OK! I’ll just meet him today.”

“Yay!” I jumped up and down and clapped my hands. Several people in the food court looked at us with cocked eyebrows. One young stud just stared at me, the fire in his eyes betraying his thoughts. I locked my eyes directly on his and slowly rolled my hips around like a dancer without losing our eye contact. His boner stuck out in his basketball trunks and I swear he was drooling slightly. I knew he was going to fantasize about me tonight, wishing he could drive himself into me until he shot his load deep inside. Yeah, probably in just 3 or 4 thrusts. This is why I didn’t mess with boys my age. No self-control. I rolled my eyes at him and grabbed Steph’s arm, leading her towards the car.

In no time I was ringing Stan’s doorbell, hoping later he’d be ringing mine again. I blushed just a little bit while images and thoughts from this morning careened around in my head. Heat slowly crept into my nether regions, filling my belly with luscious heat.

“Hey dear,” Stan said as he opened the door. “What are you doing…Oh! Well hello there, who might you be?” He discretely looked Stephanie up and down, drinking her in with his eyes. I could see the glimmer of hope starting to rise in his eyes and a glimmer of something else hardening in his pants.

“Sorry to stop in unannounced, but I was telling Stephanie about you, and… she uh, wanted proof that you weren’t a figment of my imagination. Can we come in for a drink? A stiff one,” I said with a wink that wasn’t lost on Stan.

“Of course, you can! It’s a little early to start drinking, but I’m game if you ladies are.”

Stephanie blushed and took Stan’s hand. His meaty hand completely engulfed Steph’s. “Do you have anything harder than beer? Oh my, THAT didn’t come out right!”

“I do indeed have something harder than beer, Stephanie.” Stan looked at me with an inquisitive look. I know he was trying to figure out what was going on here. I relished his anxiousness to find out.

“Let’s start with some Lemon Drops, ok?” Stan headed for the bar.

“Jeez buddy, we don’t want to KILL her,” I said with mock concern. In fact, I was a bit concerned. I needed her to be awake and able to make rational decisions. A couple of Stan’s Lemon Drops and who knows what the fuck would go down? Ok, probably me, but that was a given.

Stephanie and I sat on the couch in the living room and waited for our drinks. In a few minutes, he arrived with lemon drops for all of us and sat down next to Steph. We chatted for a bit, and soon I could feel the effects of the alcohol seeping into my brain. And a few other places. The warmth spread throughout my body, and I know Steph was feeling it too. She snuggled up next to me and started slowly running her fingertips up and down my thigh. God, it was like electricity was jumping between us. I moaned softly and pulled her close.

Nuzzling into the crook of her neck, I softly brushed my lips across her collarbone. Her sharp intake of breath told me she was as hot as I was. Stephanie moaned low in her throat.

I inhaled deeply. “You smell amazing girl, what are you wearing?”

“Just shampoo and desire, baby.”

“You wear it well. Makes me want to…” With that, I wrapped my arms around her neck and just brushed my lips across her cheek. We’d actually never done anything like this before, so I inched my face away from hers and looked into her eyes, waiting to get a sign if she was ok with what was happening. I leaned into her again, planning on teasing her again. Steph ran her fingers behind my head and pulled me to her, crushing her lips against mine. Soon our hands were roaming all over each other and we were both wearing too much.

I slid my hands down Steph’s sides and pulled at the hem of her T-shirt, slowly lifting it upwards. Turning her shirt inside out, I stopped with my hands above her, leaving just her head inside. Without letting go, I kissed her again on the front of her collarbone and eased my lips down her heaving breast until my wandering tongue slowly circled her rock-hard nipple.

“Fuck Lisa, why didn’t you tell me girls are so much better at this than boys?”

“Mrrph,” was all I could get out. My hand found her knee and gently made my way up her thigh until my fingers snuck under the edge of her jogging shorts and were firmly planted along the crease between her thigh and her outer labia.

“Ohhh, God, don’t stop,” she moaned.

Gently, I ran my fingers along her outer lips, teasing her, torturing her. Steph squirmed, trying desperately to get my fingers onto her clit but I evaded her advances. Breaking our kiss, I slid down onto the carpet and slunk between her knees, planting kisses over the tops of her thighs before encouraging their separation. I grabbed her feet and pulled them together, then lifted them onto the couch which splayed her knees far apart. My advances continued until my tongue slid alongside the hem of her now soaking shorts. Fingers deftly pulled the fabric aside and I gazed at her delicate folds. She was freshly shaven, and her heat radiated onto my face. Flattening my tongue, I dragged it from her taint to her clit before extending the tip and dragging it south. She grabbed two fistfuls of hair and panted greedily. I tilted my head to watch her face when she suddenly got this shocked look on her face and just stopped and stared at something behind me.

An instant later I knew what it was. Stan had silently gotten off the couch and knelt behind me. He yanked my skirt up over my ass and my panties down around my knees. I was so turned on he didn’t even have to rub around to spread my wetness over him like he normally did. His tip centered at my entrance and in one long, slow thrust I was stuffed completely full.

“Fuuuuuuuck,” I moaned, my tongue still tracing delicate lines up and down Steph’s lips.

Stan’s thrust pushed me hard into Steph’s crotch, so I pulled her panties aside and just dove in. I flicked my tongue side to side across the top of her clitoral hood, eliciting a shocked gasp. She slid further down on the couch, giving me deeper access. I lifted my hand off the carpet and slid two fingers up and down her soaking cleft before tracing lazy circles against her entrance.

Stan had held still long enough and withdrew slowly before refilling me with his enormity. Again, he withdrew and impaled me. This angle allowed extremely deep penetration and his tip was rearranging my organs with every thrust. It was almost painful – but just shy enough that I wanted it again. I reared back against him, making sure I got every inch.

One more thrust and I exploded in orgasm, shrieking in ecstasy as my pussy convulsed around my intruder. Stan, feeling my contractions grabbed my hips and pounded me silly, quickly ramping up and unloading a torrent inside me. I drove my fingers deep into Steph and curled them back towards me, wiggling them against her front wall. She moaned low in her throat and ran her fingers down onto her stomach, pushing deeply until she could feel my fingers wriggling inside her.

“Oh! Oh! OOOOHHHHHH!”, she cried as her orgasm overwhelmed her. Her legs clamped shut, trapping my digits deep inside. I let her wind down slowly, and Stan slowly softened and slid out. Even going soft, he hung down most of the length of his thigh.

“Jesus girl, did that whole thing fit inside you?” I could see she was staring underneath me at the meat I’d just accepted.

“Yes indeed! And I loved every inch, didn’t I dear?”

Stan chuckled. “Evidence would suggest, yes.” He smiled wickedly. “But right now, I need to sit and catch my breath. More Lemon Drops, everyone?”

Soon he was back with another round of drinks.

This time I let Stan sit between us. We made small talk for a while, and eventually I started running my fingers up and down Stan’s thigh. I implored Steph to do the same, and soon Stan’s shorts started to magically rise.

He turned towards Steph and slowly traced the edge of her face with his fingertips. “I know you weren’t planning on anything happening today, and I’m fine with that. But I’d really, really enjoy giving you a kiss. Or twenty.”

Steph looked over his shoulder at me. I nodded my approval vigorously.

“Ok, I guess.” With that, she leaned in and ever so gently brushed her lips against his. Stan moaned low in his chest and ran his hand behind her head, digging his fingers deep into her long flowing hair.

Instinctively her hands roamed up and down his thigh. Her surprise showed instantly when her fingers found his throbbing erection.

“Holy. Fucking. HELL,” she exclaimed as she tried unsuccessfully to wrap her tiny hand around its girth. As he continued to grow, more and more of him crept out the top of his short’s waistband.

“I know. Amazing, huh?” I winked at her, motioning her down onto the floor between Stan’s knees. Steph slid down onto the floor beside me and together we encouraged Stan to lift his butt off the couch so we could slide his shorts off. When I looked up Steph was just frozen, staring at Stan’s throbbing meat.

“Would you like to touch me?” Stan asked. And it was a question, not a command. I smiled to myself. He really would have been fine if she’d said no.

But that’s not what happened.

“May I?” She looked at him, then at me. I nodded eagerly.

She wrapped her hand around his naked flesh for the first time. “God, you’re so warm! And it’s throbbing in my hand!” She ran her hand up to the tip and wrapped her other hand just below it. I wrapped both of mine around him below hers. I then encouraged her to slide her hands down with mine, until I had my hands all the way down his shaft. Even with all 4 of our hands around him, plenty of him still stuck out the top. Without warning, I lowered my mouth over what was left and even then, I struggled to get him completely covered.

“FUCK that feels good, ladies,” Stan mumbled. I slid our hands up until his tip completely left my mouth and then slid them down again, this time twirling my tongue around his crown.

I had him all the way in my mouth – minus what was under our 4 hands – when I felt Steph’s face next to mine. Tentatively she licked his shaft as I took it out of my mouth. Once fully out, she grabbed my face and kissed me passionately. Our moans let Stan know how much we were enjoying ourselves. He reached down and slowly thrust himself between our lips. Occasionally one of us would tilt our heads just enough to let him slide into our mouths. Steph gagged a few times but overall, she was a trooper! Soon though I could see the lust in her eyes, and I knew she wanted more.

Getting up off the floor Steph crawled up onto the couch and straddled Stan’s lap. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she kissed him passionately while thrusting her hips back and forth which dragged his shaft between her soaking folds. Soon his entire shaft was shiny and wet from her arousal. Finally, the time had come. Lifting off her knees, she tilted her hips to find the best angle. Stan’s huge cock centered itself at her entrance and for an instant, everybody froze. I think we were all holding our collective breath, waiting for what was about to happen.

With agonizing slowness, Steph relaxed her thighs and lowered herself the tiniest bit at a time. I watched as her entrance expanded, trying to fit the huge intruder at her gate. Her thighs bulging, she raised up a bit and then settled back down. With each pass, another fraction of an inch disappeared until his thick head slipped past her ring of muscle and oozed into her vagina.

“Jesus,” Steph moaned breathlessly. “I should have been training for this! With, like, a pony or something…” She settled another inch, to no avail.

“Ugh, I think that’s all I can take!”

“You can do it,” I said encouragingly. “Swivel your hips around on him. You’re almost past the fattest part.” I was lying, but she didn’t need to know that. I grabbed a bottle of lube from the end table and squirted it all over my hand. As Steph rose up, I wrapped my hand around him and covered his length with super-slippery lube. My thumb naturally landed against her tight little sphincter, so I just had to rub her there in slow agonizing circles. She gently lowered herself again, this time getting a bit of help from the lube. I watched in amazement as her body stretched around him. Ever so slowly he oozed deeper and deeper inside until the widest part slid home.

“Oh God, oh GOD, that feels amazing!” Steph threw her head back and groaned long and low as Stan continued to fill her steaming sex. Finally, no more would fit. I could still get a hand around his base, but she was fuller than she’d ever been in her life. Stan started to thrust, and Steph immediately stopped him.

“Give me a minute to get used to you! I still feel like I’m gonna rip wide open.” Stan held perfectly still like the good boy he was. Steph leaned forward and kissed him softly, keeping her eyes on his.

“Damn, you’re tight,” Stan whispered.

“Hey, motherfucker, I was tight before I met you! Remember that shit?” I laughed, even though I had to admit to the slightest bit of jealousy flaring up inside me. I knew it was stupid, but my id-brain was somehow afraid that I’d just introduced my boyfriend to his new girlfriend. Women’s minds are crazy things. I KNEW that wouldn’t happen. I knew that this was just sex. But still, that little part of me questioned if I would ever be enough again. Steph’s white-blonde hair hung in long, lazy curls that draped seductively over her pert breasts and her porcelain-like skin shown with the light sheen of sweat. She was a goddess sitting in his lap, impaled on a cock that was bigger than any she’d ever even imagined. One thing was for sure – her world would never be the same!

I shook all the negative thoughts out of my head and concentrated on the ridiculously hot scene in front of me.

I still had my hand around Stan with my thumb on Steph’s rosebud. As she sat down again my thumb crept into her tight passage just a bit.

“Oh! Oh MY, that feels – interesting. Not sure I like it, not sure I don’t. I think I can only handle one crazy-good thing at a time today. But we definitely need to explore this later!” Steph leaned over and kissed me hard. As she did so Stan’s member rearranged itself inside her causing her eyes to roll around in her head. She sat up and leaned the other way and then came back to me. I watched her start to roll her hips in circles and soon she was lifting off and settling back down again allowing Stan to push her guts around inside her.

The next time she leaned my way I grabbed her face in my hands. “Want to feel something incredible?”

“You mean THIS isn’t incredible?!?” She looked at me like I was nuts.

“Lift up and lean back a bit,” I said.

She did so, and I grabbed her hand and slid it onto her belly just below her panty line. “Now sit back down.”

When she did, I pushed her hand hard against her. As Stan slid his monster back inside her we both felt him slide across her fingers from her depths.

“What the fuck?!?” Steph screamed and came right then and there, shrieking again and again as convulsions wracked her body.

Her shaking body took Stan by surprise and he too came violently, his cock expanding even more and then blasting pulse after pulse into Stephanie’s wrecked vagina. That set Steph off on another round of orgasms herself.

I crossed my arms in mock disgust and stared at both of them. “Jesus, you two! I’m gonna need to call 911 if the both of you don’t calm the fuck down.”

Stephanie leaned heavily onto Stan’s stomach and panted for a minute while trying to recover. She smiled dreamily at me and mouthed “I OWE YOU!”

She wasn’t wrong. I was definitely going to have ammo should I ever need to convince her to do something. Or someone.

Eventually we got cleaned up and left Stan happy and sated on his couch.

“Ok,” Steph said as we both waddled out to her car. “I’ll never make fun of the way you walk after sex again!” We laughed until we cried…

It took a couple days for our schedules to align again. “Ok Steph, see you at the mall at 2?”

“See you there! You gonna be waddling again?” I could hear her laughing through the phone.

“No, I’m not seeing Stan before I see you, silly girl.”

“Not that I’d blame you! Holy shit was he amazing. I’ll never doubt your stories of debauchery again, that’s for sure!”

I smiled wickedly. I sure taught her a lesson! Never assume I’m lying when I’m talking about sexploits!

I ended up at the mall early and decided to shop for some sexy shoes for the evening. Stephanie didn’t know it yet, but I had designs on her lovely figure. She’d find out soon enough. No sooner had I walked around the center fountain than I ran into Steph.

“Well aren’t you the early bird,” she said with a grin. “Give me 30 minutes and I’ll meet you in the food court, ok?” We hugged and went our separate ways.

The mall was dead, so when I walked into the shoe store the clerk jumped up, happy to have someone to talk to. He was a bit younger than me, and apparently was going through a bit of a ‘Goth’ phase. His long black hair hung loosely around his face, shrouding the heavy eyeliner and black lipstick. He looked like he really, really wanted everyone to believe he was a bad-ass. Looking me up and down, I could see the desire welling up inside him. I could almost read the x-rated thoughts running through his little teenage brain. In his haste to sprint around the end of the counter, he caught his toe on the carpet strip separating the behind-the-counter tile and the Berber carpet of the showroom. Goth-boy face-planted himself right there in the aisle in front of me. Sputtering blood from his nose, he jumped up muttering obscenities.

“Fuck man, that HURT!” Blood was freely flowing from his nostrils.

I ducked behind the counter and grabbed a bunch of paper towels. “Here, let me help you,” I said as I tilted his head back and applied some pressure to his nose.

“Ahhh! Shit, are you trying to kill me?” He yanked the wad of paper towels out of my hand and held them against his nose himself.

“Sorry, I was just trying to help,” I said. I couldn’t help but laugh at him.

“What, so how you’re laughing at me? Nice.”

“You gotta admit, it was pretty funny.”

He blushed. “Yeah, yeah, ok. It was kinda funny.” He smirked and then burst out laughing. I did too.

With his head back and the hair out of his eyes, he was actually kinda cute.

“So, what brought you in today?”

“I need some Fuck-Me Pumps,” I said flatly.

“Wait, some what?”

“You know, ‘Fuck Me Pumps’. High heels that will make men want to fuck me.”

He turned a truly impressive shade of crimson. “Ummm…”

“Yes?” I asked impatiently, folding my arms across my chest and tapping my shoe on the floor.

“You’re so pretty! Why would you need shoes for that?” He realized what he’d said and looked at the floor. “Sorry,” he added.

“Thank you, but I really do want to buy some sexy shoes. Today.”

“How about these?” I pointed to a really cute red strappy number on the display. I picked it up and fiddled with it, thinking about how these would affect Stan when I wore them with some sexy red lingerie. Or alone. I sat down on a stool and let him remove my shoe and slip it on my dainty foot.

“Uh, yeah, those would definitely work.” He was kneeling in front of me and I realized that if I opened my knees just a tad, he’d be able to view my white lace thong. I turned my head to look at some of the other shoes on the wall and ‘accidentally’ let my thighs part as I swiveled on the stool. His eyes got wide and then he looked squarely at the floor again. Like a puppy eyeing a treat, he couldn’t help himself and simply had to glance up once in a while.

“What about those white ones over there?” I pointed over his shoulder.

“Um…” and at that point his nose started leaking again. “Oh shit.”

“Hey, do you have a restroom in the back? Maybe we should go back to the sink.” In spite of his nosebleed, his erection wasn’t going down. I was kinda flattered to tell the truth.

He led me back behind the curtain and showed me the bathroom. “Now what?” he asked.

“Tilt your head back and think of something to take your mind off your nose.”

“Ok.” He stared at the ceiling.

“You’re almost out of paper towels. Have any more?”

“Yeah, they’re under the sink.” He tilted his head back, and blood started dripping out of his nose, almost landing on me.

“HEYEYEYEYEYEY! Look at the ceiling, buddy.”

“Sorry! Sorry!”

I crouched down on my knees and reached around behind him for the roll of towels and of course, this put me staring right at his crotch, which was staring right back at me. This kid was so sweet, I just felt like it would be good karma to help him out. I knew it wouldn’t take long.

“If you take your eyes off the ceiling, I’ll kill you. You understand?”

“Wait, no! I don’t under…”

I reached up and ran the palm of my hand up and down his straining erection.

“What the! What are you doing?!?” he cried out, clearly starting to panic.

“I’m diverting blood from your brain to – other parts. It will help stop your nosebleed.” It was total bullshit, but I didn’t care if he believed me or not.

I slowly unbuckled his belt and pulled down the zipper to his fly. Reaching into his boxers I freed his wood. It stood straight out from his body and waved gently up and down with his heartbeat. I gently took the head between my lips and ran my tongue around the ridge of his head. He wasn’t particularly big or thick, but man was he HARD. Stan’s meat was so huge he just didn’t have enough blood to engorge his cock like this kid’s. Of course, there’s also a difference between 18 and 62. In any case, I pulled off and then slowly sunk my lips back down. Running my tongue back and forth along the underside, I knew he was getting close. I paused for a few seconds to pull him away from the edge of the cliff he was teetering on.

“Fuck that feels so good! Please don’t stop!” He looked down at me pleadingly.

“WHAT THE FUCK DID I TELL YOU? DON’T LOOK AT ME!”

“What? Oh, right. Sorry!” He looked at me pleadingly. “I promise I won’t look again!” He stared straight up at the tiles.

I smiled wickedly and formulated a new plan while I continued to tease the poor boy. I reached up under my skirt and hooked my thumbs in the waistband of my thong. Leaning back on my heels I spun around 180 degrees and straightened my legs with my body still leaned over. I reached between my thighs and guided Goth-boy’s cock right into my waiting, sopping pussy.

“Holy fuck! What are you doing?” He gasped as my tunnel clamped down around him.

“Shut up and fuck me,” I growled.

I could see the fire explode in his brain and he grabbed my hips, pounding into me in an animalistic frenzy. Here was a cute girl, whose name he didn’t even know, asking him to pound her. It was every fantasy of every teen age boy on the planet. And it was my choice to give it to him. I smiled wickedly as he ravaged me. Slowly I stood up, still letting him thrust wildly into me. I grabbed my panties and pulled them up until his cock was sliding across the filmy lace as he pumped in and out. That was all it took, and in just a few more seconds he grunted that he was going to come.

“Come for me baby, give me a big load,” I whispered hoarsely over my shoulder.

As his first contraction hit him, I pulled forward, feeling the head of his cock swell and explode within me. I leaned forward just a bit more to let him slip out of me while he unloaded a torrent of semen into the crotch of my panties, gasping as he tried to regain some semblance of control. He hung onto me, breathing heavily against the back of my neck. His arms were around me and they wandered over my breasts, exploring, massaging.

“Mmmm, that was nice,” I said softly. “But I really need to go. I’ll take these in a size 4!”

Goth boy was silent as he watched me pull up my panties the rest of the way, smearing his goo all over my soaking crotch as I did so. I helped him get his pants up and buckled before returning to the showroom. There were a coupe of young girls that had arrived and they all covered their mouths and giggled. They probably heard us and knew what was going on. I walked out and smiled like the Cheshire Cat at them and they blushed terribly, forming a huddle and whispering madly.

When the attendant walked out of the back room the leader of the pack looked at him and her jaw just about hit the floor. “ANDY?!? WTF? Were YOU the one in the back room?” Her tone and incredulous demeanor told me all I needed to know about what they thought of him.

“He was, and he was AMAZING,” I whispered as he finished ringing me up. “Bye, Andy,” I cooed sweetly. “See you later, I hope…”

With that I sauntered back out into the mall and soon found Steph.

“Ok, let’s try this again,” she said, wrapping her arms around me for an enthusiastic hug. “It feels like forever since I’ve seen you even though it was only a couple days. Ok, it was actually just a like 20 min…” Stephanie turned her head and leaned against my bosom, sniffing deeply.

“Wait – what the fuck Lisa? Is that SPLOOGE I smell? When the fuck did you get fucked? And by who?”

I pushed her head away, grabbing my hips and tilting my face to one side. “Um, it’s like, totally, WHOM, you know?” A really good hair-flip rounded out my valley girl impression.

“Jesus, I leave you alone for like 20 minutes and you get laid? IN THE FUCKING MALL?!?” A few patrons of the food court looked at us with shocked curiosity.

“Keep your voice down, ok? I was looking for shoes and found these – and, one thing led to another.”

“How does that happen, exactly? ‘Hi there, I’d like to try on these pumps – would you like to pump me in return?'”

“No! Well, ummm.” I had to stop and think how to explain.

“What, it sounds crazy even to you now, doesn’t it? You’re such a ho!” Stephanie laughed and hugged me again. “But damn, girl, his cum reeks! You need a shower. Come (she used air quotes, thinking she was being funny) on, let’s go back to my place and clean you up a bit.”

We stood up and locked arms, giggling and laughing all the way to her place.

Once there I quickly stripped and stepped into the shower. It was a nicely sized tile-and glass affair with several nozzles and one on a hose. I wetted my hair and had just gotten a good lather going when I felt a pair of hands on my shoulders from behind. They worked their way deeply into my hair, slowly massaging my scalp. Steph’s lips brushed the back of my neck and I moaned softly, settling back against her.

“Damn, you know what a girl likes,” I whispered.

“I do?” she replied. “How does this feel?” With that she pulled me back against her chest and wrapped her arms around me. Her hands cupped my breasts as her lips settled on the side of my neck. My knees went weak and my hands fumbled between us, searching for her sensitive flesh. My fingers found her folds and I slowly ran them in, around and between them. Now it was her turn to moan in my ear. We’d never done anything together before our day with Stan, but it seems we were both on a roll. I sure as hell wasn’t going to question it!

“Oh baby, that feels wonderful. Want to know what that feels like?” She dropped one hand from my breast, letting her fingernails trail down across my stomach sending icy hot bolts of electricity across my skin. The other arm snaked across my chest just below my breasts. Her fingers slowed as they approached my pantie line making lazy circles that ever so slowly worked their way further south. My hips gently rocked back and forth, and I stood up on my toes trying to encourage more contact but she laughed softly and whispered in my ear.

“Not yet, my sweet. You’re not ready for me yet.”

“Are you kidding me? I’ve been totally horned up since the mall! I want you so badly,” I cooed. “Please, touch me. Touch me now,” I begged.

“Like this?” Steph gently ran her fingers down over the top of my slit, stopping when the pad of her finger was directly on my spot. She made the tiniest of circles, with the lightest of pressure. It sent fire exploding into my brain. God, if only boys knew the advantages of slow and light! In seconds she had me shrieking as I came. If she’d not had an arm around me, I’d have fallen to the floor in a heap. I was seriously impressed.

“Whoa, that was amazing,” I moaned. “Let me return the favor please!” With that I slid around until I was facing her, and then gently kissed a trail down her neck, between her boobs and down over her stomach. I ran my tongue across her folds and now it was Steph’s turn to moan. She thrust her hips at me and leaned back against the glass wall so she could spread her knees a bit. It was all I needed and soon she was coming all over my face.

I grabbed the shower wand and gently cleaned her up with a bit of soap before stepping out of the shower and drying off. Soon we were tucked into her bed, and we drifted off to sleep entangled in each other’s arms. After a wonderful afternoon nap, we got up and said our goodbyes.

The next few weeks were pretty boring. Normal family, friends, places, activities. I was starting to get restless – and fuck I was horny! Stan was off on some Caribbean Island and didn’t even have the decency to pack me in his luggage. And I do fit! Yeah, there was a lot of tequila involved in that particular evening!

Anyway, I was sitting on the porch swing in shorts and a running top when our next-door neighbor came by. It was just turning dark and an early fall evening chill was in the air.

“Hey Lisa! I was wondering if you had a minute.” Bob was a nice guy, probably in his early 60s or so. His wife had passed away a few years ago from something terrible. I didn’t even remember what it was.

“Sure Bob, I’m just hanging out for right now. What’s up?”

I could see that he was staring down the length of my thighs. I guess my running shorts were pretty baggy for my cross-legged posture. I imagine he was getting a glimpse of my white panties from where he stood. I smiled to myself and shifted a bit, letting one leg of the shorts fall even more open. Bob rewarded me with a nice tent in the front of his own shorts. He’d taking up jogging and was actually in pretty good shape. He was thin and reasonably muscled too.

“God, my internet is down again. I think the rooter is dead. Damn electronics! I have some papers I need to get to my accountant. Could you please come over and help me? I’ll grill you a nice steak for your efforts!”

I laughed out loud. “You mean your router, Bob?”

“Rooter, router. I just wish the damn thing would talk to the” – he paused, then smirked at me, “the moodem”. He drew out the word so that he sounded like a cow.

I laughed in-spite of myself. “Throw in couple beers and you’re on!”

I let Mom know I was going to be next door for a while. “That’s nice of you to help him out my dear!” She had really liked Norma, Bob’s wife. “We’re tired, so be quiet when you come home. Night dear!”

I followed Bob back to his place. I was kind of expecting it to be a wreck, him being a recently widowed single man and all. But the house was immaculate and recently renovated.

“WOW,” I exclaimed when we walked into the kitchen. “This is amazing! When did you do all this?”

“Well, once Norma passed, I had a lot of time on my hands, and not much else to do with them.”

I looked at his hands. They were big and strong. Bob was only maybe 5’10” or so, but his hands were huge! That got my mind wandering a bit.

“Why don’t you show me your stuff, and we can go from there.”

Bob stood there like he’d been turned to stone. “Uhhh…”

“You know, your MOOOOODem?”

“Oh!” Bob blushed a deep crimson.

“Bob! What were you thinking? Oh, I don’t even want to know. Where is it hiding?”

Bob led me back to his office. There were probably half a dozen 31″ curved computer monitors arranged on two levels with all kinds of financial stuff scrolling across them.

“Good God Bob, those 31s are huge!”

I looked at him, then snickered like I was 14 hearing a dirty innuendo for the first time.

“Naw, they’re only 27’s. They just look bigger because they’re black.” And he delivered that line in perfect deadpan. We both burst out laughing.

“Ok,” I said. “You’re way more fun than my parents let on. They said you were some sort of stockbroker? I had no idea you’d be such a riot to chat with.”

“Well thank you my dear! You know, we were all once young and hot. For some of us, it was just longer ago.”

“I’ll say this -you’re in great shape, you know, for like, an old dude.” I put my hands on my hips and thrust them off to one side. I flipped my hair hard and it fanned out over my head in a perfect black wave. My eyes locked onto his. “You know, like Fer shur!”

We both burst out laughing again. “Hey, can I get you a beer or glass of wine while we’re working on this? And I’m using the word “we” pretty liberally here.”

“Hmm, I’ve not had a lot of experience with wine. But I trust your judgement. Just not something too dry.”

“Ok, got it. I’ll be right back.” He was gone for a bit, followed by chopping noises. Chopping noises? What the hell? I found the modem and started troubleshooting.

In a few minutes Bob came back with a couple huge glasses full of ice, some chopped fruit and a dark burgundy liquid in it.

“Ok, I’m not much of a wine person, but I’m pretty sure you don’t serve wine on ice with a fruit salad in it.”

“Very observant Lisa! This is Sangria. I thought it might be more to your liking.”

I took a sip and it was DELICIOUS. OMG this stuff was amazing, like Kool Aid but with some bang behind it. Yummy!

“So, what’s your prognosis, Doc?”

“Well for starters,” I said in as serious a voice as I could muster, “Don’t have a cow.”

Bob about spit sangria all over his desk, trying not to laugh while swallowing. He wasn’t successful and immediately fell into a terrible coughing fit.

“Oh! I’m sorry Bob, I didn’t mean to make you splooge wine allover your papers!”

He was still coughing and hacking so I rushed over to take his glass just as he was trying to put it on the table. I ran into his hand and in slow motion the wine glass dumped half of its contents all down my top and shorts with the rest making a huge red stain on his immaculate white carpet. I was mortified!

“Oh shit oh shit oh shit! I’m so sorry Bob!” I just ruined a gorgeous carpet. And a wonderful evening.

“No,” Bob spat out between gasps. “It’s ok. Really. Let me blot as much out of this as I can.” He took a hand towel – also white – and laid it over the stain. He stepped on it gingerly, soaking up as much of the sangria as he could. “I’ll let the cleaners deal with the rest of it. You, on the other hand, need some attention too.”

He looked at my clothes, slowly taking in the fabric clinging to my flesh for just a second too long, letting me know he was enjoying the view.

“Look, why don’t we wash these before the stain sets in? Why don’t you go into my closet and just pick whatever you’re comfortable wearing? He led me to his bedroom which was easily the size of my whole basement apartment and turned around to go.

“Just bring your wet things and we’ll get them in the washer right away.”

A few minutes later I returned.

“Oh my,” he murmured half under his breath. “You look – you look – stunning my dear.”

Bob had put on a t-shirt and running shorts – I’d simply chosen one of his white dress shirts, some of his long dress socks that on me were damn near as long as a pair of pantyhose, and just for fun a loosely tied necktie.

“Do you like the look?” I asked shyly. I actually thought it might be a bit silly looking. I sat down beside him.

“Oh my God, you’re every man’s dream come true!”

Ok, I thought I looked cute, but his response was really sweet.

“You’re too kind! Anyway, where were we?”

“You told me not to have a cow, at which point I gagged on my own wine, spilled my glass all over both of us and the floor and then you stripped naked in my bedroom.”

“Oh right, that! Your system had too many IRQ requests so I…”

“English, my dear, English.”

“It was fucked. Now it’s not. It’s unfucked. It works perfectly again.”

“Um,you can un-fuck stuff?”

“If you’re good at it, which I am.” I winked at him seductively.

“Wow, wish I’d have known about this when I was your age. I’d have loved to have lost my virginity multiple times! Oh, that was way inappropriate! So sorry.”

“You’re funny! But yeah, interesting idea. Losing my virginity wasn’t any fun, so I definitely don’t want to go through that again. Anyway, lets watch a movie! Something either sexy or scary.”

“So, if you don’t mind me asking, what was so terrible about your first experience?” Bob looked at me quizzically.

“Oh, I don’t mind talking about it. He was, uh, a terrible lover, terribly small, and he lasted all of 3 seconds. And then it was over.”

“Ouch.”

“Some, but not too bad. My next time was with a different boy, and he was MUCH bigger! That was both good and bad,” I said laughing.

“What was good and bad about it?”

“Well for starters he about ripped me apart. And he lasted a long time – long enough for me to get a glimpse of how good it was supposed to feel. Oh yeah, and I walked funny for a week!”

I thought Bob was going to spew sangria again, but he choked it down.

“God you’re funny,” he laughed. “I really am impressed that you are comfortable enough to talk about this stuff with me.”

“Well, I do love sex. The feeling, the anticipation, the act itself. I just figure if it’s that big a deal, it should be shared.”

For once Bob was speechless.

I drained my glass and handed it to him. “Refill?”

“Sure thing.” He jumped up off the couch and retreated to the kitchen for a bit. When he walked back into the room, he stopped midway and just stared at me. “Whoa,” he whispered.

I then realized that I’d crossed my legs and tucked my feet up onto the edge of the couch. My Indian-style pose opened up his dress shirt, and that was all I was wearing. Not only was I fully exposed, but I was probably stretched wide for him. I was so wet I bet he could see the sheen of my juices from where he stood.

“You are the loveliest vision ever to grace that particular piece of furniture my dear.”

I blushed fiercely. “Sorry about the view,” I mumbled.

“Oh no, don’t apologize for that at all. You’re just so SMOOTH there. And I’ve uh, never seen one without, you know, hair there.”

He trailed off. Without asking, he walked over and knelt in front of me, his eyes never leaving my sex. Putting the drinks on the end table he ran his hands from my knees almost to the juncture of my thighs, gently taking the tails of his shirt with them.

I gasped and snapped my thighs together, trapping his hands between them.

“What exactly do you think you’re doing, mister?” I said with mock sternness.

“OH! Uhhhh,” Bob stammered and blushed fiercely. “I must have mis-interpreted what was going on here. When you came out of my dressing room dressed so sexily…”

“Oh, don’t have a coronary. You weren’t wrong! I’m just messing with you.”

I relaxed my thighs, letting Bob gently spread them apart. I tensed up a few times to make him think I was hesitating a bit. I wanted him to think this was his idea after all.

His warm palms slid up the insides of my thighs, sending sparks to my brain. And elsewhere. I was breathing in shallow gasps as his thumbs stroked my sensitive flesh between my outer labia and my thighs.

“Oh my, you’re so WARM,” he almost whispered. “And so beautiful. I could look at you all night.”

“You’re silly, but keep talking,” I said only half joking.

Bob knelt down even more, and rested his chin on my crossed ankles, staring. I could feel the heat of his gaze on my sex, his desire for more. I grabbed my ankles and slowly raised them over his head, letting them fall onto his back.

“You’re welcome to just stare, but there are other options.” I slowly encouraged him to learn forward, closing the gap between his face and my need.

“Mmmmm,” he moaned.

My heart stopped and I held my breath, waiting second by agonizing second for his lips to meet mine. On and on I waited, desperately wanting him to touch me.

Finally, Bob stuck out his tongue, and with just the tip flicked my clit back and forth.

I thought I was going to die from the buildup! I grabbed his head with my hands and legs and thrust my crotch onto his waiting mouth, grinding myself up and down across his face.

Off balance and teetering on just his knees, he gave a surprised “MMRPHHH!” when he realized he couldn’t pull his head back for air unless I let him up.

“If you stop now, I’ll kill you, I swear,” I hissed through clenched teeth. Bob flicked his tongue side to side right across the tip of my clit, unleashing an earth-shattering orgasm from deep within me. I shrieked, arched my back and collapsed back onto the couch. Bob was frantically trying to push himself off me, so I relaxed my legs and let him go.

“Damn Bob, where’d you learn THAT particular skill?” I was still coming down from my orgasm, but already I was thinking about the next round.

“I’m not without experience my dear. It’s just been a while. I might have had a bit of pent-up energy stored away!”

I looked down at his shorts, and there was a huge stain slowly spreading across the front.

“Something you need to tell me about Bob?” I said while staring at the stain.

He blushed fiercely. “I uh, told you it had been a while. When you trapped my head, I must have gotten a bit of auto-erotic stimulation going. You were just so amazingly sexy during your orgasm that I think I joined you involuntarily.” He hung his head clearly ashamed that he’s not lasted any longer than that.

“Oh man, don’t you worry about a thing! You were AMAZING. I’ve never wanted someone so badly in my whole life.” I wasn’t lying either.

“Most boys and men are pushing pushing pushing to get to the pushing pushing pushing. It’s this heated rush that’s over before I even get warmed up. That’s why a lot of the time I’ll blow them first, taking their first load in my mouth so that they’ll relax and be able to last longer for the second round.”

I winked at him, and this time it was his turn to blush.

“So,” he stammered. “You like that? I mean, letting a guy come in your mouth? My wife refused to let me finish that way. I’ve always thought that would be amazing.” He looked up at me with a sheepish grin.

“Well, we’ll have to put that on the list of things to do, won’t we?”

He nodded eagerly.

“I bet you’re tired of sitting on the floor my dear. Why don’t you come up and sit beside me?”

Bob dutifully got up, but I stopped him. “Lose the shorts, buddy. You’re not going to need those for the rest of the night.” He jumped up and yanked down his shorts. I could see he was already recovering nicely as he sat down beside me, not quite knowing what to do.

“Thanks for that amazing orgasm,” I whispered in his ear. I slithered my arm behind his head and swung my leg over his thighs, straddling him. I wrapped my arms behind his neck and kissed him slowly. We both moaned our pleasure as our tongues danced. I settled onto his lap while slowly grinding my hips against him. I thought of Steph squirming in Stan’s lap, and how hot that was. I wanted to be sure to give Bob the same treatment.

Bob ran his hands over the front of my shirt taking time playing with my boobs. Soon he gently unfastened the top button of my (his?) shirt. There was only one other one left, and the shirt fell open, exposing myself to him. His gaze told me he was enjoying the view, and I began to feel him hardening beneath me.

“Oh my, Bob,” I said. “You seem to be recovering quickly!”

“Let’s just say I’ve never been this motivated before.”

I squirmed in his lap again, this time feeling him harden significantly. He grew beneath me and soon I could feel his warm length pointing towards my asshole. As my juices coated him, the electricity jumped between us with every movement. I groaned again as my hips involuntarily rocked back and forth, dragging his hardening member between my lips.

“Fuck that feels good,” I panted in Bob’s ear. “Ugghhhhhnnnnghghhhh,”

I pushed myself away from him a bit and sucked in my tummy while rocking my hips forward. Bob’s tip slid up and caught right at my entrance. I froze, looking him directly in the eyes, which widened as his brain processed what I had done.

With agonizing slowness, I pulled myself forward an inch. His tip spread my opening, but he wasn’t inside yet. I pulled forward another inch allowing his throbbing head into my aching tunnel. I barely rocked back and forth, letting his tip slide in and out of my entrance. Feeling his hot cock head stretch me open and then slide inside was just exquisite! I’d rock back, letting him ooze out until my tightness clamped down, only to repeat the process.

I grabbed Bob’s face, making him look directly into my eyes as I pulled myself all the way onto his throbbing meat. I kept going until he was all the way inside me with our pubes mashed against each other.

“Oh fuck,” he exclaimed as he wrapped his arms around me and pinned me to his chest. Now it was his turn to rock his hips as he thrust deeply. His tip was hitting something really deep inside me and another orgasm started building somewhere in my loins.

“Oh Jesus, oh yes!” I cried. Every thrust brought me closer to another shattering orgasm and I couldn’t hold still another second. I frantically thrust my hips against him.

“Wait! Hold on! I don’t want to come yet,” he pleaded while squeezing me against his chest in a frantic attempt to hold me still. His strong arms around my waist was the last straw and I violently came again, my pussy spasming around him.

We gazed into each other’s soul, and suddenly his eyes widened as he grunted his release.

“Ugh, Ugh, Ugh!” he thrust into me on last time, lifting me off the couch. I could feel him swell inside me and then dump spurt after spurt deep into my cunt.

“Fuuuucccckk,” he sighed as we collapsed together back onto the sofa.

I giggled on his lap, using my muscles to make him spasm again and again.

“God damn, Lisa. That was the best sex I’ve ever had in my entire life!”

“No way, really?” I cocked my head and studied his face like the dog on the old RCA records my dad had stored in the attic.

“Oh, hell yeah! I mean, I loved my wife, but we’d fallen into quite the routine the last 10 years or so. And while Norma was in pretty good shape for her age, nobody could ever hold a candle to you my dear. You’ve truly given me a gift I would have never believed possible.”

“You are the sweetest man,” I said truthfully. “I really need to go, but anytime you’re up for no-netflix and chill you let me know!”

I gently raised myself up, unleashing a torrent of cum from my plundered sex. “Damn dude, impressive!” I winked at him, letting him know I really was impressed.

“Yeah, well let’s just say it’s been too long! Let’s get your clothes and send you home. I would obviously love your company anytime you’re willing.”

I got dressed and kissed him goodbye. Sneaking into our house I tip-toed to my room, falling instantly asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow.

The next morning, I woke up groggy and a bit unsure how much of last night had been a really good dream and how much had actually happened. I got up and went to the restroom. As soon as I sat down, the unmistakable smell of man juice wafted up to my nose. “Damn, slut! You smell like a whore,” I mumbled to myself. But that means it wasn’t a dream. And holy hell was that a crazy night! I showered and stumbled down the stairs for breakfast. Mom was already up, making biscuits and eggs and bacon. Suddenly I was famished!

“Good morning dear,” mom said cheerily. “Did you manage to help Bob with his problem last night?”

I about choked on my glass of orange juice! “Uh, yeah I’m pretty sure his main problem is gone. But I may need to go back a couple times to help finish off his, uh, other project.”

“What is he doing? I hear he’s got quite the home office setup.”

I smirked behind my glass. “Oh, just a bit of this and that. Mainly installing big things in small spaces.”

Mom looked at me with a puzzled look, but she didn’t say what she was thinking. Holy Hell, did she know? Did I still smell like Bob-splooge? I quietly leaned over and tried to smell my coochie. Hmmm, I couldn’t smell anything, but then again, a skunk can’t smell itself either. I made a mental note to power flush myself in the shower after the next time. How do prostitutes keep themselves from smelling like a pile of fermenting jizz? If I was going to keep this up it would be good to do some research.

I wolfed down breakfast and headed over to Stephanie’s. Today we were going to the mall together, and I don’t think she was going to let me out of her sight, lest I fuck some random loser behind a counter again. Actually, Andy was a sweetheart and I’d do him again given the chance. But this trip was about Steph and me. I resigned myself to be good.

We shopped and laughed and snacked our way from one end to the other. At the far end was a closed-up store with a booth in front of it. A squat older guy sat in a metal folding chair, staring at his phone. He was mostly bald, pale white and dressed like he just didn’t care anymore. We walked up to him and waited. He obviously didn’t realize we were there until Stephanie SMACKED the table with her hand. The dude jumped up so hard his knees hit the bottom of the card table, upending it along with all the flyers neatly laid out from end to end. He fell back down, but his butt only half caught the chair, sending it crashing back into the store’s glass security door. I couldn’t believe it didn’t shatter. He fell hard on his ass and sprawled across the floor.

“What the fuck, man?” He stumbled shakily to his feet. “Whoa,” he muttered as his eyes settled on us. We were admittedly dressed a bit sluttily. We loved to wear low-cut blouses and short skirts or filmy sun dresses in public. The appreciative stares we got from married dudes being dragged around the mall by their chubby wives made it all worthwhile. We figured if we were shopping for our enjoyment, why not BE the enjoyment for those who would never have the chance to fuck girls as young and hot as we were? Okay, that’s a bit stuck up, but it was actually true. And Bob’s appreciation the other night was a perfect example.

“Sorry ladies, I shouldn’t have said that,” he muttered.

We helped him pick up the flyers, which turned out to be various bands that would be at the county fair next week.

“Are you a scalper?” Steph held up a flyer to “Buggered”, a hysterical comedy and music group from Australia. They were fantastic, and I probably had everything they’d ever done.

“OMG! Do you have tickets to Buggered?” I squealed as Steph handed me the flyer.

“Oh, I don’t just have tickets, I have front row tickets with backstage passes. And if they like you, they may let you hang with the band at the after-party. But those tickets will cost you, ladies!”

I looked at Steph. She looked at me. We huddled for a moment.

“OMG! I can’t believe he has those!”

“Me neither!”

“I don’t have any money though,” Steph frowned. “How are we going to get those tickets?”

“Oh babe, I have something worth way more than money. I have something he can’t buy…”

Steph motioned discretely toward the open shop doors behind us with a questioning look on her face. I nodded and we stood up, facing dufus.

“So, how much are these tickets, anyway?”

“$200.”

“TWO HUNDRED DOLLARS?!? Are you crazy?”

“Ladies, they are 200 bucks EACH.”

“Oh,” we said in unison. We hung our heads in disappointment.

I walked up and stood close enough for him to smell my perfume, letting my scent fill his nostrils. I guess I’m blessed with excellent pheromones, because if can get close enough for a man to smell me I can pretty much get them to do whatever I want.

“Maybe, there’s, like, some other way to compensate you for the tickets?” I twirled a few strands of my hair around my finger. I knew he didn’t pay anywhere near that for them, and tomorrow night they’d be worth nothing. He was in a pinch, but I didn’t let on that I knew.

“What would you suggest, my dear,” he said with one eyebrow cocked. I could see he was trying to see if I was serious, and how far I’d go. With all negotiations, I planned on starting low.

“I’ll show you my tits. They’re very nice. You should see them!”

He looked at me like I was nuts.

“Oh hell no,” he said with a huff. “I can look at grown-up girls at a strip club for way less than what these tickets are worth. And they have other, uh, talents as well.”

He sneered at me like I wasn’t worthy of his time. I have to admit, the ‘grown-up girls’ comment really got my goat. I don’t know if it was intentional, but he nailed one of my hot buttons and I was determined to get him back.

“So, it would appear that the only way you get to look at naked girls is to pay them, huh?” Now it was my turn to cock an eyebrow at him. I could see him blush from across the table.

“No, that’s not what I meant,” he stammered.

“I bet the last time you saw a WOMAN (I heavily emphasized the word) my age naked was what, 20 years ago? Oh wait, you were probably a virgin until you were 30, right? Ring any bells?”

I stood there, hands on my hips, heavily leaning to one side. I knew it accentuated the flare of my hip. With nothing but a sun dress on, I know my nips were clearly visible and with the lights from the store behind me, I could about bet he was getting a lovely, shadowy view of my sex. Nothing like a little incentive program, huh?

“Oh sweetie, I’ve learned a thing or two. I’d tear that shit up and have both of you begging for more.”

I flat out laughed in his face. “Yeah, right!” I pointed at his face, and Steph laughed too.

“Ok,” I said with just a hint of disdain in my voice. “I tell you what. I’ll let you do more than look. And with more than just these luscious breasts.” I cupped one and tried to make them look as big as I could. With my other hand I slowly trailed my hand down over my stomach, along the curve of my hip to the hem of my dress. I lifted in with agonizing slowness, letting the hem bunch up in my hand. Any second now my freshly shaved womanhood was going to be exposed and I tucked my pointer finger between my lips, dragging it over my now-aching clit. I hated to admit it, but I was really turned on by the idea doing this fat, middle aged dude in the middle of the mall.

I dragged that finger up my stomach and slowly sucked it into my mouth. “Mmmm, I taste so good,” I whispered. “Would you like…” and with that I stuck my finger in his direction.

He swallowed hard, sweat beginning to bead up on his forehead. “You’d – you’d seriously let me fuck you for those tickets?”

“NOOOOOO!” I shrieked. I’ll let you touch me. IF you’re respectful and IF you’re good at it I might – MIGHT MIND YOU – let you use your tongue.” I lifted my hem again, this time far enough to get a glimpse of my freshly shaped landing strip.

“What about her?” He shoved a thumb in the general direction of Steph, who vigorously and undeniably shook her head in disgust.

“Someone needs to be the lookout, right? She’ll answer any questions if someone stops by and tell them you’re eating lunch.” I stuck my finger towards him again, holding it just out of reach while curling it in my best ‘come hither’ motion. I picked up one of the plastic chairs, slid the glass door open just enough to slide through into the empty store. Pudgy quickly followed.

“So, show me the tickets. I need to know you actually have them before I…” and I let my voice trail off, full of possibilities.

“Here,” he said, walking over to a briefcase leaning against the sliding glass wall. After a few seconds of digging, he pulled two tickets out of an envelope and waved them at me, much as I had waved my finger at him. “Told you I had them. Now, I think it’s time we find out if you’re for real or just a high-school cock-tease.”

I walked over to him – more like strutted actually – and leaned my shoulders back against the papered glass of the front of the store. I stared at the ceiling while running my fingers through my hair, letting it cascade in a waterfall of black silk across the front of my sun dress. With my thumbs I slowly slid the straps off my shoulders. I kept pulling my thumbs down until my dress straps were hanging almost to my knees. I could hear the intake of breath as he stared hungrily. With shaking hands, he parted my hair, exposing my dark nipples which were already at full mast.

“Damn,” he swore under his breath. “They really are spectacular.” His hands cupped my mounds, slowly feeling their softness. He leaned in, then stopped himself abruptly.

“Uh, may I?” he asked shakily.

I nodded. The fact that he asked first and was polite about it earned him the bonus of his dreams, though he didn’t know yet.

“Yes, as long as you’re gentle. Most men are way too rough.”

Pudgy leaned in and took one in his mouth, gently sucking my eraser-hard nipple. Electricity banged around my body and landed in two distinct places. I could feel myself getting wet from his attention and desire. It’s funny, but sometimes a guy’s overt horniness just turned me off like a switch and other times it was a compliment of the highest order. It really came down to the energy I felt. Was I being leered at like a piece of meat? Or was I being worshipped?

One hand circled around my waist and pulled me to him, the other trailed down my side, coming to rest on my hip. His thumb gently stroked along the edge of my sun dress. Back and forth across my tummy he went, so lightly I could barely feel it. What I did feel was the back of my dress easing down over my buttocks.

He knelt in front of me and his shirt caught the front of my dress and in a second it was bunched around my high heels on the floor. I was suddenly very naked in front of him.

“Fuuuuuuuck, you’re stunning,” Pudge whispered as he took in my body. His eyes roamed over my flesh in wonder. It wasn’t creepy at all which was a relief. I really wanted those tickets, but I didn’t want to feel like a whore when I was done, being used by some asshole to take something from me. If I gave it willingly, that was another matter altogether.

With his mouth free, both hands cupped my breasts and a trail of kisses were planted down over my quivering stomach. Ok, the guy really was pretty good at this and his intent was to GIVE pleasure as much as take it. I was pleased! We were going to get those tickets, and I was actually going to enjoy it instead of it just being transactional in nature.

Don’t get me wrong, I prefer to have a history and relationship with someone I sleep with. But there are times, like at the shoe store, where I was perfectly happy to give someone an experience they’ll never forget and sometimes I got nothing in return, other than the satisfaction of being a glorious memory in someone else’s mind for the rest of their lives. I found that sharing that kind of profound experience with someone was incredibly satisfying and the good karma didn’t hurt either.

His lip’s decent slowed as he approached the top of my landing strip and he thoroughly wet it with his tongue before venturing south. I leaned back against the glass and spread my legs giving him better access. My fingers wrapped around the back of his head, encouraging more contact. When his tongue hit my clit I about came right then and there! I thrust myself at him and his long tongue flicked all the way back to my soaking entrance. One long pull across my flesh and I came violently, crushing myself against his face.

“OH! JESUS,” I cried as my thighs shook with the adrenaline release. I held on for a bit as my heart rate slowed to a more normal pace. I let go of his neck and he grinned up at me.

“Not to brag, but I did tell you, didn’t I?”

Steph stuck her head in through the crack in the store front. “Everything ok in here?”

“Fuck yes, I’m ok. And soon, this amazing man will be too. Give me a few more minutes, k?”

She winked at me and slid the door shut behind her.

“You deserve a treat, kind sir. Here, stand up for a minute.” With that I grabbed his belt, undid it quickly and yanked his underwear down with his khakis. He wasn’t huge, but he was hard as steel and long enough for what I had planned.

“Sit down,” I commanded. No sooner had his butt hit the seat but I dropped to my knees and was on him, sucking his cock into my mouth as far as I could get it.

“Oh shit,” he gasped as my tongue attacked the head of his cock. I bobbed and swirled until I could feel his breath take on that ragged edge that meant he was close.

“Don’t you fucking dare,” I said sternly. With that I jumped onto his lap, throwing my arms around his neck again and kissing him hard and fast. I could feel him throbbing between my folds. My hips rocked back and forth in his lap, dragging his sensitive tip across my aching slit and clit. A slight tilt of my hips and he sheathed himself in my dripping sex.

Frantically I hammered my hips back and forth in his lap and in 8 or 10 strokes he came violently, deep inside me. The first blast hit me square in the cervix and in an instant came again.

I had to mash my palm down over his mouth to keep him from letting the whole mall know he’d just fulfilled a life-long fantasy. When he calmed down, I lifted my hand and laid my forehead against his.

“Thanks for the tickets, man.” With that I lifted myself off him and a huge torrent of cum flooded out of me onto the bare plastic of the chair seat. “Impressive dude!” I winked at him, realizing I’d said that more than once or twice in the last few weeks, then fished through his briefcase until I found the right tickets and bailed through the sliding glass doors. “Nice doing business with you.”

Steph raised her eyebrows at me but said nothing on our drive back to her place. Once we got there, we opened a bottle of wine and plopped down on the couch.

“So,” Steph said inquisitively, “Why do you let men take advantage of you like that? This dude, the shoe store guy? I’m not judging, but doesn’t it make you feel, you know, icky when you’re done?”

I about spewed merlot all over her carpet. “Icky?!?” I laughed at her. “No, not really. Here’s the deal. I know that almost all men want us, dream about us, lust after us. They want to experience something that is just never going to happen. I mean, come on – we can have pretty much anybody, so why would we let them, you know, have us? Young, hot women are just never going to fuck some random loser, or some old fat dude. So now I have the power, I have the control. I can give them an experience they’ll never have again, and one that they will relish and remember for the rest of their lives. I was the one; I was the hottie that stepped out of their fantasies and gave them something special, something unique.”

Steph swirled the wine around in her glass for a moment. “But they’re so, uh GROSS, you know? How can you let someone like that into your body? I’d just be way too grossed out to enjoy it. But you seem to able to. How do you wrap your mind around it?”

“Well if I feel like that, I don’t do it. But like I said, it is more about you giving something to someone who otherwise would never be able to get it. So, have you ever donated clothing to a charity? Or given money to a homeless person or a women’s shelter?”

“Yeah.”

“And what do YOU get out of that?”

“Well, nothing tangible. But I see where you’re going with this. You do it because it can make you feel good emotionally, not physically.”

“You got it. It’s like that, kinda. And occasionally you run into goth-dude at the mall or someone like Stan who’s hung like a HORSE or this guy who is just so sweet and appreciative that his amazing tongue game was just a bonus.”

“Ok, I think I understand a bit better. Not sure I could do that, but I love your stories and listening to that guy come inside you in an empty store in the middle of the mall was HOT! Damn, you’re getting me all hot and bothered dear. We may have to go visit Stan again tomorrow.”

I grinned like a wolf. Steph was loosening up nicely. And I know Stan would love another shot at the two of us. Maybe after the concert we’d drop by or go see him Sunday. I was still planning our next get-together when sleep overtook me.

The rest of the week dragged by, as time only can when you have something big planned for the weekend. Our Buggered concert was Saturday night! We stopped at the mall to accessorize our outfits for the show and Steph found some really cute shoes to go with her black mini-skirt and white blouse. The shoes were super-sparkly and would shine like diamonds in the bright lights surrounding the stage. I settled on a white mini-skirt and a leopard print top that was so sheer I was sure my nipples would be in plain sight. Surprisingly with the pattern it wasn’t that obvious. A black pushup bra and jewelry along with classic black fuck-me pumps rounded out my look.

We were walking past the shoe store and Andy was standing with the group of girls that had about walked in on our back-room escapades a couple weeks ago. He’d cut his hair, gotten rid of his silly makeup and was actually pretty good looking now. He was totally chatting up one of them, his arm loosely around her waist, when another girl in the group saw me walk by.

“OMG, isn’t that the girl that Andy did in the storeroom?” They turned in unison to stare at me. Judgmental bitches! I know they were totally checking out the competition. With them all looking at me, Andy had time to mouth “Thank you!” and give me a sly thumbs-up. He was grinning like an idiot and I figured I’d improved his sex life a million percent with my comment on the way out of the store. I smiled at Steph and took her arm as we sauntered away from the scene of the crime giggling loudly.

“I bet that boy is hip-deep in high-school pussy,” I smirked.

“Looks like you’ve given him the gift that keeps on giving, huh?”

“That’s me! Spreading my love all across the city. Wait, that sounds pretty bad doesn’t it? Holy shit, am I a ho?!?” I contemplated the meaning and referenced it against my behavior. Uh oh…

“Steph, you know I have a pretty crazy sex life. I mean, you’re my best friend and I tell you everything. But do you think I’m a ho? Or that I’m loose or a slut or easy or whatever? I mean seriously. Do you think less of me because I’m promiscuous?”

“Well on the surface, I’ve never heard of anyone who has as much and varied sex as you do. Young, old, guys, girls – you’ll fuck anybody, but only in a good way!”

She laughed as she continued. But I don’t think less of you. If you let any guy screw you and you let guys use your body because you didn’t have the self-esteem to feel valuable without giving it up, yeah, that would be a problem. But NOBODY takes advantage of you. You are always in control and you give yourself only if it suits you and if they’re respectful of you as a person and as a woman. In that way I really look up to you ’cause you’re always in control. And damn you have a lot of great sex! I’d love to learn to open up and just be with different guys merely for the experience. You know I’ve only been with a couple dudes, and of course Stan was by far the best I’ve ever dreamed of! Speaking of which, my kitty would love a re-match.”

“I was just thinking of that too! Let’s go see Stan after the concert. I bet he won’t mind one bit.”

The night of the concert finally arrived, and we were dressed to the ‘nines’. Or maybe Steph was dressed to the sixes and I was dressed to the nines. We were both hoping for some sixty-nine action later. We’d already decided that if we got invited back to the party, we were going to put on quite the show for the band.

We fought our way to our seats, and they were dead center stage, so close we could have hopped up on it if we wanted to. The bouncers made sure we didn’t though. They were both pretty hot and we flirted with them mercilessly. If they were part of the party – who knows what would happen? Steph and I were definitely going to make someone’s night as all the dancing and grinding had us both tightly wound and horny as hell.

The lead singer made eye contact with us a bunch and at one point Steph and I were making out for him and he said to the crowd “Hey ladies, save some for me, ok?” A camera pointed at us and we kissed long and slowly for everyone to see. The whole place erupted and for the first time I understood why people want to be in the spotlight. I’d have fucked him and Steph at the same time on stage if I could have. Damn, what a rush!

All too soon the show was over. The band manager came on and said “Ok everyone! Time to announce the winners of the backstage passes – and it’s our two horny ladies right here! He pointed at us, the cameras swooped in and he held out his hands to pull us up on stage. The house lights came up as Steph and I grabbed each other’s hands and raised them above our heads in victory. Holy SHIT! As we turned around, we could see the entire stadium and there were thousands and thousands of people staring at us.

“KISS! KISS! KISS!” The crowd started chanting.

The lead singer sauntered over and took the mike from the announcer. “So, ladies? You ready for round two?”

I turned to Steph and took her face in my hands. The cameraman stepped in close, so he was just a few feet away and as I leaned in for the kiss he zoomed in on our lips. I slowly pulled her to me until our bodies were finally touching and our tongues found each other. Steph moaned into my mouth and only then did I realize the lead singer had stuffed the microphone almost against our cheeks. Her sigh and our labored breathing filled the auditorium and the crowd went absolutely crazy!

After a long, delicate kiss we breathlessly parted and the singer grabbed both of our hands and led us offstage. We waved to the wildly cheering crowds as we made our way through the tangle of instruments and patch cords that connected everything together.

He led us down the hall without a word and into one of the dressing rooms. It was actually quite a nice suite with a separate bedroom, bath and living room. There were already people milling about, making drinks and stuffing their faces from a seafood buffet that had been laid out for them. Champagne flowed as everyone celebrated the end of a great show.

Finally, our host (captor?) turned to us. “That was one helluva spectacle you two put on for everyone! Thanks for a perfect ending to the show. I’m Tim.”

I blushed and looked meekly at the floor. “Thanks,” I said. I lifted my head slightly, gazing at him through strands of my hair. I bit my lip on one side, knowing that drove men crazy. I could see the lust flare in his eyes. This was going to be fun!

Steph blurted out, “Oh My God! We’ve been huge fans of yours forever. Thanks for having us!”

A couple of the band members burst out laughing. The drummer, a lanky blonde dude that looked like he was 12 quipped “Oh no, thank YOU for letting us have YOU!” He looked at Steph with a smirk. He was definitely a taker. Someone who would use you and then toss you aside like a piece of trash. Steph sensed it too.

“Why don’t you come sit on my lap for a bit and we’ll see what comes up,” he said with his voice dripping with condescension.

“Oh my, that sounds great and all, but I only date men.”

The room erupted in laughter and drummer boy turned an impressive shade of crimson.

“So,” Tim laughed. “Steph’s got quite the mouth on her.”

I was shocked when Steph replied, “Oh trust me, you have no idea!” but then I remembered how much she enjoyed slobbering all over Stan’s enormous meat. “But Lisa’s the one with the incredible tongue. Here, let me show you.”

And I’ll be damned if she didn’t slink over to me and with both hands on her shoulders, encourage me to kneel in front of her. I did, and she pulled up her short skirt and pulled my face onto her soaking panties. Man, was she turned on! The room erupted in hoots and hollers as I rubbed my nose across her silken thong, nuzzling her steaming slit through the filmy fabric. Steph shuddered and gazed down at me. “Make it good,” she whispered to me. And with that she pulled aside her thong giving me full access. I slowly ran my fingers across her lips and then shoved three fingers all the way into her and dive-bombed her swollen clit. Steph shrieked in surprise and came right then and there. It didn’t take 30 seconds.

One of the guitarists had stepped in behind her and wrapped his arms around her chest, slowly fondling her boobs. When her orgasm hit, she thrust her head back against his shoulder and collapsed into his arms. I stood up, wiped my face on my arm and then raised it high above my head, twirling for the room like a ballerina. Someone handed me a flute of champagne which I chugged, followed by another. Tim grabbed me around my waist and pulled me close.

“I’d love to experience that tongue,” he whispered.

“You may just get the shot,” I said silkenly. “But right now, I need some food.”

With that I wandered over to the buffet and filled my plate with crab, lobster and shrimp. It all looked so good, and I was ravished! Wait, that was coming later. Right now I was just hungry.

I sat down next to Steph, who was still leaning on the shoulder of guitar-guy with a silly grin on her face. Tim sat down next to me and we chatted for a bit while I chowed down on seafood and champagne. I could feel a really good buzz building when this young blonde woman caught me checking her out from across the room. She giggled and turned to the girl sitting next to her before making her way across the room.

“Hi, I’m Amy,” she said nervously. “I’ve uh, always wanted to experience something like that,” she said sheepishly, glancing at Steph. “And I want to return the favor as well, I think.” She blushed fiercely.

Her blond hair hung down across her shoulders in curls and her red lipstick and makeup were just perfect. She was as skinny as a boy, but dang was she cute!

“Hi Amy! I think tonight is your night!” I tossed a pillow down on the floor. “Lie down right here my dear. Heaven is waiting!”

The room cheered and jeered as I stood up and gently lowered her to the floor. Her tight black skirt bunched up around her thighs, exposing bright red lace panties. I knelt between her knees and ran my fingertips gently up and down her thighs. As I did, my own skirt rode up exposing my bare pussy to the rest of the room. I grabbed her panties with my teeth and pulled them off, letting the whole room see what I was doing. When I finally got them over her shoes the room went wild. I stuffed them into Tim’s mouth on the couch and went back to work. My kisses left a trail of moisture down her quivering flesh. When I got close to her outer labia I slowed down, gently licking the junction between her lips and her thigh. Amy squirmed on the floor, rolling her hips around desperately wanting for more direct stimulation. I finally gave in, flattened my tongue and dragged it across her aching sex.

“Oh GOD DAMN that feels amazing,” she hissed between clenched teeth. “Please, please don’t stop. I’m so close…”

So of course, I stopped.

At that moment I felt someone kneel between my legs and slowly rub an impressively large cock up and down my aching sex. God, I was so wet I was dripping on the floor. Whoever it was grabbed my hips and impaled me in one long stroke.

“UGH!” I panted as his balls pressed against my clit. I could feel him flex his hips, driving every last millimeter inside me as his massive tip stretched my tunnel almost to the point of pain. Withdrawing quickly, he slammed back home, eliciting another grunt from me. I pushed back against his thrusts, encouraging him to go as hard as he liked.

I’d forgotten about Amy, who I’d left teetering on the edge of a massive orgasm. Her frantic moans set everyone in the room on fire and you could feel the sexual tension about to boil over. Ever so slowly I returned to licking her, pausing agonizingly between licks. Amy gasped with each pass over her swollen clit and finally grabbed my head and frantically ground herself against my face until she shrieked in triumph as she came all over my face. I continued to nuzzle her, sending after-shocks ricocheting around in her body.

I looked back expecting to find Tim, but he was still on the couch, intently watching the scene before him. I looked up and didn’t recognize the guy pounding me, but he felt so damn good I no longer cared. It was my turn to come. I reached back between my legs and wrapped my hand around the cock sliding in and out of me, but my fingers didn’t reach all the way around it.

“Fuck dude,” I moaned appreciatively.

“You like that, you little slut?”

My desire turned to rage, and I reached further back and grabbed his balls, squeezing tightly until he cried out in pain.

“What the fuck did you just call me,” I seethed. “Do you want to keep these? You’d better fucking apologize, or I’ll rip these off you right fucking now.”

“I’m…I’m sorry! I’m sorry!”

“Now get the fuck out of my sight and don’t touch me again – ever.”

He pulled out slowly, and it felt so good I about changed my mind. But I wanted to make a point.

I swung my gaze around the room, making eye contact with everyone. “All of us women are here voluntarily. We are not sluts, whores, skanks or prostitutes. Treat us like goddesses and you’ll have a night you’ll remember for the rest of your lives. Disrespect us or touch us without asking first and we’ll rip your balls off and choke you to death with them. Understand?”

I glared around the room again at each and every one of them.

Suddenly I smiled and said “Ok then. Now, back to our regularly scheduled program!” I lowered myself to the floor on my back.

“Steph, Amy said she wanted to learn how to please a woman. Why don’t you show her?”

I grabbed my ankles and pulled my legs apart. My martial arts training kept me very limber, and soon my legs were straight out in a perfect ‘split’. I could feel myself opening up, my lips glistening with my desire.

Steph motioned for Amy to join her on the floor and soon I could feel their warm breath hovering above my sex.

“Do you remember how agonizing it was, waiting for her to touch you?” Steph dragged her fingernail from my puckered ass to my clit.

“Ohhh, God,” I moaned.

“Yes,” she whispered.

I could feel Amy’s fingers shakily touch me for the first time. She ran a fingertip up my slit, first on one lip and then on the other. My thighs shook with adrenaline and anticipation.

“Have you ever touched another woman here,” Steph asked.

“No, never.”

“It’s amazing, isn’t it? Knowing you have that kind of power and control over someone?”

“Yes it is. I can’t believe what a turn on it is!”

Steph leaned in and kissed my lips, letting her tongue wander over and around my sex.

I threw my head back and moaned deeply.

“May I join this party?” Tim knelt between Steph’s legs and paused, waiting for permission, but I could see his raging cock pointed directly at Steph’s pussy. She nodded her approval.

I have to admit, I was a little jealous, as I’d really planned on giving myself to Tim and kind of assumed that we were going to be a ‘thing’ for the night. But I wasn’t going to spoil this for Steph by being possessive. I hated girls like that! I’d get with him later.

“I’d like to join too, if I may.” One of the roadies whom I’d not seen before knelt behind Amy.

She looked over her shoulder and said “Hi George! You certainly may. Long and slow, just like I like it okay?”

“You got it baby.”

With that, the men grabbed their partner’s hips and pulled themselves into each girl’s sex. Steph and Amy kissed each other hungrily as they worked me over with their fingers.

Soon gasps, moaning and the slapping sounds of sex filled the room. Amy dove in and licked me hungrily as Andy’s thrusts repeatedly pushed her face onto me. Steph licked here and there as she could, then decided to work over my aching nipples with her tongue.

I groaned in ecstasy as an overwhelming orgasm slowly built inside me. Amy gently worked a finger inside me, and I moaned for her to add another one. Soon she had three buried deeply and when she started stroking me with a ‘come hither’ motion it became more than I could take.

“Fuuuuuck!” I exclaimed as my brain exploded with pleasure. I clamped Amy’s head between my thighs and held Steph’s lips to my breast as I wound down, my body jerking in endorphin release. I sighed and climbed up onto the couch with a silly grin on my face.

“Somebody needs to bring me some champagne,” I said dreamily.

“I’d love to help but we are busy taking boyfriend applications,” laughed Steph. She grunted as Tim and Andy plowed them from behind. “Maybe someone else could help?”

“I’ll – I’ll get you some,” said a shy blonde kid. He’d been sitting in the corner, too terrified to make a move, but too turned on to look away. He had his cock out and was stroking himself.

“H…Here you go.” His hand shook as he held out the glass. His cock waved with every beat of his heart. While not huge, he was hard and ready.

“Are you old enough to be handling alcohol young man?” I said with mock sternness.

“I’m 18! So yeah, in this state I’m legal,” he retorted while hungrily eyeing my naked form. His look was defiant, but he blushed fiercely.

His gaze made me feel like a movie star, like he felt I was way out of his league. It was adorable and I figured I might as well give him something to remember.

“Would you like to touch me,” I asked, gazing directly into his eyes.

I really wasn’t that turned on by him, but I knew by the way he eyed me hungrily that he’d remember this night for the rest of his life. Sometimes, I figured it was ok for guys to use my body. Or for me to use my body to make men happy. I’d definitely not thought I was going to enjoy the guy at the mall, but I know he’d jerk off to that encounter until the end of his days. Thinking of him in his 80s, telling his cronies in rocking chairs about this hot little Asian minx that fucked him for some concert tickets was just too much fun to pass up. And THAT encounter led to THIS one. Time to take one for the team.

“Oh man, are you kidding? I’d be honored!” He hesitantly reached out and grabbed my breast, squeezing roughly.

“Ow!” I squealed. “Go easy big boy! Touch me like you want your balls touched. Would it feel good if I did that to your testicles?”

“Sorry! Sorry!” He blushed again and I thought he might cry. He must have felt like he’d blown his golden opportunity.

“Tell you what, I’ll let you make it up to you. Have you ever gone down on a woman before?”

Another wave of crimson washed over his face. “No, I’ve never, uh, done that.”

“This is something you need to learn. Pay attention because a man who is great at this will reap huge rewards!”

I encouraged him to kneel in front of me. I skootched my butt over the edge of the couch and let my heels rest on his back. He looked up at me, unsure what to do.

“Here, give me your hand. Take these two fingers and GENTLY insert them, like this.”

I guided his hand, slipping his middle fingers inside. “If you don’t slide in this easily, she’s not ready yet.”

“What do I do to make her ready?”

“I’m glad you asked! You gently lick her pussy, up and down, round and round. The most sensitive place is right here.” I pulled my lips apart with one hand and gently rubbed my clit with my index finger. “Do that with your tongue.”

He did, and damned if he didn’t immediately get it. His tongue sent lightning bolts through me and my thighs quivered involuntarily.

“I’ll be DAAAAMMMNED,” I whispered as I came on his tongue. I never even got to tell him to wiggle his fingers.

“You are an excellent student, and you deserve a reward. Come up here and kiss me.”

He did, and just as I hoped his cock slid right up to my entrance. I still had my legs around him and with one pull buried him in me.

“Oh fuck!” he gasped. “Is that? Are you okay with…?”

“I told you, you earned a reward, didn’t I? Welcome to your reward!” I twirled my hips around, letting his tip slide deliciously around the walls of my cunt.

I pushed his hips back and then pulled him into me again with my legs. In an instant his hips started thrusting, building to a frenzied pace. His face was contorted, and his mind was definitely off somewhere else. I was quickly becoming a piece of meat.

“Slow down buddy! You’re going to overheat and blow a gasket or something. I want this to last, don’t you?”

His gaze returned from wherever he was. “Sorry, did I hurt you?”

“No sweetie, you didn’t hurt me. But unless you want this to be over in 30 seconds you need to learn to control yourself. Sometimes a woman likes to make it last, you know?”

I grabbed his face in my hands and slowly kissed him, gently encouraging him to start thrusting again. Somewhere in front of us Amy grunted in pleasure as Andy pounded her from behind. He finally bellowed and came, collapsing on Amy’s back. Her legs gave way and she oozed to the floor with Andy still hard inside her. They giggled and whispered to each other as they wound down. Eventually they got up and staggered to the showers. Minutes later Tim quickened his pace until Steph was screaming through another orgasm. Soon after he yanked back and and blew his load all over her back. We all hooted and hollered in approval.

My blonde kid’s thrusting became frantic again, and I slowed him down, trying to keep him from boiling over. I gazed into his eyes and milked his cock with my pc muscles. His eyes widened and over the edge he went, grunting heavily as his cock swelled and spewed it’s load deep in my pulsing pussy. He fell against me, panting heavily with his head on my shoulder.

“Wow, that was amazing! Thank you,” he whispered.

“So, I have to ask, was that your first time my dear?”

“How…how did you know?”

“Just an educated guess. Good news, it gets better with practice! Do you like to practice?”

“Oh, hell yes,” he said enthusiastically. He started to harden again inside me.

“Good. I’m a little sore now, but let’s flip through the shower and then I have another treat for you.”

We did and I motioned for him to sit on the couch like I had earlier. I motioned for Amy to join me and together we kneeled in front of him. As soon as he knew what was happening his cock swelled to life, throbbing in the air with his anticipation. I turned Amy’s face towards mine and kissed her hungrily, my hand in her hair encouraging her to slowly lower our faces towards the kid’s cock.

Just to tease him, we stopped our decent just as our lips touched his tip. Occasionally one of our tongues would snake out and lick his straining flesh before returning to our mouths. He grabbed our heads and tried to thrust between our lips but every time he did, we’d raise just out of reach. Eventually we gave in and let him slip between us. We kissed and licked up and down his shaft until Amy tilted her head and took him in her mouth, slowly impaling her face. When her nose hit his pubes, he shoved her head down, grunted and came violently. So violently that it completely took Amy by surprise.

“Mpmph!” She tried to lift her head, but she was held tight. “AAAACK!” Amy coughed violently and semen spewed out of her nose. Finally, he let go and she yanked her head up, but he kept coming, firing jet after jet onto her face and hair.

“Jesus dude, I could have drowned! You gotta warn a girl before unleashing a load like that!”

“Hello, now you know how my pussy feels,” I laughed. “Be glad it was his second load and not his first one! I’ve still got that stuff dripping out of me!”

Everyone laughed, clapping Amy on the back.

“Yeah,” Tim laughed. We probably should have warned you about him. He comes like pony!”

There was lots more sex, with most of us staying at it until early morning. Finally, Steph and I showered, said our goodbyes and waddled slowly back to her car.

“As soon as we get home, we need to see where their next concert is,” I said wickedly.

“You’re the BEST,” Steph squealed.

As soon as we got back to her place we stripped and fell into bed, and the last thing I remember was feeling her warm naked body snuggled up against mine…

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