well i guess my days of being nothing but a bottom has ended today since i lost my jenny.
i had to hire a new lawn man to mow my yard because the last one got where they sucked and not in the good way.
well i put a add on FB and one called and he said he was new to the lawn services and its just him and his brother doing it right now. and he lived close to me so we worked out a deal. and i also knew his brother wouldn't be there because he was still in school. so i knew it was going to be about a 6 hour job. and told him to come by he has the job for at least one time.
the second he got out of the truck i could tell he was a flaming gay. and most times i hate flaming gays. but damn he had a sexy body and he damn sure filled out the jeans in the right place.
i told him to do it what ever way he wants to just to do it right. so he did the front yard first start to finish and damn he was hot when he pulled off his shirt.
i brought him some water as he was wetting his self down . i ask him why he wasn't wearing shorts and he told me he was told it wasn't good for work if he did. i told him he he has some he's welcome to put them on for the back yard that its all fenced in and noone could see him. but me because i was about to get in the pool.
i knew what i wanted so i went in and put on my sexy little open back blue G string that once it got wet it hid nothing. i waited until he came by the pool and i got out with a nice semi. he was looking then after a couple rounds he stopped and went to the water hose and hose his self down again and OMG his white shorts no longer hid anything. damn this dude was hung. not even a semi he was 5 or 6 inches. i leaned over to show him my sweet ass hole as i got a glass some ice and filled it with tea. turned around and he now had a semi that was at least 7 1/2. i walked up to him handed him his tea and just took a hand full of meat in my hand i wasn't playing around. he never moved so i dropped his shorts and went to my knees and started sucking that monster cock. once it got hard i know it had to be 10 plus inch's and at least 3 inch wide. he as if i wanted to go inside and i say nope right here bent over got the KY lubed my ass with lots of KY. i told him i only have one rule. once the head touches my hole it goes balls deep first try.
he ask if i was sure now i kinda wish i had say no but i said balls deep. and let me tell you he did. damn it hurt like hell but i loved it. after i few very hard and deep pounding. he slowed down and started making love to my ass for at least 20 minutes. bent over on my belly on my back on my side me on top that boy sure knew how to fuck.
he ask where i wanted it and i told him he's there hes bareback he might as well fill me up. and damn he did. i rolled over onto my back my dick was hard as a brick he just moved up and started working my dick up that sweet ass of his.
the best part is something i did that i haven't been able to do in years because of my age. i was able to bend over enough to suck about 3 inchs of his dick while i was balls deep in him. thats how hung this flaming faggot was.
we went over to the shower and washed each other off and went skinny dipping. after a few minutes he fucked my ass again not sure how long i was in heaven. he ended up putting 4 loads in my hungry ass today and i gave him a couple loads myself. and two loads from a old man is pretty fucking good i think.
the only trouble is he didn't get my yard done today. and hes going to have to come back this weekend ti finish the job.

I want to be him. I work hard long hours during the week and when the weekend comes around I want a woman who will take pleasure in tying me up, feeding me Viagra to make sure my cock stays rock hard and using me for her pleasure. I want her to play with my cock and balls, edge me, and do whatever she wants to me. I want to be helpless at her mercy without the ability to refuse or say no to anything she wants. I want her to invite her friends and coworkers over, when they arrive I want her to feed me a Viagra and go have coffee/tea with them while they wait for the pill to take full effect. I want her to watch and play together as they use me however they see fit until they've had their fill and are bored with me. I want her to encourage them you use me as a stud riding me hard making me cum as they continue to ride me because the Viagra won't let me cock deflate. I want to be used and violated in every conceivable way until Sunday night when I'm released to shower and go to bed for work Monday. During this time I don't want to be though of as human or for them to have any concerns about my comfort or emotions as long as they are having fun, I just want to be a toy, a tool for their pleasure. When the weekend ends life will return to normal without conversations about what happened or took place over the weekend. My soul desperately needs this....

I confess, I am a sissy slut, and I love being dominated by women.

I've come to terms with my place in life. I belong on my knees for women to come piss into my mouth like a urinal. I dream of being used and abused as a good little girl in front of groups of women. I want to lift my skirt, pull down my little girl panties, and show my little winkie to all the nice ladies that came to laugh at it while I bounce up and down on a nice fat dildo in my sissyhole.

My girlfriend makes me call her Mommy, and she likes to dress me up. She's teaching me how to wear makeup, and she takes me shopping to buy new clothes. Soon, I won't ever have to wear icky boy clothes again.

My Mommy says that if I am good, then she might invite her friends over for tea, and I can serve them and entertain them in my skimpy maid outfit. It's not my favorite dress, but I'd do anything to serve ladies.

How can I be a good girl? I already dusted the entire house. Mommy put the duster up my tight little hole and I had to clean with no hands. I did a good job and didn't break anything! I really want Mommy to sit me on her lap, finger my ass and make me clean her fingers with my mouth, and spank my little weewee and balls in front of her friends. Some of them have daughters my age, who all love to take pictures. And I want to show all the ladies the best way to train their own sissy slave girls.

I need help. Can any women give me some good ideas on how to make my Mommy happy? I wake her up every morning with my tongue in her sweet pussy and ass, and I cook her breakfast. I clean the house with my ass and my tongue. I always cum when I'm told to, and not a moment sooner. What else can a girl do to make her Mommy happy?

What would you want from me if you were my Mommy? What am I not doing right?

I want to hear from all the ladies out there. Tell me what a good little girl like me could do to make you smile.

So I have been back on the Omegle video chat lately, and my session tonight was definitely an experience to say the least. Let me say this though...Ive done a lot of gross, degrading, and deplorable acts while video chatting, but only once or twice have I felt so gross afterwards, that I had to take a shower right away.
Just like almost every time I am on the Omegle video chat, Im looking for younger girls that are willing to watch me do gross, painful, or humiliating things to myself. I get the usual mix of girls not even reading my intro, reading it but wanting nothing to do with it, wanting to see one or two things then leaving, and a couple that want to see the whole show. I got a few young girls who just saw me sound myself with a Q-tip, a couple to watch me piss into a glass and drink it, and 2 friends that were on together watched me insert a celery stick in my ass, play with it a bit, and then eat about an inch worth of shit covered celery...And while that last part was VERY disgusting, it didn't even come close to the way I felt during and after my most recent session.
So the most recent girl, was a cute lil brunette with freckles, very nice big tits, and just a tiny bit chubby. She said she was 19 when I asked, but she looked a bit younger in the face...but then again, her tits did make it seem like she may have really been 19 afterall. Anyways, our session starts off my me inserting a Q-tip in my urethra, pushing it all of the way in slowly, then forcing it back up by rubbing the bulge that it make along my cock...Pushed it back in, then starting to pull it in and out, over and over again.
Next was the kicker though. And I really loved her Imagination on this one....
She asked if we had any Mayo. I got up to check and luck would have it, we just got a new jar from the store today. I show her the unopened jar of Mayo, then open it to reveal a completely full jar. She then starts to play with her bare breasts and asks me to stick my balls in the jar, so I tea bag the opening of the Mayo jar, then stuff my balls down inside of it. I press the jar into my body, making sure, my balls were as deep in as I could. Then she asks me to fuck the jar like it was her tight pussy, and then moves the camera down and starts to rub on her clit and finger herself. I jack off for a few seconds to get somewhat hard, then proceed to TRY to fuck Mayo jar. At this point I was starting to get grossed out a bit, so I am having trouble really getting hard. I let her know this and then she says "Imagine it is my tight pussy" and really starts to finger her pussy. After I grab the mayo jar with both hands and start thrusting into in now, its beginning to feel good, like a pocket Pussy/Fleshlight. However, then she writes me, "rub it on your face for me please and ill cum". Im thinking "alright, im loving this kinky bitch", so I do it. I start by standing straight up with my mayo covered cock pointing at the camera, and use my hands to scrap across my cock, getting globs of mayo them, then get on my knees in front of camera (so my face is in front of it now), and start to lather on the mayonnaise across my face (mainly my cheeks, chin, and nose). She told me to use more mayo, so I dug one hand into the mayo jar and scooped a good amount while starting jacking off with my other hand.
Now, while Im jacking off and staring at her while she playing with her VERY lovely tits, and lathering my entire face with mayo, I'm getting really horny. She tells me to pull off my shirt, and use the entire jar to cover my entire body. I start with my nipples, chest, and stomach. At this point, I am now thinking about how good it started to feel just before she told me to stop fucking the jar, AND I am starting to get really grossed out by the smell and the feeling over the mayo covering me...So I tell her that I would really love to start fucking the jar of mayonnaise again so that I can cum inside of it, and leave my cum in there, so that way the next time someone goes to use it, they unknowingly are eating my cum.
She tells me to start fucking the jar again, and I really do this time. I am about as hard as I can be when I stick it in the jar, and really start to thrust into it, like it was some young hot piece of ass. I am a little concerned because of the loud squishing noise it making, and the fear of someone hearing it, but I was too horny to give a damn and fucked it even harder. After about three minutes of thrusting into the jar, I cum into it with a release that I haven't felt so strong in awhile. She then told me to lick my fingers with the mayo and cum...I licked one of my fingers a little bit but started to get sick of the idea of all of that mayonnaise. After using about 20 Kleenex tissues to clean the rest of the mayo off of my hands, she asked me to stick my tongue in the jar and lick up some of the cum and mayo mixture, I follow her orders a little bit, and get a tiny bit on my tongue, show it to her, then shallow it down. I think she could tell that I wasn't down for more mayo fun, and said that she wished I hadn't cummed so soon in our session, b/c she wanted to play longer, but I told her that I was at that point of where I either had to fuck it then and now, or start getting too grossed out by it. She played with herself some more as I attempted to clean some of the oily mayo mess on my body, then left the chat.
I then cleaned up the area (mayo was splattered pretty bad all around the computer desk, with multiple big globs on the carpet), then I stirred up my semen into the mayo so that noone could tell and put it back into the fridge, so that anyone who used it now would be unknowingly eating my semen too. I then jumped in the shower and got all of that nasty oily mayo off of me, and came straight back to the computer to right out this confession. I am still super horny, and think I want to fuck the mayo jar again before I go into bed, and put more cum mixed in.

I always liked my brother's fiancee. We got along nicely and talked about everything very openly. One day she expressed a certain curiosity for the stuff I'm "into", so I showed her my collection of sex toys. Her eyes widened with excitement ... my brother's? Not so much. He is and always will be the vanilla guy. She asked me what this and that is for, how you use it and so on. Some months after that we talked again (this time privately) about her own collection, that she since got and how she wishes to use it. She said, that my brother tries his best, but just isn't into it at all. Her fantasies were quiet hot to be honest - the usual stuff, but she told them in a way that got me instantly hard. You might want me to tell you that I took her right then and there, but no. I'm not the kinda guy, that fucks his brother's fiancee just because it would be fun.

So I watched those two over the next couple of months while they somewhat drifted apart. He got more into his hobbies than spending time with her, which led to him breaking of the engagement. I asked her how she is doing and she seemed quite ok with it. She also thanked me for showing her a site of herself she never knew she had and wished to stay in contact with me.

A few weeks later I get a call from her inviting me to her new place for a chat and some tea. As soon as I arrived and enter her apartment, I knew what was up. She wore her tiny skin-tight shorts and sports bra, sweating from her work-out. My brother got her into sports and damn the results spoke for themselves. She always had a great figure, but now she just looked like a freaking model. I asked her if she forgot our meetup and if I should come back another day, but she simple replied with a little wink and a "I just needed a quick work-out". Immediately I got an erection that was pretty hard to hide, but I tried. She let me in and asked if I wanted something to drink. I just looked down and back up at her and said that a tea would be fine. While we waited for the water to boil, she sat opposite me at the table and started some small talk. I think she recognized I wasn't really listening, so she stood up and pointed at a few clothes that laid on the floor. "Sorry for the mess, I still haven't really moved in you know". I looked around the flat and saw, that it was absolutely clean and tidy. If she didn't place those items right where she knew I would be sitting, I will eat a broom. "Just let me put those in the washing machine really quick and then we will have our tea." This is the first time I really looked at the items as she walked over. It were her god damn used panties! All crusty and dirty. What I would give to just be able to sniff those for a minute... She bend over and down to pick them up ... in the perfect height for me to just tear down those shorts and put my dick right into her if I wanted. And what an ass she got! If you saw it on a tiny figure like hers you would think that those would be implants. Just thick enough on a petite one like her. Then she stood up and went into the bathroom, while I was still staring at the place where her ass was just a moment ago. At this point I was just horny, plain and simple. Should I just walk into the bathroom and take her? My conscience got the better of me and figuratively glued me to my chair.
She came back out and prepared the tea for us. As she walked over to the table, she sat down on the chair next to me and spoke about some work-related stuff. My "mhm"s and "yeah, that's tough"s seemed to be enough for her for now, but in my head the only thought I had was "fuck her, fuck her, fuck her". This chant was interrupted by her mouth close to my ear whispering "What else do I have to do for you to finally put your cock in my mouth?". For a second, that felt like ten, I just sat there and her words simply did not compute. I felt her hand on my thigh slowly finding it's way up to my cock.

That's the moment I pulled my chair back and looked at her. "Oh don't tell me you don't want me to get you off? I have always seen how you looked at me." I felt caught for my glances in the past at her cleavage and by my own general horniness, but that didn't matter right now. "No, I just wanted to make space for you". I stood up, pulled down my pants and sat back down again. She immediately looked at my cock and I could see the slight hint of disappointment in her eyes. "You know, I always wondered what your cock would look like. Your brother is an inch or two bigger than you." She grabbed it and gave it a few strokes. With my dick still in her hand and a cheeky little smirk on her face she got close to my ear and said "But now that I have it in my hand, I can feel that your's is thicker than his" and started to kiss my neck. I can't believe she remembered my sexual weak spot from the talks we had way back. A little moan escaped my mouth, which just encouraged her. I could feel that my initial doubts and resistance started to fade away and I just enjoyed what was happening. In one fell swoop I grabbed her neck and abrasively pulled her face in front of mine. "You want my cock in your mouth? Then open it." With a slightly confused but aroused look she did as told and open her mouth with a little pop sound. The forceful push I gave her head on my dick was met with almost no resistance at all. I laid my head back and closed my eyes as I could feel her relax and just going to town on my cock. The small dribble of saliva flowing down my shaft towards my balls felt amazing and her slick moves with her tongue incredible. It's like my brother always told me: This girl loooooves giving head and does it with a passion shared by few others.

"Get up!"
If I didn't already knew it from our previous conversations, her rapid movement told me, that she always wanted for a sexual partner to talk to her like that. She stood in front of me, eagerly waiting for further instructions.
"Take off your clothes ... slowly"
A faint strand of spit in the corner of her mouth glistened in the evening sun as she smiled and started to gradually pull up her sports bra. Her two perky breasts stared right back at me. "I always wondered what your tits may look like. I have to say, I'm not disappointed at all." Button-like nipples and puffy ghost areolas with some freckles on a B cup. Still mesmerized from this sight, I began to stroke my cock. She dropped the bra on the floor and pulled down her shorts. Underneath it was a freshly-trimmed pussy with large outer labia, hiding the rest of it. What could not be hiding was the fact, that she was wet as fuck. No wonder her other panties looked the way they did. "My brother once told me, that you already come from blowing a guy. I think I believe him now."

This perfect image of a woman now stood in front of me and zealously glanced at my cock. "Oh, you want it that much?" Just a simple nod and a lick over her lips confirmed it. "Then kneel with your head against the wall". She got into position as did I. Standing above her with my dick right in front of her head I slowly pushed it towards her mouth, till the back of her head touched the wall. "Now open up". As soon as she did, I almost violently shoved my cock in her mouth and started fucking it. I could feel her gasping for air, but right now I didn't care. When I finally let her breath, small trickles of tears ran down her cheeks and my cock was almost as wet of her spit as it would have been fucking her. I could see some drops of liquid were forming under her pussy. As soon as she regained her breath, I just started again by grabbing her head and just violating her head against the wall. Her ecstasy reached a level where I could hear her moan and gag simultaneously. I pulled back out to let her breath, but she only said "no, keep going! I'm almost there." My balls were now so wet as well, that you could hear the sound of them clashing against her chin. The nails of her fingers almost drilled themselves into my ass as she was grabbing it towards her. She wanted every single inch of me in her. My movement was as fast as my body would let me and with a loud moan I came in her throat. With a gulping sound she swallowed every single drop she could get and even tried to suck for more with my cock still deeply buried in her mouth.

"Are you happy now?" I asked while pulling out of her. She looked on the floor towards the now quite big lake of her pussy juice, looked back up at me. "You have no idea how happy I am now." My cock still dangled on her face and she smiled. With her tongue she clean my cock and licked everything dry. I pull her ponytail and forced her to look up at me. "Don't forget the floor." She began to lick her own juices from the floor, ass up and nipples barely touching the ground. I sat back down on the chair with my now flaccid cock. "If you liked that ... there are many more things you could like that I could do to you. If that is what you want?" She crawled on all fours towards me. "Show me. Please."

I think that is enough for one message. btw, if you haven't guessed already, this is just a made-up story that I had to get off my mind.

ROUND THREE / UNEXPECTED DAY THREE

Continuation of my Minnesota adventure: May 2024 [another very long post]

To recap:
I was visiting T, my 52-year-old long-time red-haired FWB, for the first time since October 2021. In the interim, she’d had major female surgery, put on some unwanted weight due to the anti-depressant meds she’d been taking (although she still looked amazing to me), and dumped a 20-y/o lover because “he came too fast, didn’t have a decent job, and couldn’t eat pussy to save his life.” I’d made the drive from Denver to her small town, located a couple of hours southwest of the Twin Cities, with the intent of doing what we always did. That involved catching up on news since the last time we were together, taking in concerts, museums and other attractions while spending the weekend in the Twin Cities, and having sex – lots and lots of sex.

I woke up around 7:30 Tuesday morning, following another three-hour fuck session that had wrapped up around two a.m. Because T babysits her two-year-old grandson every weekday afternoon, I had only planned to sleep over for two nights and then come back for her on Friday. She was dead asleep alongside me, with the covers pulled up over her head, so I left her alone and got dressed in the living room. Her car, a Ford Focus, had been running on fumes the previous evening, so I filled it up at the nearest gas station and then stopped off at a drive-thru for a bagel. Culinary note: I asked for the bagel to be toasted, with cream cheese on the side. Who the fuck toasts a bagel without slicing it first??? Sheesh.

Anyway, I returned to her place and was having my breakfast when T came out of the bedroom and plopped down beside me. I noticed she’d put on yoga pants and a loose-fitting sweatshirt, which clearly indicated she was officially "not in the mood." She is NOT a morning person, and that includes morning sex. I offered her half my bagel, which she declined. She’s also not a breakfast person. “Are you sure you want to leave today?” T asked. “I thought we settled that on Sunday,” I replied. “I’ll be back Friday afternoon and we’ll spend the weekend in St. Paul.” She gave me one of those inscrutable looks that leave guys like me clueless. “Well, Donna is coming over for dinner. We do this every few weeks and, besides, she wants to meet you.”

Donna was one of T’s former coworkers, a tall Nordic blonde who’d succumbed to T’s bisexual charms during a blizzard in February and was apparently still infatuated with my red-haired Viking princess. “You can leave if you want,” T teased, “but you’ll miss out on a fun dinner.” Something told me that dinner wasn’t the only thing I’d miss by heading north, so I agreed to delay my drive by a day. Hey – I may be clueless when it comes to women, but I like to think I’m not an idiot!

We spent most of the day pretty much the same as on Monday, watching TV, reading, and having light-hearted conversation. After homemade bean burritos for lunch, I agreed to help her sort through her massive clothes collection that took up most of a second bedroom. It was a claustrophobic environment dominated by two huge dressers her grandparents had left to her. Piles of clothes occupied every flat surface, but the drawers were nearly empty. Our task was to divide the wardrobe up into Donate and Keep. I suggested the latter category was likely to include “fits me now” and “I hope it’ll fit again someday.” That remark earned me a not-so-playful punch on my arm, followed immediately by an offer to “kiss and make it better.”

For about two hours, I pulled out articles of clothing as T passed judgment on each item’s future. It was really humid, even with the a/c running, so she'd changed into a t-shirt and a pair of sweatpants that had been cut down into shorts. Occasionally she felt compelled to try things on to see if they fit – some did, but many did not – which meant she was regularly showing me her tits while putting on blouses, and turning around to show off her lovely ass with each skirt or pair of pants we came across. There was hardly any floor space, so we were constantly bumping into each other. T was also being very tactile – stroking my arm, smacking me on the ass when I didn’t move out of her way fast enough, and delivering a series of random kisses. Finally, I got up the courage to ask about her behavior.

“You know,” I began apprehensively, “I can’t help but notice how affectionate you are. It’s like the old T has returned.” During past visits, she’d regularly initiated public displays of affection, but I never felt comfortable asking about this behavior – mostly because I didn’t want it to stop. “Why now; why me?” She froze with her hand halfway reaching for a hanger and turned to face me. “You really want to know?” she asked quietly. “Always,” I said. “I used to behave like this a lot, because I’m an affectionate person, but my actions kept getting taken the wrong way. Nearly every guy I’ve been with assumed I was coming on to them sexually, as in, I wanted to fuck them right then and there. You, on the other hand, never give me that vibe, because I know you truly care about me as a person, not just some sex object.”

I must have had a weird look on my face while trying to process what she’d said, because she stepped over the huge pile of clothes still on the floor and bumped up against me, wrapping her arms around my neck and planting a seriously hard kiss on my mouth. The phrase, “You know I adore you,” escaped my lips before I could even think about what I was saying. In return, T took half a step back and countered with, “Well, if you must know, I really DO want to fuck you, but that’ll have to wait because it’s almost time for me to go be with my grandson.” With that she giggled, pushed past me to climb out of the room, and called back in my direction as she was putting on her sneakers, “I’m watching him over at their place, because I don’t want to inflict him on you two days in a row. I’ll be back around 4:30.” And with that, she departed.

At 5:00 there was a knock on the door, so I hopped off the couch and went to answer it. T had previously texted me to say she wouldn’t be home until six o’clock but offered no further details. I opened up to greet a tall, slender woman with close-cropped blonde hair and a narrow face, carrying a grocery bag in each hand. I said, “You must be Donna,” at the same moment she said, “You must be Zac,” and we both laughed. I grabbed the bags out of her hands and took them straight to the kitchen. Since T lives in a double-wide trailer (err, “manufactured”) home, the counter was a mere three steps away. I explained that T was running late, and Donna countered with, “Yeah, she called to tell me that while I was at the Hy-Vee (the local supermarket), so I should just get dinner ready without her.” I offered to act as a backup chef, so we both did food prep. The menu included cucumber salad with onion, sliced tomatoes drizzled with olive oil, beer cheese soup, a baguette of French bread, and strawberry ice cream for dessert.

As we worked, we chatted amiably. I was curious about T’s experiences while working alongside Donna, and she confirmed that the stories I’d heard about harassment were true. “She just seems to attract asshole guys,” Donna said with conviction. Then, as she realized what she’d said, added, “Well, not you, obviously.” I laughed and countered with, “The jury might still be out on that one,” but she was quick to disagree. “Oh, no. T says you’re the sweetest guy. She told me you filled up her tank yesterday.” I couldn’t resist the double entendre. “You mean her car’s gas tank, right?” Donna burst out laughing. “Yeah – that, too.”

But before we could delve into additional semi-smutty talk, T returned and gave Donna a big hug and kiss. “Did you rope Zac into helping you with dinner?” she asked. “He volunteered and did a great job cutting up the vegetables,” she replied. I’d suggested we do the salad Hungarian style, dressed with sour cream, vinegar, and a dash of paprika. Lacking a dining table, we took our plates and bowls to the living room – five steps from the kitchen (!!) – and ate at the coffee table. I parked myself on T’s leather recliner, while the ladies sat on the couch.

After dessert, I gathered up the dishes and offered to do clean-up, to which there were no objections! While I was washing, drying and putting things away, T dragged out her cannabis paraphernalia and the two of them were soon “dabbing away.” Donna asked if they should save some for me, but T put the kibosh on that. “He’s got too much of a tolerance for pot,” T explained. “We split a tube Sunday night, and he didn’t even get high. I don’t think it affected him at all.” I chimed in with, “Well, it made me horny.” T responded with a laugh. “Geez, Zac, you’re hornier than any guy I know, so it clearly wasn’t the pot talking.” Naturally, Donna had to come back with, “So, how horny was he?” There was some whispering that followed between the two of them, and I was too far away to hear the conversation, except for the part where Donna said out loud, “How many times?” and then followed with “Oh, my god.”

I wrapped up my KP duties and started back toward my seat when T piped up with a request. “Zac, honey – can you go pick up something for us to drink? We’re too wasted to drive.” I reminded her we still had that Smirnoff swill from the night before, but T said, “Oh, I poured that out. It wasn’t very good.” That was the understatement of the week! Donna suggested a bottle of wine so, after a brief discussion of white versus red, they agreed “red” was the best choice. I grabbed my car keys and left the two of them puffing away on the couch.

The same woman who’d helped us the previous evening was back behind the counter. “How was that Smirnoff?” she asked. “Looking for another bottle?” [That's the issue with small towns; everyone knows your business!] I told her it was the worst stuff I’d tasted since that shot of vodka I’d sampled in a Bratislava grocery store decades earlier. That got a laugh out of her, and we chatted for about ten minutes about our respective overseas adventures, until I suddenly remembered why I was there. Two minutes and $15 later, I was on my way back to T’s place with what was reportedly a halfway decent bottle of California Cabernet.

As I walked into her place, the lights were off and no one was up front. I set the bottle down and slowly felt my way forward. The bedroom door was closed, and the rest of the place was nearly pitch-black. Because of the harsh Minnesota winters and the lack of decent insulation in her place, T keeps all the windows blocked year-round, because “it’s too much trouble to always be redoing them.” It’s like a goddamned cave in there; you can’t tell whether it’s day or night without opening the door and looking outside. I had my hands outstretched to aid in moving ahead, but thankfully it’s a very narrow hallway with no obstacles. I put my ear to the bedroom door but couldn’t make out any sounds. I thought about calling out, but instead I retraced my steps to the living room, stripped down to just my boxer briefs, and returned to where I’d just been standing.

As quietly as I could, I twisted the door handle and pulled the bedroom door open. The first thing I noticed was a pile of women’s clothes lying on the floor. Peeking around the corner, I saw two naked women erotically positioned and illuminated by the dim bedside lamp at the far side of the room. T was lying on her back, her thighs spread wide and the fingers of her left hand making slow circles around her clit. Donna was sitting on T’s face, grinding away, while the palms of her hands were pressed flat against the bedroom wall, since T’s double bed has no headboard. Neither woman was being particularly vocal – Donna was breathing hard, but quietly, whereas whatever sounds T was making were being directed straight into Donna’s vagina. I took off my boxers and began to stroke my cock, which was quickly at attention.

I was being quiet, but Donna turned her head and caught me out of the corner of her eye as I was standing at the side of the bed with my cock in my hand. “Guess—who’s—back?” Donna managed to announce, in between gasps for air. T mumbled something that I couldn’t understand, but Donna was apparently skilled at interpreting mouth-to-pussy speech. “She wants you to go down on her,” Donna translated, so I wasted no time climbing onto the bed and hopping to it. I pushed T’s hand aside and wrapped my lips around her little button-clit. I sucked on it hard, which really sets her off, and then I shoved two fingers deep into her pussy.

Eighteen months earlier, when T had the first of two back-to-back vaginal surgeries, she was worried they would affect her “pleasure parts,” as she called them. But for the past two nights, I was a witness that she was as orgasmic as she’d ever been. Meanwhile, Donna was raking her crotch up and down T’s mouth, and I looked up just as T took the hand she’d been using on her clit and stuck her middle finger deep into Donna’s ass. “Well, that’s an interesting turn of events,” I thought to myself. T was not a fan of anal play on herself, although she occasionally enjoyed it when I moistened my index finger and rimmed her butthole while simultaneously circling her clit with my tongue. She calls it “the double roundabout.” This was the first time I’d seen her finger-fuck another woman in the ass, although she’s never been shy about pounding a girlfriend’s other hole with her fingers. It didn’t take long for me to get T bucking and moaning, and I stayed with it until she exploded into a thigh-quivering orgasm.

After lifting myself up to catch a breath, I decided not to continue with more cunnilingus but instead mounted T, shoving my cock into her ultra-moist pussy. She made a half-hearted effort to push me away, but my 225 pounds was no match for her 140, so I stayed put. With Donna’s firm ass staring me in the face – she hadn’t dismounted from T’s face, despite already having had at least one orgasm – I balanced precariously on top of T and used my hands to grip Donna’s buttocks and spread them apart. Seconds later, she had the experience of two tongues on her, with one at each hole.

T mumbled something, with Donna apparently understanding her query, because she replied, “He’s got his tongue in my ass.” I sure did! But while focusing my attention on the shapely tush in front of me, I’d stopped fucking T and simply left my cock motionless, albeit balls-deep in her pussy. She seemed miffed by this lack of attention, because she responded by wrapping her legs around my thighs and humping up against me, fighting to attain yet another orgasm. Donna came with a grunt and a shudder, moaned, “Ohhhh, gawd!” and rolled off T’s face to collapse on the far side of the bed. Unfortunately, her unexpected dismount caused her knee to smack against the side of my head, and I think I might have lost consciousness for a few seconds. When I regained my senses, I’d rolled off T, having ended up on the same side of the bed where Donna had landed.

“Are you OK?” Donna asked, with concern in her voice. “Did I hurt you?” I pressed my hand to the spot where her knee had made contact with my skull. “No blood, no foul, I guess,” was my flippant reply, which was enough to elicit a hearty laugh from both women. It seemed like a good time to take a break, so I slid down to lie across the bottom edge of the mattress and laid my head on my outstretched arm. T said, “I think we could all use a drink,” and for once, I agreed that was a good idea. She climbed off the bed and slipped quickly into the kitchen, where we could hear her cursing because she couldn’t immediately find a corkscrew. I was torn between remaining in the bedroom and watching Donna play with her clit, which she was doing absent-mindedly, and following T into the kitchen to lend a hand with the wine. With the cry, “Zac – come here. I need you,” the decision was made for me.

I found T leaning back against the sink, the wine bottle in one hand and a fairly elaborate corkscrew device in the other. “I think I’m too high to figure this out,” she admitted, so I relieved her of both items and managed to extract the cork without damaging my hand, or my male ego. T looked absolutely delicious, nude with her pale pink nipples at full attention, her flushed skin accentuating the freckles on her chest, her red triangle down below curly and enticing, and the tang of pussy juice in the air. We stood there, wordlessly, for a few seconds – each checking out the other person’s body – until she reached out and wrapped her hand around my semi-tumescent cock. Then, she uttered a sentence any red-blooded male would love to hear in that situation: “I want to watch you fuck Donna, and then I’ll clean you both up.”

She and I have performed this act before, but the last time was pre-COVID. Back in 2019, while spending a fuck-filled four-day weekend in a St. Paul Airbnb, she’d picked up a waitress at the neighborhood pastry shop. We’d gone there for breakfast two days in a row, where during each visit T got more and more flirty with the young woman behind the counter. On Day Three, after telling me to pay the bill and then scram, she somehow talked Simone into coming over to our place once her shift ended at noon. Awaiting her arrival, T told me Simone was only interested in girl-on-girl sex, which was OK with me. And true to her word, Simone showed up on time, stripped off her clothes, and dove into T’s pussy as if she hadn’t had sex in months – which turned out to be the case. I sat on the sidelines, stroking and watching, as they both worked each other into multiple orgasmic frenzies. Taking a break, T said to Simone, “I’m thinking about sucking Zac’s cock, because I love the taste of his cum, but I’d like it even better if it came dripping out of your pussy.” Simone seemed more than a bit skeptical, until T told her that I’d do her doggy-style so she didn’t have to see me fucking her, and that I’d do my best to ejaculate quickly. Given the stroke job I’d been doing on myself the previous 30 minutes, that last part wasn’t going to be a problem. Simone agreed, somewhat reluctantly, and I took her from behind – a deliciously tight 22-year-old pussy that needed only half a dozen pumps to get blasted. T fulfilled her part of the bargain and even managed to make Simone orgasm one last time as my man-jizz ended up all over T’s face and then down her throat.

On this evening, however, there was no reluctant acceptance on Donna’s part. I carried three full wine glasses into the bedroom, distributed them accordingly, and then T announced the next stage in our hours-long fuck-fest. As soon as T explained what she wanted us to do, Donna and I looked at each other and asked, nearly simultaneously, “How do you want me?” That got all three of us laughing, but T had her own idea. “Do her missionary, Zac, so the cum won’t leak out before I gobble it up.” Thankfully I wasn’t drinking from my wineglass at that moment, because I would have probably done a spit-take onto her lovely striped cotton sheets. Instead, I drained the last of the liquid and handed my glass to T, who set it down on the nightstand closest to the bedroom door. Then I dove forward to shove my face into Donna’s crotch.

I’d caught her by surprise, but she didn’t voice a single objection, instead sliding her butt forward so she could lie flat on the bed. I tongued her slit for a minute or two – she tasted really good – and then hopped up onto my knees and guided my dick into her pussy hole. Donna reached up and pushed against my shoulders. I thought she was doing that to get me off her, but she only wanted to create enough room to pull her knees up and press them against my chest. This was actually a very effective fucking position for me, because her legs acted as a sort of spring against which I could thrust and retract. She supplied at least half of the motion, and I was able to hang onto her knees for leverage instead of having to use my arms to bear the weight of my body.

We built up a good rhythm, with lots of heavy breathing on both our parts. Meanwhile, T was sitting cross-legged on her side of the bed, finger-fucking herself with an in-and-out motion that matched my own pussy pounding. Just as T said to Donna, “Don’t be surprised, but he sometimes takes a while to come,” I froze on the downstroke as my cock pumped three or four streams of cum deep into Donna’s pussy. All she said was, “Done?” and when I could only nod my head, she used her legs to push me off her while holding her ass up off the bed. T swooped in and dove for the gusto, first licking up the drops of cum that had dripped off my cock as I withdrew, and then using her fingers to dig deep for the rest of the load.

I managed to stand up at the foot of the bed, knees sagging a bit against the edge of the mattress to maintain my balance. T was really slurping up what I’d left for her, and I jacked my dick a bit as I watched. Having completed her task on Donna, T spun around and licked me clean. “Fuck, that was fun!” she exclaimed, and then guzzled down the rest of the wine in her glass.

We’d easily passed the three-hour mark, and I was exhausted. The ladies climbed off the bed and headed to the bathroom, while I flopped down onto the mattress with the aim of slipping off to dreamland. T had other ideas, however. “Hey,” she called out, which awakened me from my near-slumber. “Donna’s staying over, so you’ll have to camp out on the couch.” I began to object, but my argument fell on deaf ears. “There’s just no room, Zac. Sorry. You’ll find an extra pillow and a blanket in the room where my clothes are.” I passed Donna on my way down the hall, pillow and blanket in hand. She’d stopped off in the kitchen for a glass of water and patted me on the ass while I was setting things up on the couch. I straightened up and gave her a kiss on the cheek, but she put her hand gently on the side of my face – coincidentally, the same side where she’d kneed me earlier – and gave me a deep kiss on the lips. “I’ll see you in the morning, OK?” she whispered. I thanked her for an amazingly fun time, which got a shy smile from her before she returned to the bedroom and closed the door.

I’m sure I fell asleep within minutes of stretching out on the couch. At six-foot-zero, I had just enough room to lie on my side (my preferred sleeping position) with my knees slightly bent. Even so, my head was pressed against one arm of the couch, and my feet rested up against the other one. Many hours later – I had no idea of the time, since the windows were blocked and my iPhone was in the other room – I was awakened by something stroking my lower leg. Forgetting where I was for a moment, I imagined it was my cat, Jemima, since she rubs up against me every morning as if to say, “Hey, human. It’s time for my breakfast.” So, when I opened my eyes to see Donna perched on the edge of the couch, as naked as she’d been the night before, I regained full consciousness damned quickly.
She put her finger to her lips and motioned for me to slide over. As skinny as she was, there was still hardly any room to accommodate her lying next to me, so she ended up mostly on top, one knee between my legs, her well-trimmed crotch pressed against my hip, her breasts against my chest, and her mouth a mere inch from mine. “I know T isn’t into morning sex,” Donna said in a very low voice, “but I hear you’re quite the fan, right?” I agreed and lifted my head up so I could give her a good-morning kiss. She slipped her tongue into my mouth while reaching down and wrapping her fingers around my rapidly rising cock. “Mmm, morning wood is the best wood, don’t you agree?” she teased. She squeezed me gently, and we continued to make out as she ground her pussy against my hip bone. Once she determined I was sufficiently erect, Donna threw her leg across my body and straddled me effortlessly. “You were on top last night, so now it’s my turn,” she said. Before I could object – not that it even occurred to me to do so – she had my cock all the way inside her pussy and was rocking back and forth on it with gusto. I reached up and tugged on her small nipples, which were like rock-hard cherries, and she worked her way into two very quick and enthusiastic orgasms.
Donna climbed off after her second orgasm but recognized I hadn’t had one. She teased me a bit with her tongue on the very tip of my cock, pushing my hands away as I tried (unsuccessfully) to engage her mouth more fully. “Be a good boy and put your hands behind your head,” she instructed, “or else I’ll leave you to take matters into your own hands.” At my age, I wasn’t sure how much cum I could muster, given the prodigious amount I’d pumped into her pussy just six or seven hours earlier, but any blow job was better than no blow job. [I think I read that saying needlepointed on a pillow, once.] Donna continued to tease my twitching cock, using only her tongue and resting her hands on either side of my body for balance. She must have toyed with me like this for 10 or 15 minutes before finally relenting and taking my dick all the way into her mouth. Her tongue action continued to be amazing as she bobbed her head up and down only slightly. Still, it was enough of a turn-on for me that I managed to ooze out a bit of cum as I orgasmed. Donna gave me a pretty smile, climbed off the couch, and said she was heading to the shower. “You could probably use one, too,” she insisted, so I joined her under a thin stream of warm water and soaped up her body as she returned the favor. We didn’t get into anything more sexual, but I truly enjoyed the mutual contact.

T climbed out of her bedroom about an hour later, already dressed for the day in a t-shirt and yoga pants. Donna and I were sitting on the couch, a respectable distance away from each other, as we watched a local TV news show. T greeted each of us with a kiss and then went into the kitchen to brew herself a cup of tea. Upon her return, she squeezed in between us and stretched out her legs so her feet rested on the coffee table. Looking at each of us in turn, she asked, “So, did you two have a nice morning fuck?” Before either of us could answer, though, she leaned over and kissed Donna on the mouth. “Thanks for taking one for the team,” she giggled. “You know I’m not into pre-noon dick.” I shot back, “I guess I'll set my alarm for 12:05 then.” T stuck out her tongue at me and said, “You’re leaving for St. Paul as soon as you get packed, and Donna will help me with my clothing once you leave.”

After that comeback, I had nothing more to say, so I placed my pjs and my shaving kit into my suitcase and headed for the door. T forestalled me as I passed through the kitchen and wrapped her arms around me in a sensuous hug. “I’ll see you on Friday, lover,” she breathed into my ear, and moments later I was in my car. My final, fleeting thought as I drove down Broadway toward the highway was, “Well, I think my tongue AND my cock can use the three-day break.”

I haven't heard nothing from her for weeks. Thought she probably just lost any interest in me, thats ok. A pitty but ok. And then, this mail, totally unexpected and out of the blue...there she is again, this strong, sexy confident woman - thank you!
"Last night I was rubbing my wet cunt dreaming of something naughty, I was fantasizing about showing up to your house, your mom would open the door and I’d ask for you. She would think I’m beautiful and wonder what I want with you. She would say your not home and with a seductive smile I’d ask If I can wait for you inside. We would sit and she would make me something like a tea or coffee. I notice her eyes keep admiring my figure, my large breasts peaking out of my dress, my long beautiful legs. I can tell she is thinking about us together wondering if I’m your lover. And she starts to ask, obviously her imagination running wild. I can see her cheeks blush. I tell her that I’m your lover from America and that I’m here to fuck her sons brains out. She’s shocked and aroused by how bold I am. She’s trying to hide how bad she want to see you and me together, how bad she wants me to fuck her too. I can see it she’s squirming in her chair and turning all red I know she’s getting wet for me. She gains her composure enough to pretend to be offended, so I apologize.”Im so sorry you’re right I should have offered myself to you first mam, it’s your house after all. Alex can wait.” I pull down my shirt exposing my pierced nipples and she gasps but can stop herself and reaches out to touch them. She’s nervous so I lead her to a comfortable couch, and strip for her and she starts to touch her breasts watching me still unsure. But I reach down and hold her to me and kiss her. I can feel her melt for me. I start to undress her and kiss her skin. I’m kissing all over her and telling her she’s beautiful as she starts letting out breathy sighs. I have her completely naked and I’m licking and fingering her pussy. And she’s screaming and moaning for me. I can tel she wants to cum. And she leans in and asked me to talk dirty to her she wants to know about how you fuck, what your cock looks like and I start to tell her. She’s melting on my fingers when I say this and her cunt starts squeezing me so tight. I say sometimes he called me mom when he cums for me. And hearing this make her cum. she squirts her cum all over my hand and thigh screaming her pleasure into my breasts.And then we notice you in the doorway cock out hard as a rock. I ask your mother if it’s ok for me to go to you and she nods. I grab you and lay you on the floor infront of her. I ask her if she wants to watch her son fuck me and she’s begging. I sit on top of you your cock not yet inside me with the tip of it on my clit. You’re so beautiful to me and I’m so happy to touch you finally. My cunt is so wet it’s dripping down your balls and ass crack. I start giving you all my attention taking dirty to you calling you a bad boy for being so hard in front of your mom. Im teasing you rubbing my pussy up and down your shaft. Finally I let you In side me and I’m so warm and tight and wet, you loose control. You flip me over and start fucking me hard. Your cock so deep in me and your mom watching spread open on the couch rubbing her pussy she’s so embarrassed and to horny to help her self. Your cock makes me cum over and over I’m screaming your name and your mom is cuming. It’s all to much and you climax deep into my pussy and I can feel you squirt you cum on my cervix. Your mom wants your cum to but she is afraid to ask you. So she come over to me and starts to eat my cummy pussy. Tasting us together, her tongue fucking your semen into me makes her cum harder than she’s ever cum before. And watching her eat your cum out of my pussy makes you so hot you cum again standing over us you hot cum splashes onto my tits and belly as your mothers tongue makes me cum again. Then I’d run her a bath and let her relax while I take you up to your room and play with you all night taking turns fucking each other’s holes until we are sore. Maybe then I’d fuck her again but this time hard in her cunt with a strap on. I like the idea of fucking you both like that. Making your mom call me daddy"

i lost my virginity to a guy before i did anything more than making out with a girl. it was with my best friend jake (not his real name) when we were teenagers during summer break.

my parents both worked during the day so i was home alone, and i knew jake was bi for a year or two and i kinda lusted after him a little bit. we were really close friends, and i'd had some bicurious thoughts and figured i'd try to see what was up.

we were just hanging out and playing n64 and watching tv until i busted out a porn tape from my dad's closet. we'd already watched them a couple times before but never did anything during it, just laughing and watching, but this time was different because we both had to keep adjusting ourselves on opposite ends of the couch. my mom was due home in an hour or so, so i knew nothing was going to happen, but then i noticed that jake had his dick in his hand and was hiding it under his shirt.

i went for broke and just went "hey, can i try something?" and put his cock in my mouth. i never sucked one before, but i used to be a bit more flexible than i am now and managed to reach my own once and knew what to expect. it tasted amazing, and he moaned a little, so i started sucking him like i saw the chicks in the movies do and cupping his balls. i look back and realize i was probably pretty awful, but we weren't that experienced yet, and the next thing i know i'm pulling his pants all the way down and taking mine off.

i stopped for a second and sat up, embarrassed, and we laughed a little bit. i said we could stop if he wanted and apologized, but then he just laughed and started jerking me off a little bit. i'd never felt anybody else's hand on me before and man i loved it, so i was shaking and breathing heavy, and we jerked each other off a little but neither of us came because i saw what time it was and it FLEW and my mom was due home any minute.

we both got dressed and i put the porno away and he kissed me and said he'd be over tomorrow around 10.

i was so nervous and anxious that i barely slept, and i woke up the next day with my stomach in knots. i had some cereal and took a shower, but then i threw up because i was so damn nervous! i had another bowl of cereal and some tea and then jake came over. we just hung out at first, but then he asked if i'd put porn on, so i found a different tape and threw it in, and we watched it and laughed and then he put his hand down my shorts.

we didn't kiss or anything, and he immediately started sucking my cock. i got so hard so quick and thought i was going to cum, so he stopped, and then i pulled his cock out and started sucking it myself. i licked his balls a little, too, and he walked over to my house on a bit of a hot day!

we 69'd for a minute or two, and i managed to slide my finger in his ass a little. he nearly gagged me when it went in because he thrusted forward so quick, and then told me "i want you to fuck me."

we didn't have lube, unfortunately, but there was a thing of my mom's hand lotion on a side table so i grabbed that. i'd used it to jerk off with a couple of times and figured it would help, and it certainly did because i slid into him pretty easily (and i'm not exactly tiny). he told me to wait for a minute and i did, because he was my best friend and i was hurting him, so i started to pull out after a minute and he told me to just fuck him.

i went gentle and light, just pacing myself a little and making sure he was okay, and i noticed he was tugging on his cock like mad. i want to say that i lasted for an hour, but i stopped because i didn't want to cum, and then i asked if he wanted to fuck me now. we got the lotion, and his cock was smaller than mine and thinner so i figured i'd be fine, but he hurt like a motherfucker! after a little bit of him fucking me, i asked him to stop because i couldn't take it anymore, telling him that it hurt too much and that i wouldn't ask to fuck him again because WOW it hurt, but he just looked at me and said "but i want you to."

how could i say no, right? more lotion, and i slid right back in, and was being gentle and light and slow but then he told me to fuck him and i sped up a little. i wasn't pounding away on him or anything, but i wasn't being too soft, and a few minutes later we were on our sides and he came all over his belly. i rubbed it in a little bit and tasted it (very bitter lol), and he asked me to stop after i got a little too rough and i pulled out and he asked me to cum in his mouth. i jerked off so hard and came so much into his mouth, and he even sucked me a little as i was doing it!

we caught our breath and cleaned up and got dressed, then we joked about the whole thing and agreed not to tell people, and the rest of the day was like a normal hangout session for us. video games, movies, snacks, blah blah blah.

we hooked up a few more times throughout high school and once or twice after, but then we had some stupid fight and didn't talk to each other until a few months ago. i can't lie and say that i haven't fantasized about doing it one more time, but i'm not sure if he'd be cool with that again. if we were hanging out by ourselves and he just happened to make a move, though? it would be like old times all over again.

Hi. here is my story.

Im 30 and work for a house clearence company. I went round to this house the other day and was met by a woman in her late 50s. she was shorter than me with a petite body, short greyish hair and whearing jogging trousers and a blue t-shirt.
after a short cuppa I started to load up my van when she came out and asked if I could move her piano for her. somehow she had managed to move this bloody thing to the hallway and get it wedged in a doorway. she wanted to get over it so climbed up and stradled it. "lucky piano." I said out loud. (I dont know why as I didnt realy fancy her.?)
She winked witha cheaky smile and climbed off the other side. we moved the piano to the other room and she offered me another cuppa. as a true British workman, I could not turn down a tea break.lol.
As I stood in the kitchen drinkin my drink she bent over to get some biscuits from the cupboard. I couldnt help but stare at her tight ass. She stood up straight and said. "I havent been looked at like that in a long time." I didnt know she had seen me checking her out. "if I where 20 years younger, Id have you." she said. "have me now if you want." I blurted.
with that, she was on her knees in front of me undoing my zipper. I took a deap breath as she took my cock in her mouth. For an old bird, she sure could suck. After a minute or so, I pulled her up from her knees and sat her on the work top. I laid her down and pulled off her joggers and granny pants only to see the most beautifull pussy I have seen in a long time. bald and very plump for such a little woman. I got to work and stuck my mouth around her pussy and licked her dripping sweet juices. FUCK ME SHE TASTED GOOD. It didnt take long for her to cum so I sat her up and removed her t-shirt and bra. her little tits where just the right size to pop in my mouth. I sucked on each tit as I played with her pussy. I picked her up and carried her to the table and sat her back down. her pussy was just in line with my cock so I moved in. "NO!" she yelled. "im sorry but I promised my late husband that I would nether have intercause with another man." "thats alright" I said as I flipped her on to her belly. " I bet you nether promised him you wouldnt do this." I spat on my hand and lubed up my cock. she gasped as I fed my cock in to her (VERY) tight ass. I moved in and out slowly to start with but got faster with every grown she made. I pounded her ass so fucking hard my balls started to hurt, but she fucking loved it. I came in her ass harder than I have ever cum in my life. her legs almost gave way when I pulled out. I pulled up my trousers as she quikly gavered up her clothes before running upstairs with them. I finished my cuppa (wasnt going to let it go to wast) and continued to load my van. the lady came back down stairs just as I had finished. she paid me with cach but hardly said a word or look my in the face. I gave her my card incase she needed anymore 'help' but she hasnt called yet.
I fucking love my job.

I confess!

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Paul and his daughter Jenny came to stay with me the summer of '04.

Paul was the same age as me, 35. He was forking money out hand over fist to pay his way through college. He had worked a myriad of under the table jobs, the most current being a poker dealer at a seedy card room downtown. The bank had forclosed on their landlord, forcing him to sell and forcing them out. I was letting them crash here until they found a new place.

Jenny was 6, she was always laughing, running, yelling, and just having an all around good time. She loved to go swimming in my pool, and loved to drag me around the house with her (I worked at home), watching Nickelodeon, having tea (I never settled for the imaginary kind, so I'd usually end up brewing a pot) or some other silly game.

Today it was truth or dare... Paul was listening as she suggested it and nearly spit out his coffee, then we looked at each other and burst out laughing.

"Where'd you learn about that?" I prodded.

"Hanna Montana!" she stated proudly.

Paul chuckled again and said shaking his head "Hanna Montana, I might have to re-evaluate that one... alright you two, dont have too much fun. I've got to head to work."

He picked up Jenny and kissed her goodbye. After setting her down he turned to me and said "Lets grab a beer tonight if I don't end up working too late."

"Its a plan, you're my wing man tonight, after Amaya." I replied. Last weekend I had helped him get in good with Amaya (which means 'night rain' in Japanese, or so she told us). She was our waitress at P.F. Changs. He ended up with her number before the food got to us.

"She called me last night, we're going out friday." he bragged.

"Awesome! Does she have a sister?" I asked with a smile.

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I had forgotten my obligation to play truth or dare and had settled into the sofa, and just as I grabbed the remote Jenny came bouncing in wearing her bathing suit, a cute little onepiece covered in frills and splashed mostly in pink with a rainbow of other colors to fill in the gaps.

"Let play truth or dare in the pool!" she said as she jumped in my lap, crushing my balls in the process and eliciting a grunt from me.

"Oh did I hurt you thingy?!" she giggled, as she ran out to the pool.

I walked gingerly to the bedroom to change, grumbling about the cons to living with a six year old kid. No respect for the balls.

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I performed a perfect sneak attack cannon ball, landing just behind her.

"Hey!" she cried, wiping water from her face and giveing me her signature pouty face. I loved that one.

She swam over to me and latched onto my neck, and looked me in the eyes. "Truth or dare?"

"Truth."

"Have you ever kissed a girl?"

"Of course! Have you?" I asked.

She giggled and said "Mom, Grandma, and Sally." Sally was her "bff". "Truth or dare?"

"Dare."

"I dare you to kiss me." she whispered. And I did. She suprised me with her tounge, and I pulled back to look at her. "Did I do something wrong?!" she asked.

"Not at all, that was nice. Truth or dare?"

"Truth."

"Do you want to do more than just kiss me?" I asked.

"Yes!" her nose was brushing against mine. "Truth or dare?"

"Dare."

"Touch me." she said.

"Really? Where?"

"Everywhere." Shocking words from a six year old. She sighed as I ran my hands over her body.

"Do you want to got to my room?" she nodded yes and hugged me tight as I swam us to the edge of the pool.

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She tore off her bathing suit as soon as we got inside, and I followed a dripping wet and naked child to my room. She jumped on my bed and turned to watch as I took off my swim trunks. "Its hard." she stated. I couldn't believe her understanding.

"Lie down." I instructed, taking the roll of the doctor. I sat next to her and ran my hand over her belly and down to her pussy, tweaking her baby sized clit.

"Oh!" she moaned. I spread her legs a little wider and probed her openings with my fingers.

"I'm going to kiss your pussy, its ten times better that a finger." I said with a smile.

"Ok." She spread her legs wider for my as I settled in. I drug my tounge in circles around and over her clit and down to her tight puckered butthole. The I suckled her sex and came away with pussy juice all over my lips. She was a hot one.

Her breathing had increased and I knew she was nearing orgasm. I dropped my tounge down to her anus again and started tugging on her clit. "It feels like I'm gonna pee!" she cried.

"Dont fight it, let it happen." I instructed. Continuing to munch on her pink rosebud. She started to shudder and tried to push me away, but I kept at it until she cried out. "Ugh! Oh Jeremy! Oh! I crawled up next to her and held her as her convulsions slowly died. "That was... nice. Oh my..."

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We cuddled for a while, then I got up and said "My turn honey! Do you know how to suck cock?" She shook her head no. "Ok, its easy. Come stand over here. Good, now wrap your hands around it like this." I guided her hands to my cock and showed her how to stroke it. "Ok thats the first half, now put your lips around the head." And she did.

"Like this?" she mumbled with a mouthfull of cock.

"Yep, move your mouth and hands together. Now suck like your drinking soda through a straw." She fell into a good rythm. I looked down at her tiny mouth streched over my cock, she made slurping sounds as she stroked up and down. Not thirty seconds in and I could feel my balls starting to boil. "Oh baby, that's so good! Faster!" She increased her speed, the dirty slurping noises coming at a frantic pace. I was ready, "I'm gonna come! Close your eyes and open your mouth." I commanded, pulling my cock from her mouth and spraying sticky ropes of cum on her nose, her eye and eyebrow, one from chin to ear, and a final one over her lips and tounge. She started giggling and I giggled along with her.

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Later when Paul called, Jenny answered. "How was truth or dare?!" he inquired.

"Oh, we never ended up playing, we watched Nick instead." she lied.

I was gonna enjoy my summer.

I confess, a friend is staying with me for a while, I am sixty-four she is 32 stands about 4`10 and 105 she knows I want to eat her pussy, and she is very well aware that I want to bury my cock deep inside her hot little body. So we had ben smoking meth all day and she had been making me hard all day as well, will I walked into the room she was bent over picking something up, that perfect, round tight ass was up in the air and a sexy little g-string was looking me right in the face, I couldn't take it anymore, with one hand rubbing my cock I started looking for it, found it ! Yes, i found a mild sedative, made a couple cups of tea. As I drank that cup, we talked, I looked at her firm round tits and smiled knowing in half an hour I could be sucking on those titties.I watched as she grew tired yawning, and with difficulty keeping her eyes open, I went over to where she put her dirty laundry, I pulled that g-string out and went to sit down across from her, with balled up g-string I sat sniffing them through my hand, heavenly I thought as I enjoyed her scent, just then she stood and made her way to the kitchen, when she returned, I let the panties fall, so she could see them, I held just the tag and put them up to cover my mouth and nose as she looked right at me, it didn't register. honey , I said earlier you asked me to give you a back rub, how bout we get started as I helped her up, as I guided her towards the guest room and bed I unbuttoned her top, there you go honey, lay down, I took this min. to slip out of my pants. now off with my shirt, i poured some oil on her back as I started in on her neck, she moaned as I worked her flesh my now erect cock resting on her sweet ass, over the next hour I worked my way down to her hips, I leaned over and whispered in her hear , it would be much better if she took her pants off as I pressed my throbbing cock into the crack of her ass, as my hands slipped under her she will fully raise her body giving me access to her belt and zipper now, this goddess lay naked under me , I started working her calf mussels quickly moving up to inner thigh, as I worked those mussels she opened her legs wider. Gawd her skin felt so good on my balls as I rubbed against her, I was humping her fucking leg yes! that pussy I wanted for so long was open and just inches from my stiff cock, and in fucking her leg like a dog, you know what, I kept humping her leg shooting my cum across her twat and belly and thinking yes I have plenty of time to fuck all her holes, I just started with her leg.