Category: F+

Jennifer Me and The Dancing Bears

Here I was in the middle of a Bachelorette Party dancing naked in front of and among dozens of young and middle aged women. All were trying to grab my erect cock or my bare ass. When they did they stroked me up and down or proceeded to slide their lips around it and suck on it or run their hands all over my body. Between the two Viagra I had taken and the manhandling I was sporting an enormous erection that curved to the left. The circumcised tip was a bright purple from being so engorged with blood for so long. Also the fact that my cock is 10 inches long and 2 inches thick was attracting a great deal of attention from the ladies.

Mind you, I wasn’t the only naked male among these wild women. I had three companions, but I was the only amateur. The other three, Jerry, Tronzell and Vince, were professionals. They belonged to a company known as the Dancing Bears and this is what they did for a living. They would show up at clubs, halls, or homes where women were having celebrations: a pending marriage, a successful divorce, or just plain fun. They wanted to include some sexually oriented entertainment in their celebration. The name was a play on words: Dancing Bears meaning really Dancing Bares. And naked they got… right away… despite whatever headpieces and costumes they started out with. The women wanted male nudity and nude entertainment. They especially wanted big naked male cocks and well-built bodies to play with.

So, how had I gotten this job? My wife, Jennifer, had signed me up. It was one of her best friends, Marie, who was putting this bachelorette party together for one of her other friends who was about to be married. The future bride, Morgan, had never had a wild day in her life, and she had been talked into having a wild bachelorette party as one last fling before she got married. A hall had been reserved for all of her female friends along with alcohol and other refreshments. A DJ had been hired to play dance party music. And a line of sexually oriented gifts had been purchased to embarrass the bachelorette.

Marie and my wife, Jennifer had discovered the Dancing Bears via the Internet. Seeing some video footage sealed the deal. They were out to show Morgan and their other friends an awesome bachelorette party. They hired four of the Dancing Bears and interested many of their friends in coughing up the bucks to make this happen. Two days before the Saturday night fling, however, one of the Bears got injured and couldn’t perform. The women had paid for four men and wanted four naked men.

Now you have to know that both Jennifer and I have entertained fantasies of participating in amateur stripping contests. I was finally able to talk Jen into going down to a local strip club and taking all of her clothes off in front of the wildly cheering male audience. She had told me that after she got into the music and the crowd wildly cheering her on she thoroughly enjoyed all the admiring attention as one by one pieces of her clothing dropped to the stage. And she was surprised at how much she got into the raucous attention and the excitement; she just stopped feeling anxious about her body. At the end of her performance she actually laid on her back and spread her legs wide so that every guy got a good look at her pink pussy. She had said it was a total rush. She even enjoyed the touches and grabs from the male audience as she stepped off the stage and headed through them to the dressing room nude.

I, on the other hand, hadn’t screwed up enough courage to go to a local strip club for women and participate in a similar amateur strip contest. So Jen just signed me up to take the place of the missing Dancing Bear. She contacted Jerry, the lead dancer, and he agreed to take me on for the night. He says they’ve had volunteers before, usually male friends of the women enjoying the show. The women and the guys liked the naughtiness of fooling around with someone they knew but normally didn’t play with. There’s no pay for the volunteers, but they would supply the costume, plenty of Viagra and a cock ring if needed (they don’t want to disappoint the ladies with a flaccid penis).

Because of the short two-day notice I was invited by Jerry to practice at a dance studio at which the guys practiced. The bachelorette party was going to be the next night so I had to get ready in a hurry. I asked what to bring and Jerry said nothing; after all I was going to dance nude. When I got there I discovered that Tronzell and Vince were there too. Jerry was a blond Nordic-looking guy, Tronzell was a muscular black guy, and Vince or Vinnie was a muscular dark Italian guy. To my surprise there were a bunch of college girls who had been using the dance studio for cheerleading exercises. Jerry had invited them to stay and watch. Jerry wanted me to get over being self-conscious quickly.

We all stripped and changed in front of these girls, who let out catcalls while we got naked. Jerry handed me a thin nylon g-string to slip on and a bear’s head and bear’s costume. I watched the three guys bump and grind their way over to the girls. The girls hooted and hollered as the guys gyrated up to them. One of the girls ran over to the studio door and locked it and pulled down the shades. With the proper confident attitude and a willingness to engage the women as if they wanted to fool around, Vince, Tronzell, Jerry and even I were soon naked with the college girls playing with our cocks, kissing us, rubbing their bodies against us and a few even volunteering to suck on our dicks. In a large group like that the women seemed to lose their normal inhibitions and were willing to play around sexually; they would egg each other on. I was pleasantly surprised that women in a group behaved like men did at a strip club.

I soon learned you didn’t have to be a Baryshnikov to inspire these girls into doing things…just the right attitude and a big cock. The girls seemed to enjoy stroking my cock and the other guys’ cocks to see if they could get them hard. And when it got hard they seemed to find it hard to keep their hands, tongues, and lips off of my cock. One girl even tried to get me to cum by sucking on me and jacking me real fast. I almost did but resisted at the last minute before cumming into her mouth by doing my Kegel squeezes.

I found out later from Jerry that cumming is fine but it can spoil the show as your cock gets softer. The women want a show of large hard cocks. He said during shows he’s had women suck his cum down, have him spray it on their tits, spray it on their face, and even fuck their pussies. When I heard that last one I was surprised. He said, “You’ll be surprised how aroused and out of control women can get at our shows when they’re the majority and all riled up. It’s a rush as long as they don’t hurt you in the process, like biting your dick or grabbing it too hard. And the older women who have been married or in long term relationships are even wilder; they’re the ones who’ll get naked and fuck you. They get a look at the 10 “dick of yours, compare it to their old man’s, and they just got to try out yours and put it inside of ’em.”

Jennifer had told me that it could get kind of wild at the strip clubs that had male dancers to entertain women, but I never heard her say anything about the women themselves going that far. I was looking forward to Saturday night’s bachelorette party but a little leery since Jennifer would be there too and might have a problem with me fucking someone in front of her. But I figured, hey, she had signed me up for this job. In retrospect I didn’t have much to be concerned about. That night was a lesson for me in my wife’s own sexual needs and how she satisfied them away from me.

So it’s Saturday night. Vince, Jerry, Tronzell, and I are all getting suited up in the Dancing Bear outfits in a room off the main hall. Through the walls I can hear the music playing and the DJ entertaining the ladies. Every so often I hear wild screaming as the ladies either laugh or call out at something the DJ has said or done or something one of them has done or said. I’m finding it difficult to keep my dick in the nylon thong without causing myself pain. I’ve taken two Viagra; I don’t know what dosage that Jerry gave me and my dick has popped to attention. Jerry, seeing me having problems, just tells me to forget the thong. He hands me an elastic bow tie to put around my neck. He says that little bit of clothing turns the women on. He also hands me one to loop around the base of my cock and balls.

Jerry disappears for a second and we soon hear the DJ announcing the Dancing Bears. I run out with the other guys and most of the women go wild, cheering for us. I start working my way through the crowd. Within minutes a gorgeous, short, Jewish-looking brunette with very tan skin lifts her skirt up and grinds her ass into my groin. My cock gets stiffer and she can feel it through the bear costume as I poke her in the ass with it. She calls over another girl who looks similar to her and the both of them are rubbing themselves against me. Now I grab their hips and faux fuck them in the ass. My hands slid down into their panties in the front and I can feel pubic hair. Neither sister objects to this. Instead they invite a third girl over who proceeds to find the zipper on my costume and tug it down.

From the loud conversation I am able to glean that their names are Myra, Ruby, and Gwen. Gwen is a statuesque black woman with a short curly Afro, reddish brown skin, and hazel eyes. She is bitchin’ beautiful. She’s wearing a knit top and a short skirt and shaking her booty to the music. She soon has my chest exposed and is sucking one of my nipples. She also pushes the zipper down further and I soon feel her fingers snake around my hard cock.

“Oooh, girls, he’s naked under here.” Myra and Ruby move on either side of me and work the bear costume off of my shoulders while Gwen unzips the rest of it. And just like that it’s around my feet on the floor and I’m naked except for my little bow ties and my costume bear head.

Now Myra lifts her skirt up again, baring her ass, and backs up into my exposed cock and begins rubbing her thonged pussy up against it. She grabs the head of my now fully 10″ cock and begins to rock her ass back and forth on it. I have to crouch at the knees so she doesn’t rub me raw on the synthetic material of her thong panties and so she doesn’t yank my dick out of wack. She ain’t gentle; she’s just horny and rough.

In order to steady myself I grab Myra around the waist and lift her up in order to try and control the action. This just puts momentary space between our genitals. When my cock pushes back up between her legs she has pushed her panties aside and my cock slides against wet pussy lips and then slips inside of her vagina. Very quickly she cries out, “Oh, go-o—o-d!” and cums. I haven’t been inside of her but a few seconds and she’s already having an orgasm… and this in front of her friends. What a mental rush to do that to some stranger.

Myra recovers and hollers out to her table of friends, “I’ve been fucked by a bear.” She’s laughing and rubbing herself down there, not embarrassed at all.

Her sister, Ruby, follows suit, but in her case she actually removes her thong panties and tosses them to the floor. I aggressively grab her by the waist and by rubbing my hot, hard cock against her pussy lips and her clit in rhythm to the music, I soon have her pussy all soft and wet and before I know it I’m in. Once again I’m fucking a young woman in front of her friends with no protection and she’s fucking loving it. Ruby lasts a little longer, but no more than a minute of me sliding my big cock in and out of her. She’s soon crying, “Oh, oh, oh, oh, god, I’m cumming,” and I feel her pussy grab my cock hard in an orgasmic spasm and I have to steady her from falling to the floor.

As I steady Ruby and slide my cock out of her, I look over at the other guys. I seem to have chosen a wild bunch. The other guys are dancing in front of and with other women, but no one is naked like I am. I don’t see Jennifer. There are at least 40 women at this party and the lights are dimmed except for the flashing lights from the DJ.

My attention is drawn back to the women in front of me and by the feel of something cold on my cock. It’s whipped cream and Gwen, the black woman, is running a line of it the length of my cock. She sets the can down and telling her girlfriends, “I don’t want to taste pussy; I want cock and whipped cream!” She slides her lips over the head of my cock and begins sucking on it. Her mouth can’t go down the full 10″ but she tries as I feel my cock slide down her throat. Another blond girl comes up, Tricia, and she tandems me with Gwen. Gwen sucks on the head while Tricia’s tongue licks the whipped cream off of my cock, balls, and belly. Then they switch places and Tricia’s mouth slides up my cock while Gwen licks my cock like a Popsicle and actually sucks each of my shaved balls into her mouth.

What a rush!!! I didn’t think my cock could get harder or swell any further but it did. Tricia’s deep-throating me was about to cause me to blow my load in her mouth. I didn’t want to do that so early in the show and disappoint the other ladies. I pushed back on Tricia’s head and disengaged Gwen from my balls and waded into the tables. Some of the quieter women I taunted with my cock until they were encouraged by their table mates to either stroke my cock or take it in their mouths. My ass was tingling from all the contact with my cock and for a while there I was riding on the edge of spraying my load over some horny lady.

Among the tables were some older women, in their 30’s and 40’s. Some of the ladies dragged me over to someone they identified as Morgan’s mother. Morgan was the bride in whose honor this bachelorette party was taking place. I’m not sure what type of woman Nilda was, but her friends were putting a lot of pressure for her to touch my dick. She was resistant so I changed my tack. I took off my bear’s head so I just had my Zorro mask on, leaned down and kissed Nilda on her face, neck and ears and then on the mouth while running my hands over her body. You know…the more romantic approach. I then lifted her up in my arms and, cradling her, kissed her again. This time she responded with tongue. I carried her over to some couches along the wall which weren’t so lit up. Some of Nilda’s friends followed to see what would happen.

There while raining kisses over her face and down her neck I began to unbutton her blouse. She didn’t stop me and her mature but firm body slowly but surely became exposed. I spent a great deal of time kissing her chest, her breasts, and then suckling each nipple. She didn’t object when I began to unbuckle her slacks and actually assisted me by lifting her hips off the sofa as I pulled off her slacks and panties. Now I tongued her pussy and her clit until she was flowing and engorged and then running my lips back up her body and to her mouth, I fucked her right in front of her friends.

She fucking loved my 10″ cock sliding around inside of her. She may have loved her husband, but all the booze and the taunts from her girlfriends and my sexy treatment of her broke down any inhibitions she had. She fucked me good. She wrapped her legs around my waist, pressed herself tightly to my body and rode her pussy through two successive orgasms. Her older girlfriends were laughing their asses off to see modest Nilda fucking a stranger for all she was worth. Here this was her daughter’s bachelorette party and she was the one getting her pussy off, all butt naked and screaming like a little girl in heat.

After her second orgasm and not wanting this to get boring for the others, I kissed her and told her I was going to slide out. She got a pouty look on her face and then an embarrassed grin as she realized after the excitement of her orgasms that she was butt naked and fucking a stranger in front of her friends and her daughter’s friends. I leaned in, kissed her face, and told her, “Nilda, you were incredible.” I lifted myself up from her so I could gaze at her body underneath me and added, “And you’re beautiful. Look at you!!” I then slowly slid my cock out and helped her get dressed, except for her panties; those I asked for as a souvenir of our moments together. She appreciated the request. I tacked her bikini cotton panties up on the wall with a tack and with a flourish told the other women, “Give Nilda a hand, ladies.” She got all red-faced and returned to her seat. The friends her age patted her on the back and inquired how it was and treated her like a hero. She beamed with joy.

Now I looked up and noticed that two of the other dancers were now naked except for their bear heads. Although the lights were dim it looked like Nordic-looking Jerry was porking a woman on the little stage in front of the DJ. He was doing a number on her from what I could see. I watched even though several of the women around me were sampling my cock with their mouths, working themselves up to do what Nilda had dared to do and what that girl on the stage was doing. Although the girl had gone up on the stage with her blouse and skirt on I guess the pleasure that Jerry was roundly giving her bottomside had prompted her to want to get naked and feel Jerry’s whole body. As the girl’s legs wrapped around Jerry’s hips Jerry helped her get out of her clothes and then he removed his bear head. That’s when I noticed that the woman on the stage was my wife Jennifer.

She told me later that in the light, my light brown pubic hair and Jerry’s dark blonde pubic hair looked the same. His own 10″ cock also looked the same. She figured it was me but with the noise she couldn’t ask if it was me. Once she got on the stage and got so aroused that she came once and was on her way to another orgasm she didn’t care when Jerry removed his bear head, and she saw it was another man fucking her…not me. Jerry told me later, not knowing who she was to me, that Jenny was a fucking tiger cat and got all creamy between the legs. He thoroughly enjoyed fucking her and they finished up doing it doggy style so he could finger her clit and make her cum that much more intensely. He also said he met her later on in the evening near the sofas and fucked her again, once with her on top which allowed him to sink deeper into her warm, wet pussy, and then at her begging, up the ass. He had never fucked a customer in the ass before. Jenny’s ass took his cock in fairly easily as if she had been fucked there before. I didn’t know it then but during the massages my wife gets paid for she was giving special happy endings to male and female customers. Some of the women liked to pretend and strap on a dildo and take Jenny from behind. The tips are great for our income. As Jerry fucked Jenny in the ass she asked him to blow his load up her ass and he complied. He said she came and came and came the whole time he was ejaculating inside my wife. She shuddered so violently and let out such a cry that he thought at first he had hurt her. Then he had to hang on for dear life as she almost bucked him off the couch with her own long quivering orgasm. She thanked him profusely and even cleaned some of his cum off of his cock with her tongue even though it had been up her own ass.

Tronzell knew who Jerry was talking about and piped up that that same girl, Jenny, the white girl with the slender body and the brown hair, had sucked his cock until he exploded with a huge load of jism. She swallowed all of it and kept sucking his cock until he was hard again. Then he saw her lean over to a short, brown haired, girl named Marie and kiss her. They had apparently made an agreement to share one of the guy’s jism if they got any. Tronzell said, “This was the wildest bunch of women I’ve ever danced for. What a great night!!”

Near the end of the show, Jennifer and Marie gathered us dancers together and said that Morgan, the bride-to-be, was ready to be fucked by all of us on the stage as the pinnacle to her wild evening. I was surprised. From what Jenny had told me Morgan didn’t seem to be the kind of girl who participated in random, wanton sex. Jenny later told me that Morgan began to lighten up at the party after a few drinks and seeing many of her friends sucking on strangers’ cocks, but what really surprised her and made her literally shed her clothes for the rest of the evening was seeing her own mother fucking one of the dancers with raw abandon. She had rarely ever seen her mother naked let alone humping away on a man’s cock. She had always secretly wanted to get naked in public so she did it at that point; she spent the rest of the evening totally naked. And then when she saw Jenny go for the gusto on the stage with Jerry she had to do the same. “Shit, I want to have fun too. But I want every guy here to take me,” she yelled out to Marie.

Morgan had deep blue eyes, a round face, blond hair, small breasts, a big round butt that just lifted her pussy up into the air when she was on her back, and a fine down of light, straight pubic hair which framed her pussy lips but which didn’t extend over them. She had natural pubic hair that just covered her groin but not her pussy lips. Those pouty white lips and her clitoral hood were free of hair. It was a very erotic look like she had shaved.

So Jenny and Marie enlisted the DJ first. His cock was the smallest and Marie wanted Morgan to get fucked by ever larger dicks.

The DJ was forcibly stripped by several of Morgan’s friends and Marie teased him to hardness by sucking on his cock. Like most men he was game for what was being offered. He put a long song on, some techno dance mix number and headed out onto the stage. Several of Morgan’s friends had encouraged her to masturbate in public as a part of her fantasy so she was already warmed up and wet when Carlos stood over her. However when he saw how sweet her pussy looked he dove in between her legs and gave that little blond pussy a tongue lashing that had Morgan begging to be fucked. So Carlos obliged and started Morgan out with a rapid fuck that soon had her cumming again. He in turn let loose with a load which Morgan welcomed. She announced to everybody, “This is my last wild night. I want to be filled with cum. I want it running down my legs all week. I want my future husband to not know that his cock has got little sperm all swimming around his cock while we make love on our first wedding night. I’m getting’ creamy just thinking about it. Next!!!” She was really drunk and horny!!!

Jerry was next. He fucked Morgan three ways: with him on top, with her on top and doggie style. She enjoyed every minute. At the right moment Jerry quickened his pace and shot his load up her pussy. “Oh god that feels great,” she called out to the others around her. “I hope someone’s taking pictures.” They hadn’t to that point but since Morgan had asked, Marie began to film her with her digital camera… still shots and video shots.

Next were Vince and I. We had decided that a real treat for Morgan would be a double penetration…in the pussy and in the ass at the same time. Vinny got on the floor underneath Morgan and worked his cock up her anus. At first she grunted in pain but soon she had his whole erect cock up there. Next I leaned over her and slid my 10″ of meat between those engorged pink lips and into her vagina. Her lips were curled back from the hole of her vagina so it was an easy shot in. She felt hot and slippery as I pushed my cock in. Deep inside I could feel my cock awash in cum already in her vagina. It was like my cock was swimming in juices inside of Morgan. Vince and I coordinated our moves so as Vince was pulling out, I’d be thrusting in and as Vince would thrust into her butt I’d be sliding out of her vagina. Jerry knelt next to her face and hungrily she took his still slippery cock into her mouth. So now Morgan was naked, sharing a triple penetration with three strangers and being filmed acting like a complete whore to sex.

At least until she was about to explode in yet another shuddering orgasm. As she came once I quickened my pace so that the friction would cause me to cum, but it also caused Morgan to cum again. Then I pulled out while Vince fucked her ass rapidly and I rapidly diddled her clit until Vince shot a load up Morgan’s butt and Morgan came again. Her pussy actually made a sucking noise as she spasmed in and out and she actually ejaculated some of my semen.

Last was Tronzell. He carried Morgan’s body damp with perspiration over to the couches and fucked her for a good half hour while the rest of us danced for the ladies again. In the background we all could hear was Morgan crying out every so often, “Oh, god, Oh my god, Oh, I’m gonna cum, oh god, oh god, oh god, oh my god, OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHH!” We’d all look at each other smile and give thumbs up for Tronzell’s size and expertise. As Tronzell continued to fuck Morgan but good, the gaps between her vocal orgasms shortened. Soon Morgan was crying out continuously, “Oh god, oh god, oh god, oh lord, fuck me, oh god, oh god, oh my god, I can’t, I can’t , ohmigod, ohmigod, please, don’t, ohmigod, my…my…my…unhh…unh..god god god god…oh…shit…OH! OH!OH!OH!OH!YES!YES!YES! Now, now, yes, ohmigod, yes, there, there, there, yes there, faster, OHMIGOD…I”MMMMCUMMMMIIING!!!!” And a few minutes later it would start for Morgan all over again. Like I said this fantastic event went on for a half hour of Morgan getting a royal fucking by Tronzell, the meat master. Her future husband was gonna have a tough time satisfying her needs after this. I was certain that my Jennifer would be getting another “massage” customer who would want a happy ending on a regular basis.

I’ve got to say listening to her made many of us horny. So Jenny snuck off with Jerry who fucked her soundly again. I fucked Morgan’s mom, Nilda again, on the sofa next to her daughter, and this time left her full of cum. Some girls began to masturbate. And some of the girls learned that they had no problems with tasting pussy and being pleasured by a woman. There just weren’t enough of us guys to go around and Morgan’s vocal pleasuring was making us all horny.

What a night. Jerry and the Dancing Bears still use me occasionally. But there is one catch. If I go, Jenny goes. I can fuck a woman to make her happy but Jenny wants a little creamy action from Jerry and the other guys. I must have a little voyeur in me because I gotta say watching my wife arch her belly up to take in another man’s cock just makes me that much harder. And I’m sure the woman I’m pleasuring doesn’t mind that.

The Bachelorette Party Girls

The dresses were in and all the girls were fitted. The invite responses were coming back in the mail and there was a small pile of them on my desk every afternoon placed there by my secretary. The big day was quickly approaching and the pre-wedding festivities were beginning. My shower produced dozens of appliances and towels. Thank you cards were written. Then I get this phone call.

“We’re throwing you a bachelorette party.” My friend and fellow Senator announced to me one day a few weeks before the wedding. I begged Kate not to do it and she ganged up on me with a few of our friends. Soon Sarah and Kate had a whole night planned and I was going to be tossed into the back of a limo with my 2 best friends, my sister and a few other friends. They planned it for the same night that the love of my life was going to the strip club with his friends.

I had run out of excuses by the time the night arrived. We all met at Kate’s townhouse for drinks and a bite to eat before going on the town. Soon after we finished dinner, the doorbell rang and Kate made me go answer it. I felt funny since it was not my house but when I opened the door, the most gorgeous man I had ever laid eyes on was standing at the door in fire fighting gear and asking for me. Standing behind him was friend Rich in his Police uniform.

He guys came in and told us all to have a seat in the living room. The firefighter handed Kate a CD and she put it in the stereo. Soon music filled the room and my friend Rich and the firefighter began to dance for us. The sight of Rich in a G string in my face made me laugh but he promised he’d strip for me at my bachelorette party if I ever decided to finally get married. Rich was hot. He kept in shape for his job as a metro cop. Him gyrating in my face was starting to turn me on. We had never slept together because timing was always wrong and now, two weeks before my marriage, I was regretting it to some extent. Pretty soon Sarah was sucking off the firefighter and Kate was making out with my secretary.

Working Girls

Jessie and Linda coolly eyed their latest catch with a practiced look as Tom made his way through the crowded bar to where they sat in a corner booth.

Tom was the cute new guy on the fifth floor of their company’s office that some of the girls had been talking about. One girl, in particular, had gone out with him a couple of times, and had reported that he was a quiet guy who carried a big stick. She had said this with a gleam in her eye and a smile on her face. That was all Jessie and Linda needed to know. As the well-known Tenth-Floor Tramps, they felt duty-bound to find out for themselves just how big a stick Tom carried.

Tom had been in the company’s Atlanta office for about six months. He was in his mid-30s, of average height and weight, with hair just beginning to go gray. He was originally from Florida and had been married once, but was now divorced with a child living with his ex-wife in Colorado. It had been an amiable divorce, but it had still left him hurt, so he had wanted to start off new in another state, somewhere closer to his aging parents and the rest of his family.

Thus, he had jumped at the opportunity to join this company and move to Atlanta. It meant he only saw his daughter once or twice a year, but that was something he’d have to live with. Maybe a few years down the road, after he’d mellowed a little bit, he could possibly move back and be more a part of his child’s life.

But for now, he was enjoying the single life in a large Southern city. Frankly, he was more comfortable in the South, dealing with Southern women. They were so much less demanding and so much less naïve about the ways and means of life and love. He’d had a strong, Southern-to-the-core mother and two sisters, one older, so he knew instinctively how to live with a Southern girl.

And Jessie and Linda were both thoroughly Southern girls, as Tom was beginning to learn. It was just after the end of the workday on a Friday in early spring, absolutely the best time of year in Georgia. The air was filled with the sight and smells of the azaleas and all of the other blooms that make spring in the South such a kaleidoscope for the senses. And, of course, with spring flowers comes spring fever, when the urge to merge rises uncontrollably in lovers of whatever persuasion.

So Jessie hadn’t been too shy about approaching Tom in the cafeteria one afternoon the previous week. They had become acquainted, then Jessie had introduced him to Linda a few days later. They had invited him to join them for a few after-work drinks at their preferred watering hole just around the corner from their building. Tom wasn’t sure what to expect, but he knew only fools turned down date invitations from the likes of Jessie and/or Linda, and his mama hadn’t raised a fool.

Tom may have been a quiet guy on the surface, but he could be a real party animal when the mood hit him, and right now he was definitely in the mood. His department had just sweated out a deadline on a major account, that if they had missed would have meant either working overtime that night or coming in the next day, both of which would bust the project’s budget. Since nobody wanted that, they had plunged themselves into the project and had gotten it done. So the adrenalin was still rushing, and Tom was ready to cut loose as he plopped down next to these two lovely ladies.

Soccer Moms

I have been a soccer referee for several years now, and have been involved in several unusual situations, but none of them come close to what happened to me this past weekend. I had been invited to referee at a soccer tournament several miles from where I live, and since the fields were reported to be in good shape, and the teams normally quite competitive, I accepted the offer.

The tournament began early Saturday morning and I had been assigned to two games that morning and two games that afternoon. The two morning games went well and I then took a quick lunch break. The tournament was very gracious in providing food and drinks for the referees, and a quiet place away from the parents to relax while we ate.

As I was sitting close to the referee changing room, a woman walked up and stood in front of me asking if I was going to be the center referee for her child’s game at 2:00 that afternoon. I told her that I was indeed the center referee for the field that she was asking about. The woman was of average build, dark hair, very pretty face, wearing a solid black coat that fell several inches below her knees, and was wearing black hose and flat soled shoes.

When I admitted that I had been assigned her child’s game, the woman reached in her coat pocket, then held her hand out to me offering what she had been keeping there. I reached out and offered my hand palm up and she quickly placed a pair of black lace panties in my hand. She then told me to keep an eye on her during the game, just to verify that they were hers, and to make sure to took her way every time their team scored. Having said that, she turned and quickly walked away, toward a group of mothers watching their children practice.

To say the least, I was stunned. I quickly stuffed the panties in my ref bag, rather than sit there with them in my hand. I again looked over at the small group of woman and noticed the one who had dropped her panties in my hand talking to two other mothers, a blond and a brunette; all three were quite attractive. I sat there and stared at my bag, wondering what in the world was going on. Just as I was about to get up, the woman with dark hair broke from the group and walked over and stood between me and the other two women.

Looking down at me with her beautiful blue eyes she said that she too would have a present for me, but only if their team won. Having said that, she opened the front of her rain coat wide enough for me to see that the only thing that she was wearing was the rain coat, black thigh high hose and black boots on her feet. As she closed the front of her coat, she apologized for not having something to leave with me, but promised to give me something very special after the match (if her team won); then turned and walked back over to the small group of women.

It was now fifteen minutes until game time, and I began my pre-game by gathering the two assistant refs and talking them through their duties. We went on the field together, checked both teams and conducted the coin toss to decide who kicked off. The game began on time, and about three minutes into the game there was a bump in the penalty box and I called for a Penalty Kick to be taken. The teams lined up outside the box and the kicker quickly drilled the kick into the back of the net. After writing the score in my book, I glanced over to the sideline and noticed that the three women who had been standing together before the game, were now seated on the front row of the bleachers. All three were cheering wildly, with their coats opened and legs spread far enough apart to allow me to see their three pretty pussies.

Strip Poker Party

The girl with the long dark hair lost again. Slowly, tantalizingly, Renee began unbuttoning the small buttons down the front of her blouse. As each button slipped through her fingers, the fabric parted further to show the tanned flesh of her chest, and to reveal her large breasts which seemed ready to burst through the lacy black bra she was still wearing.

While Chuck looked admiringly at her perky breasts, caressing their curves with his eyes, the girl with the auburn hair to his right shuffled the cards for the next round of their game. So far, it was just plain strip poker, but the girls, when they persuaded him to join them, had promised him some interesting variations later…

It was late at night, he had just been about to leave the party when the four girls had come up to him. They were the only people still in the house, all the other guys having left already. After some embarrassed giggling and shuffling among the girls, a tall blonde asked him if he wanted to play cards with them. Chuck hesitated briefly, wondering what they were up to. Apart from the hostess, a petite brunette named Susan, with long, curly hair and small, firm breasts, he didn’t know any of the girls. They all appeared fairly drunk, and in a mood for mischief. But the blonde, seeing his hesitation, stepped closer, and putting her arms around him, promised him a real interesting game. He could feel her pointed breasts rubbing against his chest, and driven by the growing reaction between his legs, he heard himself say yes.

Semester Break

“Hi, Mrs. Cameron,” Jason said while entering the foyer of the Cameron house, “is Zoey home from college yet?” “She’s up in her room with Sky,” Julie Cameron replied, “she said to just send you up when you got here!” Thanks, Mrs. C,” he replied while taking off up the stairs to her room on the second floor! “Knock first,” Julie Cameron yelled after him, “I thought I could hear a lot of moaning and groaning coming from up there, “don’t barge in on them, okay?” “Sure thing,” he yelled back, “I’ll knock first, don’t worry!” Jason stood outside of Zoey’s room at the far end of the hall, and just as her mother had predicted there was indeed a lot of noise coming from behind the door, so after looking around to make sure no one else was around, he silently pushed it open just enough to peek inside! “Oh god, I missed this,” Zoey sighed while Sky gently lapped at her , “you have the softest tongue of anyone I know, and the most talented too!” That was Jason’s cue to go inside, and in a half hurt voice he offered, “And to think I thought you liked my tongue the best!”

Harem Girl Part 1

She paddled slowly across the large pool and slid silently next to a beautiful Japanese girl and introduced herself, “Hello, my name’s Delilah, but everyone calls me Dee, I’m pretty new here, and just wondered if you could tell me exactly where we are!?!” The pretty young Asian turned to her and with incredibly sad eyes replied softly, “I’m not sure of the country, but I think we’re in the Middle East, and by the way, my name is Midori, it’s nice to meet you!” “Why are we here,” Dee asked urgently, “the last thing that I remember was walking down a bazaar in Lagos, and then nothing, until I woke up in a little room with no windows, I don’t even know what day it is, and why is everyone naked, where are our clothes!?!” Midori put her arm around the shoulder of the young American and said, “It’s a long story, but I guess we both have the time!

“I’ve been here about two years now,” the young woman related, “I was taken right off of a street in Paris where I was vacationing with some college chums from back home, it was the same for me as it was for you, all at once you are here and don’t remember anything about it!” “Why is everyone naked,” Dee asked again!?! “I’ll get to that in a moment,” Midori replied, “but the why we are here is the most important thing, and it begins with the fact that we are young and pretty, and not of Middle Eastern descent!” “Why would anyone care about that,” Dee asked softly?!? “Because men of the Middle East favor western women as their concubines,” she went on, “and while some of us may well perform those duties willingly, it is easier for someone of great means to just take us and keep us as his own!” “Y-you mean were sex slaves,” Dee replied in an unsteady voice, “my god, this is almost the twenty first century, they can’t do that to us!” “I know it is hard to comprehend,” she continued, “but no one knows where we are and would have no idea where to start looking, so we try to make the best of it!” “I’ll kill myself before I let someone rape me,” Dee said defiantly, “if they want to do me when I’m dead, well then be my guest!” The young Asian shook her head from side to side and exclaimed, “I felt the same as you when I first arrived here, but they put things in your food and give you shots to make you not care anymore,” and then with her head hung low she whispered, “and to make sure that you are always sexually aroused and ready to perform at a moments notice!”

The Hostess

“Julia, I must say that the table looks absolutely divine,” gushed her good friend Minerva. “I second that motion,” Abra rejoined enthusiastically, “I don’t know how you do it, but every time I eat here it’s like dining at The Rainbow Room.” Julia took her seat at the head of the table as her three dinner companions took theirs, that being Abra, Minerva, and last but certainly not least, Rhonda, who of course every one called Roni. As was their usual custom, they were all dressed up for their once a month dinner party. “So, Julia,” Abra asked, “what’s on the menu for this evening?.?” “Are you referring to the dinner menu or dessert,” Julia replied with a laugh.?. “Either one or both,” Abra retorted. “Well then,” Julia responded, “I guess I’ll answer both of your questions, for dinner it’s poached salmon with almonds, and for dessert, it’s, well let me show you, Mia darling, you may start bringing in the dinner.”

All of the eyes at the table turned to see who was coming through the kitchen door. “Oh, my,” Roni gasped, “s-she’s beautiful, where on earth did you find her.?.” The object of Roni’s question pushed a serving cart to the edge of the table and began placing tossed salads in front of each of the diners. Mia continued around the table until everyone was served and then asked, “Do you need anything else, Miss Julia?.?” “Not until the main course, dear,” Julia replied, “you can go into the kitchen and get everything set up.” “Very good, ma’am,” the young girl replied, “just call if you need me.” After she had left the room, the three ladies all turned to Julia and began asking all sorts of questions all at once, until finally Julia raised her hand and said, “Hold it, one at a time, we have all evening, take it easy.” Minerva was the first to speak and asked, “Good lord, how old is she, she looks so young.?.” “Eighteen,” she just graduated from high school,” Julia shot back. “Where did you ever find her,” asked Roni, “girls like her don’t grow on trees.?.” “Actually, I met her at the bank, she was applying for a job and I offered her a better one,” Julia replied. Then finally, Abra asked the evenings most pertinent question, “Is she as tasty as she looks.?.” All Julia said was, “Better.