The Dating Game by RLM

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Denise:  High School Days:

  Denise Lamper was bubbling over with excitement as she entered
Lincoln Memorial High School as a student for the first time.  At
16, she was just beginning her sophomore year.  After spending
nine years with the "children" in grade and junior-high school,
she was finally one of the "older kids", the ones that everyone
in the ninth grade or below envied.  Although she had had some
"dates" with younger boys when she reached the eighth and ninth
grades, they had been so immature, it was difficult for her to
even think of them as real dates.  They seemed much more like
going to the movies with her brother.  But now that she was a
high-school student, she was eagerly awaiting her first real
date.

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  As I walked down the hallway toward my locker, I couldn't help
but be aware of the attention the older boys were paying me. 
Their eyes were locking onto my bouncing breasts as I approached
and then taking in the rest of my figure as I got closer. 
Finally, they even spent some time looking at my face.

  It really didn't surprise me that I was attracting a lot of
attention even though I was only 16.  Like most girls, I had
spent a lot of time grooming my long, blond hair that descended
past my shoulders and learning to apply just the right amount and
shade of makeup to my clear, brown eyes.   I also knew that my
34C-25-32 figure made me look as old and mature as some of the
senior girls.  I couldn't wait until my breasts and figure
fleshed out still more.  I just hoped that I would eventually
look as voluptuous as my mom did.

  When one of the junior, or maybe senior, boys stopped and asked
me if I needed any help in finding my way around, I could feel my
virginal pussy become wet in a very non-virginal way.  He was so
handsome!   And even through his warm smile, I could almost feel
his masculine arousal and lust as he checked out my tits.

  "Thank you.  I could use some help," I said even though it was
a lie.  "Do you know where locker No. 1834 is?"

  "No problem.  It's down the hall a little further.  Come on. 
I'll show you.  I'm Mark Havermeyer.  You must be new cause
there's no way I wouldn't have noticed you if you weren't."

  I caught my breath at the same time as my pussy gushed and got
even wetter.  With Mark's eyes openly scanning my body and then
my face, I was getting really excited.  I wondered if he knew the
effect he was having on me.  "Why?  Is there something wrong with
me?"  I replied.

  "Wrong?  Hell no!  You're just so gorgeous that I would have
noticed you immediately.  So you have to be a new student. 
Right?" he asked with a smile.

  Not having had any experience in handling handsome, sexy guys
who were checking me out and telling me that I'm gorgeous, I just
stammered, "Yes... I'm new.  I'm just a sophomore.  My name's
Denise... Denise Lamper."  As soon as the words were out of my
mouth, I wished I could take them back and substitute something
more mature and seductive.

  "Really?  You're just a sophomore?  That's hard to believe.  I
thought you were transfer student and a senior... or at least a
junior."

  Still at a loss as to what to say, I just repeated my previous
dumb statement.  "Well, I'm not.  I'm just a sophomore."

  "Well, I'm amazed.  Don't see sophomores like you very often,
if ever."

  "Why do you say that?  I look like most of the other sophomore
girls here."  I was much more pleased with that answer than I had
been with my other two.

  "No way, Jose!  No Way!"  Mark leaned closer and whispered,
"Just look down at your chest and then check out the other
sophomore girls.  That's not like any sophomore rack I've ever
seen before.  For that matter, it's better than a lot of the
senior girls have."

  My sudden intake of breath was easily audible.  At the same
time, I blushed a deep red as my pussy throbbed wetting my
panties even more.  I knew that Mark had not missed my gasp or
the flush that had spread all over my face, I just hoped he
wasn't able to detect the musky aroma from between my legs.  He
smiled warmly, which was reassuring, but his eyes continued to
enjoy my cleavage.

  When my silence made it obvious that I didn't know what to say
or how to respond, Mark grinned and asked, "Are you already
taken, Denise?  Do you have a steady boyfriend?"

  I knew how to answer that.  "No.  In fact, I haven't even had a
real date in high school yet."

  "Well, in one way, I'm sorry to hear that, but in another way,
I'm delighted.  The high school has a party... sort of a mixer...
 for the new students the first weekend after school starts.  I
love to take you and end your dateless streak on your first day
in high school.  Ok?"

  "I'm only 16," I again stammered.

  "I just turned 18.  Don't you like to date older guys?"

  "I'd love to go to the mixer with you, Mark."

  "Great!  Write your address and phone number down and let me
have it.  I'll pick you up at 7 PM.  The mixer starts at 7:15 PM.
 We've still got 15 minutes before classes start.  Let's have a
coke at the snack bar so I can stare at you some more."

  I nodded, Mark offered me his arm, and I took it.  He sort of
conducted a guided tour of the school on our way to the snack
bar, but I hardly heard a word he was saying.  All my brain could
think about was the sexy, handsome guy who had just asked me out
on my first real date and also about my now pulsing clitoris and
wet pussy.

  When we were sipping our cokes and sharing a bag of chips, I
said, "I live a ways from school, Mark.  I can have my Dad drive
me and meet you here, if you like."

  "Why bother your dad?  I'll be by to pick you up at 7 PM.  I
have my own car."

  "Wow!  You do.  How?"

  "A birthday present on the 18th birthday from my parents.  It's
not new, but it runs and it's nice.  Has a very comfortable back
seat too," he said with a grin.  My panties were almost a swamp
by this time.

  "What should I wear?"

  "What you have on is fine.  Just don't dress formal.  It's just
a casual mixer.  Some of the teachers will be there as chaperons.
 I thought we could mingle.  I'll introduce to you some of the
other students, and then whisk you away for a snack.  And
afterward that...."

  "Yes?" I asked eagerly unable to keep the excitement out of my
voice.

  Mark leaned across the table and whispered, "Do you court,
Denise?

  "I've kissed a few boys," I whispered back.

  "I'd like to kiss you, Denise.  A lot.  Would you like that?"

  I was so turned on and excited all I could do was moan softly
and nod my head.

  "Good.  We'll drive out to the lake and park.  I can't wait to
hold you close and kiss you."

  By the time I got to my first class, I could easily smell the
musky aroma coming from between my legs.

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  That evening at the dinner table with my parents and my younger
brother, I could hardly sit still long enough to eat I was still
so excited about Mark asking me out on a date. Naturally, my
brother and Dad were oblivious to my excitement, but not my Mom.
She kept glancing over at me all through the meal but didn't say
word.

  After dinner was over and Mom and I were clearing the table,
doing up the dishes, and putting away the leftovers, she grinned
and said, "Ok.  Let's have it.  Tell me the details."

  "About what?" I said pretending ignorance.

  "Listen, young lady.  You know and I know that your dad and
brother are about as sensitive to subtle cues given off by women
as tree stumps, but that doesn't apply to another woman.  You're
so hyper I thought you might jump out of your chair.  When a
16-year old girl gets that excited, it has to be a boy.  So, tell
me about him."

  "Oh god, Mom.  You won't believe it but I had just entered the
high school for the first time... I hadn't even located my locker
yet... and this gorgeous hunk stops me asks if he can help me
find anything.  I knew perfectly well where my locker was but I
didn't want him just walking away, so I asked him to help me find
it.  He sort of took me on a guided tour of the school before
showing me my locker."

  "This hunk got a name, Denise?"

  "Of course he has a name.  It's Mark... Mark Havermeyer."

  "Mark Havermeyer?  Doris and George Havermeyer's son?  Isn't he
a senior?"

  "Yeah.  That's him.  He is a senior, and he's the starting
halfback on the varsity football team."

  "Ok.  So why are you so excited that this sexy hunk helped you
find your locker?"

  "Oh god, Mom.  After he showed me my locker, we talked for
awhile.  He thought I was transfer student and a senior!"

  "Really, and why did he think that?"

  "He said he knew I was new in the school otherwise he would
have noticed me last year I was so gorgeous.  He really did tell
me that he thought I was gorgeous and he couldn't believe that I
was just a sophomore."

  "Why not?"

  "I asked him the same question, Mom.  And he said because I
didn't look like any sophomore he had ever seen.  That didn't
make any sense to me so I told him that I looked like most of the
other sophomore girls in school.  You won't believe what he told
me after I said that, Mom."

  "I'm your mother, Denise, and believe it or not, I was once 16
and a sophomore in high school too.  I'm not only sure I'll
believe you, but I'm also almost certain I could guess what he
said.  But go on... tell me.  What did Mark say?"

  At this point, I looked around to be certain that my brother
Andy and Dad were not within earshot.   When I saw that they
weren't I replied, "Mark told me to look down at my chest and
then check out the other sophomore girls in school.  Then he
added, 'That's not like any sophomore rack I've ever seen before.
 For that matter, it's better than a lot of the senior girls
have.'   I practically melted right there, Mom.  You're not mad
at me, are you?"

  "It would be very hypocritical for me to mad at you, Honey,
when I used to get just as excited as you are when the boys in
school would go ape over my ... eh.... over my 'rack', as Mark
put it.  The women in our family are just blessed with really big
tits.  Besides that, if you were wearing that top, you were
showing a lot of cleavage.  So, that's it?  My daughter's hyper
and excited because her rack turned a sexy hunk on?"

  "That's part of it.  The biggest part though is Mark asked me
out on a date this coming weekend... to the high school mixer
Saturday night at the Best Western hotel."  I saw my Mom's eyes
open wider at that.  "I really want to go, Mom.  I told him I
would.  I hope that's all right.  It's being chaperoned by some
of the school faculty, and it's my first real date!"

  "I know it is, Honey, and I understand how important it is to
you.  I vividly remember my first date as a sophomore in high
school.  But this is a lot more now than just you turning a guy
on with some cleavage.   I think you and I had better take a
little drive so we can have some privacy.  There are some things
that we need to discuss... woman to woman ... without any men
around to hear us.  Ok?"

  "Sure.  But I do know about the birds and the bees, Mom."

  "I know you do.  But there are some things I know that you
don't.  Is it all right with you if we talk in private for
awhile.  Just between the two of us.  No one else will know. 
I'll tell Wayne and Andy that we're going to the mall to do a
little shopping."

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  "Where are we going?" I asked when we were in the car and Mom
was driving some where.

  "I thought we'd drive out to Lakeside park and chat while we
take a walk around the lake.  That Ok?"

  "Oh yes... that's fine, Mom."   I was on pins and needles all
the way to the lake.  Just the thought that my mother was going
to talk to me about my date with Mark.  It didn't take a genius
to figure out that she was going to talk to me about sex with
him.   My clit was tingling in anticipation.

  "Before we get there, I need to ask you some personal questions
so I can judge what I should be telling you.  Are you cool with
that?"

  "I am if you'll let me ask you some too."

  Mom grinned and said, "I figured you'd say something like that.
 But that's fair.  Ok.  It's a deal.  Are you still a virgin,
Denise?"

  "Yes... still intact, Mom."

  "Really? I thought you were probably still a virgin, but I
didn't think your hymen would still be intact."

  "Why not if I haven't had sex with a boy?"

  "Because, Honey, I know you masturbate, and I've seen your
vibrator.  It's pretty big."

  I couldn't keep from blushing.  "How do you know that I
masturbate, Mom?"

  "I can hear you at night in your bedroom moaning, and the bed
springs squeak, you know.  But there's no need for you to be
embarrassed, Denise.  It's perfectly natural, particularly when
you don't have a steady guy with whom you're having sex.  And on
a few occasions, you've forgotten and left your vibrator on the
bed or dresser.  I've put it away for you so Andy wouldn't see it
and tease you about it.  Anyway, if you're using a vibe, your
hymen is not going to be intact, Honey."

  "I don't put it inside my pussy, Mom.  I just use it against my
clit.  That really makes me cum hard!"

  Mom laughed, and said with a grin, "It does, doesn't it."

  "Do you still masturbate, Mom?" I asked suddenly.  Now it was
her turn to blush.  I started to tell her that there was no need
to be embarrassed as it was perfectly natural, but I had the good
sense to keep my mouth shut.

  "Yes, I do.  Sometimes when your Dad's out of town for several
days, I do it."

  "What about when he's not out of town?"

  "That's awfully personal, Denise!"

  "You agreed, Mom.  But we can stop if you want to."

  "No... You're right.  I did agree.  The answer is yes... I
sometimes do it even when Wayne's in town.  Your Dad's a great
lover, but even the best lover can't do what a vibrator can do
when it's pressed against a clitoris."  We both grinned at each
other.

  When we were walking around the lake, Mom asked, "Have you had
any sexual experiences with boys yet?"  she asked me.

  "I've kissed several and one or two of them have felt my tits,
but that's about all."

  "Well, Mark's a senior, and he's had a lot of dates with girls
older than you, and you already know how handsome and sexy he is.
 That means he knows his way around a girl's body and knows what
turns her on big time.  If you go out with him next Saturday and
let him park somewhere and make out with you, he's going to do a
lot more than just kiss you and cop a feel of your tits.  You
need to be ready for that and know how to handle it... that is,
unless you intend to give up your virginity and start having sex
at 16.  Do you?"

  "No!  I'm really not ready for that.  I absolutely don't want
to have sex with him."

  "Good.  I think that's a very wise decision."

  "How should I handle it, Mom?"

  "I'm coming to that.  Before that, you need to know that boys
talk about what they've done with the girls they've dated.  If
you were to have sex with Mark next Saturday night, you can be
100% certain that every boy in school and most of the girls would
know it before the following Wednesday.  After that, you'll be
getting dozens of requests for dates from guys who want to have
sex with you too."

  "That would be horribly embarrassing, Mom."

  "It would be.  That's why I'm telling you this.  But let me
finish.  If next Saturday, you refuse to allow Mark to do
anything other than kiss you, every guy in school is going to
know that too by the following Wednesday.  In that case, you
would get very, very few requests for dates in the future... 
either from Mark or any of the other boys.  A few might ask you
out just to see if they could get any further than Mark did, but
if they also failed, requests for dates would pretty much dry
up."

  "That would awful too!  So what am I supposed to do, Mom?"

  "You play the dating game, Honey."

  "The dating game?  What's that?  What do you mean?"

  "The idea is do just enough with your date to make it fun for
him and also fun for you, but not enough to put either of you at
risk of an unwanted pregnancy, a soiled reputation, or getting
you too deeply involved with each other before you're ready for
such a commitment.  The best way to do this is talk frankly and
openly to your boyfriend and let him know up front what you're
willing to do, what you may be willing to do at a later date if
you really like him, and what you will absolutely not do.  Make
it clear that if he's not willing to accept your limitations, he
needs to find another girl friend.  Understand?"

  "Sort of.  But what if he demands things I don't want to do?"

  "Then tell him nicely that you understand, but you also tell
him to take you home and don't... repeat... DON'T give in.  Just
keep one thing firmly in mind... guys have an enormous sex
drive... it practically dominates every thing they do.  Because
of that, a girl  can always find another boy friend or boy
friends, if she wants.  It's harder for a guy.  If you're not
dating Mark, there will be several other guys interested.

  "How far should I let him go, Mom?"

  "Not far on the first date.  I would suggest kissing only. 
When he puts his hand on your tits... and he will... move it
away.  Tell him sweetly that it's too soon for that.  But when
you kiss him, do in a way that you will both enjoy it.  Open your
mouth... keep you lips pressed against his until he pulls away. 
When he inserts his tongue, flick it with yours but don't do it
him.  Save that for the third or fourth date.  That's the dating
game, Honey."

  "I've talked about sex and guys with all my girl friends, Mom,
and none of their moms have told them any of these things.  All
they do is warn them not to get pregnant.  Did you play the
dating game when you were in high school."

  "Honey," Mom said with a laugh, "I was, and still am, a grand
master dating game champion.  I had guys begging me for dates,
and we had a fantastic time making out, but when I married your
dad, I was a virgin.  When you can keep they guys hot and hard
but still remain a virgin, you've mastered the dating game."

  "What's the most you ever did with your dates, Mom?  How far
did you let some of them go?"

  "If I really like a guy and dated him for several months, we
would eventually masturbate each other.  With two guys whom I
dated a long time and really liked, I gave him oral sex and let
him do it to me.  One of those two guys was your father."

  "When you doing oral sex with Dad, did he try to fuck you?"

  "Of course he did.  I would have been furious with him if he
hadn't tried.  A man is supposed to try, but he's also supposed
to take 'no' for an answer.   But taking no for an answer doesn't
mean he can't try again," Mom said with a big grin.  "And I can
tell you, Honey, your father never quit trying.  He's a fantastic
lover.  I just hope you get one as good."

  "What about after you were married?  Can I ask that?"

  "Sure.  That's also part of the dating game, Denise.  After we
were married, I never said no again unless I was sick.  Even
then, I rarely said no because your father is a very caring,
sensitive man.  He doesn't ask when I'm sick."

  "But you said you still masturbate?  If Dad's a fantastic
lover, why do you have to do that?"

  "Because, my precocious young daughter, your father loves to
watch me do it."

  "Oh my god!  You do it in front of him??!!"

  "Honey, the dating game doesn't end when you get married.  Your
father still gets hard when I flirt with him.  Now, let's head
back to our men before they think we're out picking up guys."

  We were about halfway home before I asked, "Have you ever done
that, Mom?  Pick up a guy, I mean?"

  Mom was smiling when she said, "That information is on a
'need-to-know' basis only, Honey."

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  For my first date with Mark, I wore a black top that showed a
little cleavage... not too much but I thought it was enough to
make him want to see more.  I had a denim mini-skirt and
knee-high black boots that I thought looked really great with my
black top, but the skirt was pretty short.  I decided to ask my
personal grandmaster of the dating game for her advice.  After
putting everything on, I called Mom on her cell and asked her to
come up to my bedroom.

  When she entered, she stopped in the doorway and said, "Wow! 
You look terrific, Denise!  What did you want?"

  "You just told me the answer to what I wanted to know.  I was
worried that my skirt was too short even with the knee-high
boots.  I decided to ask you if you thought I should wear
something else.  Should I?"

  "Are you uncomfortable wearing the mini skirt, Honey?"

  "No.  I feel really sexy and sort of grown up, but maybe it's
too much.  Is it?  Would you wear it on your first real date?"

  "In a lightning stroke, Honey.  In a lightning stroke.  It's
really perfect... a little cleavage... not too much ... but
enough to let Mark know that all sorts of hidden delights lie
beneath.  You are wearing panties under the skirt, aren't you?"

  "Of course, Mom.  The skirt's way too short to go without
panties."  That brought a grin to my mother's face.  "It is too
short to go without panties, isn't it?"

  "Much further along into the dating game, it's not too short...
in fact, it's just right, to forget about the panties, but at
this stage... yes, it's too short to wear without panties.  But
with them, it's perfect.  Shows some of your very attractive
legs.  But remember to be careful how you sit down and how you
get up, and when you're seated, keep your legs crossed or your
knees pressed together.  But I'm sure you know all that.  You
look terrific, Denise... really terrific."

  "Do you think Dad will think so?"

  "Dad?  Of course not.  He'll tell you the skirt is too short
and the top shows too much of your breasts."

  "So what do I do?"

  "Simple, don't come down stairs until Mark arrives and then
leave quickly."

  "But Dad will be furious when I come home.  I'll be grounded
for a month."

  "No you won't.  Your dad really likes sleeping with me, Honey.
So, after you leave, I'll make him an offer that he can't
refuse."

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  Mark rang our doorbell about two hours later.  Mom let him in
and a minute later, I rushed down the stairs to be greeted by a
surprised stare from Andy, by a disapproving stare from Dad, and
by a lustful one from Mark.

  "How do I look, Mark.  Is this Ok for the mixer tonight?"

  "Oh yeah... Man!  You look great, Denise.  Shall we go?"

  "I'm ready," I grinned, hoping I had said it so that there was
just a hint that I might be ready in more ways than one.

  Mark held the door open for me, but just before we left, my mom
said, "Have fun you two, but Mark, please have our daughter home
before midnight."

  "I will, Mrs. Lamper.  Promise.  Good night, Mr. Lamper."   I
pulled my date through the doorway before my Dad decided to say
something.

  As soon as we were walking toward the car, Mark said, "Wow! 
Gawd!  You look awesome, Denise."

  I was beaming with pleasure when I replied, "I was hoping you
would like it.  My Mom assured me that you would."

  "Really?  She really said that?"

  "Almost word for word.  Come on.  Let's go to the party.

  When Mark parked the car at the Best Western's parking lot, I
quickly adjusted my top before getting out and joining him.  As
soon as we were close enough to the lighted front entryway to the
hotel, he stopped dead in his tracks staring at my tits, which
were now far more exposed than they had been when I had met him
at my house.

  "Too much?" I asked.  "Should I cover them up a little more...
like they were back at the house?"

  "No!  NO!  God NO!" he yelled.  "Jezz... let's just forget the
mixer and go out to the lake."

  "I guess it is too much.  Just a moment," I said as I adjusted
my top so that a lot less of my tits were exposed.  Mark moaned
in disappointment.  "That's probably more appropriate.  Come on.
Let's go to the party."

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  All though the party, Mark kept staring at my cleavage and
legs, but he wasn't the only one.   As soon as Mark introduced to
me to a guy, his eyes would lock onto my tits trying to his best
to see through my top and bra.  Even some of the guys I had never
seen before were checking me out.

  Mark was clearly wild to get me alone.  That thought and all
the attention I was getting from the other guys had my panties
wet.  If I spread my legs just a little, I could detect the musky
scent of my aroused pussy.

  Finally, Mark couldn't stand it any longer.  "We've been here a
couple of hours, Denise.  What do you say we go somewhere for a
burger and a cock?"  I just couldn't keep from giggling.

  "What's so funny?" Mark asked.   I didn't have the heart to
tell him.

  "Nothing.  I was just pleased that you're so anxious.  A burger
and a coke sounds good.  Let's go."

  We stopped at a Sonic Drive-In and each ordered a burger and a
coke.  All the time, we were eating, Mark was staring at my
thighs and tits.  When we reached the lake, Mark parked on a
bluff overlooking the east end of the lake.  He turned toward me,
and I moved into his arms.  As his lips pressed against mine, I
slowly opened my mouth.  He didn't need any more invitation than
that to slip his tongue deep inside where it caressed mine. Our
tongues flicked together several times before Mark began
thrusting his back and forth, essentially mouth fucking me with
his tongue.

  During the half hour we courted and kissed, Mark's hand
repeatedly moved to my breasts, and each time, I would pull his
hand away.  Next, his hands were on my legs moving higher and
higher.  When he reached my hem of my skirt, I clamped my hand
over his and pulled back breaking our kiss.
  "Mark, I really like kissing you, but you have to keep your
hands off my legs and breasts.  This is our first date and that's
further than I'm willing to go."

  "How about on our second date, Denise?"

  "Probably not that soon.
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  Our second date in the middle of the week to go to a movie went
pretty much the same way our first date had.  Mark was so
disappointed that I wasn't sure he would ask me out again, but he
did.

  On our third date, I began returning his French kisses.  The
first time, I pushed my tongue inside his mouth as our lips
ground together, I felt his cock getting hard against my thigh. 
When it throbbed against me, a small moan escaped my lips.

  "You can feel me throbbing, can't you, Denise," he whispered in
my ear.

  "Yes... Oh yess.  It feels so hard."

  "It is... feel me.  See how hard you've gotten me."   Mark
didn't wait for me decide.  He just pulled my hand to his crotch
and pressed it against his rigid shaft.

  "OOohhh... it's big," I moaned.  I squeezed it bringing a hot
groan of pleasure from Mark.

  "Take it out, Denise.  Take it out and stroke it."

  I knew Mark wanted me to jerk him off ... or suck it, but
somehow I managed to pull my hand away.  "No.  I don't want to go
that far yet," I groaned, but I did love feeling you."

  "Let me feel you.  Please," he pleaded, but I shook my head.

  After that date, I was feeling and rubbing his cock through his
pants regularly, but It was our sixth date before I let Mark feel
my tits and thighs.  The first time I let him play with my tits
through my bra, I had my hand wrapped around his dick.  I
couldn't believe how big and hard it got.

  For the next four dates, he was begging me to let him take my
tits out.  By the time we had been a steady couple for almost two
months, I wanted him to take my tits out as much has he wanted to
do it.  His parents were out of town for the weekend, so we were
making out in his den rather than in the cramped confines of his
car.  After French kissing for several minutes and letting him
caress my tits through my blouse and bra, I wrapped my hand
around his throbbing cock, stroked it a few times through his
pants, and whispered.

  "Take them out, Mark.  Take my tits out and suck my nipples. 
I'm so hot feeling your big cock.  Hurry."

  He fumbled getting my blouse off and struggled even more to
unhook my bra in the back, but after I helped him a little, he
had me naked from the waist up.  For the next 15 minutes, he
hefted, squeezed, fondled, and sucked my tits.  He didn't know
it, but my clit was swollen and erect.  Every time he sucked hard
on my nipples, my vagina and clit both contracted in a hard
spasm.  A few minutes of that was more than enough to make me
cum.  My body went rigid for 10 seconds and then shuddered and
shook as the spasms rippled through my pussy.

  "AAAaaaahhhhh...  mmmmmmmm... ohhhhh yesssss!"

  "Did you cum, Denise?"

  "MMMmmmmmm... oouuuuuu....!"

  "Did you?"

  "Ooohhh yesss... really hard."

  "I'm about to cum in my pants.  Please... I don't make me do it
that way, Denise.  Take it out and jerk me off.  You got to
cum... let me... please."

  "I'll take it out, Mark, but you have to jerk it yourself."

  "If I jerk it myself, you have to let me shoot it in your
mouth.  Either jerk me off or let me shoot in your mouth."

  "Which would you prefer, Mark?   Me jerking you off on to the
floor or onto your chest or you jerking yourself and shooting
your load into my open mouth?  Go on, Honey.  Choose."

  "Will you promise to leave your tits out and to keep your mouth
wide open with your tongue out the entire time and not pull away
until I'm finished cumming?"

  "I promise, but you can't put your cock inside my mouth... not
even the head.  Would you like for me to swallow too?"

  "Would you?"

  "Whatever you can shoot in, I'll swallow, but not the part that
misses.  Deal?"

  "Oh hell yes!  But I want you to take off my pants and shorts."

  "You mean you want me to open your belt... like this?"

  "OOOhhhhh yes!  Hurry, Denise!"

  "And pull down your zipper and then your pants and briefs... 
like this?"

  "Oh Fuck YES!"

  "Wow!  You are hard... really HARD!  You're gonna shoot a huge
load, aren't you?"

  "Kneel in front of me, Denise.  Hurry.   I'm about to explode!"

  I knelt in front of Mark.  His cock was rock-hard.  The head
was purple and swollen.  God!  I knew he was gonna drench me.  I
just hoped I wouldn't choke.  Tilting my head back, I hissed,
"Shoot it in, Baby.  Fill my mouth with your big load!"  As soon
as I had opened my mouth and extended my tongue, Mark moved
closer and began to fist his cock... pumping it.  He didn't
actually put the head inside my mouth, but he got very, very
close.

  He jacked it... it throbbed... he stopped and waited a
moment...  he jacked it several times... fast.   The big head
pulsed.  He stopped.  Waited and then pumped it again.  I knew he
was jacking himself right to the point of climax and then
stopping to increase the force and size of his load.

  "OOohhh FUCK!  HERE IT COMES!"  Mark's load just erupted from
the head of his cock.  The first spurt was high and mainly
splattered over my cheeks and nose.  He quickly corrected his
aim, grunted, and fired the second gush straight into my open
mouth.

  "AAHHHH FUCK!  SHOOTING IT INNNNNNN!!"

  The third huge spurt was larger and more powerful then either
of the first two.  It  blasted out of the end of Mark's cock and
shot over my head and splattered against my forehead.   That
spurt was followed rapidly by two more that hit my mouth hole
dead center and splashed against the back of my mouth.  Three
more jets followed but they were weaker and only one reached my
extended tongue.

  When his dick stopped shooting, he shook the last drops onto my
tongue and said, "Swallow it, Denise.  Like you promised."

  Using my fingers, I scooped up the drops of semen that still
coated my lips and wiped them on my tongue.  Slowly, I pulled my
tongue back inside my mouth and sloshed the load around keeping
my mouth wide open so he could see it.  His dick jerked again at
the erotic sight.  Finally, I closed my mouth, smiled, and
swallowed.  The thick, salty fluid slid smoothly down my throat
into my belly.

  Mark's cock was still semi-hard and jerking when I stood up,
pressed my tits into his chest, and gave him a big, open-mouthed
French kiss.   He tried to pull back, but I had my hands around
the back of his head and my lips locked firmly onto his.  After a
brief struggle, he gave up and we shared the remains of his load
between us.

  "Let me see your pussy, Denise.  I won't even touch it.  Just
let me see it.  Please."

  Grinning, I pulled my top over my head and tossed it onto the
floor.  Leaning back on the couch, I raised my hips,  "Well? 
Aren't you even going to help your girlfriend get her skirt off?"

  "Oh Yeah!" Mark yelled as the two of us pulled my tight
mini-skirt over my hips and down my legs.  Mark tossed it onto
the floor beside my top.  Except for my black panties and heels,
I was naked.  Slowly, I opened my legs letting my right one drape
over his thigh.  When my legs were wide open, I leaned against
the back of the couch and let him stare at my pantie-covered
pussy."

  "I don't think I should take off my panties, Mark.  I'm sorry,
but I just can't take off my panties for you yet."

  I had expected my boyfriend to protest in no uncertain terms. 
Instead, he just said,  "That's Ok.  I understand.  It's not
going to be a problem."

  I was shocked, and more than a little disappointed.  Although I
loved teasing him and playing the dating game, I really wanted
him to see my pussy.  Without even thinking, I asked, "Why isn't
it going to be a problem, Mark?"

  "Because I'm going to see your pussy whether you take off your
panties or not, Denise."

  "But I don't want you to see my pussy, Mark."

  "That's too bad because I'm going to pull those panties aside
and see it... right now!"

  "Wouldn't you rather see my cunt, Honey?"

  "Oh yeah!"

  "Then, I guess you'd better pull my panties aside."

  "Oh god.  Can I touch it, Denise?"

  "Nope.  Not yet.  Soon, but not yet.  But you can look as long
as you like, Mark."

  Mark went back to kissing me and playing with my tits.  For the
next half hour, he kept my legs spread with my panties pulled
aside while he sucked and twisted my nipples.  After 15 minutes,
he had me thrusting my ass up off the couch.  Five minutes after
that, I was pumping my cunt up and down in obvious fuck motions,
but still he wouldn't touch it.  He just sucked my nipples even
harder while squeezing and tugging on the one not in his mouth. 
Even when my cunt was throbbing in a hard climax with my clit
pulsing and my vagina opening and closing spastic contractions,
he still didn't touch it.

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  It was another month before I allowed Mark to touch my pussy. 
I still would let him masturbated me.  But a week later when I
finally let him persuade me to jerk him off, I did let his him
get his fingers on my clit, but not inside my pussy.

  "Why can't I finger fuck you?" he complained.

  "Because you'd probably rupture my hymen and that stays intact
until I'm married, Mark."

  "You're telling me that we're never going to fuck?  No mater
long we date?"

  Eventually, we can have oral sex.  I'll suck you off and let
you cum in my mouth, and you can lick my clit until you make me
scream, but we won't fuck ... that is, we won't unless by some
chance we end up getting married."

  It was a couple of weeks before Mark asked me for another date.
 "Are you sure you still want to go out with me knowing that I'm
not going to let you fuck me?"  I asked.

  "Yeah.  I do.  So... is it a date?"

  "Yes, it's a date, but I'm surprised.  I thought you were so
mad you'd wouldn't ask me out again."

  "I didn't think I would either, but then I got to thinking
about what you said.  Maybe I will never get to fuck your pussy,
but if we can have oral sex eventually, I'll certainly get to
fuck your hot mouth, Denise.  So you still want to date me
knowing that I intend to fuck your mouth sooner or later?"

  "If you're going to fuck my mouth with that big cock of yours,
I guess I better learn to deep throat a cock cause that's the
only way you'll be able to get all of that thing into my mouth."

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  During the next two months, Mark tried on every date to get his
cock into my mouth.  When that failed, he pulled out all the
stops trying to get his tongue into my pussy and onto my clit. 
He never succeeded, but he did get me so hot that as soon as I
was back in the privacy of my own bedroom, I had my fingers in my
pussy and on my clit getting myself.  Usually, once wasn't
enough.  Some nights, I was so turned on that I ended up finger
fucking myself three or four times before I could get to sleep.

  After one such Saturday night, I was helping Mom get the
breakfast ready when she said, "I think you must be becoming as
much of an expert at playing the dating game as I am, Denise."

  "Maybe, but why do you think so?"

  Mom giggled and then looked around to be certain we were alone
before replying, "Because I can hear you moaning in your bedroom
as you masturbate, Honey.  I think you had to do it three or four
times last night before you could get to sleep.  If you were
letting Mark fuck you, I doubt that you'd be getting yourself
off."

  "Oh god, Mom.  I didn't know you could hear me.  I was trying
to be quiet.  Did Dad hear too?"

  "Nope.  He's a very sound sleeper, but I'm not.  I never did
let my boyfriends fuck me.  My guess is that Mark hasn't been
able to get into you either.  Right?"

  "You're right, Mom.  I'm still a virgin.  I want to stay one
until I get married, but I really do like making out with Mark. 
Did you make out with the guys you dated before you met Dad?"

  "Of course.  I loved sucking them off and feeling their tongues
on my clit.  I had more orgasms than I could count on their
tongues.  How far have you let Mark go?"

  "We get naked together now, and I jerk him off and let him
masturbate me.  He's been begging me to suck his cock and let him
go down on me.  Last night, he worked on me for almost an hour...
bringing me right to edge and stopping... again and again.  He
got me so hot, Mom."

  "You should have rewarded him for his efforts, Honey, by
letting him get his tongue onto your pussy."

  "You think so?"

  "Absolutely!  When your guy works that hard and gets you so hot
you have masturbate four times before you can get to sleep, he's
earned a reward...  but a reward short of actually fucking you."

  "He was really disappointed.  Actually, he was sort of mad, I
think."

  "I'm  sure he was."

  "What should I do?"

  "After breakfast, call him up and tell him that you had to
finger fuck your pussy... don't say masturbate... four times last
night before you could get to sleep.  After you tell him that,
apologize for turning him down, and tell him you'll make it up to
him next time by not wearing any panties.   Take my word for it,
Denise, he'll ask you for a date before you hang up the phone....
and next time, let the hot stud get his tongue into your pussy
and be certain to give him a great blowjob."

  "I think I've still got some things to learn about the dating
game, Mom," I said with a grin.

  "A few things perhaps, but not many.  Before your next date,
you need to practice deep throating."

  "Practice?"

  "Of course.  You don't think that girls who can deep throat a
guy's cock just automatically know how to do that, do you? 
They've practiced with a soft, latex dildo to learn how to relax
their throat and not gag when a guy's cock goes in."

  "Did you practice, Mom?"

  "Oh yes.  A lot."

  "Can you deep throat Dad?"

  "Easily," she laughed.  "Your father has a very nice 7-inch
cock, but I can take more than that."

  "Have you ever done that, Mom?"

  "Like I've said before, Honey, that information is on a
need-to-know basis."

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  The next Saturday night, Mom and Dad went out to a dinner party
and Andy was spending the night with one of his friends.  That
left the house empty.

  Before Mom and Dad left, she got me aside.  "Do you have a date
with Mark tonight, Honey?"  she asked.

  "Yes.  He's picking me up at 7:30 PM."

  "Isn't tonight the night you're not going to be wearing any
panties and let him get his tongue into your pussy?"

  "If he tries tonight, Mom, he's gonna get lucky," I whispered.

  "Oh don't worry about him trying, Denise.  He's going to try. 
I just wanted to tell you that your dad and I will be at a party
until at least midnight, so you can use the house if you like. 
If, for some reason, Wayne decides to leave early, I'll call you
on your cell phone to warn you.  So keep it nearby if you decide
to use the house."

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  We hadn't been inside my bedroom for more than 15 minutes
before Mark had me naked except for my heels.  That was fair
because I already had him totally naked.

  Mark's cock was rock-hard as it pumped rhythmically between my
tits.  I held them tightly around his plunging shaft as he tit
fucked me.

  Everytime Mark thrust his prick up through my tits, his cock
almost entered my mouth.... now quite, but close enough to allow
me to lick the head while I squeezed my tits more tightly around
his shaft.

  "Oh god... your tits feel so fucking good around my cock,
Denise.  AAaahhh... suck it,  Denise... SUCK IT!"

  Mark drove his dick up through my tit channel until his balls
banged into the bottom of my tits and then held himself there
with his throbbing cock no more than an inch away from my mouth.
I licked the precum off the tip causing his dick to jerk hard and
throb.  When my tongue circled around the head and licked into
the cock ridge, he groaned loudly as his dick pulsed between my
tits.

  "Please, Honey... suck it!  Please!"

  "Like this?" I said with a grin as I allowed my lips to slip
over the throbbing head.  Mark humped upward toward my mouth ever
harder as the head and another inch of his cock disappeared
inside my mouth.

  "Ooohhh god yes!  Just like that...    aaaahhhhh.... fuckkkk!!"

  I thought Mark would shoot off between my tits, but before that
happened, he jerked his cock from between my tits, sat down, and
ordered me to bend over and suck him.  I followed his orders like
a good slut, and as my mouth slid up and down his engorged shaft,
I couldn't help but imagine how good it would feel to have
another man standing behind me nailing his cock into my cunt. 
That hot thought had me sucking him deeper and deeper until my
mouth was kissing the base of his cock each time it entered my
throat.

  When it was obvious that Mark was about to shoot off, I pulled
my mouth off his cock and slowly licked the shaft from the base
up to the head after stopping at his cock ridge and circling the
tip of my tongue all the way around it.

  "Oh god, Denise.  I'm so fucking close!  Suck me... let me
cum!" he groaned.

  I ignored him and began licking his balls while I slowly jacked
his shaft bringing repeated moans from him.  After five minutes
of licking, Mark was begging me to suck his cock.  At that point,
I laid down on a table with my head hanging over the edge.  "Come
on, Lover.  Stick your big cock in my mouth and fuck me!  Fuck
and shoot, Honey... FUCK AND SHOOT!"

  Mark was standing next to my head in a flash.  He did use his
hand to hold me behind my heat to provide some support as his
cock thrust into me.  In this position, my mouth and throat were
a straight tube allowing him to sink balls deeps on every stroke.


  Male grunts and my excited squeals filled the room for several
minutes before Mark shouted that he was going to cum.  The first
gush fired directly into my throat.  He pulled back a little and
two more loads pumped into my mouth filling it.  At the end, he
pulled his dick out and jacked the remainder of his load into my
open mouth.

  By this time, my pussy was on fire.  We had been making out for
almost an hour, and I desperately needed to cum.  "It's my turn,
Mark.  I'm on fire.  Get your tongue into my pussy and on my
clit... make me cum, Baby."

  My sexy boyfriend spread me out and pulled my pussy open to
expose my engorged and throbbing clit.  It was so hard and erect
as soon as his tongue touched me it throbbed hard forcing me to
arch my ass high off the table.  Immediately, his tongue left my
clit and began to slide in and out of my vagina.

  "OOohhh god... on my clit, Mark... Do my clit.  I'm about to
cummm.... do it to meeeeee!"

  Remembering how I had made him wait, I was sure that he was
going to do the same to me.  Again and again, his tongue moved in
and out of my pulsing hole and from there to my anus.  That felt
incredible and made my hole spasm, but I need his tongue on my
clit.

  "Please... just a little more on my clit, Honey.  Make me
cum... Please!"

  Finally his tongue moved back to my clit.  Instantly, my pussy
contracted in a hard spasm as my clit throbbed and expanded.

  "UUnnghh... uuunnghh... ooohh.... god... uunnghh...
aaaahhhhh... more... more," I hissed as my pussy whooshed air.

  Again he moved his tongue off my clit leaving me hanging. 
Fifteen minutes later, I was cursing him.  "Let me cum, you sexy
Bastard.  Get your tongue back on my clit and leave it there,
damn you.  Please!!"

  Moving back from my wide open pussy, he said, "From now on, you
don't wear any panties when we go out on dates.  Understand?"

  "Yess... Yes... anything... just let me cummmmmm," I wailed.

  "What do you understand?"

  "No panties... I can't wear panties... please Mark... SUCK
MEEEEE... LICK MEEEEE!!  LET ME CUM!"

  "And when I tell you I want to get my tongue into your hot
cunt, you just lie back and spread your legs.  Agreed?"

  "OOohhh god... anything... ANYTHING!  LET ME CUM!!"

  "And you suck my cock on command."

  "Yes... yes... yes...oohhhh god... YES!"

  "Yes what?"

  "I suck... I suck your cock when you tell me to suck!"

  "That's better."  His hot tongue slid from my anus up the
bottom of my sex trench, over the opening to my cunt, and then
onto my swollen, pulsing clitoris.  He sucked it hard and lashed
it with his tongue.  My juices spurted drenching his face.  The
sexy stud stroked my erupting clit again!  My hips rose off the
table.  I screamed... then I screamed again.  Every time my cunt
convulsed, I screamed.

  It seemed like I had been climaxing for several minutes before
my ass fell back onto the table top.  Mark kept my legs open
watching my vagina opening and closing in hot spasms.  Looking
down, I could see that his cock was again fully erect and
throbbing.  Each time my pussy throbbed, his cock throbbed even
harder.  For a moment, I was certain that I was about to be
fucked.  If he rammed it into me, I knew I would cum instantly
and wrap my legs around him begging him to fuck me harder, but he
kept his promise and allowed me to keep my hymen.  I wasn't
certain whether I should thank him or curse him.

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  Two months later, my sophomore year ended and Mark graduated. 
For the last two months we dated, I never wore panties on a
single date and whenever he told me to suck, I sucked his cock. 
But it wasn't all one-sided by any means.  We never had a date
that he didn't lick my clit and pussy until I had had two or more
orgasms.   When Mark left, my hymen was still intact.

  When my junior year began, I quickly became apparent that Mark
had passed the word to all his buddies a year behind him that I
was a hot date who could deep throat and have multiple orgasms. 
Before the first week of class ended, no less than seven guys had
asked me for dates.

  Actually, I was glad that Mark had spread the word as it made
it a lot easier for me to select his replacement.  The sexiest
looking guy of the lot was Conrad.  He was an above average
student, a starting guard on the basketball team, and the
shortstop on the school's baseball team.

  Before my first date with Conrad, Mom and I once again took a
drive to the lakeside park and talked as we walked around the
lake.

  "I assume that Mark has passed the word to Conrad about how
great you suck cock and how hard you climax, right?"

  "I think so.  Too many guys were trying to get dates with me as
soon as school started for it to be any other way, Mom."

  "So how do you plan on handling this situation, Denise?"

  "They all have to start at ground zero... just like Mark did. 
Or should I do it different, Mom?"

  "Nope.  That's what I was going to suggest.  Each guy is new. 
What you did or didn't do with Mark is none of his business even
if he does know.  As far as you're concerned, he's a new date and
should be treated as such."

  "How many guys did you date in high school, Mom?"

  "I think it was five... no, it was six.  When they found out
eventually that I wouldn't have full sex with them, some of them
would dump me, and I would have to start over again with a new
guy.  It really wasn't a problem.  There's always a bunch of guys
who want a shot at an attractive, sexy woman... as you've now
discovered."

  "How about college, Mom?"

  "I dated a lot more guys in college before Wayne came along. 
College guys expect a girl to have sex within a few dates.  If
you don't, they dump you.  It was irritating, but it never really
bothered me.  I regarded it as sort of a weeding out process... a
way to separate the serious guys from the
I-wanna-get-off-in-your-pussy guys.  Do you plan on staying a
virgin until Mr. Right comes along?"

  "It worked for you, Mom.  Dad's great."

  "He is.   You wouldn't believe how hard me makes me cum,
Honey."

  "I know how hard he makes you cum, Mom."

  "You do?  And how do you know that?"

  "Sound goes in all directions, Mom.  You can hear me groaning
when I masturbate, and I can hear you screaming when Dad rings
your bell.  And judging from what I hear, he rings it multiple
times."

  As things turned out, Conrad was not a happy camper about my
refusing all his advances save for a couple of goodnight kisses
during which I kept my mouth closed.  On our second date, he
asked me directly about it.

  "How come you were doing every thing with Mark last year except
screwing, but I can't even get a few French kisses from you,
Denise?  What's the deal here?"

  "The 'deal', as you put it, is simple.  I had been going out
with Mark for six months before we began getting hot and heavy. 
It was three dates before he got an open-mouthed, goodnight kiss
from me.  I have to know a guy a lot better than I know you
before I'm willing to allow more sexual liberties.

  "And what if I'm not willing to wait six months, Denise?"

  "In that case, I would guess that you won't be asking me for
any more dates.  That's your decision, but it's my decision as to
how far we go when we make out."

  "There are other girls out there, Denise, who don't have your
ridiculous rules."

  "Then I suggest you ask them out.  In the meantime, why don't
you just turn the car around and take me home."   He did, and
that was the end of my dating Conrad.

  As soon as word spread that Conrad had dumped me because I
wouldn't put out fast enough, it was another week before Ralph
Carlisle approached me after class.

  "I hear you and Conrad are history.  Is that right?  If so, I'd
like to ask you if you would like to go to the football rally
with me on Thursday night.  If not, just forget I asked."

  "I'm sure you've heard why Conrad dumped me, Ralph.  Have you?"

  "I've heard the gossip.  Not sure if it's right or not.  The
word is that you're an ice-queen."

  "And you want to date an ice-queen?"

  "No, I don't, but ice has been known to melt given enough time,
you know."

  "And you don't mind waiting for the thaw?"

  "I'm a patient guy, Denise."

  "What time will you be picking me up for the rally on Thursday
evening, Ralph?"

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  Ralph was true to his word and remained patient throughout my
junior high school year.  A few months before the year was over
he was enjoying regular blowjobs and spending a lot of time with
his face between my legs every time we dated.  During the last
month, I never wore any panties when we went out.

  However, like Mark, he was never allowed to penetrate my vagina
with either his fingers or his cock.  Naturally, Ralph was
disappointed, but as he told me during our last month together,
he loved telling Conrad what fantastic blowjobs I was giving him
and how hard he was making me cum when he licked my clit and
tongue-fucked my pussy.

  "Would you like to hear what he said when I told him all that,
Denise?"

  "Of course I would.  What did the little boy say?"

  "He called me liar... to be more precise, he said, and I quote,
'There's no way that ice-queen is giving you blowjobs or letting
you go down on her precious cunt.'  I swear... that's
word-for-word what he said."

  "I think we can fix that, Ralph, and make that S.O.B. green
with envy.  You've got a digital camera and a tripod, don't you?"

  "Yeah.  What about them?"

  "So, bring them tonight.  We'll give Conrad some visual proof."

  "Photos?  Of us making out... me licking your pussy, and you
giving me head?"

  "That's the idea, but you just show Conrad the photos.  Don't
give them to him.  You can keep a set and so will I... sort of a
memento of our year together."

  "When?  Where?"

  "How about tomorrow afternoon at my house... in my bedroom. 
Dad and Mom will be at work and Andy will be at school.  We can
cut our last hour study hall and give ourselves plenty of time to
have fun and take a few pics."

  The next afternoon, we spent the first twenty minutes taking
pics of me giving Ralph a great deep-throat blowjob and then took
a few more of him eating my pussy with me on my back and later
licking me while I was in doggy position.  We had to try several
times to get four good pics.

  After the photography was finished, we spent the next hour
doing it for real.  I had four intense orgasms on Ralph's tongue
and he shot a huge load down my throat.

  Later, we downloaded the images to my laptop and cut two disks,
one for Ralph and the second one for me.  The first pic was taken
from below while I sucked Ralph's rock hard shaft.  The camera
angle made my tits look huge, but the effect was really erotic.

  The second blowjob photo was taken on the bed with Ralph on his
back and me leaning over him sucking his dick.  My panties were
pulled aside exposing my cunt.  With my ass pointed directly at
the camera, the pic showed my pussy very clearly.  Some of my
tits could also be seen in spite of my bent over position.  About
half of Ralph's cock was buried in my mouth.

  Anyone seeing the two photos would have no doubt that Ralph was
getting great blowjobs from me.

  The other two pics showed Ralph eating my pussy... one on my
back with my knees up and spread and the second with me in doggy
position and Ralph's face buried in my pussy.

  Although you couldn't tell it from the photograph, I was in the
throes of an orgasm when the pic with me on my back was taken.

  The day after Ralph had shown Conrad the four images on the
screen of his laptop, Conrad asked him for copies.  When Ralph
refused, Conrad offered him $100 for copies.  He told him to fuck
off."

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  My senior year was somewhat different... probably because word
of the four hot photos of Ralph and I getting it on had
circulated through the high school.  Although only Conrad, Ralph,
and I had seen the pictures, apparently Conrad's description of
them was so vivid and erotic that I had two dozen guys trying to
date me.  Even when I informed that I would never let them fuck
me either with their cocks or fingers, they were all still eager
to be my senior-year regular boyfriend.

  With such a plethora of riches from which to choose, I decided
to have two regular boyfriends my senior year.   My two
selections were Jack McDonald and Paul Larsen.  Our first date
was actually a non-sexual threesome at which I told them that
they were two guys I wanted to have as boyfriends my senior year.

  "You two already know my limits... no fucking my pussy with
either your cocks or your fingers.  You also know that we start
very gradually until I'm comfortable being with you.  After that,
we'll do more and more until toward the end of the year we'll be
making out hot and heavy except for penetration of my pussy or my
ass.

  "But which one of us are you going to be dating?" Jack asked.

  "Both of you, if you agree.  Sometimes one at a time...
sometimes all three of us.  I really think a threesome with you
two hot guys would be terrific.  But it's your decision.  Let's
go to a movie and the rest of the week, the two of you can
discuss things and let me know this weekend.  If it's a go, then
both of you should pick me up at 7:30 PM.  We're going swimming
before it gets too cold.  If it's not both of you, I don't want
to see either one of you.  That's the deal, guys."

  At 7:25 PM, Jack and Paul were ringing my doorbell.  Of course,
all the other girls considered me a total slut, but it didn't
bother me a bit.  The previous year, they had all called me the
ice-queen.  In just one year, I had advanced from ice-queen to
slut.  I thought it was really funny.

===================================
     College Days:

  The week before classes began at the state's leading university
was rush week.  During rush, all the new coeds pledged sororities
while the guys picked a fraternity.  Of course, this choice was a
two-way street with the members generally voting on which
prospective pledges they wanted as new members.

  Since Mom was a Pi Alpha, that was my choice.  The fact that my
mom was a former member gave me an edge over the other girls. 
With my 3.9 GPA in high school, I figured I had a good chance to
be selected.  Pi Alpha was a relatively large sorority with over
100 members so each year 20 to 25 new pledges were admitted
depending upon the number of vacancies.  This year it was to be
26, so that also increased my chances.

  During the interview with the members, I was asked about my
extracurricular activities during high school, my prospective
major at the University, and my career plans.  Eventually, the
questions became more personal.  One member asked me how many
different guys I had dated during high school.  When my answer
was five, another member wanted to know why so few.

  "I had a steady boyfriend during my sophomore year so I only
dated that one guy.  When I was a junior, I dated two guys
because my first choice dumped me.  I went steady with the second
guy until he graduated at the end of the year.  During my senior
year, I had two steady boyfriends.... so five in all," I had
replied.

  Barbara Mason grinned and said, "A new steady once or twice a
year.  That's interesting.  Why did the first guy when you were a
junior dump you?"

  "I wouldn't have intercourse with him, and I don't pet heavily
until I get to know a guy really well.  He didn't want to wait."

  "Typical guy.  How long do you make them wait before you go to
bed with them?"

  "I don't go to bed with them.  We have oral sex but that's as
far as it goes."

  "You're still a virgin?"  Barbara asked, obviously surprised.

  "Yes I am.  Does that disqualify me?"

  Several of the girls laughed.  Martha Higgins answered, "Of
course not.  It's a very temporary condition.  College guys are
really aggressive."   There was a lot more laughter at that
comment.

  Sara Daniels then asked me why I had two steadys during my
senior year.  "Did one of them dump you for the same reason as
the guy during your junior year?"

  "No.  Neither of them dumped me.  I dated them both for the
entire year."

  "But I thought you said you had steadies and didn't date around
like that?"

  "I didn't 'date around', as you put it, I dated them both."

  "You alternated between them, and they didn't object?  Wow. 
You gotta tell us how you managed that."

  "Simple.  I didn't alternate.  I dated them both at the same
time... every time... on every date."

  The interview committee comprised 10 members.  All ten members
stared at me, mouths open, all speechless.  Finally, Barbara
asked in an awed voice, "You dated them together... all year...
and you're still a virgin?  Two guys at the same time?"

  "Yes."

  "Holy Fuck!"  Sera gasped.  "You need to offer a course on
boyfriend management techniques."

  I was a little surprised when I was selected as a new member. 
Actually, as one of the members told me later, the voting wasn't
close.  I was the first girl selected.

  It was customary in Pi-Alpha for new pledges to room together.
Sandra Matthews and I were assigned to same room.  As long as no
friction developed or neither of dropped out of school, we would
be roommates throughout our college careers.  Sandra was a sexy
brunette with large breasts, a bubble butt, full lips, and a
gorgeous smile.  We hit it off well immediately.  The first
subject to come up was my virginity.

  "Hi, Denise.  The word around the house is that you're one of
only four virgins in the new pledge class of 26 girls.  You're so
gorgeous that frankly that's a little hard to believe.  Is it
true?"

  "It's true.  Do you also know how many of the older members are
virgins?"

  "Yep.  None."

  "None?"

  "That's right.  None."

  "That seems a little odd to me.  Doesn't it seem sort of odd to
you?"

  "No.  Not at all.  Do you know what the initiation is in
Pi-Alpha?"

  "Not really.  Some kind of secret oath or something like that,
I suppose."

  "I'm sure there's that, but that's not the real initiation.  I
thought your mom was a member of Pi-Alpha when she was a student
here."  When I nodded, Sandra asked, "Didn't she tell you about
the initiation?"

  "No.  Not a word.  What is it?"

  "Starting with the initiation, none of the new pledges are
permitted to wear either a bra or panties for the first month. 
The members have a party every weekend with two different
fraternities invited to each party.  Everyone of those randy
studs knows we're all naked under our skirts and blouses.  After
four weeks and four parties, you gotta know that we're all going
to be nailed several times."

  "Well, maybe.  But I sort of doubt it."

  "Barbara told me that no pledge has ever made it through the
initiation month still a virgin, Denise.  Take my word for it,
Honey.  We're both gonna be banged several times this first
month.  That being the case, we need a signal to attach to the
cork board on our door.  How about this heart-shaped valentine. 
If it's tacked to the board, one of us has a guy in here and the
other should stay out until the heart is removed.  Agreed?"

  "Sure.  That's simple enough.  But what about the other girls?"

  "Every girl uses the heart as the signal.  Don't knock on any
door with the heart tacked to the board."

  That night I called my mom to tell her the good news that I had
been selected for membership in Pi-alpha.

  "That's marvelous, Denise.  Congratulations.  It's a great
sorority.  I'm sure you'll really enjoy your time at the
University.  I know I did.   When is the initiation ceremony?"

  "Thursday night... just before the Saturday party before
classes start on Monday.  Mom...?"

  "Yes?"

  "Why didn't you tell me about the initiation?"

  Now my mother giggled.  "Rats!  Somebody spilled the beans. 
You weren't supposed to know that until the ceremony itself.  At
least, I sure didn't know.  I was so shocked, I couldn't believe
it."

  My new roommate, Sandra Matthews told me that no pledge has
ever managed to get through the initiation month still a virgin.
She said with no panties or bra on, we're all going to be fucked
multiple times.  But you made it, right?"

  "Yep.  But you're roommate has a real point.  It's not easy to
get through that month.  The guys are all gonna lay siege on your
gate, Honey.  And defending the entry portal isn't going to be
easy.  So a word to the wise, so to speak."

-------------------------------------------------

  The first weekend party was wild.  With two fraternities
invited, there were twice as many guys as girls so every coed had
at least two guys hitting on her.  There were so many people, the
party spilled out into the grounds surrounding the sorority
house.

  Around 10 PM, it seemed to me like the number of guests was
decreasing.  That surprised me enough that I asked Sera about it.

  "How come everyone is leaving early, Sera?  It's only 10 PM."

  "I haven't seen anyone leaving," she replied somewhat puzzled
by my question.

  "Well, it's not nearly as crowded now as it was earlier in the
evening."

  "Oh that," she said with deep laugh.  "That's because a lot of
the guests and members are upstairs in the bedrooms having sex. 
Haven't some of the guys asked you go up to your room with them?"

  "Yeah, they have, but I turned them down."

  "Have you been felt up yet?"

  "Not more than a dozen times.  They all know the pledges don't
have any panties on."

  "Neither do I, Denise, and I'm not being initiated.  When
you're a full member, Honey, there's no rule that says you have
to wear panties."

  As the evening wore on, it seemed like I had hands rubbing
either my ass, my tits, or my pussy almost constantly.  When I
danced with a guy, he planted his hands on my naked ass as soon
as we began to dance.  Even when I circulated, hands were
exploring under my skirt.  By midnight, I was dripping wet.  With
no panties on, both of my inner thighs were slick with my juices.
 The aroma of aroused pussy filled the air... I just couldn't
tell whether it was my pussy or the other girls'.  The guys must
have smelled it too because a lot of them seemed to have hard
erections.

  It was a little after midnight when a sexy dark-haired guy
moved behind me.  His arms circled mine and captured both of my
tits as he pushed his very cock against my bottom.   Leaning
close, he whispered, "I'm Hank.  Let's take this upstairs to your
room, Denise."

  "Sorry, I don't fuck," I whispered back.  His cock lurched and
throbbed hard when he learned he was feeling up a virgin's tits.

  "I can fix that problem, Honey."

  "I don't want it fixed... at least, not yet."

  One of his hands dropped to the hem of my skirt and moved
beneath it to my naked pussy.  "MMmmmm... naked cunt.  You're a
pledge, aren't you?" he asked as his fingers moved deliciously
over my clit.  "Oh fuck!  Your pussy is soaked.  Come on, Denise.
 You want it as much as I do.  Let's go up to your room and
fuck."

  "OOohhhh... I told you... I don't fuck...  aaaahhhhh....
mmmmm... don't stop, Hank.  Don't stop!"

  "You don't fuck but you don't want me to stop fingering your
clit?"

  "Aaahhhh... I said... uuummmmm... said... ooohhh... I don't
fuck... I do cum... do meeee!!"

  My hips were hunching on Hank's fingers when my roommate said,
"Why don't you take the hot slut upstairs and fuck her?  She's
obviously more than ready to lose her cherry."

  "I've already asked her three times.  She says she doesn't
fuck, but she's about to cum.  I've got her so close, I can get
her off anytime I want now."

  "OOohhhh god... yesss... do me now... do me now!  NOW!" I
moaned as I humped my pussy helplessly on the stroking fingers.

  "Come on.  There are two beds in our room," Sandra said. 
"Blake and I are going to go up and fuck.  Bring Denise along."

  No one asked me, but I was too close to an intense orgasm to
object.  All the way up the stairs, Hanks continued to stroke my
ass while Blake was leading Sandra with his fingers inside her
cunt.

  When we passed Barbara Mason in the hallway, she whispered,  "I
think a couple of my sorority sisters are about to be fucked. 
Denise is a virgin, Hank.  Go easy on her until you've got her
stretched and ready."

  "What about me?" Sandra protested.

  "Ha!  Your pussy's a punchboard, Honey.  Pound it to her good,
Blake."

  "Denise says she doesn't fuck, but she's dying for me to get
her off," Hank complained.

  "She's saving it for marriage, Honey.  Just strip her and get
her off on your tongue or fingers or both.  When Blake's finished
fucking Sandra, you can have a turn on her while Blake tongues
Denise's pussy."

  Once the guys had us in our room, Sandra and I were quickly
stripped.  Hank left me with my skirt bunched around my waist
while Blake left Sandra's bra on but pushed below her tits.  
Blake pushed my roommate onto her bed, shoved her legs back, and
rammed his face into her pussy.

  "AAAGGGHHAAA... GAWD DAMN!  SUCK MEEEEEEE!  YOU HOT STUD.  SUCK
MEEEEEEEE!!"

  My entire body was shuddering from the hot sensations Hank's
fingers were producing and from the erotic sight of seeing my
roommate brought to an intense orgasm on Blake's tongue.  "Do me
too, Hank.  Rub my clit harder... I'm cum so fucking hard for
you... PLEASE!"

  "Will you suck me after I get you off?"

  "AAAHHHhhhh... god... yes... YES...  JUST DO MEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!"

  Hank set me on the top of the desk and shoved my legs up the
same way Blake had Sandra's.  A moment later, his face was buried
in my erupting cunt.

  "OOHHHH FUCKING SHIT!  GGGHHAAAA.... I'M CUMMING.... OOOHHH
GOD... CUMMING... SOOO HARD..!  DON'T STOP... PLEASE... DON'T
STOP... LICK MMEEE... MY CLIT... LICK MEEEEEEEE!!"

  My clit was still throbbing in hard spastic contractions when
Hank stood up and yanked off my skirt leaving me naked except for
my heels.  "Spread your legs, Denise.  Show me that hot cunt,"
Hank ordered.  Shoving my hands beneath my ass, I steepled my
knees and spread wide for him.  My pussy was still opening and
closing from my hard climax.

  "Let me suck your cock, Hank."

  "Then get over here and start sucking, Denise."  He reclined on
the bed, and as I bent over to take his swollen, throbbing thick
shaft into my mouth, we both heard Sandra crying out from the
other bed.

  'OOohh fuckkk..... Stick it innnnnnnn.... Fuck me with that big
cock, Stud.  OOoohhh... god.... IT'S GOING INNNNNNNNN....
uunnnghh... So fucking big!  Ah!  Ah!  Ah!  AH!  You're in
meeeeeeeee.... now fuck it... fuck that pussy, Blake.  Ram it to
meeeeeeeeeeee!!  CUNT FUCK ME, BABY!"

  From my bed, Hank's moans of pleasure filled the room as I took
his organ all the way down my throat on every stroke.

  "UGH!  UGH!  SUCK THAT DICK, SLUT.  SUCK IT!!"

  Again and again, I slid my lips up his shaft, licked the big,
throbbing head, and then let his rod slowly sink into my throat
again.  After just a few minutes, he was holding my head and
mouth fucking me.  His hot grunts mixed with Sandra's shrieks for
pleasure as both cocks sank in and out of our holes.

  Neither of us realized it, but three Pi-Alpha members had come
into our room to watch their new pledges taking cock and to see
what was going to happen to one of their four virgin pledges.

  In just a few minutes, I had Hank's big dick throbbing like an
enraged python inside my mouth.  I knew he was close.  I sucked
him deeper... harder... cupping his balls as his prick rammed
balls deep into my mouth on every stroke.

  From the other bed, Sandra screamed, "I'm cumming again! 
Cumming on your big cock, Baby.  Ram that dick into meeeeeeee....
shoot in me, Blake.  CUM IN MY CUNT!!"

  "Gonna flood your hot fuck hole, Baby.  Take it... Take it! 
UNGH!  UNGH!  UNGH!  Almost there."

  "Aaahhhh gawd damn... fuckkkkk meeeeeeeeeee!"

  "Here it comes, you hot Slut!  UUNNGHHHH!  UUNNGGHH!  SHOOTING
IN YOUR CUNT!!"

  The sex sounds from the other bed had Hank and me wildly
excited.  My pussy was already throbbing again and ready to
explode.

  Sandra and Blake were now sitting on her bed watching as I
sucked Hank's cock.   His hands were locked behind my head to
keep his cock socked deep inside my throat.

  "UUNNGHHH!  BIG COCK... AAHHHH GOD.... SO FUCKING BIG!"  I
groaned after taking my mouth off his shaft momentarily.  One of
the three members in the room responded by yelling, "Give it to
the hot, sexy bitch, Hank.  Ram that dick down her throat!"

  Hank began fucking my mouth even faster and harder.  When his
hand moved to my cunt and trapped my clit, I began to orgasm
almost continuously.  After what seemed like a very long time,
Hank's cock spit its thick cum load into my mouth and throat.

  Hank and Blake let us rest for a bit, but as soon as I started
to get off the bed, Blake was on me pulling me to the edge of the
bed.  He tilted my head back into fucking position and sank his
erection into my wide open mouth.  This time, the entire dick
disappeared into my throat balls deep on the first stroke.

  "UUNNGHHHH!"

  "Damn!  Her throat's still tight even after being fucked,"
Blake groaned as he pumped me with slowly increasing speed.

  I was moaning and grunting on each stoke when Sandra's cries
mixed with mine.  Glancing over, I saw that Hank was now getting
pussy... Sandra's pussy... while her previous lover was getting
my mouth and throat.

  They stayed until a little after 2 AM and each of them fucked
us twice.  When they left, I was still a pussy and ass virgin
having taken all four loads in my mouth and throat.  Sandra had
gotten one load up her pussy and one in her ass from each of the
guys.

---------------------------------------------------

  That first month when I was not permitted to wear either a bra
or panties and my sorority sisters were hosting a party every
week was wild.  I must have sucked off at least 8 men, but when
the month ended, no one had gotten into my pussy or ass.

  When our initiation month was over the other three virgin
pledges, Betty Haskins, Marge Wilcox, and Helen Wilmont, were no
longer virgins.  Betty had gotten fucked by several men at every
single party and had been banged on several other occasions as
well.  Marge had survived the first party with her virginity
still intact, but at the second one, two guys had fucked her on
the couch in the game room.  Those two were followed by three
more and those by another two.  By the time the party was over,
Marge's pussy had been probed by 11 different cocks.

  Except for me, Helen Wilmont was the longest surviving virgin
in our pledge class.  She made it all the way to the fourth week.
 At the party that Saturday, a dozen guys set up a rotation that
had kept Helen out on the dance floor continuously.  As soon as
one guy would complete a couple of dances with her, the next guy
would take over.  After the third guy, they had her dress bunched
around her waist with her ass and pussy on display to the
world... and none of the men would allow her to pull it down.

  When the sixth guy had finished two dances with the now wildly
panting and excited Helen, her blouse was open and both tits were
out.  Starting with the seventh guy, the men began dancing with
Helen two at a time, one in front of her, the other behind her. 
While they moved a little to the music, the dances mainly
consisted of her tits being fondled and her nipples sucked while
fingers stroked her clitoris and probed her pussy and ass.

  After almost two hours, Helen was moaning continuously.  Her
ass humped and gyrated trying desperately to get the men to rub
her harder, to probe her holes more deeply, and to suck her
engorged nipples harder.  At this point, the cocks of her dance
partners came out.  The one in front sawed back and forth between
her thighs and through her gushing sex trench where it rubbed
sensuously against her throbbing clitoris on every stroke.  The
cock behind her moved up and down her ass crease.   Helen began
to climax... again and again... until the men where having to
hold her up.

  Another thirty minutes found Helen begging for someone...
anyone... to fuck her.  Of course, the very thoughtful men gave
her what she wanted.  The man in front nailed his dick up her
gushing cunt while the one behind her worked his shaft into
Helen's ass.  The twelve men continued to rotate for another
hour.  After the first couple of men had skewered her ass and
cunt, they were both gaping so her new set of dance partners had
no difficulty in entering Helen's holes as soon as the new songs
began.

  Before it ended, Helen's virginity had been replaced with over
twenty loads of sperm-filled semen shot deep into her rectum and
vagina.

  As the only surviving virgin, the frat guys put on a full-court
press to get into me for the rest of the year and the three years
that followed.  Although they never succeeded, I did lose track
of the number of guys I sucked off during my four years at the
University.  At reunions, I've often been told that the Pi-Alpha
members always tell the new pledges about the mother and dautgher
who were the only girls who were able to maintain their virginity
through four years at the University.

  I was three months away from my degree in computer science when
I noticed a very handsome guy at the Pi-Alpha spring bash.  He
was about 6'1", maybe 180 lbs with a very trim and powerful
looking body.  His dark wavy hair, penetrating brown eyes, and
closely-cut dark beard sent shivers up my spine.  When he stood
up, his tight slacks tented with his sizable bulge.  My pussy
throbbed, and I realized with a shock that the tip of my tongue
was stroking my top lip.

  When one of the Pi-Alphas said something to him, he smiled. 
His smile was so gorgeous, I felt my wetness seeping into my
panties.  Everytime he moved, his muscles rippled beneath his
tight, form-fitting T-shirt.  Then he saw me staring.  Even
though I was acutely embarrassed, I still couldn't tear my eyes
away.  Turning, he said something to the girl beside him and then
turned his attention back to me.  His eyes locked onto mine.  He
walked purposely toward me.  When he got closer, I let my eyes
drop to his crotch.... god!  He was bigger than ever... already
partially erect, and we hadn't even spoken.  Then he stood beside
me... our eyes again locked.

  "I'm Grant Balinger, Aeronautical Engineering major, senior,
and you're the most gorgeous, sexiest woman I've seen in five
years at the University."

  "Thank you, Grant," I managed to stammer.  "I'm Denise Lamper,
computer science major, also a senior."

  "I know who you are."

  "How?  I know we haven't met before.  I would certainly
remember you."

  He smiled at that comment.  "Now it's my turn to thank you.  I
asked one of your sorority sisters who you were.  She spent five
minutes telling me about you.  Apparently, you've become almost a
legend here at the Pi-Alpha house."

  "A legend?  I hardly think so."

  "I agree with your sorority sister.  The most beautiful woman
on the campus,  brilliant student with a 3.87 GPA in a difficult
subject area, sexy almost beyond belief, and still a virgin in
spite of the efforts of dozens and dozens of would-be lovers over
four years.  I would say that qualifies you for legend status."

  Now I laughed... more out of nervousness and embarrassment than
anything else.  "I think there are dozens and dozens of guys
would say that it qualifies me for ice-queen status, not legend
status."

  "Dinner on Friday night?  Pick you up at 7:30 PM?  That ok?"

  "Do I have a say in this at all?"

  "Not really.  You can say 'no', of course, but I'll still be
here at 7:30 PM on Friday night.  What kind of food do you like?
I'm guessing something light... like perhaps tilapia almandine?"

  "I have no intention of saying 'no', Grant.  You're the most
handsome, sexiest, and most confident, aggressive guy I've met
since I've been here.  You just ooze testosterone.  A girl could
get pregnant just being within five feet of you.  Are you asking
me out because you regard my virgin status as a challenge?"

  "No.  Not at all.  In fact, it's not a challenge at all.  We're
going to date for our last three months before graduation.  After
a few dates, I fully intend to enjoy kissing your luscious mouth
and after a month, feeling and exploring your dynamite body, but
that as far as we'll be going sexually until the night we
graduate."

  "Oh really?  And what's your plan for graduation night?"

  "I'm going to ask you to marry me.  But even if you say yes,
don't get your hopes up, Denise.  I'm not going to let you fuck
me until our wedding night."

  That did it.  My body shuddered as my pussy throbbed.  A lot of
guys had made me cum but never without even touching me.  Grant
leaned closer and whispered, "Damn.  That's the hottest thing
I've ever seen.  Just imagine how good it's going to be for both
us."

--------------------------------------------------

  Over the next three months, I found out just how frustrated I
had been making men ever since I started dating Mark when I was a
sophomore in high school.  Grant turned me on like no other man
ever had.  As soon as he picked up for a date, my pussy would
throb and begin to seep lubricating juices.  If he cupped my tits
during a kiss, my nipples and clitoris would harden and pulse. 
Almost every night, I would have erotic, hot dreams of him on top
of me, pounding his hardness into me until I was howling with
delight and begging him to fuck me even harder.

  But true to his word, the most he would do was caress my bare
breasts and just before he kissed me goodnight on my doorstep,
his hand would move to my now swampy cunt and rub me.   Then, he
would say something like, "When I jerk off tonight, I'll be able
to smell the aroma of your delicious cunt on my hand."  That
usually made me cum.

  On the night of our graduation, he again kept his word by
asking me to marry him.  It was during dinner.  He pushed a small
box toward me.  Even though I knew what it contained, my hands
were trembling when I opened it.  The quarter-caret diamond
solitary gleamed in its white gold setting.

  "Will you marry me, Denise Lamper?  I promise to love, honor,
and cherish you till death do us part.  I won't cheat, drink,
gamble, take drugs, smoke, curse, or ever embarrass you.  I will
tbe sensitive to your needs and do everything in my power to make
you happy for the rest of your life.  I swear."

  "That's not enough," I replied sternly.  "Unless you promise to
fuck my brains out no matter how badly I behave, there's no way
I'm going to marry you."

  "That was an inexcusable omission.  I'm sorry.  "I also promise
to fuck your sexy pussy whenever you want.  In addition, I
promise we will never go to bed mad no matter how we might have
argued during the day."

  "That's better, but not quite good enough."

  "How do I make it good enough?"

  "You have to promise to fuck my sexy cunt and ass as well make
love to my pussy whenever I want it."

  Of course Grant promised and a month later, we were married in
my home town in a beautiful ceremony.  My Dad gave me away, and
after the ceremony, my Mom asked me, "Are you still a virgin?"

  "Yep.  Still intact... at least until later today."

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  Our wedding night was a revelation.  Grant was the consummate
lover... a raging stallion when I wanted to be taken hard and
fast like a bitch in heat... a tender, loving husband when I
wanted it slow and deep... a kinky satyr when I wanted to be
fucked like a hot whore.

  He took my virginity in missionary position.  Although I knew
he was wildly excited and desperate to get his cock into my wet
cunt, he went very slowly knowing that nothing had ever been
inside my vagina before.  After thoroughly lubricating his
seven-inch, very thick cock, he applied some astroglide to my
pussy.  Then, after 15 minutes of foreplay, he mounted me.  For
another ten minutes or more, he kissed me and sucked my nipples
while his hands caressed my buttocks and thighs and his iron-hard
dick slowly.... ever so slowly... entered my virgin cunt.

  "Aaahhh god... that feels so good, Darling," I hissed in total
rapture.

  He moved deeper.  I could feel every ridge of his hard cock as
it pulsed and throbbed inside me.  His control was magnificent. 
Even inside my tight, wet hole, he managed to control his
thrusts.  After ten minutes, he was two or three inches inside
me.  Then, for the first time in my life, I felt the head of a
cock pressing against my hymen.  My mouth flew open, my eyes
slammed shut as my body erupted in an intense orgasm that caused
my vagina to throb and pulse around my husband's cock.  To this
day, I'm still amazed that he could control his ejaculation.

  "OOoohhhh god!  Ooooohhh god!  I'm cumming on your big cock,
Honey.  I'm cumming so fucking hard.  AAaahhhhhh Jesus.... fuck
me, Darling.  Bust me open!"

  Most men upon hearing me urging them to bust me open would have
rammed into my hole like a runaway locomotive.  But Grant was cut
from a different mold.  He ignored my cries and continued to move
slowly in and out of my pussy stopping each time his cock touched
my hymen.  My orgasm had hardly ebbed when I erupted in another
intense climax around Grant's dick.

  As my vagina throbbed in hard spasms, Grant continued to fuck
me with slow, measured strokes... each one pressing inward
exerting more and more pressure on my membrane.  Locking my legs
around his hips, I tried to pull deeper inside my throbbing pit.
Grant gave me another quarter-inch of his cock stretching my
hymen still further.

  Suddenly, like a rubber band stretched beyond its limits, my
hymen ruptured!  There was one, sharp stab of pain.  Grant pulled
back and began fucking two inches of his cock rapidly in and out
of my quivering hole making certain that he put maximum pressure
on my swollen clitoris.  Instantly, the sharp pain abated to be
replaced with a sensuous, erotic pulsing of my stuffed pussy.

  My legs flew straight up in the air with my toes curled back
from the hot sensations ripping through my cunt and clit.  Grant
pressed my legs back even further to fully expose my pussy to his
driving shaft.  With the entire length of my channel now open and
defenseless, Grant drove his cock into me... stretching me
erotically... forcing my hole to take his length and girth.  As
soon as his balls bounced off my upturned ass, he pulled back
leaving only two inches of cock inside me and then snapped his
hips forward ramming all seven inches of cock deep into my now
convulsing cunt.

  "GGGHHAAAAAAAAAA... You're so fucking big.... uunnghhh... oh my
god...  you're fucking me... all the way into me, Darling.  Fuck
my brains out, Lover.  Pound me hard, Baby.  Screw my hot cunt,
Honey!"

  "I need to cum, Denise," Grant groaned as his engorged,
rock-hard shaft stroked in and out me.  The hot squishing noises
of his big dick sinking into my now gushing hole filled the room
and made me cum again.

  "Oh yes!  I'm cumming too!  CUM IN ME, HONEY!  Pump your load
into meeee!!  Hurry!  I want it... NOW!  FUCK YOUR LOAD INTO
MEEE," I screamed.

  Grant held my ass steady and hit into me hard and deep.   With
the head of his cock buried deep inside my channel right at the
opening to my womb, his masculine grunts echoed off the walls
each time he rammed me with a short stroke that spewed a thick
stream of semen into my waiting cunt.  My hot shrieks of pleasure
mixed with his loud grunts as our organs throbbed together, our
juices mixing deep inside my erupting hole.

  Grant's cock hardly lost any of its stiffness.  Five minutes
later, he was fucking me again.  This time, he rolled us over so
that I was on top riding his thick shaft.  Pulling my lips down
to his, we kissed as if we were trying to devour each other.  
When Grant's mouth left mine, he growled, "Fuck me, you hot Slut.
 Ram that cunt down on my cock... make it shoot in you again!"

  We hardly slept at all that night.  After shooting five loads
into my pussy and bringing me to at least a dozen orgasms, Grant
rolled onto his back, exhausted.  As his cock softened, his chest
heaved as he tried to suck more oxygen into his lungs.

  Supporting my naked body on one elbow, I looked down on my new
husband.  Seeing him so exhausted made me feel more like a
sensuous woman than I had ever felt.  It was the nicest
compliment he could have possibly given me.  The only thoughts
filling my mind at that moment were how much I loved this man and
how lucky I was to have him.

  Even though Grant had performed like a consummate stud, I still
wanted more.  But I knew I had to give him a chance to recover. 
At first, I decided to give him an hour, but by the time 30
minutes had elapsed, my pussy was quivering with anticipation
again.  I couldn't wait any longer.  Grant moaned with pleasure
when he felt my mouth close around his dick and begin to suck. 
Ten minutes later, he was hard... really hard.

  "How do you want it this time, Denise? "

  "Doggy!" I said instantly.  "Turn me over and fuck it to me
doggy, Honey.  When your cock is wet and slick with my cuntal
secretions and the five loads of semen you've pumped into me, I
want you to put in my ass and take my anal cherry."

  "I'll be very careful, Honey.  I'll do my best not to hurt
you."

  I know you will, Darling.  But when you do get your cock all
the way into me, I don't want you to be careful.  I want...  I
need ... for you to fuck me like whore in heat.   Really give it
to me hard.  Promise?"

  Grant spent 15 minutes screwing me in doggy position.  He held
my hips and each time he drove his dick inward, he pulled my hips
onto his shaft causing it to thud into my cervix with masculine
authority.  The excited gasps coming from my husband were like
music to my ears.  With my hot spouse ramming me like a bull, I
had had three hard orgasms before he pulled his dripping shaft
from my cunt and centered the head against my anus.  I reached
back and pulled my buttocks open for him.

  "DO IT!  DO IT!  DO IT!" I screamed in white heat.

  We were both so soaked and slick with astroglide, my copious
cuntal secretions, and the five big cum loads pooled inside my
pussy that Grant's cock easily stretched me open and sank into my
virgin ass.  Instead of the expected pain, all I felt were hot
shivers of pleasure.  The deeper he sank his cock, the more
intense the pleasure became.  By the third stroke, I was feeling
my husband's ball sack slapping against my pussy each time he
fucked into my arse.

  My fingers sought out my engorged and swollen clit and began to
stroke it.  It only took a few moments before I erupted in my
first ever anal orgasm.

  "Oooohh Gawd!  You hot Bastard!  You're making me cum like a
whore.... aaaahhh...ooohhhhh fuckkkkkk.... ram
meeeeeeeeeee....aaaahhhhhhhhhh!!!"

  Abruptly, my stud changed positions by rolling over onto his
back and pulling me onto in reverse cowgirl position.  He did it
in one smooth motion keeping his cock buried inside my ass....
almost as if I weighed nothing.  Now I was riding him with his
big shaft sunk into my ass.  Gripping my legs behind my knees, he
pulled my legs up over my head and nailed his cock into me.  Now
I could look down and see the thick male shaft drilling my ass. 
I think it was the hottest sight I had ever seen.  I couldn't
stop wailing and screeching.

  After letting me cum once while riding him, he put me back on
my knees on the floor and ordered me to lower my head.  "Now,
reach back and pull your cheeks apart, Denise.  Show me your wet,
gaping asshole."  The dirty words thrilled me to the core.  I
came again as soon as Grant rammed his dick back into my arse.

  "Oh god, Yes!  Fuck it, Darling.  Fuck your wife's hot ass...
ooohhhhh god... I'm going to cum again... I can't stop cumming on
your cock... aaaahhh...here it comes!!"

  A loud series of garbled shrieks followed by a long string of
filthy words spewed from my mouth.  I couldn't believe it was me,
but then I couldn't believe how hard and how often my husband was
making me explode in sheer rapture.

  "My turn now, Honey.  Can't hold it any longer.  You're just
too fucking hot.  Gonna pull out and shoot straight into your
open, gaping asshole."  His cock flashed in and out of me, his
balls hitting my pussy hard on each stroke.  Suddenly, he jerked
his dick out of my ass and a moment later I felt his load firing
straight into my hole.  Some of the semen missed slightly and
splattered against the sides of my hole and then sensuously ran
downward disappearing into the darkness of my rectum a moment
later.

  When the sun came up the next morning, my vaginal and anal
virginities were things of the past.  During the night, my stud
husband had buried his rampant cock in all my holes using every
position we could think of or invent.

  "I need to recharge with some food, Honey," he whispered as I
licked his shaft cleaning off our combined juices.   "Call room
service and have them bring up a large breakfast for two."

  I placed the call ordering bacon, ham, eggs, hash browns, jelly
and toast, and coffee.  "Think that's enough food to recharge
your batteries, Honey?  You know one of us needs to get dressed
before the food arrives."

  "Why?  I don't think the bellhop would object to see you naked.
 I love it."

  "Oh that's wicked... really wicked.  Do you really want your
new wife to answer the door naked?

  "I think it would be incredibly erotic, but let's compromise. 
Put on your bra, panties, and heels.  How's that?"

  "Seems like more work than is necessary, Darling.  How about
panties and heels?" I slipped out of bed and into my thin white
panties.  After stepping into my heels, I turned toward the bed,
grinned, and asked, "How's this, Baby?"

  As soon as Grant looked at me, I saw his cock beginning to
harden.  "God but you look sensuously hot.  Your nipples look
like they're really hard."

  "They look that way because they are hard... very, very hard. 
Will the bellhop be able to see your wife's cunt through these
panties?"

  Grant's cock got even harder.  It was close to full erection
now.  "Almost.  What he can’t see, his imagination will fill in.

  The bellhop looked to be in his mid-20s to 30.  When I opened
the door, his eyes locked onto my naked tits.   I could hear the
quick intake of his breath.  When his eyes traveled downward to
my panty-covered pussy, his pants began to tent.

  His name tag said he was Martin, so I told him, "Put the food
on the table, Martin.  I hope you don't mind my answering the
door in just my panties, Martin.  We were just married yesterday,
and neither of us wanted to get dressed."

  "No problem," Martin replied, now checking me out openly. 
After he had spread the breakfast out on the table, I handed him
a $2 tip.  When he took, he said, "You're incredibly gorgeous. 
Your husband is a very, very lucky man.  Enjoy your breakfast,
and if you need anything... anything at all... just call room
service and ask for Martin."

===================================

Twelve Years Later:

  After 12 years of marriage, every thing of real importance was
working out beautifully for the Balinger family.  Grant had very
quickly obtained an entry-level position as a new engineer for a
large corporation where he rose to a group leader position after
just four years.  At the end of his eighth year, he was the
associate division chief, and three years later, he was the
Director of Engineering operations.

  I had done ever better, at least to my way of thinking.  After
three years, we decided we wanted to start our family, and nine
months later, I gave birth to a beautiful baby girl whom we
named, Gwen Louise.  When Gwen was two years old, she was beaming
with delight as she held her new baby brother, Glenn Lennard.

  Since my husband and two children took up a lot of my time, I
had had to resign my position as a programming specialist with a
tech firm.  Although we didn't need any more income, I didn't
want my skills to erode for lack of use, so I began free-lancing
as a web design specialist... web pages designed or maintained on
request.  Three years later, I had built up such a reputation, I
had more requests for services than I had time to accommodate.

  In spite of the demands on Grant's time of being Director of
Operations and the demands on mine produced by two children and
my programming commitments, we still reserved ample time for each
other.  Unless I was having my period or one of us was sick or
out of town, Grant and I fucked like newlyweds four or five times
a week.  The best part was our love making almost always lasted
an hour or more during which Grant screwed me like a convict just
released from 10 years in prison.  Again and again, he would make
me howl with delight as my pussy and clit erupted in hard spasms.

  One evening, when Gwen was one year old, we hired a baby sitter
and went out for dinner and dancing at a hot night club.  I had
worn a very tight and very short dress along with a pair of hot
thigh-high stockings and a garter belt.  The bodice of the dress
exposed my tits just short of the top of my aureoles.  If I bent
over just a little, the dress was so short that half of my ass
would be exposed.  I had decided not to wear a bra or panties,
but at the last minute opted for a skimpy thong to keep my juices
from soaking through my dress.  The matching shoes had wicked
four-inch heels.  To put it mildly, I was dressed for sex.  As
soon as Grant saw me, he got hard as stone and suggested I bend
over the back of the couch for his further "inspection".

  "Later, Stud.  Later," I had said loving the fact that he was
so hard there was no way for him to conceal his erection.

  If my outfit wasn't already hot enough, I flirted brazenly with
a half dozen men at the night club.  Every time I saw a guy
checking me out, I found an excuse to uncross my legs, spread
them enough to give him a quick view of my thong, and then
recross them in the opposite direction making sure that my dress
was hiked high enough to expose a wide expanse of my thighs,
usually above the tops of my stockings.

  My sexy husband loved it as much as I did.  I knew he would...
he always did.  Ever since our wedding night when he had me open
the door for room service wearing nothing but a pair of bikini
panties and heels, I knew that he enjoyed me flirting and showing
off to other men.

  When Grant danced with me, his erection felt like an iron bar
against my pussy.  " God, you're so fucking hard, Honey," I
whispered in his ear.  His cock throbbed in response.

  "I'm not the only one," he groaned in my ear.  "I think you've
got half the ten here hard."

  "Only half?  What's the matter with the other half?  Are they
gay?"

  "We've only been here 15 minutes.  Give them time.  They
haven't seen your tits, thighs, and panties yet."

  "I'm not wearing panties, Darling."

  "Yes you are!  I saw them before we left the house."

  "That's true, but I took them off when I went to the ladies
room at the restaurant.  All  those guys are getting to see your
wife's very wet cunt, Honey."

  My husband moaned and thrust his erection against my mound with
forceful masculine authority while his hands covered my ass and
kept me pressed against his shaft.  "Oh gawd damn!  I love that!
Do you plan on fucking me right here in the club, Lover?"

  "I should.  In fact, I just might."

  "Oh fuck yes!" I hissed in his ear.  I'll spread for you
anytime, Baby."

  We danced a second song with Grant's erection continuously
grinding into me.  Just before we left the dance floor, I had
again whispered in his ear.  "A bunch of guys have been watching
you dry fuck me, Darling.  They're all going to ask me to dance.
 If that's going to embarrass you, we need to leave."

  "You never embarrass me, Honey.  You just get me so hard, I'm
afraid I'll cum in my pants."

  "MMMM.... I'd like that.  You have to promise me that if you
ever feel like you're going to cum in your pants, you'll tell me
so I can watch."

  "Hot Bitch!"

  "It's all your fault for rubbing that gorgeous, hard dick
against my pussy."

  After we had left the dance floor, as I had predicted, several
men approached our table and asked me to dance.  To the first guy
who asked, I responded, "Thank you for asking me, but I'm with my
husband, and he's already more than I can handle."  To the
second, I said, "I'd love to but my husband is going to fuck me
soon and that's something I don't want to miss."  The response
the third man got was, "I can't... aahhhh.... I would but my
husband's finger fucking me right now... can't... aaahhhhh god!"

  When the men all retreated, Grant whispered, "Have I got a hot
woman for a wife or what?  You're amazing... just amazing.  But
are you sure you didn't want to dance with any of them?  You
could, you know."

  "I know I could, and that's one of the reasons I love you so
much.  But why would I want to have them feeling me up when I've
got hottest stud in the place right here?"

  That night Grant had fucked me for over two hours bringing me
to seven or eight screaming orgasms as he filled my cunt with two
loads and put another one in my ass.  As we both lay exhausted,
side-by-side on our backs, he said, "You know we're going to have
to sound proof this bedroom before Gwen gets old enough to know
what's happening in here."

  "That's fine with me, Darling, but I think a young girl needs
to know how much her father pleases her mother.  How else is she
going to learn what real men are like?"  Nevertheless, two weeks
later, Grant had our bedroom soundproofed.  I just knew I would
need to arrange to have him fuck me some other place occasionally
so Gwen could learn what a magnificent stud she had for a father.

==================================

A New Year's Eve Party:

  After 12 years of marriage, Gwen was 8 and Glenn was 6 so that
both of them were now in school most of the day giving me more
time to myself.  Grant and I were still having hot sex 4 or 5
times a week in our sound-proofed bedroom, but after having
fucked each other over 3,000 times, our couplings were naturally
losing some of their intensity.  That began to change as a result
of a New Year's Eve party we had attended after leaving Gwen and
Glenn with their grandparents for the weekend.

  Donna and Howard Williams were hosting the party and having
gone to a few of their parties in the past, Grant and I both knew
that they were "adults only" type parties, particularly on New
Year's Eve.  As such, all the women dressed to thrill.

  "You know how all the woman dress at those parties, Grant. 
What do you want me to wear?"

  "It doesn't matter what you wear, Denise.  You're going to be
the hottest, sexiest woman there even if you wear a moo-moo and
flip-flops."

  I couldn't keep from laughing at the image of myself in a
moo-moo and flip-flops at the party.  "You never fail to say the
absolutely right thing to make me feel great, Honey.  But I'm
serious.  What do you want me to wear?  I don't want to embarrass
you by looking like a prude or by looking like a hooker.  I need
some help here, Honey."

  "Ok.  But remember, you did ask me.  You can wear whatever
makes you feel comfortable and I'll love it.  I always do, but if
you want to know what I want... well, I would like to see you
wearing something drop-dead sexy and hot.  Just thinking about it
gets me hard.  There... I've told you, but wear what you're
comfortable wearing."

  For the rest of the week leading up to the party, I kept
thinking about what to wear that would really light my husband's
fires.  I had wore tight, short sheathes many times for him, and
of course, he loved them.  I had also dressed in mini-skirts and
five-inch slutty heels, and he had loved that too.  But I really
wanted to wear something that sexy, but something unexpected...
something that he didn't anticipate.  So, I spent an afternoon
visiting Fredrick's of Hollywood and Victoria's Secret.  By
Wednesday, I had my outfit picked out.

  Naturally, I didn't allow Grant to see what I was planning to
wear until just before we were set to leave for the party around
7:30 PM.  Making a guy wait is always a hot part of the tease. 
That's practically Rule #1 of the dating game.  When I did come
into our den wearing my party outfit, the look on Grant's face
let me know I had once again played the game perfectly.

  Almost frantically, his eyes darted back and forth between my
tits, which were at least half exposed along with my lacy red
bra, my white top with only a single button fastened at my
exposed midriff, and down to my abbreviated, white short shorts
that molded my camel toe perfectly.  After digesting all that, I
could see his eyes move upward above the low-slung shorts to the
red waist strap of my thong that circled my hips above the
shorts.

  "Jesus!" he gasped in an awed voice that just sent shivers of
pleasure through me.  His eyes then took in every inch of my bare
legs down to my platform heels whose tops comprised only toe and
ankle straps.

  Grinning, I straddled a chair with my legs wide apart, turned
toward my astounded husband, and asked, "Well?  Can I wear this
or not, Honey?"

  "Oh Fuck!" he groaned as his eyes focused on my camel toe. 
"Those shorts mold your cunt perfectly!  I can even see the
indentation of your slit!  I love it!"

  "I think that means it's Ok for me to wear this.  Shall we go,
Darling.  You have to know that there's a whole bunch of guys
waiting to see your slutty wife's outfit."

  "I know," he said with a wide smile.  "And every one of them is
going to get hard as stone looking at you."

  "Men are supposed to get hard when I show it off for them,
Lover.  Take me to the party and show me off, Stud."

---------------------------------------------------

  Like all New Year's Eve parties, this one was wild and sexy.  
Every woman wore a very attractive outfit.  Many were very
revealing.  Some were very sexy and erotic, like mine, and a few
were essentially obscene.  There was an open bar with a wide
assortment of cordials, wines, and liquors.  One room had been
turned into a dance floor with very little lighting to provide
some privacy but still allow voyeurs to enjoy the erotic actions
of the dancing couples.  Party favors abounded.  I estimated that
Donna and Howard had invited maybe a dozen couples and some
singles.

  Naturally, I attracted a lot of male attention, which I could
see that my husband was enjoying immensely.  By 10 PM, I had had
a half dozen drinks.  This was far over my normal limit.  As a
result, my inhibitions, which were usually not very high at
parties, were even lower.  I accepted every invitation to dance
and had been on the dance floor with over half the men.  On
several occasions, I had felt hands feeling my ass and tits. 
After rewarding the guy's courage by allowing him time to enjoy
feeling my body, I would smile and move his hand away usually
telling him that my husband was around.

  Before the clock hit 11 PM, I had consumed two more
screwdrivers.  That was when I saw him.  He looked like he had
just stepped off the pages of Cosmopolitan or even Playgirl.  His
ruggedly handsome face with its incredibly masculine close
cropped, but unshaven dark beard and strong chin coupled with
dark, penetrating eyes, and dark hair had me mesmerized.  Outside
of my husband, he was the sexiest man I had ever seen.  The
powerful muscles beneath his tight red shirt caused the garment
to ripple erotically every time he moved.  His pants were
tight... very tight.  Like my shorts, which molded my camel toe,
his pants molded his big cock.  I could easily see where his cock
ridge began and ended.  The helmet of his cock was totally on
display.  After just a few minutes staring at him, my cunt was
gushing.

  At that moment, he looked straight at me, obviously examining
the thrust of my big tits.  With eight strong drinks in me, my
inhibitions were essentially gone.  I wanted him to see my tits.
Smiling at him, I pulled my shoulders back and my white top open
even more.  He returned my smile and moved toward me. 
Unconsciously, I ran my tongue over my top lip.  As he got
closer, I could see the tent in his pants increasing as his cock
hardened.  God!  Even though he wasn't yet fully hard, it was
already huge.

    "Hi.  I'm Lance.  One of Donna's friends.  She assured me
that I would love this party, and seeing you, I have to say she
was right.  You have absolutely gorgeous breasts."

  "Thank you," I whispered.  "I glad you like them.  I like what
I see too."

  "I know you do.  That's why I came over.  I can't wait to see
your nipples."

  "What makes you think you're going to see them?"

  "Because I'm going to take your big tits out of that bra
soon... very soon."

  My clit and cunt throbbed in response to that flat statement. 
Another couple of comments like that would reduce me to a
quivering, helpless female.  In an effort to steer the
conversation away from sex, I asked, "You say you're Donna's
friend.  How so?  Are you one of her co-workers?"

  "No.  I'm her lover.  I fuck her regularly.  She's incredibly
good in bed."

  My pussy quivered and pulsed even harder than before.  "What
about her husband?" I asked.

  "He likes to watch.  What's your name?"

  "Denise," I said in a barely audible whisper.

  "Are you good in bed, Denise?"

  "My husband's around somewhere."

  "Donna has probably got his full attention.  If not her, then
one of the other sexy women at this party.  You didn't answer my
question.  Are you good in bed, Denise?"

  "Yes.  I think so?"

  "You think so?  A woman knows... she always knows.  You know. 
Are you good in bed or not?"

  "Yes.  I'm very good," I moaned.

  "I knew you would be.  I'm going to fuck you later tonight."

  "My husband..."

  "He can watch if he wishes... but it doesn't mater.  I am going
to fuck you.  But first, I want to dance with you... feel your
body against mine.  Let you feel how hard you have my cock and
its size."

  "How big is it?"

  "Nine inches.  Is your husband that big?"

  "No."

  "Then you're in for a real treat.  Shall we dance?"

  Lance led me onto the dimly lighted dance floor and pulled into
his arms.  I put up no resistance, even though I knew I should.

  "Your tits are firm... really firm, Denise.  Amazingly so for a
pair as large as yours.  How big are they?"

  "34DD-26-38," I replied giving him more information than he had
requested.  With a shock, I realized that I wanted him to know
how narrow my waist was and how full my hips and ass were.

  "God!  DD tits but only 34" chest.  That's makes them look even
bigger than they are.  And a 38" ass... I could tell that your
ass was full and sexy.   I'm fully hard now.  Can you tell how
big it is?"

  "Sort of."

  "Feel me.  Trace its length and girth with your hand."

  "I can't... other people..."

  "Feel my cock.  Now."

  With my head swirling from all the liquor, my hand dropped to
Lance's cock.  It throbbed and jerked under my fingers like a
powerful snake.  Inside his pants, there was no possible way I
could get my hand all the around his big sex gun.  The length
just seemed to go on and on until it reached the swollen head.

  "It's so fucking big... just huge!"  I gasped.

  "Some women cum as soon as I put it in them.  They've never had
their pussies stretched so much, and they can't keep from cumming
as it sinks into them.  Will you cum when I slide it into your
wet cunt, Denise?"

  I was shaking so hard it was difficult to answer.  "I don't
know," I stammered as Lance dry fucked my hand with his big prick

  "If a woman doesn't cum by the time I'm balls deep inside their
pussy, I insert first one... then two fingers into their ass
hole.  That always fetches them.  Do you do anal sex, Denise?"

  "Ooohhhhh... aaaahhhhhh."

  "Do you do anal sex, Denise?"

  "Ooohhh yes... yes."

  "Too bad.  I was hoping to be the first to take your anal
virginity.  I am going to ass fuck you, you know."

  "Aaaahhhhhhh... mmmmmmmmmm."

  "Time I saw your big tits, Denise."  He moved his body back
just enough to allow him to move his hand to my bodice.  At
first, I put up some token resistance.  His powerful hands moved
mine away and then cupped first one, then the other breasts.  He
pulled my right one out of my bra.

  "Ooohhhh god," I moaned when the cool air struck my now
exposed, naked tit.  A moment later, he was working my other
breast out of my bra.

  "Big, huge fuck melons," he whispered in my ear.  "Are they
fucked often?"

  "My husband fucks them some."

  "And other men?"

  "There haven't been any other men."

  "Right.  But tonight there will be.  Open your mouth, I'm going
to kiss you."

  With Lance's hand fondling my tits, his cock grinding against
my pussy, and his lips moving over mine, there was no way in hell
I could have possibly kept my mouth closed.  It opened... wide...
his tongue entered... retreated... entered... retreated.... again
and again... mouth fucking me.  My tongue began to follow his
when it retreated until I was fucking his mouth as he fucked
mine.  My excitement roared even higher when I felt his hand
sliding into my shorts.

  "Your cunt's shaved."

  "Yessss.... shaved."

  "I like naked cunts.  I like yours.  Is your clit sensitive. 
Will you cum hard when I suck and lick it?"

  "Yesssssss... again and again and again," I wailed as my hips
hunched against him.  Slipping his hand beneath my thigh, he
lifted it until it was over his hips.  Hooking my heels behind
his knee, I locked my elevated leg in place allowing him freedom
to explore the entire length of my naked thigh.  His mouth again
found one of my nipples while his other hand delved deeply inside
the back of my shorts and beneath my thong.

  "Unngh... Unnghh!  OOohhhh god!"  I groaned as one of his
fingers penetrated my ass hole.

  "MMmmmm tight... but not too tight.  It's been fucked
recently."

  "Yessss... last night.  Is it all right?  Is it tight enough?"

  "For my 9-inch cock, you won't believe how tight it's going to
be, Denise."

  "OOohhhhh god... I'm close.... so fucking close."

  "I'm going to turn you, Denise, so I can feel your cunt and
finger fuck you."

  I heard myself moaning as Lance turned me 180 degrees and
pressed my back against his chest and my ass against his raging
cock.  I knew both of my tits were completely exposed to the
room, but I couldn't bring myself to stop.  His left hand cupped
and fondled my tit... pulling on my nipple... twisting it.  At
the same time, his other hand thrust openly into my shorts and
thong and then moved downward to my cunt and clit.  When his
fingers strummed my engorged button, my ass began hunching
frantically against his probing fingers.  He penetrated my cunt
and began finger fucking me.  I was right on the edge.  My vagina
throbbed helplessly.  Another 30 seconds and I would explode.

  At that moment, I saw Grant walking from the game room into the
den that adjoined the dance floor.  The sight of my husband
jerked me out of my alcohol-induced sexual trance.  Frantically,
I jerked aay from Lance's body and replaced my tits inside my
blouse.

  "What's the matter," he asked.  "You were just about to cum."

  "My husband just walked out of the game room.  He would have
seen us in another moment.  Come on.  Let's go to the bar."

  "All right.  What would you like?"

  "Just a glass of cabernet.  I've had too much hard liquor
already."

  As I sipped the wine, Lance leaned closer, kissed me on the
neck and whispered.  "Let's go upstairs to one of the bedrooms. 
I want to fuck you."

  "I can't.  Not with my husband right over there."

  "I promise you'll cum harder than you can believe when I sink
my cock into you."

  "I know I would.  You've got an absolutely fabulous cock. 
Fingers too.  You were right.  I was about to cum when my husband
came out of the game room.  But I'm sorry.  I can't do it with my
husband here."

  Even as I was saying no, Lance was pulling me into arms and
kissing me repeatedly.  Even with my husband in the next room, I
couldn't keep from kissing him back, but when his hand went to my
tits, I did manage to move away.

  "Get your husband to let you stay after he leaves or to bring
you back and I'll fuck you all night long.  You won't believe how
many times you'll cum or how hard your orgasms will be.  I'll eat
your delicious pussy until you're cumming continuously."

  I didn't doubt it for a moment.  Even Lance's words had me
close to an orgasm.  But other than kissing him when he put his
lips against mine, I resisted any further contact.

  At 1 AM, Grant approached me and asked, "Are you ready to head
home, Honey?  Or would you rather stay later?"

  Acutely conscious of Lance's presence just to my right and of
his still huge and erect cock, I somehow managed to say, "I'm
ready to leave if you are, Darling."

  "Ok.  I'll get our coats.  Back in a couple of minutes."

  When my husband had disappeared to get our wraps, Lance again
was on me.  His hands thrust beneath my bra and captured both of
my tits as his cock rammed into my ass crease.   "You know you
want it, Denise.  You're so fucking hot, you're about to melt. 
Get your husband to leave without you or talk to him on the way
home and get him to bring you back to the party.  I'll give you
the best fucking you've had in years."

  I had just managed to extricate myself from Lance's embrace
when Grant returned.  He held my coat for me, I slipped into it,
and we were on our way.  I didn't even look back at Lance.

  Once we were in the car, and Grant was driving home, he said,
"I didn't think you would want to leave.  I'm a little
surprised."

  "Why didn't you think I would want to leave," I asked more than
a little apprehensive.

  "I saw you on the dance floor with that guy.  It looked to me
like you were having a wonderful time as he felt you up and dry
fucked you.  I just thought you would tell me you wanted to stay
longer."

  "You thought I would cheat on you?" I asked now shocked.

  "Of course not!  I assumed if you wanted to stay and make out
with that guy, you would ask me about it, not cheat on me."

  "I'm really sorry, Honey.  I had 8 stiff drinks... far, far too
many.  I should have known better.  Are you furious at me for
letting that guy feel me up the way he did?"

  "I got hard... really hard.  In fact, all we're doing now is
talking about it and I'm hard again."

  "You really got hard seeing him feeling me up?  You're hard
now?"

  "Feel me."

  I did and found that Grant wasn't exaggerating.  His cock was
rock-hard and rigid.  "It turns you on?"

  "Big time.  It was really erotic."

  "You probably feel that way because you didn't see every thing
I let him do.  What did you see?"

  "I saw him kissing you... really hot kisses... several times. 
Saw him fondling your tits.  He even got one of them out of your
bra."

  "That's all you saw?"

  "Yeah.  Marvin challenged me to a game of pool so I went into
the game room and was there for about two hours.  What did I
miss?"

  "A lot, I'm sorry to say.  He got both of my tits out... played
with my nipples... sucked them.  You saw him dry fucking me.  I
also felt his cock inside his pants.  He put his hand down the
back of my shorts and inside my thong as we danced.  He finger
fucked my ass."

  "Jesus!  Right there on the dance floor?"

  "Yeah.  Just before you came out of the game room, he had my
back against his chest with his cock grinding into my ass.  While
he played with my naked tits with one hand, his other hand was
inside my thong rubbing my clit and finger fucking me.  I was
just about to cum when I saw you coming out of the game room. 
That brought me out of my alcohol daze and to my senses.  I
jerked away and got my tits back inside my blouse before you saw
me.  Now how do you feel?"

  "Like I'm about to cum in my pants!  Who is this guy?"

  "His name is Lance.  He's one of Donna's lovers... at least,
that's what he told me.   "Lance"... I guess that's appropriate."

  "Oh.  He's big?"

  "Yeah.  Really big.  He told me nine inches and it felt like
that too."

  "That is huge.  No wonder you were turned on."

  "Yeah, I'm afraid I was.  I'm so sorry."

  "Don't be.  I thought it was incredibly sexy.  In fact, I
thought you would probably get to enjoy only the second cock
you've ever had in your life tonight."

  "Lance wanted to fuck me.  He asked me several times to go
upstairs with him.  He also asked me to stay at the party while
you went home.  Or to get you to take me back to the party so he
could fuck me."

  "Shall I?"

  "Would you?"

  "Yes.  Shall I drive back?"

  "No.  But thank you, Darling.  First, for not being furious
with me for behaving like a slut, and second, for being generous
enough to allow me to experience another cock for the first time.
 That's why I love you so much.  Want I really want you to do is
drive faster.  I need your cock in me... as soon as possible!"

  "All right... Your wish is my command.  Just remember though,
if you ever want to date another man and enjoy his cock, all you
need do is tell me and then promise you will come home to me and
not fall in love with him."

  "That is never, ever going to happen.  You're my guy... my only
guy.  Lance would have been a lot of fun to fuck, and I'm sure he
would have made me cum a half dozen or more times, but I'll cum
that many with you tonight, and you'll still be with me in the
morning."

  "I will... but remember what I said.

=================================

The Spa and the Trainer:

  After the New Year's Eve party, I started looking at guys
somewhat differently.  Now that I knew that my husband was
excited by the prospect of my dating a guy and getting my
second-ever cock, I found myself checking them out as possible
lovers.  Of course, I had no intention of ever doing anything
like that, but it was exciting to think about it.

  At least once a week, it would come up when Grant and I were in
bed.  The subject never arose when we were making love, but it
did arise when Grant was fucking me.  Sometimes he would bring it
up; others times, I would.  I particularly liked to tease my
husband about doing his friends.  The last time Grant had fucked
me, I teased him about Carl:

  "Your buddy Carl was staring holes through my dress at the
restaurant the other night, Honey.  Do you think he's hot for
your wife's pussy?"  I had suddenly asked Grant while he was
fucking me in missionary position.  Instantly, my hot husband
began ramming his cock into me even harder and deeper.

  "Ungh... uungh... oh shit, Baby.  Yes!  Like that.  Bang it to
me, Honey.  I bet Carl would love to be giving it to me like
you're doing."

  "Hot fuck bitch," he growled.

  "AAaahhhhh yesss... I'm cumming.... aahhhhh.... have you told
Carl I'm a hot fuck bitch, Honey?"

  Occasionally, the subject would come up during the evening
after Gwen and Glenn were in bed.

  "Are you really considering dating another man, Denise," Grant
had suddenly asked me one evening after he had turned off the TV
for the evening.

  "No.  Not really, but it is a very erotic thing to think
about... at least for me.  Is it exciting to you too?"

  "Yeah.  Very much.  I guess that's why I ask about it almost
every week."

  It was fun to talk about and got us both hot in bed, but since
nothing more would come of it, I didn't really give it much
thought.  At least I didn't until the spa where I worked out 3 or
4 times a week hired a new trainer.

--------------------------------------------

  With Gwen and Glenn now in school during the day, I had been
spending three or four days a week at the Country Club's spa. 
The club staffed the spa with one or two professional trainers
whose services and the spa itself were included in the monthly
fees we paid to the club.  As a result, my 35-year old body could
easily pass for one in the mid-20s.  Naturally, Grant loved the
fact that I still had my 34DD-26-38 figure.

  One afternoon, as I was getting ready to start my usual routine
on the treadmill prior to working on the weights and other
exercise machines, I asked Joanne where Malcomb was.

  "Haven't you heard?  Malcomb resigned last week to take a job
as a fitness coach at the university.  But they've already hired
his replacement.  His name's Jack Stevens... and wait until you
see him!"

  I grinned at Joanne.  "Does that comment mean he's good
looking?"

  "Denise, lots of guys are good looking.  This guy makes me want
to just lie down and spread my legs."

  I was in the middle of my routine on the treadmill when Jack
Stevens came into the room.  Since Joanne and I were the only two
members present at the time, we had his full attention.  Since
Joanne was working with the weights and that requires more
attention and advice from the trainer than work on the treadmill,
he spent the first 10 minutes or so observing her techniques and
giving her advice as to things she should do differently.

  I didn't mind at all being second as that gave me time to check
out our new trainer.  Joanne certainly hadn't been exaggerating
about Jack Stevens.  The guy was about 23 or 24 with a body and a
face that would have excited a nun.

  He seemed to be a perfect mixture of young versions of Tom
Cruise, Sylvester Stallone, and Tom Selleck.  In his gym shorts
and tight tank top, his beautifully sculptured muscles rippled
with his every motion.  Like Stallone, his body was ripped with
powerful muscles.  When he bent over to demonstrate the proper
lifting techniques for Joanne, his tight. muscular buttocks and
trim ass were facing me.  I found myself picturing how hard those
powerful thighs and buttocks would drive his cock into a woman
when he was mounted on her.  Of course, in my mind, that woman
was me.  I could feel the crotch of my leotard getting wet.

  His handsome face reminded me of a young Tom Cruise, but his
dark complexion, wavy dark hair, penetrating eyes, and a close
cropped beard gave him the sensuous maturity of a Tom Selleck. 
It was hard to imagine that this man had ever heard the word "no"
from a woman.  Even from halfway across the room, I could see
that Joanne was enthralled with the man.  I was sure that when
and if Jack Stevens decided to fuck her, it wouldn't even occur
to Joanne to say no.

  By the time Jack turned his attention to me, I was lying on my
back on the press bench getting ready to begin my reps with the
weight bar.  As usual, I had my legs splayed, one on each side of
the bench.  I wasn't surprised when he approached so that he had
a clear view between my open thighs... directly at the crotch of
my leotard.

  "Hi.  I'm Jack.  The new trainer," he said with a broad smile.

  "I know.  You're even better looking and sexier than I was
told.  I'm Denise, Denise Balinger."  I knew I was flirting
outrageously with this sexy young guy, but he was so hot, it was
hard to resist.

  "Well, thank you Denise.  How much weight are you lifting?"

  "40 lbs.  Is that too much?  Not enough?"

  "That sounds about right," Jack replied, his eyes still darting
back and forth between my crotch, my tits, and my face.  "Are you
doing a sufficient number of reps?"

  "As many as I can.  I always like to do it as many times as I
can."  He grinned at the obvious double entendre.  I felt like a
slut, but I was loving it.

  "You should.  But don't increase the weight any further without
consulting me first.  You want to tone and trim your body so it
will be gorgeous.  Too much weight will build bulging muscles."

  "They look really good on you, Jack."

  "I'm a guy.  Muscles look good on a guy, but not so good on a
woman."

  "Ok.  Do you see anything that you think needs work, Jack?  Any
part of me that needs to be worked on?"  I could see the already
sizable bulge in his gym shorts getting larger.  The bigger it
got, the wetter my pussy got.

  "You look pretty good all over to me, Denise.  Call me when you
get to your stretching exercises and I'll take a closer look. 
You know, you should always have someone spotting the bar for you
when you're doing bench presses.  Just in case you lose your
grip.  It wouldn't do to have a 40 lb weight crashing down on
your chest.  I'll spot the bar for you."

  I knew there was no need for a spotter with only 40 lbs on the
bar, but I certainly was not going to object to this hot guy
spotting the bar for me.  He moved to the other side of bench
near my head and straddled my head with his arms and hands
outstretched ready to grab the bar should I lose control of it. 
The normal spotting position is to stand a half foot or so beyond
my head, not straddle it.

  I knew perfectly well that he was teasing me.  I had teased
him... now it was his turn to return the favor.  And god... was
he ever doing a great job of it.  His balls and partially erect
cock were now not more than six or seven inches above my eyes. 
Each time I lifted the bar, he squatted and leaned forward
bringing that huge shaft even closer.

  I continued to lift.  Jack continued to move up and down over
my face.  Slowly, he squatted even more closing the distance
between my eyes and his cock.  After five minutes, he was hard...
really hard.  I couldn't tell if he was fully hard or not, but
his dick was already at least 8 inches.  My pussy was rapidly
turning into a swamp.

  "I think that's enough bench presses, Denise.  Or do you want
to do some more.  I can spot for you as long as you want to
continue."

  The sexy stud knew I wanted to continue until he was mashing
his cock into my face, but I forced myself to reply, "Yeah.  I
think you're right.  I'll work on the overhead bar for awhile."

  Work on the overhead bar required that I extend my arms to
grasp the bar and then pull downward to lift the attached
weights.  When I pulled the bar down behind my back, my arms and
shoulders were extended backwards causing my tits to thrust
forward.  Jack was keeping a close eye on my technique.

  "That's very good, Denise.  But extend your arms further back.
Pull the bar down 10 to 12 inches behind your back."

  "Is that the best way to do it?"

  "Absolutely."

  I followed Jack's directions and he moved even closer to check
out my "technique".  Of course, what he was really doing was
checking out my 34DD tits.

  "Excellent, Denise.  Call me when you start your stretching
routines."

  About 30 minutes later, I was done with my session except for
the stretching exercises, which were always done last.  At the
start, the muscles are too tight.

  "Let's begin with the flexibility routines, Denise."

  I nodded and began with leg stretching exercises.  As I
stretched my legs, I made certain to bend over at the waist
giving Jack a great view of my tits.  He moved closer.

  After 10 minutes of leg-stretching exercises during which Jack
kept urging me to stretch further and bend over more, I switched
to back bends.  In this routine, I spread my feet wide apart and
did a full back bend placing my hands on the floor to support my
body.  Then I would stand up and do it again.

  Initially, I was having some trouble completing the full back
bend.  "You're not spreading your feet far enough, Denise.  Move
them further apart and try again." I followed his instructions
and this time completed the maneuver.  Once I was in the full
back-bend position, Jack knelt in front of me, not more than a
couple of feet from my open legs.  "That's perfect, Denise.  Now,
let's do it a few more times."

  For the hip stretching exercises that completed amy session, I
pressed my back against the wall for support and extended my leg
as close to vertical and as close to the wall as I could get it.
I had been doing stretching exercises for several years and had
no problems getting my leg up the wall.  Naturally, Jack was
right in front of me, presumably to offer advice, but really it
was to get a good view between my gaping legs.

---------------------------------------------

  For the next two weeks, every time I went to the spa to
exercise, Jack was right there... giving me advice and watching
to see that did every thing right.  Before my set was half done,
he always had what looked to me like a full, very hard erection.
He looked big, but it was hard to tell when he was wearing an
athletic supporter inside his gym shorts.

  The third week, I changed my workout outfit to something
sexier, a pair of hip-hugging workout pants and a matching halter
top that left my midriff bare.  The halter didn't show any
cleavage, but with my midriff and part of my abdomen bare, it got
Jack's attention immediately.

  Since I wasn't wearing a sports bra beneath my halter, when I
worked out on the treadmill, my 34DD tits never stopped bouncing.
 The other women were, of course, angry and jealous, but what was
more important to me was the fact that Jack never took his eyes
off my jiggling, bouncing tits.

  Although my halter didn't show any cleavage, whenever I
stretched my arms upward, it would pull up and expose the low
curves of my tits, which was far more erotic than cleavage.  That
happened the first time when I was lying on the bench doing
presses.  This time Jack didn't spot me since he preferred to be
at the foot of the bench looking up my halter as it slid up my
tits.

  When I switched the standing lifts of the bar, every time I
raised the bar to my shoulders, a few inches of bare tit flesh
would show.

  My halter pulled up almost to my nipples when I raised my arms
above my head to work out on the pull down bar.  Now, the bulge
in Jack's pants became really big.

  The last time I went to the spa during the fourth week after
Jack had started working there as the in-house trainer, I
switched to a red top and a pair of hip-hugging shorts that I
wore with no panties underneath.  The material was so thin and
tight, the shorts outlined my camel toe perfectly.

  When I did the back-bend exercises with Jack right in his usual
position right in front of my open thighs, I could feel the
material pull into my slit.  I was wet... very wet.  I wondered
if Jack could see my cunt through the shorts.

  When I got home from that exercise class, I was so hot I
couldn't wait until Grant came home to take care of me.  As soon
as I was through the front door, I was pulling off my workout top
and shorts.  I didn't even consider taking the time to shower or
even going to the bedroom.  A minute later, I was on the couch
with my legs wide open and fingers furiously finger fucking and
rubbing my clit.  I had three powerful orgasms before I managed
to force myself to take my fingers out of my cunt and go clean up
for my husband.

  When I was in the shower, I decided I needed to get some more
advice from my Mom about the dating game.

==============================

Advanced Dating Game Strategy:

  The weather was nice with a cool breeze blowing off the water
as Mom and I took still another stroll around the lake.  I was
pretty sure that she had an idea of what this new conference was
about, but I hadn't given her any advance information.

  "So?  What's on your mind, Denise?  Husband problems?  Is Grant
cheating on you?"

  "Oh no.  Not at all.  The problem is me, not him.  Mom, you
told me that you were a virgin on your wedding night just like I
was.  But every time I've asked you a question about things you
may have done with other men since your were married, you've
always given me the same answer."

  "Yep.  And my answer is still the same, Denise.  That
information is on a need-to-basis."

  "That's why I wanted to talk with you, Mom.  I think I now
need-to-know."

  "And why is that?"

  "That's what I want to tell you.  Several months ago at a New
Year's Eve party, I had far too much to drink and one the sexiest
guys I've ever met started hitting on me... really started
hitting on me.  In practically no time, I found myself out on the
dance floor with this ruggedly handsome stud with him feeling me
up and dry fucking me like crazy.  He got me off into a dimly
lighted corner and got both of my tits out.  He even got his hand
inside my panties and finger fucked me.  I had an orgasm while he
was whispering how he couldn't wait to fuck me."

  "Why didn't you stop him, Denise.  Did you tell him to stop?"

  "I finally did when I saw Grant coming out of the game room,
but the truth is that I really didn't want him to stop.  Anyway,
when I saw my husband, I did pull away and put my tits back
inside my top.  I thought I had dodged the bullet, so to speak,
but on the drive home, Grant told me he had seen me making out
with Lance."

  "Was he furious?"

  "I asked him the same question.  His answer was 'no'.  In fact,
he told me that watching me making out with Lance got him hard...
really hard.  When I didn't believe him, he told me was still
hard and that I should feel him and find out for myself.  I did,
and my god... his cock felt like a iron bar."  I expected my
mother to be shocked, but instead, she was smiling.

  "Go on.  What else did your sexy husband say when he was
driving his slutty wife home?"

  "He asked if Lance's cock was big, and I told him that I wasn't
sure, but it felt huge when he was grinding it against my pussy
and that Lance had told me it was nine inches."

  "God!  That is big.  Really big.  How did Grant react to that
information?"

  "You won't believe it but he said that he thought the whole
thing was incredibly sexy and that he also thought that I would
probably be enjoying my second cock later that night."

  "Did you?"

  "I wanted to... I really wanted to, Mom.  I'm 35 and no one but
Grant has ever fucked me.  I was filled with thoughts that I
might go to my grave without ever knowing what another man would
be like, but I didn't have sex with Lance."

  "Because Grant objected?"

  "No, he didn't.  In fact, he gave me permission to fuck Lance
if I wanted to.  On the drive home, I told Grant that Lance
wanted me to persuade him to take me back to the party so he
could fuck me.  His response was to ask if he should do that.  I
asked him if he would, and he said yes.  He even assured me that
he would be Ok with my enjoying Lance's cock."

  "But you refused?"

  "I did.  I told him that his cock was the only one I wanted and
I would never... ever... fuck another man.  He took me home, and
I spent several hours fucking him into complete exhaustion."

  "Sounds like a happy ending.  So what's the big problem?"

  "The problem is that I've now met another guy.  His name's
Jack.  He's only 24 years old, and he's just as sexy and handsome
as Lance.  To make matters worse, he's the new trainer at the spa
where I work out 3 or 4 times a week.  So I see him constantly,
and by the time I leave the spa, my pussy is a swamp, and it's
getting harder and harder for me to resist."

  "I gather you want to fuck him, and probably Lance too...
right?"

  "Yeah.  I do, but how do I tell my husband that after swearing
to him that his cock was the only one I wanted and that I would
never fuck another man?  Do you see why I need to know how you
handled this problem.  You must have been tempted to try another
man or two.  Were you?"

  "I guess you do need the advanced course in how to play the
dating game, Honey.  Let's go have a snack and some wine while I
give you some pointers."

-------------------------------------------------

  Thirty minutes later, we were enjoying a variety of cheeses
with a good cabernet.  We had selected a table all the way at the
back of the restaurant so we would have some privacy.  I waited
patiently for Mom to say something.

  "I had the same problems that you're now facing, Denise.  By
the time I was thirty, I couldn't keep from checking out every
decent looking man I met and wondering what they would be like in
bed, how they would fuck me, how big their cocks were... every
thing.  I had the same worry you have... that I would die never
knowing what other men were like... never knowing how much fun I
might have missed.  And like you, I couldn't figure out any way
to tell my husband about my slutty desires."

  "So what happened?  Did you cheat on Dad?"

  "I thought about it... really thought about it, and a couple of
times I almost did it... sort like you with Lance at that New
Year's Eve party.  But also like you, I couldn't go through with
it."

  "What I didn't realize was that your dad knew every thing.  He
had seen me checking out other men... panting over them, and then
later, when I practically attacked him, he knew how much the
other men were turning me on.  Like Grant, Wayne asked me if I
would like to enjoy another man assuring me that he would be Ok
with it.  And like you, I turned him down declaring emphatically
that he was all the man I wanted or would ever need."

  "My god, Mom.  You and I did almost exactly the same thing.  So
what happened then?"

  "I was taking golf lessons from the club pro who was Lance's
and Jack's counterpart.  It was bad.  I was in heat everytime I
was around him.  Of course, your dad saw this.  It was my 32nd
birthday, and Wayne had told me to dress hot and sexy because I
was going out for dinner and dancing and from there back to the
Hilton where every one of my hot holes were going to be royally
fucked.  Those were his exact words.  I remember them well.   I
should... everytime I think about them, it makes my pussy wet...
like right now."

  "As ordered, I dressed hot... really hot.  A tight, short
sheathe that just barely covered my ass, no bra, no panties, and
four-inch heels.  The dress exposed the top third of both of my
tits, and I couldn't sit down or even bend over slightly without
showing my pussy and ass.  You and Andy were with your
grandparents, and Wayne had told me to be ready by 7 PM.  It was
almost that time when I made my grand entrance into our den to
knock my husband's eyes out with my hot outfit."

  Mom paused, closed her eyes, and licked her top lip...
obviously reliving and savoring the memory.  "And?"  I said
hardly able to contain my won excitement.

  "And there in our den sat my birthday present... Vince Jacobs,
the club's golf pro.  His tight shirt had several buttons open
showing off the rippling muscles of his chest with a gold
medallion and chain in the center.  His slacks were so tight they
appeared to be sprayed on, and his cock... of my god his cock!...
it was only partially hard, but it was already at least eight
inches of man meat."

  "What did you say, Mom?"

  "I was speechless.  My mouth was open... I think.  I know my
pussy was throbbing.  Vince stood up and said, "I'm your date for
tonight... all night.  Happy birthday, Ava.  We have reservations
at Jacque's for a four-star French dinner.  Following that, I'm
taking you dancing at a hot club where I can show you off.  And
then I've reserved a suite at the Hilton where we're going to
enjoy a long night of hot sex."

  "What did you say then, Mom?  Anything?"

  "I stammered something like, 'I can't.  My husband.  I can't
cheat on him.'   But Vince replied, "It's not cheating, Ava. 
Wayne set all this up.  He knew you would object so he told me to
give you this note to read."

  "What did the note say?"

  My mother grinned and replied, "It was short and to the point.
It said, "Shut Up!  Stop objecting!  Vince is going to fuck you
all night long objections or no objections.  So enjoy your
birthday present.  Tomorrow night, I expect a complete detailed
accounting while I give you a similar second birthday present."

   "Did Vince fuck you that night, Mom?"

  "Seven times... for hours and hours and hours.  It was
glorious.  But you know what.  The next night with Wayne was even
better.  Now, I think Grant is just as perceptive as Wayne.  He
knew you wanted to fuck Lance at that party and offered to let
you enjoy his cock, but you turned him down.  I'm sure he also
knows how much Jack turns you on. Just sit down with him and ask
his permission to have sex with them.  I think he'll take it from
there."

  "Did you see other men after that night with Vince, Mom?"

  "Of course.  Your father and I made a regular thing of it from
that time on.  We did it about once every two months, but not
with the same man every time.  That was more fun, and I didn't
want to get too tight with just one guy."

  "Are you still doing it?"

  "Yes.  Regularly."

  "Can I ask how many men?"

  "Your father keeps a log with detailed entries.  It turns us
both on to read some of our meetings from the past.   At last
count, I have had 37 lovers, most of them multiple times."

  "So I should just tell Grant directly that I want to try sex
with another man?"

  "That's my advice.  He will want to watch, but put that off for
later until you are both comfortable with your new lifestyle. 
Like Wayne, Grant is a supremely confident man.  He knows you
love him so don't worry about telling him that a lover has a
bigger cock than he does or that some guy fucked you ten times in
one night.  You can even tease him a little, but be certain you
protect your man.  Don't ever let anyone do anything that might
humiliate him.  If any man does that, kick him in the balls and
leave.  Understand?"

  "Mom, thanks.  How does Dad feel about you're being with other
men now after all these years?"

  "I'm 56 and he's 59, but he stills screws me like a wild
stallion six times a week.  That answer your question, Honey?"

===================================

First Date:

  The next time I worked out at the spa, Jack spent over half the
time watching me, giving me advice, and taking every opportunity
to check out my tits and thighs.  After I had finished and taken
a shower, I stopped by his private office and knocked on the open
door.  As soon as he saw who it was, he smiled and motioned me to
come in.

  "Any problems, Denise?  Anything I can help you with?" he
asked.

  "Yes.  You can answer a question for me.  I would really
appreciate a truthful answer."

  "Sure.  No problem.  What is it?"

  "Would you like to date me?"

  "I assume you're serious."

  "Very serious.  Well?"

  "I'd love to date you.  Are you available this coming weekend?"

  "I think so.  Let's assume I am.  If it turns our otherwise,
I’ll let you know Friday when I come for my workout."

  "Great.  I suggest we spend a weekend at the Marriott Inn. 
I'll reserve us a room, and meet you there at 7 PM Saturday
night.  We'll spend the weekend until Monday morning dining out,
dancing, and making love.  Is that what you had in mind for a
date?"

  "A weekend is really erotic, but I need to make one change. 
The dining and dancing are fine, but I only make love with my
husband.  But I'd love to have you fuck me multiple times."

  "I don't think that will be a problem as hot as you've gotten
me over the last couple of months.  What about your husband? 
Does he know?"

  "Not yet, but he will before Saturday night unless I have to
cancel."

  "Ok.  I hope you wear something really hot and sexy."

  "I don't think you'll be disappointed, Jack."

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  Grant had just come back into our den after getting Glenn and
Gwen to bed.  He sat down in his lounge chair and picked up the
evening paper, but before he could start reading, I stopped him.

  "Leave the paper for later, Honey.  I need to talk to you."

  "Ok.  Sounds serious."

  "I suppose it is.  Jack has asked me for a date this coming
weekend.  He wants me to spend the weekend with him at the
Marriott Inn from Saturday night at 7 PM until some time Monday
morning."

  "And you want to accept?"

  "Only if you're still Ok with the idea of my having another
man.  You said you were after that New Year's Eve party.  Are you
still Ok with it?"

  "Anxious to find out what another cock is like after 35 years
of having only mine... right?"

  "Yeah.  That's it.  Can I?"

  "What if he's better than I am?  Will you come back to me on
Monday?"

  "Honey, there's no way he can be better than you.  I'm deeply
in love with you.  You know that.  And af you're uncomfortable
with the idea, I won't do it, and I absolutely will never cheat
on you.  But I want to be truthful with you.  While you're
fabulous in bed and a great lover, you have fucked me over 3000
times in the 12 years we've been married.  If I meet Jack on
Saturday night, it will the first time he's had me and my first
time with any other man.  That's incredibly erotic, so I'm sure
he will get me off dozens of times, and I'll go wild every time
he fucks me, not because he's better, but because he's new.  To
answer your question, I'll be back on Monday.  Promise."

  "Any chance you could invite him here so I can watch and enjoy
it along with you?"

  "Not this first time, Honey.  Truthfully, if you were watching
me, I would be so inhibited and nervous, there would be no way I
could enjoy it, but I promise to tell you every single hot detail
on Monday while you fuck your slutty wife's brains out, and I'll
call you from time to time during the weekend so you won't
worry."

  "How about in the future?  Any chance I'll get to watch...
maybe participate?"

  "MMmmmm... a threesome with you and another guy?  That's sounds
wonderful.  Are you really all right with this?  I don't want you
doing it just because you're afraid I will be angry if you say
no."

  "Denise, remember when I told you I got hard watching you
making out with Lance and even harder at the thought that he
would be fucking you that night?"

  "I remember very well, Honey."

  "Well, I'm hard again... really hard.  Get your sexy ass over
here and ride my cock.  Now!"

  Squealing with delight, I jumped up and had my panties off in a
second.  Two more seconds later, I was straddling my husband's
thighs as we both worked frantically to get his cock out of his
pants.  It took some effort because he was hard as stone. 
Finally, I had to stand up and pull his pants and shorts off as
he raised his ass off the chair.  Throwing them aside, I dropped
my skirt to the floor and mounted him again.  Using my hand, I
positioned his cock at my wet opening.

  Before taking him inside my cunt, I leaned forward and
whispered, "What if I told you that Jack fucked me after my
workout this afternoon and that I haven't had time to clean up? 
Still wanna fuck me, Honey?  Sloppy seconds appeal to you?"

  Grant's dick was already rock hard, but amazingly, he seemed to
get even harder and bigger in my hand.

  "Oh god!  Is your cunt's really full of his load?  Aaahhhh
god... that's one my hottest fantasies!  Hurry!  Ram that
cum-filled cunt down on my cock, Honey.  Fuck my cock, Slut!"

  Teasingly, I lowered my hips just enough to allow two inches of
Grant's cock to slip inside my vagina.  Contracting my vaginal
muscles, I squeezed the helmet of his cock... once... twice...
three times.  Each time I did it, my wildly excited husband
groaned and begged me to let him sink all the way into me.

  "I'm not really full of Jack's cum, Honey.  I haven't fucked
him.  I was just teasing you.  Do you want me to stop now that
you know you're not getting sloppy seconds?"

  "You teasing Bitch!  Fuck me... Take all of it!"

  "But I don't want to disappoint you, Honey.  I don't have
another man's hot load up my pussy.  Are you sure you don't me to
get off and let you read the newspaper?" I couldn't keep from
giggling like an excited school girl as I worked my pussy up and
down the top inches of my husband's raging cock.

  "Please," Grant moaned.  "I'll bet you're not going to torture
Jack like this when you're with him this weekend," he groaned.

  "You're right, Honey.  I won't.  That's why neither Jack nor
any other lover is ever going to get me away from you.  I know
you love me so I can enjoy teasing you like this and be certain
that you won't get mad."

  "That works two ways, you sexy witch," my husband growled as he
pushed two fingers into my ass and used them to pull me all the
way down on his hard dick.  Once he had it buried, he pulled his
fingers out, jerked my lips down to his, and kissed me
passionately.  My vagina quivered around his throbbing cock.

  "Now fuck that hot cunt on me, Wife!"

  Moaning, I began sliding my pussy all the up and down Grant's
shaft using long, slow, sensuous strokes.  When I felt his rod
beginning to jerk hard, my hips went into overdrive.  His load
exploded up my pussy almost immediately.  For almost 30 seconds,
my husband continued to shoot stream after stream of his load
into my now gushing hole.

  Although his orgasm eventually ebbed, his cock stayed hard. 
Holding my hips, he began screwing me again.

  "MMmmm... I love that," I hissed in his ear.  "You're still
rock hard.  What are you thinking about, Lover, that's keeping
you so hard?"

  "Unnghh... unngghh... ahhhh fuck... you're wet and tight... 
You know what I'm thinking about... oohhhhh god.... that feels so
good."

  "Tell me.... ooohhhhh fuck yes.... tell me... fuck me and tell
me."

  "I'm thinking about Jack's big cock sinking in and out of your
pussy.... uuummm aaahhh...yesss."

  "UUnnghh... harder, Darling.  Ram me harder!  AAAHHHH... yes...
yes!  Like that! MMmmmmm... I have to tell you, Honey, that
Jack's not going to be fucking your wife's pussy...
aaaahhhhhhhh... uunnghhh...!"

  "Ohhh fuck!  I'm about to cum again."

  "Me too.  Bang me like a hot slut, Honey... Ram it into
meeeeeeeeeee!"  I didn't have to ask my randy husband twice.  His
hips jack hammered his throbbing cock in and out of my wet hole
until we were both screaming as his dick jerked and throbbed
inside my convulsing hole.

  Ten minutes later, we were still coupled together when my
husband asked, "What did you mean when you said that Jack's not
going to be fucking your pussy, Denise?  You don't think he'll
have sex with you this weekend?"

  "Of course, he's going to have sex with me, Darling.  My guess
is that he'll fuck me at least a half dozen times, but he won't
be fucking your wife's pussy;  he's going to be ramming his big
cock up her cunt."

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  I spent several hours on Thursday and then again on Friday
shopping for sexy outfits to wear for Jack on the coming weekend.
 Grant wanted to see them, but I told him he would have to wait
his turn.  "Jack gets first chance to see them, Honey.  He's my
date this weekend, you know.  But you'll get to see what I wear
Saturday night before he does."

  "Do you plan on wearing something hot to the Marriott Inn or
wait until you get there to put it on?" my husband asked.

  "I'll let you decide, Honey.  But if you want me wear something
sexy, you have to help me dress."  As soon as I said that, I
could Grant's cock responding.

  "I'd like to do that."

  "I know you would.  Your cock has already told me."

  While I was getting ready for my date on Saturday afternoon,
Grant took Gwen and Glenn to the grandparents to spend the
weekend.  They were both wildly excited since they had learned
years ago that the principle job of grandparents was to spoil the
grandchildren rotten.

  At 6:15 PM, I came into the den where Grant was watching a ball
game on TV.  As soon as I entered, he lost interest in the game.
He literally couldn't take his eyes off of me.  For a moment, I
wondered why I was going out with another man when I had the best
there was living with me.   As his eyes traveled up the length of
my legs that were almost totally exposed by my ultra-short dress,
I could see his cock was again hard... very hard.

  "Oh Fuck!  You're just gorgeous."

  "Thank you.  But am I sexy and hot?"

  "I'm so fucking hard, it hurts."

  "That's what I wanted to hear!  I love you, Honey."

  "Are you wearing a bra under that tiny dress?"

  "Nope.  Do you mind?"

  "Not if you promise you'll go out with me without a bra."

  "From this moment on, Grant, you're never going to hear your
wife say 'no' to any request you make.  I promise.  My no-saying
days to you are over... forever.  If you want to take me out
naked under a coat, I'll do it."

  "What if I don't let you wear the coat?"

  "I'll still do it, but you have to promise to bail me out of
jail when I get arrested."

  "Are you wearing panties?"

  "Yes.  The dress is too short to wear without panties.  But
they're sheer black and nearly transparent."

  "Can I see?"

  "I told you my no-saying days are over, Honey."  I took a seat
on the couch, planted my heels on the cushions and opened my
legs.  Grant squeezed his cock frantically through his pants as
he stared at my cunt that could be seen through the thin panties.

  "You're fantastically hot, Denise.  Just an inferno of hot
sensuality.  I want to fuck you so badly it's hard to believe."

  "I won't say no, Darling."

  "I know, but I also know you would prefer that I wait... so I'm
going to wait, but I don't know how.  I'm going to have to jack
off a dozen times this weekend."

  "I have another huge favor to ask, Honey."

  "What is it?"

  "Do you think you could resist jacking off this weekend.  The
thought that your cock is iron hard, throbbing, and leaking
precum all weekend because you're so hot to fuck me just sends me
over the edge."

  "All right.  I'll try but I can't make any promises.  It's very
likely that I'm going to get so turned and excited that I'll have
a spontaneous ejaculation without even touching my dick."

  "Oh my god!  That's so hot!  It that happens, it's ok, Honey. 
But I want to hear all about it when I come home on Monday."

  "I'll tell you what happened here while you're telling me what
you and Jack did... every hot, sexy detail.  Ok?"

  "I promise.  It's almost 7 PM.  I have to go,"  I said as I
picked up my suitcase and the small tote bag containing my makeup
and personal toilet articles.

  "Have fun, Darling.  And don't feel guilty.  We're doing this
together.  So be blazingly hot for him."

  I nodded and was halfway through the door before I stopped and
turned back to face my husband.  "Are you absolutely sure you're
Ok with this, Honey?  I'll cancel in a heartbeat if you want me
to."

  "Get your sexy ass out of her, you hot slut."

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  Jack was waiting for me in the lobby of the Marriott Inn.  As
soon as he saw me in my short dress carrying my bags, he did a
double take, rose to his feet and practically ran to meet me.

  "God!  You look fantastic, Denise!  I wasn't sure you'd show
up.  Here.  Let me take that stuff."

  "Thank you, Honey.  You really didn't have to worry.  I don't
stand up sexy 24-year old studs."  That brought a broad smile to
his face.  "As I told you, you're in charge for the weekend. 
What's first?"

  "First is we take your bags up to our room after which I'm
going to spend two hours fucking you and making you cum.  After
that, we have reservations for a late dinner at Luigi's.  Ready
to head up to our room?"

  "More than ready, Stud," I whispered in his ear.  Reaching
down, I squeezed Jack's cock and found it iron hard.  "MMmmm...
that's thing's big... and hard...  really HARD!  I think you're
more than ready to give me a royal screwing."

  We were the only guests in the elevator to the 7th floor, and
Jack took full advantage of the situation.  The elevator doors
hadn't completely closed before he had me in his arms kissing me
with a lot of tongue.  His hands jerked my dress up around my
hips and caressed my naked ass.  By the time we reached the fifth
floor, he had his hand inside my panties finger fucking me.

  "Oh yesss... feel me, Jack.  Aahhhh," I moaned as his fingers
slipped into my soaked pussy.

  "You're so fucking wet and hot!  And your clit... my god...
it's hard!"

  "OH!  OH!  OH!  AAahhhhh fuck.... rub it, Honey...
Aaaahhhhhhhh!!"  When the elevator doors opened, he led me out
into the hallway, but he didn't stop working on my throbbing
clit."

  "Oh god... someone might see us, Lover," I moaned.

  Jack pushed another finger into my hot hole and whispered hotly
in my ear, "What me to stop?"

  "NOOooo... NO!!  Don't stop...  Do it to meee."  We were
halfway down the hallway leading to our room when I had my first
orgasm of the weekend.

  "OOHHH GAWD DAMN!  OOHHHH GAWD DAMN!  I'm cumming.... you're
making me cummmm.... uunnghhh... aaahhhhhhhhh!!"  My vagina and
clitoris were still throbbing when Jack used his swipe key to
open the door to our room.  A moment later, I was sitting on the
bed still trembling in the aftermath of my orgasm.  With my dress
up around my hips, all of my thighs were exposed when I crossed
my legs with my ankle resting on my other knee.

  "Your legs are awesome!  I've been looking at them for months,
Denise... particularly when you're doing your stretching
exercises.  I've gotten a huge hard-on everytime."

  "I know you have.  I haven't been able to take my eyes off of
it the bulge in your gym shorts.  You're hard as stone right now,
aren't you?"

  "Oh fuck yes!  Spread your legs, Denise.  Let me see your
panties."

  "What ever you say, Lover," I hissed as I opened my thighs and
arched my hips to let Jack see the full expanse of my
panty-covered cunt.

  "Your cunt!" Jack cried.  "Pull the panties aside and show me
your hot cunt.  I've been dying to see it for months."

  Hooking my fingers in side of my panties, I pulled them aside
baring my shaved cunt and its flared slit.  "Like it, Lover.  I
hope so.  You're going to be buried in it all weekend."

  Jack squeezed and stroked his huge dick as he stared right at
my exposed pussy.  "Jesus!  You're one fantastically sexy woman!"

  "Get naked, Jack.  I want to see your cock.  I've been as wild
to see it as you've been to see my cunt.  Show what I'm going to
be enjoying all weekend, Stud.  Hurry!  Take it out, Lover!"  I
was rubbing my clit and finger fucking my hole as I watched the
young stud strip.  The hot bastard teased me by leaving his
briefs on to the last.  Then he stepped close and pulled them
down.

  Now it was me who did the double take.  His body was
magnificent and his cock... Oh my god!  His cock!  It was
standing almost straight up... rigid... hard... swollen... a huge
fuck spike!   I finger fucked and rubbed faster.

  "OH FUCK!  WHAT A COCK!"  I gasped.

  "Now it's your turn, Denise.  Turn over.  Show me your hot
ass."

  "Yes!  Oh hell Yes!  I want to show my ass... I want you to see
it!"  I flipped over onto my knees and thrust my ass back toward
him.  I was actually hoping that he would ram that gorgeous cock
up my ass right then and there.

  "WHAT AN ASS!  You're not going to believe how hard I'm going
to fuck it, Denise.  Don't worry though.  I brought some lube and
some condoms."

  "I also brought some astroglide, Lover, but you won't need the
condoms with me unless you want to use them."

  "You're on the pill?" he asked.

  "No, but I think I'm safe at this time of month.  But it's up
to you, Honey.  Bareback or condoms... whichever you want."   Of
course, I was on the pill, but I knew that men get incredibly hot
by the thought that they might be shooting their loads into a
fertile cunt... just another basic principle of dating game
theory.  Jack's hot moan and his throbbing prick told me what I
had said turned him on big time.

  "Get naked, Denise.  I've got to see all of you.  I can't wait
any longer."

  Neither can I, Baby," I hissed as I jerked my dress over my
head letting him see that I was braless.  His moans and jerking
dick had me boiling hot.  Raising my ass off the bed, I pulled
off my panties and then stretched out on the bed on my back with
my legs wide open.

  "See anything you think you might like to fuck with that
monster cock of yours, Stud?"

  "Oh fuck YES!"

  "Then hand me my cell phone out of my handbag, Lover, and get
on me, Baby."

  Jack got a puzzled look on his face but his desire to sink his
sex log into my gaping fuck hole overpowered any other thoughts.
Handing me my cell phone, he groaned as he climbed onto the bed
beside me.   I steepled my knees and welcomed him into my sex
saddle.  He quickly socked his hips between my thighs spreading
me wide open and making my cunt a gushing, flared target for his
big sex gun.  Leaning over me, he aligned his cock with my
opening.

  "Don't fuck me yet, Baby.  Just keep that big dick right at my
opening.  I promised to call my husband first.  That sound hot to
you, Lover?"  I punched in the quick dial code to my husband's
cell phone.  As I expected, he answered on the first ring.

  "What's happening?" he souted as soon as he answered.  "Tell
me!  I've been going crazy."

  "We're both naked, Honey.  Jack's got me in bed on my back. 
He's between my legs holding my legs up and back.  His cock is
just fucking huge, Honey.  It's got to be at least nine inches
and incredibly thick.  He's hard as stone."

  "Has he fucked you yet?"  Grant gasped.

  "Not yet.  His cock is about an inch outside my cunt right now,
Honey.  If he just hunches his hips a little, he'll be in your
wife's hot cunt hole.  But he hasn't put it in me yet.  I wanted
to call you first... to give you one final chance to tell me to
stop...  should I tell Jack to fuck his big cock into my cunt,
Honey?"

  "YES!  YES!  YES!  TELL HIM TO FUCK YOU!"

  "I think he heard you, Darling.  He's spreading me wider now,
Grant.  Aahhh god... he's pushing my legs further back.  HE'S
GETTING READY....   I tossed the cell phone onto the other side
of the bed without breaking the connection.  With my hands free,
I wrapped my legs around Jack's hips and rammed my pussy upward
as he drove down into my hole.

  AAAHHHGGGAAAAAA!!  UUNNGGHHH!!  AAAAHHHHH... HE'S IN MEEEEEE! 
HE'S FUCKING ME WITH THAT HUGE COCK.... GGGHHHAAAAAA!!!"

  Jack rammed into me like a wild stallion driving my ass deep
into the mattress making it whoopf and squeak.  The mattress
sounds mixed with my shrill shrieks and moans and his deep
masculine grunts.  My first ever climax on another man's cock
erupted deep inside my cunt in less than 15 seconds.  With Jack
giving me the hardest, deepest fucking I had ever had in my life,
my cunt erupted a second time less than a minute later.

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  It was too hot... too fucking hot!  There was no way I could
possibly keep from jacking off.  My wife had left her cell phone
on so I could hear the sounds of their first coupling. 
Frantically, I pumped my throbbing cock as I listened:

  "GGGHHHAAAA!" ...  a very short pause, then,  "GGGHHHAAAA!" 
followed by an even shorter pause.  "GGGHHHAAAA!" ...
"GGGHHHAAAA!" ... "GGGHHHAAAA!" ... "OOOHHHH GOD I'M CUMMING...
FUCK ME HARDER, YOU HOT BASTARD... GIVE IT TO MEEEEEEEEEEE!!!" 
my wife screamed wildly.

  The tempo of the fucking increased when my wife screamed for
him to fuck her harder.  The protests of the mattress as he
slammed my wife's body into it mixed with her cries:

  WHOOMPF ... "AAAHHH".....WHOOMPF ... "AAAHHH".....WHOOMPF ...
"AAAHHH".....WHOOMPF ... "AAAHHH".....WHOOMPF ... "AAAHHH".....
again and again.

  I jacked off faster... trying not to shoot off.  Finally, I had
to take my hand off my swollen, throbbing dick to prevent my
ejaculation.

  "Oh gawd damn!  I can't hold it any longer.  Gonna pump in the
first load, Denise.  Are you sure I don't need to use a condom?"

  "FUCK MY HOLE... FUCK IT!  SHOOT IN IT!  CUM IN MEEEEEEEEEEE! 
I'll CUM WITH YOU... SHOOT IT INTO ME!!"

  WHOOMPF.."AAHHHH RAM IT!  HARDER"  WHOOMPF!  WHOOMPF! 
"GGHHAAAA ... SHOOT IT, STUD.  I'm CUMMING... NOW... PUMP ME...
CUM IN MEEEEEEEE!!!

  "HERE IT COMES!  TAKE IT YOU HOT SLUT... UUNNGHHHH...
CUMMING... OOHHHHH FUCKKKK ... SHOOTING IT INNNNNNN!!"

  WHOMPF... WHOMPF... WHOMPF... WHOMPF... WHOMPF... WHOMPF...
WHOMPF... WHOMPF!!

  "UUNNGGHHH...  I'M CUMMINNGGGGGG... LOAD'S GOING  INNNNNNN!!"

  "OHHH..HARDER... YOU BIG STUD... FUCK ME FASTER... HARDER...
I'M CUMMING AGAIN!!!"

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  "God... What a load!  How long has it been since you shot off,
Honey?"  I asked in amazement as Jack's thick load seeped out of
my filled pussy.

  Jack rolled onto his back and gasped, "All week.  I've been
saving up for this weekend."

  I picked up my cell and whispered, "Good night, Honey.  I'll
call you again tomorrow.  I'm going to suck Jack's cock now."  I
didn't wait for a reply before breaking the connection.

  Leaning over his heaving chest, I grasped his balls in one hand
and took his shaft into my mouth.

  "You're still hard," I said in an awed voice.

  "You're not going to believe how fast and how often I can get
it up with a woman like you.  Are you going to give me a blowjob
now?"

  "I'm going to suck this gorgeous dick of yours all the way down
my throat, Honey."

  "I don't think you can.  No woman has ever been able to do
that."

  "You've been fucking girls too much, Lover.  Watch what a real
woman can do with this hot fuck stick of yours."

  I spent the next fifteen minutes deep throating his Jack's
cock.  After five minutes, he was rock hard again.  When he was
fully hard, he stood up and had me blow him while kneeling at his
feet.

  After ten minutes, my saliva coated his shaft and his balls and
he was pumping me balls deep on every thrust.  Thirteen minutes
into the blowjob, he began to groan.  Another minute and he was
warning me to get ready that he was going to blow a huge load
into my mouth.  My response was to suck him even faster and
harder.  Two more minutes, and his dick erupted filling my mouth
and creaming my hair and face with another huge load of cum.

  "Here it comes, Baby.  SUCK IT... SUCK ALL THE WAY!!"

  I didn't even have time to clean Jack's load off my face before
he had me on my back with his face between my legs eating my
pussy.  He might have been young, but he was a master cunt
licker.  I came in less than two minutes, but he didn't even slow
down.  If anything, he sucked my clit even harder making me
screech with the intensity of the sensations ripping through my
pussy.

  Again and again, I screamed for him to stop... that I couldn't
take any more.  "Stop... Jack... Stop!  Let me rest... can't
take... aaaahhh... gawd... unnghhh... uunnghhh... aaahhh...
don't.... don't stop... suck meeee... hard... GGHHHAAAAAAAAAA...
CUMMING... AGAIN... UUNNGHHH!!"

  Jack just ignored me and continue to lick my clit while his
fingers probed inside my vagina until he located my G-spot. 
After that, his licking and stroking had me climaxing in rapid
first succession... one after the other ... until I was screaming
almost continuously.

  After getting me off six or seven times, he turned me onto my
hands and knees and rammed his cock up my cunt again.  With his
fingers working on my clit and his cock pounding all nine inches
of dick into my pussy on every stroke, I climaxed on his cock for
the fourth time that night.

  As soon as he felt my pussy throbbing, he jerked it out of my
vagina and pushed it against my anus.  I relaxed my ass and he
began to enter me.

  "Ohhh take it easy, Honey.  You're really big.  Never had one
that big in my ass before.  Go slow... please."

  He did go slow... taking almost 10 minutes before he had all 9
inches of his dick buried in my rectum.  Then, he began to ass
fuck me while his fingers strummed and stroked my clitoris.  I
had two intense climaxes before Jack emptied himself into me.

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  After banging my ass, Jack let me rest for perhaps ten minutes
telling me we had to shower and get dressed so we wouldn't miss
our dinner reservations at Luigi's.

  "Ok.  Who gets the shower first?"  I asked.

  "Ladies first.  I'll call the restaurant and confirm our
reservations.  Don't take too long.  Just a quick shower.   You
can refresh your makeup while I shower."

  As things worked out, I was done with my makeup and fixing my
hair before Jack finished showering.  I just couldn't resist
opening the shower door and peeking.

  "I didn't realize that you're a voyeur, Denise," he said with a
big grin when he saw me peeking.

  "I didn't realize it either, but I couldn't resist seeing what
that big cock of yours looks like when it's soft.  Jesus!  Do you
stay hard all the time?"

  "I do when I've got a sensuous, gorgeous woman like you around.
 I was soft for about 10 minutes until I saw you getting out of
the shower naked.  I got hard almost immediately.  Sorry."

  "You're sorry?  I'm sure as hell not!  I love the fact that you
can't keep from getting an erection when you look at me.  I want
you hard all night, Lover."

  "I'm pretty certain I can come close to managing that.  Now
unless you're ready to be fucked again, you'd better leave and
let me finish my shower."

  I was already dressed in a new outfit when Jack came back from
his shower.  He was still hard, and I loved watching him trying
to stuff his huge dick into his briefs.  No matter how he tried,
the big head kept poking out.  It took him several minutes before
he managed it.  Even so, his cock made a huge bulge in his tight
pants.  I was a little shocked when I realized I was anxious for
him to fuck me again even though he had already screwed me three
times.

  "That dress looked really sexy, Denise.  I love the way it
shows off your big tits.  But I can tell that you're wearing a
bra.  Are you also wearing panties?"

  I nodded, and Jack shook his head.  "Take them off.  No bra...
no panties.  Off.  Now!"

  "This dress is so short, there's no way I'll be able to keep
from flashing my pussy and ass, Honey."

  "I know.  Lose the bra and panties."

  Jack never took his eyes off of me when I unzipped my dress and
lowered it to my waist.  Unhooking my bra, I tossed it on the bed
and pulled my dress back up.  "Zip me up, Lover," I said turning
my back to him.  Naturally, he took his time cupping and fondling
both of my tits in the process.

  "Now the panties," he ordered.

  My pussy was pulsing as I pulled my dress up and pulled down my
panties.  Stepping out of them, I picked them up and tossed that
at him.   "Ok, Jack.  I'm pantyless and braless... now take your
slut out to dinner.  She's hungry."

  As I waited on the sidewalk in front of the Marriott Inn for
Jack to bring the car around, every guy who passed me on the
street or came out of the hotel paused to stare at my
half-exposed tits as well as my legs and ass that were molded
perfectly by my tight dress.

  One more aggressive guy started toward obviously intending to
try his luck when Jack pulled up.  As I climbed into the car, I
made certain to show a lot of my legs as a sort of consolation
prize to the guy.  I also winked at him just before I closed the
door.

  When we arrived at Luigi's, they were just in the process of
cleaning up our table.  "Let's get a drink at the bar while we
wait, Denise."  As Jack escorted me to the bar, every guy in the
place was checking me out.  "God, I love this," Jack whispered in
my ear.  "I'm with the woman every man here wants.  Talk about an
ego trip.  Wow!"

  I had to smile at the knowledge that Jack was not only a
fantastic lover, he also knew exactly what to say to keep me hot
and ready for his cock later in the evening.  I took my seat at
bar and crossed my legs to make certain I didn't flash anyone. 
But while I might have been successful at concealing my pussy,
most of my legs were on display in my short dress.

  As I sipped my wine and Jack enjoyed his whiskey sour, he took
one of the paper napkins and wrote a short note, which he pushed
across to me.  Glancing at it, I read, "Remove one of your tits."

  Although I was very nervous, the thought of doing something so
outrageous had my pussy seeping.  Leaning forward slightly, I
tugged the bodice of my dress to one side exposing one of my 34DD
breasts.

  The bartended noticed my bared breast almost immediately as did
several of the other men seated close by.  I was panting with
excitement wondering if Jack was going to have me remove my other
breast from my dress.  But at that moment, Jack saw the Maitre D'
approaching.  "Better cover up, Denise.  Our table's ready."  As
I replaced my breast back inside my dress, I was both relieved
and disappointed.

  All through dinner, we both ate with one hand.  Mine was
wrapped around Jack's big cock stroking him through his pants. 
His hand was between my thighs with two fingers sliding back and
forth in my soaked pussy.

  By the time we left the restaurant, all I could think about was
getting back to our hotel room so I could enjoy Jack's big cock
again.  As we walked across the dimly lighted parking lot, he
kissed me and whispered, "Are you ready to go to a hot dance
club, Denise?"

  "NO!  Let's go back to the hotel.  I need your cock in me
again."

  "How about I fuck your hot pussy and then we go dancing?"  He
didn't even wait for an answer before he pulled the zipper of my
dress all the way down in back.  Pulling it off my shoulders, he
pushed it over my hips and let if fall around my ankles leaving
naked except for my heels.  Another couple stopped to watch.

  "Pick your dress, Denise.  You'll need it after I finish
fucking you."  The couple watching edged closer.  The man stood
behind her cupping her tits.

  "Where are you going to fuck her?" the woman asked.

  "I was thinking about the back seat of my car," Jack replied as
his hand stroked my naked ass causing my hanging tits to swing
erotically.

  "Why don't you bend her over the hood of your car so we and
those two guys over there can watch her big tits swinging back
and forth while you fuck her."

  "You heard the lady, Denise.  Bend over the hood."
  "If I have to be naked, so do you, Lover," I hissed as I opened
Jack's pants and pulled them together with his briefs down to his
ankles.  When his huge, rock-hard tool surged out, the woman, who
was now no more than six feet away, gasped.

  "Jesus!  Look at the size of his cock, Fred!"

  Jack bent me over and I rested my elbows on the hood of his
car.  When I felt his body move closer, I spread my feet further
apart and arched my ass.

  "Look how flared open his cunt is," one of the men groaned. 
"You gotta know he's had that huge dick in her a lot."

  Speaking directly to Jack as I weren't even present, the woman
asked, "Can she take all of your cock?"

  "It's a tight fit, but yeah, she can take it all."

  "Let me put it into her for you.  Can I?" I heard the woman
whisper hotly.

  "Oh fuck, that's hot!  Why don't you spread her pussy while
your wife puts my cock into her?" Jack suggested to the man.

  The man hesitated until his wife urged him to do it.  "Go on,
Honey.  You know your want to feel her cunt and tits.  It's Ok. 
Do it while I feed this monster cock into her."

  In a flash, the guy was standing beside me, one hand cupping my
hanging tit and the other finger fucking my pussy and rubbing my
clit.

  "Oohhhh god yessssss....," I hissed as the thick fingers
plunged in and out of my hole.

  "I said you could spread her open and feel her, Honey, not
finger fuck her."

  "You're stroking his big cock, aren't you, Betty?  If you can
jack him off, why can't I finger fuck her?"  His fingers moved to
my clitoris causing my hips to thrust against his fingers.

  "AAaaahhhh... yesss...  rub it, Baby... my clit .... rub
meeeeeeee!"

  "She's ready, Betty.  Her cunt's a swamp.  Stick him into her!"


  Jack moved closer as did the two men who were now squeezing
their cocks through their pants.  I groaned hotly when I felt
Betty swabbing Jack's cock up and down the length of my sex
trench.  Then, as her husband held my pussy open, she fitted
Jack's helmet into my throbbing hole.

  "UUNNGHHH...  HE'S IN MEEEEEEEE," I groaned as I thrust back
against my 24-year old lover.

  Jack pistoned his cock back and forth several times... each
time sinking more and more of his shaft into my stretched hole. 
On the fourth or fifth stroke, I felt his balls slapping around
my clit.  "He's in her... balls deep!"  Betty's husband
announced.

  "Give it to her!  Fuck her!"  one of the men screamed.

  "Oh my god!  She's taking every inch of your dick, Honey.  Oh
yes!  Do it, Baby.  Fuck her!  FUCK HER!" Betty screamed as her
fingers were now frantically frigging her clit as she watched
Jack plowing my cunt.

  Both of my tits were now swinging wildly as Jack fucked me
harder and harder.  Betty's husband was rubbing my nipples at the
same time.

  "Jut look at those huge knockers swing and bounce," one of the
other men groaned.  He now had his cock out jacking off
furiously.

  "OOOHH... HE'S FUCKING MEEEEEEE!"  I screamed as the big shaft
thudded hard against my cervix.

  Betty's dress was now up around her waist and her panties
bunched around the top of her thighs.  Her fingers moved rapidly
in and out of her hole and over her what I was sure was her very
erect and hard clit.  "Fuck her hard, Jack... Ram her!  Do you
fuck her a lot?  She's married but I know she's not your wife?"

  "Fucked her...ugh... ungh!  UNGH!  fucked her three times...
uuunnn... uunngghhh.  UGH!  TAKE IT YOU HOT SLUT... UNGH!  UNGH!
this is the fourth... ungh!"

  "Today?" Betty asked amazed.  "This is the fourth time you've
fucked her today?"

  "This evening... unngh..  UNGH!  UNGH!"

  All three men now had their cocks out jacking off.  “I’M GONNA
CUM!  GONNA CUM!!”  I screamed.  “Fuck it to me, Jack.   Ram
meeeeeeeeee....  cumming!  I’m cumming... SHOOT IN MEEEEEEEEEE!”
I howled as my vagina erupted in hard contractions around Jack’s
ramming shaft.  Holding me around my neck, he pressed my face to
the hood of the car and jack hammered his cock into my upturned
cunt hole.

  “Do it, Denise.  CUM!  I'm SHOOTING IN YOUR CUNT ... NOW!!!”

  As my juices squirted from my tightly plugged vagina, Jack’s
dick pumped stream after stream of his thick sperm-loaded semen
into my cunt.  At the same time, Betty’s moans mixed with mine as
her clitoris went into its spastic dance of climax.  All of the
other men had moved close beside me as they ejaculated.  When I
felt their loads splattering over my back and ass, my pussy
erupted in another climax just as Jack was finishing his own
orgasm.

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  I had stayed on top of the hood of the car while Jack used some
sani-wipes he kept in his car to clean the semen off my ass and
back.  When he had gotten it all, he dried me with his
handkerchief and then helped me back into my dress.

  It was about a 20 minutes drive to the “Rendezvous Club”.  Even
though Grant and I had never been to the Rendezvous Club, I had
heard about it many times from some of my friends.  On the
surface, it was a night club featuring a complete bar,
sandwiches, and pizza.  There was a game room and a dimly-lighted
dance floor, which encouraged couples to get wild and hot.  In
reality, it was a pick up spot for guys looking to get laid, for
married women looking for extramarital fun or some payback on a
cheating husband, and for couples looking to hook up with other
like-minded couples for fun and games.

  As Jack drove, he caressed my tits and pussy switching back and
forth between them while I stroked his cock through his pants. 
He had two fingers inside my vagina and his thumb stroking my
clitoris as he described the Rendezvous Club to me.  He concluded
by telling not be shocked if I saw women showing off or not be
embarrassed if I did.

  “You’re going to be the sexiest, most gorgeous woman there. 
Take my word for it, Denise.”

  “Aaahhhhh,” I moaned as my hips rose off the seat in response
to his thumb working my throbbing clit.

  “I just finished screwing you, but you’ve already got me so
fucking hard, I can’t believe it.  I think we’re going to have a
great time.”

  “OOOohhhh... yesss!  Almost there!  Finish me, Jack.  FINISH
MEEE!”

  He pulled his hand from between my thighs causing me to groan
with the loss.  “Don’t stop.  Damn you!  Don’t stop!  Finish me,
you sexy Bastard!  Make me cum!”

  “Later... when we’re in the club, I’ll finish you, but right
now, I want you boiling hot.”

  I was shaking with my need to climax when I hissed, “Did anyone
ever tell you that you can be a real son-of-a-bitch?”

  “Quite a few actually... almost all of them women who I
wouldn’t allow to cum until I was ready for them to cum.  But
after they all had a dozen or more explosive orgasms before the
night was over, they somehow forgot about me being a
son-of-a-bitch.”

  After Jack had parked in the Rendezvous’ parking lot, he opened
my door for me like a gentleman, albeit a lusty gentleman.  I
flashed my pussy at him when I exited the car and loved watching
his cock throb inside his pants.  As soon as I was out of the
car, he pulled my dress aside and extracted both of my tits.

  “Now you’re ready.  Let’s go.”

  “Like this?  With both tits out?  I may be arrested before we
get in the door.”

  Jack laughed.  “Hardly.  There’s a $10 cover charge for
admission to the club.  It’s waived for unescorted women, and
it’s also waived for couples provided the woman’s tits are out
when the couple enters and they stay out at least until the
waitress takes their order.”

  “Oh really.  So you’re not really interested in seeing my tits.
 You just don’t want to pay the $10 cover charge.  Right?”

  Jack just stared at me for a moment before saying, “You know
better than that, Denise.  Look.  Here’s $10.  It’s yours.  So
I’m now out ten bucks, but don’t you even think about putting
those gorgeous boobs back inside your dress.  Understand?”

  I nodded and took his arm as he led me toward the club entrance
with both of my tits bouncing.  “I have no bra or panties to put
this $10 in... no handbag... no pockets in this dress... where do
you suggest I put it?”

  “Use it to pay for the first round of drinks.  That way the
waitress and everyone else who sees will think I’m a male whore
you’ve hired for the evening.”

  “Bastard.  You’re even more of a son-of-a-bitch than I
thought.”

  “Maybe, but I'm your son-of-a-bitch.  Just wait until you start
having orgasms... and then tell me what you think.”

  With my tits jiggling as I walked and Jack’s big cum load now
slowly seeping out of my pussy and down my thighs combined with
my swollen clitoris that was right on the edge of erupting, I
figured my first orgasm wouldn’t be long in coming.

  Although a dozen or more men were checking me out as we walked
through the club, I wasn’t as embarrassed as I thought I would
be.   I could already see at least four or five women who were
similarly exposed around the club.  In fact, it almost seemed
like the rules of the club must require the women to sit with
their legs open because I saw no less than six women openly
letting all the men see their panties.

  One brunette was seated on a couch with her legs spread wide
while five men tried to see her pussy through her panties.  
Another brunette was seated at a table with her blouse opened
enough to expose her half of her tits.  Beneath the table, her
legs were open.  Like me, she wore no panties.

  Before we reached our table, I saw that it wasn’t only the
women who were being exposed.  In one booth, a woman in her 30s
had a young man’s cock out jacking him off.  He appeared to be
even younger than Jack.  “What a slut!” I thought and then
grinned at the realization that she wasn’t any more of a slut
that I was.

  As soon as we were seated in our booth, and the waitress took
our order, she grinned at me and said, “You can put those big
tits back inside your blouse now if you like, Honey, but there’s
got to be 50 men here tonight who hope you don’t.”

  “She’ll be leaving them out,” Jack assured her.  She grinned
again at me before leaving to get our drinks.  “Pull your dress
up to your hips, Denise, and spread your legs.  Show off that
gorgeous cunt.”  It didn’t even occur to me to say no.  I was so
hot, I would have let Jack or maybe any other man fuck me right
on top of our table.  I even moved my ass to the edge of the seat
to give the men a better view.

  It didn’t take long before Jack had me out on the dance floor
with a dozen other couples.  None were doing anything that might
be considered dancing.  Some were shuffling their feet around as
they felt each other up.  Others were grinding their bodies
together dry fucking.  A few, like Jack and me, were dancing but
with the women’s skirts pulled up to their waists while their
partner’s hands explored them.

  After ten minutes on the dance floor, it was a good bet that
every man at the club, as well as quite a few of the women, had
checked out my ass .  Leaning closer, Jack whispered, “Take out
my cock, Denise.”

  “MMmmmm... thought you’d never ask, Lover,” I whispered back. 
Pulling away, I unzipped him but couldn’t get his cock out.  He
was too big and too hard.  I ended up having to undo his pants to
get his dick out.  Once I had it out, I again fastened his pants
and moved back into his arms, but this time with his big shaft
firmly planted between my thighs.

  Since Jack was an inch taller than me even in my four-inch
heels, his cock was socked firmly against my cunt producing
delicious friction on my clit everytime we moved to the music. 
In just a few minutes, I groaned,  “I’m cumming... oohhhhh
fucking shit.... I’m cumming on your cock and you’re not even in
me.”

  My body was still shuddering when Jack said,  “I’m going to
fuck you now, Denise.  Stand on your tip toes so I can get into
you.”

  “Why don’t we head back to the hotel or go outside to your
car?”

  “We’re going to do both of those, but right now, stand on your
tip toes.  I’m gonna fuck you.”

  I couldn’t raise my body much higher than my heels already
raised me, but I did manage to raise my pussy almost an inch. 
That was all Jack needed.  Holding his shaft in his hand, he
swabbed it through my soaked sex trench, centered the big head on
my opening, and slid smoothly into my hot hole.

  “AAAHHHHHH!  UUUMMMMMMMMMM....  You’re in meeeeeee,” I groaned.
 I moaned even louder when his hands grasped my ass cheeks and
began working my pussy up and down his shaft.

  “ooohhhh god... you’re fucking me... uunnghh... fucking
meeee...  aaaahhhhhh...  can anyone see?”

  “Four guys are watching me fuck you right now, Denise.”

  “aaaahhhhhh god....  I’m being fucked and they’re all
watching.... ooohhh... fuck harder... deeper.... give it to
meeeeeeeeeee!!”

  Jack backed me up until my back was pressed against the wall. 
Holding me in place by the pressure of his body against mine, he
growled, “Spread your legs wider.  Wrap them around my legs so I
can sink more cock into your cunt.”

  I spread as he had ordered and immediately another three inches
of dick entered me.  “AAAAahhhhhhhh god.... big cock... fuck
meeeeeeeeeeee... hard!  OH GAWD DAMN!!  CUMMING!  I’M CUMMING!!!”
 I cried out now not caring who heard me.

  One of the men who had been watching Jack screw me, now moved
closer.  “Is she tight, Man.  She really sounds hot.”

  “Yeah... she’s tight.  Her cunt’s gripping me like a vise every
time she throbs.”

  “Mind if I lie underneath so I can see your cock fucking her?”

  Now Jack whispered in my ear.  “Do you mind if he lies between
your feet so he can watch me fuck you, Denise?”

  I could hardly speak I was cumming so hard... all I could do
was nod my head as the spasms wracked my body.  I felt him
sliding between my feet.  The thought that this stranger was now
staring right at my cock-stuffed pussy and watching as Jack
fucked me made me erupt in another hard climax.  I shrieked every
time his rod lifted me up as it thudded hard against my womb.

  “Can we sandwich her?” the voice from the floor asked.

  This time, Jack didn’t ask my permission.  He just moved my
quivering body away from the wall.  Immediately, the guy who had
been lying on the floor watching Jack’s cock sinking into my
pussy was behind me.  The two of them sandwiched me on the dance
floor with Jack’s arms around my waist and his cock still sliding
erotically in and out of my cunt while the other guy was dancing
behind me, his cock grinding into the crack of my naked ass and
his hands holding onto my tits.  When I felt the head of the
guy’s cock sliding between my ass cheeks, I knew he must have his
cock out too.

  My body was being buffeted back and forth as Jack drove his
shaft in and out of my dripping pussy while the other man was
humping against the crack of my ass.  It that wasn’t enough, my
tits were being fondled and squeezed by the man behind me while
Jack sucked my nipples.  Even though I was on the dance floor of
a crowded club I couldn’t have suppressed my climax even if I had
wanted to do so... which I didn’t.

  “Fuck me harder, Jack... I’m cumming,” I moaned in his ear.  He
rammed into me like pile driver.  “Agghhaaa...  uunngghh... 
oooohhh fuck.... oohh fuck... bang me, Stud... BANG MEEEEEEEEE!!”
 My vagina just exploded around Jack’s plunging organ.  The hard,
spastic contractions of my pussy set him off.

  “Shooting in you, Baby... AAGGHHH.... Cum load’s going
innnnnnn.... uunnghh... ugh... ugh ... ugh”

  With Jack’s dick continuing to plunge in and out of my spermy
vagina, I soon felt several streams of semen cascading down my
thighs.  Behind me, the man groaned, “I’m gonna cum too... all
over her ass.   Bend her over for me, Man.  Can’t hold it!”

  “No problem, but you can’t fuck her.  Just cum on her ass. 
Understand?”

  “Yeah.. yeah... just hurry... I’m about to shoot.”

  Jack jerked his still twitching rod out of my pussy, stepped
back, and pulled my head down to his cock.  “Clean it, Denise...
clean me,” he groaned.   Bending over at the waist, my lips slid
down his cum-covered cock.  It was still jerking like an enraged
snake inside my mouth as I licked and sucked up our combined
juices.

  I was still sucking Jack when I felt the man behind me pulling
my hips higher and adjusting my position.  He rubbed the head of
his cock all over my butt as he jerked his rod.  A moment later,
thick wads of semen splattered over my ass and ran down my crack
where some of his load seeped into my ass hole.  The thought that
four men, whose names I didn’t even know, had now cum all over my
back and ass had me close to another orgasm.

  Jack fucked me two more times before we finally returned to our
room at the Marriott Inn.  The first time he had me ride his cock
in our booth.  With my dress up around my hips, anyone who wanted
to watch had no problems seeing his big shaft disappearing into
me every time I plunged downward.

  Later, Jack took me back out on the dance floor where we danced
and ground our bodies tightly together.  My tits were still
exposed but with them pressed against his chest, they were
effectively concealed from view.  However, with Jack keeping my
dress up around my waist, no one was having any problems seeing
my ass.  I wondered if they could see the thin streams of semen
that were trickling down my thighs.

  By the time Jack said it was time for us to leave, he was again
hard as stone.  I knew he would soon be fucking again, but I was
still surprised when we didn’t even make it back to our car
before his cock was again buried inside my cunt.  This time, I
got it in the alley just behind the club.  Jack had me stand on
my left leg while leaning against the Dewey dumpster for balance.
 He dropped his pants and held my right leg up in the crook of
his arm as he nailed his prick into my gaping hole for the
seventh time since 7 PM.

  I didn’t think I would be able to get off because of the strain
of having to stand on one leg, but when he began driving it into
my pussy with hard, deep strokes and then grunted as he pumped
his load into me, I found myself cumming right along with him.

-----------------------------------------------

  Once we were back in our hotel room, Jack’s cock was finally
soft.  I sucked him for ten minutes, but he couldn’t get hard
enough to fuck me again.  Even though I would have loved having
him screw me again, I was still delighted that I had been able to
drain this young, hot stud.

  “Looks like I’m going to have to use my tongue, Denise,” he
finally said as he pushed me onto my back in the middle of the
bed.  I steepled my knees and opened my legs as his face socked
into my sex saddle and attacked my swampy cunt.

  “Want me to clean up first, Lover?”

  “No way!  I love the aroma of freshly fucked pussy.  Just lie
back and enjoy.”

  That’s exactly what I did.  After my second, loud, screaming
orgasm, I pushed Jack’s head away from my pussy, but he stayed
between my thighs gazing at my flared, throbbing cunt hole.

  “I need to call my husband, Honey.  That Ok?”

  “Of course.  I’ll just enjoy the view down here.”

  “Sexy satyr.  Don’t you ever get enough?”

  “Of you and your hot cunt?  Never.”

  Not wanting to get out of bed, I used the room phone sitting on
the bedside table.  After punching in our home phone number, I
only had to wait until the second ring before I heard Grant’s
voice.

  “Hello?”

  “Hi, Honey.  Just calling to let you know that I love you and
that I owe you big time.  I’m having a wonderful time.”

  “Where are you?”

  “We’re back in the hotel room now.  We went to Luigi’s for
dinner and then to the Rendezvous to dance.”  Jack swiped his
tongue up the length of my sex trench at that point stopping at
my clit to flick his tongue over it a few times.  I tried to
remain quite, but a soft moan escaped my lips.  Of course my
husband heard it and asked if I was being fucked.

  “No.  Jack’s not fucking me right now, Darling.  I’m talking to
you.”  Jack’s tongue flicked my clit again, but this time I
managed to remain silent.

  “Did he screw you at Luigi’s or the Rendezvous?”

  “Luigi’s is a very up-scale restaurant, Honey.  We behaved
ourselves during dinner.  Well, Jack did play with your wife’s
pussy a little as we ate, but no one saw us.”

  “Oh damn!  That’s so wild and erotic.  I’ve always wanted to do
that with you.”

  “I know, and I haven’t let you.  But just watch what happens
the next time you try your luck, Darling.”

  “I’m so fucking hard right now it hurts, Denise.  Did anything
happen at the Rendezvous?”

  “Oh yes... a lot happened, but you’ll have to wait until we’re
in bed together to hear all about it.”

  “Please.  Tell me a little.”

  “Monday night, Baby, and I’ll tell you everything.”

  “Just tell me if you got fucked at the Rendezvous.  Did you?”

  “Yes, I did.  Are you still Ok with this?”

  “Oh hell yes.  I just can’t believe how hard and hot I am.”

  “Good.  That’s the way I want you on Monday... or better yet,
even hotter than you are now.”  Jack had gotten to his knees and
was pushing my legs even further apart.

  “Do you and Jack plan to go out again tonight?”

  “I doubt it.”  Jack moved between my legs.  A quick glance
downward let me know that his earlier erection problem had
vanished.  His shaft was rock hard, and he obviously intended to
fuck me with it.  I felt my legs being raised to elevated my
cunt.

  “MMMmmmmm,” I moaned in anticipation.

  “What’s going on?”  Grant asked.

  “Things have changed, Honey.”

  “How?”

  “Jack’s hard again... really hard.”

  “Is he going to fuck you?”

  “He’s on the bed with me now, and he’s got my legs spread and
my knees pressed back all the way to my tits.  He’s aligning his
cock with my cunt hole... right now.  I’m think your wife is
about to be fucked again.”

  “Is he in you now?”

  “Not yet.  AAAahhhhh... “

  “Now?  Did he just put it in you?”

  “No... he just swabbed his big dick up and down the length of
my wet pussy, Darling.  OOOoohhh... yesss... I can feel the head
of his cock rubbing right against my opening.”

  “Is he in?  Is he in you now?”

  “His cock’s rubbing against my hole... but the sexy bastard is
making me wait.”

  “TELL HIM TO FUCK IT INTO YOUR HOT CUNT!”  my husband screamed.

  “UUNNGHHH!  AAAHHHHHHHH!  OOHHHHHHH GOD!  GGGHHAAAAAA!!”

  “Did you tell him?  Did you tell him?”

  “I didn’t have to.... UUNNGHH... UUNNGHHH!  AAAHHHHHH!!  He
heard you... OOOHHHH GAWD DAMN!  HE’S BIG!  AND HE’S FUCKING
MEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!”

--------------------------------------------------

  Around 4 AM, Jack fucked me again... this time from behind in
spoon position.  I came just before his load filled me.  We fell
asleep with his cock still inside my pussy.

  At 10 AM, I awoke to find my lover sound asleep beside me.  Ten
minutes later, he was wide awake and getting his dick sucked. 
When he was fully hard, I mounted him and had two screaming
orgasms before I felt his cock throbbing inside me as he
ejaculated.

  The rest of Sunday was similar to Saturday except we went out
for breakfast, lunch, and dinner and decided to skip another club
in favor of enjoying ourselves in our hotel room.  During
breakfast, Jack asked me if I would like for him to invite on of
his friends to join us so I could have two men at the same time.

  “That’s always been a huge fantasy of mine, Jack,” I had
replied, “but not this time.  I haven’t discussed that with my
husband, and he might be comfortable with me doing two guys at
the same time.  Besides, I would really like to spend this
weekend enjoying you.” Jack had positively beamed when I told him
that.

  As soon as we were back in our room after finishing breakfast,
Jack was all over me.  His hands explored my tits and ass as his
mouth devoured mine.   Frantically, I humped against him,
grinding my pussy against his shaft.  I was surprised and
disappointed when it wasn’t yet fully hard.  As soon as that
thought entered my mind, I realized how ridiculous it was.

  “What’s the matter with me?” I thought to myself.  “The guy has
fucked me 10 times in the last 17 hours and I’m disappointed that
he’s not instantly hard?  Give the guy a break, you insatiable
slut.”

  I really didn’t need to worry because Jack already had my skirt
off and had turned me around so that my ass was pressed against
his cock, which was now partially hard.  His fingers moved to my
pussy and spread my lips forcing my clit out of its protective
hood.  Once out, it was defenseless against his erotically moving
fingers.  In moments, he had me grinding, thrusting, and hunching
against his hand.

  “AH!  AH!  AH!  UNGH!  UNGH!  OOHHH GAWD!  AH!  AH!  AH!  DON’T
STOP... AAHHHHHH!”

  “You want to cum again, don’t you, you hot slut?”

  “Yesssssssss.... do meeeeeeeeee!”

  “Bend over the table.  Stick your sexy ass out so I can eat
you.”

  I was actually shaking with anticipation as I leaned over the
table.  Jack knelt behind me and thrust his face between my
buttocks.  I actually hissed with pleasure when I felt his tongue
on my asshole.  Jack was now my second-ever cock and my
first-ever tongue in my ass.

  With Jack’s fingers working my clit and his tongue in my ass,
it didn’t take more than a few minutes before I was erupting in
an intense orgasm that had me howling and shuddering for over a
minute.

  Jack only gave me a few moments to recover before carrying me
to bed and dropping me onto my back.  When he climbed onto the
bed with me, I jerked my legs wide open for him.  A few seconds
later, his tongue was on my clit.  There was no way I could
possibly keep my body from arching upward to get more of his
pleasure-giving tongue into my throbbing hole.

  Over the next half hour, my vagina and clitoris repeatedly
erupted in fierce contractions about his tongue.  After my second
climax, Jack worked two fingers into my hole and began stroking
my G-spot.  My climaxes intensified as did my screams.

  Again and again, I pleaded with him to stop... to let me rest.
“I can’t take any more... Please, Honey,” I begged, “let me
rest.”  The sexy bastard ignored me and sucked my clitoris even
harder between his lips.  When my hips thrust upward, he pushed
two fingers into my saliva-slickened asshole.  I shrieked in
another hard orgasm.

  Finally, he rose and moved upward on the bed with his knees
between my gaping thighs.  His cock was now positively rigid with
lust for my cunt.  Fisting it, he used it like a club to whack my
clit causing my body to shake with hot stabs of pleasure.  I
shook even harder when he swabbed the big head up and down my sex
trench.

  “I’m going to fuck your ass now, Denise.  Mount me!  Ass sit my
cock, Baby!”

  It was still another first for me.  I had never been told to
ass sit a cock before.  Even so, I didn’t have to ask how to do
it.  Straddling his legs, I pulled my buttocks open and slowly
lowered my arse onto his shaft.  Jack positioned it at my opening
and then pulled my hips downward skewering my asshole on his big
cock.

  “UUNNGGHH!  Go slow, Baby.  That’s a huge dick you’re sticking
into me,” I wailed.  My fingers flew to my enlarged and swollen
clitoris as Jack gave me a series of short, two-inch strokes.

  It took several minutes for Jack to work the full nine-inches
of his cock into my rectum.  The hot feeling of fullness was
overwhelming.  Every time he pumped, my clitoris throbbed in
response.  “Gonna turn you onto your side now, Denise, so I can
really hammer it into you.”

  With one quick motion, my lover rolled me onto my side with his
thick shaft still lodged deep inside my hole.  Then, he began
fucking me with hard, rapid, deep strokes that forced wild
shrieks of pleasure from my lungs that mixed with his deep
masculine grunts.

  Jack’s cock was throbbing hard inside me, and I was certain
that he was about to erupt inside my ass.  Instead, he turned me
onto my back once again and moved his body between my raised
thighs.  Now, his hips went into overdrive pistoning his shaft in
and out of my ass like a runaway engine.

  “CUMMING!  I’M CUMMING!!” I shouted frantically as my clitoris,
vagina, and colon all contracted simultaneously.  My hard spasms
on his cock triggered Jacks orgasm.

  “ME TOO!  GONNA SHOOT!  NOW!!!”

  “YES!  YES!  YES!  FUCK ME!  FILL ME!”

  The big cock erupted inside my ass.  Jack’s dick contracted
hard... again and again... each spasm pumping another thick
stream of cum into my ass.  Halfway through his orgasm, he jerked
his rod out of my hole and spurted several more streams over my
buttocks, belly, and cunt.  One small spurt even hit my upraised
calf.

  When Jack’s orgasm and mine finally abated, I kept my legs up
and spread allowing the big load to seep out of my stretched anus
and slide down my upturned buttocks.   “Take a pic of your big
load all over me, Honey.  I want to send it to my husband.  I’ll
be amazed if he can resist jacking off when he sees it.

----------------------------------------------

  That afternoon, we soaked in the hot tub beside the indoor
swimming pool for a half hour and then returned to our room to
get dressed.  He never took his eyes off of me as I slipped into
a pair of mesh pantyhose that concealed nothing and whose large
holes provided easy access to both my ass and pussy.  When I put
a tight sheathe dress and a pair of black, platform heels but no
panties nor bra, his cock got iron-hard.  I was certain that I
would never get out of our hotel without being fucked yet again,
but once more, Jack surprised me.

  “Ready to go?”  he asked.

  “You’re not going to fuck me?”

  “Nope.  I’m going to let you simmer in your own juices.  You’ll
be just that much hotter for me later tonight.”  That afternoon,
we took in a movie and then had dinner at the restaurant at the
Marriott Inn.

  Jack screwed me twice that evening in our hotel room, and just
as he had predicted, I was horny and hot by the time he took me.
The first time, he took me out onto the balcony where he had me
bend over the railing while he fucked me seven floor above the
street.  With the lights from our room on behind us, who knows
how many people saw him giving it to me.  The thought that dozens
of people might be watching us made our orgasms even more
intense.

  Once we were back inside our room, he had me strip down to just
my mesh pantyhose and heels.  Naturally, he left all the lights
on and kept the curtains wide open for interested viewers. 
Instead of using the bed, he spread me out on the desk right in
front of the glass doors leading to the patio.  Pushing my knees
back against my tits, he sat in the desk chair and ate my pussy
until I had cum several times.

  After my fourth orgasm, he turned me  so that my pussy faced
the patio doors with my head hanging over the end of the desk. 
Then, standing my head, he fed me his cock... balls deep... and
mouth fucked me.  As his dick plunged in and out of my throat, he
growled, “Keep your legs wide open, Denise.  There must be at
least 10 guys jacking off while enjoying the view of your
delicious cunt.  Rub your clit for them.  Make yourself cum!”  I
did, and it was an intense throbbing orgasm.

  When he pulled his dick out of my throat without shooting off,
I gasped, “Aren’t you going to cum, Honey?”

  “Oh yeah.  But I want your ass again.  Get on the floor on your
stomach... ass toward the patio doors.”  Once I was in position,
Jack squatted over me and drove his cock straight down into my
asshole while holding my heels and keeping my legs bent.  I had
another orgasm before he filled me with his second load of the
evening.

  “OH FUCK MEEEEEE... FUCK MY ASS!  HARDER!  RAM MEEEEEEEEEE!!”

-----------------------------------------------------

  On Monday morning, Jack screwed me one last time... this time
in missionary position ramming me so hard it felt like he was
about to drive my ass right through the mattress.  After we had
both cum, we ordered room service for breakfast.

  It was almost noon when I unlocked my front door and entered
our home.  I expected my husband to be at work, and he was, but
he had left me a note attached to a chair right in front of the
entryway where it was impossible for me to miss it.  The note was
direct and simple:

--------------------------

  Denise,

  Call me at work as soon as you get home.  I’m leaving for home
as soon as you call.

  Your wildly excited and loving husband,

  Grant

--------------------------

  I knew my husband would be home 10 minutes after I called him,
so I first took a bath and then fixed my hair and makeup with the
perfume he liked in just the places he liked best.  Then, I
called him.

  “Grant speaking.  How may I help you?”

  “Well for starters you can bring your big, hard cock home as
fast as possible.  Your slutty wife wants to use it... a lot.”

  “Oh hell yes!  I’m leaving right now!”

  “Don’t break the speed limit, Lover.  I want you in my bed, not
in jail.”

  As soon as Grant had broken the connection, I put on one of the
special outfits I had purchased the previous week, not for Jack,
but for my husband.  Considering how very little there was to the
ensemble, it was outrageously expensive.  In spite of its cost, I
was certain I would get no complaints from my husband even if he
did find out how much it had cost.

  Just looking at the outfit made my pussy throb.  When I stepped
into the G-string and pulled it up over my hips so that the
small, red triangle of cloth fitted snuggly against my pussy and
outlined my slit very nicely.  Next, I slipped the “dress” over
my head and worked the tight garment down my body and over my
hips where it ended without completely covering my ass...  not
that it really matted because the entire garment was no more than
a thin, totally transparent black negligee with a black fringe at
the bottom and two red panels partially covering my tits. 
Although the panels were opaque, each had a vertical slit that
pulled apart to expose my nipples.  Looking at my reflection in
the mirror, I was certain that I would get an eunuch hard.

  With the dress in place, I sat down on the bed and began
working the black, fishnet hose us my thighs.  The stockings came
almost up to the tops of my thighs ending with a black elastic
mesh that held them in place.  The matching shoes cost another
small fortune.  Each platform heel sported a wicked, stiletto
five-inch heel.  The ankle straps and those over my toes were
studded with rhinestones.  Simply stated, they were the
sluttiest, sexiest come-fuck-me heels I could find.

  When I heard Grant’s car pulling into our driveway, I hurried
to our den where my husband found me posing with my hands on my
hips, a totally whorish vision of undiluted sex if there ever was
one.

  “Are you the guy the stud service sent over to take care of my
hot cunt and tight ass, Honey?”

  Grant’s mouth literally fell open as he stared at me.  “My god!
 You look fantastic!  Is that one of the outfits you wore for
Jack?”

  “Nope.  He never saw me in this, Honey.  This is all for you. 
Maybe next time, if there is a next time, I’ll wear it for him. 
How does it look from the back?”  I turned and pulled the short
negligee up to my waist.

  When I faced him again, he gasped.  “I can see your nipples
through those slits!”

  Grinning, I pulled the red panels to the side allowing both of
my tits to swing free.  “Now you can see all of my tits, Honey. 
Not just the nipples.  Do anything for you?”

  That was all the teasing my wildly excited husband could take.
He was on me in a flash, sweeping me up in his arms, and carrying
me into the master bedroom, where he dumped me unceremoniously
onto the bed.  I think my husband set a world’s record for
getting out of his clothes.  it couldn’t have been more than 15
seconds before he was naked and on the bed beside me raining
kisses over every inch of my body.

  “Can’t wait,” he groaned.  “I’ve got to fuck you!  Now!”

  “Then don’t wait, Lover.  Get on me!  Ram that hard cock into
me... all the way!”

  Grant shoved my legs up and back making a perfect target out of
my cunt.  His hips snapped forward and all seven, rock-hard
inches of his dick drove into me on the first thrust.

  “UNGH!  OH FUCK, BABY!  Your cock feels like an iron bar inside
me.  It’s so fucking hard!”

  “Harder than Jack’s cock?”

  “Oh god yes... much harder... Ram me with it, Stud.  Hard and
deep!”  I moaned as my randy husband fed me his prick with hard
thrusts.

  “Tell me about the weekend...  First just hit the hot spots...
you can tell me every thing later.  How many times did he fuck
you?  How many times did you cum?”

  “OOhhhh pump me, Stud.  Ram that dick into meeeeee... Aaaaahhhh
... harder, Lover... HARDER!!  Jack fucked your wife 14 times,
Honey...  Oh my god!  You’re getting even bigger and harder
inside me....  SCREW MY CUNT, STUD!”

  “Jesus!  He shot 14 loads into you in one weekend?  OH FUCK! 
That’s so hot.  How many times did you cum?  Estimate if you
don’t know.”

  “I cumming... I’M CUMMING RIGHT NOW!  RAM IT!!  OOOOHHHHHHH!! 
Maybe 45 times... give it to meeeeeeeeeeee!!”

  “Ugh... Uhg... god, I love the way your cunt throbs around
me... tell me some of the hot details.”

  I started by telling Grant about what happened outside Luigi’s
the first night, but when I got to the part where Jack had me
bent over the hood of his car, I had to stop as I was cumming too
hard to continue.

  “Don’t stop, Denise.  What happened next?” Grant pleaded as his
shaft rammed me.

  “Can’t... I’m cumming.... aaahhhhh gawd damn... you’re making
me cummmmmm!!”

  “Cum, you hot Slut!  CUM ON MY COCK!”

  My entire body was shaking as the orgasm surged through me. 
Every time my vagina clamped down in a hard spasm around Grant’s
dick, I squealed in hot pleasure.

  “Jack fucked you bent over that car hood, didn’t he?” Grant
screamed as he pounded himself into my throbbing hole.

  “Yessssssss...  And while he was fucking me, the woman rubbed
my clit while her husband and two other men stood right beside me
jacking off.”

  “OH MY GOD!  DID THEY CUM?  WHERE DID THEY CUM?”

  “Ugh!  Ugh!  Ugh!  UGH!  OOOHHHHHHHH GOD... I’M GONNA CUM
AGAIN,” I howled.

  “Where did they cum?”

  “On my ass... on my back... they shot all over me... and then
Jack filled your wife’s cunt with his fourth load of the weekend.
  Fuck me faster, Darling.... make my hole cum again... please!”

  “Four guys?  Four men shot their loads all over you and in you
out in the parking lot?   Hot fuck slut!”   Grant rammed my legs
all the way down onto the bed on either side of my head as he
plowed his erupting cock into my hot hole.  I came almost
immediately.  A few moments later, Grant pumped several huge
streams of semen into my pussy

  After shooting such a monster cum load into me, I expected my
husband to roll off my body onto his back panting with his cock
rapidly losing its stiffness.  That wasn’t even close to what
happened.  Grant’s cock didn’t lose any of his rigidity, and he
didn’t even pause as he fucked me.  It was if he hadn’t had an
orgasm at all.  Even my 24-year old lover of the weekend couldn’t
duplicate that feat.

  “What happened next?”  Grant moaned as his hips snapped back
and forth driving his cock hard against my cervix on every entry.


  “AAAHHHHHH... !  BANG MEEEEEEE!” I screeched.

  “Tell me what happened next!”

  “Jack took me to the Rendezvous Club.  OOoohhhh... yesss... ram
it into meeeeeeee!  ....   He made me take my tits out before we
entered the club.   UUNNNGGHHH...  HARDER... OHHHH GOD...
HARDER!!”

  Grant abruptly jerked his dick out of my gushing cunt, turned
me on my side, lifted my left leg high, and nailed his cock into
my gaping hole side saddle.  “This hard enough, Slut!”  His hips
went into overdrive as he rammed me like a whore.  I came almost
immediately.

  “Go on.  What happened next?”

  “Jack danced with me.  He pulled my dress up to my waist... I
didn’t allow me to wear any panties.”

  “Jesus.  Everyone could see your cunt?  your ass?”

  “Yesss... everyone.  Another man began dancing behind me with
Jack in front.  Jack raised me up and put his cock in my cunt
while the other guy rubbed his against my ass.  I had two orgasms
before Jack put another load inside me while the other man came
all over my ass.

  “Oh my god,” Grant moaned as his cock erupted for a second time
deep inside my pussy.  Still, he didn’t lose his erection.

  Grant and I stayed in bed for over three hours that afternoon
as I related every single detail I could remember about my
weekend with Jack.  before we finally dragged ourselves out of
bed and went to pick up the children at their grandparents, he
had shot six loads into me, but I don’t think 15 minutes passed
that he didn’t have his cock buried in one of my holes.  He was
just totally insatiable it turned him on so much.


==================================
   Graduation:

  After my erotic weekend with Jack, Grant was on me everyday,
usually more than once.  Our couplings were wild and intense,
even more so than on our honeymoon.  On Tuesday evening, a day
after my erotic weekend and just before we turned on one of our
favorite TV shows, I causally said to my husband, “I think I need
to change spas, don’t you?”

  “Why?  Is there something wrong with the one at the Country
Club?”

  “No, but Jack’s the trainer there.”

  “So?”

  “So... we both know that he’s going to be hitting on me
everytime I go to work out.  And given how sexy the guy is, I’m
probably going to be fucked in his private office either before
or after the class... maybe both.”

  “And you don’t want to have sex with him again?  Is that it?”

  “No, of course not.  He’s a really good lover, but you gave me
permission to have an erotic weekend with him, not to spread my
legs for him everyday time I go to the spa.”

  Grant was silent for several minutes, and we started watching a
TV program.  Halfway through the program, he abruptly said, “The
thought of you having sex with him a couple of times a week sort
of turns me on.”

  “Sort of turns you on?  A little or a lot?”

  “A lot, I guess.  Do you plan on spending another weekend with
him sometime soon?”

  “No.  A weekend is too long.  It’s too stressful for both of
us.”

  Again Grant was silent for 10 minutes or so.  Then, he asked,
“How about one night or just part of a night?  Are you going to
see him in the evening anytime soon?”

  “Not unless you want me to see him.  I thought that this would
be just a one-time thing so I could experience what another man
would be like.”

  “I did too... at first.  But I didn’t realize just how much it
was going to turn me on, and how fantastic sex with you was going
to become.  I don’t want that to stop.”

  “Are you saying you would like for me to see Jack again?  Maybe
once a month in the evening and when I go to work out?  Does that
thought turn you on?”

  “Yeah.  It does.”

  “Really?  Is your cock hard right now?”

  “Very hard.”

  “Wow!  Is it just my being with Jack that gets you hard?  What
if I dated Lance?  You know .. the guy who hit on me at the New
Year’s Eve party.  Does that thought excite you too?”

  “You know it does.”

  “Do you want me to call Lance and see if he would like to date
me... say next month?”

  “For a weekend you mean?”

  “If you want.  Or for just a night... whatever.  Or we can
forget it.”

  “The weekend date got me so hot and hard, I couldn’t believe
it.  I wanna fuck you right now!  To hell with this TV show!”

  “I bet you would get even harder and hotter if I were to call
Lance right now.  Would you?”

  “Oh fuck yes!”  My husband clutched his cock through his pants.
 It was obvious that he was wildly excited.

  “Shall I or would you rather forget it and just take me to
bed?”

  “No.  Call him first.  Will you?”

  “Are you sure about this?  I’m not going to stand him up a
second time after leaving him high and dry at that New Year’s Eve
party.  If I make a date with him, I’m going to have to go.  So
shall I call or not?”

  “Call.  Right now.”

  Fifteen minutes later, I had a date with Lance on the third
weekend of the following month.  Twenty minutes later, I was on
my knees in our bed with my hot husband ramming his rock-hard
dick into my cunt.

--------------------------------------

  For the fourth time, Mom and I were strolling around the lake
as I told her about my hot weekend with Jack, how he was now
fucking me at the spa, and my upcoming date in two weeks with
Lance.

  “Is Jack fucking you everytime you go to workout at the spa?”
Mom asked.

  “He wants to, but I put him off about half the time... just to
keep him hot and hard for me.   So he’s screwing me once a
week... sometimes twice.”

  “Where are you and Lance going on your date?  Do you know yet?”

  “He wants me to spend the weekend with him in Las Vegas, but I
told him we should save that for later.  This first time, I think
we’ll just stay in town... maybe at the Marriott Inn.  I wonder
if we could get the same room Jack and I had?”

  “Now that’s really depraved, Denise.  But it’s so sexy.... Wow!
 Does Grant want to watch or particpate the way your father
does?"

  "He'd love to watch and participate.  I thought I would make
him wait four months or so and then ask him if he would like for
me to invite one of my lovers to spend the weekend with us while
you take care of the your grandchildren."

  "Well, you know how much I like seeing the grandkids.  And four
months sounds about right."

  "Thanks, Mom.  Anyway, I wanted to have this talk with you to
see if you have anymore advice about how I should be playing this
phase of the dating game, Mom.”

  “Honey, I don’t think there’s any need to give you more advice.
 When you can get your sexy husband to plead with you to spend
several nights a month with other men and thinks you’re doing him
a favor when you reluctantly agree, it’s safe to say that you
have graduated with your Ph.D. in dating game theory and
practice.

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