Any time of change in one’s life can be scary as well as exciting. Ron Matthews thought of this has he sat in his assigned chair on the football field, preparing to walk across the stage and receive his high school diploma. His father had always told him not to be afraid of the future but to embrace it. Still, it was going to be difficult going from an eighteen year old high school senior and all-star basketball player at Northville High School to an unknown freshman at Mid-State University. He tried to push these worries out of his mind though and just concentrate on getting across the stage without tripping or dropping his diploma or doing something else embarrassing.
As they had done for their two older sons, Ron’s parents held an open house and invited friends, relatives and neighbors to come help celebrate his accomplishment. Ron knew the rules. The guest of honor had to remain at home until 9:00pm. He really didn’t mind since most of his friends were having their own celebrations and wouldn’t be available for any kind of partying on their own until much later that night. When Ron got home from commencement exercises, he hurried inside to change into shorts and a T-shirt as he refused to spend the rest of the warm May afternoon in a shirt and tie.
As he was rushing out through the kitchen to the back yard, he nearly mowed down his neighbor, Melissa Roberts. This would have been bad enough, in and of itself but the fact that she was carrying a large bowl of his favorite potato salad would have compounded the accident into a disaster. Fortunately, he was able to stop short and managed to grab her shoulders firmly enough to keep her on her feet as well.
“Sorry, Melissa, I should’ve been paying more attention.”
He gave her a sheepish grin and turned to walk out the door, holding it open for her to pass through as well. As she walked by him, she gave him a playful swat on the bottom, and admonished him to be more careful in the future.
“Yeah, and slow down. This is a party, not a fire drill.”
Ron admitted later that the party was pretty cool. His parents grilled what seemed like a cow’s worth of hamburgers and hot dogs and had plenty of other food to go with it. He enjoyed seeing his cousins and his older brothers were even being nice to him, which was a marked change from their normal sibling rivalry.
Later in the evening as most of the guests were sitting around the back yard enjoying their drinks and some quiet conversations, Melissa quietly took Ron aside to give him his graduation present. He looked at the festively gift-wrapped box in shock, as he wasn’t really expecting her to give him anything.
“Well, open it!” she encouraged.
What he found inside made him grin broadly. Since he hadn’t expected anything from her the contents of the box were especially exciting. His mother walked by and looked at it with a puzzled expression. She couldn’t understand why he’d be so overjoyed to receive a maple bath brush with boar’s hair bristles. Melissa smoothly interjected that when he’d stayed with her earlier in the year, she had extolled the virtues of the bath brush for getting hard to reach areas which was important to a young athlete like him who sweated a lot as it would help prevent body acne. His mom commented that she never realized her son was that interested in personal hygiene but let it go at that. Ron and Melissa shared a conspiratorial wink and then Ron noticed there was a small envelope attached to the brush. He opened it and found a gift card for a local store and when he saw the amount on it, his eyes popped wide.
“Oh wow, Melissa, no, this is way too much.”
She smiled wistfully and put reached up to put a hand on his cheek.
“You know, since I never had the chance to have kids of my own, I’ve always considered all of you neighborhood rugrats to be my surrogate children, but Ron, you’ve always held a very special place in my heart. If I’d ever had a son, I would have wanted him to be just like you.”
Unsure of just what to say, he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her into a tight hug. Mindful of the lipstick she was wearing, she kissed his cheek tenderly, trying not to leave an imprint on him. To her surprise, he kissed her as well; a soft, gentle kiss just under her jaw near her ear that sent a tingle running through her body. She sternly chided herself to keep her libido under control; that the placement of his kiss was simply awkward due to their height differences.
“Thank you, Melissa,” he said as he pulled back but still held on to her. “I can’t say that I’d necessarily want you as a mom, but you’d be a hell of a big sister.”
She pulled back as well, looking up into his face to answer with a mischievous smile. “I think I like just being your friend.”
At that moment, Ron’s older brother, Steven, walked by… or rather staggered by as he’d been drinking heavily. Seeing Ron and Melissa in each other’s arms, he clapped his youngest brother on the back.
“Hey, bro, good choice. Always best to lose your virginity to an older woman. They got the experience to break you in right.”
Ron let go of Melissa and his face turned beet red. He wished that he were in a less well-lit environment so that she couldn’t see his embarrassment but not wanting his brother to know, he simply acted annoyed.
“Yeah, well, when it happens to you, come tell me about it but for now just go find some place far away to sober up.”
Steven was too far gone to truly understand the insult he’d just been handed and only registered his brother’s annoyance with him. However, he did wander off mumbling about how he was just trying to help.
Ron’s face was still slightly pink as he turned back to Melissa and he tried to think of some way to divert her attention from his brother’s taunt but it seemed he’d used up his quota of glib remarks. She, however, misinterpreted his reaction and tried to ease his discomfort.
“Wow, he is really three sheets to the wind. You might want to keep an eye on him and make sure he doesn’t try to drive anywhere tonight. The ER is going to be busy enough with seniors who are partying irresponsibly. They don’t need another patient.”
“Yeah,” he said absentmindedly. “I’ll make sure my parents are clued in.”
She looked off into the distance as memories of years gone by came back to her. “When I worked at the hospital, I always hated graduation night. Teenagers think they’re immortal anyway and the day they get that diploma, it just gets worse.”
She pulled her attention back to the present and looked up at Ron intently. “You’re not planning on doing anything stupid tonight are you?” she nearly demanded.
A few moments ago, his thoughts about what might happen later in the evening could definitely classify as ’stupid’ but not in the way that he knew she was thinking.
“Don’t worry. I’m not going to go out and get drunk or anything like that.”
“Swear it!” she demanded.
He placed one hand on her forehead, a gesture that they’d shared for years when making solemn vows to each other. “I swear on your head.”
They shared a conspiratorial smile in memory of all the promises they’d made to each other over the years, sealing each deal with the same ritual.
“Thank you, Ron. I’ll sleep better tonight knowing you’re not out among the crazy people.”
“I won’t do anything you have to worry about.”
“Good,” she stood on tiptoe and kissed his cheek again, this time very quickly before stepping away. “I should go. I promised your folks I’d help with the clean up.”
“Thanks again for the presents. Melissa.”
“Use them wisely,” she added as she turned to go into the house.
“Maybe I could come over some time this summer and you could teach me how,” he called after her.
She merely smiled as she looked back over her shoulder at him while she walked away. Ron drank in the sight of her until the she walked out of the illumination provided by the landscape lighting. The skirt of her cotton sundress moved gently in the evening breeze and he stared at her hips as the fabric emphasized their movement. He looked in the opened box at the brush she’d given him and wondered what it would be like to use it on her. Though she’d always been the one to administer the spankings to him, he wondered if she’d like to have the tables turned on her.
That night, as he tossed and turned in bed trying to sleep, he found his thoughts fixated on the events of the day. Graduating high school was actually at the bottom of the list. Granted it was nice to see his diploma with his Honors Seal on it because it was tangible evidence of all the hard work he put in through the years. Mostly his thoughts revolved around his brother’s taunt. He knew he never should have said anything to Steven about still being a virgin. Not that he was ashamed of the fact that he hadn’t yet done the deed and it certainly wasn’t for lack of opportunity. He had that wonderful combination of brains and good looks that made him a magnet for young women everywhere.
He remembered talking to Melissa about it when the pressure seemed to be tremendously high. She told him she couldn’t, in good conscience, tell him to wait until marriage since she hadn’t but she did say that she felt sex was something that should be saved for someone you truly loved. Then she added that most sixteen-year-olds weren’t mature enough to really experience the kind of love and respect that such an act required. ‘You can have sex a lot of times over the course of your life,’ she’d said, ‘but you can only do it for the first time once. Call me old fashioned, but I think that your first time partner should be someone extremely special.’ Two years later he still thought it was good advice.
This night, he thought more about it. Though it really hadn’t bothered him that he’d graduated a virgin (in fact, it was an accomplishment that he felt few of his classmates could claim), it did make him consider just who in his life was special enough to share that moment with. Oh he’d had several girlfriends over the years but since he knew he’d be going to college and making an even wider circle of friends, he avoided getting too closely attached to any one of them. As Steven’s words spun round in his brain again he thought more about Melissa. If there was anyone, outside of his family, who was more special to him than she was, he couldn’t think of who it would be.
Ever since she’d jacked him off during a particularly wicked spanking last fall, he’d looked at her in a different light. Even though she’d been very matter of fact when she’d done it, it had still made him have an incredibly hard orgasm, harder and longer than any he had while just masturbating and fantasizing about her. There was something about her touch. Steven was right. She had the touch of an experienced woman and he was beginning to get hard just thinking about it.
A sound outside his window interrupted his ruminations. He listened carefully and identified it as someone getting into a car. The engine roared to life and then idled for a few minutes. Ron couldn’t think who would be parked on the street so late at night so he went to the window to investigate. In the dim light, it was difficult to see but seconds later the car pulled away from the curb at a safe speed so he didn’t think any more about it. What caught his eye, however, was that as the car left its parking spot, Melissa’s porch light went out and seconds later the light in her bedroom turned on.
As he glanced at the clock, he thought it was awfully late for someone to be leaving Melissa’s house, then realized that his mind had made wild supposition. More likely she had just gotten up to see what the noise was about as well. Even though he knew he should get back to bed, he stayed at the window and watched her house, imagining how she would look right now. When he stayed with her in the fall, there were few constraints between them so he knew exactly what she looked like when she went to bed and when she got up. He knew that she favored satiny nightgowns that fell to mid-thigh. He knew that she had a nightly ritual of washing her face, brushing her teeth and applying, as she called them, her various fountain-of-youth potions. In the morning, she would twist her long, wavy auburn hair and secure it to the back of her head with a large clip until she took her shower.
He could almost visualize her now and as that mental picture made his young cock twitch again, he had to admit that there was nothing he wanted more than to hold her tightly and fuck her hard and deep. He sighed as he acknowledged what a pipedream it was. Melissa wouldn’t even look twice at him. He was too young and too familiar. Besides, despite giving her a kiss that should have given her some idea of how he felt, she said he was like a son to her and that she’d be happy just being friends. On the other hand, she wasn’t the one who pulled away from their embrace when Steven came along and he had noticed her looking at him at various times through the night as they were cleaning up after the party. There was a softness in her gaze that he’d never seen before.
“No guts, no glory.”
Ron spun away from the window to see who was speaking to him but found he was still alone in his room. Where had the voice come from? The last time he’d heard those words was just seconds before executing a very bold play on the basketball court which had won the game and sent the team further on in the tournament. He supposed it didn’t take a rocket scientist to determine why the phrase was coming back to him now. One more look through the window confirmed that Melissa’s bedroom light was still on. While he supposed she could have fallen asleep like that, something told him it was likely that she was still up. Before he could chicken out, he picked up the cordless phone from the nightstand by his bed and dialed Melissa’s number.
The night had been an emotional roller coaster for Melissa. She tactfully declined the invitation to attend the graduation ceremony because she knew she’d be as weepy as Ron’s mother, if not more so. When she told Ron that he was special in her heart, she felt like it was such an understatement. From the moment she laid eyes on the brown haired toddler, she was besotted. When she and Roger had talked about starting a family, she told him that she was afraid that she’d have a son who couldn’t live up to Ron’s young reputation. He chuckled at her and told her that he had faith in their parenting abilities and that their children would turn out just fine.
She volunteered to stay at the Matthews’ house and get things ready for the party while Ron’s family was at the ceremony and doing so gave her time to wander around Ron’s room. She smiled and idly ran her fingers over the various basketball tournament trophies he’d won. How empty the neighborhood would be once he went to college. She made a mental note to talk to the guys at the fire station about getting help with her yard work this fall as well as snow removal. Ever since Roger died, his fellow firefighters were always there for her to help with any need she had. Over the past several years, though, Ron had been the one to mow her lawn and keep her driveway and walk shoveled. She smiled at the thought of her graduation gift to him. For six years she had tried to pay him for his labors and he always declined saying he did it out of friendship. So instead she set aside his “wages” and when the time came, she used them to purchase a giftcard at a large discount store and attach it to a maple bathbrush. It was identical to the one she used and hoped it would be a fond reminder of the times they’d spent together.
Once everything was ready for the party, she had a few moments to sit down and think. She recalled the two spankings she gave him when he stayed with her in October. The first time was a real eye-opener for her. Though she’d seen Ron grow up before her eyes, she hadn’t thought about all the ramifications of ‘growing up’ until it was presented to her very blatantly. Without thinking about it, she’d taken down his pants to spank his bare butt and there she found a penis that was very large and thick even though it wasn’t erect. She was so angry and disappointed in Ron that she didn’t really think about it until two weeks later when she had to paddle him again.
The second time she couldn’t ignore it. She was shocked that he’d be aroused at the thought of a spanking, especially one as severe as he had to know he was going to get but she hoped she covered her surprise well. As if that weren’t enough he was still erect even after some time in the corner and at that point she had to wonder if his excitement was caused by the spanking or if he was harboring some sort of feelings for her. She knew that the feeling of him squirming over her lap had made her rather excited but that wasn’t a painful situation for her like it was for him.
In retrospect, giving him the hand-job probably wasn’t the best idea but she couldn’t help herself. She was by no means celibate but the thought of even touching such a long hard, cock was absolutely irresistible. She tried to cover her desire with a humiliating lecture but as she looked back on it, she realized that he probably hadn’t heard a word of it. He was busy enjoying the sensations as much as she was.
Melissa let out a soft sigh as she heard the noise of Ron’s car coming into the driveway. Until now she managed to stifle the memory of those wonderful four weeks of him living under her roof. He didn’t realize just how much pleasure she got from having a companion to talk to and share meals with nor did he know how much she treasured the moments when he would really open up to her about things that bothered him. Of course, the quick glimpses of his naked body as he would run across the hall from the bathroom to the guestroom after a shower were just icing on the cake.
Now he had graduated and in a few short months would be moving away. She had to get used to the idea that she would be seeing less and less of him, which is the way it should be. A noise from the street caught her attention. The party must certainly be over by now, she thought, but curiosity led her to the living room to turn on the porch light and look out the bay window. She saw someone get into a car parked in front of the Matthews’ home and heard the engine roar to life. She watched for a few moments until the car pulled away from the curb and once her curiosity was satisfied she turned off the porch light and returned to the bedroom.
She flipped on the lamp when she got back into bed. Knowing she wouldn’t be able to get back to sleep easily, she picked up a book from the nightstand and started reading. Just as she began to get wrapped up in the story of mystery and intrigue her phone rang; startling her so badly that she nearly jumped out of the bed. She did fumble with the phone for a moment before she could answer.
“Hello?”
“Melissa, it’s Ron.”
“Ron? What’s wrong? Where are you? Are you in trouble?”
Melissa’s mind usually ran to worst case scenarios and assumed that the situation must be dire if he was calling her in the middle of the night.
“I’m fine. I’m at home and I’m not in trouble.”
The news didn’t stop Melissa’s heart from racing.
“Then what’s up?”
“Well, uh, I was having trouble sleeping and I saw your lights were on and I was hoping I’d be able to come over and talk to you.”
Melissa checked the clock by the bed. Granted, she didn’t have to be up at a particular time to go to a job but still it was the dead of night.
“I don’t suppose this could wait until the daylight hours,” she suggested.
While he knew that technically it could wait, he feared that if he delayed, he would chicken out.
“If you don’t mind, I’d really rather do this now.”
Melissa stifled a yawn. She supposed in the grand scheme of things, she had come to rely on him more than the reverse so it wouldn’t hurt to give in to his request. She also knew that as he got older, he made few requests of her and assumed that whatever was on his mind must be pretty important if he wanted to talk about it at 2:00am.
Jackie had been sucking my cock, because the mouth lifted off my shaft and her voice said, “We know we don’t have to, Mr. Goodwin. But we all decided that we want to. We hope you don’t mind. Kaley told us that you were really good to her and we wanted to find out for ourselves.”
Hope said something in concurrence and then pressed one of her hard nipples into my mouth. I sighed again and sucked at her stiff bud. I surely wasn’t going to argue with logic like that.
The night turned out to be a hard one on an old man but I finally managed to visit all three of their sweet treasures, loving the attention of six hands, six large tits, and three mouths along the way. The night was well into the early morning hours before we settled down to sleep, all in my big bed.
In the early light of pre-dawn, I awoke with a demanding pressure on my bladder. It took a few moments to realize just where I was – in a tangle of arm and legs and soft female flesh. I very carefully extracted myself and eased out of bed, managing to make it to the bathroom just in time. When I got back, I studied the beautifully sexy scene before me and then eased back into my former position, carefully arranging the arms and legs and bodies as they had been before I got up. They slept on, seeming not to notice, except that Kaley snuggled up to my butt a little tighter than before.
In the days – and nights – that followed, I would have other opportunities to enjoy the treasures of Hope and Jackie, although they seemed to delight in each other a little more. Kaley, while not rejecting the attention of the other girls, seemed to lean more to my side of the fence, usually opting to sleep in my bed instead of her own.
Outside of the house – and my garden, we didn’t do much together. They were much too busy with school work, study and other activities, as was understandable. Occasionally some errand would come up and one, two, or all three of them would go with me to take care of whatever it was, but those things didn’t happen often.
However I found that the girls all were big fans of breakfast. They all made that their big meal of the day and often ate very simple things, like cold sandwiches or canned ravioli for dinner. Usually they were out of the house for lunch so I don’t know what or how well they ate. When I learned how much they all liked breakfast, I asked them to let me take them out for breakfast – or brunch – on Saturday, my treat. It wasn’t a bad deal for me since a good breakfast is still the cheapest meal to buy.
Our area had a plethora of family restaurants, although many of them were patronized by working men taking their morning break for coffee and a late breakfast or by older couples without families, since my neighborhood was home to an abundance of such people. The family restaurants served basically the same menu of foods, with just minor differences, and the girls and I liked them all equally
Right from the first time I took the three of them to one of those restaurants, I was amazed and pleased at the looks I got from the people around us. Here was an obviously older man, surrounded by three beautiful young women dressed to show off their curvy figures and more than a little skin, and they were wondering what my relationship was with them.
I could see the gears turning in some of their minds. Was he their father? Probably not because they didn’t look that much alike although the girls all had similarly voluptuous figures. Was he their lover? Surely not! An old man like that couldn’t possibly satisfy all those energetic young women – could he? Maybe he was a college professor and they were his students. Yeah, right!
One Saturday, we were shown to a booth in a sparsely populated restaurant. I slid into one side followed by Kaley, while Hope and Jackie sat opposite us. After we had ordered, I looked around and noticed an older man sitting alone at a table near us. He had his eyes on us with one of those incredulous expressions. Throughout our meal, I would look back occasionally and there he was, still looking at our group, wondering what was going on.
I began to get a devilish little idea. When I finished eating, I leaned toward Kaley and put my hand on her thigh. She smiled at me questioningly so I told the girls about the old man who had been watching us. I wanted to give him something to think about. Her smile broadened as did the spread between her knees. I eased my hand up to her crotch and rubbed her pussy, obvious enough that the man could see. His eyes bugged out like he couldn’t believe what he was seeing.
As the girls were finishing their food, Kaley leaned forward into a huddle with the other two and they whispered something I couldn’t hear. Just after the waitress took my money, the girls got up and, in a group, approached the old man. Not wanting to miss out, I was a step behind them.
Jackie, the only one wearing a blouse, leaned over his table on her elbows, pushing her tits together into the open gap at the top of her blouse, inviting him to gaze at her twins. Kaley, standing beside his chair close enough that his arm brushed her abdomen, leaned forward and rubbed a hand across his crotch.
Hope bent so that her mouth was near his ear, and said, “Yes, he IS our sugar daddy. He gets to fuck all three of us just as often as he wants to. Do you wish you were him?”
The old man nodded his head vigorously but was too dumbfounded to speak coherently, saying, “I … I … uh … who … wha…”
Hope kissed him on the cheek and we walked away, probably leaving one very confused old man.
The girls are now in their fourth year at the university and all of them are on course to graduate in the spring. Kaley has been contacted by a local company about accepting a position in their office when she graduates so she has talked with me about making arrangements to stay with me year-round. I even suggested that she could simply move her things into my bedroom since she is now spending every night in my bed, but only under the stipulation that she stop paying the rent – I had begun to feel badly about taking it, even if it was well below the market value. She laughed at me, but agreed to my conditions.
Hope and Jackie are still uncertain what they will do after graduation but don’t want to move back to their hometown because of a shortage of jobs there. I have told them that they are welcome to stay with me if they decide to remain in the city after graduation. They both are hoping that an upcoming job fair will help them decide their future.
Kaley mentioned that the bulletin board at the student union building is overrun with notes from students looking for housing for the following year. Apparently the housing market has never caught up with the demand from incoming students, even though the school has built four new dormitories in those four years. It amazes me how the student enrollment has skyrocketed in the last decade or so.
I still spend a lot of time in my garden. In my area, we’re even lucky enough to grow a few flowering plants all year round so I keep some color going even when the deciduous trees have lost their leaves. I always look forward to the springtime when I can cultivate the flowerbeds and plant new flowers again, because we all love the brilliant colors and delicate trimmings of the plants.
Looking back on it, I am amazed at the changes I’ve gone through in my life. I always knew that change was inevitable but I had assumed that it usually would be unpleasant. Now I know that a lot of life changes can be wonderful.
The end
With the door closed and her four windows open to the breezeless humidity, the air was stifling. Heat from our bodies so close only made it warmer, and I worried about how much I was sweating until I saw the drop of her sweat at the end of her nose. I stretched my tongue out to take it in.
She squeezed my cock again and I felt it pulsate as she took her hand from my back to work on my zipper and the button on my waistband. I needed to feel her pussy.
Our hands collided reaching for each other. We untangled them and I lowered my hand, dropping my wrist to slide her skirt up. She braced herself against me with a hand on my shoulder. She knew where my hand was going and I could sense her hips tense in anticipation, alternating her weight from one foot to the other to spread her legs wider. Her breathing quickened. I stopped my hand two inches from what I knew would be a wet spot on her panties.
She held her breath – my hand poised — one second – two, three- and when my cupped palm pressed against her clit and my four fingers pressed firmly against her damp cotton thong she exhaled sharply and her pelvis quivered.
I didn”t have to move my hand. As soon as she felt my fingers, she started thrusting against them, holding my cock tighter as she did, her chest in sync with her hips, short heated breaths against my face each punctuated by a whimper.
She”d finished at my waistband and I felt her nails rake down inside my boxer briefs until she found the swollen head of my cock. “Ohgod” she said. I groaned in reply and lifted my hips to push her hand further down on to my cock.
I pushed her soaked thong to the side and with my long middle finger made a pass between her open pussy lips, coating my finger with her juice. Her fingernails dug into the back of my shoulder through my shirt.
I brought my finger up to her mouth and as it passed near my nose I inhaled the scent of her cunt. Yes, yes that”s what”d I been waiting for. She took my finger into her mouth and swirled her tongue around it, closed her lips on it and sucked. As she held her lips together tightly, I slowly pulled my finger out.
Our eyes met and she stuck her tongue out between her lips. Knowing what I”d taste, I flicked my tongue back and forth across the tip of her tongue like I would flick her clit, and I relished the trace, the taste of her pussy.
When I first spotted her panties in the mirror – it”s built into the wall from floor to ceiling, six feet wide with a frame around it–years before, I used to imagine her undressing it front of it, touching her body, trying on lingerie she just bought, turning around to see how her ass would look in those new jeans. And I used to imagine her pulling a chair up in front of it and spreading her legs watching the reflection of her own fingers as she buried them inside herself.
I put a hand on each of her shoulders and turned them toward the mirror. She looked back at me, her stunning blue eyes far away, yet locked with mine. With nothing to touch and her nipples aching for contact, she grabbed her breasts. I stepped behind her and through my underwear pressed my cock between the curves of her buttocks. I reached around and placed my hands on top of hers. She spread her fingers on either side of her nipples, making them pop away from her skin even further. She watched as I reached for the cup of melting ice on the dresser and her eyes followed my hand as I picked a small piece and brought it toward her, holding it an inch from her stomach. She flinched when she first felt it, and then smiled a wicked smile as she watched it sliding up toward her breasts, grinding her ass against my cock. “Yesss” she hissed.
I dragged the ice up between her tits, circling left before gliding it across her stiff nipple – one side, the other, her ass pressing against me. I held each nipple between my thumb and index finger and tugged on them, leading them closer to the mirror as she arched her back. “Mmmm, yes – sooo good.”
She turned her neck, her face in profile, and whispered, “Fuck me. Come on, please, please fuck me.”
“Fuck you, Rachel? What do you want?”
“You know what I want - your cock, James.”
I looked in her eyes into the mirror. I reached over to the cup of ice again and grabbed another piece.
“Where do you want my cock?” I asked, my hand now in front of her thong. Bending my knees a little, I pulled her thong to the side, and watched her eyes looking at her swollen pink pussy in the mirror. “Here?” I asked, and with my other hand pressed the ice past her lips into her cunt.
“Fuckkk, yes,” she moaned. I dragged my cold finger up across her clit, and spanked it lightly – once, twice, three times.
“Ohgod - fuck me, fuck me.”
“Such a little slut Rachel,” I murmured in her hear. “Such a little cocktease.” I reached down and pushed my shorts and boxer briefs off my hips and down to my thighs. I undid the button on the side of her skirt, unzipped it and let it drop to the floor. “I”ve wanted your tight little pussy for so long.”
By now my cock was harder than it”s ever been before. I looked down to the swollen head, and could see her tanned ass, smiling at the image of her lying by her parent”s pool with just a thong.
“Take it, fuck it, it”s yours.”
“Yes Rachel, such a naughty little slut,” I said, and reached down to spank her firm ass. I grabbed her thong and pulled up on it again, watching it split her pussy lips in the mirror.
“Take it off. Fuck me. Take it off!”
“You do it. Take it off my little slut.”
She leaned forward, her thumbs hooking inside her waistband, the fabric over her asshole pushing against my hard cock, clenching her buttocks so they brushed against my shaft. I saw her sweet tan line appear around her waist as she slowly slid her thong off, down, down, holding it halfway down her ass. “Such a fucking tease,” I said, and spanked her ass harder this time, hard enough for her to almost lose her balance.
“Uhhhhh . . . .do it again. Spank me again. Harder.”
Whack, another spank this time, loud enough that I worried for a second if it could be heard in the hallway.
Her thong now all the way off her ass, she pressed her hands against the mirror again and spread her legs. Her bra and blouse unbuttoned, her nipples extended to almost an inch, breathing faster, her ass pushing against my cock. Small beads of sweat pooled in a dimple on the small of her back.
“Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck your little slut. Give me that big fucking cock.” To hear her utter such words after so many months – I almost came against her ass. No, you”ve waited for the prize, I told myself. You”re going to have it.
I bent my knees and lowered my cock, grabbed her slender hips with my hand and yanked them toward me. I spanked her this time with my cock, slapping the shaft back and forth across her ass before quickly before pulling away. She arched her back even further.
I guided my cock toward her pussy, closer, closer and then felt the delicious wet heat. I dug my fingers into her hips and inched the tip into her open slit. And pulled back. Heard her whimper. Pushed in and pulled back. Looked down to my shaft, my tip no longer visible. Feeling her trying to take me in.
“Yes, yes, just fuck me. FUCK ME.”
I tensed my thigh muscles, ready to strike and then plunged into her – hard – my shaft tunneling into her cunt, her walls squeezing my shaft as I dug, her tight pussy grabbing my cock. God, I thought, her pussy is as tight as when I grab my cock and squeeze. No, tighter.
The room went black for a second, realizing my eyes closed at the sensation of her tight pussy and she started to thrust back at me. I looked down to see her ass against my stomach, and then pushed further, feeling her buttocks dig into me.
“Ohhh, god, fuck me fuck me” she started panting as we thrust against each other. “Fuck your. . . little . . . slut,” she said in between thrusts.
My hands held on to her hips feeling her move, at first straight back and forth, but now circling her hips. Our pace quickened, and my stomach spanked her ass with every thrust. In the mirror I watched her tight stomach muscles clenching and unclenching. She struggled to keep her eyes open as we began to fuck harder and harder.
Her eyes suddenly opened wide – a look of surprise. She took her hand from the mirror and reached down to mine on her hip and dug her nails into my flesh. “Shhhhh.” She tried to stop her hips from moving, but all she could was slow down enough to stop that spanking sound our bodies had been making. “I think. . .” a breath . . .”I hear someone.”
I tried to slow my breathing enough to hear. I couldn”t. My cock wouldn”t stop pushing in and out of her pussy. All I could hear was the music faintly through the window, a car driving by.
I could see she was doing everything she could to suppress her animal desires to fuck. I didn”t care at that point. I didn”t care who walked through the door. I needed to fuck her. I have no control of my body, I thought. My body and Rachel”s body are fucking and I can”t stop. For a split second I imagined how we”d look if I walked through the door, and the image only urged me on. Our eyes met again, and she knew it too. No matter what happened now, we couldn”t stop.
She started screwing again first – whispered – “Fuck . . . me . . . hard.”
God I wanted to spank that ass again, but not wanting to make too much noise, I reached down and pinched her ass hard. Her eyes flared.
Faster now than before. I braced my legs to meet her pussy, with all the strength I had, our bodies both completely coated in sweat. I reached up and grabbed her ponytail, held on tight, and fucked her.
I leaned back for leverage, pumping, pumping, and still holding on to her ponytail, jammed a finger against her asshole, burying it to my first knuckle. I saw her reaction and heard her gasp and whimper
Her body started to shake from her knees and I knew she was close and I was close and oh fuck she”s so tight and look at her tits in the mirror and her perfect ass against my stomach and her hips are perfect and that fucking stomach and listen to that sound of us fucking and her tits are barely moving they”re so fucking firm and the way they”re glistening and her juices are drenching my balls and I can smell her pussy and she loves my finger in her ass and my cock in her cunt and I want to hold on hold on but my balls are going to burst and so much fucking cum and my hands on her slender shoulders and her cunt squeezing my cock and fucking lifting her up off the floor with my cock and going to explode in her and I”m going to fucking cum and she”s going to fucking cum and ohhhhh fuck and her shoulders and my cock is so fucking deep in her and my legs are locked and yes yes hot bursts of my jism rocketing up into her and I pull back and reload and shoot another burst and her entire body shaking shaking her voice, sounds of her orgasm so fucking intense and a last burst of cum my eyes closed blood and pleasure pounding and surging through my body and her pussy clenching and unclenching around my cock and and oh my god the most fucking intense orgasm I”ve ever had.
I opened my eyes and I tried to smile somehow at Rachel but she couldn”t either, her orgasm still in her eyes, her body slowing down but still moving on my cock.
“Oh god,” she said . . . “so fucking . . . hot.” She turned her head back to me and we kissed passionately, feeling her breathing quieting down as we kissed. “The . . . party.” Somehow she felt more naked now than when we were fucking. She slowly pulled herself off me, her teeth clenching, my cock glistening with her juices.
I realized my entire body was wet with sweat. “Go . . . go clean up . . .” a smile, “this . . . is just getting started.”
“Mmmm, yes, Rachel. Just the beginning.”
I walked down the hallway to the same bathroom I”d masturbated in and washed my cock and thighs, splashing cold water and soap on my face.
Fortunately there were very few people downstairs. When I went outside to the party, my wife asked me where I”d been and why my face was all wet. “Just trying to get some relief from this heat.”
A few minutes later I saw Rachel rejoin her circle of friends ten feet away from where I stood, wearing a different blouse and skirt. I could see her face and hear her explaining her changes of clothes – “Yes, of course, I had to change,” she said, and then looking over her girlfriends shoulder at me, “It”s sooo fucking hot.”
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Gloria leaned back on the lounge aware of the growing sensations between her legs. She looked up at the ceiling and started to laugh. “Let me get this straight, Tess. Martin told you before you got married about his kinky side and you were shocked but agreed to give it a try. Sounds to me like you’ve got a bit of a kinky side as well.” Gloria took a drag of her Winston and blew the blue smoke to the ceiling. “Then you got to fuck these different men with Martin’s approval. But, you ended all that because one of the men was falling for you and most of the women were bi. Then Martin, trying anything, wanted a little light submissive play but the nipple clamps hurt you. Then Martin asked you to flirt with guys, maybe even fuck them, and then tell him about it because it would turn him on. Have I got it right?”
Tess just sat for a moment staring at the carpet. “That’s basically right, Gloria. There are a few gaps here and there but you’re basically right. And I’m afraid that Martin, despite what he says, will satisfy his kinky side somewhere else. I wish he were more like Doug, you know, no kink, just straightforward sex.”
Gloria turned toward Tess with a big smile on her face. “Is that what you think? You think Doug and I have this vanilla relationship? I can see how you would think that just like we never saw any kink in your relationship with Martin. I never knew about your having sex with other men. Never suspected it. I’ll tell you one thing, though. I think that Martin is the one that’s confused. Tess, you have enjoyed sex with the other men and you have told Martin just that. Then you change your mind about it all and leave Martin hanging out to dry. I don’t understand your position any more than he does. Girl, I’m going to enlighten you. As you know, Doug and I have been married for fourteen years. Tess, grab hold of yourself, we have been swinging for ten of those years, 3somes, 4somes and 1somes. What do you think about that?”
“Well,” said Tess, “I think you’re pulling my leg a bit and I don’t think you’re taking me seriously.”
“Oh you dear sweet thing, Tess. I’m sorry if you think I’m not taking you seriously. The fact is that I am taking you very seriously but you don’t believe that Doug and I are swingers and more.”
Tess started coming out of her melancholy and focused on Gloria’s eyes. “You’re serious aren’t you. You and Doug are swingers.”
“And more.” said Gloria as she gave Tess a gentle pat on her forearm, “We have done everything that Martin has asked you to do. We still do. About once a month we have some sort of sexual excursion involving couples, single men and women and some just one on one. A couple more things, my dear innocent Tess, we also love the light submissive play that you say you don’t like and I just love eating pussy and playing with tits. Just a moment, I’ll be right back.”
Gloria jumped to her feet and nearly ran out of the sunroom. Tess’ mind was swirling and she was not a little excited by Gloria’s startling admission. “Good God,” she thought, “all these years and never a hint.” Tess squirmed on the lounge and noticed her pussy was getting wet.
In a few minutes Gloria returned to the sunroom carrying a small canvas tote bag. She sat down next to Tess on the lounge. “So, you don’t believe me. Let me show you a few things that Doug and I enjoy.” Gloria reached into the bag and pulled out a small plastic bag and opened it. “See these, they are nipple clamps, well not really clamps, we just call them that.” There were a variety of clamps, some tension loaded and some with thumbscrew adjustments that can be as firm or loose as desired. “We like this set the best.” They were the thumbscrew type, gold in color resembling a gold ring with a threaded hole and with a flanged turning head.
“And you guys really use those?” asked Tess.
“Sure do, and more. Take them and look at them.”
Tess took the clamps in her hands and looked at them curiously. “Don’t they hurt?”
“Those let you have as much pressure as you want.” said Gloria, “Sometimes I like a little pain. It turns me on and sure as hell turns Doug on. Of course, other times I just like the sensation of them hanging from my nipples.”
“The ones that Martin got hurt my nipples and I didn’t like them.”
“OK,” said Gloria, “he might have been a little clumsy. Try them on for size and see what you think.”
“Here?” “Now?” gasped Tess. “I don’t know.”
“Oh go ahead, silly,” giggled Gloria, “there’s just the two of us here.”
“Well,” sighed Tess, “I guess it wouldn’t hurt, if you think it’s OK.”
“Good God,” laughed Tess, “sometimes you can be just too much. Take off that blouse and bra and bare those tits, woman. I’ll bare mine, too.”
Tess fiddled with the buttons on her blouse and finally it fell open. She watched Gloria pull her sweater over her head toss it on the rocker next to the lounge. Gloria’s bra hooked in front, as she unhooked it, it her full round breasts fell free and rested on her chest. She had small pink nipples that started to harden as they were exposed to the air in the sunroom.
Tess stared at Gloria’s breasts. “Those are really beautiful,” she thought to herself. She took another swig of wine and popped her bra from the back. Her equally full breasts had small pink nipples and they were already hard but not from the cool air.
“Hey, kid, you have a great set of tits, I’ll bet the guys love them a bunch” said Gloria, “now try out those nipple clamps.”
Tess took one of the clamps in her fingers and eyed it. It seemed simple enough, put the ring over the nipple and turn the bolt onto the nipple. She fumbled with it though, and it fell to the floor.
“Here, babe, let me give you a hand.” Gloria picked up the clamp and put the ring over Tess’ left nipple. “That feel alright?”
Tess shuddered a bit as Gloria put the ring over her nipple. The metal was cool and the slight touch of Gloria’s fingers on her breast made Tess’ breath quicken. The sight of Gloria’s ample breasts swinging freely just above her lap was involuntarily making her clit start to tingle. “It’s OK.”
“Now you hold the ring in place and turn the bolt until it tightens to your nipple. Stop when you want to.”
Tess turned the bolt until it touched her nipple. She shook a little at its touch. She looked up at Gloria with a questioning look in her eyes.
“Is it tight enough to stay on your nipple by itself?” asked Gloria.
Tess let the ring go and it fell to the floor. “Look, lady, if we are going to get anywhere with that thing I’ll have to help you.” said Gloria. Gloria again picked up the ring and put it over Tess’ nipple. She then started to turn the bolt and tighten it to Tess’ nipple. She watched Tess’ eyes close as she turned the bolt. When she was sure she had it tight enough not to fall off she stopped. “How’s that, does it hurt?”
“No, that’s about right.” Tess could feel the flat end of the bolt pressing against her nipple. As much as she didn’t want it to, it felt good and she could feel the wetness between her thighs increase. “Maybe a little tighter.”
“Well,” taunted Gloria, “you tighten it to your liking and then put the other one on, personally I like it pretty tight.”
Tess put the other clamp on her right nipple and tightened it just enough to not fall off. The clamps now hung from Tess’ nipples and she could feel the pull they made. Strangely she felt no pain, just a slight pressure and the tug from the weight of the clamps. Tess took another swig of wine and lit up a Winston. “Well, it doesn’t hurt,” she said, “and you say you like it really tight?”
“Yes I do. Here, let me show you.” Gloria reached into the small bag and pulled out another set of clamps similar to the ones that now adorned Tess. She attached them to her nipples and turned the bolts until it was obvious they were attached very firmly. “Now, Tess, feel how tight these are on my nipples.”
Tess let her fingers touch the exposed tip of Gloria’s nipples and found that they were hard and saw that the bolts had squeezed them nearly flat. “Doesn’t that hurt?” she asked Gloria.
“A little,” Gloria said, “But that’s the whole point of the thing, it wouldn’t be fun if it didn’t hurt a little. I get a kick out of nipple toys and so does Doug. We use them often. Tighten yours until it hurts a little, and don’t be a wimp and release the pressure. Also, I loved it when you touched my nipples.”
Gloria and Tess, both topless with clamps attached to their nipples started laughing but stopped abruptly when they heard a voice from the sunroom door. “Well, what do we have here?” asked Doug. He had been standing there just a moment observing the two lovely topless women in his sunroom. “You guys having some fun?”
Tess saw Doug in the door and immediately put her arms around her naked breasts in an attempt to cover them. She felt the nipple clamps rub against her arms and suddenly felt a wave of humiliation sweep through her body. Strangely, she felt her nipples trying to harden against the nipple clamps.
Gloria looked up at Doug and laughed. “Hey big guy, what are you doing home so early? Obviously we were not expecting you.”
“Obviously, and I could ask you the same question.” He took in Gloria’s full naked breasts and the fact she was wearing his favorite nipple clamps. His gaze shifted to Tess and he smiled at her failed attempt to cover her own full breasts whose nipples wore the same type clamps. He chuckled, “I only had one appointment this afternoon and it canceled, so I decided to take the rest of the day off. Looks like I made a very good choice. Mind if I join in?”
Tess was embarrassed beyond belief. Here was her friend’s husband seeing her in this unforgiving position and there wasn’t anything she could do about it. “Look, Doug,” she said, “I am so embarrassed. Just turn your back to me and I’ll grab my things and leave at once.”
“Don’t be silly,” chided Gloria, “stay where you are and, for God’s sake, let your arms down. Doug has already seen all that you are trying to cover up. Come on in, Doug, the computers went down and they let us off for the day. Tess and I are having a little discussion about lifestyles.”
Doug entered the sunroom and pulled a padded wicker chair up to the lounge where Tess and Gloria were sitting. He positioned the chair where he was facing them about two feet away. “What lifestyles?” he asked with a grin on his face. “My, my, Tess, your tits look so very delicious, especially with the nipple clamps. What are you girls doing, is this a tit show and tell?”
Tess’ skin was burning. She wanted to run, she wanted to become invisible but she couldn’t move. She just sat there trying to hide her breasts but to no avail.
“Kind of,” said Gloria, “Tess here has a problem and she came over to talk to me about it. Seems that Martin is a kinky guy that doesn’t want to live a vanilla sex lifestyle. In fact he wants a sex life very similar to ours. Tess feels that life is not for her and she’s afraid her position will drive Martin out. I was trying to tell Tess about us but I didn’t think it was sinking in, so I had just started to show her some of our toys when you came in. And, oh, by the way, it seems that the so very innocent and proper Miss Tess is not that at all. But I’ll let her tell you herself.”
Those words burned through Tess’ brain. How could she tell Doug what she had told Gloria? “What the, hell,” she thought, “I’m cornered and not feeling much pain.” She dropped her arms and looked at Doug. “Do you really like my breasts?”
Doug sat back in the wicker and looked at Tess. He could see she was distraught and sought to put her at ease. “Mind if I have a glass of that wine?” he asked nobody. He reached over to the end table and poured a glass. He saw the package of Winstons and pulled one out, fired it up and sipped on his wine. “Are those your butts in that ashtray?” he asked Tess, “I didn’t know you smoked.”
“Well, I didn’t know you did either,” exclaimed Tess, “I didn’t know a lot that you do.”
“Now you do, and yes, I really do like your breasts, especially with those nipple clamps. They are beautiful. Do you wear nipple clamps regularly?”
Tess gazed at Doug. He was a rustic guy, muscular and tan, about six feet tall, 190 lbs. His shaggy gray hair complimented his shiny blue eyes. His demeanor was that of a man at ease and comfortable in his world. His cowboy jeans, boots and old denim shirt belied the fact that he was a psychologist and had his own private practice. He was easy and fun to be around. He and Martin were good buddies and watched sports together on TV. “No, smart ass, Martin tried them on me and they hurt.”
Gloria’s nipple clamps were getting her excited. “Doug,” she said, “poor Tess here is afraid to let go, she needs to somehow realize that her sexual desires are not very different than ours or Martin’s. I think she needs convincing.”
Doug saw that Gloria was indeed getting excited. He could always tell. In her early fifties and the mother of three, she no longer had the figure she had in her twenties but she wasn’t bad. None of the three children were Doug’s. She had been married to their father for twenty years before their divorce. She had short bouncy frosted hair that was treated every month to hide the gray that was invading. Her little girl face seemed to always be smiling and happy. Her lips were not as full as she would have liked but were very attractive. She was licking them slightly and that is what gave her away to Doug. She always licked her lips when she became sexually excited. “Really,” he said, “how do you suppose we can do that?” His voice had an “I already know the answer” sound to it.
“For starters, said Gloria, “why don’t you come over here and sit between us and tell Tess about our non-vanilla sex life. I mean, you’re already staring at her lovely tits and I know you would like to be closer. That OK with you, Tess?”
“Sure,” said Tess laughing, “why not? Maybe he can get a better look.”
Doug got up from the wicker and wedged himself in between Tess and Gloria on the lounge. Tess’ intoxicating perfume instantly engulfed him. He had always been attracted to Tess. She always had a very sexy aroma about her and today was no different. She, too, had lost her girlish figure but he appreciated her round curves and ample bosom. Her face was beautiful, more so than Gloria’s. Martin had always said that she had that 1940’s pin-up girl face, dark brown eyes, full red lips and high cheek bones.
Doug chuckled to himself. Here he was sitting between two good looking women who were bare breasted and bearing nipple clamps. “What did you tell her about us?” he asked Gloria.
“I’m not going to tell you. If I did that Tess would think that we were pulling her leg and wouldn’t believe us. You just start anywhere you want.”
“OK,” said Doug, “but I have to tell you that sitting here between the two of you is affecting me, if you know what I mean. Here goes. I guess, Tess, that we had been married about three or four years. Sex between us was good, if not regimented, you know, oops, it’s Saturday night, sex night. That sort of thing. One night we were out to dinner at Spangles. Since we had to wait for our table we went to the bar for a drink and sat at a small table just a few feet from the bar. Suddenly Gloria nearly choked on her drink. I asked her what was the matter and she said that she had just seen the sexiest guy walk by and his good looks startled her. I just laughed and about that time we were escorted to our table.”
“During dinner I asked Gloria about her being startled by the good looking sexy guy. She said that she always liked to look at good looking guys and fantasize about having sex with them. Tess, I’m not going to drag this thing out. I’ll answer any questions you might have but now I’m going to just give you the highlights.” Doug was using his professional skills to put Tess more at ease.
“Over a period of time, Gloria and I discussed how we were both enthralled and fantasized about having sex with other partners. Personally, I had always wanted to watch her fuck another guy. In time we agreed to try swinging, wife swapping. We started going to a swingers club and, although the pickings were few, we did manage to meet up with an acceptable couple. We went to their home and had wonderful sex. I finally got to see Gloria fuck another guy.”
Doug noticed Tess out the side of his eye, she was tightening her nipple clamps a little bit. Not wanting her to notice his stare, he quickly looked away to Gloria. She had noticed Tess as well and had a slight knowing smile on her face. “Tess,” said Doug, “could I reach around you and get another glass of wine and a cigarette?”
“Sure,” said Tess, “you want me to do it? I’m closer.”
“Naw, I’ve got it.” He reached around Tess and as he did his arms brushed Tess’ breasts. “Sorry,” he said.
“Shit, bubba, felt kinda good. I mean we’re all friends here.” She laughed.
“Did to me, too.” said Doug smiling. “How are those clamps feeling?”
“They don’t hurt,” said Tess, “they feel sexy.” She took another swig of wine.
“Good.” Anyway, as I was saying, we swung with that couple and one other for about a year. Not every week mind you, more like once a month. The second couple is when Gloria realized it was OK to enjoy another woman sexually. Now Gloria says that is not bisexual, she says that she is trisexual. That is she is willing to try anything once.” Doug and Gloria both laughed at that remark. “After about a year we decided to try for a 3some with another guy.”
“It was very difficult for us to meet an acceptable man because there are so many slobs and liars out there. But we did. We did it by hanging out at very upscale hotel bars. There are lots of businessmen who are traveling and they usually hang out at the bars in their hotels. Gloria picks one and brazenly goes over and invites him to join us. We then make the determination as to the guy’s suitability. I think I have enjoyed our threesomes as much as any activity. We have had some very, very hot sex with single males and females.”
“It was Gloria that suggested that she strike out on her own on some nights and get laid. She would then come home and tell me all about it. It was also Gloria that brought up submissive play. It was me that brought up open flirting.”
“Those are the highlights, Tess. Gloria, are we in tune with our descriptions?”
“You’re right on, Honey. Told you I was telling the truth,” she bragged to Tess.
“It seems like you were.” said Tess, “How do you go about screwing without Doug? Aren’t you afraid?”
“I would be if Doug weren’t with me when I pick someone up. You see, Doug and I go separately to the bar in the hotel. We sit at different places and no one knows that we are really together. If I pick someone out I invite him to sit with me. We go from there and Doug is never far away. Doug loves to watch me turn the guys on. We still do that but it seldom leads to sex with the other guy because we have “regulars” that notify us when they’ll be in town. So you see, I’m not afraid. Just have to be careful.”
At that, Gloria got up. “I’ve got a few more things I want to show you. I’ll be back in a few minutes. You two be nice, hear?” Gloria had a big smile on her cute face as she fled the sunroom with her bare breasts bouncing.
“How long have you had the nipple clamps on?” Dough asked Tess.
“I don’t know, about forty five minutes.”
“I think it’s time to remove them. Not a good idea to leave them on for over an hour if you’re not used to them. OK?” asked Doug.
“OK.” said the aroused Tess.
Doug turned and faced Tess. He loosened the nipple clamps and slowly removed them so as not to hurt her. He placed the clamps back into the plastic bag. “It’s best to massage the nipples after they’ve been bound. Do you mind if I do that?”
Tess’ mind had been taking in all that Doug and Gloria had told her about their sex life. The wine still warmed her and she was not the least bit chilly even though she was topless and it was a raw day outside. She was very excited and sitting next to topless Gloria and good looking Doug had only served to heighten her excitement. “Oh please do, that would feel really good.”