Licking Debbie’s asshole

One Friday afternoon after everyone left work for the day, I thought, I called my wife to make plans for the evening. She had gotten off work early and was home alone and we started to have phone sex. My wife loves playing with her pussy and I love playing with my cock so, we get along great. Sometimes we have sex and cum together without even touching the other one, I guess you can say we love boing watched. Debbie the office manager had forgotten her phone at the office and had driven back and I forgot to check to see if the front door was locked. Now Debbie is 67 years old, cute, nice tits and a big ass to go with her big hips. At times I have jerked off with my wife while talking about Debbie and her nice ass and I dream about fucking her ass and licking her asshole. This was one of those time.

I didn’t hear Debbie enter the office but she sure heard me! She had been there almost 15 minutes listening to my horny perverted conversation with my wife. Found that out later. I told my wife how I would love just to lick Debbie’s  asshole for her all the while jerking my rock hard cock.My wife told me she came twice while talking nasty and playing with her pussy and wanted to take a shower. I told her I still had not cum and asked her if it was ok for me to continue to think about licking Debbie’s asshole and fucking her ass? She told me just think about licking her asshole but she didn’t want me to think about fucking her asshole just lick her asshole baby Debbie would love that. I agreed that Debbie would love to have her asshole licked by me.  I told my wife I loved her thanked her for having phone sex with me and I’d fuck her good tonight after dinner, my wife said keep jerking and shoot a big load for Debbie. I repeated what my wife had just said to me on the phone that I had a big load for Ms. Debbie and I wanted to cum allover he asshole. Well Debbie was just feet away from me in her small office and heard every word I said.

I hung up the phone with my wife and continued to jerkoff for a few minutes when all of a sudden I see Debbie sticking her head into my office and says don’t make a mess and started to laugh. I tried putting my cock away but Debbie grabed me and said I heard what you said I’ve been here for 15 minutes you finish jerking off and I’m going to sit here and laugh at you. I begged her not to laugh, I thought I was alone in the office and she said you were so horny thinking with your cock you forgot to check to make sure the door was unlocked, you didn’t here me opening the door because the door was ajar, not even closed all the way. I apologized to her and told her it was a moment between my wife and I and got carried away, she said if I didn’t want to listen I could have left or made noise for you to hear me but I was curious and found it sexy to having phone sex with your wife. I asked her what did she hear? Only that you wanted to lick my ass and your wife agreed it was ok for you to do it. Do you really talk about my ass when you are fucking your wife?  She’s ok with it. I told we just talk and role play a little and you come up from time to time, my wife knows I’m an ass man and I have fantased about licking your asshole and fucking your ass, its just role play and fun to do to help us get off. My wife dreams about fucking a big black cock and I have encouraged her to do it but she says its just a fantasy and will never fuck another guy. My wife has given me permission to fuck your asshole as I’ve told her given the opportunity I would not pass that ass up.  Debbie said she was surprised to hear that my wife said I can fuck and lick her asshole but had to hear it from her. All this time I continued to jerkoff and Debbie could not keep her eyes off my cock. I asked her when was the last time she had sex and she told me she jerked off her neighbors son who was 24 after he cut her grass almost 1 year ago,  but didn’t want to fuck her and said he had to go, she did say that his cum was not that thick but it was a lot so she knows he got off.
Debbie said if I wanted to eat her asshole that I had to get permission from my wife, so she called her and told Kim hey this is Debbie, I forgot my phone in the office and when I returned I caught your husband jerking off in his office talking to you on the phone, and guess what I heard? My wife responed, that david wants to lick your asshole? Yes she said, My wife apologized to Debbie and said it was just a little sex talk we’ve done for sometime and not to tell on David playing with his cock in the office. Debbie said he has a nice cock and I’ll make a deal with you. I’ll not tell anyone that David was jerking off in the office if I have your permission to let him lick my asshole, not fuck my ass, and if I can suck his cock for him it will be our secret. Kim told Debbie, I trust you and David always talks about your ass and has dreamed of eating your asshole for years. I love him too much not to allow him this pleasure. But m y wife made Debbie make a promise, which was the only pussy David can have is my pussy Debbie and my pussy only. He can have your ass and tits and you can suck him off but the only pussy he can have is my pussy. Debbie agreed, thanked Kim and told her when he gets home I promise his cock will not taste or smell like pussy. At that she hung up the phone and looked at me and said you ready to eat my virgin asshole? Wow!!! Debbie has a virgin asshole? I asked her if she had ever been fingered in her ass, no, ever had your asshole kissed, no, ever had your asshole licked and sucked, no, then I guess you never had a cock in your asshole, no, not even the head in my ass.

My dick  was still rock hard and Debbie looked at it with that gleem in her eye, she leaned over gave it a kiss and sucked it just for a moment and then said hey we got 10 minutes I’ve got plans and she started to unzip her pants.
As she pulled down her pants and sexy underware I noticed that light red hair pussy bush, she didn’t trim up at all, Debbie was a natural red, She stopped me and said no pussy for you just ass.lick me David. As I spread her cheeks I got my first look and this white little asshole that has never been kissed before. I started off slow but when my lips touched Debbies asshole she sighed, oh, oh, I could not control my self and put my tongue as deep as I could in Debbie’s asshole, it was tight. I tried to work a finger in but Debbie said maybe next time, just lick my ass while I play with my pussy, and I said you playing with your pussy,and she she said your wife is not the only women that likes to play with her pussy, then I asked Debbie if she ever thought about me while she masturbated and she said yes a few times this is dream for me too. I licked and sucked Debbie’s asshole as she played with her pussy. She was moaning form her finger and  my tongue and told me how good it felt having her asshole licked and never though about it before today. She was getting ready to cum again and I was ready to shoot my load. I was jerking it as hard as ever.

Debbie turned around just in time to take my huge load in her mouth and some dripping down her chin and cheek as I licked it up and Debbie laughed and then sucked it off my tongue. I pulled one of her red pubic hair from her pussy and told her I was keeping it as a souviner! She again laughed and said give it to your wife. She thanked me for giving her the best organism shes had in years gave me a kiss good by and said you taste like shit! We both laughed and I grabbed her pulled her close gave her a nice long deep kiss that lasted for 2-3 minutes. I told her I was crazy about her had a great time shot a load that I haven’t shot like that in years and that I really need some good pussy. She said go home and fuck kim. I told her you don’t understand, I need some good pussy and grabbed her crotch.
Debbie said you would rather fuck me than your cute sexy wife? Debbie I need some GOOD PUSSY and you got a good pussy that needs a cock. But David I promised! I know, I said. Then Debbie said but promises are  made to be broken. I’ll call in sick Monday and you can cum by and we can fuck all day. I would love for you to have some of my pussy.
We fucked all day Monday! Anal too!
I’ll tell you about that next time and how her 35 year old daughter caught us.

Single Mom – G-momma’s Funeral

“Hey, baby,” sniffled Linda Perkins.
“Hey, mom! I missed your calls. I was seeing patients,” Rochelle explained.
“It’s okay. I was just calling to tell you G-momma passed away in the nursing home last night.”
“Oh my god! I’m so sorry, mama!”
The older woman sobbed, “Thank you! I’m workin’ on the arrangements with Paul and Dianne. I’ll let you know when the service is gonna be.”
“Okay! Take your time. Is Clarence around,” she inquired about her mother’s husband.
“He’s mowing the lawn.”
“Alright. I need to get back to work. I’ll call on my way home.”
“It’ll probably be next Saturday.”
“Alright, I’ll make plans. Take care, Love you!”
“Love you too! Bye bye.”

Rochelle tucked her phone back into the pocket of her lab coat. Today, she was working at St. Gregory General Hospital from 6:00 a.m. until 2:00 p.m. She had another hour to go. She wondered for only a moment why it would take a full nine days to bury G-momma. She remembered almost as quickly that there were a myriad of relatives that would have to travel more than 150 miles – a couple all the way in California. She also knew many of them would ‘need’ some financial assistance to make the trip. And of course, none of them could bear not saying goodbye to Auntie Bessie, G-momma, Mother Dear. or whatever they called ornery, old, battle axe.

Rochelle had never been especially close with the coarse woman who only seemed to like her older cousins that were the c***dren of her aunt, Carol Ann. The now deceased Bessie Walker gave birth to six c***dren, five of whom survived to adulthood. First was Carol Ann, then came Uncle Paul, Uncle James, Linda (Ro’s mom), Aunt Dianne, and Oscar, who died mere hours after being born.

Apparently, Carol Ann was always the apple of Bessie’s eye. And, her son, Albert the Third, and her daughter, Cecilie, held the same regard over everyone else. All the same Linda was a dutiful c***d taking care of Bessie through the years and forcing her k**s to have weekly Sunday dinner with the cranky lady. Everything anyone did was against her rules. Yet, and still, the woman was her grandmother and she would pay her last respects.

Rochelle usually spoke to the woman once every couple of months. If it was typically unpleasant before she transitioned from male-to-female, it was utterly nauseating after. Ro was determined to be the bigger person and sent a quarterly gift basket, not to mention birthday and Christmas cards with a present.

Rochelle completed her shift and administrative work then drove home in her white BMW. She drove quickly out of the city and into the suburbs where she resided with her two sons. She made it to Shand Lake Middle School with moments to spare. She was meeting with the school guidance counselor and Jeramiah’s literature and language arts teacher. The thirteen year-old was struggling in the early weeks of the school year and Rochelle saw no reason to let it get worse.

She walked into the office wearing her baby blue scrubs and bright yellow Crocs. Her short, permed hair was slicked down to her scalp. The occupants stood up. The counselor started, “Good afternoon!”

“Good afternoon Jack, Ms. Hamilton,” Rochelle smiled.
“Nice to see you again, Ms. Stewart,” the classroom teacher said.
“Dr. Stewart,” the former National Achievement Scholar hissed.
“My apologies,” mumbled the little white girl.
“To what do we owe the pleasure, Dr. Stewart?,” Jack checked.
“Jack, please call me Rochelle. First of all thanks for meeting me on short notice. I wanted to talk about my son’s academic performance thus far.”
“Okay. What’s going on?”
“Well, Jeramiah hasn’t gotten a grade of higher than a C-minus on any assignment.”
“Rochelle, it’s still earlier in the year,” he reminded her.
The teacher was emblazoned and chimed in, “There’s only been three graded assignments so far. He has plenty of time to make that up.:

“This is where we disagree. My son learns differently than most c***dren his age. I thought we were very clear when we meet near the end of the summer that ALL of his teachers would ensure he had additional time to complete tests and would also be given additional work as needed to help him master a topic. I’m not sure this happening or that the grading is equitable.”

“Now, Dr. Stewart let’s slow down here,” Jack cautioned.
“Don’t try to placate me, Jack. I would like a review of the graded assignments by his language arts teacher from last year. I know his work is at least a solid ‘B’. I check his homework and prep him for tests,” Rochelle shared.

“Sometimes, when a student is struggling, it can be because of issues at home. What is Jeramiah’s relationship with his father,” inquired the annoying tart.
“It’s virtually non-existent. His biological father is in prison for life. I adopted him and his brother out of foster care two years ago. Our home is stable. Jere has done very up to this point. He doesn’t seem to have the same struggles with science, math, or social studies.”
“Perhaps, participating in collaborative education for language arts…”
“No ma’am. My son WILL NOT be placed in a segregated room to be treated like chattel while a teacher attempts to teach all subject to thirty k**s at different grade levels.”

Jack cleared his throat, “I think it’s a great idea for us to take a second look at his work and adjust the grading if necessary.”
“Thank you!”

He quizzed Ms. Hamilton. “Have you been giving Mr. Stewart the agreed upon 75 minutes to complete exams?”
“I let him start earlier than the other students in a separate room while I do the pre-test review,” she admitted.
“So you’re prepping everyone, but my son. Come on, Jack,” Jerry’s mom protested

“Ms. Hamilton, how do you think we can rectify this?”
“I can keep him in the room while we review and if he hasn’t finished by the time class ends, I’ll make arrangements with teacher support to schedule the additional time.”
“I like that idea. Any thoughts, Rochelle?”
“I think that’s fair,” the physician agreed, I would still like another pair of eyes to look at his graded work.”
“Ms. Hamilton, please review the assignments and if you’re still certain they received the correct mark, we can get the department chair to take a gander.”
“Okay,” grumbled the defeated teacher.

Rochelle stood. “Thank you both for your time and your help! I look forward to working closely with both of you this academic year. My son has had many cards stacked against him his whole life. As his mother, it’s my duty to advocate for educational and learning needs. I intend for him to become a fully functional citizen and civic participation in society. I think you’ll agree, Jack, that he has improved each semester. I know he may not be a straight ‘A’ student, but he certainly has the wherewithal to achieve more than a C-minuses.”

They wished her a good day. Rochelle left without collecting her son since he had football practice after school. He played cornerback for the JV Mustangs. He was a good bit bigger than most of the other boys that could normally play his position. Rochelle was already shopping for him and big-and-tall stores, but it was still assumed that men were tall-and-slim or big-and-short – not actually big AND tall.

Her other son, Coree, also played football. But he was a wide receiver on the varsity team.

She made it home and jumped in the shower. It was her routine to wash her day away as soon as she got home. It gave her closure and solace. She put on a pastel tee and some athletic shorts. She lotioned her legs and arms with cocoa butter then went into the kitchen. The boys would be home around 5:15. Coach Owens, the father of Jeramiah’s best friend, agreed to drop the boys at home after practice each day. This was a huge help for the times when Rochelle worked 2:00 p.m. until 10:00 p.m.

Her meal plan for week indicated that tonight’s dinner was pork tenderloin, crispy garlic & rosemary new potatoes, and fresh-cut green beans. She set down all of her ingredients to begin meal prep. She called her mom. They talked for a few minutes before Carol Ann beeped in.

Rochelle heard the garage door open. They boys came through trekking mud. “Cleats,” she yelled.

“My bad,” Coree said stopping in tracks.
“Sorry,” Jeramiah begged.
“Coach needs to take a leak. I told him he could come in,” Coree advised her on his way to his room.
“Very well,” Rochelle relented.

Herron Owens emerged from the powder room. “Thanks for the relief, Ro!”
“No problem!”
“Care for something to drink,” she asked.
“Actually, I would. Got a cold beer?”
“Yep!” She pulled a bottle of Bud Light from the fridge. Bottle opener’s in the drawer to the right of the stove.”
“Don’t need one. Got one on my keychain,” he smirked.

“Okay, Coach Lush,” taunted Rochelle.
“Whatever. But I must say I’m pretty selective about what kind I drink.”
“Is that so. What do you like?”
“Cold beer,” he chuckled.
“Dad joke,” she winked.
“Still made you smile.”

“How’s Chara,” the homeowner directed the conversation to his wife.
“Good. Real good.” He took a gulp and sighed.
“Glad to hear. I’m sure she’s cooking something good tonight.”
“Whatever it is. She’ll have to put me a plate in the microwave. I gotta go back to the school to watch some film.”
“Oh my! Would you like a sandwich or something to go?”
“No. I can’t impose.”
“Suit yourself.”

“You know,” Herron moved closer. “If you ever needed any help around the house or yard work done, you can always call me.”
“Thanks,” she half-smiled. “I think the boys and I can manage.”
“You’re a great mom. And, I respect that, but those boys can’t fulfill all your needs. I gotta run. Thanks for the beer.”

The man set the empty bottle on the counter and saw himself to his truck.

Rochelle called the boys for dinner. They ate together in the nook and discussed their day. She cleared the dishes while they went back to doing homework.

Jeramiah came to her once he had completed his work. Rochelle looked over the work and pointed out a question she had on his math and also quizzed him a little on grammar & spelling. Overall, the work looked good – solid B. She talked him through some errors and had him rework those elements in front of her. He understood the concepts now. She beamed with pride. “Good job, son,” she lauded him.

“Thanks, ma,” Jere blushed.

At 10:15, Rochelle checked the e-Basket. It was where the boys were supposed to put their phones, tablets, and laptops at 10:00 each school night – everything was accounted for. They both were to bathe at night and be in bed by 10:30 with the lights out. She walked to their wing of the house and told them they’d be going to Bibi’s house next weekend for G-momma’s funeral. They offered sympathy. She told each good night and went to her own room.

Rochelle’s schedule for Friday and Saturday was 10:00 p.m. to 6:00 a,m. After that, she was off Sunday and Monday. She’d already alerted the managing partner and the H.R. admin of her grandmother’s death via email. She requested the allotted 72-hour bereavement time for the following Saturday, Sunday, and Thursday..

Rochelle was up and at it by 6:00. She boiled some eggs, heated up a pack of pre-cooked bacon, and toasted a few bagels and hashbrowns. The boys came to life slowly as usual. Coree stammered through the kitchen to retrieve his phone before disappearing again. Jere was already in the bathroom getting ready.

They emerged dressed casually with an almost urban flair. Rochelle placed plates in front of them. They scarfed down the food quickly. They heard the school bus and headed for the door. Rochelle reminded them to snag their insulated lunch bags that were filled with goodies.

She swept the floors and then vacuumed. She planned to putz around the house until 11:00 and then take a nap until the boys got back from school. They’d have dinner and she’d catch another two hours of snooze time before work.

She wondered who all would be at the funeral. And, who all she would see. She hadn’t talked to her c***dhood best friend, Monica, in over year. She knew her parents still lived there, but the big city national news producer rarely made it back home. It was not as if Rochelle returned often either. Rochelle last visit there was five months ago for her mother’s birthday. She’d run into Mr. Huntley, Monica’s dad. In the pharmacy. He was still as handsome as ever with silver traces in hair and moustache. They ended up fucking that evening. That’s when he told her his daughter was going through a messy divorce.

Rochelle thought back to Monica’s fifteenth birthday. Of course, she was Ricky back then. The two were very close, but only girls were allowed to sleepover. An exception was made for Ricky. George Huntley had offered to let the boy spend the night in the basement. In order to ensure there was no hanky panky, Moncia’s pops would also sleep down there.

At midnight, George told the girls it was time to get in their sleeping bags and that RIcky should head downstairs. His wife was had already been asleep for a couple hours having popped a couple of night time over-the-counter pain relievers. RIcky noticed the entertainment system complete with big screen TV, VCR, and stereo. He turned on the radio. It wa 1990 and Bell Biv Devoe was playing Ricky danced and sang along. Mr. Huntley entered the room and turned down the music. He remarked, “I see you got some good moves, k**!”

“Thanks,” Ricky smiled.
“Don’t stop on my account. I’m gonna fix a drink and put in a movie if you wanna watch.”
“What movie?”
“Pet Sematary.”
“Oh! I don’t like scary movies. I’m too much of a sissy,” Ricky giggled.
“I bet you are,” grinned the thirty-nine year-old, five-foot-eleven man with a 36-waist. “Uncle George’ll protect you.”
“Cool. I’ll watch it.”
“Want something? I have soda and Kool-aid.”
“Kool-aid please.”

George poured a cup for Ricky. He added some pineapple juice and a shot of vodka. He handed it to his guest and told him it was ‘special punch’. They sat on the couch as the movie started.

“This punch is really good, Mr. Huntley,” Ricky opined.
George nodded, “Good. Just let me know if you want some more.”

Ricky requested a refill and George took the opportunity to fix another tumber of Canadian Mist. He also took off his green polo revealing the A-shirt he’d been wearing underneath. He sat back on the opposite end of the couch and pulled down a blanket from the back of the sofa.

“This lets out into a bed,” Mr. Huntley shared. “ I can pause it and do that real quick. We’ll be able to sit up with the cushions behind us. What ya think?”
“Sounds good to me. I’m feeling a li’l warm\,” Ricky gushed.
“Me too. That’s why I took off my shirt. You can too.”
“Then I won’t have a top.”
“Hmmmm…If you really want one, I’m sure I can rustle up a tank top from the laundry room.”
“I think I’d like that,” the boi winked.

George finished setting up the sofa bed. He retrieved a lavender cami that was part of one his daughter’s pajama sets. “Here,” he tossed the garment at Ricky.

“Thank you,” the brilliant sophomore purred.
“You’re welcome, baby boi,” George consoled him verbally. “So why no girlfriend or do you have a crush on Monica.”
“Oh no. We’re simply B-F-Fs. I’m really focused on school right now. I don’t think my mom would be too pleased if I were chasing girls.”
“Smart young man. Women are too much trouble anyway.”
“Oh?”
“Yeah, they nag you all the time. And always wanna talk about their feeling. Then when they’re mad at you, they won’t tell you why but expect you to already know what set them off.”
“Sounds tiring.”
“It is.”

The plant foreman yawned and asked, “Do you want to get under the covers?”
“Yeah,” Ricky confirmed scootin closer.
“Look I’ll sleep on the floor after the movie goes off.”
“Why? We could just share this bed. There’s enough space.”
“You know what? You’re absolutely right.”
“May I have some more punch.”

George obliged but put a smaller amount of vodka in the drink this time.

They watched. At intensely scary parts, Ricky would cringe and tuck his head in Mr. Huntley’s chest. George ended up wrapping his arm around the guest’s shoulders.

Ricky declared, “If somebody saw us they might think we were on a date.”
“They probably would. But nobody can get down here tonight.”
“Oh cool!”
“So, if it’s a date, then it’s just me and you. Uncle George and Sweetie Boi.”
“That’s cool.”
“Do you think you’d date someone like me when you get older?”
Ricky surprised himself saying, “Hell yeah! I’d date you right now if I could.”
“And what would we do?”
“Go to the movies. Go out to eat. Spend time in the park. Go swimming.”
“Anything else?”
“I guess we’d make out.”
“Oh really? Like how? You can show me.”

Ricky eased up and turned his body so that he was straddling George face-to-face. “Like this,” the boi giggled. He pressed his full, tender, pink lips to Mr. Huntley’s. He felt the coarse moustache scratch and tickle his skin. He enjoyed how Monica’s dad’s hands were roaming up and down his back. He loved that this man was kissing him back. Soon, they were in an all out tongue-wrestling match. This was so much more comfortable than when Buck or his friends made him do them favors.

George slid his mammoth hands down the back of Ricky’s sweatpants. He tapped the boi’s booty hole. “It’s nice and warm, baby,” he whispered.
“You got me all worked up, Mr. Huntley.”
“You want Uncle George to fuck his Sweetie Boi.”
“Yes, sir!”
“Take out my dick and let me see ya skills.”

Ricky swallowed the six-and-a-half-inch, super thick tool. His jaws were stretched to the max.

“That’s good, Sweetie Boi,” the man coaxed him.

Eventually, Uncle George lifted Sweetie Boi onto his lap. He’d been planning this encounter for a while now and reached down into the tub of Vaseline that was sitting on the floor next to the couch. He massaged it on his cock then eased Ricky down.

Sweetie Boi winced, “Ooh.”
“Take it slow, baby boi,” Uncle George informed him.

Once Ricky had the fat dick inside of him, he raised and lowered himself slowly. His young, tight pussy gripped the hell of the beer-can-esque member.

“Damn, this boipussy is good,” Mr. Huntley groaned.
“I love the way you fuck my little faggot pussy, Uncle George,” purred the high school sissy.
“Yeah, Sweetie Boi. Give Uncle George that cute, li’l faggit ass.”

Mr. Huntley pounded Ricky three times in total before they emerged from their lair. They joined the cackling girls in the kitchen where Mrs. Huntley was making pancakes and sausage links. The library assistant asked her husband, “Can you start the eggs, George?”

Ricky and Uncle George had sex with one another three to four times a week. Mrs. Huntley never found out, but may have been suspicious because she eventually turned from OTC sleeping meds to prescription d**gs.

That had been a world ago reflected Rochelle. She watched some daytime talk shows and drifted to sleep.

When the boys got home from practice, Coach Owens needed to use the restroom again. Rochelle smiled, but was annoyed. She wondered why he was incapable of urinating before he left the school. Nonetheless, he did not linger this day which made her happy. She checked to see how their day had been and told them that spaghettis & meatballs, garlic bread, and salad were ready whenever they wanted. She headed to bed so she could rise at 8:30 to check Jeramiah’s homework before her shift.

The next few days passed uneventfully. The only interesting thing was a cardiology fellow at St. George’s that was trying to catch her attention. His name was Hugo Haile Alazar. She ran into the mocha-complexioned, five-foot-eleven, slender, athletic doctor in the cafeteria. She was sitting alone eating blackened catfish, mushroom risotto, and green beans.

“Excuse me,” the man with the intoxicating smile said. “May I sit?”
“Be my guest,” Rochelle replied.
“I’m Hugo by the way. Pleased to meet you!”
“Likewise. I’m Rochelle.”
“That’s a nice French name.”
“Merci!”
“Mais oui! Parlez-vous francais?”
“Oh no…You’ve exhausted my command of the French language.”
“No worries. I’d be happy to teach you if you ever wanna learn.”
“Oh, you speak French,” she looked amazed.
Hugo cleared his throat, “Yep. Also, Amharic. And, obviously, English.”
“I’m impressed.”
“That’s good for me.”
“So how did you learn all that?”
“I’m a half-breed,” he joked badly. “My mother is French and my father is Ethiopian. But, I grew up in Toronto.”
“How neat.”

They continued making general conversation as they finished lunch. Hugo was having the Salisbury steak and the same risotto that she was having. He also had a small side salad that looked a little sad with only one tomato wedge, two cucumbers, and a miniscule amount of cheese.

Done eating, Hugo said, “I hope to run into you again.”
“I’m sure you will,” Rochelle replied.
“Good. Good. Good. You know what?”
“What?”
“I’ve only been here for three months and I don’t have any local friends yet. Would you join me for coffee tomorrow?”
“I can’t. I have to go out of town for a funeral tomorrow.”
“My condolences. I’ll keep that invitation on ice till you get back.”
“Oh, okay.”
“Could I get your number?”

Rochelle asked for his phone and keyed it in.

“Ro-shell,” Hugo said as he updated the contact info.

That evening at home, she prepared for the three-hour drive they would make the next morning. She had already informed the administration at each school about the death and missing Friday for travel. Rochelle did not want to encourage her sons missing classes, but she allowed an exception for this one day. She sat down and called her sister.

“Hey, Ro,” Melissa Stubberfield answered.
“Hiya, sis,” Rochelle beamed. “How are you?”
“Doing pretty good. And, you?”
“No complaints. Just getting ready to for the drive down tomorrow.”
“Cool! What time are you getting there?”
“Uhh…I told the boys we’d leave out by 7:30. We’ll stop and get some breakfast on the way. So probably a little before noon.”
“That’s great! I’ll be there by 2:00. Are you staying the Hampton Inn?”
“We are.”

“I need to book a room there,” Melissa thought aloud.
“You’re welcome to bunk with me,” the younger sister offered. “The boys are staying with mom and Mr. Clarence.”
“Thanks, dear! But I’m not gonna impose.”
“Suit yourself.”
“Are Julian and Zara coming?”
“No . I’m coming alone. Julian has to help with his dad. And, I don’t feel like dragging Z down there for this drama.”
“I get it. When are you leaving?”
“Sunday. As soon as I check out.”
“Wow!”
“I don’t know why you’re shocked G-momma didn’t like us. Our relationship was never strong. I’m just coming to support Mama.”
“I feel you!”

“So, I’ve invited Mama and Clarence to eat breakfast with me Sunday morning at the hotel. Then, I’m out,” the elementary school teacher stated.
“Nice! I guess we’ll join you guys. We’re going to leave after church service,” shared Rochelle.
“Sounds good!”
“Cool beans. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“Love you, Ro!”
“Love ya back!”

Rochelle, Coree, and Jeramiah pulled reached the city limits at 11:37 a.m. They drove directly to Clarence & Linda Perkins’ address. Upon arrival at the 1500-square-foot, three-bedroom, two-bathroom, one-story house, they were greeted by the man of the house coming out of the garage.

“Hey y’all,” Clarence smiled broadly. “Your mom’s at the funeral home with Paul and Dianne.”
“Hi, Mr. Clarence,” Rochelle exchanged pleasantries.
“Papa Cee, wazzuuuuup,” Coree barked.
“Pape Cee,” exclaimed Jeramiah.
“How are my favorite grandsons,” the sixty-six-year-old inquired hugging the younger one then the older.”
“Good,” Jere shared.
“How’s football practice?”
“We got a good squad this year. I think we can take the regional championship with a good shot at winning state,” opined the high school sophomore.
“Nice and confident. I gotta check y’all out,” Papa Cee said.
“My team is pretty good. I’m ready to get on varsity though,” Jere declared.
“Don’t rush it, son. It’ll be here sooner than you think. Make sure I get a copy of the schedule. Bibi and I wanna come to the first home game.”
“We both have home games in two weeks. Jere on Thursday. Me on Friday night.”
“We’ll be there!”

They moved inside and unpacked. Clarence had been grilling a Boston butt and frying a turkey. Though he was preparing the meat for the repast, the Mount Olive MB Church missionary society had purchased it. He had thrown on a few wings as well. He offered them a plate. There was a veritable smorgasbord of casseroles, green & yellow veggies, and cakes. Jeramiah and Coree ate some of everything.

Linda returned home and hugged her daughter and grandsons. She informed Rochelle that the warden approved Buck for funeral leave. He would be transported to arrive an hour before so he could view the body privately. Then, he was allowed one-hour post service. Yes, he could change into a suit. No, he didn’t have one. Yes, there was cost involved – a total of $600.

“Who’s paying for it,” Rochelle asked.
“I am,” Linda proclaimed.
“Mom,” Rochelle protested. “And how much have you put on the funeral?”
“Five.”
“Thousand?!?!?”
“I mean I had that life insurance policy on mama just for this.”
“How much was it for?”
“Fifteen.”
“You’re giving away a third. How much is everyone else chipping in?”
“Paul got the volunteer fire department banquet hall for the repast. He and Dianne are splitting the headstone cost.”
“What about Carol Ann or Uncle James?”
“You know James don’t have no money really. And Carol Ann is just being her stingy self.”
“But I’m sure they both had to plenty to say about how the arrangements should be handled,” Rochelle hissed. “I don’t even wanna know if you offered to assist anybody to get here/ Please don’t spend another dime.”
“I’m not. I just gotta go get Buck a suit.”
“I’ll go with you and I’ll pay for it.”
“Thank you,” the woman now known as ‘Bibi’. “I’m gonna give each of the grandk**s $500. Then, I’m keeping the rest.”
“I’ll allow it,” the daughter sneered. “I still share Carol Ann should reimburse you a couple grand.”
“Hush now. Let it go!”

Linda rode in the passenger seat to men’s clothing retailer. She selected a navy wool-blend, two-button, slim-fit suit with a subtle tic pattern. It was by Perry Ellis and cost $129.99. She added a classic white dress shirt for $29.99, a wine-red striped skinny tie at $14.99, a 3-pack of charcoal socks priced at $9.99, and a pair of black square-toe dress shoes for $49.99.

The mother and daughter duo lugged the goods to the cashier. Rochelle handed the lady her American Express card to cover the tab.

“Thank you so much, baby,” Linda wept meekly.
“You’re welcome, mama. It’s okay to not do everything for everyone,” Rochelle comforted the woman.

Later that evening, Melissa had arrived and so had Randall. Surprisingly, Leah decided to join him on the trip and bring along their seven year-old daughter, Yasmin. Everyone was laughing and joking. Linda had called Mr. Clarence while on the way home from buying the suit to ask if he would throw some burgers and hot dogs on the grill. He suggested that they do pork tenderloin and then knock out some of the dishes the community brought for the bereaved family. He asked her to buy some boneless chicken breast so he could make tenders for Yasmin. She thought it was a grand idea so she assented.

Rochelle noticed that her mother looked almost content. She offered to get a room for the boys so Randall and his family could have more room at the small, but perfectly sized for empty-nesters, house. Linda protested as did Mr. Clarence. Randall chimed in that Leah and Yasmin would stay at the Hampton inn, while he and the boys would bunk at 1101 Applewood Road.

The morning of the funeral arrived. Linda had requested that none of her c***dren ride together in the procession. Any extra seats they had would be needed by relations without the use of a vehicle. The plan was to meet at Uncle Paul’s new modular, tiny house to line up the caravan. In the lead, were the Perkinses in Clarence’s metallic brown 4-door 2015 Ford F-150.. Rochelle was in the Cadillac SRX, of course. Melissa drove a platinum-colored 2014 Infiniti QX50, and Randall’s brood was in his black 2016 Toyota Avalon.

Only about a fourth of the people were there, Rochelle was curious to see the inside. It was 399 square-feet with a single bedroom and bathroom plus a sleeping loft. Not only cute, but totally functional, Rochelle loved it. The stragglers began to arrive. All in all, they left Uncle Paul’s tight at ten minutes behind schedule. ‘CPT’, she thought.

A great aunt and her two snot-nosed grandk**s piled in with Melissa. Randall carted a cousin, Errol, who had clearly been hitting the sauce this morning along with the man’s two biracial c***dren. His wife and c***d rode with Rochelle and the boys. Clarence carried one of Linda’s uncles and his wife along with Taylor, Buck’s daughter. Linda was in the stretch Chrysler C300 with her sibling and two brothers-in-law.

The Rev. Marshall WIlliams officiated the service while Linda’s first-cousin, Evangelist Beatrice Hall, visiting from Michigan, delivered a powerful eulogy. The teeny church was filled to the brim. Buck was already seated with a plain-clothed off-duty policeman standing beside him. Linda sat next to her oldest c***d. Acknowledgements were made. Resolutions read. And reflections given.

The processional headed to the cemetery for the committing of the body. Afterwards, it drove to the Varner Hill volunteer fire department for the repast. The congregations from Olivet Church of God in Christ and St. John African Methodist Episcopal Church partnered to cater the repast. There was the obligatory fried chicken plus the meats Clarence prepared. Green beans – plain and in casserole form, mashed potatoes, corn, field peas, collard greens, baked beans, mac and cheese, deviled eggs, candied yams, and baked pizza spaghetti casserole. The desserts included several cakes – caramel, red velvet, lemon pound, german chocolate – along with chocolate pie, lemon meringue pie, and egg custard pie.

The law enforcement officer broke protocol and allowed Buck to meet with his immediate family in a side room. He approached Mrs. Perkins while they stood in the serving line and said, “That was a lovely service. I think I can spare about fifteen minutes for some private family time. Just c***dren, parents, and siblings and their k**s.” Linda thanked him profusely. Corporal Lance Atkins stood observing respectfully from the corner.

Linda hugged Buck tightly. Followed by the rest of the family. His embrace with Ro lingered a moment. His daughter cried which made Linda do the same thing. He barely knew his niece, but she had colored him a picture. He told his family how happy he was to see them and his plans to transfer to work release within the next two months. The armed escort hinted that he needed to get on the road. They walked out back where the unmarked Dodge Charger Pursuit from Lewisville PD was parked.

Rochelle ate at a table with great-uncle, Ben, his wife, Etta, Uncle Paul’s son, Greg, Carol Ann, Cecilie and her dipwad husband, and Errol.

Auntie Etta stated, “The service was beautiful. And that eulogy just moved my spirit.
Uncle Ben smiled. Rochelle nodded.
Carol Ann mused, “We put mama away real nice. God rest her soul.”
Ro mumbled, “What do you mean “we”?”
“I didn’t hear you, Ricky,” the sadiddy woman glared.
“My name is Rochelle and I asked who is “we”.”
“Me and my siblings of course.”
“Oh you mean Linda put her away real nice then. With Paul and Dianne taking care of burial and headstone.”
“Well, I…”
“What,” she hissed.
“Rochelle, calm down,” Cecilie pleaded. She truly loved her cousin yet had to be loyal to her mom.
“No, Cecilie. I want your mother to be honest for once.”
The dipstick in-law interjected, “Ladies. Let’s all be civil.”

“Hey…Hey you,” slurred Errol. “Don’t talk to my cousins like that or I’ll take you out back.”
“Oh, Errol,” admonished Carol Ann.
He popped off, “Shut up Carol Ann. You think you better than the rest of us. But you just a miserable, selfish person.
“Errol,” gasped Cecilie.
“Dude, this isn’t the time or place,” exerted the unhelpful man.
“Nigga, shut yo’ muthfafuckin’ face ‘foe I whoop yo’ ass fah real,” Errol howled as he stood up.

Now, the room was quiet with all on the inebriated grandson of the deceased.

“Let’s just go,” huffed Carol Ann. “My family is still true to form. Country hood rats. Now that Mama is gone, I don’t have to subject myself to these shenanigans.”
“It’s not like you did when she was alive,” snarled Ro. “Cecilie, Fred, have a nice day!”

Carol Ann threw her Michael Kors hobo bag over and shoulder and stormed out. Her daughter and son-in-law tucked their tails following her.

Eventually, the meal resumed amid whispers and light tension.

Linda chided her daughter when they returned home, but Melissa and Randall defended their sister.

Later, at the hotel, Rochelle readied herself for company. George Huntley knocked on the door. She invited him and before they touched the bed they were making out with unabated passion.

George pulled off her negligee and set her on the pillowtop mattress. He took out his dick stuffing it into her mouth. She gagged as he face fucked her. Slobber ran down her cheeks and onto the sheets.

Mr. Huntley belted, “Get on your back, faggit!”
Rochelle turned over, “Yes, Uncle George.”
“That’s right,” he spanked her rotund booty.

The b**st began thrusting his hard cock in and out of her soft, warm asspussy.

“Fuck me, Uncle George! Fuck me,” she wailed.
“Take this dick, pussyboi! Gimme that good ass pussy,” howled George.

They fucked until George came on her luscious fake tits. He had to get home to his wife, but it was just the release Rochelle needed.

Becs and Bob.

Pure fantasy but based on a true event.

My birthday was coming up and my work colleague and good friend Becs invites me to spend the weekend with her and her partner Bob.

Bob is not her real name, it’s just a nickname given by Becs because as you may had worked out Becs and Bob are gay.

Becs was 30 something, stunning looks, breasts to die for and we became friends at work because we got on so well, we would laugh and joke and I would even steal the occasional hug but that was as far as it went..

Bob was closer to my age, late 40’s, a BBW in stature and a warm personality to match, again Bob and I got on well on the rare occasion I met up with them because I didn’t judge them on their sexuality.

My birthday weekend started on Friday evening with a meal out and then it was back to their place for chats & drinks. As Bob and I also had similar interests we talked about the type of music and what was on TV when we were young while Becs chilled out in front of the TV on her laptop. It was just gone 1am when it was decided it was time for bed so Becs and Bob headed off to their bedroom while I stripped down to my boxers and slipped under a duvet on the living room sofa. At home I would normally sleep nude but trying to sleep even with boxers and a T-shirt on was uncomfortable so I thought that just boxers was a happy medium.
Before I dropped off to sleep I could hear my two friends giggling in the next room for a short time and then my mind had convinced itself that the laughter had turned into moans and lovemaking.

The sun was not fully up when I awoke so I visited the bathroom and crawled back underneath the duvet hoping for another couple of hours sleep but no sooner had I made myself comfortable Bob exited the bedroom, used the bathroom but instead of heading back into the bedroom she came and sat on the sofa next to me.
I apologised for my near nakedness but Bob said ‘don’t worry I’ve got nothing on under this dressing gown’ naturally I looked confused but slightly turned on because I usually masturbate each night but thought it would be rude being in someone’s house. There was a few seconds silence when Bob announced ‘Look!’ and with that she stood up and threw off her gown, I would say her breasts were a couple of handfuls large ( I’m not good at breast sizes) with erect nipples and trimmed pussy.
‘Wow’ I said ‘good morning, what’s up?’
‘You I hope’ dragging my cover to one side, by this time my boxers were tenting and my heart was racing.
‘I didn’t think you were into men?’ I asked.
‘Becs and I have been talking about a favour you could do for us. We know you are clean, I like you, and Becs adores you, so would you be up for some fun?’
Without giving me any warning she reached into my boxers and pulled out my hardness, and while I was trying to make sense of the situation I felt something warm and soft on the back of my head. inquisitively I reached up and felt boob, in front of was Bob stroking my cock, so that meant the other pair of boobs had to belong to Becs, to be perfectly honest I had often dreamed of what they looked like but thought I would never get to see them.
To prove it was her she moved In front of me and stood behind Bob naked as the day she was born with a completely hairless pussy
‘It’s ok’ she said ‘Bob and I have talked about this since we became friends, and if you are up for it Bob wants to get pregnant, if it happens you’ll have no more involvement in the c***d but you’ll still remain our close friend.’, ‘even if you say no it won’t change our friendship’.
Having your cock stroked while being in the same room as two naked women wanting to fuck your brains out was an easy choice, whereas I admired Becs and her body my sexual preference was for the larger lady and at that present moment Bob was ticking all the boxes as well as working her way up my body to kissing me full on the lips before I could give my reply.
The next few moments was very surreal and very silent, Becs grabbed one of my hands Bobs released herself from my lips and took me by the other hand and took me into the sanctuary of their bedroom. ‘lay down’ were the only two words spoken since we left the sofa, and as I did Becs climbed up onto the bed and placed herself above my face. Bob straddled my aching cock. This was total heaven, a dream come true, having Becs’ pussy squashed into my face and Bob bouncing up and down on me, just below my eyeline I could make out that they were also kissing.
I’m not sure if it was because I was enjoying myself too much or just nervous but after we had spent what seemed like all morning testing the bed springs I wasn’t cumming. Bob could sense this plus she was beginning to get cramp, so we changed positions. She extracted herself from my bonner, swapped places with me on the bed and demanded to Becs to get between her legs and eat her out while I went doggy from behind, with a warning not to come inside her, I was to make Bob pregnant.
Because Becs was younger and slimmer than Bob her pussy felt a lot tighter and she was gripping my cock like there was no tomorrow. After a short while I could feel my balls tighten and managed to puff out a warning that I was about to explode in Becs’ womb expecting her to pull away from me but In a muffled voice she said ‘ no I want this one, we still have the weekend to fuck’. That did it for me, I emptied my balls deep into Becs cunt making Bob squirt her juices into becs’ mouth.
‘Wow’ the threesome of us said.
‘Sorry Becs’ I said’ but wow…. thank you.’
‘Fuck me! an exhaust Bob sighed flaked out on the bed.
‘Later’ I smiled ‘I need a coffee to recover first’.
‘Don’t stress it’ Becs replied as she hugged her sweaty naked body against mine ‘You too have fun I need a shower’ with that she left the room with her hand over her pussy in case any of my cum dripped out.
‘Your still hard?’ Bob questioned as I lay on the bed.
‘It does that, and who can blame me, being under the same roof as your attractive work mate and her fabulous partner.’
Bob told me that they had wanted a c***d of their own for some time and where as it was possible to buy donated sperm from the internet and inseminate themselves, having it naturally from the source was the more romantic way to go and as Becs and I were close at work ,we trusted each other outside work and she knew of all my relationships had been way in the past ( Becs and I had very few secrets) I was the natural choice plus Bob was ovulating, Becs was due on in a couple of weeks. While we were chatting the bedroom door open and a freshly showered still naked Becs walked in with 3 coffees and a light snack.

After a short rest Bob took a shower closely followed by me ( it was too small for more than one person) then I offered Bob a massage because she had mentioned that her back was playing up with the mornings activities.
Becs retired to a nearby chair, reached over to a nearby chest of drawers and pulled out a silver vibrator to play with while she watch me massaging Bob’s body, naturally my erection was quickly returning because massages turns me on and hearing the buzz of a vibrator disappearing between Becs’ legs was not helping plus when I glanced over to her her head was tilted back, she was twisting one of her nipples between her thumb and forefinger and there was an erotic moan coming from her mouth.
Bob was on her front with her head resting on her arms.so I started with her feet, did each leg in turn, spent a short while on her backside running my hands up between her thighs which had parted allowing me access to every inch of her body. I swept my hands up her body and on the return journey tucked them under her to make sure her nippes were still nice and hard, they were, and as I made contact with them she raised up her behind which made contact with my cock, she was wet from excitement and looking over at Becs again her vibrator was deep inside her cunt, she was definitely getting off watching us two. As I eased my cock into Bob she felt tighter from behind and like Becs her pussy walls grabbed my hardness drawing me in deeper.
Suddenly the buzzing stopped and I could hear fumbling in the chest of drawers, thinking that she was probably going for another dildo I carried on humping away at her partners body. I then felt something cold and liquid on my arsehole but there was no time for stopping, I then felt the bed move and something entered me, it felt like a cock but I was the only one in the room I managed to strain my neck to see what Becs was up to and I spied a belt around her waist which could mean one thing she was going to fuck my arse with a strap on. All she said was ‘yes?’
‘Yes’ I replied ’fuck me Becs, fuck me until I make your wife pregnant’. How the hell we didn’t break the bed I’ll never know but with a cock up my arse Becs boobs pressed against my back and bobs pussy lips clamping down on my cock it was clear that release would not come until I had fulfilled my duties.
I didn’t last long in this sandwich. We were all fucking in unison, as I was on the upstroke from Bob’s pussy Becs was driving her fake cock into my rectume forcing me deeper back in Bob. Pretty soon after I was pumping my cum deep into her. Becs was the first to move because there was a pop noise as her strap on dick left my backside, and another pop as I rolled off Bob totally exhausted.
We didn’t bother dressing for the rest of the evening and while Becs took to the sofa for the night I got dragged into Bobs bed, she was horny and didn’t want to let me go until I came at least once more, It was gone midnight before we both passed out, spent.

The next morning we were again greeted with a nude Becs carrying a tray of coffees and snacks.The bed was just about big enough for all three of us but now it was my turn to watch these two lovers make out while I watched and wanked from the sidelines.
Again I was warned not to come because they had a little game in mind once they had satisfied each others needs, of course I was interested ’I’ve come this far, I’m up for anything’.
The rules of the game were simple, I was blindfolded told to lay on the bed, my legs and arms would be restrained and I had to ‘guess the pussy by using only my tongue’. The first pussy was smooth, wet and sweet ‘Becs’ I said,’ I’m guessing that was Becs’ ( I had a 50/50 chance of getting it right) I thought that there wasn’t going to be a round two because the next guess would be too obvious, but Bob didn’t want to miss out and let Bec have all the fun She would had been easy to guess because she was fuller in the lips, I felt a wisp of pubic hair against my nose and there was a slightly salty taste with all the cum that I had dumped inside her during the weekend.
There was time for one more afternoon of fun and fucking before it was time to shower dress and head home.
Bob didn’t fall pregnant that weekend so I got invited back for another weekend a month later and a few days later Becs pulled me to one side at work to tell me the good news,plus a cheeky hug, she and Bob were going to be parents. Of course they never told anyone who or where the ‘donation’ came from, but it was all above board and totally anonymous.

Single Mom – National Park Part II

Coree Stewart turned the sapphire blue Cadillac crossover SUV into the parking lot of Loving Arms Community Church. His mom, Rochelle, was giving him as much practice as possible since he had gotten his learner’s permit. He enjoyed it and secretly hoped his sixteenth birthday in the upcoming March would net him a new car.

Rochelle joined this church shortly after beginning the adoption paperwork for Coree and Jeramiah. All three enjoyed being an active part of the non-denominational congregation. They were just a few minutes late for Sunday school. She stepped out of the vehicle wearing an Antonio Melani olive green, V-neck, tie-front dress with ruffle embellishments along the vertical hem and a pair of Steven by Steve Madden rhinestone slip-on flat sandals.

There were two things her adopted sons had in common – eating voraciously and a love of style. Her elder son, Coree, wore a blue checked-pattern sports coat, light wash denim jeans, white button-down shirt, and shiny black chukka boots. The younger one, Jeramiah, or Jere, had on a light grey sateen dress shirt, a black cherry colored vest, a pale pink paisley bow tie & pocket square, dark jeans, and brown cap-toe Oxford shoes.

The family entered the vestibule and were greeted by volunteers. They parted ways to their respective classrooms. Rochelle attended the mixed adult parents’ class. Coree went to the boys’ teen group while Jere studied with the middle school boys and girls.

Rochelle took up a seat next to Chara Owens, the mother of Jere’s best friend, Desmond. She whispered hello and Chara did the same. Rochelle noticed that her husband, Herron, was not next to her this morning when she spotted the him across the room sitting between one of his fishing buddies and some buxom blonde newcomer. Rochelle rolled her eyes as she knew the high school football coach was an undercover philanderer.

The class leader went through the history and context of the lesson on ‘The Widow & the Unjust Judge’. The woman who was a recently retired special education teacher moderated a vibrant group discussion focusing on spiritual growth during times when participants prayed for God to change the circumstance, but instead changed them. They also broached the subject of justice in today’s society and imparting patience and inclusion to their c***dren.

The silver-haired, bronze woman with the short Afro closed by reminding her students, “Prayer is a plea to the highest court of appeals.”

Another poignant class.

“How are you, girl,” Rochelle inquired of Chara.
“Oh, I’m pretty good. How about you,” the mother of three asked.
“Good. How are the k**s?”
“They’re fine. I know you saw Dez yesterday. Thanks for letting him come over.”
“No worries. He’s a joy to have around. I wish my boys were as clean and mannered.”
Chara giggled, “Yeah he keeps us on our toes at home.”
“What about your older two?”

“Well,” began Chara. “Shelby is loving her study abroad program in Tanzania. She’ll be back in a week. Then, we gotta get cracking on all this stuff for her senior year. And H.K. is fine. He got invited to work the summer at the place where he did his co-op last fall. So, he’s making some change. I’m not sure who’s happier – him or me.”
“I understand,” Ro chuckled.
“What’s going on with your boys?”
“They’re doing fine. They had a blast at football camp and now we’re winding down in the last couple of weeks before school. We’re driving up to Mammoth Cave this afternoon for a couple days.”
“I love how you do all these three and four day mini-cations.”
“Thanks,” blushed the doctor.

Coach Owens joined his wife and placed his arm around her waist. “Hi, Rochelle,” he said.
“Hey! I was just about to head into the sanctuary. See you later,” she informed the couple.

The membership at Loving Arms was approximately half Black, thirty-percent white, fifteen-percent each Hispanic and Asian. There was a cross-section of socio-economic groups as well. The devotion was spirited with Christian and Gospel music. Min. Marcus Wells delivered a powerful sermon extolling courage and grace coming from Ephesians chapter one verses three through f******n. Rochelle followed along intently. Her sons were on the other side sitting with friends.

After service and brief socialization. They drove to a discount retail store. Rochelle sent Jere to purchase a pack of premium paper napkins some four sports drinks. With the transaction complete, Coree drove home.

“Alright, guys! Get changed and we’ll leave in 15 minutes. Go ahead and put your bags in the car.”
“Okay, ma” Coree signaled.
“Yes, ma’am,” Jere acknowledged.
“Oh Jere, please get the cooler and snack basket.”

Rochelle hung up the dress and selected a red lace-detailed long-sleeve knit top, denim capris with crochet detail on the legs, and red flip flops. She lugged her bag through the house and put in the back cargo area. She checked on the boys who were just wrapping up their packing. The vehicle loaded, Rochelle indicated to Coree that he would drive the first leg.

“So guys,” Rochelle started. “Back in the day during Jim Crow segregation, Black people would have limited options for hotels, places to eat, and even to fill up their gas tanks. So, when they took a road trip, they generally packed food to eat for lunch and maybe supper at rest areas or on the side of the road. I would like for each of to watch ‘The Watsons Go to Birmingham’ while we’re at the cottage. Then I want you to do a little research on the green and write a one-page essay on what it meant for Blacks to take road trips during segregation. Will that work?”

“That’ll be fun,” Jeramiah smiled.
“Yeah! I can do it,” Coree confirmed. “When do you want the essays, ma?”
“You can send them to me on the Tuesday morning when we check out.”

They fueled up near the Interstate and then took off down the highway. Each of them munched on some of the snacks. Coree annihilated an entire can of potato crisps and Jere was on chucking down another clementine.

After a couple of hours, Rochelle pointed out a rest area eight miles ahead. They stopped there to eat lunch. The boys took out the Igloo thermoelectric cooler and basket. She spread out a blanket on the ground and pulled out the reusable plastic plates. They nosed on the wraps Rochelle made earlier that morning. The boys also ate some of the eggs and trail mix. Rochelle had water. The brothers drank the electrolyte-filled beverages.

As they ate and talked, a medium-height, athletically-built, light-skinned man approached them. “Hello,” he called out from a distance. The family acknowledged him so he walked closer. “Hi there, I’m Rodney. How are y’all?”
“We’re fine,” Rochelle returned.
“I see y’all got a nice li’l picnic going on.”
“We’re traveling like Black people did during segregation,” Jere updated him.
“That’s interesting.”
“Care for a turkey, bacon, avocado wrap,” inquired Rochelle.

“Wow! I think I’ll take you up on that.” He sat down. Coree rolled his eyes. “I’m Nails. Where ya headed?”
“Mammoth Cave,” she said. “I’m Rochelle. This is Coree and this is Jeramiah.”
“Never been there. I bet it’s nice!”
“It’s supposed to be. We’ll see soon,” she giggled. “Where are you going?”
“Oh, me…I gotta drop off a load down in Mobile, Alabama.”
“You’re a truck driver?”
“For the past nineteen years. Spent six in the military and started driving not long after I got out.”
“Oh, that’s neat.”
“Where’s your husband?”

Before she could answer, Coree interjected. “She’s a single mom.” Emphasis was placed on the final word of the statement.
“Kudos to you, sister!”
“Thanks,” Rochelle blushed.
“Where’s your wife,” Coree quizzed snidely.
“Be nice, son,” she admonished him.
Nails assuaged the situation, “It’s alright! I can understand why he’s protective of his beautiful mother. My wife is at home in Ohio.”
“I’m guessing you have k**s too,” Coree shot at the man.
“Three of ‘em. Two girls and a boy.”

“You must be on the road a lot,” Rochelle wiggled into the conversation.
“Yes ma’am a good bit. I’m an owner-operator so I try to two weeks on the road, then 3 days home. After that I’ll do three weeks driving and spend five or six days at home.”
“Very interesting. I have a swing schedule myself.”
“Nice! What do you do.”
“I work in healthcare.”
“So you’re a nurse,” grinned Nails.
“She’s an E.R. doctor,” snarled Coree.

Rochelle glared at her son. “Yes I am. So my hours and number of days off are whacky. I usually work thirteen or f******n shifts a month interspersed with time off of one, two, or three days. Sometimes I get seven in a row.”
“That’s kinda neat! See a lotta gory stuff.”
“We live in Persopolis so yeah. Guys will you go ahead and take the trash to the bins?”
Nails said, “No need! I’ll take the trash when I leave.”

Rochelle suggested to her sons that they go ahead and use the restroom. They disappeared.

Nails smiled, “Great k**s.”
“Thanks they’re good boys,” she beamed.
“Where’s their father?”
“Oh, you see they were in foster care. I adopted them two years ago.”
“That’s amazing. Plus, they get to live with a beautiful woman.”
“I see you’re an incorrigible flirt. What would your wife say.”
“Not much. She’s a pretty meek churchgoer. We been married twenty-three years. We have an understanding. She manages home and finances. I make the money.”
“Oh, I see.”
“Yeah, I love her. But we’re two different people.”
“Interesting.”
“Yeah, you sound interesting too. Can I get your number? I’d like to get to know you and be friends.”

Rochelle quoted him the number to her Straight Talk phone. This number was reserved for suitors, romantic interests and fuck buddies. She used a ‘burner’ phone since her residency.

Nails eagerly typed in the digits. “I’ll give you a call later. I need to hit the road.”
“Looking forward to it,” Rochelle gleamed.
“Maybe I can treat you to dinner next time I come through Persopolis.”
“If I’m free, you certainly can.”

The boys returned. Nails helped them pack up and reload the car.

Rochelle drove the second leg of the trip.

They arrived at The Lodge at Mammoth Cave. Rochelle got out of the vehicle and headed straight to the lobby restroom. She came back to the lobby and checked-in. They made it to their cottage which had two queen beds, WiFi, air conditioning, a mini fridge, and couch. “I ordered that movie on Prime. So y’all can watch it whenever. “ It was 7:30. “Let’s be ready to walk over to the restaurant at 8:00.

They arrived at Old Kentucky Home Grill and were seated by a cheery hostess. A waiter brought them water and took their drink orders. Coree asked for lemonade. Jere requested Sprite and said, “Just one, ma.” Rochelle nodded and then told the server she would like a glass of Chardonnay. She indicated they’d like the fried green tomatoes for an appetizer.

When their drinks arrived, they were ready to make the meal selections.

“Have y’all decided what’s for dinner,” the waiter asked.
“Yes, We’re ready. I’ll have the grilled rainbow trout. Could I substitute the sweet potatoes for yukon gold?”
“No problem!”
“I made them for dinner last night so I’m gonna splurge tonight.”
He laughed, “I hear ya. What’ll it be for you?”
Coree answered, “ I want the country ham steak.”
“And everything that comes with it?”
“Yeah,” Coree grunted fumbling with his iPhone
“Perfect! And for you, sir?”
“The trio of barbecue,” Jere decided.
“Excellent choice! The sides that come with it okay?”
“Yes, sir!”

The food arrived and smelled delicious. In addition to the fish, Rochelle’s plate contained caramelized Brussels sprouts, the mashed potatoes and bacon corn relish. Coree’s meal included jalapeno cheddar grits, succotash, and red eye gravy. Jeramiah had the monster. Three meats – pulled pork, chicken, and brisket. It was accompanied with corn-on-the-cob, coleslaw, baked beans, and hot pepper sauce.

Near the end, Rochelle as the server for an order of the Bourbon-cured chicken wings as she knew the boys would be hungry before bed.

They returned to the cottage. Rochelle sat in the chair so she could catch up on some reading. Coree and Jere began the movie using the older one’s iPad.

Around 10:30, Rochelle told her sons good night.

The next day was a blast. They took the two-hour long, two mile Historic Tour. Afterwards they freshened up and headed out to the small town of Brownsville. They picked a local Mexican spot. They had a dip sampler containing guacamole, chile con queso, and queso diablo along with an order of super nachos with ground beef. Rochelle had a margarita since Coree was driving.

The mom went with a Reynosa salad. A blend of garden salad mix, shredded chicken, assorted cheeses, chile con queso, Charro beans, tomatoes, and guac. She ate half and pack the rest for later.

Coree chose a platter known as ‘The Morelia”. It came with four enchiladas – one each of sour cream chicken, spinach, avocado, and ranchera chicken. There was also a cheese chile relleno, crispy chicken taco and some guac.

Jeramiah picked chicken medallions that were stuffed with a blend of chorizo, Poblano peppers, and cheese. They were friend lightly and served with queso, rice and refried beans.

They went back to the cottage to relax after stopping by a local grocery store to stock up on provisions for the evening and the drive back home the next day. Rochelle read some more. Jeramiah started working on his essay/ Coree was playing a game on his phone.

Rochelle’s primary phone rang. It was her mother. “Hi, mama!”
“Hey, baby! How you doin’,” the matriarch inquired.
“I’m fine. How are you?”
“I’m good. Just making some collard greens for dinner later on. How’s the trip?”
“Great we went on walking tour of the cave. It was tiring. So we ate a late lunch and came back to the room to take it easy.”
“Well, I understand that. Have you talked to anyone lately.”
“Randall called me Saturday. We spoke for a while. Melissa,” she referred to her sister, “and I have been texting off and on this past weekend.”
“Oh okay. She’s been busy with Julian’s father being sick and all.”
“Yeah. I know. He’s not doing to good.”
“That poor man. And he only has the one c***d and bless him, it’s a boy.”
“What does that mean, mama,” chuckled Rochelle.
“It’s just that daughters usually are the ones that take care of aging parents. So a lot is falling on her.”
“Well, then he’s lucky. She’ll make sure every ‘I’ is dotted and ‘T’ crossed.
“Randall called me Saturday too, but we didn’t talk about much. What’s going on with him?”
“He seems to be doing better and doing what he needs to do. I don’t wanna go into too much detail, but he said Leah told him she wants try and work through this.”
“Praise God! I just wish there was something I could do. I mean I don’t know what I did wrong.”
“Mom, Randall’s issues are not due to you. Just like mine aren’t, nor Buck’s nor Melissa.’s Have you considered going to therapy or Al-Anon?”
“I guess I should. Well, I’ll let you go so I can finish these greens. Tell the boys hello.”
Rochelle called out, “Bibi says hi.”
“Hi Bibi,” the brothers rang out in unison.
“Love you, mama!”
“Love you too, baby!”

Rochelle settled back into the chair and picked up her novel. She had less than twenty pages to go. She planned to knock them out and take a quick nap before dinner. Her other phone vibrated with a number she did not recognize. She answered anyway. “Hello.”

“Rochelle,” the rich, deep voice asked.
“Speaking.”
“Hi there! It’s Nails. The truck driver you met at the rest stop yesterday.”
“Oh, hey! How are you,” she checked walking onto the covered patio.
“Oh, I can’t complain. Wouldn’t do any good if did,” he laughed. “How about you, sexy lady?”
“I’m well. Thanks!”

“I was just calling to see how the cave was,” he admitted.
“It was fun,” she shared. “We went on walking tour of it this morning. Now we’re resting up till dinner.”
“Sounds good to me.”
“Yeah. What are you doing?”
“I’m just sitting at this loading dock waiting on a trailer to pull. Can I ask what you’re wearing.”
“Uh…Wow. I have on a, uh, a white flowy pullover top and turquoise Bermuda shorts.”
“Got them legs out I see.”
“Something like that.”

“Don’t be up there gettin’ engaged before I have a chance to take you out,” pleaded Nails.
“You don’t have to worry about that, sweetie,” Rochelle offered.
“I’m for real. You got me curious to get to know you.”
“Why is that?”
“Single, attractive, smart, woman – a doctor at that – decides to adopt two teenage boys. That right there is interesting enough to start.”
“I’ll take your word for it.”
“So, who are you dating?”
“There’s a gentleman I see semi-regularly.”
“Why the hell hasn’t he proposed?”
“It’s complicated.”
“Aha, he’s married.”
“I didn’t say…:”
“You ain’t have to say it. The players may change, but the game remains the same.”
“True that! How’s your family?”
“k**s are good. Needing more money. Always more money. My son has braces. My middle daughter is raising the three grand she needs for cheerleading. And the oldest girl is in her last year of college.”
“Oh yeah! k**s are costly. Sounds like your plate is already full. I’m not sure there’s time to take me out.”
“Au contraire, my dear. There’s always room for dessert.”
“Good one,” she snickered.

“May I ask what your daughter is studying,” pried the medicine woman.
“Her name’s Kristen. Kristen Margaret Nails. Middle name came from my grandmother. She’s at Old Dominion majoring in international business.”
“How interesting.”
“Yeah, she’s smart. She’s doing an internship for a couple more weeks in Chile working for a shipping company.”
“Wow! Look at her!”
“I know. Says she chose that place because it’s connected to what I do.”
“Ah, transportation of goods. Sounds like she adores her father.”
“I like to think so. The other two aren’t quite there yet. Teenagers.”

Rochelle continued the conversation. “Where do you go when you get the trailer.”
“Over to Albuquerque,” Nails professed.
“Long drive.”
“Yeah, miss lady! I do the long haul and I can go a long time.”
“Oh stop it,” she gushed.
“I’m just sayin’. What made you wanna adopt?”
“I always wanted to get married and have k**s. I was focused on my education and career almost singularly and marriage didn’t come about. I felt that there were plenty of k**s needing homes and that I could provide a safe, loving one. So I did it.”
“Good for you!”
“And as I was going through the process I became interested in biological sibling sets so the k**s wouldn’t have to be split up. My boys have the same birth parents.”
“I give it to you. If I hadn’t made none, can’t say I’d take on anybody else’s.”
“It’s not for everyone. But, I’m so happy. They make me happy and sometimes angry. It’s worth it.”
“You’re right. I’m gonna step out here and see what’s up with this load. I’ll call you tonight or maybe wait till tomorrow.”
“Okay. Bye.”

Rochelle flipped open the book. She read the final chapter quickly and was genuinely surprised by the ending. She went over to bed and laid down. Jeramiah was still typing his essay. Coree was looking streaming video. She drifted to sleep.

At 6:00, they went to dinner. Rochelle still had a potion of her lunch left so she just had a BLT wedge salad. Both boys picked the fried catfish that came fries and coleslaw. They ate and went back to the cottage. Jere turned on the TV. Rochelle sat on the couch next to him. Coree started his research for the paper he owed his mom while watching something on his phone.

Late the next morning, they loaded up the SUV and made the trek back to Persopolis. As they did on the way there, they ate a picnic lunch at rest area. They arrived at home a little before 5:30. Rochelle left her sons to unload and put away the items from the trip.

“I’m not real hungry,” she told them. “What do y’all want for dinner?”
“I don’t care,” Jere commented.
“Anything,” Coree added.
“We have some Angus beef hamburger patties. How about burgers?”
“Yeah! Sounds good, ma! Can I get two with cheese,” the elder one asked.
“I want two too,” Jeramiah shared.
“Okay then, I’ll put them in the oven and you two can get out whatever fixings you want. Y’all can put some hashbrowns in the toaster or eat chips for a side.”
“I’ll fix the hashbrowns, Jere,” Coree volunteered.
“They’ll be ready in 30 minutes. Set your alarms,” she instructed them.

Rochelle got online to search for an upcoming continuing medical education course. She needed 40 credit hours every two years to keep her license valid. Her count right now was 34 and she still had five months to go. She found an online course for addiction and one for assessment & medications for pain. Both were on special so she signed up and paid the hundred bucks using her debit card.

Right as she clicked the button, her phone rang. The screen indicated that it was her oldest brother, Buck. After the system alerted her that caller was from a correctional facility, she pressed the button to accept. “Hey there,” she mused when they were connected.

“Hey, guhl,” the prisoner howled. “How you doin’ today?”
“Pretty good, Buck. And you?”
“I’m aiight…Doin’ aiight, Ro.”
“That’s good. Did you like the puzzles I sent you?”
“Hell yeah! Hell yeah! You talked to mama?”
“Yesterday. What’s up?”
“Been tryna call her, but she not pickin’ up.”
“Oh, I think she’s working at the group home today. You know that keeps her busy. Do you need something?”
“Naw. Just checkin’ in on folks.”
“Great! The boys and I will come see you one day next month.”
“You know I appreciate that. You always cared for me.”
“Of course I do. You’re my big, strong brother!”
“Damn, right! Hey, you ain’t talked Trina or Taylor, have you,” he prodded referring to his baby mama and daughter, respectively.
“I talked to Taylor two weeks ago. It’s been a while since I spoke to Trina. I’m sure she’ll call when it gets closer to school.”
“Ah okay. Okay. Well, I’ma go on and let you go.”
“Alright. I’ll put that on your books tomorrow morning.”
“You da best. Thank you so much! You ain’t gon’ want for nothin’ when I get out.”
“Bye bye.”

Rochelle put forty-five dollars on Buck’s books every two weeks. She knew he used the money to supplement the diet of veritable slop they passed off as food in the cafeteria. Her sibling was sentenced to six years in federal prison for a d**g trafficking conviction. It had broken her mother’s heart. Rochelle accepted the fact and tried to ease the pain.

Rochelle had forgiven her brother many years prior after going to therapy. Buck and a few of his friends routinely used the effeminate, slight Ricky for sexual pleasures. It started at age eleven. Buck, who had a different father, was sixteen. The m*****ation occurred until Ricky went off to college. Rochelle had once blamed herself for being so girly around such testosterone-filled young men. She even found space to blame her mother for being away from home so much. Time and counseling had healed the wounds. She had never disclosed to her mother specifically what happened. But, she always suspected that’s why her mom banned Buck and his friends from being near her house.

Rochelle confronted Buck about the sexual misconduct over the phone eight years ago. At first, he tried to deny it. Eventually, he admitted that he was at fault. He threw in some excuses about not having an active father and seeking attention cause their mom worked two, sometimes three, jobs to support them. That conversation was emotional – with both ending the call in tears. A week later, a card arrived in her mailbox. It was from Buck. The handwritten message read, ‘I’m truly sorry for how I hurt you. It kills me that I caused you so much pain. Please forgive me. I do love, sis.’ She called him that evening to let him know she’d already forgiven him. He was appreciative and their relationship began to heal. Surprisingly, there was some unacknowledged sexual tension that existed between them.

Rochelle decided she no longer wanted to think about the topic and that she was hungry. She went to the kitchen where he boys were eating their burgers talking about pro football. She grabbed a container of hummus, baby carrots, broccoli, a stick of extra sharp Vermont white cheddar cheese, and a handful of g****s. She pulled took a bag of pita chips from the pantry. Rochelle assembled her plate and asked the boys if they’d sent their essays. They confirmed and she promised to read them tomorrow and give feedback. She ran a bubble bath then sat in the large garden tub noshing on her snack plate.

The night wound down. Rochelle checked on the k**s. Both were in the rooms occupied with their phones. She wished them a good night and explained that she was going grocery shopping at the membership-only wholesale club. She encouraged them to text her any special requests they had outside of the normal food she purchased.

Back in her bedroom, she watched some more of the period drama she started on Saturday.

Lynton texted asking if she had a few minutes. He was working a very rare overnight shift to fill-in for one of his employees that had a death in the family. He indicated that he had time for quickie. She told him she’d be ready.

Lynton arrived a half-hour later. As usual, he was carrying a bouquet of fresh flowers from a nearby grocery store. Rochelle was in her plush bathrobe when she opened the door. They went to the master suite where she revealed the sheer, black lace babydoll that had on underneath.

Lynton pulled her to with with his bulky arms. His massive hands fondled her lower back. “I missed you so much, baby,” he confessed. “I think about you all the time.”

Rochelle knew time was of the essence. She turned up the volume on the TV then got her knees to service her lover. She suckled his hefty, eight-and-a-half-inch dick. It made him moan. After a few moments, he motioned for her to lie on her back.

Lynton climbed on top of the slender, yet voluptuous tranny. His hulky, solid frame dwarfed her soft, precious body. He angled his love tool towards her pussy. The heat emanating from down there had him almost ready to cum right then. He spat in his fist and rubbed on the head of his cock. He held her legs apart as pushed inside.

Rochelle moaned with pleasured discomfort as she felt the full width of Lynton’s manhood enter. She willed herself to relax. She felt every single inch as it pushed deeper in her rectum. She prompted her man to remove his shirt. She fondled her fake boobs while he began to work into a steady stroke rhythm.

Lynton was now giving her good, long, full repetitions of his Black snake. “Oh, baby! This pussy is so good!”
“You like this tranny pussy, huh daddy,” Rochelle teased him.
“You know I do! Gimme that tranny pussy, bitch!”
“Yes, daddy! Fuck me!”

Lynton thrust his loins into her supple, wanting, silken asspussy. He slammed as hard as he could. His pulse raced. He instructed Rochelle to get on her stomach. When he mounted her, his dick went balls deep. He humped and plowed her hole ferociously. The furor and strength with which he pounded her, made her whimper sweet little arousing sounds.

“Ooh..Ooh…h…Oh yeah…Yes daddy…Ooh…Fuck me…Take my…unh…faggot pussy,” she whined.
“Yeah, baby! I love this good faggit pussy. So juicy and wet. Damn!”
“I love that dick!”
“You like how Daddy fucks your li’l sissy boi ass?”
“Yes, daddy! I love the way you fuck me.”
“I wish I’d been your next door neighbor when you was twelve or thirteen. I’d have been fucking you every day behind my wife’s back!”
“Yes. sir. Fuck my tweleve year-old boipussy. Gimme that big grown man dick!”
“Ahhhhh baby! Fuuuuuuuuuucccccckkkk!”

Lynton planted his seed inside his pretty Black-porcelain China doll.

Lynton washed up and kissed her good night. He told her she could stop by his house during the day tomorrow since he was off and his wife would be at work.

Rochelle pulled the covers over head and drifted to sleep.

What Did I do Last Night???

Billy my partner and myself had been to the drag club in the next town to where we live, we always get a taxi so we can have a drink. We met up with a couple of TV’s and went to the courtesy rooms where we fucked them both rotten. The guy I was with took off his white lace panties before we started and said he would give them to me as a souvenir, which I accepted and put on when I left, leaving my boxers behind and we went off home in the taxi.

We then red hot sex and as we are both versatile,we had the best of both worlds, we were so tired by 0030, we showered and went asleep after a hot kissing session. We must have slept soundly and when I woke it was about 6.30 Billy said he would go a make a cup of tea, and went to get out of bed. “Hey Billy” “Yes Jack” and I asked him
“Did you whack off again before you just got up?”

He grinned “Not yet, although got a hefty boner on me ready for a fuck and a wank, why?”

“Nothing” I said, “Only I thought you had had a go at me before I woke up, I feel awfully sticky”

Billy laughed again “Not guilty, yet” I told him I would get up, so I rose from the bed as Billy turned around he screamed what the fuck has happened to you “I don’t know” I cried, “But I feel really odd”

I pulled off the panties which were actually soaking wet and sticky, and all I saw was a large patch of bare flesh, no cock or balls.” I sat on the stool and Billy came closer “Jack, you better brace yourself, looks as though you got cunted last night. You have a pussy between your legs and its leaking white sticky cum stuff.”

I put my hand down and to my horror it slid across my smooth cockless and balless flesh and just a little lower felt a hot wet pair of lips with a gash in between I slid two fingers inside, it was warm and sticky and, fucking hell,I was actually enjoying it.

“Billy” I said “When I left the tranny last night he/she said next time we meet I might even get to fuck you for a change, and I never thought anything of it, but she gave me a drink to cool me down I’ll bet the fucking tablet was inside there then. Are these results permanent Billy?, can you find out for me please, otherwise I am like this for life.”

Billy went on the internet and checked out the Transgender,Tran sexual ,FTM, MTF etc etc.. and came up with a pill that was used on men that were doing a personal change to their sexual organs, but did not want to go the whole hog to become a female.

The tablet was designed to work during sleeping hours, took only 2 hours to complete after 2 hours from ingestion. We left the club at 11pm, got home had a quick session, showered and were in bed by 0045, no wonder I felt off, the tablet had started to work.

Billy said “On the good side, although the changes are for lifetime, you have a full working vagina, WITHOUT, the usual problems of monthlies etc…. The tablet also preserved the glands which produce semen so you will excrete precum as when you had a cock and balls, which will lube your pussy, when you climax you will also cum when the guy does so could be messy. On the down side, as you are still a 100% male, when you see a guy you fancy, instead of getting a boner on, your pussy will swell slightly and you will excrete pre cum and also maybe a small amount of cum. This means unless you want to soil your trousers, jogging bottoms etc, you have to use tampons all the time, or panty liners to absorb the cum.

I must have looked really pissed off “So now you will just fuck me for the rest of my life?” Billy laughed “Yeah, shame isn’t it,,, think of the fucking big dildos I can shove up your pussy as well though…. As soon as the shops open I will get you some tampons and we can sort ourselves out”

He came back an hour later with a few parcels. He looked at me and said Jack “I have bought you some bits and pieces, please don’t be offended, we will try them out and if you are not happy forget it ok?!

“Ok Billy” I replied “Lets see what you have” the first packet I opened had 12 packets of tampons in, so I bent over and pulled out some tissue from my pussy and pushed a tampon up, it felt quite nice actually and I could feel it expanding inside me, just leaving a piece of string to pull it out again. (15 minutes later I was still dry!!!) to my horror the other parcels contained lingerie.

“Oh shit Billy, you want me to wear these?” I whispered, he laughed “Only if you want to, come on lets try some on”

I pulled out some rather fetching black lace panties and a lace suspender belt with matching stockings. I pulled the belt up, I felt so embarrassed, but Billy seemed to be enjoying it, I put on first one stocking, fastened it to the suspender clips and Billy pulled the other one up, Fuck me he was bthrobbingreathing heavily. and he had a huge boner on, clearly visible through his jogging bottoms. I pulled the panties over my feet and stood up and he pulled them up.

He held me closely to him and kissed me soundly, his hands rubbing my nipples, I could feel his cock throbbing through his Joggers, and I managed to lower them and a jock he had on, his monster cock sprang out, I could feel my pussy warming up, I gently pulled my tampon out it was already soaked and sticky, and let it drop. I guided Billys monster into my pussy and felt him push it up and inside, this felt amazing. I was so surprised he was still kissing and tonguing me thoroughly, and we were face to face, and I was getting well and truly fucked, this was a really pleasant change and I LOVED IT.

We finished, he pulled out, and I licked his lovely big cut headed cock clean, he knelt down and licked my pussy of all our joined cum juices and then pushed a fresh tampon in. He looked at me… “Jack, think you can cope with this for ever?” I answered “I certainly can, far better without my cock and balls and I hate to admit it, but I love wearing Lingerie.”

“Thank Goodness” said Billy, I have also bought you black pantyhose to wear for work save wearing panties and socks. ” “Thank goodness” I replied, “I tried wearing my normal boxers but they cut into my pussy and felt awful.

Some of the tights (Pantyhose) were 15 denier and some 60, so I put a pair of 60 on to wear with my jeans, I looked in the mirror and saw a fit, muscular guy looking back at me, wearing black tights and sporting a camel toe through my tights. Shit it looked good.

We went back to the club again, met the same TV’s, and the one I suspected of slipping me a pill, took me upstairs again. Sat me down and said “I am sorry I slipped you a cunt style pill, it was wrong of me, how are you coping?”‘

I told him/her and she leaned forward and pulled down my jeans, and when she saw my tights she grabbed me and kissed me hard… you look stunning” She said, “I suppose you would like this now then” and pulled down her skirt.

She had on red stockings, suspender belt and red satin thing which was just about containing a massive cock and balls. She pulled out a huge cock and balls and pulled down my tights, pulled out the tampon and pushed her member inside me…. shit, I love being fucked in the pussy… she/he worked way and suddenly filled me with hot thick creamy cum. Oh I Love This.

As Billy did, she pulled put I licked him clean, and then she licked my pussy dry and pushed a dry tampon inside.

I am going to really love my life now……

..

Blowbang Fantasy

Alarm sounded at 6am and my sissy clitty was hard as can be. My panties were soaked in precum and my anal butt plug was still stretching my ass and it felt so good. Not having came in over a week my horny self got the best of me and so I decided out of curiosity to post a few pictures in the morning on craigslist just for fun and not taking it to seriously. My ad read something along the lines of sissy crossdresser wants nothing more than to have you dominate my mouth and ass.

To my surprise responses came rolling in and it made me so excited. My cock was dripping about just the thought of sucking a real cock and having cum shot all over me. Being careful not to touch my sissy clitty I did not want to ruin the moment and took it a step further! I responded to one of the ads because he sent me a picture of a hard veiny yummy looking cock and I could not resist. My response was sure but it is my first time so I want to be cautious and use a condom. He said ok and our time and date was on. Am I really doing this I thought to myself, it is something I wanted for so long! So I kept on and got all my sissy clothes and makeup in a travel bag and waited.

The time was near and I was looking forward to this moment more than any other! My heart racing and hands sweating, my cock was showing through my panties it was so hard. It was time to meet him and off I went; The ride over to the hotel was very long, I could not wait to get there and knock on the door! I pulled up and got my bag out of the car and saw a man staring out the window peeking where I was suppose to be going, his cock was showing through the window and I got even more excited and ran as fast as I could to the door.

I knocked on the door and he welcomed me in with a big smile on his face. I said please give me a minute to pretty myself up and I will be right out. About 20 minutes later I walked out with a two piece lingerie set on with all the makeup set just right and no hair anywhere on my body. It felt so good.

He waisted no time and grabbed my ass and had my shake it for him and touch my toes. As soon as I reached down he pulled my panties down and began caressing my ass. Ooooh my god it felt amazing. The worries I had became narrow and it started to feel normal, like this is what I was meant to be. He continued grabbing and massaging my ass and then I felt his wrapped cock rubbing up and down my ass. Mmmmm he said while asking if I was ready, I said yes please and looked back at him with approval. He was so well mannered and nice to me!

He inched his way into my ass with his large 9 inch black cock and I was in heaven. The cock got bigger as he entered my ass and before I knew it I was a sissy slut. I started rocking my ass back onto his cock and started fucking him! It felt so good that I wiggled my ass and squeezed my ass on his cock while going back and forth as fast as I could. The pleasure took over me and I said please cum in me. He took his cock out of my ass and pulled his condom off and said sure thing honey.

Moments later I felt a throb and pulsating cock with him moaning in pleasure, I knew this was about to be my first cum experience and my cock was so hard and just dripping precum. He moaned and I felt a warm sensation in my ass and he collapsed on top of me. I lied there for a moment and he pulled away with cum still attached to his cock stretching from my asshole. I turned around and eagerly licked it clean and sucked his cock dry. With the cum in my ass I pulled my panties back up and dressed myself but he had other plans.

All of a sudden he locked the door and said you are not going anywhere! I have a few friends on there way to see you and I want you to get undressed again and spread your sissy ass on the bed ready for some more cocks. I obeyed was very nervous as this was not what I was expecting. He began to tie me to the bed posts and I was not sure what was going on but knew that a good sissy does what he is told. I let him tie me up and I waited.

Knock,Knock, I heard talking outside the door, there were atleast 4 or 5 guys! He welcomed them all in and they all began to get their cocks out immediately. I did not say a word but just nodded my head when the first guy said open wide girl and take my big cock in your sissy mouth. My mouth stretched wide and was just able to take his cock, the precum from his cock was enough to lube the outside edges of my lips so help it slide in easier. He began thrusting his cock in my mouth with one hand behind my head.

This went on for an hour with them all taking turns fucking my mouth. I then heard them saying they were ready to cum and one after another, they started shooting cum into my mouth and all over my face. It was so warm and tastes so good that the only thing on my mind was how I wanted to be a good girl and swallow all this cum. MMmmmm it all went down so easily and I really wanted more!

They let me suck their cocks dry afterwords and each one before leaving shoved their bare cock in my ass, I did not ask any questions but was kinda curious to this ritual. Before leaving one guy remarked your ass belongs to us now as he untied me. Oh my what I have done!

They all got my number and said meet us back here at the same time in a week but do not cum because we want you even sluttier next time, more guys will be here and more cum for your mouth and ass so be ready. I went home with wet panties and dried cum on my face. I did not shower or clean up afterwords and instead answered another craigslist response and said I will be right there. From this moment forward I am now a cock owned sissy bitch and it was all I ever wanted!

The end!

Anal sex, fisting and degradation – Part 6

The following days I stretched my sphincter, fucked my colon deep with long dildos and fucked my throat. Additionally, I worked out, mostly at the gym with Andy. On Thursday, Andy gave me a bag with cloths and said: “Come to my house tomorrow at 7 o’clock and wear these.” At home, I looked inside the bag. It was a school uniform. That’s strange. I didn’t know what he was up to. On Friday evening I was on time when I rang the bell. It was a little funny, taking the bus wearing this school uniform on a Friday evening. When the door open, I was surprised. Andy was wearing a suit. I have never seen him wearing a suit and didn’t even know he owned one. “You are late,” he said. “I looked at my watch. “No, it’s 7 o’clock.” He looked at his watch. “It’s 7.01 and I told you to be here at 7. You never listen. That’s your problem.” I was insecure. What does he mean? What’s going on? “Don’t play stupid on me, Sarah. Come on in.” I entered the house. “Follow me.” I went behind him, still insecure what was going on. “Sit down.” He pointed at the chair in the kitchen. “You know why you are here, right?” “No, actually I have no clue.” “Stop playing dumb. You should be glad I didn’t call your parents and that I’m open to discuss this with you in private.” “What have I done wrong?” He sat on the table with one side, leaning forward towards me. “You, my little girl, haven’t done your homework and even had the courage to tell me that homework is -I quote- ‘dumb as shit’. You understand that I can’t tolerate that?” At that moment, the penny’s dropped. I was so stupid. This was a role play. I was the naughty school girl and he was the strict teacher. I smiled. “What’s so funny about this?” he asked angrily. “Nothing, sir.” “Sir? SIR? How about some respect? Here I am your master!” “Sorry, master,” I said sheepishly. “Now back to our encounter. What do you have to say in your defence for not doing your homework?” “I was busy and, in the evening, I didn’t want to do it and thought that it might be okay because it’s rather unimportant.” Andy’s head turned red. “I don’t believe my ears. You have been too busy to do your homework? And you think that homework is some kind of optional doing? What kept you so busy?” “I was in the gym with my boyfriend.” “You consider that more important than doing your homework? Who is your boyfriend by the way? Does he go to our school?” “No, he has already finished school and is a successful businessman. And he is more man than you will ever be.” “I think you need to be taught some manners. You need to respect your authorities.” He got up and stood behind me. His hands rested on my shoulders. “You are a bad, bad girl. Do you know what we do with bad girls?” “No. Give them a badge?” He leaned down and whispered in my ear: “No, we punish them. And because you’ve been a very bad girl, your punishment will be extra hard.” “You mean humiliation?” “That’s exactly what I mean.” He straightened up, his hands slowly moving down towards my chest. His right hand slipped inside my blouse, resting over my breast. His left hand encompassed my throat. Till now, nothing really had happened, but I was already aroused. This was something new and I liked it. I heard metal rattling and something being placed around my neck. It was a collar with a chain. “Get down on your knees!” I did as he said. “Now lean forward, on your hands and walk like a dog.” I did and the hard floor hurt my knees. Andy was in front of me, pulling the chain. “Faster, slave!” I crawled along the corridor towards the stairs. My knees already hurt a lot. “Now down the stairs. Forward!” I nearly fell twice, but somehow I managed to go down. The last meters to the toy room was easy. Arrived in the room, Andy secured the chain on the wall. He put a gag in my mouth and tied my hands to a bar. The bar itself was tied to the wall in front of me. I heard him pee and a minute later he placed a bowl full of pee beneath my face. “Be a good slave and drink that.” I did and even liked the last drop out of it. “That’s how it is done. I see, you are willing to learn and to obey.” He pulled my hair up, till my head was on the level of his hip. My hands were still tied to the bar, so he opened his trouser and pulled out his penis. I licked the long shaft, up and down. Giving the tip a kiss every time I was at the top. “Now put it in your mouth.” I sucked it hard, putting it in as deep as I could. After a few minutes of sucking, he pulled his penis out and pushed me back down. He tied my legs to a second bar and I was on the floor, doggystyle and unable to move. His hand wandered over my back, down to my skirt. He lifted it up, revealing my panties. My asshole was already gaping. He pulled down my panties, revealing my anus. “What a nice asshole. And strong cheeks and thighs.” Then the first beat of the paddle hit me. Oh yes! I wanted it so badly. Then the second hit. I lost count around 65. My ass was glowing I wanted him to continue. When he was finished, he was breathing heavy. My ass hurt and it felt great. I heard him unzip his trouser and kneeing behind me. He grabbed my hip, pulled me back and his penis entered my asshole. Without lube, just like that. “Now let’s see how deep that asshole of yours is.” The dry penis pushed its way through my dry rectum. But I had stretched it enough the last couple of days and it was no problem. Andy removed the leash from the wall and pull it towards him. His hip moved faster and faster, the friction turning my rectum hot. Even if I wanted to escape forward, I couldn’t. The chain pulled me back and I didn’t want to escape anyway. I wanted this. When he came, the sperm spread in my whole rectum, cooling it down and causing a kind of lube. But he didn’t stop. He kept on fucking me. The gliding feature of the sperm faded and after a while it was again his dry penis against my dry rectum. He came again and the load was as big as the first one. This time, he pulled his penis out. I was a little sad because I had hoped for a third round. Andy put a plug in my ass and sealed it. Then he ripped apart my cloth. All of it, till I was naked. He removed the gag and gently stroked my hair. “You haven’t screamed at all. You are a brave girl.” “I told you I won’t scream, master.” “Who says I’m finished?” “Why did you destroy my cloths, master? I don’t have any other cloths with me and I don’t want to go home naked.” “That’s not my problem.” I heard something sparkling. In the next moment, a sharp pain rushed through my body. “Ouuuuuuuuh!” “See, there it is. My electroshock weapon makes everybody scream.” The next sharp pain rushed through my body. I tried to supress the scream. But I couldn’t. Never have I felt so much pain. Andy shocked me more than two dozen times and every time I screamed loud. Andy alternated between shocking and hitting me. No part of my body was spared except my face. In the end, my whole body ached. My throat was sore from all the screaming. Andy untied me and lead me upstairs. I was still walking on hands and knees. We walked through the living room and out on the terrace. It was already dark and chilly. He opened the door of the dog pound and attached the leash on the wall. “You will stay the night out here with my dog. You cannot untie the leash or the collar. They’re both secured with a lock. Good night. And don’t scream. Nobody will hear you.” He left, turned off the light and went inside. His dog came to me and comforted me. I snuggled against him. He was warm and fluffy. When I woke up the next morning, he was still hugging and warming me. The sun was at the horizon. I played with the dog till Andy came back. He wore his normal cloths. After he removed the collar, I jumped at him and kissed him. We rolled around the floor in the pound and had sex in front of the curious dog. Andy carried me inside, my arms and legs around his body. I gently stroked his hair. “Did you like the roleplay?” he asked. “I did. It was amazing. Thank you.” I kissed his cheek. “You smell like dog.” “I spend the night cuddling with a dog. That’s why.” He laughed and we slipped into the shower.
I actually had no spare cloths with me. Fortunately, I had stored some trousers and shirts at Andy’s house. We spend most of the day at home. Me watching TV, Andy doing some work stuff. In the afternoon, we went to the gym and worked out till our muscles were sore. I was done after an hour, but Andy exercised for more than four hours. His muscles were pumped and huge, I wanted to fuck him right at the spot. On the way home, I couldn’t wait. I unfastened my seat belt, lean over and put my head in Andy’s lap. His car had shaded windows, so hardly anybody could see inside. I gave him a blowjob and he had to concentrate a lot while driving. When we were back home, Andy asked: “Do you like public sex? Running around naked under the cloud of night?” “I never had sex in a public place and the last night was my first night being naked outside,” I replied. We made a plan. I would run through the town naked the following night. And we wanted to have sex in a public place.
Our journey started at midnight. I was completely naked, except my runners. Andy was dressed and had a bag with cloths and a blanket in case we run into trouble. I was up ahead, Andy behind me a few steps. Whenever somebody came, by car, by bike, by foot, I hid. I jumped over a fence or behind a corner or a bush. The goal was to reach the fountain at the market square and going for a swim in it. The last part was tricky because the market place is busy on a Saturday night. After about an hour, we reached the edge of the city. From here on were no fences or bushes to hide behind. Only dark corners or basement stairs. It was busier than we thought and it took almost 30 minutes to cover one block. Six more blocks to go, that was impossible. We considered plan B. Going through the city park to the lake at the other end. The park was dark and full of bushes. Here I could go without stopping much. When we entered the park, Andy stopped and undressed himself. Naked, with only our runners and a bag of cloths on Andy’s back, we sneaked through the park. “I have to pee,” I said. “Me too. Wouldn’t it be great to be covered in pee and sperm when walking through the park?” Andy responded. We looked around. There was a kiosk down the road. The ground behind it was mossy and soft. Perfect. I got down on my knees and Andy showered me with his golden juice. Then Andy laid down and I covered him with my salty fluids. I sat on top of him, his huge penis deep inside me. A moment before he came, I stood up and his sperm burst out on his body. It was hard to see due to the darkness. However, we managed to rub each other’s bodies with his cum. We continued our walk, reeking of urine and sperm. A couple of bikers overtook us or crossed our way, but neither of them seemed to notice anything particular. At the lake, we found a remote place behind some rocks. Andy tied our bag to a tree, so that it could not be stolen. We got rid of our shoes and laid down on the rocks. There were several campfires around the lake. At the nearest, two people had sex. I slipped into the water quietly and splashed water on Andy. He got up and jumped into the lake. I couldn’t see him and didn’t know if he had already surfaced, when I felt a hand grabbing my left leg, pulling me down. Andy pushed me under water. I grabbed his head and pushed me up. Snorting with laughter, we fooled around. After a while, we calmed down, swimming in circles around an invisible point, looking into each other’s eyes. I could only see his face when his head was towards the nearest fire. Our circle became tighter, till our hands touched while balancing our bodies. Andy moved around me, came closer and rested his huge hands on my belly and chest. He kissed the side of my neck, pressing my body against his. I didn’t move at all. His penis entered my asshole and I closed my eyes. I imagined us, being in the sea on a tropical island. Hearing the waves crushing the shore. That’s where I wanted to be. With the man of my dreams on my side, till the end of our lives. Andy fucked my asshole and tickled my clitoris. He came before me, but didn’t stop till the orgasm made my body quiver. He sat down on a rock in the lake, only our heads and shoulders out of the water, his penis still inside of me. We sat there till the first shafts of sunlight were visible on the horizon. After we dried ourselves, we put on our cloths and walked to the nearest station. I was almost 5 in the morning and there was hardly anybody aboard. Andy smelled my hair. “You still smell of urine,” he said with a smile. He gave me a kiss on my head and I snuggled against him. Back home, we took a long, hot shower, to get rid of all the body fluids. We slept till afternoon and had sex twice before I left. On my way home I looked out of the window. I remembered my thoughts from last night. A tropical island, just for Andy and me. I wondered if this dream became true one day.

Sex With Boyfriend In Front Of Hubby–1

Sex With Boyfriend In Front Of Hubby--1

Hi, I am amulya, I’m 25 years old. I have been given a good and attractive features and a well developed and maintained body. My husband Rajesh (inherited name here) and I have been married for about five years. Our marriage was an arranged one and we really love each other very much.

My regular visits to my beautician have made my skin extra fair, smooth and attractive. I had a very fair colour and my statistics are 35-27-36 which I always maintained by daily morning and evening walks and weekly session at the gym. Since my husband owned a flourishing business, he never wanted me to take a job and work.

As such most of my time was spent on watching television or talking to friends either on the net or on the phone. Our sex life was also very satisfying for both of us. We used to do sex about 4-5 times a week and sometimes daily for weeks together. Most of the time my husband would take me two to three times in a night.

But after some time (about an year ago), we both got somewhat bored from the routine style of doing sex. We both tried different postures, saw a number of blue films to get new ideas and get stimulated. We read a number of sex books and I even talked to my friends for new ways to put some spice in our sexual activities.

It worked for a while but again the excitement ended as we both wanted to do something all-to-gather new and different that would stimulate us for a long time. Later we both started fantasising while doing sex. We both one by one used to narrate a fictitious story about doing sex with someone else, normally it was someone known to both of us or someone from our past.

It worked amazingly fine for both of us. It gave us an opportunity to share and narrate our hidden fantasies, desires and past experiences in sex under the cover of fiction. We both used to spin new stories each day and in this way we shared our hidden feelings towards what we wanted or done in past.

Sometimes we fantasized about having group sex or threesome to add some more spice in our sexual adventures. My hubby always wanted me to fantasise threesome with two men taking me. I always found him to get over excited and extra horny listening to such stories. It was during these sessions,

that I confessed to him that during my college days I had a boyfriend named Arvind (fictitious name) who had gone up to the extent of kissing me several times and fondling and pinching my boobs and nipples from outside only over my shirt and not putting his hands inside. The very story of sex with my boyfriend that day made him extra excited and stimulated and honestly the very thought of doing it with Arvind made me extra hot and wanting.

This thing went on for sometime and my husband always preferred having a fantasy of Arvind being narrated to him. It was during this period that I really got so hot about having sex with Arvind that I actually started needing him to satisfy my lust.. All my memories of him hugging, kissing and fondling me came repeatedly to me even while having sex with my husband and his thoughts gave me multiple orgasms.

Sometimes I would masterbate while taking a bath thinking about doing sex with Arvind. A couple of times while having sex, my husband asked me if I too was interested in group sex or a threesome. At first I thought he had gone crazy but my hubby told me that the biggest fantasy of a man is to watch his wife having sex with someone else in front of him.

I told him that in a married life such a thing was undesirable and it may put a strain on the married life. He had an answer for this, he told me that it is wrong only when done without the knowledge of your spouse, but if done with the consent and knowledge, it would be fun and enjoyment. May be I was not in my right senses and being over excited and hot, I agreed to his proposal.

The thought at the back of my mind was that if my hubby had no objection of I having sex with a friend of him maybe I would not feel guilty if I go ahead and try to do it with Arvind and enjoy what we could not do in those days. We discussed the people with whom such a thing was possible and finally we selected one of his friends who was a nice guy and visited us occasionally and I too liked him.

Since it was my husband’s friend so the task of getting him involved in a threesome was to be done by my husband Rajesh only and I could at the most entice his friend and arouse his interest if there was a need to do that, but the actual offer was to made by Rajesh. It was one thing to discuss it between us and a different thing to do it in reality.

Since it was my hubby who wanted me to have sex with someone else, the thought of guilt was gone and a feeling of excitement of a new kind took me. I was wondering how it would feel to be touched, pinched and fucked by someone else than my hubby. Now since I was getting excited thinking about it, I pushed my hubby a few times to go to his friend and talk to him into doing sex with us but he could not gather courage to make him such an open offer.

I even made my hubby go to his friend’s home and find an opportunity to talk this thing there, but he came back empty and did not even raise the subject. His only thought was that if he declined, he would never be able to face him and what if this thing goes out to his other friends. Then his other thought was that he would always be feeling small in front of a man who had fucked his wife in his presence as he would always be meeting him on occasions.

Though his thoughts were logical but I knew his real fear was that if once his friend have sex with me, he would never be able to stop us from doing it again whenever we feel like and even doing it in his absence. He would be reduced to a silent spectator to our sexual relationship with no moral right to stop us.

Later Rajesh finally accepted that he could not go to his friend and make such an offer to him. I then suggested him to call his friend home once and I would entice him by showing off a good view of my tits and body parts and then my husband can do the rest. But he had perhaps changed his mind about it.

I even asked him to talk about a swapping of partners which is still exciting and a new thing for us and it would make both the men equal since they both would have fucked each other’s wife. But it looked like he had no strength to do that too. It looked like an anti climax with all the excitement leaving without satisfying the lust that had grown inside me. It looked like that we might be pushed to continue with our routine which had become dull.

A few days later, I went to my parents home which wasnt too far from our city. While I was sitting in the drawing room, I casually glanced outside the window to the nearby house where my boyfriend Arvind used to live before he shifted to another home. Suddenly my heartbeat increased when I saw Arvind standing there, possibly he had come to attend to some work there.

The very sight of him after so many years sent waves of lust in my whole body. My pussy suddenly started getting moist and I really wished if I was alone in the house now and if he could come and take me and fuck real hard. Since I had been fantasising doing sex with him for the past so many days, these feelings and lust were not in my control.

The memory of all the kisses, hugs and fondling of my boobs and every other thing we had done together in my college days came to my mind making me long for him in desperation. Later that night, my hubby Rajesh was in a romantic mood and while I was away he had arranged for a porn movie which he wanted to watch while having sex with me to give him some kicks.

We had done this several times before so I agreed to it. He got up and took out a new CD from his cupboard and inserted it in the player. By the time the movie started, he had stripped and got in the bed besides me where I was nude myself. We lay there hugged together and kissing in between while watching the movie.

The film was as storyless like any other porn movie where the whole concentration was on how the sexual actions were done. An attractive girl whose dress was more revealing than concealing was at a bar and soon she was approached by a young man. After a drink and some small talk, they leave together.

The next scene showed the couple in a hotel room quickly undressing each other and kissing and hugging. As the man removed his shorts and sat on the bed. his thick penis was partially erect and balls were heavy and hanging low.. The girls started giving him a blow job and very soon his penis gains full erection and it looked like a solid pole.

The very sight of such a monster tool set my pussy on fire. My hubby Rajesh was already fondling by boobs and nipples and he had taken his one hand down to explore my wet pussy. I was wondering how the girl was enjoying sucking and fondling such a monster penis which was in fact much bigger and thicker than my hubby’s penis.

All of a sudden the thought of Arvind came to my mind as his appearance in the morning had evoked the lustful feelings in me. I started visualising as if it was me in the movie and Arvind in place of the man and I was sucking his huge penis taking it in and out of my mouth. The size was making me think as to how much I would have to open my mouth and stretch the muscles to take it fully inside.

I was sure that once inside, it would taste great and sweet. I had closed my eyes in sheer ecstasy and with my hubby fondling and kissing my boobs and stroking my vagina, I was feeling as if I was lying naked with Arvind and it was he who was playing with my nudity. In between I would open my eyes when Rajesh would kiss my lips or was sucking my boobs and would get a glimpse of the movie which now showed the man sucking the girl’s pussy.

I gave out a soft moaning sound feeling as if it was Arvind who was licking my vagina. My hubby shook me and asked to watch the movie and I saw suddenly another man enter the room who was the husband of the girl and surprisingly instead of a fight, he too started stripping off and joined the couple.It seem like he was enjoying his wife’s pussy being sucked by another man and hear their moaning sounds. Now the girl had started again sucking and stroking his boyfriend’s penis right in front of her husband. I too was thinking what it would be like if my husband find me doing the same with Arvind. The very thought made my pussy wet and dripping.

Finally the girl got up, crawled up on the bed, and lay on her back. Her husband moved up and bent over her, pressing his dick against her lips, which she began to suck, while the other man went down on her and began to tongue her wet clean shaven pussy and finally putting his long dick in her and started humping her.

I was getting hotter and hotter and it looked like I needed Arvind’s penis more than anything in the world. I was almost getting exasperated for him. My hubby who was watching the movie with great interest asked me how I was feeling like. I was now beyond caring of what he would think. I asked him if he would allow me to have sex with Arvind for once and for that I was willing to do anything that he would wish for.

I even told him that I would try and get him any friend or relative of mine with whom he would like to have sex with. I even told him that even now I was thinking that I was having sex with Arvind just like the way it was being done in the movie. My moanings and the name of Arvind gave my hubby another kick and I found his penis getting harder than before.

He smiled while rubbing my pussy and said, “you seem to to be turning on great by this movie honey, I never knew you would get that hot.” I was now beyond replying to him but I agains asked him to allow me for once to have sex with Arvind as I really need him now inside me. I was almost begging him to accept my request and was willing to do anything he wanted me to do in return.

I told him that I would do it only if he allow me and not otherwisely. But it looked like he thought I was talking in my excitement and was not so serious about it. That night we made most violent love and even still I wanted more. I was moaning loudly and continued calling Arvind’s name repeatedly while my husband gripped my hips and fucked me real hard with his long strokes.

The fire inside me was not destroyed even when my husband released his discharge inside me twice. I too was getting orgasm after orgasm and my love juice continued to flow out of my vagina and make big patches on the bed sheet. But I still needed Arvind and I kept on requesting my husband to allow me to do this just for once and I promised I would never ask for it again.

Later we both lay on the bed totally exhausted and wet in sweat. It was a great fuck after so many days and I was really hot. Fully spent we both slept rest of the night hugged tightly together. The next morning we both awoke in a very good mood. Being a Sunday, there was no need to get up early and start the daily errands.

My husband rolled over on top of me and slid his hand into my still wet vagina while kissing my lips, it was turning me on again. He asked me “Palak, you really got turned on last night and you were continuously moaning and calling Arvind’s name. Are you really serious about doing it with him. OK tell me what else have you done with him in your college days.”

I smiled at him and said, “dont think that he had fucked me yet but yes he had kissed me on my lips a few times and he had pressed and fondled my boobs from over my shirt when we were watching a movie and no one was looking at us.” Rajesh bend over me and started sucking my nipples which were turning hard and getting erect.

He asked again “are you sure you did nothing else” I gave out a laughter and said mockingly, “if you dont believe me why dont you call him and ask yourself.” He gripped me firmly and almost squeezed me before asking again, “Palak, you were moaning for Arvind yesterday and really too much. Was that just because you were hot watching the movie or you really want him.”

I said, “I would be honest with you Rajesh as I dont want any misunderstanding between us. For the past so many days we have been fantasising about having sex with others and since I had a little closeness with Arvind, it had made me hot and long for him. Yes I want to have sex with him for once but only if you have no objection to it and if you say no, I would forget it.”

After a few minutes he asked again, “would you be doing it with him away from me or in my presence?” Now this was a strange question, I was wondering if he would allow me doing it or what, still I said, “I would do it as per your wish since I would not be doing anything without your knowledge.” He was still in deep thoughts when we finally got up and I proceeded towards the kitchen for making our morning tea.

In the afternoon when we were relaxing after lunch together in the bed, my hubby again brought the subject of Arvind which I think he had not been able to remove from his mind. He asked me if Arvind would be willing to swap partners with him, meaning I could have sex with Arvind and in return my hubby would have sex with his wife.

Now this was a very critical issue, I knew that Arvind was having trouble in his married life and he and his wife were not having it comfortable at the moment, so it was out of question to even ask him for such a thing. I knew it through a common friend of ours and I told this to my husband since I did not want that he stick to this precondition of having his wife in return of me.

Taking me in his arms and kissing me passionately he finally asked me, “tell me honestly Palak, are you really serious about doing it with Arvind?” I too responded his kisses and said, “Rajesh I love you so much but these fantasies have made me horny and crazy. If you allow me I would love to do it just once. I could have done it without telling you also but I am always faithful to you and love you.”

After thinking for some time he finally said, “Palak, we were trying for a threesome just because I wanted to see you being fucked by someone else. It is my fantasy to see you doing it in front of me. I was reading that its the number one fantasy of all married men to watch their wife being fucked in their presence. OK you try and call him here and we would sit together and have a drink.

If everything goes well, you can do it there in front of me and I would sit and watch you both and enjoy. But if I am not too comfortable with him, you might have to call off the program then and there. Of course he can enjoy the drinks and the company” I was so happy that I almost crushed by husband by hugging him tightly and asked him to take me again and fuck me harder this time too.

A couple of days later I managed a program to my home town. Only my husband knew the real purpose of my visit. I was supposed to contact Arvind and ask him to come over at our place and if things go well, I could have sex with him. Before I left, I had contacted a few of my old college time friends and mates who somehow knew Arvind.

It was a difficult task since he was now not in touch with most and had already changed his residence where he lived earlier that was near our home. Had he been still there, it would have been easy to contact him. After a great search I somehow managed to get his office whereabouts without his mobile phone number.

In my home there, after my brothers had left for their offices and everyone else got busy in their own errands, I left my home on the pretext of meeting some friend who was in town after a long time. It was a long distance to his office and driving my car on the dusty roads was tough. After a little search, I was able to find his office which was a small cabin with one worker sitting outside the chamber for Arvind.

Since I could not talk to him over the phone to inform about my plan to meet him, I had to wait for a little while before he arrived at his office. He was very much surprised to find me there and he even said that I was the last person he could expect to come to his office.

We both were sitting in his chamber and after initial hi and hello and how everything was going, now it was time for me to come to the point for which I had undertaken this journey.. He too was very anxious to know the reason how I found him here and more importantly why I was there. I too was longing to tell him the reason for my visit but still had no idea how to begin.

Somehow I started with our old memories and how we used to go on dates to movies and isolated parks and all those things. This was the best opening I could think of and during the conversation that followed, I asked him if it he could come over to my house where we could sit together and chat as my husband too was interested in meeting him.

For once he was surprised as to why my hubby wanted to meet him and he asked me if he knew about our college days association and the little closeness. I told him that he know only what I told him and he was a nice broad minded person and take things sportingly. Still he was not satisfied and tried to read my eyes for any clue.

But frankly the state I was in, I was unable to meet his stare as I knew I was a total give away. Not to go in too much of details, he was confused as I gave him no clear idea as to why I was asking him to come over but as my last sentence on the matter, I told him to come over and he would not regret this trip in his life and perhaps would remember it always.

He agreed to come the next weekend as it was his days off. Finally I got up to take a leave, I was really happy and was anxious to have him at my home for a possible sexual adventure, it seem like a long dream being fulfilled. He too got up to see me off and as I stood at the door of his chamber, before I could open the cabin door, he caught my hand and took me in his arms and started kissing me.

to be continueed……..

My Ass Fucker

My Ass Fucker

Hi! Its Amulya here 1 year ago this story happened in Bnglre. I was there with Rajesh, my cousin brother and it was a business trip. Rajesh is very smart and gentle person he got all the things in his little age. He has very attractive personality. I was a great fan of Rajesh because of his qualities. Rajesh is a businessman his business is related to import-export. So for this he usually makes visit to abroad and his client/suppliers are mostly from Arabian countries. And in these dealings he usually met them in hotels and office. Sometimes he welcomes his clients with call girls, because almost all Arabians are great fan of Indian women and all these things are normal in business dealings.
Once Rajesh said to me that today you arrange the guest room because one of my clients from Dubai is coming for dinner and after dinner he will stay at our guest room and will enjoy with a call girl. All the time Rajesh made these arrangements outside but at that time due to Bombay Bomb blast there was very much checking in hotels. So for security purpose Rajesh made all these arrangements at home. So I made all the arrangements for them and was preparing dinner. On 7 pm they came I saw first time any Arabian sheikh. He was almost 6-2 in height and have 42 inches chest, will be of 42 years age and have lust in his eyes. They came in and sat in drawing room at that time I was in blue sari and a matching sleeveless backless low cut blouse since it was business meeting, normally I wear western stuff. They were discussing some business points. On 9 o’clock Rajesh told me to arrange dinner before that they had taken scotch. So I called our servant and said him to arrange all the things, after arrangement I called both of them for dinner. Rajesh introduced him that, this is Mr. Rahaman and this is my sister Lisa. We said hi each other. Then we started to take dinner in between Rahman asked, what about night arrangement Rajesh answered yes I called someone but why she did not come till now? Ok I just call her and Rajesh went to another room for making phone to a call girl in that mean time Mr. Rahman said you are really a beautiful lady and have a marvelous figure I just smiled but I felt his thirst eyes on my body, he was watching my mountains and depths. Oh by the way im 34 24 36 black hair eyes 5 ft 5 inc gained attention of most men and I always felt that even my bro realized this as he would take me to his business meetings with him, reasons best known to him. I felt some shy but suddenly Rajesh came and said Mr. Rahaman I am very much sorry the call girl is not coming because of security checking. In these days here the conditions are very much tight due to bomb blast. Mr. Rahman said Oh god now how I spent my night this would be very difficult for me. After completing the dinner both of them went to guest room and I went to bedroom.
After 2 hours, I think it was 12 in night Rajesh came in to bed room and asked me dear Lisa do you love me? I replied why are you asking like that? He replied first tell me, then I said yes then he said please do one thing for me.
I asked what? Then he told me please understand the whole situation. Mr. Rahaman is our client, so it is our duty to please him t I questioned, but what can I do in this situation. Rajesh replied you can do every thing. Mr. Rahman is very much impressed with you and he is saying if you sleep with him only for one night he will gave a biggest contact to us. Please try to understand. I shouted on Rajesh, I am your sister and you are offering me like that shame but Rajesh said quietly Please try to understand my sister he was very much requesting me then he told me if we will not agree then Mr. Rahman will break the contact and we will on road after that, because of this typical business dealing, finally at last I got agreed don’t know how and said Ok after listening my Ok Rajesh became very happy and went to call him.
After 15 minutes Mr. Rahman came to my room with Rajesh. Rajesh told him Mr. Rahman now Lisa is only for your enjoy and he went to the guest room. Now Rahman closed the door and came near to me and said actually I was praying to god, how can I get you and god gave me a chance. Then he said you are really a beautiful lady and he took me in his arms I was silently presenting my self to him he lifted me like a doll and threw me on the bed I got little fear but what could I do? After that Rahman dropped all his clothes except his underwear. Then he came to me and opened my hairs, then he put his lips on my lips and started kissing passionately his kisses were very hard and rough during all that time he was slipping his palm on my butt and squeezing them passionately, did my whole face wet by his kisses in between he was saying something which I could not understand I think he was speaking some Arabian language. Then he pull my sari. And his hands were moving on my whole body and I really say, in starting I was feeling hate but now I was also feeling wet and was eager to lie under him. I just heard before about the wildness of Arabians but now I am feeling myself at that time I was in petticoat and blouse and perhaps 1/2 hour had spent oh god this time was too much for my boy friend and in this time we did complete sex so many times. But Rahman just undid my sari now I was fully aroused and started slowly moaning but he was quite. He lied beside me and asked to arouse him now it was my chance although I was feeling shame in starting but now I had gotten fully aroused. And I started to move my hands on Rahman’s body up and down he closed his eyes I started kissing him. His chest was hairy and color was very fair, his thighs were very tight moreover he was a complete man. I kissed his nipples and naval now he started moaning ohhhh….aaahhaaahhhhh yeeesssssss youuu blooooooooody biiiitchhh Indian. Now I wanted to see his big Lun, which was trying to come out of his underwear. I fixed my fingers in the strip of his underwear and he lifted his hips and helped me to do him necked. Now what a glorious seen was there a 10 inch cock is fully erected and two balls were hanging I sat on his chest and started to licking his cock I was very much eager to eat this lollypop because first time I was seeing a huge Lun I was just playing with it like a little girl plays with dolls during this time my butt were on Rahaman’s face and he was just squeezing them but I was fully concentrated on his huge Lun. Now I was licking his precum and moving my mouth up and down I wanted to eat more and more and at last he burst in my mouth and filled me with his cum. I drank it whole.
Then his wildness aroused suddenly and he told some abusing words and got me lie down and came in between my legs I was eager to show my lovely boobs to him because it was my costly property and my boy friend is very big fan of my boobs but Rahman did not take interest to see them. Now he was concentrate on my naval and his tongue has entered in my naval he was licking it I closed my eyes but suddenly I opened my eyes because he toured my petticoat alas!!!! My costly petticoat. Now it was in two pieces, now he bent me and pull down my panty, blouse was still there on my body and I was in little wonder that why he is ignoring my lovely mountains I was first time bottom less before being topless now his palms were moving on my butt also he was squeezing them and kissing them passionately now he told me to sat on knees and lift butt upward means like a bitch. I made this condition then he started to kiss my butts sometimes his tongue entered in my shit hole. Actually I was assuming that after sometime he will enter his big Lun in my vagina from back side but when he put his Lun on my shit hole I understood his notion and then I felt very much fear because sometimes my boyfriend tried to do this but I strictly refused due to fear I thought how the 5″ cock will entered in this tiny hole but now this is 10″ cock so I just bent and told to Rahaman I think you are trying to take my gaand but please don’t do that it is very much tiny and it will injured but he laughed and told dear Lisa what your brother told previously for the whole night you are only mine. Then I begged him to entered in pussy I told him to squeeze my boobs suck my nipples why don’t you do that? Then he replied actually darling when I first saw you then I became fan of your butt then I told it to Rajesh firstly he refused but when I became angry and told him to break contacts then he agreed then we made phone to call girl and said her to not come here. Because I was interested in you. So don’t show any drama and present me your ass then I felt very much shame on my brother but now what can be happen but any how I wanted to protect my ass but he was now started to **** me. Suddenly I gave him jerk by my ass so he fell backside and I ran away after opening the door. I knocked the door of Rajesh who was sleeping in guest room. He opened the door and watched me little wonder because at that time I was only in blouse he smiled and asked what happen, at the same time Rahman came there and shouted on Rajesh what is this she is not supporting me. Then Rajesh told him no problem I will help you and he and Rahman lift me in their hands. I was shocked due to my brother who was presenting his sister to another person. But what could I do? Now we all came to bed room then on behalf of me Rajesh said to Rahman why don’t you taste her pussy? Rahman replied Mr. Rajesh her pussy is old and I wanted something new and her ass is virgin because she was saying she refused to her boyfriend for ass fucking so now please help me. Then Rajesh saw me and told, darling don’t worry it will be little painful but after you will enjoy. But I was not ready then he undress himself and sat on bed and just tore my blouse what a shameful seen my brother toured my blouse in front of another person then Rahman came near and just unhooked my bra. Now I was fully naked and I was not aware what they are going to do? Then Rajesh told to Rahman: see her boobs I am great fan of them I was surprised to hear this from own brother but Rahman replied Ok I will taste them later.Then Rajesh hold my both boobs and started to squeeze them and took nipples in his mouth then from back side Rahman came and entered his finger in my pussy now I knew they were trying to make arouse me Rahman got sat me on knees like a bitch I was begging but they did not show any sympathy my hands were caught by Rajesh and boobs were in his mouth Rahman hold my waist and put his cock head on my butt hole I just cried by pain but as soon as I opened my mouth for crying Rajesh entered his cock in my mouth and I could not cry. In the mean time Rahman put his cockhead on my butt hole and pull my waist towards him but could not enter his cock into me then he asked to Rajesh have you some butter in kitchen because her hole is very much tight Rajesh told yes I go for take then Rahaman told him no no I will go and he left the room then I begged to Rajesh Please save me I can’t do that Then rajesh said me darling Why are you not understanding why are you trying to get Mr. rahaman angry?
Then there were no other way and there was no one to save me so I just left myself free after coming Rahaman I made myself in bitch position Rahaman told yes Rajesh do work on her breast Rajesh started to squeezing my boobs then Rahman applied some butter on my butt hole and some on his Lun then he put his Lun on my hole and applied some pressure I was feeling a lot of pain but I was not reacting at the same time they counted one, two, three and Rahman pushed his cock forward and Rajesh push me backward and now something was inside my butt hole after a few seconds Rahman pull his cock little outside and again they did same one, two, three and now I think his half cock was into my butt hole then They both gave some jerks after a while Rahamn told Rajesh now it is moving easily so you leave now and see the show Then Rajesh once again kissed my boobs and left me and sat on sofa now I was in Rahaman’s hand he told me Lisa darling now It will be more enjoyable for you also now assume you and me like a bitch and dog and move to and fro then I also thought why should not I enjoy with this Arabian cock. And I started to give support to Rahman he was now increasing his speed and I also.
My boobs were hanging to and fro I was tired but was happy after 20/25 minutes he loaded my butt with his cum and then I got relaxed now this was 3 am in night. Then Rahman told Mr. Rajesh I got satisfied now I want to sleep Rajesh replied Ok let us move but I told loudly I am not satisfied they both look wondered me. I told you want to take my ass I gave it to you but now I am interested to take your 10 inch in my pussy because I never took such a big thing in my lady ness Rajesh cried on me what the hell rubbish you only give that how much we want from you but Rahaman told quietly No Rajesh she is correct you may go I will enjoy with her Rajesh got silent now he was helpless and he went to guest room then Rahman closed the door and abused Rajesh. I told him yes come on and fuck me Now I am in love with you then he came near to me and his palms were moving on my whole body I was also kissing him. Then I lift my hands to tie up my hairs and gave him full look of my ripe mangoes and got success to attract him on them. He came near and took one tit in his rough hand and another tit in his mouth he was really sucking my nipples like a baby. I was smiling and was pleased that in last I made him mad on my boobs. After some time he changed his mouth and hand position on tits, after feeling passionate sucking of Rahman. After getting satisfied with my boobs he told me let us do 69. I agreed and climb on him and put my pussy on her thirst lips and took his tool in my mouth I was kissing his tool like a banana and he was fucking me with his tongue. He entered his thumb and finger into my pussy and found my clit and took it in his mouth. I was in heaven no doubt he was a complete man I said Rahaman I am coming he replied no problem and I came on his face most of my cum he drank after that he got lied me on bed and came in between my legs I spread my legs and gave a full look of my pussy he entered his cock in my pussy with little barrier because I was habitual of only 5 inch of my boyfriend so my pussy was tight but this Arabian man has just double. After inserting he started to move to and fro and I also tied his waist with my legs I started moaning myself really he was giving me full pleasure. He fucked me at least half an hour then he told me I am coming I just ignore his words and told him yes yes yeeeee hhhhhh please be fast and fast again he told it may be risky if I come into you but I replied Rahaman It will be my fortune I will like to become mother of your c***d instead of any other bastared and after listening my words he gave me full length rapid jerks and loaded my pussy. After that we both got tired I told him you are my dream man he asked why? I replied because I like brave persons and you are like that he asked me how? I replied with smile you fuck me on the bed of my brother, in front of my brother and with the help of my brother this is what????? He also smiled and kissed me and squeezed my boobs and left the room next day he left India now we are normal after that Rajesh got some great dealings through him and yes also now when Rahman comes to India (rarely once in a year).

My Co-worker

had worked with Christine for about 6 months and I wanted her so badly it hurt. I had no idea why. She was not particularly beautiful but something about her made me want to fuck her.

She was 5 foot 2 tall, mid 40’s,auburned hair and slim. He tops were never low cut but the tightness accentuated what looked like gorgeous breasts. She tended to wear longish skirts with a slit back, which gave tantalising hints of toned black hosed legs. Whenever she walked by my desk the nylon whispered in a way that made me want her more. We were both managers in different departments but worked closely together. Some days after spending a meeting with her I would have to rush to the bathroom to furiously jerk my hard cock.

I would fantasise about taking her over her desk plunging my cock into what I was sure was going to be a tight pussy.

My desire grew daily. She was married and was always very prim and proper n the office. Eventually I decided to take matters into my own hands.

I knew she always worked late on Wednesdays and that no one else was in the office.

After leaving work I returned in the early evening dusk to see Christine’s office light on. I was wearing black and slipped on a ski mask. She had, as always, forgotten to lock the side door into the building. In a bag I carried a ball gag and camera.

I his in the printer room knowing she would have to visit at some point. I took the starter out of the fluorescent light.

After a few minutes the printer whirred and I waited in nervous anticipation.

Christine tried the light and let out an exasperated sigh when it did not come on.

She went towards the printer using the light from the door. I grabbed her putting my hand over her mouth and disguising my voice told her not to scream. I pushed the gag in her mouth and fastened it.

I then walked her to her office and pushed her in. I locked the door and pulled the blinds. All the while she trembled and stared in fear. He beautiful green eyes were pleading with me to let her go. I knew her husband was working nights so we had a long time to have fun. I told her to strip. At first she shook her head but I told her that her clothes were coming off even if I had to rip them off. Very slowly she began to remove her clothing.

As each item came off I got harder. She wore a white lace bra that held breasts that were as perfect as my fevered wanks had imagined. Removing her skirt revealed lovely toned legs encases in black thigh highs and white lace panties through which I could see a dark patch of pubic hair. I took out the camera and took pictures to enjoy later.

I told her to stop. I removed my clothing and pulled a condom onto my 8 inch long and thick cock. Her eyes widened.

I walked over to her a slipped down her panties, stroking her thighs and rubbing her arse.

I made her clear her desk and lie on it. I pulled her to the edge and knelt to lick her moist slit. The taste of her pussy was better then any fantasy and I drank in her smell.

Involuntarily she moved herself on my probing tongue and mouth. A low moan came through the gag.

I moved my mouth from her pussy and kissed up her body before pulling her tits out and sucking on her nipples. She squirmed beneath me.

Eventually I could wait no longer and I slipped my cock inside her. It was as tight as I had hoped. I began to fuck her with slow steady strokes. He arms came around me and fingers and nails dug into my back. After a few minutes I felt my orgasm building and could hold on no longer. My hot cum spurted into the latex sheath and I collapsed on those lovely breasts.

I pulled out and then began to lick her again using all off my tongue skills until despite herself she shuddered to an orgasm.

I took more pictures of her before turning her over and licking at the bud of her anus. She tied to wiggle away from me but then seemed to enjoy the sensation. I began to finger her using lube I’d brought with me. I slipped on another condom and this time entered her anally. He tight arse gripped my cock and it took time and patience before I was fully inside her and could start fucking her properly.

I did not last long before I shot another load.

She had been a better fuck than I’d ever imagined.

I turned her over and removed the gag. I kissed her deeply before telling her to tell no one or I would know and come looking for her.

I went home and wanked looking at the pictures of her beautiful body and remembering how fantastic it had been to be inside her..

The next morning I got to the office just after Christine. I opened my desk draw to find a pair of lace panties and a note that read ” A souvenir of our first time. Didn’t I say it was better to wait and to make it memorable? Can’t wait to feel your cum inside me very soon xxx”

I was sniffing the wet panties as Christine came in my room and locked the door