Sticker Shock Music

I was getting married, a cause for celebration undoubtedly, but also a cause for regret. Regret for all the potential I was leaving behind with my single life. All the things that I could have done and all the people I could have done it with. I loved my fiancée, Gina, very much; she was gorgeous, kind-hearted and generous, but also very traditional in her ways and morally straight-laced. It had taken all my powers of persuasion and a shiny diamond engagement ring simply to persuade Gina to sleep with me before we were married and that was the limit of our sex life, nothing more exciting or unusual than that. On more than one occasion I had tried to get her to go down on me or offered to eat her out but with no success. Given that, I hesitated to mention some of the other things that I wanted to do, that I fantasised about, she’d probably call off the wedding if she knew the kinds of thoughts that ran through my mind. I convinced myself that after we were married, things would be better, Gina would become more adventurous in the bedroom and gradually, with my help, would throw off her straight laced ways and become the sexual animal I had desired her to be ever since I set eyes on her in a sexy evening dress with a plunging neckline that seemed to speak of her hidden passions. It turned out that such a first impression was an inaccurate one, but I couldn’t help but dream, hoping one day that side of Gina would come out. Deep down inside, however, I knew there was little chance of that, I knew the kind of thing I would be giving up marrying Gina and, although I was still willing to go through with it, I was feeling a bit heavy hearted with regret at what I was missing out on.
One of the fantasies that I indulged myself with, but would never tell Gina, was of dressing myself like a beautiful woman and seeing what it would be like to seduce a man or to be fucked and used by one. It wasn’t that I wanted to become a woman, or felt like a man trapped in a woman’s body, I just wanted to try it out, to feel like they feel. She might not have enjoyed sex, but Gina compensated for that by being and dressing especially sexy. I looked on her wardrobe with a mixture of lust and envy as she dressed in short skirts and low cut tops, high heels and silk stockings, with alluring lacy lingerie underneath it all. I just knew that her wedding dress would be gorgeous and that she in it would be one of the sexiest things I had ever seen. Still, I knew that alongside my desire to tear it off her and fuck her, would be envy at her getting to be the beautiful blushing bride and not me. I had confessed all of this to Mark, my best friend since childhood and my best man at the wedding, one evening a couple of weeks before I was due to get married when I had got very drunk and began to spill my guts about my nerves over the upcoming wedding. The next morning, full of guilt, I had got Mark to promise not to tell anyone about my confession and I had thought that was the end of it. That was until my stag party.
I had invited a group of friends around to our house and made sure that Gina would be away all evening, staying over with a friend. Once again, the drink was flowing freely and I was beginning to feel quite light-headed. This wasn’t exactly helped by Mark who, equally overcome by alcohol, began to drop hints about my confession, seeming to be trying to make me bring it up.
“So, Rich,” he said, laughing and swigging a beer, “What is it that you’re going to miss about single life? There’s got to be something that you’re not going to be able to do when you’re married to Gina.” I answered vaguely to the effect that I couldn’t think of anything he could mean. “You know, like, sex stuff,” he continued, fishing, not accepting my first answer, “We all know that Gina isn’t exactly the most adventurous lover.” This got a laugh from the rest of the guys; I was starting to regret telling them all about Gina’s bedroom style. “So, come on, Rich, what is that you’d really like to do before you get married?”
“What we need is some girls,” said Jake, a particularly ladish, masculine friend of mine for whom women and sex were never far from his mind, or his lips, “What are you getting at here, Mark, have you got us a stripper?”
“Something like that,” he said, glancing significantly at me, “Some entertainment anyway. Could be pretty sexy, we’ll have to see.”
“What are you talking about?” asked Zach, one of my work colleagues who I knew had always had a bit of a thing for Gina even before I met her.
“Rich knows,” Mark replied, all eyes turning to me, as I looked confusedly back at Mark, “Or maybe he doesn’t know the whole of it, but he knows what it’s about, don’t you Rich?” Again, I mumbled something about not having a clue, but I was by now blushing and my protests were unconvincing as I began to worry he was about to reveal my confession. “Stay here,” he said to the whole room, “I’ve got something to get for Rich. It’s sort of an early wedding present, but you can only keep it for tonight, I’m afraid.”
“You have got him a stripper, excellent,” said Pete, a guy I had been to school with but hadn’t seen for six years until I invited him to the wedding.
“A stripper? Are you sure that’s a good idea,” Sam butted in, he was a cautious, nervous kind of guy and that was reflected here by his being the only person other than me a little worried about where the conversation was headed, “I mean, what’s Gina gonna think when she finds out?”
“We’re not going to tell her, you bloody idiot,” Jake replied, irritated with Sam’s usual manner as he often was, “She never has to know what goes on between us, right, Rich?”
“It’s only normal at this kind of thing,” said Pete, trying to reassure Sam.
In the time that it had taken to have this conversation, Mark had been able to slip out of the room, upstairs and back again with his gift. Draped over his arms was a beautiful white dress, it could only be Gina’s wedding dress that she had kept hidden from me somewhere I didn’t even know where. I was beginning to see where this was headed and I didn’t like it, or rather part of me was repulsed by it, but another part curious and excited.
“Now, Gina isn’t the only one who’d love to play the blushing bride in this dress this weekend. Is she, Rich?” Mark said, turning to me and causing all eyes in the room to follow, looking at me in various states of drunken confusion as I did indeed blush heavily. “I think we’d all like to give him this opportunity to live out his fantasies before marriage to Gina ends those possibilities.” He held out the dress to me, it was a classy strapless silk and lace affair with a very narrow waist and a wide full-length skirt. It was as gorgeous and sexy as I would expect my equally gorgeous fiancée to pick out and my pulse was racing excitedly just at the thought of wearing it. I took it and just stared at it, feeling increasingly as though there was nothing I wanted more in the world than to feel and see myself in it, to feel myself to be the beautiful bride on her wedding night. “How about it, Rich? Are you going to give us the privilege of seeing you as the bride?”
“You mean you want to dress as a woman?” said Jake, shocked and not a little disgusted, “Isn’t that kind of gay?”
Instantly my shame and repulsion at what I wanted to do began to rise within me and it was only the feel of the beautiful dress in my hands that kept me from handing it back to Mark and laughing the whole thing off.
“Come on, Jake, it’s just a bit of stag night fun,” Pete unexpectedly came to my defence, drunkenly slurring his speech, “Don’t you think it would be hilarious to see Rich as a girl?”
“Yeah,” Sam piped up, “Come on, Rich, do it.”
“I agree,” laughed my old university flatmate David, “It’d be classic.”
“This is something I’d love to see,” Ben, a work colleague, said, shaking himself from a drunken stupor to add his voice.
“It looks like everybody does,” Mark smiled, “You don’t want to disappoint them do you, Rich?”
And he was right, I didn’t. I know that they were mostly speaking out of drunken amusement, but it thrilled me to hear my friends clamouring to see me appear as a woman and it made up my mind to do it, to see how it would look and feel just for tonight. After all, in the morning, I could just put it up to drunken stupidity and forget the whole incident like any other dumb thing done under the influence of alcohol. Right now, however, my head was feeling totally clear; I was running on adrenaline, buzzing with excitement at trying on the dress.
Holding the dress close to my chest, I headed for the door to drunken cheers from my friends. As I walked passed him, Mark grabbed my arm for a second and whispered in my ear, “I’ve laid out everything you’ll need to look fabulous on your bed.”
This filled me with a tingle of excitement that only increased when I got up to the bedroom I shared with Gina. There, on the bed, was some exquisite, sexy, expensive white lingerie, just like the kind I had always stared longingly at in the pages of catalogues and porn sites on the internet. How did he know?
Eagerly, and with some effort, I managed to lace myself tightly into the bone and lace corset that cinched my waist to a narrow feminine shape, pushing my chest up so it filled the cups to look like breasts. It was mostly white but with pink laces to tie it tightly around me and a little pink lace around the cups of the bra. Next were a tiny little pair of white french knickers that matched in colour to the corset, mostly plain white and lacy but with a little pink bow above where the girl’s pussy would be. These, I slid slowly up my legs, becoming ever more excited as they came closer to my crotch until my cock was encased in their lacy feel. It certainly felt a lot different to the ordinary underwear that I wear, I can tell you. It felt better, more alive, more sexy, more girlish and impetuous, I felt like in lacy knickers like that I could really become the alluring sex kitten I had wanted Gina to be for me, I could become like my ideal of her. My cock was already twitching eagerly and anxiously at these thoughts and the feel of the underwear. I tried to calm myself; I didn’t want the guys to think that I was enjoying this quite as much as I was. I had to concentrate on continuing to dress and not think about how sexy I was increasingly feeling.
I’ve always been quite fair and boyish so fortunately my body wasn’t really covered by any unsightly hairs that would make me look masculine. Even so, I briefly considered shaving my legs but worried both that that would take up valuable time and also betray my true excitement and desire even more than the slight bulge in my panties. Besides, I couldn’t wait to put on the best part of the lingerie that Mark had laid out for me. The stockings were white silk stay ups with a lace pattern around the top and tiny pink bows that matched the ones on the fronts of my panties. They looked great and I knew that they would look even better wrapped around my long legs. I wasn’t at all tall for a guy (about 5′8, pretty much the same as Gina, which would be fortunate when it came to putting on her dress), but I would be for a girl, and my legs, disproportionately long, would look stunning in the stockings. As I sat on the bed and rolled the stockings up, slipping one over my foot, I licked my lips and imagined what those long legs would look like if I were a hot girl and they were wrapped around my boyfriend’s arse. Slowly, I rolled the first stocking up my right leg, savouring every second of the soft, sensuous feel of silk on flesh; I thought I was going to blow my load in my panties right there and then. Fortunately, I was able to control myself and with some effort while still sitting on the bed, I was able to reduce the size of my hard-on so it was barely visible and get on with the job of putting on the wedding dress itself.
In the dress, I began to feel every inch the beautiful bride on her big day and felt a slight twinge of jealousy at Gina being able to do it for real. Finally, beside the bed I found Mark had left a pair of white heels which, when I slipped them onto my feet, fit absolutely perfectly and made my calves look even sexier in their white stockings. Now, unlike my height and build, my feet were definitely not the same size as Gina’s, these couldn’t have been her shoes and I began to think once more about how much thought and planning Mark must have put into this.
However, I wasn’t allowed too much leisure to think on this as just at that second, as I stood up after buckling the shoes around my feet, I caught a glimpse of my reflection in the mirror. As I looked closer I was stunned, thrilled and proud to see how good I looked. I was certainly a passable woman, hell, I was hot. In that beautiful white dress with a narrow waist, little breasts and long legs I looked like the kind of bride anyone would be delighted to marry. At that point, I decided to go all out for this and sat myself at Gina’s make-up table and set about making my face even more beautifully feminine.
I had seen Gina do this thousands of times and was pretty confident I knew what I was doing as I applied foundation and blush to my cheeks making my skin soft and rosy just like a bride’s should be on her exciting wedding day. Then, I turned my attention to my eyes, adding a pale blue eye shadow to bring out the blue colour in them and extending my lashes to a fluttery girlish look with mascara. Finally my I painted my lips with Gina’s favourite pink lipstick.
Fortunately I had always worn my blond hair long, perhaps a part of me always wanted to feel that little bit womanly, so it was easy now to use Gina’s hairspray to tease it into her kind of style. Since Gina had had her hair dyed blonde a couple of weeks earlier for the wedding, people had said we’d had matching his and hers hair. Styled like this, I could see what they meant. In fact, like this I looked so good I could easily pass for Gina’s sister. As I added the final touch, Gina’s bridal veil thinly covering my face, I could probably even pass for Gina herself.
I was ready to face my public. I adjusted myself a little and admired myself a little longer in the mirror, striking a couple of model poses. It wasn’t that I was nervous about going downstairs; I just loved how great I looked. Well, alright, I was nervous about how those guys would react. Had I taken it too far? Was I too convincing a woman for this to work as a joke? Would it just make them uncomfortable?
Oh, well, I thought, it’s now or never. This is the last chance I’ll ever get do this; better make the most of it. And with that, tottering a little on my heels at first, I headed down the stairs to make my entrance, every part of me buzzing with electric thrills, anticipation, nerves. My head was swimming and I had to keep a tight hold on the banister as I descended and not just because I was unused to walking in heels. I was feeling totally hot and sexy and feminine in the lingerie and wedding dress and yet I was trying not to think sexily for fear the outline of my hard cock could betray me. My heart was all aflutter as I stepped through the door.
What did they think of me? And what will happen next? You can find all that out in chapter two.
To be continued…

I can’t quite remember the year - probably either ‘59 or ‘60. I had been a struggling journalist for years in Hollywood - I had a few good breaks, but I was still virtually a nobody. I hung around bars on the Sunset Strip, hoping to catch some big star in the middle of something seedy, take their picture, and get a big story on them. It was just such a night, in just such a bar, when I met Marilyn Monroe.
I was sitting at the bar having a few drinks - Jack Daniels and coke - when I spotted a lovely blonde at a corner table, all by herself. Now, I was on duty somewhat, but even journalists get horny. I sauntered over to the table to make my move.
“Hi there Miss…Wouldya like some company?” I tried to sound amiable, not like some sleazy bar-fly. The blonde looked up. It took me a second to realize who it was. It was Marilyn Monroe, THE Marilyn. The delectable blonde goddess who was the princess of every wet dream in the world. And she was here, in a seedy Sunset Strip bar.
“Oh…oh…uhh..” She looked a bit flustered and closed the script she had been reading. “Sure Mr., sit down. To tell you the truth, I was kinda lonely anyway.”
She then noticed my camera. Her eyes darkened. “Oh..you’re a journalist”, she spat, saying the word ‘journalist’ as though it were the name of a new STD.
“Now wait just a second!” I sputtered. “It’s not like that. In fact I had no idea who you were til I came over here!” I removed the roll of blank film from the camera and set it in the ashtray.
“Feel better now?” I said. Marilyn grinned and nodded. I motioned for the bartender and ordered us two martinis.
I still could hardly believe it. I was having drinks with Marilyn Monroe. She was gorgeous, but without the artificial glamor of the movies. She wore a figure hugging, sleeveless black dress and black pumps. She fluttered her big blue eyes at me and grinned. If I didn’t know any better, I’d have thought she was flirting with me. But being who she was, that was probably how she acted with everyone.
After we had a few martinis I could tell she was getting tipsy. Then the unbelievable happened. She stood, and put on her fur wrap, and said to me, “Would you like to come to my hotel room? I’m having my apartment painted this weekend, so I had to take a hotel room for now”.
Trying to act cool and unsurprised, I agreed, and we began to walk to her hotel. Inside I was going nuts. I was just invited up to Marilyn Monroe’s hotel room! Boy, every fellow in the world would kill to be in my shoes tonight. Still, I thought, no need to jump to conclusions. She’s probably just lonely and wants some company, I told myself. But the thought of banging America’s love goddess wouldn’t get out of my mind, and to keep my cock from getting ahead of itself, I made small talk with Marilyn as we walked.
Finally we were in her room. We looked at each other awkwardly and smiled. She sat down on the couch and lit a cigarette, and motioned for me to join her. I sat next to her and stared. Her hair was almost platinum - the palest blonde possible. It hung in small curls and waves around her face. Her skin wasn’t pale nor tan - but a smooth, soft-looking peaches and cream color. The little black dress she was wearing clung to her figure as she sat, and was riding up her thighs, revealing to me the tops of her stockings. She didn’t seem to notice. Her ruby-red mouth curled around her cigarette and she began to chatter: about her latest movie, about her bitchy co-stars, about her latest divorce.
Suddenly she became saddened. She looked up at me with those sad doe eyes and in her hushed little girl voice (which was slightly slurred now, thanks to those martinis), said to me, “Would you believe it? I’m supposed to be America’s sex goddess, and I’ve never even had a good lay?”
Such candid talk from her caught me off guard, and also aroused me. I thought of what to say, but she continued.
“I mean, I’ve had movie stars, leading men, big shot producers, sports heroes, you name it - not one of them any good! Maybe I’m just frigid. Or maybe sex isn’t supposed to be great. In that case I don’t know what the big deal is about!”
I stared at her, this lovely, voluptuous creature before me, not believing my ears. How unfortunate, how ironic that a sex goddess has never even enjoyed sex! I made up my mind then and there that before I left Marilyn’s hotel room that night, she certainly would know what the big deal was about.
I moved closer to her, looking into her vast, pale blue eyes.
“Maybe you don’t need big shot famous guys. Maybe you just need a regular old guy to show you what it’s all about. Have you ever thought of that?”
With that I grabbed her by the shoulders and kissed her. At first she was taken aback and tried to move away, but then she fell into my kiss, making small moans in her throat. I kissed her like that, deep and hard, for several minutes, just savoring the feeling of kissing a screen queen - a priviledge usually reserved for the handsome, rich Casanova-types.
I pulled away from her. Her eyes were still closed, and she looked as though she were caught in a dream-state.
She said nothing as she rose and took my hand and led me back to the bedroom.
Once there, I kissed her again, this time pressing my body completely against hers.
My cock was growing impatient, wanting attention, ready to cum on the spot as the bombshell’s impressive bosom pressed into me. I tried to calm myself down mentally. I wasn’t going to cum anytime soon - this would be Marilyn’s first night of real pleasure, and I wasn’t going to rush it.
She coiled her arms around my neck. Still kissing her, I began running my hands up and down her body, making an exciting discovery. What the tabloids always said was true - Marilyn Monroe really didn’t wear a bra. Yet her breasts seem to defy every known law of gravity, firm and pointing straight out at me. I ran my hands down to her tiny waist, and over her luscious hips, where I made another discovery: Feeling no panty lines, I supposed the other rumor I had heard about her was true also - she didn’t wear any underwear at all.
I noticed she smelled like expensive perfume - Chanel No. 5 perhaps? - as I nuzzled at her neck and ears. Her moans became louder and more excited, and she threw her head back in abandon.
I found the zipper at the back of her dress and unzipped her. She pulled away from me and let the dress fall to the floor. Now she was wearing nothing but sheer stockings and black heels. And Chanel No. 5, of course.
Now folks, alot has been made about how voluptuous Marilyn Monroe was in comparison to the actresses today. This is absolutely true. In all my years as a journalist, interviewing tons of people from all walks of life, I have never seen a finer figure. People today try and say she was fat, but oh no! They never saw her like I saw her. She stood there nearly naked before me and I tried to drink it all in: The gravity defying, perfectly rounded jutting breasts, the well-toned stomach, the small waist flowing into the curve of womanly hips, the shapely legs, accentuated by the stockings and heels. Her pubic hair was trimmed, and a dark honey-blonde colour.
Marilyn looked up at me expectantly. I didn’t know what to say, so I grabbed her and picked her up, and carried her over to the bed. I climbed on top of her, kissing her wildly and running my hands over her warm, creamy, flawless skin. She felt good, pinned down underneath me.
I moved down her body, forcing myself to take it slow. How I wanted to ravage her, right then and there! But no, then I’d be like all the others. I had to please her first, I had to make her scream, moan, sigh with pleasure.
I worked on one of her nipples with my tongue, pleased at her reaction. She gyrated her hips against me and squealed with glee. I continued to play with her nipple with my mouth, and my hand moved to the other one, twisting and teasing it. Her breast felt good in my hand, heavy, unbelievably firm. Unlike most women’s tits, that slide into their armpits when they lay down, hers stayed exactly the same, perfectly firm and upright.
I looked up at her. Her mouth was open, breathing hard, her hair was tousled and in her face, her eyes were closed. “No one’s gonna believe me when I tell them about this”, I thought, laughing to myself.
I slid down her body more, licking and kissing her tummy. I felt her stomach muscles twitch and jump at my touch. I moved one hand underneath her, curling my arm around her waist. With the other I began stroking the inside of her thigh.
She reached down and began grabbing at my hair, gasping a little.
I moved my hand down and stroked the outside of her box softly, marvelling at how silky the hair was. Marilyn was gyrating even more now, arching her back and humping at my hand. I realized she was becoming impatient, so I quickly moved down her body.
Face to face with a sex goddess’s twat.
Before I dove in, I first explored her, running my finger over her folds, over her little button, dipping slightly into her wetness. She sat up sharply.
“What are you doing?!?” she exclaimed, alarmed.
I laughed.
“What, your big shot movie producers never did this for you? Just relax, you’ll love it.”
She looked at me, unsure, but lay back anyway.
I began slowly working her clit with my tongue, making circles around it, increasing pressure gradually.
“Ooohh!!!” she cooed in that famous sex kitten voice. She bucked her hips against me, making it hard for me to keep my mouth on her. I reached up to hold her hips in place.
I went in for the kill, sucking at her clit just hard enough to toe the line between pleasure and pain. I moved one of my fingers into her wet, eager opening, then two, then three. I worked them in and out of her while I sucked her clit, which I guess she liked, because she suddenly slipped out of her submissive stance and began issuing orders.
“Faster! Harder, dammit!”
I obeyed, jabbing my fingers harder and deeper into her, and licking her clit as fast as humanly impossible.
“Oh! Jesus! Fuck!” Was the response I got, and she ground her twat into my face as I pushed her over the edge of what could’ve been her first orgasm. She grabbed my hair and pushed my face into her box as she rode her climax. I looked up briefly to see her beautiful face contorted by the throes of ecstacy. Her wetness poured now, and her passageway was gripping my fingers with the spasms of her orgasm.
Finally it subsided, and her muscles relaxed. I licked at her ample juices, noting how sweet she tasted. I crawled my way back up to the bed and lay next to her, watching her recover.
At last she looked at me, beaming. “That was just amazing. I’ve never felt anything like that before! Thank you.” Suddenly she became aware of the fact that I was still dressed, still unsatisfied, still rock hard and waiting.
“Oh..I’m sorry! You’re probably getting blue balls by now, or something.” She giggled and pushed me on my back, unzipping my pants.
“Oh Marilyn. You don’t have to do that. I’m sure you’ve had to do that to a million of those greedy big shot producers, and you probably hate it.”
What was I saying? Of course I wanted her to suck my cock. Luckily, she said, “Well, you’re right - I have done it alot. But I want to do this for you, you’ve done so much for me already.”
She smiled sweetly and pulled out my 7 inch cock, which was already oozing pre-cum. With all the skill she had acquired as a budding starlet, she leaned down and wrapped her luscious red lips around the head. She slid it slowly into her mouth and down her throat, working the underside with her tongue. She pulled it back, still sucking, and back in, and out, increasing the intensity with each time. One of her hands was gripped around the base of my cock, the other was fondling my balls. I had a great view of the whole thing - the famous movie star face, which had graced a million magazines, sliding up and down my stiff dick, her breasts bobbing and slapping together a little with her movements.
She was working it so fast that I knew I was about to cum soon. I watched her tits, now slapping together hard, and concentrated on her warm little mouth, bringing me to climax.
“Shit!” was all I could get out as I began spurting. I kept my eyes open, because I just had to see her swallow my cum. But to my surprise she pulled away and jacked me off with her hand, aiming my dick at her chest. Realizing what was about to happen, I came so hard it nearly hurt - squirting all over her tits. Some landed on her chin and some in her hair. She kept pumping til I was completely drained, and then she spread my cum all over her chest with her hands, grinning at me.
Jesus! No one had ever given me head like that. But then, no one had ever had so much experience, not like Marilyn.
Normally, it took me awhile to get my cock ready to go again, but not this time. About 5 minutes later, I was hard again. We were both lying on the bed, her still naked, when she noticed my hard-on.
“I thought I took care of that!” she laughed. I smiled at her and rolled on top of her, sliding my cock over her box. She moaned lightly, scrambling out from underneath me and getting on all fours.
“This way, this is how I want it.”
Naturally, I wasn’t about to argue with
Marilyn Monroe, naked with her ass in the air, waiting for me, so I positioned myself behind her. Taking hold of her waist with one hand, I led my cock into her with my other. Wow! For someone who had supposedly been around, she sure was tight. My cock rammed into her.
I began fucking her at a steady, even speed, relishing her moans and squeals. I leaned back so I could see it all: My big, engorged cock and her gorgeous ass. Although it was pretty firm, it jiggled a little each time I slammed into her. I leaned forward and grabbed hold of her swaying tits, pinching the nipples as she cried out in a mix of pleasure and pain. I was about to start playing with her clit, hoping to make her cum again, when she stopped suddenly and pulled away.
Wordlessly, Marilyn pushed me on my back and climbed on top of me. She slowly mounted my cock, easing all 7 inches into her twat. She arched her back and moaned. Her hands were running through her hair, which was a platinum tangled mess by now, and over her breasts, making her nipples hard. She bounced up and down on my dick, her tits bouncing with her. She was building up speed, slamming down on my cock harder and harder, her cunt twitching and convulsing, gripping and hugging my cock tight.
I could feel myself nearing another orgasm when suddenly she fell forward on me, grabbing my wrists and holding me down. Marilyn’s tits slapped against my chest as she rode me hard. Her eyes were no longer sad doe eyes, but instead the hungry, wild, primal eyes of a lustful woman. She stared into my eyes as she came, gritting her teeth and hollering.
As soon as her orgasm ended, and she stopped holding me down, I rolled over on top of her to finish. Raising her legs up and slinging them over my shoulders, I pounded into her twat, eager to shoot my load into America’s number one bombshell. I clenched my teeth and fucked her, trying to push in deeper each time. Marilyn’s body became alive again too, jumping and moving, and I realized I must be hitting her G spot. I thumbed at her clit a little and she came again, this time pulling me with her. Her tight, soaked, velvety, spasming pussy milked my cock clean, and I shot deep and hard into her.
She was gasping, trying to get her breath, and I pulled out of her. My seed and her juices spilled out from her twat. I started to lay back on the bed with her, but I realized she was exhausted, and I should probably go.
I smiled at her, and sensing my departure, she jumped up and put on a robe.
“I’ll see you out”, she said, and I tucked my cock into my pants as she led me into the front room.
We smiled at each other and I hugged her. “Thanks for a great night, Marilyn”, I told her. “No! Thank you…I mean, I’ve never had sex like that. Most men are so greedy and just think of themselves. This was just so wonderful.”
I kissed her forehead and told her to take care of herself. I bounded down the steps and into the street. If I hadn’t have smelled like Chanel No. 5, I’d been convinced it was all a dream. But no, I had really fucked Marilyn Monroe, and what’s more, I got her off - not once, but three times. I gave her a night of pleasure, which I guess she needed, considering how sad and lonely she always was.
A couple of years later, Marilyn died. I remember feeling so sad. Even though we didn’t share much conversation that night, she really was a sweet, beautiful girl that I’ll never forget.
I’m an old man now, and I’ve long since passed my womanizing days. I got married, had kids, and now I’m a proud grandfather. But I still think about that wonderful night in L.A., in that hotel room - my night with Marilyn.
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“Just once I want you to take me. I want you to take me in ways I’ve only seen in movies, or in the theater of my mind. I want to have you look at me with knowing eyes, hungry eyes, lustful eyes. I want you to be aggressive, my dirty little slut, but more so that ever. I want you to fulfill my every need, want and lust, without question, without thought, without hesitation.”
Just once I want to come home and be greeted by you, wearing an apron and little if anything more.
“Dinner will be ready in just a short while, but first we have wine and appetizers.” With that, you take off my jacket, shedding the stress of the week from my shoulders as you meticulously lay it down on a near by chair, making sure you keep you legs straight as you bend only at the waist. Revealing to me the barely covered delights you’re hiding under your apron, you look back at me over your shoulder, a lustful, playful smile on your face. “Why don’t you come over here and sit down? Relax, and let me take care of your every need.”
I come towards you, slowly at first, slightly unsettled by your newfound demeanor. I like your aggressiveness, and ability to take charge, but I’m definitely curious, and very turned on.
A sly grin crosses my face.
I begin to speak, but you rush to cut me off with a kiss. “Shhhhh…..” you hiss into my ear, breaking the connection. “You don’t have to say or do anything tonight. I am going to please you in every way tonight. I love you. And I am going to show you just how very much I love you tonight, that’s all there is to it. So please, don’t speak, just let me satisfy you.” With that you sit me down and loosen my tie. Reaching your hands behind me, you stare into my eyes and massage my neck. The tension and stress begin to fade. You get up and walk behind me so as to get a better angle on my neck and shoulders. Your hands, though small, are surprisingly rough. It feels wonderful as you work knots out of my neck. Just as I feel the sleepy side effects of your massage, you bring your hands to a halt. Feeling your breath on my neck you whisper to me “I’ll be right back with the wine.”
You turn and walk into the kitchen, and I notice, for the first time, that something smells delicious. Not wanting to spoil your plans for a night of surprises, I resist the urge to rush to the kitchen and see what treats you’ve been working on in there. Instead I toss my neck from side to side, feigning off the sleepy feeling you’ve left me with and sit back and enjoy my soft leather chair. Hearing glasses click, or perhaps the four inch heels I’m noticing for the first time, I turn my head to see you carrying in a bottle of my favorite red, two glasses, a cork screw, and a small selection of appetizers, all balanced carefully on a tray on one hand, while the other hugs your delicious hips as they sway back and forth. I begin to sit up to open the wine, but to no avail “Sit back dear, please allow me, I don’t want you to have to lift a finger for anything.”
Sipping wine, with you in my lap, I feel a familiar stirring in my pants, and I’m sure you feel it too. I’m about to ask you about the appetizers and you look at me with a grin “I was just going to get to that.” You cut me off before the thought escapes my mouth. Standing up, you turn away from me, giving me a perfect view of your gorgeous ass up close. Bending over, you cheeks spread slightly and reveal the thong you were previously wearing seems to have magically disappeared. Again, the look you throw me over your shoulder is playful, mischievous, and lusty all in one. Standing up, you use your knees to spread mine. Bending over again, this time I’m greeted with a wonderful view of you ample breasts hanging within the confines of the slightly too tight apron you’ve confined them to. Lost in your cleavage, I don’t notice your hands working at my belt until you pull it free and throw it aside. Snapping out of my breast filled daydream, I begin to instinctively unbutton my pants. Your hands meet mine and the look in your eyes meets me as your words do. “Not a thing. Nothing, I want you to do absolutely nothing, but let me take care of you. The way a wife takes care of a husband, the way a woman takes care of a man, and the way I want to take care of you.” With that, you kiss me. Deeply, passionately, throwing your mouth to mine before I can open it and object. Your tongue searching desperately for mine, our lips locked, you grab at my pants and tear the buttons open. Ripping me from the seat, you shove my pants down past my hips, over my knees and in a single act, take off my shoes and pants, all without taking your lips from mine.
Holding our kiss for a moment more, you grab my shirt at the buttons in the front. Breaking our kiss you tear the shirt open as if it were to blame for out kiss ending. Using the shirt to pull me forward, you slam my naked chest against your apron and pull the shirt down my arms. Shoving me back into the soft leather, you look at me. I don’t think I’ve ever seen the look in your eyes I’m seeing now. It’s one of pure animal lust. Your chest is heaving as you stare at me, consuming me with your eyes, head tilted slightly down, mouth hanging ever so open. Seeing the shock on my face, you control your breath, bringing your heaving breasts to rest on your chest. Regaining that grin, you purr “It’s time for appetizers.”
Sitting in only my boxers, it’s easy to see I’m slightly scared, but even more so turned on. The circus in my shorts can’t seem to make up its mind if it’s going to raise the main tent. Having witnessed you almost turn into a beast of passion, you understand why, but refuse to miss the show under the big top.
Kissing down my neck, using hot breath followed by a cool tongue, you begin to work your way down my chest, stopping briefly at my nipples. Rubbing your face and open mouth across my chest and stomach, I feel your breath warming my skin and ever so slightly tickling the curly little hairs there. Keeping your hands on my upper chest, as if to hold me back, you rub your face against the fabric of my underwear, forcing my cock to slide back and forth across it, mouth open. Looking up at me with the same ravenous eyes, only a purr escapes your lips. A sound so deep it makes me wonder if it actually came from you, or if you’ve hidden a wild lion in the house. You nuzzle my cock through my shorts keeping your eyes locked on mine. Kissing the head through the fabric, you take a hand off my chest and run it up my thigh, into the bottom of my boxers. Your kisses are getting sloppier and wetter, and your hand carefully finds my balls and begins tugging on them slightly. You hold my penis with your mouth like a mother dog holds a pup and bring it to my belly, kissing up the underside while your hand massages my weighted balls against my body. Switching your hand and mouth, you take one of my fabric covered balls in your mouth, using your tongue to gently massage it while your fingernails trace zigzags along the soft underbelly of my shaft. Releasing the first, you bring the other in your mouth and give it the same glorious treatment. After a few, agonizing intense minutes of this, you finally give me a break and let the pleasing sensations run throughout my body.
Searching my eyes for a sign, a silent clue as to the quality of your performance thus far, I look at you with wonder, astonishment, pride, and above all else, lust. Upon interpreting my lust, you nuzzle my cock again and drag your hands down my chest, letting your fingernails rake my skin. Crossing my belly, your fingernails dig into my thighs and stop at my knees, leaving trails of scratched skin along the way. Spreading my knees wide, you snap you head up, and I’m treated to that same lust filled, slutty, desire filled look you gave me once my pants were off. Almost without a sound, in one quick motion, you kiss my cock as it strains to burst through its cotton confinements, grab hold of my boxers with your teeth, snap your head back, tearing my shorts open, and get the entire length on my penis in your mouth and down your throat. Sitting naked on the patch of clothing that once was my underwear, I’m stunned. If my erection got any bigger, it would have blocked all air from reaching you lungs, but somehow you manage to breath your hot sweet breath on the base of my rod. Looking up at me, you shake your head slightly back and forth, rubbing your nose in the well trimmed patch of hair above my dick. Vibrations erupt through my cock as you try in vain to say something. Not believing it to be possible, your tongue works its way around the meat in your mouth, reaches my balls, and begins to wet them down, keeping your eyes on mine the entire time.
Finally breaking the deep throat, you suck as you pull all but the head of my cock out of your mouth. Swirling it around with your tongue, you can taste the pre cum leaking out, and savor every bit of it. Taking me completely out of your mouth you once again nuzzle my manhood and look me in the eyes. “Papi, will you please give me your cum? I want it. I need it, to taste it, to savor it. I want you to cum all over my face so I can eat it all up when you’re done. Please Papi, please cum on me, let me be your little cumslut. Por Favor Papi?” Your voice is that of a total slut, begging for more, pleading. I almost thing that if you don’t get it, you will starve. Hearing such filthy words out of your mouth only turns me on more. Your lust is overwhelming as you massage my balls into my cock, lifting them out of the way so you can lick and kiss the spot between them and my asshole. “Papi, I NEED your cum, I WANT your cum, you HAVE to give me your CUM!!” you demand of me. Before I can react, you nuzzle my checks with your nose so that my balls resting on your forehead. Snaking your tongue out, I feel it connect with my asshole as you begin stroking my cock with one hand. Working your tiny little tongue against my asshole I feel your other hand rest between my checks as well, your little finger running circles around my knot, getting wet from your tongue. With this mild form of a warning I know what you have in store for me. I tense slightly and expect you to slam your entire finger in my ass like normal, but instead you’re gentle. You take your time and make sure to leave a generous supply of spit to keep things moving before sliding the full length of your lithe finger in my hole.
Looking down at the slut between my legs I open my mouth to speak, to warn you that I’m in heaven and you’re going to make me cum soon, you shoot me a look that silences me and pushed me closer to the edge. “Don’t tell me when you’re going to cum, I don’t need a warning, I just need your cum all over me.” You pre-empt me. Amazing. Before I can pick my jaw up off the floor, your lips are back around the base of my cock. The suction on my dick is amazing. The feeling of your soft tongue and throat around my dick is mind blowing as you bob your head faster and faster in my lap. Picking up the pace, you press your lodged finger against my prostate, causing my mind to go grey at first, then stars begin forming in the corners of my vision.
I’m going to cum, and you know it. Instead of stopping to finish me off by hand, you press harder in my ass, suck deeper with your mouth and begin rubbing my balls with your free hand. Looking down through the impending darkness for a final look at the Goddess between my legs, I find your eyes, locked to mine. You try to say something with a mouth full of cock and the vibrations send me over the edge. Colors instantly get brighter. All sounds are lost. My breath is gone. My thoughts are nothing but the stars that fill my vision, reflecting you a thousand times over. I feel release as my orgasm erupts from my cradled balls. The force of my cum hits your throat so hard it causes you to break the stare you’ve held on me and focus on the spewing beast in front of you. You aim my cock directly at your face, mouth wide-open, head tilted back, just like in the movies. “Papi, give it to me, give it all to me. Cover me. Cover my face with your cum Papi, I NEED it.”
You moan as burst after burst of my hot sticky cum shoots at you. Within seconds your face is completely covered, your hair is freckled, and your mouth is full. You swallow what you can and open wide for more, only to have to swallow again, and again, and again. By the third gulp, cum is literally pouring from your face to your neck and apron covered tits. The thin material of the apron becomes see-thru when semen coated. Not wanting to miss a single drop of my cum, you point my still spewing cock down between your soft caramel colored tits and hold it there, using just your ample breasts. Taking your finger out of my ass, you use both hands to grab my cock and use it to push puddles of cum from your face, neck, tits and even bellybutton to your waiting mouth.
Once you finally feel satisfied that you sucked everything out of my cock, you let it go limp, hanging between my legs, as you wipe the smaller puddles of cum into your mouth. Licking your fingers as you get the last of the cum from between your tits, you look at me and smile. “That was the best appetizer I’ve ever had Papi! I don’t know about you but I can’t wait for dessert.”

I should have seen it coming weeks before I did, the truth was I had just thought my under things were just wearing out quickly. I found out a few weeks ago it was because my husband had been wearing them.
The way I had discovered that was one day after returning from work I had set out to wash some clothes for the following work day, and when I did I discovered a pair of my panties buried in the hamper with what appeared to be a fairly fresh load of cum soaking them. This led me to sort through and find all of the panties in the hamper, and they were in one way or another stained or very crusty in spots, and I couldn’t figure that.
The reason I hadn’t noticed it before was Glenn my husband, four or five months ago had offered to take over the laundry duties, a gift from heaven to which I readily and gratefully consented too.
I should have figured he was up to something when he had offered this, I guess his panty play was a secret he didn’t feel comfortable sharing with me.
I didn’t quite know what to think at first but as it hadn’t been an issue in our life, I figured if he was just doing it at home, then what was the harm. We had played a little when we first married, dressing him in a camisole when we made love, ( I thought he looked sexy) and yet over the last several years we had never repeated it, why? I couldn’t tell you it’s one of those things that just happened that way.
I knew he was no cross dresser I just never considered for a moment that he loved to wear my panties, so I was genuinely interested when I made this discovery. Why and when was he doing this, and for how long had he been engaging in this behavior.
So I began to set little traps, placing my things in such a way in the hamper so if he disturbed them I would know, and disturb them he did.
I would put them on the right side of the basket and find them on the left, or bury them half way down and find them on the top. I wasn’t upset by this but I was extremely curious why. So I decided to come home early one afternoon and see what he was doing.
On this particular afternoon I left work early knowing he would be home and stole into the house, I quietly crept up the stairs towards our room and as I approached the room there he was wearing only my favorite (and apparently his too) red boy shorts. He was standing in front of the mirror twisting and turning admiring the fit. I have to tell you he wore them well, they looked damn good to me on him, and I thought he thought that to himself as well.
He stepped out of my view for a second and when he did I heard him say to me, I guessed he was pretending to himself I was there he muttered the words “Millie I just love your panties, do you like how they look?” I thought to myself, do I like? , Hell yeah I like, what he did Next I liked even more.
He had returned to the mirror, then he slid the panties down a few inches, the silky panties looked so good on him it almost caused me to interrupt him, it was his voice that stopped me. “Baby I hope you don’t mind I just love how these feel, let me show you.” He said. Because I wasn’t in the room, I couldn’t see he had already laid out another set of panties and a vibrator too.
He stared into the mirror, then slowly turned around so he was facing in my direction and he began to stroke his cock.
He had a raging hardon which he was slowly jacking running his hand up and down the top few inches, paying special attention to the crown around the base of the head I could see when it passed through his fingers he would give it a little twist.
I was getting so wet watching him, I was dripping, if I hadn’t been wearing panties and jeans myself I’m sure I would have left a puddle on the floor.
What he did next surprised me, He reached over to the bed and picked up another set of my dirty drawers and brought them to his face stopping only to expose the gusset and buried his nose in them, I could hear him deeply inhaling their scent. “Baby he said, I love your odor, I wish you could see right now how sexy I look, I think you’d like to see what I’m going to do.”
Boy did I like my private show, I’m sure if he knew I was watching and listening he’d be mortified, but I didn’t want to spoil his fun, his stroking was slowly becoming more urgent. Next he paused briefly to put my panties into his mouth and reach down to the bed, he recovered a vibrator, I heard the buzzing which told me it was on. He began by rubbing it on his shaft and then began to slide it around his sack, pausing to pleasure each ball one at a time. I could see how much he was enjoying this. Next he let loose of his impressive eight inch dick, taking my panties from his mouth, (I could see they were soaked with saliva) and he wrapped them around his cock and his jerking became more urgent.
“Watch me honey, watch me do what I love, let me show you how big a slut I am for you! He muttered watch me cum, watch my cock explode.” The vibrator had moved behind his balls I could tell he was teasing his anal opening with the tip of the toy.
He was jacking faster now. I knew he was getting closer because his cock head was getting darker and it was growing larger by the moment, his breathing was ragged, so I knew the orgasm was soon to follow. When he closed his eyes and leaned his head back I could tell he was there. He let go of his cock and at that same moment I watched as he jammed the vibrator into his ass and that caused his cock to begin to jump and start shooting it’s pearly tinged load splashing into his waiting free hand.
Wow I thought that was amazing, but my surprise was about to be even more intensified when he brought his cum filled hand to his mouth and started he to lick up and then swallow his load. I thought at that moment I was going to cum myself I had no idea that this was something he would get off on, I had ever dreamed he was into it, my partner of eight years had almost never surprised me, for the first time sexually. I had just witnessed a side of him I had never been exposed too, and I became instantly willing to explore.
I slunk back down the hallway down the stairs and then to the doorway in the kitchen, I paused and listened and heard him begin to move around and clean up the evidence of his little adventure, as I listened I thought to myself, if he loves my underwear, and he’ll eat his own cum I think tonight I’m going to find out just how far he’ll go.
I gently opened the door and closed it again firmly so he would think I had just got home, which of course he did I heard him say, “Is that you? hi honey. ; as peered at me from the top of the staircase, glad your home , I’m just hopping in the shower.” he said.
He turned and headed to the bathroom as I started up the stairs, I was so grateful because I needed to play with myself, and I didn’t want to tell him yet what I had just witnessed.
Part 2
I entered our bedroom and noticed right away how neat and pristine it looked, I was impressed he had managed to organize it so quickly, like a cleaning professional would have done. When that thought entered my mind I instantly knew just how I would approach the newly discovered facet of our sex life.
I heard the shower start to run as I undressed, I was quickly nude and I sat on the edge of the bed, my pussy was throbbing begging for attention. I cupped my titties and began to pull on my hardening nipples, I rolled each between my index fingers and thumbs, they were already hard and sensitive and I tugged on each very firmly, almost so hard I thought I to myself I might pull them off of each tit if I keep this up.
I was sloppy wet too, when I reached for my cunny my finger slid through the matted pubic hair. I let my nipple go and pulled my labia apart and plunged my left middle finger easily all the way into my snatch. With the other hand I sought my aching clit. It didn’t take long to locate my nub because it too was rock hard poking out from under it’s hood. I don’t think I had ever been so horny
Wow, was I hot as my finger was gliding in and out of my pussy the squishing noises spurred me to fuck it faster, at the same time the speed of my clitoral rubbing had like wise increased.
As my orgasm approached I paused for a second just to make sure the shower was still running. (It was) I closed my eyes and then it overtook me. I bit my lower lip to stifle a scream as my pussy exploded, the walls pushing my finger with each contraction, my clit throbbed with each contraction, my juices pouring into my thrusting hand.
Oh Glenn I thought if this is what you really want, then you will become my panty girl, and maybe you will become my new maid.

Where to begin? As a teenager, I didn’t pay much attention to my kid sister’s friends.
I went into the military, and was away for several years, and truly forgot about these little games. I moved away after that, and would come home every once in a while. It was one of these weekends that it happened.
I was almost 25, and was back for a short visit, when my sis and her pal came back
from where ever they were. I hadn’t seen Betsy for about six years. She was still small, and a little plump, but not out of proportion. We sat out in the back yard, leaning against a tree, just talking.
My sister said she had to do something, so she left us alone. Betsy was real cute, and as I found out had a major crush on me! I leaned close to her and smelled the fresh scrubbed scent of just bathing. Her hair was soft and straight, just to her shoulders. I leaned close to her and placed a soft kiss on her cheek. She responded by turning her face, and putting her lips on mine. I teased her mouth with my tongue, and her soft lips parted to welcome my thrusting tongue. Our mouths were locked in a passionate vacuum.
As we kissed, I was getting hotter by the minute. She was great, but she was also only 18. My hands roamed over her soft belly, and gradually under the loose t-shirt she wore. Her small breasts were in my grasp. Her breathing was short and gasping, as I rolled the tiny nipples in my fingers. I asked if she liked it, and she said “I’ve never felt so good!” .
We kept on kissing and petting, and I finally placed her small hand on my throbbing cock. She asked if it was always like that, I told her “No , you made it hard by kissing me like you were.”
I moved her hand up and down my shaft, and she said she wanted to see it again. I didn’t answer her , but I started to move my hand down to her belly. I took my hand out of her shirt, and rubbed down her belly , to the crotch of her jeans. Her legs parted almost immediately, allowing me to cup her mound with my palm. She bucked her hips toward my hand, all the while sucking my tongue, and breathing harder.
My fingers danced around her crotch, and found a split in the seam of her jeans. I worked my finger around, and made the hole larger. Gradually, I slipped the leg of her panties over far enough to get my finger on her cunt lips. Betsy gasped as I started to slip my finger inside her.
“How does that feel?” I asked.
“OH GOD, Its nice!” between gasps was her answer.
I asked if anyone else had ever done this to her, and she said “no”. My finger slid easily into her tiny twat, her juices were flowing thickly. I started to unbutton her jeans, and remembered where we were. I asked her to come up to my room with me, to do some more. She jumped up from the ground, and led the way into my mom’s house.
When we got to my room, she turned to me and said “What should I do now?”
“Well, the first thing would be to take your clothes off.”
She lifted her shirt and pulled it over her head. Her small breasts came into view, the first time I’d seen them in several years. She was developing nicely, B-cup titties with pencil eraser sized nipples. I pressed my hands to her tits and gave them a squeeze, rolling the nipples as the stiffened. Her breathing was shallow and she moaned.
” Now take off your pants.”
Betsy finished unbuttoning the jeans, and slid them off her hips, leaving only the pink panties. She kicked off her sneakers with the pants and stood there,
“What now?”.
My only reply was to slip my hand inside the waistband of the panties, and move towards the puffy mound in there. Another groan and a gasp as my finger parted the lips of the little twat and brushed her little clitty. I pushed my finger inside of her, much easier this time, without the jeans and more stimulation had made her dripping wet.
“Sit down on the bed.” I told her.
She sat, facing me, as I slowly peeled my shirt off and dropped my pants. My erection sprang out from the clothes, a full 7-inch hard cock.
“It’s bigger than I remember!” she said.
“We’ve both grown quite a bit in the past 5 or 6 years.” I told her.
I gently pushed her down on the bed, her legs still on the floor. I pulled the
panties down, and she lifted her hips to allow them to come off. The sight of her pussy sent chills down to my prick. It jumped in anticipation, and I think it grew another inch. The smooth swell of her belly, the bulge of her mons, and the nearly hairless cunt sent me shivering. I knelt between her legs, and spread them gently.
Her cunt lips were swollen with need, her moisture was running down the inside of her thigh. I touched the outer lips, and they parted, like the petals of a small flower. The pink inner lips were glistening. I could smell the sweet aroma of her sex, new and untouched. I slowly lowered my face to worship her pretty pussy with my tongue.
She quivered and gasped as my tongue touched her sex. She tasted so sweet, the musky aroma was heavenly. Her body shook every time I licked her clit. She held my head and moaned my name. I traced my way up her body, tonguing her navel and finally to her tits. Massaging one and sucking the other, she was going wild.
I thrust a finger into her spasming pussy, and she screamed. Her hips left the bed and she shook all over. “What was that?” she whimpered.
“Did you like it?”
“Yeah, I think so. I’ve never felt that before!”
“That was cumming’ and there will be a lot more.”
“Are you ready to lose your cherry, Betsy?” “Will it hurt?” “I don’t know, it might, for a little bit.”
Betsy’s Cherry
I had her lay down on the day bed that I used when I visited mom’s house. She was lying there, staring at my seven and a half-inch pole waving above her. Betsy had just had her first orgasm, and looked a little frightened at what was about to happen. Her light brown hair framed her face on the pillow, her small breasts still heaving.
“Have you ever put anything inside you?” I asked.
“Like what do you mean? Where?” She puzzled.
“In your little pussy. Your fingers, a banana, a candle, like that.” I said.
“Well, I do put my fingers in there sometimes. It feels real nice, but not as good as you did.” She replied.
“How many fingers at the same time?”
“Only two.”
She was blushing from her breasts up to her neck. I caressed her throat and her cheek, and said “That’s O.K., it’s all right to play with yourself. What do you think about when you’re doing that?”
She hesitated for a moment, and said, “Boys, mostly. I think about boys a lot. I know what they want to do, but I’ve been afraid.”
“Are you afraid now?” I asked.
“A little bit, but I like you a whole bunch. And I’ve seen you naked before.”
She smiled and blushed some more. I studied her little body, the way she lay there quietly, waiting for the next thing to happen. She had a round face with a small nose. Her eyes were green and trusting. Betsy’s small mouth sort of puckered naturally. Her neck was short and smooth down to the soft flesh of her shoulders.
Her apple sized tits with their dark pink nipples rose and fell with each breath. Her chest tapered ever so slightly to her stomach, her navel quivered when she giggled. My gaze followed the gentle swell of her belly down to that hairless mound between her legs. The thighs gapped a little right where they met her pussy, and tapered down her soft legs to the small feet at the
bottom. A tasty sight to behold!
“I’ll try to be as gentle as I can, if you want me to stop, I will.”
“O, O.K.” she stammered.
I lay down beside her, and began to stroke her soft skin. I started at her middle and made slow circles larger and higher each time. I rubbed her tits, and lightly pinched her nipples. She just looked into my eyes and a small smile appeared. I kissed her breasts and her neck, nibbled her ear and spoke softly.
“Are you sure you want to do this with me?”
“Yes, I’m sure. I want you to show me about..you know..fucking. I don’t know any one else I would want to be first.” She answered.
“If it hurts, tell me, and I’ll stop.” I told her.
I moved my hand towards her mons, and slipped a finger between the folds of her little twat. She twitched when I rubbed her little bud, and moaned when my finger went into her fuck hole. Her cunt was moist, but I worked my finger around to spread it more. I inserted a second finger, and she spread her legs farther apart. Betsy’s moans increased in volume and intensity as I finger fucked that virgin slit. Betsy’s cunt was dripping now.
I rose up and put my knees between her legs to part them more. I kissed her belly and licked her cunt again. I held my cock, and placed it near her cunt, and started to rub it up and down the puffy slit. I got as much of her lubrication on my prick as I could, and aimed for the small hole.
“Do you want to put it in for me?” I asked.
I reached for her hand a placed it on my throbbing member.
“What should I do?” She asked.
“Rub it up and down, like I just did, and when you are ready, put it on your little hole.” “It’s so big, will it fit?” she wondered.
“It may take a while, but you’ll stretch out to fit it.” I told her.
Betsy rubbed her cunt with my prick, and gently placed the swollen head at her entrance. “I.I.I’m ready, now.I think.”
I slowly eased down, and the mushroom head popped into the small opening. She gasped. “Is..is that all it is?”
I almost laughed. “No, Betsy, there is still a lot to go. Here, feel for your self.”
I put her hand on my cock, and she could feel most of it still outside her. “Are you sure this will all go inside me?”
I leaned over and began to kiss her. My tongue entered her mouth, and found hers. We frenched slowly, and I slid a little more into her. “Are you O.K.?” I whispered.
“Uh huh.” She nodded.
I pulled back a little, and slid forward again, pushing a little deeper. She winced.
“Does that hurt?” I asked.”
“A.A little bit, but not real bad.”
I paused in my stroking, to let her body get used to the invading pole. We kissed some more, and she relaxed.
“Are you ready for some more?”
“Yes, I am.”
I pulled back and thrust forward, and met some resistance.
“OW! What’s that?” she cried out.
“That’s what we’re trying to `break’. It’s your `cherry’. The real name for it is the hymen.”. I explained. “When that’s gone, you’ll be a woman, not a little girl any more. Do you want me to stop?”
“N..No, don’t stop, I want you to do it!” she said.
“O.K., here it goes. It’ll probably hurt some. Are you ready?”
She just bit her lip and nodded. I pushed harder with my hips, and pulled down on her shoulders at he same time. Betsy grunted loudly as we felt the snap of flesh tearing. Tears welled up in her eyes, and she sobbed softly.
“There, there, it’s done, your`cherry’ has been broken. Shh, shhh. Don’t cry. It’ll stop hurting in a bit.” I cooed. “Just relax, it’ll feel better in a minute.”
We lay there quietly, and she calmed down. “Is there more?” she wanted to know. “Are you going to show me about fucking now?”
“Oh, yes, Betsy. Now we’ll start fucking.” I moved in some more, she was so tight, I was having a bad time trying not to cum too soon. I began a steady rhythm of in and out. Her body
responded automatically, matching every thrust. Finally, I was all the way in! There was over seven inches of hard cock inside that little body.
“I can feel you way up inside me, now.” She told me. “It does feel better!”
I rested a bit, somewhat for her to get used to my size, and a lot more for me to regain control of my own bodily reactions. Her fuck hole was so very tight, I was afraid to move at all. I thought I did well to hold off as long as I did. I drew my rod out, almost to the head, and slid back in slowly. Betsy’s hips rolled up to meet me.
“That’s the girl, just move like that. You feel so great!”
We thrust together for a bit, and I could feel my orgasm building. The tightness in my belly, my balls drawing up, the fire was working through my insides.
“I’m going to cum, Betsy! .. I’m going to shoot off in you!!!”
“Do it! Squirt into me!!!”
I growled like a tiger as the spunk rose through my cock. It swelled in her, and I came hard. “OOHH YESSS BABY HERE IT IS!!!” My rod pulsed jets of hot seed deep inside her tiny frame. Shot after shot, I didn’t think I’d ever cum so much, so quickly. I think I shot a quart of cum into her.
“It feels so hot, like fire inside me! Oh, it feels so good!”
I dropped to her chest, panting and sweating. We kissed gently and she smiled at me. “Can we do some more?” She asked.
“Give me just a while to get ready again.” I breathed. “Squeeze me with your pussy.” “What?”
“Squeeze down there, like you were trying to stop peeing.” I explained. She did. Boy, did she ever!
“Easy, now, sweetly. You don’t have to do it that hard.”
She tried again, softer this time.
“Like that?”
“Yesss, Betsy, just like that.”
Betsy worked her pussy muscles around my semi-hard cock like a pro. In no time, she had me hard as steel again. This time, I was able to really get into plowing her tight little furrow. Our mixed juices had her very well lubricated, and she had stretched out to accommodate my size. I pulled up to rest on my arms, so that my prick rubbed across her clit every time I went in.
She started mewing and gurgling as we fucked harder. “OH, yes, it feels so good now. Fuck me more! .Fuck me harder! .I can feel you up inside!.. This is so good!” She panted.
“You’re making me do it again!..I’m.I’m .CUMMING AGAIN!!!” she wailed.
As she let loose another orgasm, Betsy’s cunt clamped down on me so hard, it triggered my own orgasm.
“ME TOO BETSY!..OHHHH YESSSSS!!!..AAAAHHHH!” I shot a second load of seed into her hot little belly. Cum was leaking around my cock.
Running down her thighs, soaking the bed sheet, was a lot of pink frothy fluid. She looked down to where our sexes joined, and gasped. “Why is it pink?!”
“Well, Betsy, when we broke your cherry, we tore a little piece of skin, and there was a little blood. It’s nothing to be afraid of.”
I pulled my softening cock from her tunnel, and knelt between her legs. “Let me clean that for you.” I said as I started lapping our juices from her freshly fucked twat. I made her quiver with some small cums as I licked that slit clean.
“Now, my sweet little `woman’, you have been fucked!”
She jumped up and grabbed me around the neck and hugged me tightly. “Thank you! You did me so good. I knew it would be good with you!”
She gave me a big, sloppy kiss, and we started dressing. “I have to go home, now. My mom will have dinner ready soon.” She said.
Another quick kiss, and she left. I had to leave the next day to start a job in another state, so I never did see Betsy after that. I hope I did well.

Late one night, driving home from out of town, I was very horny. I had been having phone sex with my wife while I drove; my cell phone on the dashboard, the earpiece in my ear, and my penis hanging out of my pants, driving with one hand and stroking myself with the other. I had made my wife cum several times, talking about my dick and her vagina and our assholes and licking her nipples and clit and fingering her sex holes and watching her suck my cock and putting my cock up her pussy to fuck her to climax.
My wife had had orgasm after orgasm, but I hadn’t been able to make myself cum at all. The difference was, my wife was laying comfortably naked in her own bed, listening to the speakerphone while she played with her tits and masturbated and self-fucked her wet cunt (she has a vibrator, which she uses on my asshole sometimes, and also uses to stimulate the inside of her pussy on occasions like this). So she could cum all she wanted to, and not worry about anything else. But I was driving down a rural highway alone at night; I was afraid that if I stroked my cock to orgasm I might be so distracted from my driving that I might have an accident. So I held back.
Finally, my wife orgasmed so many times she fell asleep, so I hung up the phone and put my cock away, unsatisfied, and just drove. After a while I had to urinate, so when I saw a rest area, I pulled off. The thought occurred to me that while I was there I could park in a dark corner of the lot, take out my penis, and masturbate to orgasm in the car. As I walked to the men’s room I decided that that was exactly what I was going to do. I was going to jack off. The idea of making myself cum in a public rest stop was kind of exciting.
Then, as I was pissing, I saw this message scrawled on the wall of the urinal divider:
My dick is hard.
I want a jack-off buddy.
You can rub your cock all over my body.
Then we’ll get off together.
Meet me here to jack-off with me.
Then there was a time and date: 7-27, 11:00 pm. As I read it I realized that right at that moment it was 7-27, 10:50 pm. It suddenly dawned on me that this was my opportunity to actually do something I had only fantasized about before: have, in a way, sex with another man. I could be the “jack-off buddy”. As I thought of it my penis started getting hard. I wrote the make and color of my car under the message, then went back out to the parking lot. I got into my car, opened the window, and slid the seat all the way back.
Then I unzipped my pants and took my very excited cock out. I had some hand lotion in the car, that I had been lubricating my cock with when I was talking to my wife. I spread it on my hard prick and began to stroke and fondle myself while I waited. I didn’t have long to wait. A white uility van drove into the lot and parked. A slim, dark haired guy in his twenties, wearing a muscle shirt and shorts, got out and went into the restroom, then immediately came back out. He stood scanning the parking lot, then, when he saw my car, he walked right over to me.
My heart was beating with excitement and anticipation as I watched him. I fondled my penis eagerly. The guy leaned over and looked in my window. I arched my hips up to show him my erect penis. I held it up and stroked the length of it for him, massaging and caressing its swollen head. He stared at my cock, then straightened up and looked around. There was no one else in the parking lot.
The guy unzipped his pants and took out his own erect cock. It was big and thick and delicious looking! The veins stood out on it and its red, bulbous head was shiny with erection. The guy pressed and pushed on that so tasty dick for a minute. Then he lubricated the head of it with spit and began to masturbate right in front of my face. It made me incredibly horny to watch him excite himself. I leaned over and rubbed my face against the head of his penis as he stroked it.
I was so aroused! I was stroking myself hard. I could have made myself cum right there and then, but the guy asked, “You want to go to my van?”
I certainly did want to go to his van! I stuffed my cock back in my pants, got out of my car, and followed the guy to his white utility van. He opened the back and climbed in. I climbed in right after him.
The van was very bare, but very clean inside. The floor was covered with a mattress. Otherwise, it was empty. The dome light was on. I closed the door behind me. The guy already had his shirt off, and was squirming out of his shorts. As I stripped off my pants, the guy said: “This is strictly jacking off, you know. No sucking or fucking. I don’t want to catch a disease” That was fine with me. I didn’t want to catch a disease either.
The guy had a big jar of vaseline. He was lubicating his cock and testicles with it. He offered me the jar. I spread it all over my genitals, fondling the head of my dick as I smeared the lubricant on it. The guy laid down on his back and stroked his long, erect penis. I knelt down next to him, stroking the shaft of my cock, hungrily watching him stroke and fondle his throbbing dick. Then, just like in his message, I began to caress the head of my penis against his body.
He moaned and stroked his cock harder. He was massaging his testicles as he masturbated. I rubbed my cock against his side, then kind of straddled him and stroked the head of my penis against his nipples. I moved my cock up his body and rubbed the head of it against his neck and face. He involuntarily opened his mouth to take my cock, but I didn’t put my dick in his mouth. I just rubbed the head of it against his lips. He stuck out his tongue, though, and I just couldn’t resist; I let him lick the sensitive, pulsing head of my dick.
After licking my masturbating cock for a while, the guy rolled onto all fours, stuck his ass in the air, and pulled open his ass cheeks, opening his puckered little brown asshole.
“Rub your cock on me,” he said, “Rub it on my asshole.”
I didn’t need a second invitation. I put my penis against his ass and caressed his open anus with my dick-head, masturbating against him all the time. He moaned. I think I did too. Then he rolled back over on his back.
I laid down on him and kissed him. It was really exciting to have my tongue in another man’s mouth! I worked my way down his body until my face was resting against his penis. I stroked the head of my cock rubbed against his calf, and kissed and licked the head of his penis as he massaged it. He was sqirming with enjoyment.
Then I had an idea. I got a handful of vaseline, then spread the guy’s legs apart and kind of scrubbed his asshole with the lubricant. I wiped his anus carefully with the towel, then leaned over and licked his asshole, just the way my wife loves to lick mine! The guy squirmed with pleasure, and moaned louder. I licked him for a little while, massaging his twitching butt-hole with my tongue. It was really exciting, but I wanted more!
So I greased up my hand again and pressed my finger against his anus. It slid right up inside his pulsing asshole!
“Oh, God!” he moaned as he masturbated his cock as hard as he could, “Oh, God,yes!”
I straightened up, and, as I stroked the head of my penis against his thigh, I finger fucked him as he jerked himself off. His cock looked so hard, so delicious! I wanted so much to touch his cock, to stroke his hot, pulsing dick.
Then I thought, “Why not? It’s not like I’m putting my penis inside him. We won’t be fucking. We won’t exchange any fluids.” So I slid my hand right onto his penis and began masturbating him! He took the cue right away, grabbed my dick, and began to masturbate me right back! We hand fucked each other for a minute, then I knew what I really wanted to do. I laid down between his legs so my testicles were touching his, then took both of our cocks in both of my hands at the same time and began tomasturbate my own hard penis against his dick!
It felt so good! The head of his cock was so electrically sexual as it rubbed against mine! Our hands twined and slid against each other as both of us stroked and fondled and rubbed both of our cocks together! I could hardly tell if it was his hand mastubating our cocks or mine! But it didn’t matter, because after about a minute of this I couldn’t stand it any more! I orgasmed! Pleasure shot right up my asshole and pulsed my testicles and my cock! The guy was fondling the head of my dick at the moment, and I squirted a fountain of sperm right into his hand! At almost the same second, he came too! I felt his cock and balls throb and spasm!
Even though I was still orgasming, I suddenly wanted to feel his sperm! I grabbed the head of his cock! He was rubbing and pressing my cock wildly! I was cumming hard! His sperm spurted through my fingers and soaked my hand! It was so hot, so nasty, so delicious! Pulse after pulse of sperm flooded across my fingers!
We laid there for a while, covered with cum, all tangled up in each other, our hands still on each others’ penises. Then, almost wordlessly, we got up, towelled off, and got dressed. We shook hands and hugged outside the van. Then I got in my car to drive home. As I drove and thought about the experience, after a while, my cock got hard again, and I pulled off to the side of the road, took out my dick, and masturbated myself to orgasm again.
When I got home very late that night and told my wife about it, she got so excited that we ended up having sex; after the story, she wanted to see me play with myself. So I did. I sat on the edge of the bed and stroked my hard penis while she sat naked on the floor and watched me, her legs spread open, playing with her nipples and fingering her hard clit. But she couldn’t take it for long. Within minutes she was on the floor sucking my dick, and I ended up putting my cock up her wet pussy and fucking her till we both orgasmed again.
It was an amazing night. Now my wife wants me to find another man for me to masturbate with. She wants to watch us boys stroke our dicks together, then she wants to sit on my cock and fuck while the other guy watches her; she wants him to masturbate while he watches her make herself cum on my cock. It sounds good to me. We just have to find the other guy. Maybe I’ll write a note on a urinal wall.

First, let me introduce myself. I am a woman in my early fifties, but look remarkably young (that’s what my friends tell me), attractive and sexy.
Many men have told me that I have bed-room eyes and sexy thick lips. I have a good figure, with 35″ bust, 29″ waist and 34″ hips, 5 feet 4 inches tall with black long hair. That’s me.
Men of all ages still look at me with lust-filled eyes, wherever I go and then I feel really hot inside me, especially between my legs.
I love to wear revealing clothes - tight T-shirts, with the contours of my round busts clearly defined, short, fitting skirts that show off my shapely legs.
When I see men (and some women) look at my body lustfully, it turns me on.
I do not like to categorize myself in any way. You know, I like to have sex with both men and women, but do not want to call myself bi-sex. I love sex and when I get the urge, I fuck with both men and women.
I love to expose myself and may be I can be labeled as an exhibitionist. I also love to watch others having sex.
I enjoy associatint with bi-men who cross-dress. To push him on to a bed, raise his short skirt and get on top and fuck him long and hard. His legs draped over my sholders, moaning in pleasure, while I fuck him hard and fast saying “push forward you bitch.”
I also like to act like a slut. I love being treated like a slut.
Well, I don’t like the term ‘mature’ because I am young at heart. My sex-urge is very, very, strong - still.
I love all kinds of kinky sex. Would love to have a man worship my feet, suck my toes, fuck between my feet and cum all over my legs…ahhhhhhh, thinking about it makes me wet.
My cunt is fleshy, with a big hole. I trim my pubic hair, but do not like to shave off completely. I think a little hair around the cunt is sexy, although I love women with thick, long hairy cunts and of course with huge boobs.
Anyway, let me now relate a recent escapade. Just last week, I happen to park by car in this huge parking lot at a supermarket. As usual I was wearing a tight T-shirt and short skirt and was passing several cars parked in the parking lot to get to the entrance of the supermarket.
I saw a man, may be in his twenties, sitting in the driver’s seat, with the window partly lowered. I just glanced down and what I saw really made me pause for a while. His had pulled his pants down and was exposing his erect cock. He winked and smiled.
I went closer and stood near the window of his car and he said “Hi” and I smiled down at him (with my eyes glued to his erect cock).
“I love what I see” I said.
He replied “That’s great. Like to watch”.
“Would love to” I said smiling, with my eyes still fixed on his semi-erect cock.
I bent low at the window and pretended that I was talking to the man, while he started rubbing his huge erection, which I think was about 6 and a half inches long and it was also very thick. I found that my panty was getting wet.
His hand was moving up and down on his thick long cock, while he grabbed his large balls with the other hand. His hand moved up and down, up and down, faster and faster. I could not take my eyes off his moving hand. My cunt dripping wet.
The urgency increased, the hand was moving at lightening speed, up and down up and down. He pushed himself a little further back on the seat and raised his hips up while continuing to pump his huge erect cock with a lot of force.
His hips were now moving up and down while he banged his hand on his huge erection, on and one. I wanted to rub my clit, but could not do so, as it was a public place. So I ground my thighs together.
He now started moving his hips up and down faster and faster, while pounding his huge cock hard and fast, faster, faster…… “I am going to cummmm” he moaned with his eyes half closed, while still pounding his erection with all his strength.
Suddenly he pushed his hips high up - “Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh” the man moaned. He was very still, with his eyes closed and face contorted in pleasure, as he ejaculated. A stream of white fluid gushed out and spilled down his hand.
He recovered in a few seconds, cleaned his hands with a tissue, zipped up and looked up at me and smiled in satisfaction. “Thank you, I loved every minute of it” I told the man.
He smiled again, waved at me and left the car park.
I was now desperate. I located the closest public toilet, locked myself in, raised my skirt and pulled my soaking panty down and started rubbing my erect clit with two fingers, while pushing my other hand down my low-cut T-shirt.
I pulled out one round boob and started squeezing it hard and pulling at my nipple, while vigorously rubbing my clit, with my knees slightly bent, and imagining that the man was pumping my oozing cunt with that huge cock
I usually have to masturbate for a long time to get an orgasm, but that day, I was so turned on, within minutes I found myself about to cum. I squeezed my boos hard and pushed my hips up and down, up and down, while rubbing my clit really fast and hard.
I felt the familiar pangs of pleasure when I am approaching an orgasm, so I pushed my hips forward and backwards, with my legs bent at the knees, with my fingers rubbing my clit fast, faster, faster, ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, finally the release came and it was like a bolt of thunder - it shook my entire body. I stood still, eyes half-closed, while orgasmic pleasure washed over me.
Await my lesbian experience and more in my next story.

Passion In James County IV: Hell Hath No Fury
Chapter 16
Milt Bingham greeted Heidi the minute she came in the front door of the school the next morning. “Are you all right, Heidi?” he asked. “I heard about what happened at your house on the radio when I was getting ready to come to school this morning. And it was in the papers, too!”
Heidi was embarrassed. She wondered why the kids had been looking at her so funny as she walked toward the building. It hadn’t occurred to her that what happened might make the news. “I’m fine, Milt,” she said. “But what about you? I’m so sorry about what happened to your parents.”
“I’m getting used to it,” he said.
“Did…did they arrest the man who caused the crash?” she asked.
Milt, his face stern, nodded. “They did, but the judge released him on bail the next morning,” he said bitterly. “This was the guy’s fifth drunk driving arrest, and the third crash he’s been involved in while driving drunk.”
“My God!” Heidi said. “Do you think they’ll at least send him to jail once he’s convicted?”
A strange grin formed on Milt’s face. “They won’t have to,” he said. “He’s dead.”
“My word! What happened to him?” Heidi asked.
“Maybe he felt guilty about what he did,” Milt said, his eyes harder than Heidi had ever seen them. There was a kind of far-away look in them, too. “He was arrested at the scene, arraigned the next day, and released with no bail. Do you believe that? The man killed two of the most wonderful people who ever lived and the judge just let him walk out of the courtroom as if…as if he’d been arrested for jaywalking.”
“But you said he’s dead,” Heidi said.
Milt nodded. “He was found in his office a few days later,” he said. “The day after my parents’ funerals, in fact. He shot himself in the head.”
“God!” Heidi said.
“I’m not in the least sorry,” Milt continued. “That animal deserved to die. People like him don’t deserve to live. When, when I knew he was dead, I felt good. Maybe…maybe I…I shouldn’t have, but I did.”
“I…I can’t blame you,” Heidi said. “I’m not sure I’d feel any different if I’d been in your place.”
“But what about you?” he asked. “Obscene phone calls, people shooting at you, trying to break into your house. You must be horribly frightened.”
Heidi nodded. “It’s been awful,” she said. “The police think I should find another place to stay.”
“Have you?” Milt asked. “Found another place, I mean.”
Heidi shook her head. “Not…not yet,” she said. “I…to be honest with you, Milt, I haven’t had time to give it much thought. Maybe I’ll take a leave of absence and go stay with my sister in Oklahoma for a while.”
“I hope you take this the way I mean it,” Milt said, “but you could stay with me. You’d be safe at my place. I can promise you that.”
“It’s sweet of you to offer, Milt,” Heidi said, touched by his offer. “But I can’t. If…if this animal found out I was there, then you’d be in danger, too. I couldn’t stand it if I were responsible for anyone else getting hurt. My God! A policeman was almost shot at my house last night!”
“I understand,” Milt said. “Do what you have to. But the offer stands.”
“Thanks, Milt,” Heidi said, laying her hand softly on his arm. “I do appreciate it.”
She walked down the hallway to her office, unlocked the door, and went inside. She hung up her coat, turned around, and almost fainted. Spray-painted all over the walls of her office in red paint were the words, “WICKED, EVIL WOMAN!!!” “SLUT!” “BITCH!” “YOU WILL PAY!” “YOU CAN’T ESCAPE ME!”
Sobbing, Heidi turned and bolted from her office. She almost knocked down a group of students walking down the hallway as she ran toward the office.
Tim, who was sitting in his truck near the school, was startled when the two officers sitting in the cruiser in front of the school jumped out and ran into the building. “What the hell is going on?” he wondered. Then he heard the sound of sirens and more police cars, including a detective unit, rolled up in front of the school, the officers jumped out, and ran inside. “Heidi!” he thought, jumping out of his truck and starting toward the school. “Has something happened to Heidi?”
“Jackman, what are you doing here?” Lou Dewey, a portly patrolman Tim knew, asked when the young officer walked up to his cruiser in front of the school.
“I was driving by, saw the lights, and wondered what all the excitement was about,” Tim replied.
“You know that lady up on Johnson who’s got somebody after her?” Dewey said. “Yeah, you do, don’t you. You damn near took a slug up there last night, didn’t you?”
“Yeah,” Tim responded, impatient. “What about her?”
“The asshole who’s after her got into her office here at school,” Dewey replied.
“She OK?” Tim asked, finding it a bit difficult to breathe.
“Yeah, she’s fine,” Dewey said. “The psycho just spray-painted a bunch of crap on her office walls.”
“Oh,” Tim said, relaxing.
“We have to find someplace where you’ll be safe,” detective sergeant Linda Tyler, who Heidi had spoken with the night before, told her. They were in the principal’s office, and Heidi had just started to get over the shock of what she’d discovered in her office.
“But…but if I stay with someone,” Heidi said, “won’t I be placing them in danger, too?” She shuddered. “I mean, the animal who’s doing this seems to know everything about me. He…he even followed me to work. If…if I stay with someone and he finds out, isn’t it possible he’d hurt them, too?”
“I hadn’t thought of that,” Sergeant Tyler admitted. “Look, I’ll talk to my chief. Maybe we can figure something out.”
Tim went back to his truck. “Might as well go home and get some rest,” he thought. “With all the cops around here, Heidi should be safe for now.” He fired up his truck and headed for his apartment.
Carol Ann showed up at Tim’s apartment shortly after he arrived home. In other circumstances, he’d have been glad to see her but, given what had been happening, all he wanted was to get in bed and get some sleep.
He looked at Carol Ann and, in spite of how exhausted he was, felt a surge in his groin. She had on a jade green knit dress that buttoned all the way down the front, and a black belt around the waist. The outfit was breathtaking on her lithe body.
“You look tired, Tim,” Carol Ann said. “I think you’re working too hard.”
Tim took a deep breath. “Look, Carol Ann, I…I’ve had a rough couple of days,” he said. “I…”
Carol Ann’s arms went around him and she pressed her body against him. “I think you need a little relaxation therapy, Mister Tim,” she whispered.
Hugging, nice as it was, wasn’t what either of them wanted. Tim tipped her head up with one hand and kissed her. All the stress and exhaustion he felt vanished as his lips worked against hers and their tongues dueled. He felt like he was melting, and exploding, and being given electric shocks; all at the same time. His legs got wobbly and his heart started to pound.
Carol Ann sagged against him when the kiss ended, hugging him, pressing her middle against the erection throbbing in his slacks. “You do want me, don’t you, Tim?” she whispered.
“More than you could possibly know,” Tim said. He scooped her up in his arms and carried her to the bedroom. She nestled her head against his neck and her fingers combed through his hair.
Tim stood Carol Ann on her feet in the bedroom and they kissed again. He managed to get the buttons on her dress undone while she stripped his clothes off. Then, naked, they fell onto his bed.
The touch of Carol Ann’s bare, warm, flesh on his was so extraordinarily pleasurable that Tim, for a second he feared he would come just from snuggling against her. Somewhere he found enough reserve strength to control himself and began exploring her wonderful dusky body.
Softly, touching her as if she were super-fragile, he stroked her skin. She was so fine! Her breasts were flawless firm globes, tipped with dark circles, out of which grew thick, mouth-watering nipples. Tim took a rigid tip between his lips and lashed it with his tongue.
“Ohhhhhh!!!!! Goddddddddd!!!!!!” Carol Ann groaned. Her hands tangled in his hair, pulling him against her. He adored her chest with his lips for what seemed like an eternity, kissing first one breast, then the other, doing that over and over while she mewled with joy, her body twisting and straining, her hands clawing at him. “So gooooodddd!!!! You’re makin’ me feel so gooooooddddd!!!!” she cried.
Tim continued paying homage to Carol Ann’s finely molded body. Her skin was soft as silk, and rippled as his hands and lips moved over it. He was determined to touch every inch of her, to know her as completely as possible, in spite of the fact he was hard as a rock and about to explode any minute!
Carol Ann’s moans and cries grew louder as he caressed, kissed, and explored her. She responded ardently, moaning with delight, twisting and turning with need his caresses evoked. “I need you!!!! Please, Tim!!! P