“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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“The Adult Book Store” by Sweetmeat – MMM

Adult bookstore sign.

This whole story came about because I am kind of a traveling salesman, I go from business to business hawking my company’s product but it is all done in my sales area, three counties in my home state. Every once in a while I would get the urge to stop in an adult bookstore to watch the dancers, but this one time I stopped in one of the adult bookstores, it was a gay book store with movie booths.

Now I was a bit curious as to how the men got it on with each other, so I figured what the hell and went into a booth and watched a movie. Actually I watched two movies, I have to tell you, I was turned on by watching one man go down on another and started visiting the store once a week.

Well this one day the booth I always used was occupied, so I used another one and after I put my money in the slot, I heard a noise. I looked around and to my surprise, there was a hard cock sticking through the wall and the thought hit me, I wonder what it feels like to touch another man’s cock.

I did one of those goofy things we all do from time to time, even though I was totally alone in the booth, I looked around and knowing I was really alone, I touched the cock. It felt so nice to my finger tips that I wrapped my whole hand around it and it felt so much better then holding my own. It was hard but had that soft outer covering and it excited me to be holding a cock other then my own, so I started stroking that sweet cock.

After a minute or two, I heard a voice telling me to suck it and ever since watching the gay porn, I had been wondering just what it would be like to have a cock in my mouth. I got on my knees; kissed the head of this hard cock, really liked how that felt, so I licked it, from the head all the way down to his balls and then back up to the head.

I heard the cock’s owner moan and buoyed by how nice it felt licking it, I took that sweet piece of meat into my mouth and I was really shocked at how much I liked having it in my mouth, it was so silky feeling in my mouth and yet so hard. I started sucking on it like I like mine sucked and it didn’t take long before it swelled up in my mouth.

I knew the cock’s owner was going to cum but I wasn’t prepared for how much cum was to shoot out of that magnificent beast. I couldn’t swallow fast enough and was not knowledgeable enough about sucking cock to hold the cum in my mouth and swallow at my leisure, so I choked a bit at first on his cum, but then managed to hold the rest in my mouth and swallowed it as I wanted.

My first taste of a man’s cum was amazing, it was very hot in my mouth and much to my delight, it had a bitter taste to it and I love bitter tasting things so I got hooked on a mans hot cum my first taste. I stayed in my kneeling position contemplating what had just happened and I heard the door open and close in the booth where my first cock was. Another cock came through the hole, it was a lot smaller then the one I had just lost my mouths virginity to, but looked very appealing, so I kissed it all over and could hear the owner moaning like he was in the booth with me.

I decided to take a little more time with this little beauty, so I began licking and kissing it all over, really enjoying myself and realized I had a hard-on. I took my cock out, started jerking off with my free hand and got this overwhelming urge to suck on the cock at my disposal, so I took his cock in my mouth and was so delighted I could fit his whole cock in my mouth while I sucked on it.

The more I sucked this sweet cock the hotter I got and when I felt this wonderful piece of meat in my mouth swell up, I shot my load and the cock in my mouth exploded, filling my mouth with that wonderful tasting man cream. Here I was on my knees, cock in hand and a mouthful of hot tasty cum that I was rolling around in my mouth and swallowing very slowly and I was very happy with myself.

I knelt there for a few more minutes but no more cocks were forthcoming, so I left, but I knew I would be back. I made that place a regular stop, every Thursday and I guess word got out, because after a few weeks I was sucking at least ten or more cocks every visit and sometimes money would be pushed through the glory hole and a lot of phone numbers. After doing this for a few months, I got an invitation to a party put through the hole and a voice that told me I should really consider attending this party as it would probably help my sales output with the contacts I would make.

The address was in one of those very upscale communities and I was curious as to what a party of gays would be like, so I made up a staff meeting story for my wife and went to the party. It was in a mansion, valet parking, escort into the house, name announced and when they announced my name the man behind the voice in the booth came over and welcomed me. It was all men about forty or fifty and he took me around introducing me to everybody and telling them I was the man he had talked about. I was a little uneasy about that until one of the men inquired as to what I sold and after I told him, he gave me a business card and said to come see him, he was sure we could do business and then I got a card from the rest of them.

I had a lot to drink, the booze was flowing like water, dinner was fantastic and then more booze and then one of the guys offered to show me the house, it was his house and I felt that I had to see it, just out of respect. It was a big house, huge kitchen, library, game room, movie room and other rooms all on the first floor, then we went upstairs and the first room he took me into he said was the playroom, it had a bed, a kind of table with what looked like hand and leg cuffs, a padded half round thing that also had leg and hand cuffs and some very comfortable looking chairs.

Now I was feeling no pain at this point and when he dropped his pants it didn’t quite register what had happened and when he told me he heard I was the best cocksucker in the state, I just smiled. He took hold of my shoulders and pushed me onto my knees and staring me in the face was his rock hard cock, so I did what had now become a natural act for me, I took it in my mouth and gave him the best blow job that I knew how. My cock was hard, my mouth was in heaven and when somebody started undressing me, I let them.

Just about the same time I was naked, the cock in my mouth exploded and filled my mouth with a really sweet cream, a lot sweeter then any other cock I had tasted to that point. By now the room was full of the other guests and they all seemed to be naked and I remember thinking how nice these guys were, getting naked because I was. I was led over to the half round thing, bent over it and my legs were spread wide apart, my ankles were shackled and the same thing happened to my arms. I was now laying there with my naked ass in the air for everybody to see and I started to protest but I felt something warm being rubbed into my asshole.

It was a strange but nice feeling, so I didn’t say anything and then I heard somebody say, “He is as ready as he ever will be, let’s proceed.” I felt something hard being pressed against my asshole. I was so out of it that I didn’t even move as my asshole got penetrated by it’s first cock and as I found out later, the smallest cock present was being used for my first asshole fuck as they were being very considerate of me and were not going to fuck my ass with any cock bigger then five inches my first time and the bigger cocks would have to wait until I was well broken in before they could fuck me.

I was surprised at how nice it felt having this cock penetrate my virgin ass and when it was all the way in me, my ass was slapped and I was told to move my ass, so I did. I liked the feeling of being fucked up the ass and I started asking for it harder. I could hear a lot of mummers of approval and then a big cock was put in my mouth, so I started sucking it.

Even in the alcoholic state I was in, I was really enjoying have both my mouth and asshole used and I was trying to move my ass while sucking the big cock. I felt the cock in my ass growing and when he shot his load up my ass, it excited me so much; I came all over the thing I was bent over. There was the sound of applause but I couldn’t focus on it as the dick in my mouth went off like a cannon, and this man came like a horse, so much I couldn’t contain it all and it was dripping out of my mouth.

The cock in my ass was pulled out and replaced by another one, the prick in my mouth was also replaced and it didn’t take long before my ass and mouth were cum filled again. Every prick in the place fucked my ass that night, my ass was so well used that by the time the few big cocks got to me, my ass was totally ready for them and other then a moments discomfort, I took them like an old whore and the guy who came like a horse, he filled my ass with so much cum, it ran out like a river when he came. I also sucked every cock in the house at least once, but I think more like twice and my stomach held so much cum, it was bit bloated.

They kept feeding me drinks along the way and at some point I passed out, only to be woken by my wife shaking me. I was in my car, balls ass naked, she was holding what turned out to be pictures of me being used like a woman and a letter saying that for me to use my business cards and the next party would be in a month.

My wife helped me inside, put me in the tub and made me tell her everything I remembered, including how it all came about and how it felt to suck a cock and take one up the ass. I did manage to get up for work and I thought what the hell, let’s see what happens with the business cards, so I went to the first cards business. I didn’t see him but they had an order ready for me that was the biggest order of my career and so did all the other ones when I went to see them.

My wife and I were rolling in money now; my boss couldn’t believe it as most of these companies wouldn’t do business with us before. My wife really surprised me at how well she took what happened, I thought for sure with those pictures, we were headed for divorce court, but she adopted a different attitude. She bought a strap-on and told me if I was going to be somebody’s bitch, it was hers and she fucks me in my ass at least twice a week and she supervises my visits to the adult store.

My wife wants to make sure the cocks I suck are clean and disease free and I have a following, about ten or twelve of the same guys show up every week and she takes me to the monthly fuck my ass and mouth fests, she drops me off naked and they bring me home naked. She makes me wear women’s panties all the time now, she shaves my whole body and my once a month guys love that I’m shaved for them and now I have to go to gay bars, pick up a man, bring him home and let him use me like a woman so my wife can watch me be a woman and she has joined in and fucked me in the ass while I sucked our guests cock.

All in all, things are fantastic.

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“Tiffany’s Filling Experience” by Warthog – MMMF

Adjustable Wrench

The school bus pulled out of the church parking lot carrying a load of kids to summer camp. My eight year old son Jeff was on the bus. I now had a full week to myself. My husband John had been on a business trip for two weeks and was not expected back for another two. I missed him very much and was starting to miss Jeff.

I had been looking forward to the time alone. Now, I wasn’t sure it would be that much fun. I had planned to spend time with my best friend Judy. I wanted to check out a new maternity store at the mall and Judy said that she would tag along. I thought that afterward we could have lunch and maybe see a movie. The Saturday crowds at the mall made shopping a drag and we couldn’t find a suitable movie. We settled on a quick lunch then decided to try shopping on Monday.

The rest of the weekend went slowly. I watched a lot of TV and read a little. The two weeks without my husband was causing a hunger between my legs. I partially relieved myself by watching one of John’s porno films while fingering my starving pussy. The immediate tension was released with an orgasm. It was not the same, however,as a good old fashion screwing that my husband always gives me. I missed him more now.

Judy called Sunday afternoon to tell me that something came up and that she wouldn’t be able to go shopping on Monday. We rescheduled for Wednesday. Now I had two more days alone. I decided to make the best of it. Three weeks earlier, I had bought a mail-order dress pattern. I knew John would like the dress. It had a plunging neckline and the skirt was very short. The pattern called for a form fitting material that would show off my figure. I originally planned to make the dress after the baby was born, but now that I had time on my hands I decided to make the dress. I couldn’t wait for John to see me in the dress once I had regained my figure. I decided to go to the sewing center first thing in the morning. I fell asleep after another session of finger play. My sexual frustrations were growing.

The next morning I showered and dressed casually. It was a warm July morning. The kind that makes you wish you weren’t seven months pregnant. I figured it was going to be a scorcher before too long. I drove to the sewing center with the windows down. The breeze felt good, but it made a mess of my hair. I pulled into the nearly full parking lot and finally found a spot just a few doors down from the sewing store. I made an attempt to straighten my hair in the rear view mirror. I finally gave up and got out of the car.

I was parked next to an automotive repair shop that specialized in oil changes. It reminded me that John had ask me to have the oil changed in my car. I thought that I might as well take care of it while I was here so I entered the shop. At the counter a nice looking man ask if he could help me. I asked, “How long before I can get the oil changed in my car?” Sam replied (I looked at the patch on his shirt), “We can have it done in 45 minutes.” He smiled at me and I returned the smile and said, “Fine, here’s the key. Its the red Mustang.”

Still smiling, Sam asked, “Has anyone told you that you look like Pamela Anderson?” I felt the blood rush into my cheeks as I admitted, “Yes. A few people have told me that.” I added, “But, could you imagine me on the beach in a swimsuit looking like this?” I gestured to my swollen belly. Sam’s look became mischievous as he said, “I for one think that a women becomes more sexy when she’s pregnant.” My face must have been beet red at his forward comment.

Sam chuckled and said, “Mam, you can have a seat in the waiting room. I’ll let you know when your car is ready.” I regained my composure and offered, “That’s OK. I’ll use the time to run down to the sewing store.” “Ohh,” Sam said. He added, “Making something for the baby?”I saw my chance to get back at Sam. “No,” I replied evenly, “Its something for Daddy, a low cut tight mini-dress for me.” It was Sam’s turn to blush.

I smiled mischievously as I left the shop, Sam’s handsome red face on my mind. The rest of him wasn’t bad either, tall and muscular. My thoughts momentarily turned to my husband. I missed him terribly. I resolved to attack him when he returned from his business trip.

My thoughts were interrupted by some hoots and whistles. I was passing in front of the garage next to the repair shop office. The mechanics had noticed me walking by and were rudely making their presence known. I turned to look at them with a ‘Go to Hell’ stare when I noticed how cute they were. My expression dissolved into a smile. I walked on overhearing their comments to each other, “Did you get an eyeful of those big knockers.” The other said, “I couldn’t get past her angel face and those big blue eyes.”

Their crude comments shocked me, but deep down I was flattered. I work hard to keep my 28 year old body in shape. I was a little puzzled that they didn’t notice my belly. I guess their view was blocked by the cars in the garage. I had not intentionally dressed to draw stares this morning. All I was wearing was a ribbed top with my overalls. I guess the outfit was sort of hot. Rather than long pant legs these overalls were cut short like short shorts with cuffs. Washing had made the material fit me snug. The bib usually covered my breasts. While pregnant, I had to loosen the shoulder straps. The bib now only covered the bottom half of my breasts. My nipples were clearly visible through the thin top.

Now I realize why my husband liked the overalls. He’s a dirty young man. He likes bragging about my figure. I caught him telling one of his buddies my measurements, 37C-23-35. I popped him on the shoulder for embarrassing me like that, but secretly I beamed because I know he’s proud of my figure. But now those numbers don’t apply. I have no idea what I measure now and don’t want to know. I do know that my breasts have swelled over a cup size since getting pregnant. I wasn’t wearing a bra under my top.

I walked into the sewing store with a bright smile. It felt good to be noticed. It also reminded me of how horny I was. I found exactly the material I was looking for. I knew I was going to look hot for John in this red skin tight mini-dress. I paid for the material and headed for the shop to get my car. As I approached the garage stalls I braced for the comments. I heard none. I confess I was a little disappointed. It seemed that no one was in the garage.

I walked on to the shop office and entered. I heard conversation coming from the waiting room. No one was at the counter. I was about to walk into the waiting room when I heard Sam’s voice. He said,”Boys, she is definitely pregnant.” Another said, “I guess we didn’t see all of her, but what we did see was beautiful.” A third said, “I’d like to see all of her naked and I don’t care if she’s pregnant.” Sam’s voice said, “Now lets not get carried away. She’s a married woman.” A new voice said, “Does she know about the free BBQ tonight for our customers?” Someone else said, “Maybe she’ll be there.” Sam said, “I’ll make sure she knows.”

Sam’s last statement was made as he walked out of the waiting room. He was startled to see me there. Judging by his reaction he knew that I had over- heard. He said, “I guess you heard.” I nodded with a smile. “Sorry about that, Mam,” he said, “the boys know a lovely lady when they see one.” I shifted my weight and found myself thrusting out my breasts as I said, “Please thank the Boys for me.” My car was ready and I paid Sam. As I was leaving Sam said, “We WOULD like to see you tonight for BBQ.” He added, “We do it for ALL the customers and it starts at six.” I knew his emphasis on “ALL” was an attempt to put me at ease. I said, “Well, thank you for the offer, but I’m afraid I can’t.” He said, “I assure you Mam that you would enjoy yourself.” I returned, “I’m sure I would, but, I just can’t.” His disappointment was obvious but he smiled and said, “If you change your mind Mam, we start serving at six.” I said, “I’ll keep that in mind.”

My car was still in the stall. One of the mechanics came out of the office to get my car for me. Several others followed. I smiled at them as they passed by. The young man that got my car pulled it up next to me and held the door open. I chuckled inwardly as I caught him steeling glances at my breasts. I didn’t realize until I was seated that my nipples had grown and were making large points in my top. I thanked him for my car and then drove off before he noticed how red my face had become. All the comments from those cute mechanics had had an effect on me. I realized that my pussy was damp. I hurried home to take a cold shower. I was a happily married woman and I was loosing control.

After a shower and lunch I busied myself making the dress. I tried to suppress my horny urges without luck. Sewing the dress helped a little to forget Sam’s invitation. I kept wondering what that hunk had in mind. He said “I assure you that you would enjoy yourself.” Enjoy myself at a BBQ? Those cute mechanics and me? No, I was letting my mind run wild. It was for all the customers.

I finished the dress in just five hours. It was not that hard. I was tempted to try the dress on. I knew that I’d look silly with my pregnant belly. For some reason I really wanted to put it on. The material was flexible enough to fit my belly. What nagged me was the comment one of the mechanics made, “I don’t care if she’s pregnant.” Sam also made some comment about pregnant women being sexy. I always thought that having a fat belly was unattractive. I was beginning to wonder. That mechanic seemed to be interested in my body despite me being pregnant. I figured, “What the Hell.”

I tried the dress on and it fit perfectly. It hugged every inch of my body. The front flexed enough to be comfortable with my belly. The hem was set about half way between my knees and my waist. I was going to have to watch it if I bend over. My breasts looked like they might burst out of the material. The dress pushed them together showing very nice cleavage. I put on my 3 inch red pumps and pranced around in front of the mirror. From the rear my ass and legs looked great. You couldn’t tell that I was pregnant.

My profile showed the gentle curve of my belly. My firm milk filled breasts barely sagged at all without a bra. It occurred to me that I’ve seen women with plump tummies that didn’t look that much different from the way I looked right now. My bulge was a little higher. Another two months would be a different story, however. I was beginning to feel sexy with my pregnant body. The dress didn’t look silly. It looked hot. My nipples began to push against the stretchy fabric showing my arousal. I caught myself thinking about what those mechanics would think of me rather than what my husband would think.

I looked at the clock and it was six o’clock. I noticed that I was getting hungry. Was it hunger or was I looking for a reason to go to that damn auto shop. As I stood in front of the mirror the devil in me though about showing up at that shop dressed in this mini-dress. I bet their jaws would hit the floor when they saw me. I dismissed the idea quickly. I couldn’t go out in public dressed like I was. Women just didn’t wear a sexy outfit like this when they’re pregnant. People would think I was a tramp or something.

My curiosity continued to nag me. What would those handsome mechanics think of me in this dress? My excitement at the thought continued to grow. Finally, I decided that it wouldn’t hurt just to go have BBQ. I wouldn’t stay long. I was just so curious to see people’s reaction to a pregnant woman in a sexy dress. I had to finish getting ready. I bent over in front of the mirror to see if my breasts would fall out of the dress. The tight dress held. I turned around still bent over and noticed that my white panties were visible from behind. I needed to change my panties.

I looked for a red pair but remembered that I had thrown them out. I was reluctant to go out without panties but my sexy mood finally drove away my reluctance. I would have to avoid sitting down. My hair wasn’t in bad shape. I usually wore it long a strait. I teased it a little on top and sprayed it giving it a full look. I quickly put my makeup on, a little heavier than usual, and checked one last time in the mirror. I looked hot. This just might be fun. Watch out, teasing pregnant woman on the prowl.

I jumped into my car and headed for the auto shop. I pulled into the same parking spot I had earlier at exactly 6:30. There weren’t that many cars around. I got out and went inside. The activity seemed to be taking place in the waiting room. I walked in and was surprised to see a big screen TV against one wall. Quite a setup for a repair shop waiting room. Against another wall was a buffet setup with about twelve people standing around it. Half of the people were in shop uniforms. I recognized Sam and three of the other mechanics. I saw two couples and two other men. They must be customers. Not a big turn out. One of the boys saw me and his expression was priceless. He was speechless as his flailing arms tried to alert the others. I loved it.

Finally, others notice me and the conversations started. Sam came over and made a big show of how glad he was that I came. He tried to act nonchalant, but I could tell that I was getting to him. The bulge in his pants betrayed him. I was now convinced that when it comes to men, a hot looking woman is a hot looking woman regardless if she’s pregnant. Sam ushered me to the buffet and I made a plate for myself. Sam gestured to a table but I re- fused. I was mindful of my lack of undergarments. I didn’t want to start a riot, or didn’t I?

I began to wonder about my motivations. I realized I hadn’t thought about my husband or son in quite a while. Here I was, a married woman strutting myself in front of all these strangers. The thought gave me a tingle in my groin. My thoughts were interrupted by one of the mechanics. He commented, “Mam, I wanted to say how great it is to have such a beautiful woman come and eat with us.” His shy manner and corny line touched my heart, or was it somewhere further south. I thanked him and suggested he call me Tiffany. We continue to chat as we ate.

Others joined our conversation and finally I was introduced to all the guys. I even met the two men who were customers of the shop. The two couples seem to avoid me, no doubt at the urging of the wives. They both left after twenty minutes or so. I couldn’t think of leaving. I was having a ball with all the attention. Every one of the men were gentlemen. They wanted to know all about the baby. When was it due? What were the chosen names? One of the men was married and he talked about his experiences. He said jokingly, “I don’t remember my wife looking as good as you when she was pregnant.” We all laughed and I coyly thanked him for the complement.

I got up the nerve to ask if they thought my outfit was inappropriate for a pregnant woman. Everyone agreed that it was just fine. Not surprising since they were all men. As time passed I was becoming more and more aware of that fact. I could see that I was having an effect on them. It was exactly the effect that I had hoped for. Now, however, I was beginning to feel sorry for them. My teasing had gotten them worked up and I knew they were frustrated. The irony was that seeing all these horny frustrated men around me was making me more horny and frustrated.

I decided it was time to leave. I began to say my good-byes. Not surprisingly, none of the guys wanted me to leave. One said, “Its just such a pleasure looking at such a beautiful woman.” I smiled at his sweetness and thank him with a peck on the cheek. He blushed immediately and I noticed him squirming to contain his growing erection. I couldn’t believe the powerful effect I was having on these guys. It was threatening to make me lose my control.

Sam suggested that we put on the TV. He said, “Tiffany we have a nice selection of movies to put on the VCR.” I shook my head and gestured to the door. Before I could say anything Sam said, “Your choice. Come look at our tapes.” I thought it over and finally agreed. At least it might distract me from my hormones. Sam unlocked a cabinet and pulled open the door. It was filled with at least a hundred tapes. I walked over and looked at the titles. I noticed that some of the guys were whispering to each other and I wonder what was happening.

As I scanned the titles I noticed that about half of the tapes were triple X rated. I looked at Sam with reddening cheeks and gestured to the shelf of tapes. He knew what had caught my attention. He stuttered, “You don’t have to pick the adult stuff unless you want to.” His invitation was plain. That’s what he wanted. I gave him a smirk and returned my attention to the selections. I love porno movies. I was hot enough to consider pulling one out. I was becoming hotter by the second. I knew that with me in the room and a porno tape rolling these guys would likely get excited beyond control.

Clearly flustered, I asked Sam, “Where’s the ladies room?” Sam pointed the way and as I hurried away I said over my shoulder, “Put in whatever you want.” I heard groans as I left the room. Only then did I realize the double meaning. The guys were obviously hot and getting hotter. In the bathroom I began to shamelessly think about the possibilities. I was so horny that I began to think about cheating on my husband. I was pregnant with his child for God’s sake. My passion overwhelmed my brain. I looked at myself in the mirror. I squeezed my breasts, pushing them together causing my cleavage to grow. My blood was boiling. I rubbed at my crotch in frustration. I was beside myself.

I tried to calm myself down. I pulled the hem down to an acceptable level for public. I knew that if I didn’t control myself, the acceptable level would probably be higher. I couldn’t believe how I was thinking at that moment. A pregnant married woman thinking the way I was. I tried to concentrate on something besides sex. I began to think about the baby. Inevitably, I thought about the night it was conceived. It was one of the hottest nights my husband and I had ever had. We were both convinced that that was the night that knocked me up. I ended up with four loads of sperm in my pussy that night.

It was now with irony that I recalled what had inspired that evening. John and I had begun the evening at a BBQ thrown by my husband’s company. I wore a short denim skirt and a sleeveless denim top. The outfit pulled in the looks like a magnet. I got so horny that I insisted that John take me home and fuck my brains out. I was more worked up than I had ever been in my life. My nasty behavior that night inspired my husband to fuck me over and over for three and a half hours. He filled my pussy up so thoroughly that the spermacide that I had used was overwhelmed. Two weeks later I found out that I was prego.

It was no use. I just couldn’t get my mind off sex. I finally decided to slip out the door and go home before things got out of hand. I headed straight for the door and just as I reached it I heard the moans of a woman obviously having sex. I froze. Despite my convictions to leave, I found myself walking back to the waiting room. All twelve men were staring holes through the TV. I walked around to get a look at the screen and my eyes almost popped out of my head. A naked white woman was straddling a black man who was pumping a rather large cock into her pussy. As this was going on, she sucked on another large cock, this one white. I felt my pussy start to drip. Suddenly a third man moved up behind the woman a put his cock into her ass. She now had three cocks buried in her body.

I moved closer to the screen to get a better look. I could now feel the eyes shift from the TV to me as I moved into the room. The action on the TV was hot. These three men were pounding the shit out of this petite white woman. The man getting sucked started howling and pumped a thick load into the woman’s mouth. She swallowed most of it, however, some of it dripped on the sofa. After she had licked him clean, she scooped up the drops on the leather sofa with her fingers and licked them clean.

The third man was now showing signs of climax as he furiously pumped the girl’s ass. She was groaning loudly, now that her mouth was free of cock. This didn’t last long as man number three yanked out of her ass and walked over to her face. Without hesitation, she swallowed the soiled cock in time to take another load of goo. She finished by licking him clean. I had never seen a display like that. Sucking on a cock that had been buried in her ass. It seemed gross to me. Finally, the first stud grunted and thrust his cock deep into the woman and unloaded. She looked as though she were receiving an electrical shock.

After a few minutes, her orgasm subsided. She slid off the thick black shaft now spent of its load. It plopped out of her and fell on the man’s belly followed by globs of sperm. The liquid leaked out of the woman for a few moments and pooled on the man’s stomach. She got off the sofa and knelt down next to the man. She proceeded to lick his cock clean and finished by lapping the substantial pool of cum off his stomach. She smiled into the camera and said, “Cum tastes so good.”

I was brought back to reality by the groans of the assembled men. I could tell that the actress’s nastiness had turned them on. Most of the men were still looking at the TV. Some, however, were watching me for my reaction. I realized at that moment the heat on my face. I knew I was probably red from the blood pounding through my body. I suddenly realized that something was touching my waist. I looked down to see a pair of black hands gently holding me at the waist. I looked around to see the owner’s face as he said, “Are you all right, mam?” He quickly added, “You looked a little unsteady, there.”

I found myself leaning into the man slightly and realized that I had almost keeled over. If not for the fact that the black man was sitting there on a bar stool, I would have fallen flat on my back. I thanked him for catching my fall. Funny, I hadn’t noticed him when I entered the room. I suddenly became aware of something else, a huge lump pressing into the crack of my ass. I wondered how long I had been leaning against the man. As I started to pull away, the man said, “Stay here as long as you want, mam.” His smile and gentle manor were comforting. Before I could decide what to do, the TV sound caught my attention.

I looked at the screen and saw a different woman getting pounded by a cock in her pussy and another in her ass. She was screaming with pleasure. I momentarily forgot about the man behind me until I noticed that he was slowly grinding his bulge into my ass. I knew I should move away but I couldn’t. I loved the feeling of that big cock rubbing against me. As I watched the woman on TV, I found myself pushing my ass back against the thrusting black man. This had to stop. We were getting carried away. The rest of the guys were watching our act with increasing interest. It was making me hotter than hot.

I looked around to get a look at the monster teasing my bottom. The man was wearing loose fitting trousers and the bulge was damn near taking up all the slack. As I turned slightly to get a look at the man’s hidden tent pole, he slowly worked his zipper down. My heart started pounding and my chest began heaving. The man looked at me with a devious smile as he held his zipper. His unspoken question was, “Should I take it out?” I kept staring at his hand, unable to say anything. I didn’t know what to do. I couldn’t think straight. I knew that I should stop this act and get away, but something held me in place. The man took my silence as permission to continue.

Soon, I found myself looking at the largest cock that I had ever seen. I stared in awe at the beast. The man began rubbing his cock against the slick material of my dress. I closed my eyes and concentrated on the large piece of flesh rubbing against me. I wanted to touch it but I couldn’t bring myself to make such a bold move. Things were heating up on the TV, too. I turned back in time to see the woman having a thunderous orgasm on the two cocks fucking her. I found myself meeting the man’s thrusts as his cock rubbed against me.

The action on the TV continued at a hot pace. The theme of the movie seemed to be action with one woman and several men. The significance was not lost on me. I alternated my attention between the TV and the rock-hard cock rubbing against me. It must have been a foot long. I also noticed that most of the other men had their cocks out and the sight almost made me faint. I noticed another thing,as well. The black man rubbing me had moved his hands up my waist and was teasing the underside of my breasts. He seemed reluctant to cup them fully. I guessed that he was afraid that I might move away. The fact is I wanted him to squeeze my tits more than anything.

Slowly the black man eased his big hands around my tits and began to gently squeeze. I closed my eyes and took in the sensations of the hands on my tits and the cock rubbing my ass. I was in heaven. Suddenly, he removed his hands and I was crushed. I wanted those hands back on my tits, but he had another idea. My attention was drawn to the hem of my dress which had ridden up. His hands were now pulling on the hem, raising it slowly up my leg. Out of reflex I put my hands to the front of my dress to keep my pussy from being revealed. He continued raising my hem in the back until I felt the smooth skin of his cock on my bottom. He then pulled the hem back down, trapping his hard cock inside my dress.

The rubbing began again. His hands returned to my tits. Every eye in the room was trained on me. The crack of my ass was getting slick from the man’s pre-cum. I still couldn’t move away. I realized that moving away was the last thing I wanted to do. His stokes against my ass were getting longer. I felt another sticky wetness on my leg and I knew it was from me. My body knew what was happening yet my brain was in neutral. My body was making preparations and my brain was only now realizing, “The man is going to fuck me.”

At that very moment I felt the man’s cock stretching the opening of my pussy. As he slowly impaled me, I came, flooding his cock with my juices. Slowly he began to pump. I began to ride up and down on his black fuck stick. I was surprised that it fit. Then again, I was very wet. I felt his hands massage my breasts. I heard another man say, “Look at that, she’s really fucking him.” Another said, “I can’t believe that she’s letting him do that, with a bun in her oven.”

After my second orgasm the man said, “Let’s go sit on the couch.” I was disappointed when he pulled his cock out of me and I was eager to put it back where it belonged. The man sat on the couch and I quickly straddled him. Again he stretched my cock hungry pussy as I settled down on his pole. As I bottomed out, I leaned down to kiss the man whose cock was embedded in my pussy. I realized that the man was very ugly. The man’s face was badly scared from acne and a couple of cuts probably received in a knife fight. He was the type of man that would scare me under normal circumstances, but now I just wanted him to fuck me hard.

We were now drawing a crowd. The long anticipation was over. I had crossed a threshold. It was no longer a matter of whether I should be here with all these men. I no longer needed to worry about cheating on my husband. It was now a fact. I was so hot that I decided to completely let go. I invited the other men to join in. Quickly, a second man began to rub my tits as I pumped the black cock. The men avoided my belly at first. Later they stroked it A third man spit into his hand and used the lubricant to grease up my ass. He then pushed his cock into my asshole and began matching my strokes on cock number 1. I’ve never felt so full. I had a third orgasm that must have lasted for 20 seconds. When I finally opened my eyes, I notice the second man standing on the couch offering me his cock. I swallowed it immediately and began sucking hard.

I realized now that this fuck session was a live performance of what had happened on TV. I was being thoroughly fucked by three well-hung men. My orgasms were almost continuous. As in the TV version, the man in my mouth shot his load first. I’m proud to say that I didn’t miss a drop of his load. True to form the man in my ass started bucking and moaning. I wondered if he would feed me his cock like on TV.

Man number three answered my silent query by pulling out and moving to where man number two had stood a moment before. He wanted me to put my mouth on his cock that had just been buried in my ass. At that moment I wasn’t sure what to do. I looked at the big tool and noted the remnants of its journey into my bowels. Without thinking,I put my mouth over the thing. He pumped several strings of sperm down my throat and into my belly. I had to agree with the woman on TV. I liked the taste of cum. I also detected a musky taste. In my heightened state of lust, I paid no attention to the origin of the stuff. I simply licked off all that remained on the man’s cock.

The black man fucking my pussy was now ready to cum. He buried his cock into me and blew out his load. I could feel the pressure of the surge. It caused me to orgasm again. When he was done, I got off allowing the load to drip out just like on TV. I knelt down and cleaned the man’s cock and licked up the cum from his belly. When finished, I stood up and asked, “Whose next?”

Several men moved forward at once. I held up my hands and said, “I can’t do you all at once.” I pointed to the three closest guys and had the first sit down on the couch. I decided it was time to remove my dress. Man number 2 new what to do when I raised my arms. In one smooth move he grabbed the hem of my dress and raised it over my head. I blushed at the “Oohs” and “Ahhs”coming from the crowd of men. I was glad to see that the man on the couch had a nice large hard-on. I gave a couple of strokes to the cocks of the other two chosen studs. They responded nicely.

With three more hard cocks ready for my body, I proceeded to straddle the man on the couch. In no time he was pounding me pretty hard. It was great. I motioned for the other two to assume their positions. Soon, I was filled up with cock again. The guy in my pussy added to the already mind blowing stimulation by sucking on my nipples. I though that I might black out with the intense sensations. Through my fog I heard the man under me saying something. I removed the cock from my mouth and croaked, “Did you say something?” He repeated, “You taste great.”

I couldn’t figure out what he was talking about. Suddenly, I noticed that the mans face had streaks of a milky liquid on it. Finally, it dawned on my sex overloaded mind that I was lactating all over the man sucking my breasts. His sucking and my super hot body must have triggered the response. Immediately, I had one of the most powerful orgasms of my life. While climaxing I demanded, “Suck my tits!” The man quickly did as he was told. I went back to sucking on the cock in front of me.

The sight of me feeding the man my milk must have been too much for the man in my mouth. I gave me a feeding of my own. I lapped up his milk enthusiastically. He stepped off the sofa and another man took his place. This went on and on as the guys filled me with their cum and then were replaced by another. I had numerous orgasms as my body was pounded. I should say that they fucked me good and hard, but they never got too rough. They were mindful of the baby that was growing in my womb.

After taking on all twelve men at least twice, I began to get tired. I suspect that some of the men wanted to fuck me again, but I was worn out. I thanked them for the wonderful time and got dressed. I did relent and gave each man a squirt of milk and kiss before I left. I drove home knowing that my sexual needs had been filled. I was almost sure that I would not require another cock until my husband returned home. Now I had to figure out what to tell him. I knew that what happened tonight would not be my last gang-bang. I was hooked!

Scalloped Embroidery Garter BeltSir Robert's Stories Home PageI love when a woman decides to dress sexy, flaunt her beautiful body and… see what happens. 😉 A nice dress and lingerie, maybe a lovely garter belt and thigh highs with a short skirt or even, as in the story… why not going commando?

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