sex assistant.

Obviously, my pussy would ache and yearn at the sight of you fucking someone else.

I picture myself made to stand at attention beside the bed, with my hands clasped behind my back.  I wear a sexy secretary outfit, complete with thigh high stockings, a low cut collared shirt, and glasses.  I think the muscles in between my legs would clench sympathetically, each time I watch your slippery member disappear between her glistening folds.  My shaved mound would moisten uncomfortably, begging to be touched, and I would keep adjusting my weight, squeezing my thighs together, trying to stop it from dripping down my leg.  I think, at the same time, I would feel ashamed and embarrassed to watch, as if I shouldn't be intruding on your intimate moment.  To be ignored, and not asked to join in, would turn my face and chest scarlet with awkwardness.  My eyes would keep finding your two writhing bodies, even when I tried to look away.  My gaze would lower towards my stocked feet, wishing that I could be wearing the exotic heels adorning the dainty feet of your lover.  My eyes would wander upwards, seeing flashes of flesh, then darting immediately away.  My hands would writhe behind my back, wanting to touch the skin, the breasts, the cock, my own pussy.

  

"Karen?"  Finally I hear my name.  Maybe you want me to join in after all.  Perhaps you felt badly making me stand here for so long.    Maybe I've done such a good job being patient and quiet, that I deserve a reward.  "More lube, please.  And hurry."

"Yes sir."  I retrieve the bottle from the cabinet, and squirt a liberal amount onto your throbbing dick.  My mouth is partially open, wanting to taste it so very badly.

"Thank you.  Now, back to your corner."  I obediently comply.  Little do you know that pleasing you and your lover is all the reward I need.  

my two partners (part nine).

Meaghan

“Snuggle for a couple minutes, first?”

“Sure, baby.”

Scott lies down next to me, and I curl into him, with my head on his shoulder, when I can nuzzle into his neck, and take in his scent.  His smell calms me, and I need it.  All I can think about is Emily.  My mind races, excitably, dreaming up potential dates for the three of us.  Even just going to a bar together excites me.  I imagine a night of fun flirting, touching each other on the arm or on the leg under the table, the waiter perplexed by our obvious three-way attraction.  In the cab, we kiss.  First, Emily and I, feeling the booze warm in our bellies, then Scott leans across me to have his turn with her.  I feel Scott’s boner through his pants, and discreetly rub it while tasting Emily on his mouth.  When we reach our apartment, we barely make it inside the door to shed our clothing.

“I texted Emily.”

“Oh yeah?  Saying what?”

“That we should get together again.”  I try to contain my excitement.

“When, do you think?”

“I don’t know.  Maybe this week?”

“Sure.”  From having courted Scott before, I know his preference to do things on the fly, but I prefer to plan.  For one, it gives you a chance to look forward to the event.  And that’s half the fun.  “That’s nice you talked to her,” I add, detecting my own jealousy.  

“It was just for a second.” 

“Is tonight your monthly show?”

“Yeah.  Looks like it should sell out.”

“Sorry I’ll miss it.”

“I know,” he says, kissing me on the forehead.  “I should head out, though.”

“Okay, baby.  Love you!”

“Love you,” he says, giving me a tender kiss on the mouth.

“So, I met her finally,” I tell Anthony at work, from across the bar.

“Who?  Oh yeah.”

“She’s great.  Really cute.  And, I feel like she was really into me.  Her eyes were, like, really connecting.”

“So, you didn’t...”

“No!  No.  I mean, I want to build some sort of relationship with her, so...”

“Relationship?  Oh geez.”

“Well, not a relationship, exactly.  But, just something casual.  Like flirty friends.”

“That sleep together.”

“Yes!  It exists.”

“Those always end bad.”

“No, they don’t.  How would you know?  Lots of people aren’t in traditional relationships.  Just because it’s not for you, doesn’t mean it can’t work for other people.”

“I guess.”

“We might get together this week.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah.  The three of us.  Scott’s been doing the courting, so I’m not totally sure of the details.  But, yeah!”

“Great.”

“Why does everything you say sound sarcastic?”

I usually get home well before Scott when he produces his monthly show, because he’s obligated to stay until the very end.  Unlike other gigs, in which he can cut out soon after he’s finished playing.  But, he usually does very well for himself on these nights, selling out and making a tidy profit, even despite the money he gives his performers.  He could easily make it a show that happens twice a month, if he wanted to.  Or, even a weekly.  That’s what I would do if I owned a theatre company with a consistently sold out show.  Extend the run.  But this isn’t exactly what keeps me awake at night.

I devilishly plug in my laptop beside the bed, and position myself under it.  Living together and on similar schedules, Scott and I rarely find ourselves alone in the house.  I intend to take advantage of it tonight, even though I usually would meet him at the venue for last call to celebrate the successful show.  If he asks, I’ll just say I had to stay late.  I click my bookmarked favourite porn website, and scroll down to the Lesbian category.

I need a release, but a different kind than Scott can offer.  Yes, he fulfills me in every way he imaginably can, and is even eager to indulge my new threesome fantasy, but I begin to feel the stress of a secret.  The secret of how much I want this.  I choose a video with two girl-next-door babes; one just happens to have short blonde hair.  I turn on my vibrator, and squeeze out a drop of lubricant onto it.  I watch the girls writhe against each other; their seemingly soft skin grazing each other, sexily and sensitively.  Their small, delicate mouths opening ever so slightly, with slips of fleshy tongues sliding seductively, in and out of lips.  Breasts softly pressing and perusing.  Their shapely hips, and the gradual curves of their lower backs, then supple asses.  It all looks too perfect to ever touch, and I question whether I really can, with Scott watching.  Even when prompted, I feel the need to limit my earnestness.  I come quickly; much quicker than with Scott, but the orgasm is always less rewarding.  And, then there’s the guilt.

Scott

“You’ll be late for work, babe.”

“Mmm?”  Meaghan moans sleepily, rubbing her eyes.  She manages to sit up, pulling her long mane of hair back into a ponytail.  She’s never been a morning person.  Meaghan mopes over to the bathroom.  I talk to her through the shower curtain, shouting over the water.  

“So, I forgot to tell you.  I saw Emily the other night at the monthly.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah.  I think she was wondering why we didn’t... stay over that night.”

“The night of her party?”

“Yeah.  She has a really high sex drive.  She would’ve fucked us for sure.”  A pause.

“You talked about it?”

“Yeah, she jerks off in public, and stuff, apparently.”

“Really?”

“Yep.”  Another pause.  I hear her rinse off.

“Oh, I was just thinking... that there were other people there, I guess.  Would have been weird.”

“Mm hm.  No, I agree.”

“What else did you talk about?”

“I told her to be careful.”

“About what?”

“You know.  Just sleeping with people in the scene.”

“In the music scene?”

“Yeah.  Like, it could get in her way.”

“You didn’t shame her about it, though.  I hope.”

“No, no.”

“Like, that’s great that she’s so sexually liberated.”

“But, it’s not the most professional.  You know.”

“Yeah.”

“Like, she had slept with a bunch of people that were there.  And, she’s going to have to work with them at some point.”

“Right.”  She enters the shower stream again.  “Do you have a gig tonight?”

“Nope.  Off.”

“Lucky.”

“Yep.  I’ll just be missing you terribly, though.  Just pining away all day long...”  I joke.  She laughs.  Speaking of thinking of Meaghan, I retreat to the bedroom, and take out her laptop.  I look at her internet history, but it’s not for untoward reasons.  I like to see what porn she is watching.  Sometimes I get her to send me links of porn she has gotten off to, or I send her websites of videos I think she’ll like.  Looking at her history goes one step further, granted, showing me the things that truly get her off, without fear of me seeing it.  But, my chub fades, to realize that she has been watching mostly lesbian vids.  Not that picturing Meaghan getting off to lesbian porn isn’t hot, but I know that there’s more to it, this time, and my cock knows it, too.  Subconsciously, I think I know what I have to do.        

I look at the calendar, and it appears that the allotted time necessary has gone by to continue denoting the pending threesome as “casual”, so I text Emily.  Enough games.  I don’t want to give her the wrong impression and appear emotionally engaged, but I admit, I’m eager to finally do this.  And, not in a lusty way.  Yes, I’m a straight man and obviously interested in having a threesome with a cute girl, and I also badly want to see Meaghan satisfy her threesome fantasy; but I’m equally interested in getting it over with, and continuing with my life.  Courting someone takes energy, and energy that I don’t necessarily have or want to spare on some twenty year old.  I already have a great girlfriend, whom I’m happy to expend energy into.  And not only am I looking to resume my normal life, but our lives.  Mine and Meaghan’s.  She’s been noticeably preoccupied, and I want her to move on to the next fantasy that gets her off.  And, hopefully one that’s  a little less complicated.  

Em!  What are you up to tonight?

Thinking about going to a show.  Why?

Do you want to come over?

Sure.  Maybe I’ll come by after?

Sounds good.  Meaghan’s will be done work at midnight.

K.  I def can make it there by then. :)

Cool.  See you then!

I refrain from jerking off, even though Meaghan will still be in the shower a while.  I don’t need it anyway, feeling a breath of relief that all this will be soon coming to a close.  

Meaghan kisses me on the way out the door, and leaves before I can tell her about tonight.  It’s better to spring things on her, anyway, so she doesn’t have a chance to think about them.    

  

fun with two gay boys (re-post).

My gay friend and I might hookup.  My gay guy friend, Tim.  I know, I know...

Tim has never been with a woman before, and expressed interest in trying it.  Well, not interest, per se.  I've always been attracted to him.  His lanky, toned frame, high cheekbones, and shimmery blonde hair make me jealous and aroused at the same time.  He flirts with me constantly, and I love the male attention.  Did I mention, his personality is lovely?  Not bitchy or jaded, but open and friendly.  And I, in a not so lovely moment, kind of bullied him into admitting it, while we were drunk.  I cornered him.  After an onslaught of questions, I made him say that if he didn't have to kiss her, touch her breasts, or go down on her, that he imagined he could "get through it".  Having sex with a woman.  Get through it!  Did I mention that the woman he was talking about was Madonna?  Doesn't matter.  My vagina was alight with a devilish idea.  But, I'm not kidding myself.  I'm not expecting any sort of relationship or reciprocal attraction out of him.  I just want him to see that it's not so bad.  That I'm not so bad.  I can be very convincing when I want something.  And I desperately want to be his first.
So, we planned it!  Perhaps out of the desperation of not getting any tail in a while, he said that we could get together tonight, and "see what happens".
"No pressure, though, Emily!"  He reminds me, and I try to cool my jets.  But, it's nearly impossible for me, my desire for him excites me so.
"Haha," I giggle giddily, taunting him.  "We'll see."
"You don't mind if I bring a something?"
"All you need to bring is your hard cock,"  I reply.  He pretends to ignore it.
"What I mean is... I might need a little... support."
"Oh, sure!  I get it," I answer, winking, assuming he means booze.  I wear the sexy dress that he always compliments me on, and put on my lashes like a regular drag queen.  But, when I slide down the hall in my heels and open the door, I suddenly stop, surprised at what I see before me.  Tim, looking cute as ever, with a tight t-shirt and butt hugging jeans; no bottle in hand, but with a thick drink of water standing beside him.  A masculine, older looking man, giving a pleasing contrast to Tim's willowy tallness.  
"Are we having a party?" I ask, having already taken a couple shots to loosen up.  
"I didn't think you'd mind," Tim smiles, already looking to his rugged friend for support.  "This is Thomas," he continues, gesturing to the man that doesn't particularly strike me as gay.  But either does Tim, if that's tells you what my gaydar is like.  This new guy is masculine, attractive, with a striking jawline, and broad chest.  He has a closely cropped haircut like Tim, but in a darker colour, and a shadow of stubble dusts his face.  It's all I need to know before welcoming them both in.  
We drink, quite late into the night, flirting and laughing like old pals, and I'm wondering if Tim brought his friend over so that he wouldn't have to sleep with me.  At one point, I think I may have a better chance with Thomas.  The three of us are sitting on the couch, with me in the middle.  Candlelight casting an attractive shadow, Thomas looks deep into my eyes, as if he's searching for something, and smiles as if he's found it.  I'm feeling warm and squishy, and silently decide that I shouldn't push Tim into anything, no matter how bad I want it.  I feel shameful of how I've been acting lately.  I turn back to Tim, putting my hand on his leg, and smiling at him apologetically.   And well, Thomas may have taken that as some sort of a cue, because he takes my chin in his hand, turns my face back to his, and kisses me on the mouth.
He tastes sweet, of liquor, and his kiss is surprisingly soft, despite the stubble.  A little confused, but sauced enough to go with the flow, I kiss his powerful yet gentle jaw back, opening my mouth slightly to allow his warm tongue to enter.  It does, but only barely, as if too shy to leave its own cave.  I smile at the timidness of it, and give him mine, instead.  In the kiss, I'm feeling loose and loving, and almost forget my fair friend Tim behind me.  I turn to him, to gauge his reaction.  I realize my hand not only hasn't left his leg, but has actually migrated towards his crotch.  
"Oh!" I laugh, removing it, about to say sorry.  I expect him to want to leave, and he stands, but doesn't make a move towards the exit.  "Maybe we should call it a night?" I ask, hoping to at least save our friendship.  He replies with a relaxed smile. 
"I think the night's just beginning."
Whoa.  I get my game face on, leading them towards the bedroom.  Tim's friend Thomas kisses me again, harder this time, with intention behind it.  He begins to lift my dress up over my head.  I see Tim take off his shirt behind Thomas, revealing his toned upper body, but his eyes are on his masculine friend.  He comes up behind Thomas, lifting his shirt off as well.  Muscles flexing beneath a dark mass of chest hair, Thomas drifts down to my breasts, flicking the nipples through my bra with his tongue.  Tim takes off his jeans; I can see his long erection through his boxer briefs, seeming to stand as tall as his frame, then gets started on Thomas' pants.  He reaches around him to undo the fly, kissing his thick neck from behind, in the process.  Seeing the two men stirs something in me.  Perhaps it's the booze talking, but I feel grateful to see them expressing their attraction in front of me, happy and privileged to witness it.  Being a straight woman, I can't begin to count the possible reasons for gay guys not to, but most I hang out with simply don't engage in PDA.  And damn, it's hot.
The thick Thomas continues southerly, kneeling, kissing my pussy over my panties.  I want him, I want his mouth on me, between me; the teasing is driving me wild.  Tim apprehensively approaches, and I want him, most of all.  His smile is lopsided from the booze, and reminds me of the mismatch in their statures when I first saw them standing beside each other on the porch.  He suddenly leans around Thomas, and kisses my neck.  I lean into him, breathing in the scent of his aftershave, savouring the moment of first contact after desiring it for so long.  A moan escapes my mouth, and he laughs nervously into my neck, glancing away.  Thomas below, pulls my panties down, and lets his tongue slither in between my hungry lips.  Not as demure as when he used his tongue on my mouth, his powerful muscle overwhelms me.  My mouth opens in desire, breathing heavily, one hand in Thomas' hair beneath me, and the other holding Tim's face against mine.  Tim reaches around me, softly struggling, then finally unclasping my bra.  It falls to the carpet, and he smiles sheepishly, glancing down, beholding my breasts for the first time.  Beholding any breasts for the first time, I'm assuming.  Thomas saves him the task, by reaching up to touch them as he kisses my slickly wetting pussy.  As if any more of me can be stimulated, I boldly reach over for Tim's cock, and grope it through his underwear.  His blue eyes go wide for a second, looking at me surprised, then softly close, allowing himself to feel the pleasure without prejudice.  He takes them off, and I am happy to see his long cock nice and hard.  As I think the thought, Thomas pivots on his knees towards Tim.  He grabs Tim's dick, and works it over in his manly hands.  Tim's hips lean forward, straining for more, but I can't imagine anything stronger than Thomas's grip.  I kneel beside Thomas, and kiss his rugged mouth while he jerks Tim's lengthy cock.  It seems crazy, but I suddenly take Tim's cock in my mouth, right there beside Thomas.  He takes his dick out of his pants as well, and starts moving his hand over it while he's kneeling beside me, watching.  He stands then, removing his pants and boxers, so now I have both in front of me.  What's a girl to do? 
I take one in each hand, Thomas' thicker and shorter than Tim's, and begin jerking them both at once.  I look up at them sexily, as I lick the tip of Thomas' girthy cock now, but they are consumed in their own kiss.  Again, the feeling of awe and gratefulness comes over me as I watch the beautiful, yet stirring kiss.  Thomas's square jaw works itself against the softness of Tim's face, as Tim's delicate hand strokes Thomas's dark stubble.  I switch, watching them, swirling my tongue around Tim's thinner dick.  I go back to Thomas, opening my mouth, taking him quickly in and out a few times.  After, I do the same to Tim's.  My mouth is as wet as my pussy, and doesn't betray me.  As I blow them, I can feel the moisture dripping down my lips, and it encourages me to see their kisses intensify as I do it, brows furrowing, moaning deeply and wildly into each others' mouths.  I take more time with each of them, giving them a proper sucking, almost as if the other isn't there.  Like I would with a straight partner.  I grip the base of each in turn, tightly with my hand, bobbing my mouth on the tip, allowing the drool to coat my fist, moistening the hand job.  I guide their hand to their own cocks when I do this to the other, so no one is wanting.
Thomas bends to lift me up off my knees, encouraging me to sit on the edge of the bed.  He lustily kisses me on the mouth, perhaps enjoying the thought of tasting the both of their cocks on me.  He lays me back, his thick cock dangling in front of me, teasing the opening of my pussy, but I want Tim to do it first.  Thomas takes the cue, perhaps aware of my longing for his friend, and includes Tim in another passionate kiss, subtly leading his cock toward me.  Thomas guides the tip in, ever so slightly, so that he won't fumble with it, and nonchalantly bends to kiss my breasts, keeping an eye on Tim, as of making sure he follows through with it.  I close mine, not wanting to pressure Tim, or make him feel self conscious.  I enjoy Thomas on my tits, arching my back towards him and moaning, love the feeling of Tim's cock right about to go in.  It's driving me wild having him there.  Rather, almost there.  My hips naturally tilt upwards, trying to thrust towards him, but his cock remains elusive, dancing nervously over my slick opening.  The anticipation is nearly driving me into a frenzy, feeling myself bear down already, just with the thought of having him inside me.  And then, he lets me have it.
Slowly at first, perhaps a little unsure of how I'd like it to be done, but soon the pleasure of my pussy overwhelms him, and he starts to fuck at his own pace.  I don't want to disturb his concentration so I bite my lip, only grabbing onto his hips, encouraging him to keep going.  Ever time I moan, Thomas muffles it by kissing me on the mouth, but soon he gets a better idea.  Thomas kneels beside my head, and positions his fat cock above me.  I part my lips and take him in, holding him there, continuing to moan unsuccessfully with my mouth full, as Tim continues to fuck me.  My lips naturally move up and down his thick cock, with each of Tim's thrusts.  Thomas grabs my tits again, and I blow his cock in between gasps of ecstasy from what's happening to my pussy.  Tim thrust's have become more confident, rebounding off of me in a steady, intoxicating rhythm.  His long cock fucks me deeply, unknowingly tugging on my g-spot, and I imagine it's the wettest, loveliest thing he's ever had his cock in.  It's this thought that makes me come, suddenly and aggressively, removing Thomas' cock from my mouth to cry out.  I buckle forward, holding Thomas' thick dick tightly in my grip. every muscle seeming to contract at once. 
"Should I stop?"  Tim asks, unsure of the etiquette.  
"Fuck, no!"  I reply loosely, laughing.  He resumes fucking me for a minute or so, me gasping on the end of it, before not knowing any better, and pulling out to come on my stomach.  If he would have asked, I would have told him I was on the pill.  
Then, something amazing happens.  As I stand to wipe myself, Tim uses his lengthy limbs to crawl towards Thomas on the bed, forcing him to lie back.  Thomas' broad chest heaves, his large cock standing straight up and pulsating with every breath.  Tim rests on his elbows, and licks his fair lips in preparation.  He takes Thomas' cock easily, and I realize that Tim must have no gag reflex.  I can only fantasize how it feels to Thomas, and wish that I could experience Tim's incredible mouth on me like that.  He takes him to the hilt, his lips brushing Thomas' pelvis every time he does it.  Thomas' masculine hands grip the sheets, his large chest lifting off the mattress, straining forward.  My mouth drops, both in awe of the spectacle and in an increased effort to take the fleeting, sacred moment in.  I not only desire to know their sex, but the unnamable and unequivocal connection felt between the two men.  

Every muscle seems to flex as Thomas comes; from his gritted jaw to Tim's tight, flexing thighs.  

God, how I wish I was a gay man.  

my darling cuck hubby.

***This story has been removed due to publication with Stupid Fish Productions.  If you're interested in viewing this story, you can find it in the anthology, "Tonight, She's Yours." at http://www.amazon.com/Tonight-Shes-Yours-Cuckold-Fantasies-ebook/dp/B01ABHG2KI/ref=asap_bc?ie=UTF8*** 

SPICY TEASER:

"The underwear too, Cuck," the Bull states in an rumbling bass, calling my husband by a short form of the nickname, Cuck Hubby.  I watch him hesitantly slide the boxers over his hips, and kick them to the floor.  His white cock is already engorged and twitching, when Black Master cages him.  It's exactly how it sounds.  He takes a small cage, built specifically for cuckolding fetish enthusiasts, and fastens it over my hubby's small cock.  Not that I would call it that on any other day, but clearly I am getting into the role play as well.  This game is about satisfying a different kind of urge for my husband; one not entirely physical.  He won't need his cock while the Black Bull's here.

prostitute for a present.

Christmas is a busy time of year.

For the past few years, our company has really promoted the girls that do threesomes with couples, especially around Valentine's and Christmas.  This year, we actually introduced gift cards for it.  Being one of the lucky ladies that will play with couples, my holidays are booked solid.

Today is my first appointment, and I have to say I'm excited.  Yes, I've been a professional prostitute for years now, but I rarely  do threesomes, other than the aforementioned times of the year. And, I genuinely enjoy them.  Again, yes, I'm a sex worker, but I enjoy what I do.  I wouldn't be doing it, if I didn't.  Some girls think threesomes are double the work for the same pay.  The odds for disputes are twice as high, and you may have to deal with some dramatics.  But, I find doing couples really touching; you not only get to see the real love between two people, but actually get the chance to partake in it for an hour.  And in this industry, something like that can be a welcome change.  Plus, it's nice to play with girls.  And doing a couple is the only way I get to, on the job.

I talk to my supervisor at the beginning of my shift, and she tells me that their names are Emily and Steve, and that they seemed nice on the phone.  I go to my room to make sure everything is in order; clean sheets, no dirty laundry or garbage around, toilets flushed, everything wiped down.  Air freshener full.  Check, check, check.  Mirror check.  Today I've worn my prettier lingerie, rather than the sexier, more revealing stuff.  I'm seeing women the next couple weeks, so I take that into mind.  Lilac coloured lace bra and thong, with an organza flowing bodice, white thigh high stockings that connect to a matching garter belt.  Less makeup, hair in a simple, flat ironed style.  I even had my nails done in sporty tips, rare than the elaborate long kind, but that's more for function rather than aesthetics.  I'll most likely be using my fingers on the ladies.  I go back downstairs to wait in the staff room until my name is called.  

"Aurora?"  I jump to my feet, and walk through the curtain.  "Emily and Steve are here for you."  Both are cute; her with short wavy brown hair that falls attractively over her forehead, a short, slight figure, and light eyes.  Steve has a medium build, and a sweet face.  Vividly blue eyes, and a big smile.  Both seem nervous, and I make it my vow to make them feel as comfortable with this as possible.  I give each a tender, full body contact hug, before taking them by the hand and escorting them to my room.  My heels click through the halls, and I put my weight into my hips as I walk, giving them a show off my ass already.  I turn the handle, and welcome them inside.  

"So... What make you want to hire from our company?"  I say, making the small talk necessary to allow them to relax in the space, and feel connected to me in some way.

"Well," Emily says, looking at Steve for permission.  "We've always been interested in having a third in the bedroom, but we couldn't seem to make it happen naturally.  And, I think we got tired of waiting, you know?"

"Sure," I say, giggling.  "And with Christmas coming around, it gave you the perfect opportunity.  Who wouldn't want to sleep with you two, though?  You're both so cute!"  I smile, touching them each simultaneously on the arm.  They smile, even blushing a little bit.

"Well, you're gorgeous," Steve adds.  "Even better than online.  We both think so.  We looked through pictures of all the girls, and we both wanted you."

"Well..." I say smiling.  "I hope I don't disappoint!"  They laugh, sweetly.  "So... Is there anything specific you would like to do tonight?"

"Oh, no," Emily says, both shaking their heads.  "We're completely in your hands.  We have no idea."

"Well," I say, getting close to her, as making a move on the girl first is usually the least intimidating.  "I think you'll surprise yourselves, by just doing what comes naturally."  And with that, I lean in for a kiss.  Her lips are baby soft and her mouth is adorably tiny.  She kisses with her lips rather than her tongue, so I give her a little of mine.  After a minute, she relaxes enough to put her hands on my face, then through my hair.  I take Steve's hand, to include him, leading it towards my breast.  I encourage to to get behind me, and before long, I feel him kiss my shoulders, and press his boner against my ass.  He kneads my tits from behind, while I continue to softly kiss his girl.  I reach for her shirt, and she allows me to pull it over her head.  Her fresh, weightless curls gets momentarily caught in the shirt, then cutely bounces back down on her forehead.  These two are just too much. 

Then, I get to work on her breasts.  I softly squeeze her tits and I kiss her some more; her mouth relaxes and opens up a bit more for me.  I expertly reach around her back and unclasp her bra, and she slides it off her arms, and onto the floor.  But, let's not forget about Steve.  While he plays with my sizeable tits, I grope his dick through his pants.  While she removes her bra, I feel the energy is safe enough to turn to kiss him as well.  His face has a bit of stubble, with a large mouth that envelops mine with ease.  He liberally swirls his tongue around mine, and we find ourselves playfully flicking each other's back and forth.  When I turn back to her, the skin on her bare torso is creamy and unblemished, her brown nipples are hard, and her tits are small, but lovely.  I take a hand from each of the couple, and lead them towards the bed.  I sit, patting the bed beside me, and they both undo their pants almost in sync.  Still a little shy, they keep their underwear on, and join me on the bed.

The best way, I find, is to take turns pleasing each person.  So, first, I encourage Emily to lie on her back.  Steve takes some initiative and leans in to kiss her.  Immediately, her body language changes, and I can tell that she feels more at home.  I watch them for a brief moment, her tiny mouth being hungrily enveloped by his, before descending to her tits.  I lick her small nipples with my tongue, while gripping the other breast in my hand.  Her breasts are not as dense as mine, and I can almost close my fist completely around one.  She moans, and I knead both now, my mouth moving down her flat stomach, where I plant wet kisses in a trail as I go.  I take my time kissing the creamy skin of her hips and thighs.  Steve's mouth has left hers, and is on her breasts, now.  She is free to moan sweetly into the air, which she does with abandon.  I pull her underwear over her hips, revealing a small dark bush.  Another thing I'm not used to seeing.  All the girls here are completely shaved.  I like it, though.  This is what a real woman looks like.

Steve continues to kiss her breasts, so I position myself under Emily, and spread her legs.  With a hand on her mound to lift up her hood and expose herself to me, I lean into her pussy for my first lick.  She immediately arches her back into Steve, and begins to moan with more urgency.  She tastes mild, only slightly acidic, and I relish going down on her.  I flick her clit with the tip of my tongue, lay my tongue flat and wide, close my lips around her, gently sucking.  I go through my whole repertoire, before venturing further with my fingers.  She aggressively kisses Steve on the mouth, and her breathing is laboured.  It's been almost a year, but I still got it.

I probe her opening with my fingers, when I find the oral play that she responds to best.  Her pussy is like creamy silk, and welcomes my digits.  I tickle her g-spot, curling my fingers upward to do so, and she groans into Steve's mouth.  Before long, he's wanting to fuck her, and I let him take over.  He removes his underwear and gives her his cock.  She takes it easily, and he remains upright, giving me room to continue playing with her.  He's a natural, what did I say?  I lick her nipples, grip her small breasts in my hands, kiss her on the mouth.  My hand drifts to her clit, and I begin to stimulate her while her hubby fucks her.  She desperately takes my head in her hands to kiss me, while I do it.  He fucks her a while, having a bit of fun with her, not necessarily giving her what she needs to come, but that soon changes.  When she's nice and relaxed, Steve begins to slow down, and very specifically thrust into her.  He's methodically rubbing his cock against her g-spot, and I can feel her pussy get wetter and wetter, and I massage her clit.  She withdraws her face from mine to concentrate, so my mouth goes back to one of her breasts.  For a minute, she becomes almost silent compared to before, then suddenly bursts out with an ecstatic cry, coming fiercely on his dick.  He removes it from her, and she gasps, smiling and breathing deeply.

Now it's his turn.  He settles onto his back, while Emily perks up, getting on her hands and knees over his cock.  She takes the glistening shaft in her hand, while I venture a lick at the tip.  She kisses me wetly on the mouth, giving me permission to continue.  I lick my lips, and part them to welcome the tip into my mouth.  She continues to grip the base of it, her mouth drifting towards his shaved balls.  I start to suck him, letting drool flow freely down the shaft, lubricating the entire thing.  She  works her hand up and down with my lips, squeezing him all the way.  I watch her tug at his balls with a bit of suction.  We make a good team, both of us unafraid to get a little messy.  

When we get him good and worked up, I hop on his cock.  Before feeling left out, she straddles his neck, with her ass in his face.  I'm so proud of the bold move, I give her a congratulatory kiss.  Soon, Emily and I start groping each other's breasts and making out, while I bounce on him.  His dick is hard, quite big, and feels good inside me.  I feel my moisture coat his lap.  She presses herself into his face, near suffocation.  Twice the work?  More like twice the fun.  

Now, Steve wants me on my back, and gives me a proper fucking.  I feel my tits bounce as he gives it to me good and hard, and Emily grabs them.  I soon flip over, so that I'm on my hands and knees, and pull Emily towards me.  I dive into her sweet pussy, licking it as best I can while her man fucks me from behind.  She holds my head there, pressing herself into me, while he speeds up, holding onto my hips and rebounding faster into me.  They jostle me about, having their way with me, but having usually to play dominant, I thrive in the submissive role.  Being used at both ends.  It's stuff like this that made me want to get into this business.  

Perhaps ready to finish, he grabs Emily again.  He collapses right on top of her, probably how he likes to fuck her at home.  On his elbows, face right next to hers.  Her mouth kissing his shoulder, moaning in his ear.  I can see his ass tense and flex as he tenderly fucks her, and I savour watching the moment between the two of them.  Before long, he comes into her, grunting, head curling forward into the bed beside her.

"Merry Christmas to you both," I say sassily, when they've both calmed down a bit.

"Merry Christmas to you," Emily says.  

Yes.  Merry Christmas to me. 

open relationships (extended entry).

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SAUCY TIDBIT:

"Her exact words were 'mutually assisted masturbation.'"
"Ooh.  Spicy."
"Are you being sarcastic?"
"No! Honestly!  So... what does that include, exactly?"
"Kissing.  Clothing can come off.  Touching each other above the waist is okay."
"And, we can get ourselves off.
"Yes.  I'm sorry she's setting such conservative limits."
"Don't be sorry.  That's sexy."
"Really?"
"Yes," I say, leaning into him for a kiss.

real life threesome.

I've always been non-monogamous.  


Usually, I have one primary relationship, and several secondary or tertiary, or what ever you want to call them, relationships on the side.  All completely consensual, and conducted with the utmost respect for all parties, of course.  If you're new to polyamory, it can enhance the intimacy of the primary relationship, bring back a feeling of newness and excitement in each partner's daily life, and satisfy the needs of others, who may or may not be interested in having a primary relationship of their own.  It comes from the philosophy, "If you really love someone, why would you limit their happiness?"  But only if it's right for you and your partner.  The poly life isn't for everyone.

That said, my most recent affair has drifted into somewhere that is new for me, too.  My boyfriend Derrick, whom I live with in our two bedroom house, started seeing one of the single women I've been seeing.  A sweet, funny redhead, with delicate curls that she constantly has to sweep off her forehead.  Secret?  I initiated it.  I've grown more and more attached to Shauna, and wanted Derrick to meet her.  The three of us started hanging out as a group, and the chemistry was unmistakable.  I saw something between them, and suggested that he take her out, one on one, and see if anything develops.  Well, it did.  And, I loved the fact that their relationship was evolving, too.  Welcome to the more traditional form of polyamory: each relationship holding equal weight.  Not only that, but this was looking more a more like a standard triad, or threesome.

We conducted our relationship in this way for what seemed like a year.  Going out as a group, having Shauna over to hang out at home, but still having intimate time between each of us.  She started keeping clothes at our house, a toothbrush, cosmetics; until she was being kicked out of her apartment, and we suggested she just move in.  It might seem like a big step, but she was almost living with us already, and we wanted to help her out by giving her a place to stay.  Even if only temporarily.  We moved the furniture out of the office, and Shauna moved her bed in.

We loved it.  I think we all felt elated, accompanied by a sense of relief, to be finally fully, and unabashedly exploring our polygamist lifestyle.

One night, feeling especially empowered by our love, and also slightly drunk, we found ourselves finishing a game of three handed euchre.  Shauna won, the little devil, and we were teasing her for distracting us with her feminine wiles.
"If anything, you two were conspiring against me!"  She flirts, standing, and perhaps realizing in that moment how drunk she is.
"We have to!"  Derrick chimes in.  "Otherwise we'll never win!"
"Well, I won doubly over then," Shauna slightly slurs.
"Did we think of a prize this time?"  I ask.
"Yes!"  Shauna answers enthusiastically.  Then realizes, "No."
"How about the winner does the dishes?"  Derrick says smart-assedly.
"That's not fair!"  She retorts.  "You can't decide the prize after!"
"No, I think we did decide it was the dishes," I tease.
"No!  We didn't.  At least, I don't think we did..."
"Even if that was true, I don't think you could keep yourself from winning.  You get crazy competitive."
"No!  I don't.  I'll let you guys win next time, I promise," she smiles.  "In fact, you can have this win.  You might want to get started on those dishes.  No one pre-soaked."
"Oh yeah?!"  Derrick says, grabbing her, picking her up, and tickling her.
"Help!  Jaime!  Save me!!"  She squeals, laughing, trying to grab his hands.  I attempt to assault Derrick, karate chopping him in the sides while his hands are busy.
"Ah god!  Talk about double teaming!!"  He yells, carrying her one room over, and throwing her on the bed.  I jump on his back, but he shakes me off as well, flipping me over his shoulders in a wrestling move, sending Shauna bouncing into the air when I crash down beside her on the mattress.  We're both breathing hard and on our backs, when Derrick bends over us, placing his hands on either side of us.  I hear both Shauna and my breath catch.  If it was any two of us alone together, we would most certainly start kissing.  Derrick takes a chance, and leans in anyway.
First, towards her.  I feel his body close to me, pressing on top of us both, really, so I embrace him while he does it.  I close my eyes for a moment, enjoying the scent of his skin, and the pressure of his body on me, but open them briefly to witness my first kiss between the two.  Surprisingly to me in the moment, but perhaps not, considering our history, I feel very aroused to watch this intimate moment.  I already feel a tingling between my legs as I anticipate his lips on me, next.  She moans, slightly, smiling after, as he moves towards me, planting his already warm mouth on mine.  I welcome his tongue between my lips, feeling myself already relaxing into his body, slightly pressing my pelvis into his leg.  He stands, and removes his shirt.  I look at Shauna, and she has a huge smile on her face.  I take that as an opportunity to kiss her.
We turn on our sides, towards each other, and embrace each other while we kiss.  I feel oddly comfortable with Derrick in the room, watching us.  In fact, I feel looser than ever, perhaps feeling the amorous effects of the booze hitting me, as well.  I want to melt into her, desiring to touch every part of my body against hers.  I take off my own shirt, then help her with hers.  She laughs, drunkedly, as her arm gets caught in it.
"I love you guys," she says, but it's not her just being sentimental.  I feel it, too.  I've felt it for a while, now.  I love her.  And I love him.  I never thought I could feel so much love.
Just then, I feel Derrick behind me, spooning me, lifting my skirt to feel my ass against his now bare pelvis.  He's removed all his clothing, and is working on taking off my underwear beneath my skirt.  He pulls them down over my hips, exposing my butt, but leaves them there.  I kiss Shauna once again, this time feeling the added sensuality of her naked torso against mine.  I feel her small breasts through her lace bra while I do it.  The length of Derrick's erection is pressing against my ass, like when we sleep together, and I feel his morning boner against me.  I moan feeling very much at home.
Derrick makes the move over me, towards Shauna.  He unbuttons her jeans, and pulls them down over her hips.  I take the moment to remove my underwear and unbutton the waist of my skirt, sliding both down my legs, kicking them off of the edge of the bed.  Derrick moves on top of her, giving her a deep kiss, then letting his mouth drift down towards her breasts.  He pulls each cup of her bra down, and vigorously licks her nipples.  Shauna arches her back, sighing, closing her eyes.  I take over, unclasping the hook and eye of her bra, as Derrick kisses down her torso, towards her pussy.  Mine twitches sympathetically.  He kisses hers over her underwear, and I reflexively press my face into her, smelling her skin.  I see him move her underwear slightly to the side, as he licks her for the first time.  I lay beside her, licking one nipple, while playing with the other between two fingers.
He encourages her to put a leg on either of his shoulders, as he latches onto her clit.  I see him work his fingers around her opening as he does it, and she bucks slightly, muscles contracting already.  I grind myself against her side, as I watch him please her.  She cradles my head in her hands as she pulls me closer to her tits, straining forward in pleasure.  I moan, enjoying the scene, encouraging her to come.  She holds me closer, tighter, wanting to feel my body on her, around her, encompassing her, as if she's swaddled.  I move up to allow her to press her face into mine as well, into my neck, my hair.  I lightly pinch her nipples rhythmically, as I see Derrick also fall into steady movements.  From moving and writhing, Shauna suddenly stops all motion, then cries out desperately, burying her face into me.  I kiss her deeply on the mouth, while she enjoys a post orgasmic rest.
Derrick discreetly wipes his mouth, then stands and strokes up his cock.  I moan, and touch myself while holding his gaze.  I'm incredibly wet, and feel myself craving him very badly.  We both smile, knowing what comes next.
He falls on top of me, his mouth meeting mine, and I enjoy the taste and wetness of Shauna on him.  I feel his hardness get sandwiched between us, and I'm so aroused, he soon slips inside of me, without either of us even guiding it there.  We exclaim in unison, and Shauna laughs, rolling towards us, ready to continue.  She kisses my neck and ear, hands drifting over my breasts, over my whole torso for that matter.  Wandering aimlessly, she feels up my arms, shoulders, neck, and into my hair.  Feeling a small chill from being nude, the warmth of her hands is welcome, comforting, and intensely erotic.  Derrick begins to thrust.
I moan loudly, feeling so complete with the two of them there.  His dick hits the perfect spot repeatedly, gliding easily in and out of me.  I've never felt more open to him than I do right now.  Just when I thought it couldn't get any better, Shauna reaches into the bedside table for the bottle of lube.  She squeezes a droplet onto her fingers, and begins to massage my clit.  Instantly, I feel the urge to bear down.  She turns my face towards her to occupy my mouth as well.  I moan into it, as we kiss.  Derrick takes extra care to work his cock over and over my g-spot.  Fuck.  Oh god.  He does it slowly and methodically, finding an intoxicating rhythm, which Shauna picks up on.  She keeps my clit steadily stimulated, as I feel myself push, everything contracting at once.  Here it comes.  Fuck.  "Fuck, fuck, fuuuckk!!"
Shauna laughs, laying back onto the bed, satisfied.  Derrick grabs her playfully, pulling her towards him, and she squeals in excitement as he enters her, too.  She lets out a high pitched squeak every time he thrusts; and as he flips her over, they only intensify.  I get up on my knees, to wrap my arms around him while I press my mouth into his.  I moan, feeling very polyamorous indeed, and we feverishly make out while he continues to fuck her from behind.  I see him tense up, pull out, and them come all over her ass.

I kiss him deeply, feeling nothing but love for them both.

open relationships.

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SAUCY TIDBIT:

"Is your girlfriend good at jerking your cock?"
"Mmm, yes."
"Yeah?  She's good at fucking you isn't she?"
"Mmm, yeah."
"She's such a good girlfriend to let you come over here, isn't she?"
"Yes."

diary of a recovering sex addict (part six).

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SPICY EXCERPT:

"What about Blondie over there?  Any chance I can get a two-for-one deal?"  He laughs at her bravado.
"I thought you and I had a connection, here!"
"We do.  And because of that, I'm going to be completely honest with you.  I had an appointment this morning, in which it was confirmed that I have an inoperable form of cancer."  He laughs again, then stops when he sees her solemn face.
"Shit, really?"
"Yeah.  What can you do?  Life isn't fair.  Now, I don't want you to see me as a pity case or anything..."
"But?"
"But I have always wanted a threesome.  Would you deny a dying woman one last wish?"

diary of a recovering sex addict (part five).

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SAUCY TEASER:

In a rush of adrenaline, Sharon stands and takes Rita's hand, leading her towards Gord's office.  

Perhaps also feeling the jolt of excitement, she giggles, and shuts the door behind them.  She removes her forever constructive cardigan, revealing a lace camisole, and her beautiful breasts beneath it.  Sharon marvels at them, struggling to remove her own blouse, unbuttoning it with fervour.  She leaves it on her shoulders, in case of a quick exit.  Did Rita lock the door?  Never mind.   

"I've never done this before," Rita confides.

"Been with a woman, or had sex in your boss's office?"  Sharon jokes. 

"Both," she says innocently.

"Me neither."

diary of a recovering sex addict (part four).

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SEXY TEASER:

On her break, Sharon practically runs out to the parking lot, looking for him.  Mark leans against his car, but stands independently when he sees her.  Is that a smile?  A forgiving look?  A boner?  She returns the smile with a little wave.

"This is unexpected," she says, once she arrives in front of him.

"Yeah.  Hi," he says, stepping towards her.  She laughs, awkwardly.

"Hey."  He goes in for a stiff hug, that softens after a moment.  She has a chance to smell his hair, freshly shampooed with something fruity.  Can she feel his dick through his jeans?  

"Did you want to..."

"Yes," she says, already getting into the car.

diary of a recovering sex addict (part three).

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SAUCY SNEAK PEAK:

"It wouldn't be bad if I touched it.  In fact, it would be a bigger challenge if I held it in my hands.  It would show more willpower than just looking at it," she thinks.  Sharon leans forward, snatching the vibrating dildo from the tabletop...

diary of a recovering sex addict (part two).

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SPICY EXCERPT:


"Alright!  Thank you so much for coming, everyone.  I'm available if anyone would like to chat some more.  Please help yourself to the refreshments provided..."

Sharon looks up, feeling the familiar sensation of fear, as everyone breaks up, to mill and socialize after the SAA meeting.  She looks directly at him, and he makes his way right for her.  Just walk out the door, Sharon.  Just walk out the door.

Minutes later, they're in a washroom stall.
"I shouldn't be doing this," she says, desperately removing her blouse.
"But, you are," he says.

diary of a recovering sex addict (part one).

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SAUCY TEASER:

Dear Diary,

Mark has told me that he doesn't want to see me anymore.  It wasn't even a real relationship, but I still couldn't hold on to it for more than a month.  I couldn't even keep a booty call around long enough satiate my needs.  That's why I'm writing this.  I need help. 

I'm fine emotionally; I mean, I wasn't attached to him in any way, except constantly, at the genitials.  Mostly, I'm feeling anxiety about how I'm going to satisfy myself on a regular basis, from now on...

BBC's.

       I've been emailing with a woman.


       She responded to my post, and we've been exchanging pics.  Hannah.  She's straight and has a boyfriend, but he seems to like the fact that we are corresponding.  I've given my permission to show him my pics, but I'm not here for a threesome.  I've said that several times, now.  Apparently, he really likes white girls, though, and she keeps asking me if I like BBC's.  I ignore it, mostly because I'm not sure what she means by that.
       No, I put out a post for a woman only, for a night of passion.  Hannah reassures me that her boyfriend will not involved in our little get-together.  I say, "Great," and we book a date.

            I live with a roommate, so we decide to meet at her place.  I text her when I'm close, and she tells me the final directions.  I ring the buzzer, and Hannah opens the door, looking at fantastic as ever.  Even better than I could've imagined.
      Her tits are massive, and I can see the gorgeous round things easily, even though she's wearing what appears to be her boyfriend's baggy t-shirt.  Shockingly tiny waist, hips, and butt, making me wonder how she doesn't fall over from top-heaviness.  A very youthful, delicate face with a tapering chin, a fair complexion, and curly brown hair that falls past her shoulders.  It's slightly wet at the tips; she must have just showered.
      "Karen!" She almost sings, reaching towards me for a hug.  "So nice to meet you!" She presses her upper body against me momentarily, and her breasts feel practically boyant.
      "Oh my gosh, you too!"  I say with equal enthusiasm.  I was right; she smells fresh and flowery, like morning dew.  Makes me want to get my mouth on her.
      "Please, come in!"  She says, welcoming me into the space.  It's lived in and cozy; she picks up her wet towel from the floor as we pass by it.
      "So, you found it alright?  Let me give you the tour."  Other than the room we're standing in, there isn't much; but she shows me the substandard washroom, a tiny kitchen, and takes me toward what can only be the bedroom.  She opens the door, revealing her boyfriend John sitting on the bed.  He's quite muscular, his dark skin glistens of the bedroom lamp, and his look is expectant.
       "Uhh, hello," I manage.
       "Hey," he barely gets out before Hannah interrupts him.
       "Don't worry, he was just leaving."
       "Oh.  Whew!"  I say, in exaggerated relief.  "Sorry, just didn't expect to meet you."
       "Oh yeah, I was on my way out, but wanted to say hi first."
       "And does she live up to your expectations?"  Hannah teases.
       "Haha.  Yes, baby.  Well, three's a crowd.  I'll see you later tonight," he says in his deep baritone, kissing her on the forehead.  We hear him amble through the living room, jingle some keys, and shut the door.

       "Well!  Sorry about that.  He can be a little protective of me."
       "I don't blame him.  I wouldn't let you get away, if you were my girlfriend."
       "Haha... A drink?"  She asks nervously.  She told me in our correspondence that she hasn't been with a woman before.
       "I don't need one, but I don't mind if you need some liquid courage," I wink.
       "Right.  One minute."  She takes a little long, so I decide to remove some clothing while I wait.  I wore a matching bra and thong set for the occasion.  God, I can't wait to get my hands on those tits.  I take a seat on the wobbly bed.

       "Here I am!  Sorry to keep you wait... Wow.  Helloooo!"  I laugh at her tipsy cuteness.  She takes a final swig on her beverage, places it in the dresser, and joins me on the end of the bed.
       "Why don't I help you out of those clothes?"  I ask.
       "Mmmm.  Sure."  Hannah raises her arms, and I slowly peel the shirt off of her.  To my surprise and delight, she's wearing a sport bra.  Her two delicious breasts are squished together inside of it.  Probably to minimize the look of them.  Or because a real bra would dig into her shoulders with tits that enormous.  To be honest, I've never been with a girl with boobs this big.  Usually I go for women with a more athletic body type.
       I rub them through the bra with one hand, and I feel the nipples instantly harden.  I have her stand to unclasp the belt of her jeans; her waist is so tiny, she almost has to loop it around twice.  I unbutton the fly, and the pants slip easily over her small hips, dropping to the floor.  She giggles, perhaps out of embarrassment, and her tits shake a bit.
      "Mmmm," I moan, lusting after the sight of her in her full cotton underwear.  The bra and panties are so demure, along with the men's t-shirt she had on, despite the overt sexiness of her body.  It almost makes her more desirable, the fact that she hides her dynamite figure.  And, that you can still see it through all of her efforts.  Her body just begs to be fucked.
       I pull her small hips towards me, between my open knees, and I put my mouth on her tits, licking the nipples through the thin material of her sports bra.  Her head falls back in pleasure.  I kiss her flat stomach, her tiny waist, and I pull her underwear down to allow me access to her hips.  I hungrily kiss them, letting one hand drift around to her butt.  The other lightly touches the groomed patch of hair above her pussy.  I massage the outside of it, placing pressure on it as I continue to draw wet marks all over bra with my tongue.
      I stand to meet her small mouth, gathering the dark mass of curly hair in my hands as I give her my tongue.  She moans as I brush the hair back from her face and neck, so I take the cue, and suck on her neck awhile.  Then, I hear something.

      A creaking floor?  Does someone live above them?  No matter.  I'm about to lick her sweet pussy.
      I practically throw her onto the bed; she must weigh ninety pounds, and all boobs.  I remove my own bra and thong, and she laughs in anticipation.  She sits up to remove her sports bra, and her tits finally emerge.  Perfectly round, with large, pale pink areoles and tiny nipples.  They move around like sentient beings, being large enough to house a brain in each one.
      I crawl towards her, and she grabs a pillow for her head, and lays back, getting comfortable.  Her gorgeous breasts fall slightly to the side.  Before I begin, I can't help myself but grab them in my hands, shaking them, massaging them, and playfully batting them around.  She pinches the nipples between her fingers, and her head tilts back, eyes closed.  I kneel on the bed, my ass in the air, and take her legs in my hands, spreading them.  She points her toes as I touch each foot, groping every part of her; now her calves, and thighs.
       Her pussy is as tiny as the rest of her.  Well, except for her massive melons.  A lovely soft pink in colour, with a flowery taste.  Her clit is so minuscule that I have to search for it, even with her legs spread apart in front of me.

       The sound again, but closer.
       Hannah's eyes open momentarily, perhaps hearing it also, but I'm busy devouring her gorgeous clit.  Now that I've found it, I'm not about to let it get away.  Then, I feel something probing my ass.
       I start at the touch, turning to see John's hard black cock behind me. These two have something in common.  Enormous sex organs.
       "Hey!" I say halfheartedly, using my other hand to bat it away.  "You know I'm only here for Hannah."
       "But, I'm here for you," he growls, his deep voice registering power and authority.  "Do you like BBC's?"
       "I do!"  Hannah chimes in, closing her legs and propping herself up on her elbows.  I'm beginning to think that she isn't as innocent as she looks.
       "Big..." I search.
       "Black Cocks," he finishes.
       "Ah.  I've never really had one," I flirt, raising an eyebrow, still on my hands and knees.
       "Would you like to try one out?"  I look at Hannah, who has a satisfied smile on her face.  She certainly got me.
       "Sure," I coo.  "Since I'm here..."

        Hannah repositions herself in front of me, so that I can resume licking her.  As I lower my mouth to her,  I can feel my ass being exposed to John behind me.  I feel his thick cock again, pressing between my cheeks, then touching the wetness at my pussy with the tip of it.  I feel him begin to enter me, and I immediately know that it's the biggest cock I've ever had in my pussy.  He doesn't push it in any more, perhaps feeling it's tightness.  He wiggles it a bit, trying to encourage me to relax around it.  He presses it in a little further, and I moan into Hannah's clit.  I feel myself stretch around it, his hand now reaching below me to rub my wet clit.  He pushes it in even further, and I experience my pussy finally letting him in.  But, I look back, and see that I've barely taken half of it.
        Realizing that it's all I can fit, his hands go to my hips, and he begins to thrust, using my pussy to jerk himself off.  In reality, I'm only bobbing on the tip, but I can feel his big cock completely filling me up, and I already feel the urge to come.  My g-spot has nowhere to hide.  His bulbous head is rubbing up against it, and I feel like I could actually squirt.  I've never done it with a partner before, so I shy away from the feeling, and clench up.
        "Come on baby," he says to me.  Can he feel it?  "Let me in."
        "Ahhh... I can't!"
        "Mmmm, give me that special spot."
        "Oh god!"
        "You know you want to," he breathes.
        "Ahh!  Yes!!"  I release the tension in my pussy, and his cock presses against my g-spot, deep inside me.  I feel the uncontrollable urge to push, and I bear down on his giant black cock.
        "FUCK!!" I scream, as I feel myself squirt all over his dick, down my legs, soaking the bedding.

        He pulls out, and I groan.  My upper half collapses onto the bed.  John grabs Hannah, and gets onto top of her with his massive thing.  He fucks her quickly and harshly, her tits flying about, until he comes into her.  I wonder how her tiny body can take it, but she looks completely satisfied.
        "I'm sorry," I begin.  "I wasn't expecting to..."
        "Mmmm, don't you worry about a thing!"  She says sweetly. "We should be thanking you..."


         "BBC's," I think.  Why didn't I make the connection before?  Well, it's never too late to develop a new interest.