“The Care Package Ch. 2” by Mucky Sod – MFT



Sir Robert's Stories Home PageTime for the second and last installment of “The Care Package” by Mucky Sod. The first chapter was published on my blog some days ago so you may want to read that now in case you haven’t done so already. It is available here: “The Care Package” by Mucky Sod – MF.

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I met Myandra/Andy, at Killington, three winters ago. I worked there as a ski-lift operator and was part of their ski-patrol team as well. As employees, we got to ski this magnificent mountain for free. One day, I paired up with her by chance on the ski lift. We chatted for those twenty odd minutes during the ride to the top. As luck would have it, we kept running into each other through out that day on the slopes. That evening I saw her again at the Wobbly Barn, which is a popular Après-ski watering hole at the base of the mountain. We struck up a conversation which led to us becoming ski buddies that winter. I got used to running into her on the mountain and got to know her a little more.

She had a Master’s degree in Art and Literature from Berkeley University and moved to Vermont when she inherited her grand parent’s estate after her grand mother died a few years ago. Besides the big house, the grandparents also left her their hardware store. She made attempts to turn this into an art gallery but not being very business minded, she ended up using this facility more for storage than an art gallery. It was just another property she had inherited and didn’t know what to do with. She was a successful writer of children’s books, so was not hurting for money. She also taught art for some of the locals. In our conversations she told me that I had very striking facial features and that I ought to consider modeling for her students. Back then, I lived on a tight budget of a ski-bum, so any chance to make extra money was welcomed. I agreed right away.

I posed for her students, whenever she was teaching portraits. Every once in a while she suggested some semi-nude modeling and as it only involved exposing one or part of my breasts I was happy to oblige. She paid me well. I got to know some of her students and we became friends during our after-class sessions at the Pot Belly pub.

Andy was a woman of mystery. She was very secretive about her personal life. Once in a while, she would join us for drinks, but whenever personal stuff came up in our conversations, she would brush off the questions with a shy smile or a, “none of you damn business.” Whenever I asked others about her, I would get only blank looks. Once, some one said that Andy may be a lesbian, but they were not sure. Another puzzling thing about Andy was her secret trips to Cape Cod. She supposedly had friends from college who had galleries in Provincetown. Every one knew that Provincetown was popular place for artists and writers, but it was also a famous LGBT community of New England. Like everyone else I could only speculate.

My friendship with Andy grew. The more I got to know her, the more fascinated I became of her. She was a classy lady; beautiful with a lot of striking attributes. We both had similar figures, except that she was a few inches taller than me. She looked stunning in whatever she wore. There was an aura of elegance and seductiveness to her femininity. She was the kind of woman I always wanted to be. She was comfortable with herself but without the arrogance. It was easy to be around her because of the kindness she radiated when I was with her. In short, I was mesmerized by her. When we first met on the ski slopes, she reminded me of a movie star, with her long blond hair flowing behind her, as she worked her sexy ass downhill. Her confidence was very impressive and I had hoped even back then, that she and I would become friends. In time, we did. Still, there was that wall of secrecy to her. She was determined to maintain it and I never pushed past her boundaries.

She conducted her art classes in the living room of her house. The class size was small enough to accommodate everyone comfortably. I became a regular model for her sessions. One day I arrived at her place to discover that all her students had cancelled for that day’s session.

“I will pay you for your time, of course, Margo,” She said. “It’s not your fault.”

“Thanks, Andy,” I said politely. “But you don’t have to do that, you know. I would hate to take any money without working for it.”

“I have an idea, Margo,” she said with excitement to her voice. “How would you like to model for me? I have been meaning to use you for my stuff. We just never got around to it yet. Why don’t we try some sketches today?” Then she paused, “But, Margo, sweetie, I have to be honest with you. My specialty is nudes. Tasteful ones, of course. I don’t do porn!”


“Really what?” Andy asked in a matter of fact manner, “Really, that I want you to pose for my nudes or really, that I don’t do porn?”

I laughed shyly and said, “You know what I mean. But really I have no objection as long it’s for you. If you are OK with that, so am I. I hope my body is not a disappointment.”

“You have a lovely figure, Margo,” she said. “Besides, nudes are not always about lithe bodies. A lot of old masters painted fat, chubby women. You are definitely a cut above.”

She told me that sketching was her best kept secret. She could sketch nudes with her eyes closed. She said that she could knock off several sketches in one session and hoped that today was one of those days. Of course, I was willing to cooperate anyway I could.

“You will have to tell me what to do. I have never done full nude modeling before. I trust you, of course.”

“Well that’s a good start,” she said and went about getting ready while I went to the bathroom to change in a robe. I had seen some of her magical works, hanging all over her house so I knew she was talented.

While I was undressing, I kept thinking to myself, Wow, to be sketched by Myandra Bentley! That too, in the nude! I was bubbling with excitement when I came back to where she was waiting for me.

“We’ll only do some charcoals today, if that’s ok with you, Margo,” she said.

“You are the boss. Just tell me where to sit and what you want me to do.”

She went to work immediately. I sat sideways for the first sketch. She wanted me on a stool with my bathrobe over my thighs and legs. One of my breasts and the side of my face was being sketched. She hardly spoke while working. The first sketch took just half an hour.

“OK, this one’s done,” she announced. I changed position for the next one.

“Can I see it?”

“Nope! Not yet.” She replied abruptly. “I will show you everything when I am done. Don’t worry; you will see yourself in your naked glory at the end. Trust me.”

She went back to work. I wore the robe up to my waist so that my legs were visible for the next sketch, which took longer than the last one. More sketches followed as she kept drawing. I changed positions and revealed more and more of myself for every new sketch. She worked frantically, stopping briefly to sip some juice and then going back to work. I was allowed short breaks in between each sitting. Finally when she was done with the sketches of me in the robe, she said she was ready for full nudes. Up until this point, I thought nothing of what I was doing with her today. It was work, and just art, for art’s sake. But when the robe came off, I became aware of my nudity. I also realized that I was doing it for someone I had secretly admired. I became acutely aware of this.

I was told to turn around and bend over, holding the stool so she could do my back side. She said I had the perfect ass for sketching. This made me blush. I was sure that my vagina was protruding out from in between the cheeks of my ass. I wondered how she was drawing this part of my body. I felt a tingling between my legs. I was actually a little turned on. The thought of someone like her, sketching my most private parts like this, excited me. I definitely felt the moisture between my vaginal lips. I hoped that she wouldn’t notice this from where she was.

After this sketch, she told me to wear the robe again but keep it open. I had to lean back on the stool, my legs stretched out, feet on the floor, holding the edge of the stool from behind. My body was sprawled out, so that the robe hung on my shoulders behind me and I was totally naked at the front. We did not break in between these two sketches. She didn’t want to lose the momentum. We had been working for nearly four hours by now.

I was aware of the excitement the previous sketch had caused. I distinctly felt the wetness inside my vagina. I feared that I might start dripping as I parted my legs and exposed my pussy in this pose. I worried that she would see this. I didn’t know why I was getting so turned right then. It never occurred to me that I might want to be with a woman. I was very impressed with Andy, but up until now, I never imagined being with her in a sexual sort of way. So it was quite embarrassing that my cunt was oozing, while she sketched me. It was not because I was physically attracted to her at this point but perhaps, it was the freedom I felt at that moment. My naked body, spread open for her, made me feel very sensual. I felt in control but I felt like losing control, and especially, to her. It was not planned. It was all new to me but still, I was interested to see where this would go. I trusted Andy implicitly. Up until now, the trust was more plutonic than sexual. So I tried to keep sexual thoughts out of my head at the time. But it was not easy. I kept imagining her dominating me. I was enjoying the thought of her controlling me. No words were spoken but I felt this invisible desire deep down. I also felt comfortable enough to finally ask her something which had been bothering me for a while.

“Andy, is it true what some people say about you?”

“Oh?” she said, without looking up. “What do they say about me?”

“Andy?” I said and paused, “Are you a lesbian?”

She stopped abruptly and looked at me. Her expressions were very cold. She went on staring at me.

“I hope I didn’t offend you, Andy? I am sorry. I was just curious.”

Still no response. Just that stoned cold expression.

“What?” I said nervously. “Can’t you speak and say something please?” I grinned nervously. “Oh man, I am not offending you, am I? Andy? I did, didn’t I?”

And then her smile returned. There was sneakiness to her smile too.

“Tell you what,” she said, “hold your thoughts and let me finish first. I am almost done here and then we can talk about all that stuff, OK?”

She went back to work. I remained quiet after that. She became very busy putting the final touches to this sketch. Finally she said out loud, “And, Voila! We are done!”

She picked up the completed sketches and walked toward me. I was about to stand up and cover myself with the robe when she spoke in a commanding voice.

“No, don’t!” she said loudly. “Leave that open. I want you exactly where you are. I want you to stay just like that so I can show you what I have done with your beautiful body.” And she showed me all her sketches. One, by one.

“Wow,” I exclaimed when I saw myself in the nude through her eyes and her charcoal. She had turned me into a seductive vixen. When she showed me the one where I was bent over the stool with my backside to her, my jaw nearly hit the floor. She sketched my back side and my vagina in a very tasteful, but extremely erotic manner. She captured the excitement I had felt at the time too. She was very detailed in the way she sketched the cheeks of my ass and my vaginal lips as they opened from behind me. I don’t know how she managed to do this with charcoal but she distinctly created a little wetness oozing out of me too. Suddenly I became wet again.

“You were excited, weren’t you, Margo?” she whispered and came closer. She had a mischievous smile to her. I blushed like a little school girl.

Finally, she showed me the last sketch which she had just finished. It had the distinct characteristic of porn. I was taken a back with what I saw. There I was, sprawled out in my naked glory, holding on to the stool, the bath robe flowing behind me and my cunt lips wide open. Once again, she had drawn a few drops of juice oozing out of me.

“Now, tell me the truth, Margo,” She said confidently and reached for my bathrobe which was clinging to my shoulders. “Tell me, did posing for me excite you?”

Her hands massaged my shoulders and I became wobbly. I had my answer. She was definitely a lesbian and now she was coming on to me very deliberately. What I didn’t understand at that moment was, why was I not stopping her? If I was not interested in her physically then why was this happening? Something else was very noticeable about her too. I felt a genuine tenderness to her approach. And I wanted it to continue. I did not stop her when she bent down to kiss my lips. She still held the sketches in her hand.

“I don’t know what’s happening to me Andy,” I trembled. I was becoming putty in her hands. “I don’t know what I am doing here,”

“Shhsssssh,” She said and placed a finger on my lips. She kissed my forehead lovingly, and dropped the sketches on the floor. Her hand moved to one of breasts and she touched me. Her approach was so gentle. I was still in the same position, with my legs spread out over the stool. She moved her finger down to my vagina and touched my clit. I was very wet. I could not speak as she spread my lips, and penetrated my cunt with her index finger. I moaned. I forgot that it was a woman who was doing this to me. Part of me wanted to run, but the other part of me begged me to stay. I felt something which was much bigger than lust. I felt it in my core. I wanted her to continue and have her way with me. If she was a Lesbian then so be it. She finger fucked me slowly. Her thumb found the nub of my clit and sent electric shocks to my spine.

“Oh fuck, Andy,” I moaned and held her hand tightly. She inserted another finger. I was creaming on her fingers. She touched me skillfully. Only a woman would know how to please another woman like this. I leaned back on the stool with my eyes closed and waited for the explosion which was on its way. I could sense this. This was pure skill of an artist. She knew what I needed at that moment and she was giving it to me. The flood of emotion and pleasure finally broke from deep with in me. I held her hand tightly and then with one last thrust of her finger I exploded on to her hand. I don’t squirt very often, but that day, with her fingers inside me, I lost control and came all over her hand. It was a pure and beautiful moment. It felt so perfect and so right.

“Oh dear god,” I sighed when I opened my eyes. She stood above me. Her finger was out of my pussy and she was stroking my hair lovingly. “Oh god, Andy, thank you! I don’t know what else to fucking say to you right now. I am just, so, so ,” I was lost for words.

“You needed it, baby,” She said and helped me with the robe. She caressed my face like a mother does to her baby. “Sweet Margo, Sweet, sweet Margo. You are so beautiful and so sexy. I enjoyed making you smile. Very much.”

“Wow,” I smiled, “My first finger fucking by a woman!”

“Is this how you imagined it would be?” She asked coyly.

“Better,” I smiled. “So, am I supposed to do something for you now? I am sorry; I am not sure what we are supposed to do next, Andy. I have never been with someone like you before. I don’t want to seem selfish or anything, you know.” I was very nervous.

She smiled and pulled me up to face her. She held my hand and looked into my eyes.
“Do you trust me? I mean really, really trust me?”

“Of course,” I said. “After what just happened here? Of course I do, Andy. Why would you even ask?”

“What do you think happened here, Margo?” She asked. “Why did you allow me to touch you like that? Do you remember what you felt at that time? I don’t mean the lust part, what else happened? I have to be sure, you know!”

“I don’t know,” I tried to explain. “But yes, you are right; it was not just the lust. There was something else. I guess I have been attracted to you all this time and didn’t know it? I am so in awe of you, Andy. It was not lust. May be an admiration? I am not sure how to explain. It’s not your stunning looks or your sexy personality. It’s the person that I know you are, that overwhelms me? I think I wanted that person to touch me but didn’t know it. I wanted Andy, the incredible human being that you are, to feel me. So, yes, I think that’s why it got as far as it did. And honestly? I don’t care if you are a Lesbian, I like being around you even if we never do this again. Does that explain things?”

She stood looking at me and smiled. She said nothing.

“What?” I asked. “Fucking say something already!”

She took my hand and said, “Come with me. Let’s take this upstairs.”

With my half opened robe flowing behind me, she led me up the stairs to her huge bedroom.

“Very nice, Andy,” I said when we entered her bedroom.

“I will love you today like you have never been loved before, if you will let me, Margo. But only if you want me, to want you.” There was that controlling voice of hers again.

“Sounds like you have been planning this for a while, huh?” I chided her.

“Not at all,” she replied. “These things are supposed to happen when they happen. No one can plan this. I am not a big fan of seduction.”

She kissed me on the lips and held my hands. It was that soft gentle kiss of a woman. I liked the feel of her lips on my lips. She was so feminine and so elegant. She slipped off the robe from my shoulders and it fell to the floor. I stood in front of her, completely naked again. She stepped back and took off her smock. She had not been wearing a bra underneath. I saw her breasts for the first time. They were beautiful. She had small, perky nipples. Her breasts were about the same size as mine, but her nipples were so much sexier than mine. I went on staring at her tits. She saw this and took one of my hands to her breasts. I felt another woman’s breasts for the first time. She still wore her Pirate pants which hung just below her naval. She had an amazing body. Her flat belly was tighter than mine. She was very athletic and I couldn’t wait to see the rest of her but I didn’t want to rush things. I was enjoying her lead.

She moved her head down to my neck and planted soft kisses all over my neck and then slid down to take one of my breasts in her mouth. No man that I know could do this as skillfully as she did. She suckled on my nipple while her hand played with my other breast. She tried to take my entire breast in her mouth and it drove me crazy. I started to moan with pleasure. She took her time with each breast. Switching back and forth with her mouth and hand and then flickering her tongue over my erect nipples. This drove me insane with pleasure. I kept stroking her hair and breathing into her ears. I bit her ear lobes and heard her moans. The more she sucked my breasts the more my love juices gushed out of my pussy. My cunt was on fire. My juices flowed out of me uncontrollably. She knew all the right moves. She was the master of making love to another woman. Eventually her tongue snaked its way down to my belly button. She was down on her knees in front of me now. I felt helpless at not being able to do anything. I wanted to touch her and hold her too, but she was determined to be in command. I kept caressing her long blond hair from above.

“Your have beautiful skin,” She said and licked her way downward. “I like the taste of your skin, Margo. I hope you don’t mind that I want to have you first? We will see what follows. OK?”

I didn’t say a word. I was swooning with excitement. My cunt was steaming with excitement. I knew it won’t be long before her tongue finds its way down in between my legs and plays with my clit. I ached for this. She caressed my naked skin with her hands and her tongue as she moved downward. She was on her knees when she parted my legs apart. Her hand went behind me and grabbed my ass, pulling me toward her mouth. My juices leaked out of my pussy and trickled down to my thighs. She licked my thighs and tongued her way up to my crotch. She found the bottom part of my soaking wet pussy and licked her way up. I felt shivers all over my shaking body as her tongue went up ward through the open slit of my wet cunt. I felt her darting upward, heading toward my excited clit. When she arrived there, she deliberately circled my nub to tease me. A desperate moan escaped my lips. Eventually, her lips covered my throbbing clit. I screamed as she started to milk my little erection. I shuddered with pleasure. My entire body shook and then just like what happened downstairs, I came again. It was more like I gushed than just cum. I had never lost control so quickly like this before. Then to have two orgasms in matter of minutes was something I had never imagined I could do. I screamed loudly when I came. She continued to lick me, and while still on her knees, she moved around me. She commenced licking the underside of my ass in a very slow and erotic manner. She worked her way up my back side and slowly stood up behind me in such a way so that our asses were touching each other. She was still wearing her Pirate pants and I was completely naked.

She took my hand and while facing away from me, turned me around so that I was hugging her from the back. My nipples brushed against her bare back. She folded my arms around herself and let me hold her. I smelled her hair and her flowery perfume. She dropped her head into my neck. I moved down to kiss her lips. I took that as a signal to take the lead and do something for her now. She looked up at me and smiled.

“You still like me?” She asked. “Me, the person?”

“Of course,” I said and kissed her again. This time I tongued her mouth and tasted her properly. I had never kissed a woman like this before. That too, with such intensity as I was kissing her right then. It felt so natural.

“I believe you,” she said and took my hands to her breasts.

I planted kisses to her neck, still standing and holding her from behind. I blew hot air in her ears and kissed her shoulders. She was so beautiful and so feminine. I played with her breasts and her tiny nipples with my fingers. I felt really close to her at this tender moment. She moaned and took one of my hands. I knew what will happen next. I was fully prepared for the first time I will touch another woman’s pussy. I couldn’t wait to feel hers. So I let her lead my hand downward into the elastic band of her Pirate pants. She kept letting me stroke her Pubic area. She was completely shaved. Then suddenly I felt something and froze. Andy had a cock.

“What the….” I started to say but I didn’t get to finish.

She turned around, with my hand still inside her pants, still holding her penis.

To say that I was breathless from a major shock at that particular moment would be the understatement of a lifetime. I didn’t know what to do or what to say. I was not prepared for this. Part of me wanted to laugh out loud at the absurdity of the situation. Had I been set up by Andy? It was very awkward but for some reason, I was not angry at Andy. There was a comical aspect to this too.

“I am sorry, Margo,” Andy said in a sincere voice. “I should have told you before it got this far. But, honestly, I didn’t plan this. I am sorry. Do you feel cheated? I swear that was never my intention. You said you trusted me, remember?”

“Yeah, may be you should have told me this,” I said as I tried to control a laugh. “I got to tell ya, Andy, what a fucking surprise!”

“We can stop right now and pretend this never happened. And I am truly sorry, Margo,” she said as she stared into my eyes.

Ironically, while all this was going on, I was still holding her erect cock.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” I said out loud. “After all this? I don’t want to stop. I want to see it. I have never seen a ….wait, what do they call you then? I am not even sure. A he-female? A she-male? A Tran? What already?”

“Mostly a chick with a dick,” she smiled.

“A very beautiful chick with a dick,” I laughed. “Except, I haven’t seen the dick yet.”

To me she truly was a beautiful woman, despite her cock, which I was still holding in my hand. My horniness disappeared for a brief moment but my curiosity kept me interested. She had, after all, taken a big risk to reveal this aspect of herself to me. So I continued to hold her cock like it was my prized possession. Judging by the way it felt, it was not a small cock either.

“This has to fucking come off,” I screamed and yanked down her Pirate pants. The ruffled pleats of her pants had hidden her erection rather well despite the fact that she had not worn any underwear.

I stood back to look at her properly. In front of me stood a beautiful woman, with the sexiest feminine features; that long mane of her golden hair, and her fantastic tits, her flat feminine belly, those long legs and a perfectly shaven crotch and a very proud and erect cock. It was about seven inches long with a pretty good girth to it. If I didn’t know any better, as I did now, I would have sworn it was a man I was staring at from waist below. Without, of course, the sexy legs. And she had a pair of legs to die for too. “Holy shit! Holy fucking shit,” was all I could say at that moment. I could not stop smiling too.

“So, this is your secret, huh.” I said to her. “This is the reason why you are so quiet about your personal life?”

“Well, not too many people are receptive to such bizarre acts of nature, you know,” she said and smiled. “Not everyone is open-minded as you are, Margo. I had a feeling that you might be. But quite honestly, I had no idea that you have never been with a woman before. That one was bit of a surprise for me.”

I pulled her close and caressed her golden hair. “But you went for me anyway,” I said sarcastically.

“I took a risk only because you asked if I was a lesbian.”

“Ok so now what should we do, Andy?”

“We do whatever comes naturally,” She said. “Do you want to be here with me still or are you turned off, totally?”

“Are you able to fuck a woman with this thing?” I asked coyly. I was already stroking her cock.

“I can be with a man and a woman. I can do both. But ultimately it’s the person that counts, remember?”

“Well, in that case,” I said confidently. “This could be start of something beautiful. I want to be with you Andy. You, the person, above anything else. I have developed a crush on you obviously or I don’t think we would have come this far. And this does not turn me off. In fact, this becomes easier. That is, if you still want me around, of course!”

“Silly girl,” she smiled. “Of course I want you around.”

“Well that settles it,” I agreed, smiled and looked at her cock again. I was still stroking it. I couldn’t wait to have it in my mouth.

“Margo, tell me why do you think this becomes easier?” she asked.

“I get to have you as a man, and as a woman. And the way you touched me today as a woman, no one has ever done that to me before. So yeah, for me this is much easier. I get to have it all.” I told her and added, “What about you though?”

“I like it that we are here,” she said very lovingly and added, “Together! Does that answer your question?”

It did. We moved over to the bed.

We made love during that afternoon and into the evening. She was a great kisser. My lips became puffy from all the kissing we did that day. I could not get enough of playing with her tongue inside my mouth and rubbing her breasts as we kissed. This was a new experience for me and I fell into the role instantly.

When she finally fucked me with her cock, there was a special tenderness to her technique. Guys are not so tender when they are fucking. Andy was something else. She was very gentle when she entered me. The first time it felt awkward and she sensed this.
“Think of me as the lesbian you always wanted to fuck, except that this lesbian comes with a permanent strap-on!”

“What a beautiful strap-on you have too,” I said to her and inserted her cock inside me.

It was impossible not to adore her cock. I kept touching it throughout the time we were together. I also got to suck her. She tasted a little different from the men I have had in my mouth. Letting her cum in my mouth was a special treat for me. It was my way of paying tribute to her trust. When she fucked me from behind I felt the length of her cock hitting the bottom of my pussy. I experienced an amazing orgasm with that position. When she fucked me Missionary position I was able to play with her tits and watch her from below. She was an intense lover. I was very surprised how quickly I made the adjustment of being with someone like her sexually. I guess my inner demons, this crush that I apparently had for her, woke up and saw me through this new transition. The emotional attachments were very strong.

Low and behold, after this first time, I started seeing more and more of Andy. Later she asked me to move in with her and make our relationship more permanent. There were no needless pressures on each other. In time, everything fell into place quite nicely. We turned her so-called art gallery into a café for me. I always wanted to put my Business degree to good use and Vermont was the perfect place to do this, without the corporate bullshit I had left behind to become a ski bum. It was the best of both worlds. She had more time to write, paint and promote her work. I had something permanent to call my own. We complimented one another rather well. And the sex was awesome too.

In many ways, we had an open relationship. She and I agreed that Andy, despite having this beautiful cock, would want hard body of a man every now and then. So she was free to explore whenever such opportunity presented itself. I too had a similar freedom, even though I hardly took advantage of this privilege. Having my ways with Antoine was probably one of these isolated incidents where I went for a male body in such ferocious manner. Andy made her runs to Provincetown and did her thing every now and then with other Transgender and or gay men just for a little variety. We could talk about this without any jealousy between us. We both knew and respected our limits. I became very comfortable with our situation and was not ashamed to talk about it when asked. The whole town assumed that we were a happy lesbian couple. They didn’t know that Andy had a dick too. Andy didn’t want the whole world to know this. So we kept it that way.

I sat at the counter of my café, thinking about all this today, because Andy called this morning and was coming home today. Up until now, I had not said a thing to her about Antoine. How he and I had been fucking our brains out while she was gone. I could not hide Antoine from her for ever, obviously. Andy and I had an open relationship and we were always honest about everything. I laughed when I thought what a shock it will be for her when she finds out. Especially, since she specifically told me not to dip into this particular jar of honey. But the fact was, I did. I had my ways with Antoine. I knew that she would be OK with it, but still, it played on me. I wanted to break the news to her and tell her everything when she was home.

Another thing which occurred to me was that Antoine never asked me about my relationship with Andy. I was too busy fucking him and using his hard body until now. I had to tell him. So I took him aside and told him about me and Andy. Surprisingly, he was not judgmental. He smiled sheepishly when I told him. Of course, I left out the detail about Andy’s cock. He probably thought we were just two lesbians in love. I also made him promise not to tell Andy anything about what he and I had been up to. I wanted to be the first one to tell Andy. Antoine smiled again and this time I noticed it was not an innocent smile. I didn’t think much about it at that moment.

The moment I heard Andy’s car pulling into the driveway, I ran to meet her. We kissed passionately. “Damn, I have missed you, sexy girl,” she said.

Antoine walked toward us as well and Andy kissed him on the cheek. “Hello Handsome. Has my friend been keeping you busy? You look good, Antoine. All well with you?”

“Yes, Margo has been a great host, Myandra.” He said in a polite whisper. “It’s great to see you again. May I help you with your stuff?”

“Yes, thank you darling,” Andy said. “Be a dear and put all the art shit in the garage and then if you don’t mind, bring the suitcase up to the bedroom, please!” Then she turned to look at me, “I assume he has been up to our bedroom, Margo?” She winked.

“Are you nuts?”

“Uh huh,” was all she said and grabbed my ass. “I still want to see our bedroom. I want some of this baby. I have missed you so much.”

We held hands tightly and walked to the house. We were nearly at the door when she turned around, called out to Antoine and started to walk back to the car. But first she turned around and shouted at me, “Go ahead, Margo, I will be right there. Let me have a word with Antoine. There’s something I have to tell him about my stuff.”

I said nothing. I waited at the door and watched as Andy strutted her sexy ass toward Antoine. I saw them talking, but couldn’t hear anything. Her back was to me, so I couldn’t see her face, but I distinctly remember Antoine with the same sheepish smile of his again. When they were done she turned around and walked back to me.

“You still here?” she smiled and took my hand in hers again. She kissed me once more.

“What was that about?” I asked.

“Oh nothing,” she said casually. “I wanted to tell him what to do with my stuff and then we got to talk about our mutual friends on the Cape. They told me to say hello to him. I told you, the kid is very likable everywhere. You know the usual gossip?”

We were inside the house and could not stop hugging each other. I had truly missed her presence when she was gone. I could tell she had too. I could feel her erection when we French kissed. She was very horny to see me.

“Oooh, my baby is hard. Happy to see me, are ya, bitch?” I whispered to her in between our kisses. “I am ready too,” I said, “Let’s go. I want to ravish you now.”

I didn’t expect her to agree but she did. We went straight to our bedroom while Antoine was unloading the car. I couldn’t wait to grope her. I kissed her hard on the mouth the moment we walked in the bedroom. I started to undress her.

“Hold on there baby doll,” she protested. “What’s the hurry?”

“Not a moment to waste,” I said and took off her bra. I started to suck her nipples and heard her moans.

“Let’s do this on the bed, Margo,” She cried

We ended up in bed and pulled off the covers. She had my top off and unclasped my bra with one hand while the other hand found the top button of my jeans. She slid that hand inside me and found my opening. I was soaking wet. We went on kissing and getting hotter and hotter for one another. Then suddenly Antoine walked in on us. I had left the bedroom door open and he saw us kissing while we were propped up against the pillows on the bed. Andy stopped and looked at Antoine but made no attempt to cover herself. Her tits were visible for anyone to see. I was shocked but Andy wasn’t.

“Come in Antoine,” Andy said. “Come in and watch the action. Have you seen two women together before, sweetie? Does this make you excited?”

Antoine said nothing. Just that shit eating grin of his.

“What’s the matter with you?” I hissed at Andy.

“Oh don’t worry, honey. He is old enough,” She said ignoring me and then looked at Antoine, “Aren’t you Antoine? You like this don’t you, huh?”

Antoine was still quiet, but it was impossible to ignore the growing bulge in his crotch.

“Why don’t you sit down on the chair and watch, Antoine?” Andy said to him. “You like to watch, right? Don’t be afraid honey. Take off your pants if you feel like.”

As if on cue, Antoine went for his zipper and took off his pants. Andy turned to look at me. It was at this moment, I though that perhaps I ought to tell her about Antoine and I, but I couldn’t. Everything happened so quickly. I had not expected him to get undressed so fast. Our faces were turned toward Antoine, who was about to take off his underwear, Andy and I ended up whispering to each at the same time, “Wait till you see the size of….”

We stopped and stared at each other I knew right then the joke was on me. Now I understood why Andy had left me at the front door to go back and talk to Antoine just a while ago. To set this up! It was also obvious now that she had seen him naked before I did. She knew how huge his dick was. What else did she do with him? I wondered and smiled.

“I saw him modeling at the Cape. That’s how I know. The kid was quite the hit.” Andy said and grinned.

“You only saw him model?” I pouted. “Just that? Nothing else?”

“I’ll tell you all about it later,” she said. “Can we fuck now? I don’t care if he is watching I want you, and that’s all I know.”

We resumed our lovemaking. Now that the cat was out of the bag, I wanted to undress Andy urgently because I was still wondering if Antoine knew about my Andy’s cock. By the time we got down to Andy’s underwear, Antoine was totally naked and was stroking himself. I saw him obediently sitting away from us in the chair. He was watching us very intently. When I pushed down Andy’s underwear, I was expecting the shock. But it never came. It became apparent that even Antoine kept secrets from me. The sneaky bastard obviously knew about Andy and his dick. After that, I burst out laughing at my own naivety. It felt so stupid all of a sudden.

“What’s the matter?” Andy protested as I stroked her cock.

“Oh nothing,” I said, “I want this thing inside me. That’s all I care about now.” I said and quickly straddled her. I inserted her cock inside my pussy and plopped down on her. I had missed her and I had missed her cock. Even though I had been spoiled by Antoine’s massive penis these past few days, but I had missed my tender lover very much.

It turned out Andy had missed me too. She grabbed my breasts and sat up to suck them. Her hunger for my tits was apparent. I rode her cock. She moaned and I had a feeling she was going to cum very soon. My back was turned to Antoine so I could not see what he was doing. But Andy could.

“Oh the poor thing,” Andy whispered to me. “Let’s not disappoint him, Margo.”

“What do you mean?” I asked.

Andy pulled away from under me and went over to Antoine. She brought him to the bed and pushed him down on his back. She told me to straddle him. When I did, she took his massive cock and inserted it in my soaking wet pussy. I was already familiar with this enormous tool. This position reminded me of the first time with Antoine in the bathroom. I wasted no time. I had no idea what Andy had in mind but was very willing now.

“That’s it beautiful,” Andy whispered to me. “Feel him inside you. Isn’t he just so fucking beautiful? Just look at him. Isn’t he just so fucking delicious?”

She stood next to me and offered me her cock. I was very happy to oblige. She held my head lovingly as I slurped on her cock and tasted my own pussy juices on his dick. Slowly our pace quickened. Antoine who had not said a single word yet, moved under me. He pushed his pelvis upward and made slow moves to fuck me from below. I licked Andy’s cock. She moved away from me abruptly and went to our bed side table. She opened the drawer and pulled out the tube of lube. She was bent over Antoine’s head as she reached for the lube. He turned and took Andy’s cock in his mouth. I was mesmerized with what I just saw. I had never seen a man suck another cock before. It was so hot to watch this.

Andy changed position. She moved her leg over Antoine’s face and straddled his mouth as she faced me. She still had the lube in her hand. She lay over Antoine’s body, facing away from him and began licking my clit while I rode Antoine’s cock. In the mean time, Antoine resumed sucking Andy’s cock. My eyes were open wide. I had to see everything that was taking place right now. It was such a hot moment. I pulled Andy up and kissed her hard on the lips while I played with her tits. No one was in a hurry. All three of us wanted this moment to last for ever.

Andy brought the lube playfully to my face and whispered to me, “Ready for some fun, baby?” She had a mischievous grin. I freaked out. I knew my playful Andy.

“God no, Andy,” I hissed at her from between my teeth. “You are not going to fuck him in the ass! Oh no, Andy, don’t! The poor kid!”

She giggled and abruptly pulled her cock away from Antoine’s mouth. She literally jumped off of him and positioned herself behind me in a flash. I heard her answering me from behind me. “Not him, babe. I already had him.”

I gulped.

Suddenly, I felt a handful of lube being applied in the crack of my ass. I also heard Andy asking Antoine loudly, “So Antoine, what do you think Margo wants, huh?”

“Everything!” Antoine shouted back and grinned from down below. This was the first time he had said anything. The scheming bastard. Then I felt Andy’s finger inside my ass.

I gulped again.

It was not long before she inserted two fingers inside my ass. My pace over Antoine’s cock quickened. Eventually I felt the head of Andy’s cock, being pushed inside my backdoor. She was very gentle with the initial penetration. It went in slowly. She and I had done this before but never with another man’s cock inside my pussy at the same time. I was being treated to a double-penetration.

After the initial tightness, I began to relax and enjoy the ride. This feeling of two cocks in both of my holes was amazing. It felt great. I knew that my orgasm was going to be an intense one. I felt it coming. I knew it will be a hard one. I screamed from the pleasure. I knew that both of my holes will be flooded with hot semen very soon. Just the thought of this made me moan with ecstasy.

“Are you ready Margo?” I heard her from behind. I was sitting in her lap while she fucked me in the ass. Each of her thrusts met with Antoine’s angry assaults from down below. I felt both cocks touching each other through the thin wall separating my cunt and my anus. This barrier was being crossed at a crazy pace.

“Oh god, Andy,” I screamed.

That was the cue for both Andy and Antoine. Andy grabbed my hips tightly and pounded her cock into me deeper. Antoine grabbed my tits and sat up screaming. He took my nipple in his mouth and bit it hard. I screamed with excitement. I heard their moans. They were breathing heavily. I knew the eruption was moments away. We were very eager to let go. I was sweating and heaving from the excitement. I knew it was going to happen and I also knew the orgasm was going to be very hard and powerful. We were at a point of no return. And then it happened. I screamed one last time and felt both cocks spewing out their lava into my inner depths. We were rushing for this final crescendo at the same time. And when it happened, it was paradise.

When it was over, time froze! Andy remained inside my ass until her cock softened and slipped out of me. It left a trail of wetness on the crack of my ass. I squiggled over Antoine and saw his flaccid cock slip out of my wet cunt. We rolled over and collapsed on the bed together.

That night after we sent Antoine off to his room, Andy and I were snuggled together in our bed. We were completely satiated and relaxed.

“So when did you see Antoine’s cock the first time, you sneak?” I asked Andy.

“He was at a private art show in Provincetown.” She said. “I asked around about him. Turns out the kid is bi-sexual and was making the rounds of the gay bars over there. He was quite the hit over there. I heard he did some modeling too and saw see his huge penis during one of these sessions. So I made my moves. It was easy.”


“Yeah, the kid was putty in my hands,” she giggled. “Besides, he needed a place to sleep and I had a very nice room.”

“Of course,” I giggled, “The Holiday Inn in Provincetown, huh?”

“Oh you figured that out, did you?”

“So Andy, did you let him fuck you in the ass?” I asked.

“No,” she replied. “Are you kidding? You are asking me this? Did you let him fuck you in the ass when you were doing him all this time? Do you see how big he is?”

I was caught red handed.

“How did you know that I would fuck him?”

“I knew you couldn’t resist.” She laughed. “Besides the kid’s a bit of an exhibitionist so I knew he would get to you. I hope it was nice. You had fun didn’t you, Margo?”

“Yes, I did,” I blushed. “I won’t lie. He was fun to be with. We fucked a lot.”

“I am glad,” she said in a sincere voice. “I am really glad he amused you, babe! I am glad I talked him into leaving Provincetown. I was worried about his safety. The place is full of freaks.”

“So when does he leave?”

“I think he will be here for a while, don’t you?” She said with a grin, “He seems very happy here. I can tell.”

“Yes, but still….” I started to say and she interrupted me.

“Listen, I got him up here for you, Margo. At least let’s enjoy him while it lasts, shall we? And after that, we will see.”

“For me?” I said. “Really? For me? This was for me? How nice!”

“Yeah, I figured you needed some variety in freaks. And that cock? That’s a freak cock, if I have seen one, baby doll. And now you have two freaks!” She giggled.

“Yes, but I love my freak. You are my favorite Freak and don’t you ever fucking forget it!”

I kissed her good night. We nodded off to sleep………………


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This is the first story that I have published in which a transsexual appears. I think I have said this before but, you know? I don’t believe in labels, and I hate labels applied to people. They are necessary when you run a blog and have to use categories and tags but IRL… well… I would say I am “mostly heterosexual but”. Regarding that “but”, I have my own tastes regarding erotic tales, and you know them, because the sexy stories I publish are the ones that make my engine going. Therefore I really enjoy to read sexy stories about hotwives, and voyeurism, and also with gay characters, and those with hot lesbian scenes, or bisexuals, transsexuals, a little bit of control here and there… Mmmm… Let’s say I love sexual diversity!

Thank you again, Mucky Sod, for submitting your awesome and hot story to me. Kudos to you!

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“The Care Package” by Mucky Sod – MF


Myandra, or Andy as she liked to be called, was coming back today. I had an ear to ear grin when she called this morning. I was aching to tell her everything about him on the phone, but I chose to wait till she was home. There was so much to tell. Where to start? So much had happened during the past few days.

He showed up a few days ago at my coffee shop; The Café Marguerite! I was cleaning the counter when a pick-up truck pulled up across the street. A man got off from the back of the truck, waved at the driver as he drove off. He turned to look at my café from across the street, and headed toward me. He was a tall, muscular, man. He wore sunglasses, faded jeans and a torn T-shirt and carried an old back pack. A mane of un-kept hair whisked behind him as he walked toward me. I noticed the unshaved stubbles on his chin when he was closer. He looked a lot younger now too.

I was alone in the coffee shop at the time. The lunch crowd, consisting mostly of local folks around this sleepy town, had already left. This was a quiet afternoon for me.

“Hi, can I help you?” I asked when he came inside.

I stared at his blue eyes and his tanned skin. He was a handsome boy with chiseled features and the innocence of a semi-adult teenager. At first, I thought he might be a straggler, left over from the previous skiing season but I had never seen him before. So perhaps he was one of the early Ski bums who came to Vermont before the season, hoping for a head start. I knew this routine well. I came to Vermont the same exact way.

“Sorry to bother you Miss,” he said politely. “Do you know where I can find a Margo Preechard?”

He had an accent. It sounded South American. His blond hair threw me because he didn’t look like a Latino.

“It’s pronounced, Prichard,” I corrected him. “Yes, that would be me. How can I help you?”

“That’s what I meant, Preechard,” -again the accent, “I am Antoine, and I have a letter for you from a friend of yours.” He pulled out a wrinkled envelope from his back pack. “I would have been here sooner but it was tough hitching a ride all the way from the Cape.”

The envelope was from The Holiday Inn, Provincetown, Massachusetts. My name was written on the front. I recognized the hand writing right away.

“Wait. My friend, did you say?” I asked while I opened the letter.

“Yes, Myandra Bentley,” he said. “I believe she is your friend. She told me you would know what to do after you get this letter.”

“Where did you meet Myandra?” I asked. “This is strange. I just spoke to her on the phone, just this morning.”

“I met her on the Cape, Miss Preechard,” he replied politely. “At the Art show in Provincetown. I was leaving the Cape to head north, and she thought it might be a good idea if I come here and wait till she got here. She is on her way back in a few days, I think.”

He appeared a little nervous as he tried to sound convincing. Perhaps my stares were intimidating him. I opened the envelope. “Please, call me Margo,” I said, and read Andy’s letter.

Hey Hunny Bunny,
Guess what? I am sending you a care package named Antoine. Ha ha! I met him the other day at a gallery. He is an exchange student who is trying to make it to Canada and then write some sort of a book about his travels. He is a very nice kid, and I didn’t want him running into any trouble so I asked him to come and stay with us for a few days. He is quite handy, I am told. You wanted some work done around the Café and the garden, so may be he is your answer, Margo. All he needs is room and board. He could stay in the garage room. I’ll let you work it out. He is very reliable. So don’t worry about a thing, OK?


BTW, I sold some more nudes yesterday. I hated to part with the big canvas. It was my favorite. Some rich guy from New York is going to be staring at your sexy ass now. Are you thrilled? Ha ha.


I miss you, Margo!
Love and kisses


That’s all she wrote. Typical Andy. I stifled my anger. I didn’t want this kid to see how I was fuming inside. This was the 21st Century, for god sake. She couldn’t tell me about him on the phone? She had to write a fucking letter? How Bohemian was that!

I thought of some choice words for my next call to her. She sold a painting which I had modeled for, she spoke to me on the fucking phone every day and she couldn’t mention this when we spoke?

I put the letter back in the envelope and said, “So did you have anything to eat today? How about a sandwich while we figure out what to do about you?”

“Yes, please,” he said. “Thank you. That would be really nice.”

“Why don’t you sit anywhere you like and I will get you a sandwich. And while you are eating, let me call Myandra and see what she wanted you to do, OK?”

“OK, and please tell her I got here safe and sound. I know she was worried.” He said, and paused. Then he added, “And also? Please tell her I said hello.” There was a weird tone of camaraderie in that, “Please tell her I said hello.” How interesting, I thought!

“Will do,” I handed him a sandwich and went to the kitchen to call Andy.
“Hello, Honey!” She chuckled.

“What the fuck were you thinking?” I screamed at her. “Who is this Antoine? And, for that matter, why couldn’t you tell me this on the phone? You had to write a fucking letter? What the fuck?”

“Jesus, Margo, Calm down. Listen, he was hitch hiking. How would I know when he was going to show up? If show up at all, even?” I was livid as she continued to talk. “I didn’t want to worry you with all these details, my love. That’s why I didn’t tell you, OK?” She paused and in her usual sweet and concerned voice asked, “So he made it up there all safe and sound?”

Her voice could melt glaciers. I became calm hearing it too.

“Yes, he is fine. He just got here.” I replied. “But what’s he supposed to do here? I don’t understand. What were you thinking, Andy?”

“Oh use him, Margo. He told me he would help out around the place. Make him mow the fucking lawn, clean your tables, anything. What do I know? Figure something out till I get there. Use him, OK? He is such an innocent boy.”

“And he is not a freak or some sort of a serial killer or anything, right?” I asked. I wanted to be sure. “You know this for sure?”

“Yes, he is fine.” She brushed away my concerns very casually. “I spent time with him down here. He is cool, Margo. You will find him very amusing, once he opens up to you.” She giggled. “He will be good company. Trust me.”

I changed the subject with a pout.

“And you couldn’t tell me about the painting on the phone?”

“Oh yes, I totally forgot to mention this. Sorry? Please forgive me?” I could picture her in her naughty smile at the other end. “Ok so listen, I have to go. I’ll speak to you tonight or tomorrow morning. Oh hey Margo, before I go?”

“Yes, what?”

“Listen, the kid’s barely 18. So don’t get any ideas, OK? I know he is handsome and all, but just saying, OK?” And then she giggled uncontrollably.

“Fuck you, Andy,” I screamed. “Like you said, he is so young. So thank you but no thank you, you fucking freak!”

“Well, Margo, honey, you have this thing about corrupting the youth, remember?”

“I do, but I think I’ll pass on this one, babe. And, for the record, I am not that old, OK?” I chuckled with her.

I was smiling when I came back to Antoine.

“Miss Preechard….I mean, Margo,” he said, “I don’t want to be a hassle for you. I told Myandra that I would like to make myself useful while I am up here. So if there’s anything I can do around here, please let me know. OK?”

“Oh that can wait,” I said. “You must be tired. Why don’t I close shop for a little bit and take you over to the house? We can get you settled and sort out your sleeping arrangements. It’s just a little walk from here, OK?”

While we were walking to the house, I asked about his accent. “Where are you from exactly, Antoine? Andy said you were some sort of an exchange student.”

“Portugal,” he replied. “My parents are from Portugal and we live in Brazil now. I go to school in Miami.”

I led him to the house where Andy and I lived. It was an old Colonial, inherited from her grandparents several years ago. We had a detached garage with a large room on the second level. The futon bed made it into an extra guest room. We always had visitors, especially during the Skiing season. There was a WC but no facility for taking a shower. We had an extra bathroom on the ground level of the main house. I showed him where he could enter the house from the back door at any time. This was Vermont. No one locked their homes. So he would be free to come and go as he pleased.

During this quick tour, he asked about the paintings around the house. Most were nudes which Andy had painted over the past two years. Some oils, but there were lots and lots of sketches. Andy could draw nudes in her sleep. That’s how good she is. Antoine asked if I was the model. I told him the truth.

“I saw a lot of paintings at your café” He observed. “Myandra did those too?”

“Actually, the café used to be her art gallery,” I explained. “Now, it’s part gallery and part café. People can come in for coffee, walk around, enjoy the art, and perhaps buy too. Right now the back portion is closed. During the season, it becomes a full gallery. This is the reason she goes on the road during summers. You met her in Cape Cod, remember?”

“So you and Myandra own the café together?” He inquired innocently.

“Yes, in a way, you could say that.” I smiled. “We do lots of things together.”

I had hoped for a reaction, but none came. He only seemed interested in Andy’s work. Then he changed the conversation to something else. Antoine asked where we kept our lawn mower.

“Perhaps I could make myself useful, Margo,” he said politely. “Your grass looks like it’s ready for mowing. I don’t mind really.”

“Yes, but we have such a huge yard, Antoine,” I said. “It’s so hot today too.”

“I could use the exercise. I will have it done by the time you get back from work.” He seemed determined.

“OK, suit yourself.”

I showed him the lawnmower. “I have to get back to work now. My part-time crew will be coming in soon.”

The more we spoke the more I loved his accent. Words flowed out of him like honey. I could not stop staring at his muscular body as well but Andy’s words kept coming back to me. This boy was hot, but so damn young. Suddenly, even as a young woman of only thirty one, I felt like an old lady around him. Andy is older than me by a couple of years so I also understood her concerns.

Damn, these young studs, I thought to myself and walked back to the café. It was only a half block away, but tried as I did, I just couldn’t get his face and his body out of my head. If this was not enough torture, the weather didn’t help either. Today was one of the warmest days in June. The warmth inside my head made it feel even hotter. It was a long walk indeed.

Not much happens around this town during off-season. Before Antoine showed up, I had planned to stay at the Café till our normal closing time, but this boy made me restless. I decided to leave early that evening.

There are many houses across the street before reaching the long, secluded drive-way to our house. But after the drive-way, it becomes completely secluded. Thick forestry surrounding Andy’s property provides a lot of privacy. The sun was going down, but it was still very light and the air was thick with the muggy warmth of a typical New England Summer. I smelled the fragrance of freshly cut grass. Antoine had finished his chore, after all. I walked closer to the house and noticed the freshly mowed lawn. I walked further till I saw the garage. Then I saw him. I froze where I stood. Suddenly, my heart stopped beating by what I saw. Antoine was turned away from me and was completely naked. He was spraying water over his body from the garden hose. Obviously he didn’t expect anyone to walk in on him like I just did. My immediate reaction was to sneak behind a tree quickly. I was not prepared for this.

I remained hidden very quietly and stared. That’s all I could do at that moment; just stare! What lay before me was a prized specimen of a perfect male body. He was facing away from me. I could see his backside. It was simply magnificent. His smooth, muscular buttocks seem to glow deliberately from the falling water and the fading sunshine. He had strong legs, with thick hamstrings and calves. His broad shoulders and strong back reminded me of the Adonis youth in all his glory. He shook his wet hair a few times and water splashed out of his mane. He reminded me of a majestic lion taking a dip in a pond. I was in pure awe of this young Hercules. And when he turned around, I nearly died.

It was not so much his handsome face covered in water, nor was it his broad chest and the hard erect nipples, or his flat and well shaped muscled belly, or the tuft of the light golden hair on his pubic area that got to me. It was the size of his penis which made me go mushy. He was hung like a horse. I had never seen such a magnificent cock. It hung proudly between his legs over a large set of testicles which just added to the regality of his beautiful form. I was in plain awe of this youthful body.

I watched eagerly as he lifted his flaccid penis to spray the garden hose in between his crotch. Even though his hands and arms looked very strong, I could sense the obvious weight of his organ. He was huge. From where I stood, I could guess that in this flaccid state he must have been at least seven inches long. I creamed when I tried to visualize this monster in its full erected glory. I could feel the wetness between my legs. My juices were leaking out of me as I watched Antoine. He did something else which quickened my heart beat even more. He turned around again and spread his legs to spray some water in the crack of his buttocks. I saw his other hand parting open the cheeks as water rushed down from his lower back in between the crack of his muscular ass. My cunt was steaming hot now.

While he was still turned away from me, I decided to make a run for it. I didn’t want to be here anymore. I didn’t want to risk being caught, while he was still naked. I wanted to leave him to do what he was doing. As soon as I thought it was safe, I took one final glance. He was still turned away from me. I ran back to the street and headed straight toward the Pot Belly Pub. The happy hour was in full swing. I felt relieved to be in familiar surroundings. I thought I would have a drink here and give Antoine some time to get dressed. I could walk back home a little later and pretend as if nothing had happened.

“Hey Margo,” Craig the bartender shouted a greeting. I pulled up a bar stool. “How ya doing? What can I get you?”

“Give me a stiff….,” I started to say and paused. Images of Antoine’s huge penis crowded my head for a spilt second. I smiled to myself. “Give me a stiff something, Craig. I could use a strong drink. How about some Bourbon?”

“Sure! Coming right up,” he said and then asked out of concern, “Are you OK, Margo?”

“Yeah, I am fine, just a crazy day at work.” I settled down on the stool to recollect what just happened over at the house. I was wearing jeans today. I felt the wetness around my crotch. The dampness lingered. Thank god, I wore panties today.

After some idle chit chat with some of the locals and a few drinks later, I was relaxed enough to face Antoine again. For the life me, it was still impossible to get the image of his massive cock out of my head. I walked back to the house and when I passed the spot where I had been hiding while watching him, I recalled how he had turned around and I got to see his enormous member.

That evening, over dinner, I learned more about him and his family. His folks spent a lot of time in the Brazilian Rain forests because of his dad’s job. Perhaps this was the reason Antoine was so ‘out-door-ish.’ Throughout the evening, I stole glances and pictured him without clothes. It was hard to sit this close to someone, I was secretly drooling over. The image of his cock kept coming back; again and again. Andy’s warning echoed in my head too. He certainly had the body of a man, but still, he was only a boy.

“Margo, can I come with you tomorrow morning and help out at your café?” he asked as we were getting up to call it a night. “I don’t have anything else to do, so if I could keep busy and help you over there; it would be good, no?”

“Sure,” I said, “That would be wonderful. But listen, you don’t have to wake up so early for me. You know where the place is. Walk over whenever you wish.”

“I am an early riser,” he said quickly, “I will try not to disturb you when I come over to take a shower in the morning.”

There was that fucking word again. The shower! Suddenly my mind went back to hiding behind the tree, and how I watched him take that garden hose shower. I felt like telling him to take another outdoor shower in the morning, so I could drool over him from my bedroom window. But I didn’t say it, of course.

“Suit your-self,” I replied and we said our good nights.

From my bedroom I could see his room. His curtains were open. The room light was on as well. I stared out of my window for a while and then went to the bathroom to take a shower. My thoughts were filled with his naked body again. His presence was doing things to me. I felt so much older by his innocence, however. I doubted my own attractiveness suddenly.

I did a reality check in the bathroom. I undressed and stood in front of the full length mirror and stared at myself. I looked at my dark hair, my brown eyes, my nose, my puffy lips, my skin, my proud 34 C breasts and the taut nipples. I admired my flat belly and the thin strip of neatly trimmed pubic hair. It made me feel sexy all over. I looked at my shapely legs and finally accepted that I was not a bad looker, after all. Being a ski bum, eating properly, jogging and workouts at the gym were still paying off. If Antoine was hot, I was too. I slapped my own ass, and laughed at my vanity. This self serving exercise of admiring myself cheered me up actually. I showered and came back to the bedroom.

I turned off the lights but when I saw a glow of light coming from his room, I walked over to the window and there he was again. I could distinctly see that, once again, he was naked, and yes, I got another glimpse of his healthy cock as well. Suddenly, I was being tortured again. Doesn’t this guy like clothes? I thought to myself. He was a natural born exhibitionist and didn’t know it. Or perhaps he did.

That’s when it occurred to me that perhaps he was doing this on purpose. May be he caught me watching him earlier. May be in his young and naïve way, he was trying his “come-on” moves. He surely knew how beautiful he is. Perhaps he was putting the goods on display for me. Was I supposed to take the bait? I mulled over this as I watched him from my dark room. Once again, the voyeur in me got the better of me. My cunt became moist. I found myself drawn to the idea of ravaging his young body. It was very hard to remain, calm and in control, but I managed somehow.

When Antoine moved out of my view I drew the curtains and slid under the covers. I needed some relief of my own now, so I started to touch my own body. I closed my eyes and felt the sensitive strokes of my palm as it moved down from my naked breasts, my erect nipples, causing goose bumps over my skin. My hand moved downward to my belly button and then eventually down to the opening of my wet cunt. My clit was throbbing with excitement. It didn’t take very long for my frantic urge to take me to that coveted climax. It was intense when it came. I erupted in a silent orgasm. I spread my legs and let my juices flow out of me uncontrollably. My bed seemed to shake as I shuddered with the outpouring of my pleasure. Finally, I relaxed my body, closed my eyes and eventually fell asleep. I left Antoine behind, to his own night of nakedness. My last thought before nodding off had been, I wonder if Antoine masturbated tonight too.

The sun rises very early during summer in Vermont. I came awake at the break of dawn when I heard the distinct sounds of someone opening the back door to the house. I could not believe that Antoine was up already. My twisted mind brought about a very sexy image of Antoine’s hot body and his enormous cock. I imagined him striding confidently in the nude toward the house, with his majestic cock swinging proudly between his legs. I don’t know what made me think that but that was the first image that crossed my mind but that image lasted just for brief moment. Suddenly, the other questions came back. Was he, in a subtle way, trying to entice me? I waited in bed until I heard him enter the house. He was doing something in the kitchen. Perhaps drinking some juice or making some coffee. These sounds lasted a few minutes and gave me enough time to become fully awake. I got up very quietly and grabbed my bath robe. When I heard him enter the downstairs bathroom, I tip toed down the stairs to the foyer area of the guest bathroom. I needed the answers to my questions. So I spied on him.

Antoine had left the bathroom door slightly ajar. Son of a bitch, I thought to myself. Was this deliberate? I thought it was. But I still wanted to give him the benefit of the doubt. Perhaps he didn’t lock the door because he thought I was still sleeping. More spying was in order. So I went down on my knees very quietly and slid over to the door. I heard the shower. It was safe to push in the door some more. Steam escaped out of the bathroom. I took more risks and pushed the door little further to peak inside. I remained on my toes as I went closer. What I saw on the other side of the see-through shower curtain made me skip a heart beat.

Antoine, in his naked glory, stood under the spray of steamy water, with his eyes closed. He held a bar of soap in one hand while stroking his massive cock with the other hand. He was masturbating in the shower. I am sure he didn’t see me because his eyes were tightly shut. He was applying soap and water to his cock and pleasuring himself. I stared for a brief moment and then I lost control. I had seen enough.

“That does it!” I said to myself and stood up. I threw my robe on the floor, pushed the door open, yanked the shower curtain and barged inside the tub with him.

Antoine opened his eyes in shock, “What…..” he started to say as he saw me in the shower.

“Shssssh,” I whispered to him and grabbed his cock from his hands. “We are not going to waste this beautiful thing anymore!”

I was overwhelmed by his size even more after holding him for the first time. He was hard as a rock. I could never have imagined the girth of his cock until I held it. This was a freak cock in my shaking hands. It throbbed with a life of its own. I felt the size of this monster and the velvety smooth feel of the foreskin. It stood erect in my hand. It was huge. And it had weight too. I stroked his cock with one hand and gently massaged his balls with the other.

I expected Antoine to protest when I took his cock in my hand and stroked him. I thought he would say something. I thought he might show some shock at my intrusion. After all, I was the older woman, so I expected some expression of disgust too. Nothing happened. He closed his eyes again. I watched him slip into an oblivious bliss.

I held him close to me and licked his ears and his chin as I stroked him. I took his hands and placed them behind me. He grabbed my ass and kneaded my cheeks. When he pinched my ass cheeks, my burning cunt gave way. My juices were building inside of me. I felt the first trickle seeping out of me. I felt very wet down there and wanted to have this monster inside of me immediately.

“I need you to fuck me, Antoine!” I hissed at him. There was urgency to my ferocious wanting now. “I need this inside me. Now!”

“Right here?” He asked politely while I stroked him.

“Yes, against the wall. Fuck me right here! Standing up!”

He turned around and pushed me back against the side wall. He lifted one of my legs in his arm and tried to push his massive cock inside my pussy. It was too big. I wanted him in me. My cunt was on fire, but this position wouldn’t allow him to penetrate me. He held me forcefully against the wall and parted my legs wider, but his cock kept sliding away.

“Oh fuck it,” I screamed and pulled away from him. I grabbed his hand and pulled him out of the shower. I pushed him down on the floor mat. Water was everywhere and the mat became wet as well. I didn’t care. I was in hurry and wanted him inside me right away. I wanted to possess this cock. I wanted to feel it tear me apart. I knew it will hurt me, but I was looking forward to this pain as he would forcefully go inside me. The shower was still running behind us when I pushed him down on his back. I was on my knees in front of him, still holding his cock. I bent forward and took the bulbous head of this beautiful penis in my mouth and tasted him for the first time. I was very hungry for him now. There was no turning back. I managed a part of him in my mouth and felt him grow bigger. We are not wasting this beautiful thing anymore, I told my self No more! I screamed in my head.

I took him out of my mouth and straddled him. My legs were parted wide over his body. The opening of my cunt glistened with juices. I could not wait to have him inside of me. He was staring in amazement as I placed the head of his cock in between the folds of my moist pussy. I was determined to have what I was craving all this time. I was obsessed with having him, ever since I laid my eyes on this massive tool of pleasure. I took a deep breath and impaled myself on to him with all my weight. I felt his cock forcefully spreading me apart as I went down on his cock all the way. The excitement and the initial pain of having him inside turned me into a hungry bitch in heat. As soon as I hit the base of his cock with my clit; the first wave of orgasms came rushing in. That’s all it took. I screamed loudly and came hard. Just once stroke later, I was already there. My cunt tightened around his hardness. I placed my hands on his strong chest and shuddered with excitement. My screams subsided and I finally relaxed to see him staring up at me in and innocent but amazed expression. At that moment, I was so glad that he was legally an adult because I had damned near raped him just now.

I closed my eyes again and started to go up and down on him. I had experienced a fierce orgasm just now, but I was not done yet. I also wanted this to be a very special experience for Antoine. I felt him inside of me, still hard as before. My cunt was very well lubricated. Earlier pains of having something this big inside of me were gone too. I was relaxed enough to fuck him properly and give him some pleasure. He had been stroking himself before I got here, so he was readily excited. I knew that he would not be too long. I grabbed his hands and placed them over my breasts. I told him to squeeze my tits as I continued to work my pelvis and relished the length of his manhood. I saw him close his eyes and watched his intensity. I knew he was going to cum soon.

“That’s it, Antoine,” I cooed above him. “You can let go anytime you want now, honey!”

He pushed his hips upward to fuck me from below. His hands on my breasts became rougher. He pinched my nipples and I squirmed with painful pleasure. I felt another orgasm building inside of me. This time, I wanted him to cum with me. So I screwed his cock with long and slow strokes.

“Oh god, Margo,” he cried out. “You are so tight!”

“No, you are so fucking big, Antoine. So beautiful, and oh so fucking big!” I cried out. “I know you can do this, baby,” I encouraged him. “Cum inside me, Antoine. Come on, let yourself go. Explode inside me; I want to feel you, honey. Fill my pussy with your cum, baby. Just do it, Antoine!”

Talking to him like this made me hornier. I heard his grunts. I urged him on and then all of a sudden he arched up and grabbed my ass forcefully. He shoved me down on his cock hard. He held me down so that my pubic mound crushed into his crotch. I felt his cock pulsating inside my cunt. I was stretched to the maximum. I saw his facial expressions change suddenly. He was very intense. And abruptly, at that crucial moment, I felt him gushing inside of me. I tightened my vaginal muscles around him skillfully and bought myself to an earth shattering climax at the same time. Waves and waves of a second orgasm unleashed out of my inner core. He was strong and could hold himself up in an arch like position as he emptied all of his warm seed inside of me. I shook above him, totally out of control.

Eventually, he collapsed on the wet floor with a huge sigh. He was not a talker. When the orgasm was over, he closed his eyes, and rested his head on the floor. His hands released my ass and fell to his sides. I was still straddled over him. His cock was still inside of me. Even in this semi-flaccid state it filled me up snugly. I looked down and saw the first drops of his semen oozing out of my cunt, making our pubic hair wet.

While he was still on the floor below me, I stared at the bathroom mirror, I heard the shower still running, and I breathed a sigh. Wow, it finally happened, I whispered to myself.

After crossing this ‘barrier of modesty,’ I became addicted to Antoine. During next few days, before Andy got home, I grabbed every possible opportunity to have him inside me. He was either in my mouth or in my ever-ready pussy. My cunt creamed every time he was around me. I would have had him in my ass too, but he was just too damn big for my back door. I never wasted a single chance of enjoying his massive cock and his amazing body. We fucked in the shower, in my bed, on the futon in his room, we fucked in the café when no one was around; we even fucked on a hiking trail the once. I couldn’t get enough of him and his, larger than life, penis. For his part, Antoine was more than happy to oblige too. It was as if he discovered sex all over again when I was around. I was not always the aggressive one. For example one afternoon I was bent over the service counter at the café, he snuck up behind me, pulled down my panties and put his throbbing cock in my pussy from the back, fucked me forcefully and gave both of us a quick orgasm. The thought of him taking me like this, kept me creaming for him all the time. And yes, ever since that first time in the shower, I wore only skirts instead of my usual jeans. Just for such lusty moments. So in a way, Andy had been very right, when she wrote in her letter, that Antoine might be “amusing!” He kept me amused plenty during these past few days.

Andy and I spoke every day on the phone but still I could not bring myself up to tell her what Antoine and I had been up to. She would find out, of course.

[… continues on “The Care Package Ch. 2” by Mucky Sod – MFT]


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“Across the Living Room” by Side_Windbag – MMF

Couch - "Across the Living Room" by Side_Windbag - MMF

My name is Dan. I am a professional working at a large accounting firm in the Midwest. I had remained unmarried into my thirties partly because I didn’t want to give up the variety of different women that I bedded and partly because I couldn’t find a women that I was willing to wake up next to for the rest of my life.

I met Sharon at a party about two years ago, and was immediately captivated by her looks as well as her personality. We started dating and fell in love. Soon after, we got married. She was well worth the pains of being separated from my male friends and the bevy of beauties that we kept in tow.

Sharon is a living doll. She is petite at about 5′-2″ tall with full firm 36C breasts and a beautiful heart-shaped ass. Her face is beautiful with full lips and an impish smile framing perfect white teeth. She has large oval shaped green eyes that hypnotize me and most other straight men. She has long wavy black hair that shimmers in the light. At twenty-eight, she is six years younger than I am.

She had married right out of school to her high school sweetheart before she realized that he was a real idiot trying to screw everything with two legs and a skirt. She dumped him unceremoniously per her account. She is independent and very intelligent. She is a good and compassionate person and a great lover.

She becomes very aggressive in bed after a few drinks. Alcohol makes her loose all inhibition. It doesn’t take much considering her size. She likes to dance at the local nightspots. The drinks would flow and she usually attacked me when we got home. She isn’t into fellatio but she does it for me to keep me happy. She always spits my load in the sink and brushes her teeth afterwards.

She fucks like a mink, however, and rides me like a cowgirl on a bucking bronco until my balls are drained. She seems happy with my seven inches and lovemaking has been a nightly (and sometimes daily) event.

Gary and I had been friends for about the last ten years. We were inseparable before my marriage and kept a large group of ladies happy for many years. He worked in sales and transferred to Texas shortly before I met Sharon. Gary had always been a ladies man. He was good-looking and a little taller than I was. The women always chased him and he made it a point to not let any one of them get their hooks into him.

We shared an apartment early in our friendship. He seemed to make the girls happy considering their screams of ecstasy from his bedroom. I once walked in on him while a pretty, young coed was feasting on his dick. She was naked from the waist up and was well endowed to say the least. She stopped when she heard me enter and her mouth left his dick with a plop. He was hung like a horse! His cock was at least nine or ten inches long and two and a half inches in diameter with a handball sized head.

She turned and smiled at me in embarrassment. She made no move to cover herself and neither did he. She sheepishly said “Hi!” and she went back to work, mesmerized by his meat. He laughed as I apologized and left the room. I finally realized why the noise was so loud coming regularly from his bedroom. He had enough dick for both of us. I felt a little inadequate.

I hadn’t seen Gary for a couple of years. He called to tell me that he had been transferred back to town. He wanted to visit and meet the girl who finally tied me down. He came over the next evening. I was glad to see him. He seemed to like Sharon and she was equally friendly to him. She was like that to everyone.

After a few drinks, I caught him staring at Sharon’s ass but wrote it off to a good buzz and after all, she does have a great ass. Gary said that he had met a great girl and wondered if we might go out together. Sharon readily agreed. Gary liked to dance so we made a double date for Saturday night.

Gary showed up at our house at about 6:30 PM with a drop dead gorgeous blonde named Debbie. She was a tall, leggy girl, with a large well-formed chest. She had a beautiful face and smile that could melt an iceberg. Gary offered to drive his new Lincoln and said that it wouldn’t be a problem.

Both girls were wearing low-cut hot-looking dresses that really showed off their tits and legs. We went to dinner first and started drinking wine. By the time dinner was over, we were all feeling pretty good. I spent a lot of time with my eyes glued to Debbie’s tits. Her brassiere barely covered them and every time she leaned over, they almost spilled out of her dress. Gary spent time casually checking out Sharon’s ample breasts. After catching up on old times with Gary, we decided to leave for a local dance club.

While riding in the back seat with Sharon, she casually put her hand in my lap and gave my dick a good squeeze. I had wondered if she had noticed me checking out Debbie. From her look, I knew that I was in for a good time later in the evening. The alcohol was performing its desired effect. We got to the club about ten o’clock and got a table along the wall next to the dance floor. We danced, drank, and danced some more. The table had a
great view.

Debbie was fun to watch and it was evident that Gary was attracted to Sharon the way I saw him looking at her. Later, I danced with Debbie and Gary danced with Sharon. We had started dancing to a fast dance tune. I enjoyed the way Debbie’s tits bounced to the rhythm. Sharon was the better dancer though. Gary must have enjoyed the way she moved her ass seductively to the music.

This time I caught him staring at her body with a dumb look on his face. I understood the reason. Sharon’s petite body with her full tits is eye catching. There are not a lot of women put together as well as her in a small package. She is a perfect “one-hander” (you could
hold her tiny waist with one hand and a stroke her on your dick). When the song ended, a slow tune began and we continued to slow dance with each other’s date. Debbie felt as good as she looked and smelled incredible. She rubbed up against me with those great
tits of hers.

Sharon danced close to Gary with her head on his chest. It was dark but I thought I saw Gary with a hand full of Sharon’s lovely ass. The alcohol was playing tricks on me. He wouldn’t do that with my wife and she would have slapped him if he did. Gary and I were hammered and it was evident that both girls were as well. About 1:30 AM, we decided to call it a night.

As we stumbled to the car Gary suggested that we stop at his place for a nightcap since it was close to the club. When we got there, Sharon went to the bathroom. She had been gone a little long and I decided to see if she was all right. I knocked on the door and she opened it and pulled me in! I had one hot little wife in that bathroom. She grabbed my buns and pulled me to her. She kissed me deeply and began to grind her crotch into my rapidly growing hard-on. I picked her up by her ass and carried her to sit on the bathroom sink.

I then decided to give her a little of what she wanted. I dropped to my knees on the bathroom floor and removed her panties. I quickly found her clit with my tongue and it didn’t take long to get her off. I told here that I’d service her properly once we got home. Afterwards I pocketed her underwear in my jacket and went back to Gary and Debbie in the living room. They asked if Sharon was all right. I told them she was fine and she soon returned with a big smile on her face.

After a couple more drinks and some fine smoke, Debbie said that she was starting to feel bad. Gary decided to drop her off on the way to take us home. He walked her to into her apartment and came back after a few moments. He was obviously disappointed. No pussy for him tonight.

We arrived at our house after dropping off Debbie. Sharon asked Gary if he was interested in another nightcap. Gary was never one to turn down a drink so he accepted. It was 2:30 AM and I was running out of steam but I figured that I hadn’t partied with Gary in a long time. If he was up for it then I was too.

We entered our living room and decided to turn on the television with the sound off and the stereo turned on like in the old days. We decided to keep the lights off because the television provided light more than adequately. In our wasted state, the bright lights would have made things uncomfortable. Sharon went off to make us some drinks.

We have two couches that face one another and a coffee table in between. I laid out on one couch and Gary seated himself on the couch across from it close to the TV. Sharon entered the room with the drinks and sat on the couch next to Gary since I had occupied the entire length of the other couch. We drank and talked for at least an hour. I broke out some of my best smoke and we proceeded to get further wasted. It was very late and I was getting very comfortable. I soon fell asleep.

I don’t know how long I’d been napping but it must have been a while. I woke to find my wife sitting closer to Gary than when I first passed out. They were both in quite conversation. Neither paid attention to me so I decided to play possum and listen. Gary told her how pretty he thought she was and how lucky that I was to have her. She slurred a thank you to him as she gazed into his eyes. He put his right arm on top of the couch
behind her. He continued to compliment her about her appearance.

She beamed like an infatuated schoolgirl. She was captivated by his good looks. She returned the complement telling him that she thought he was very sexy. He slowly dropped his hand to her shoulder, pulled her towards him and kissed her on the lips. She hesitated and then slowly reciprocated. She brought her hand to his chest and they kissed passionately.

They finally came up for air and she looked as if she was going to push him away then he kissed her again. She succumbed to the heat of the moment. After a while, his left hand went to her other shoulder then slowly down her back and circled it around to caress her tit. She made no move to dissuade him and I heard her moan softly.

I should have stopped this before it started but now I found that I was too excited to do anything but observe. My dick was as hard as a rock and I wanted to know how far she would go and how far my friend would take her. Through slitted eyes, I watched as his left hand drop to her legs while they continued to make out like she was his high school date. His left hand casually dropped to her lap and slowly began to fondle her exposed inner thighs. She made no move to stop him.

He continued to stroke upwards until he had almost reached his goal. Her dress was getting pushed up to where you should have been able to see her white panties when I realized she didn’t have her underwear on. Her panties were in my jacket pocket! She parted her thighs slightly to accommodate his action and he soon found her naked pussy. The alcohol was providing the normal effect except she wasn’t with me. He opened his eyes in surprise when he hit pay dirt and realized she didn’t have her panties on.

After a few moments of contact, she moved her hand down to his and pushed it away panting, “We shouldn’t be doing this. I’m married….”

Instead of a reply, he again brought his lips to hers and soon they were kissing passionately. She closed her eyes and thrust her tongue into his mouth like a snake. Then he did something I thought took real balls with me “sleeping” just eight feet across the living room. He slowly unzipped his pants and his huge semi-hard dick popped out. It looked every bit as big as before, maybe bigger.

She was so absorbed in kissing him that she didn’t notice. He then proceeded to stroke her inner thighs again. When she reached down to stop his advances he grasped her tiny hand and guided it to his manhood. When she made contact with his member she pulled her hand away and stared at his lengthy appendage in surprise. Suddenly the realization of what was in front of her broke down the curtain of reluctance. You could see by the look in her face that she was truly entranced by his semi-hard one-eyed meat cobra.

“It’s amazing, I’ve never seen one that big,” she crooned.

“Touch it and see how much bigger you could make it,” he encouraged her.

“We shouldn’t be doing this. You should really put it away,” she replied as she continued to stare at his organ. There was no conviction in her voice.

“You make me so hot. I couldn’t keep my eyes off of you tonight,” he cajoled her.

“We really should stop now…” she panted. Her eyes were still glued to his prick.

He reached down and stroked his meat making the head swell.

“We don’t have to do anything…” he plied.

“I don’t know…. What about him?” she motioned to me on the couch.

“He’s out like a light. I don’t think he’ll wake up if you keep quiet,” he told her, trying to be convincing. “Just hold it and see how big it gets. We really don’t have to do anything if you don’t want to.” he continued to persuade her.

“We really shouldn’t….” she stammered as if in a trance. Her willpower was weakening as she gazed at his impressive pecker.

For a long time she continued to stare at his dick trying to convince herself that she wanted to do as he asked and at the same time hoping that I wouldn’t wake up and catch her. She couldn’t keep her eyes off of it. She had been drinking a considerable amount of liquor and I’m sure that she was still aroused from our earlier activity.

“Curiosity killed the cat.” I saw her resolve dissolve before my squinted eyes as she leaned against his chest and her small hand slowly reached for his monster. She lightly caressed the flared head and it resulted with a jerk from his cock. She tentatively slid her hand slowly down his shaft and grasped it just below the huge head. Her hand looked tiny on his huge dick. Her fingers barely circled his meat halfway around. She slowly pulled the foreskin up and covered the head. She gasped and began to slowly stroke it.

“How big does it get?” she whispered.

“Just keep doing that and find out,” he replied.

I didn’t think that it could get any bigger or harder but as she started to manipulate his organ, it did grow. This time she didn’t resist when he ran his hand up her skirt to explore her exposed pussy as she stroked his cock. Her hairy snatch and engorged pussy lips were in full view as he fingered her. She kissed him again as he started to fuck her with his middle finger. He added another finger in her hole and she spread her legs wider to accommodate.

He was driving her wild with his big fingers inside of her. She was on the brink of orgasm when he backed off and removed his hand from her soaked snatch. He ended their kiss and commented how beautiful and hot her pussy was. He brought his fingers to his lips and licked them. He told her that she tasted as good as she looked. He said that he wanted her badly. You could see that his words had inflamed her desire. She was hot with lust. He was going to make her beg for it.

She gazed at the big dick that she held in her hand. She laid her head on his chest as she began to jack him off more enthusiastically. She had a look of fascination and lust on her pretty face as she stroked his huge cock. It had to be at least ten or eleven inches long. Had he been lifting weights with it since I had last seen it in action? It surely had grown since our last encounter years ago. She was clearly excited by his large stiff pecker.

He started to run his left hand through her hair over and over to let her know that she was providing the proper stimulation. Little did I know that he was gently pushing and encouraging her to move her face toward the huge penis head. He was clearly excited about the prospect of her wrapping her luscious lips around his dick. Her head moved slowly, almost imperceptively toward the target as she stroked his cock. Her lips were only an inch away when a large drop of pre-cum appeared at the slit. She moaned and her tongue darted from between her pink lips to lick away the drop.

He took that as a signal that it was time to feed her. I don’t think that she cared what I thought or did at this point. She had clearly lost all control. He gently clasped the back of her head and gently forced her full lips onto the head of his penis. Her lips lingered as she kissed the flared head wetly. She moaned again and shook with an apparent orgasm without being touched. Simply kissing the head of his cock had caused her to have an orgasm. He looked over at where I lay and smiled contemptuously. My wife had her lips on his cock and I was in the same room not more than eight feet from them. I never thought that I’d be this excited to see my wife in this position.

She kissed her way down the shaft and found his balls. She lifted them and kissed them too. She started to work on his rigid member with her mouth as I had never seen her do before. She had never showed this level of enthusiasm with me. She continued to kiss and lick at its length, really getting into it.

She then kissed her way to the top of his shaft and licked around the flared head of his manhood, capturing the pre-cum that leaked from it’s slit. He squirmed and lightly moaned when she did this. Up and down his shaft she bathed his huge penis with her nimble tongue. She licked her way back up to the swelling head and swirled her tongue around and around the spongy gland making him squirm again. He obviously wanted to put his hard dick in my wife’s hot mouth.

Finally, she grasped his dick by the root and then proceeded to take his rigid member into her mouth. He had finally reached his goal. Sharon was going to blow him. He closed his eyes, threw his head back and his hips jerked upwards involuntarily. Slowly she began ingesting his pecker. Down she went, deeper and deeper sucking him like a real professional.

She really amazed me by taking even more of him into her mouth than I thought humanly possible. About half of his full length had disappeared into her mouth. She then moved down to swallow another couple of more inches. Her throat bulged but she didn’t gag a bit. I wondered where she had learned to do this. She was hot for his dick.

While still attached to his appendage with her mouth she quietly slid to her knees between his legs. She looked up at him with lusty eyes. She was ready to get serious. She went to work on his meat. She had become an enthusiastic cocksucker. I couldn’t believe it. My wife was blowing one of my best friends literally right in front of me!

He encouraged her by running his hands through her hair and guiding her head up and down his spit soaked length. He was really getting into my wife sucking his big cock as I could see by the look of ecstasy on his face. She continued to stroke and suck his dick simultaneously with reckless abandon. She moaned softly as she bobbed her head up and down, over and over, gently sucking his dick.

He laid back and closed his eyes. Her ass occasionally shuddered in orgasm as she sucked his rod. His hand still toyed with her hair as he guided her head up and down his massive cock.

I fully expected to see his dick pop out of her other end as she continued to swallow his meat. He must have had a lot of practice because his staying power was amazing. She had worked on his dick for at least ten minutes hardly coming up for air. I would have shot my wad in half that time.

Her work was finally beginning to receive results. He was moaning below his breath as to ensure that he wouldn’t wake me. His hand clenched her long hair and began to jab his dick deeper into her throat. She moved her head up to where the flared head was just inside of her mouth, she began swirling her tongue around the spongy crown, and he lost control with an “Ohhhh!” He began to pump his jizz into her mouth.

I fully expected her to back off since she had always said that she didn’t really like the taste of semen. She surprised me again by greedily swallowing all of his cum that she could. She milked his shaft for at least a couple of minutes after his orgasm had receded then proceeded to lick up all of his seed that had spilled from her mouth. She did it with apparent relish. It was a hell of a load that she took and she had swallowed it all. She wouldn’t need breakfast with all of that protein that she ingested.

She lazily stroked, licked and sucked his still massive organ even after his load was completely spent. He smiled down at her as she continued her brazen act. She was in love with his dick. I just continued to play possum with an aching hard dick.

She looked up at him with a contented look and said, “That was wonderful, I’ve never felt that way before. I got off without being touched. I have to have that inside me before you can go.” and went back to work on his long dick. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. She had sucked him dry and now she wanted to fuck him. I had trouble believing that she could get his thing into her tiny twat.

“It will take a little while, but with you doing that…” he chided. His cock was still at least a third bigger than mine was even after all of the work she had done. It was slowly coming back to life with her attention.

“We need to go somewhere a little more private. When I fuck you, you won’t be able to keep quiet” he stated matter of factly.

She raised her head and told him that the family room in the basement would offer a good place. She immediately got up and guided him by the root to the basement stairs. She told him to go down and get comfortable. She told him that she wanted to use the bathroom and freshen up a bit. A few minutes later, I heard the water running. She quietly came to the couch where I was laying and gently shook me to check my state of sleep.

I muttered to her, faking deep sleep and then she stumbled towards the basement. She left the stereo blaring and the TV on to mask the noise that she would soon make as promised by Gary. She was dressed in her terry cloth robe. I couldn’t believe that my sweet wife had sucked off one of my best friends right in front of me and was now going to our basement to fuck him while I was in the house. I could definitely understand why Gary would want to have her. She was truly a prize. Now he was going to have her. My dick ached in anticipation of what would happen next.

We had a large couch and a bed for guests in the basement in one large finished room. Along one wall, there are decorative mirrors that face the bed on the far side of the room. We also have a TV and a few other small pieces of furniture. From the stairs, you could see everything that happened on the bed by looking at the mirrors.

I waited a few minutes to allow her to get down the stairs and get settled without her seeing or hearing me follow her to her rendezvous. I got to the top of the stairs when I quickly realized that they were not on the bed as I had thought. I could see him sitting on the couch in his birthday suite. Because of the darkness in the kitchen behind me, neither of them could see me as I crouched at the top of the stairs. She had lit a number of her candles for light as well as mood.

Tonight the candles would provide enough light for me to see all. His growing cock looked bigger now that he had no clothes on. She stood in front of him still robed and her eyes feasting on his semi-hard cock. She untied the belt of her robe and allowed it to fall from her shoulders. He looked at her beautiful diminutive body with firm full breasts, tiny waist and heart shaped ass and smiled. In her nakedness, she stood there still gazing at his stiffening member.

“You have a beautiful body. You’re an angel,” he complemented her as he held his hand out to her.

She took his hand and kneeled between his spread legs. She looked into his eyes and gently grasped his cock. She began to lick it from the base to the tip. Over and over, she repeated this, occasionally stopping to swirl her tongue around the flared head. Every time she did this, he moaned. She worshiped his huge rod. The veins pulsed as she licked his dick. She looked into his eyes and smiled impishly. His dick was throbbing now. She was in love with his tool and I didn’t know if I could ever get her back.

She got up, walked over to the bed, and sat. She motioned him to come to her. As he did, I slowly moved down the stairs for a better look. He sat beside her and kissed her deeply. She couldn’t keep her hands off of his cock. She was clearly infatuated with it. He pushed her back onto the bed and began to kiss his way down to her firm breasts. Her nipples were stiff with excitement as he kissed and licked her round mounds. She moaned.

He continued down her belly and to the top of her bush. He then positioned himself between her outstretched legs and started to kiss and lick her inner thighs. He was teasing her and she was starting to get frustrated. He relented and his tongue found her hole. She moaned again and grabbed his head holding it to her pussy. He knew how to eat pussy by the way she was reacting. He slid a finger in and out of her hole while he licked her clit. This produced the desired effect. Soon he had two and then three fingers in her to “loosen her up”. She was moaning, her hips gyrating above the bed.

I finally let my cock out of its prison. I was afraid to touch it because I knew I would shoot my wad immediately. She was moaning, panting, and going crazy on the bed. After about her fifth orgasm, he backed off. He slid up her body to where she could get his cock in her mouth.

“Lick it and make it good and wet. I want this to be good for you,” he said.

She didn’t have to be asked twice and wetly devoured his massive organ. After a minute, he removed his cock from her mouth and slid down between her parted legs. He placed his cock on her mass of wet pubic curls. He got up onto his knees and she bent her legs. He took hold of his pussy pleaser and rubbed it up and down her wet slit. I didn’t care about anything but watching this scene. It was the best sex I could ever have dreamed of in a porno movie.

“Be gentle…” she said.

“I’ll go slow. You’re going to love this.” he replied.

After moments of stroking her pussy with the head of his dick, he started to enter her. It took patience and perseverance. He slowly rocked back and forth. With each stroke, he gained a little more penetration. She was starting to go crazy under him raising her hips to meet his thrusts.

“Oh god, you’re sooo big! You’re filling me fuller than my husband ever has.” she moaned.

“I’m only half way in. Just wait until I get it all of it inside of you.” he replied.

He continued his short strokes opening her formerly tight twat to accommodate his huge cock. I didn’t think that she could take it all but he kept filling her. Finally, his big balls came to rest on her ass. He had stuffed her full of his giant dick and she loved it.

He continued to fuck her with short, slow stokes. She panted, gasped and moaned as he slid his dick in and out of her wet hole. Her ass wriggled and writhed as he started to screw her with longer, faster strokes. She seemed to have an orgasm with each stroke. She placed her hands on his ass and urged him to fuck her harder. I thought I would see his cock coming out of her mouth any second. He fucked her for what must have been half an hour.

“I can’t believe you’re fucking me sooo good…I could do this forever…. Ohhhhhh!” she panted.

He was starting to yield to my wife’s tight cunt. His movements became erratic and he plunged as deep as he could, filling Sharon’s womb with his hot seed. She wrapped her legs around him the best that she could and held him tight while they both came. He continued to shudder and finally collapsed on Sharon. She kissed him passionately and he returned the kiss. They stayed like that for a long time. His hose was still connected to her like an umbilical cord. She rolled him onto his back displacing his cock from her now dripping cunt. Her cunt lips were swollen and her hole was gaping. She immediately went to work on his dick with her mouth.

“What do you think you’re doing”? he smirked.

“You’re going to fuck me one more time before we’re done,” she demanded.

“I love your cock. I just had a half-hour of almost continuous orgasms and I want it again,” she conceded.

“Easy girl. I think I can get it up once more if you just use that magic mouth of yours. You have to be the best cocksucker in the world,” he said.

That must have been music to her ears because she went to work on him with a frenzy I’d never seen before. Soon his massive meat was at attention again and she was ready to use it. She crawled up to his mid-section and positioned herself on top of his organ. She slowly slid his entire length into her in one continuous motion. She rode him like she usually rode me but took him a lot deeper as he grasped her breasts. She was on a wave of orgasmic pleasure. He finally came again after about ten minutes. He told her he had to get home. He said he really enjoyed the sex and she said the same.

I went to my couch and positioned myself in the same way as when she last saw me. She kissed him passionately at the door before he left.

“I’ll see you later,” she told him.

“Certainly…” he replied.

She found a blanket and covered me. I heard the shower running and I finally came under the blanket after a couple of strokes. I will be seeing a lot of Gary in the near future and I think my wife will too.


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