Nadine Goes Running 123117406639

Short Story

I needed my morning run ! It wasn’t just the adrenaline and endorphine surge, there was, for me, sexual rush. Every nerve ending seemed to gain an extra dimension. Perhaps it was as simple as the tight fabric of my running gear - I neither know or care - I enjoyed the build-up to the return to the apartment I was sharing with Jimmy. He benefited and, most assuredly, so did I ! The intensity of our fucking when I straddled him whilst he was still half asleep were, for me, spectacular. I could usually cum two or three times before he did.

This thought sustained as I gazed at the lowering clouds which stretched to the horizon when I left went out of the front door. I started slowly, easing my muscles into the steady trot I’d found suited me best.

No sooner had I reached that when the heavens opened. Not just rain, there were hailstones as well. Within a couple of minutes, I was drenched. My thin clothing wasn’t meant to be waterproof ! Fortunately, I’d remembered what looked like a long deserted barn that I’d seen on previous runs. By the time I reached it, I was shivering with the combination of saturation and chill from the hail. Why oh why didn’t I listen to the weather forecast before leaving ?.

Leaning against the seemingly ancient door, I was relieved to find it opened. I slipped in and ensured it was firmly closed against the strengthening wind and even heavier rain battering the walls. Even the building seemed to be groaning at the onslaught. One thing of which I was certain, the owner wouldn’t suddenly appear to complain at my intrusion !

Looking round, I could see some ageing hay bales, an empty manger, a workbench with rusting tools scattered haphazardly and a deep pile of loose hay with an old blanket spread across it. The only window looked as though it hadn’t been cleaned since Eisenhower was president. But, here was dry, dry !

Rainwater sluiced off me and one drip ran down my forehead, ending its cold journey by dripping off my nose. I shivered involuntarily. I must strip off these clinging wet clothes and warm myself. That dusty old blanket suddenly looked very inviting ! 

First, my t-shirt which I wrung out as best I could before spreading it across some of the hay. This was followed by my shorts and running shoes. All these were on the hay in the probably vain hope that some of the water would be drawn out of them. Now completely naked, I suddenly felt vulnerable - I re-assured myself that no-one else would have been daft enough to go running. However, I did take refuge in the blanket ! Notwithstanding it looked even grubbier now it was very close and personal. Some extremely suspicious stains were now very visible.

Even though I couldn’t stop shivering, my mind strayed to my boyfriend’s reactions if he’d been here with me. I opened the blanket and tried to see what he would, imagining his hands caressing my nearly flat stomach, travelling up, they’d reach my breasts which, though large at 36DD did not need the confinement of a bra. Oddly, Jimmy, for that is his name, never paid them the attention I knew they warranted.

Never mind, I’ll fix that ! My hands stroked them back and forth - the nipples soon stood proud. My attentions centred on them and small ripples of pleasure soon coursed from each one to my groin. Continued friction, combined with the beginning of my heightened senses that the short run had induced, soon had my tummy muscles spasming. My mini-orgasm ensured I was lying on my back across the blanket as one hand continued playing with a nipple, the other wnet down my stomach and found its way through the sparse pubic hair and into the, by now, very moist gash between my legs.

I did so wish it was Jimmy’s hard cock pushing them apart as I spread my legs, However, needs must ! My middle finger went inside me and the palm of my hand applied that so necessary pressure on my clitoris - my hips bucked of their own accord - and one of those so familiar and yet new shock waves shot out from my clitoris. I thought I heard a noise in the background but put it down to the wind outside and continued on my journey. The two areas of excitation co-ordinated beautifully ! The fingers tantalising my nipple and those encouraging the flow of juices from between my legs. Briefly, I thought of the stains on the blanket - beer stains ? Very unlikely !

My orgasm started - the pleasure building like a tsunami, unstoppable - even when I heard the footsteps ! I’d cum before in front of a “watcher” but not a stranger ! I couldn’t stop - faster went my finger, in and out, harder was the pressure on my clit, tighter was the grip on my nipple. Guttural noises came from my mouth as my body went into its inevitable, uncontrollable spasms of climax.

As my brain cleared from the delicious fog of sensation, I became aware of voices cursing the rain - suudenly they went silent. I guess they’d seen me !

Reluctantly, I extracted my finger and released the nipple. Opening my eyes, I saw I was now sharing the barn with three equally drenched runners - two about my age and one much older. As my breathing steadied, I had the chance to realise that the younger ones were staring openly at my nudity and obviously flushed state whilst the oldest turned away - embarrassment ? Perhaps he had a wife awaitng his return ?

As brightly as I could, I said, “Hi guys, didn’t expect an audience” The oldest was the only one who could find his voice but all he couid manage was, “Sorry, didn’t mean to intrude, we weren’t…..”

“That’s O K, hope you enjoyed the show! What’s your name” ?

“Joe and I’m married.”

“That’s alright, Joe, I’m never jealous, I’m Nadine”. I looked questioningly at the others who, I could see, were already sporting sizeable bulges in their shorts: they must have seen a lot more than I’d realized !

Once they’d introduced themsleves as Steve and Andy, I suggested they get rid of their cold, wet clothes in a voice which I did my best to invest with an overt invitation !

Joe demurred but Steve and Andy were quickly naked, giving me time to take in their nicley developed bodies and, most importantly, proudly upstanding erections ! Joe stripped as well but moved away, turning away but not before I espied his lengthening prick ! This was hidden by him crossing his legs.

I invited Steve and Andy to join me on the blanket, using the excuse that rolling on that would dry them more speedily. I, of course, noticed that their cocks didn’t deflate in the slightest ! I made a half-hearted attempt to bring Joe over but he simply shook his head and I left him to his frustration.

The two guys were now looking at me with admiration… and lust ? I hoped so. Steve was the first to speak : “Your tits are really cute”. Andy rebuked him, saying, “They’re breasts, you chauvinist pig.”

Laughing, I said, “Call them what you will - how about touching them” ? I arched my back to offer them a better view.

Steve was the quicker on the uptake as I lay back on the much abused blanket ! Saying, “May I” ?, he saw my smile, leant forward running his hand across my stomach, cupping one breast and taking the nipple in his mouth. My gasped response of, “That feels good”, encouraged him to close in and start sucking hard. I heard Andy say, “You don’t need both” as he took the other nipple in his mouth - Nirvana!

Steve must have realized that Andy was doing good work since I soon was aware of him being between my legs, pushing the knees so far apart that my pussy lips parted. He latched on to my pulsing clit with his mouth and tongue - swirling around it and nipping with his teeth. Andy was expertly moving between my very erect nipples. With all these assaults, I could do little else than writhe and moan as my arousal soared upwards.

“Fuck me”, I eventually managed to gasp. “One of you, do it, now”. Steve, of course, complied, he was nearest ! I felt him pull back - how I wished I could see his prick - his fingers spread me and I felt the heat of his engorged cock plunge into me. Our pubic bones impacted and the tidal wave of sensation forced a shout of release from me. I convulsed from head to toe. Andy gave up trying to keep hold of my nipples and stretched himself forward towards my mouth. Greedily, I devoured his cock - my lips closing round the head and my tongue teasing the sensitive band of skin beneath it.

We were all in our own worlds but still aware of each other. Steve pounded in and out, I met his thrusts with my own and Andy, with slightly glazed eyes, watched my mouth and lips working on his rigid shaft. I think he wanted to push deeper into my throat but didn’t in case, perhaps, he came too soon. It was then I saw that Steve was staring fixedly at Andy’s movements. I started working on Steve’s balls and cock with my hand. 

This was obviously too much for Steve. “I’m cumming”, he yelled. His pistoning accelerated until the first spurt. He stopped, I felt the pulses of the succeeding expulsions. He moved in and out a couple of more times and his subsiding erection slipped slowly and wetly out of me.

Panting, he lay back to recover himself, saying, “Babe, that was great”. At least, that’s what I think he said !

I had more important things to consider. I felt Andy starting to speed up - not what I wanted. I pulled away from. He looked at me questioningly. I pointed downwards and a huge grin spread across his face - no further explanation was necessary.

He positioned himself and I could have the added “goodie” of seeing him holding and guiding his erection into me. I loved watching it and feeling the stretching until fully engaged I’d also feel the balls touching my ass cheeks. No pre-amble was necessary as I was still slick from both my juices and Steve’s semen.

He slid straight in - bump ! My vaginal muscles contracted and milked him - my orgasm flooded through me as he, highly aroused by my mouth, deluged me with another load of cum ! He pumped the remnants out and I felt the tingles of after orgasm, especially as he reluctantly slid out. The blood drained from his dick as he rapidly deflated. We both lay, panting with our efforts.

A voice broke the spell. “I don’t mean to interrupt but the rain’s stopped”. Joe’s somewhat plaintive words pierced our thoughts.

He was right - there was even some blue vaguely visible in the grimy window.

Rather sheepish now, we mutely and hastily grabbed our clothes. It was then that I noticed Andy was was slower and looking at me. With an almost tender look, he approached me, gave me a kiss, saying, “That was exceptional, thanks, Babe”.

I managed a rather hoarse, “Thank-you both and you, Joe, I don’t know how you stayed away. Three holes filled could have been stupendous for us”.

“Sorry, Nadine. I just can’t cheat on my wife”.

I looked straight at him and said: “Maybe the next time”.

Shaking his head, he disappeared throught the door with my two studs who turned to give me a last salute.

Still a little bemused from these recent events, a thought chased through my brain : “Is this what is meant by nymphomania” ?

My mind was already planning how I could reach the shower before Jimmy had the chance to smell the aroma of my sexual activity - it was obvious to me ! Equally, I was also plotting to jump his bones as soon as I exited the shower !

I do hope he’s not waiting for me at the door !

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Modeling for the Ladies 121655026889

Last Saturday I headed down to the art school in town to model for the mid-day figure drawing class at the Art Institute. I’d modeled for this class many times over the past several months and Joe, the instructor, and the class really liked my poses. This week’s class was the first of a new session and the instructor had told me that nearly all of the students would be new and a lot of them would be people from the community and not as many students of the Institute. It was summer and most of the art students were taking the summer off.

I arrived my usual 15 minutes early stripped off my street clothes in the changing room, donned my robe and flip flops and walked into the studio. The room was nearly full, with 25 - 30 students, made up almost exclusively of women from age 30 to 60. I pulled my water bottle out of my pack, checked my watch to make sure it was set to the timer function and began my mild warm-up and stretching routine, getting ready to pose. Several of the women came over to introduce themselves and talk to me.

Cathy introduced herself and asked me how long I’d be modeling. I told her that I’d modeled for figure drawing and painting classes off and on for over 30 years. Cathy was in her early thirties, and very attractive, and dressed in a tank top and shorts.

“30 years? You must have started with you were very young.” She said, obviously not realizing my true age.

“I was 20 when I started modeling.” I told her. “I’m 55, so it was a long time ago.” I smiled at her and she smiled back.

“I really didn’t think you were that old. I’d have said you were maybe 40 or 45.” She put her hand on my arm and smiled and up at me and I noticed that he nipples were now very evident through her tank top.

She held my arm, lightly squeezing it as I said, “Thanks, I appreciate the compliment. By-the-way, you look fantastic.” She blushed, squeezing my arm. I felt my crotch tingle, which was always a prelude to an erection.

I’m a big guy, 6’ 3" tall, weigh 185 lbs and carry very little fat on me. My weight is pretty evenly distributed in my legs, shoulders, arms, and chest. I get lots of exercise working on my ranch, skiing, riding horses, and doing construction work, so I stay in good shape.

The instructor, Joe, arrived and asked me to start the first 20 minute session with one-minute gesture poses, then two-minute poses for the second session, then 5 minute for the third session, then he’d decide if we’d do one long pose or multiple 20 minute poses. I’ve modeled for many of Joe’s classes over the years, both here at the Art Institute and other venues. He was a good friend and he considered me his very best model. I slipped off my flip flops, doffed my robe, walked through the maze of easels and ponies and stepped up onto the modeling platform, under the lights, which surrounded the stage. As I took my first pose I heard several positive comments from the students, which made me smile.

I really like doing gesture poses. I love the creative and physical challenge of them and it’s a great opportunity to show off my body. I rotate around the modeling stand as I pose, so that all the students get front, side, and back views. I do standing, kneeling, twisting, bending, lying, stretching, and flexing poses, all of them showing motion or action so that the students get a chance to really get the feel of the pose.

The instructor was prodding the students to “get the feel of the pose, don’t try to draw detail, there isn’t time.” “Look for the motion, where’s the point of contact with the ground, where’s his weight? Get the feel, don’t worry about detail. Big strokes!” He is a great instructor, very encouraging and always positive.

“Jim, can you hold that pose for a couple more minutes?” He asked. “This is what I mean by getting the feel of the pose.” He said as he drew my pose.

I held the pose, which was bending forward, reaching down as if to help someone up onto the platform with me, my legs spread wide, my weight mostly on my left leg. My backside was towards Cathy.

My muscles were shaking and sweat was dripping off my face and running down the insides of my thighs and my ass crack when he finally said, “Thanks Jim, you can continue.”

I had just a few more 1-minutes poses to finish up the twenty. When I stopped, there was a brief applause, and several thanks from the students. I stood, and stretched briefly, then stepped off the platform and wove my way back through the maze of easels and drawing ponies to get to my back pack and robe. I grabbed a towel out of my pack and dried off, then grabbed my robe. As I turned to put my robe on, Cathy put her hand on my arm, and I turned towards her.

“You were fantastic! Those were the best poses I’ve ever seen.” She said, her eyes were dilated and sparkling, and her nipples were huge.

“Thanks,” I said grinning at her. I started to put my robe on, but she still held my arm.

“I can’t believe how open you are with your body. I think I saw every square inch of your body while you were posing up there.” She said flushing, and stroked my arm.

“That’s what being a figure model is about. I’m hired to pose for you, so that you can draw the human body.” I said looking at her, feeling the distinct tingle in my crotch again, but much stronger this time. I looked down and saw my cock starting to rise rapidly. Cathy followed my look and stared at my rapidly hardening cock. I’m told I’m well hung, but to me I seem average. I’ve measured my cock many times and it measures out about 7.5 inches long and about 6.25 inches around when it’s hard.

Cathy gasped, “Oh my!” and looked up at me.

“Sorry.” I said, pulling away and slipping my robe on. I sat down quickly to hide my erection, and took a long drink out of my water bottle and tried to calm down.

“You don’t need to apologize. I’m flattered.” She said. I looked around and noticed that at least a half dozen of the women had seen my erection and they were grinning like Cheshire cats.

I smiled back at them, took a deep breath and let it out. I looked up at Cathy and smiled. She grinned and headed back to her easel.

I felt my erection subsiding, to my great relief, and checked my watch. I had another couple of minutes before I started the next series of poses.

When I dropped my robe and headed towards the modeling stand, I was still partially erect, and I was concerned about not getting harder. I felt a hand brush my backside a step or two before I stepped up onto the platform and looked back to see one of the oldest women grinning at me. I winked at her and stepped up on the platform. I took a very strenuous pose to start the 2-minute poses, with the hope of limiting my erection. I was partially successful, in that I didn’t get any harder, but throughout the twenty-minute session I stayed partially erect, essentially my cock was almost 7 inches long and quite full, but not standing out hard. I had to consciously keep it from twitching and getting harder.

When the session came to an end, I stepped off the platform and headed back to my robe. The same woman, who had stroked my butt when I headed for the platform, placed a hand on my thigh and stopped me.

“You are very beautiful,” she said stroking my upper thigh, which was causing my cock to harden quickly.

I took her hand in mine and said, “Thank you,” and smiled down at her. I wove quickly back to my robe, my cock rising rapidly to full attention and threw on my robe.

Joe came over and said, “Don’t worry about your ‘problem.’ This is a very appreciative audience.”

“Thanks Joe, I’ve not had this ‘problem’ in a very long time.”

“Enjoy it. I don’t mind.” He said with a wink. Joe’s gay and he’s always enjoyed seeing me naked. This did make me feel better, because the last thing I wanted was to offend Joe, or anyone in the class.

I just decided to forget about the situation and run with it. The next twenty minutes of 5 minute poses went well, with my cock rising and falling, twitching and occasionally emitting strings of pre-cum. At the end of the session, almost half of the students applauded me. I thanked them, my cock standing at attention, as I headed to my grab my robe. Cathy met me at with my robe in her hand. “The rest of the class, and I have decided that you don’t need the robe anymore.” She said folding the robe and putting it in my back pack.

I looked at her and then at the group surrounding me and said, “Okay, whatever you’d like.” and grinned.

She grinned back and said, “Really? Anything I’d like?”

“Sure, why not!” I said looking right into her bright blue eyes.

I wandered around checking out the drawings done by the students enjoying the freedom of not wearing the robe. As I stood looking at an amazing group of sketches produced by the youngest woman in the class, a student from the nearby college, I felt a hand gently caressing the inside of my but cheek, almost touching my scrotum. I looked back and it was the young lady, looking cool as could be. I said, “You are very talented.”

She responded, “You have no clue how talented,” and looked at me coolly sliding a finger between my cheeks and stroking my anus. My cock strained in response and pre-cum oozed out the tip. “You like that, huh?” She asked, her eyebrows raised.

“Obviously.” I replied, smiling down at her.

She grasped the base of my cock in her left hand, stroking slowly up forcing the pre-cum out, catching it on the back of her hand. She brought her hand up to her mouth and licked it, cleaning most of it off, then she pressed it to my lips and I licked the rest of it off her fingers, drawing them into my mouth and sucking on them.

She smiled at me for the first time, stroked my anus again and patted my butt. “We’ll continue this later, now get back to work,” she said and squeezed my butt cheek.

I headed back to stand, via my back pack. I set my timer for 20 minutes, then took a standing pose with my arms crossed in front, my cock still rock hard. My cock twitched many times over the next twenty minutes, but slowly subsided to about two thirds its erect size and stayed that way. When my timer went off, I stretched, went over to my chair, and after wiping the sweat off my body, sat down.

Cathy came over and knelt down beside me resting her left arm on my thigh. She looked up and said, “Rachael, and I would like you to come over to our place and model for us after class. Would you mind?”

“No, not at all. What did you have in mind?” I asked.

“We’d like to do some detailed, close-up drawings of the male anatomy.” She said looking up at me.

“It’d be my pleasure.” I said looking down at her.

Her right hand came up under my thigh and she began very lightly stroking my testicles. “I’ve never seen or touched a man that’s shaved before, it looks amazing and feels incredible, you are so soft, I never knew you would fee so soft.” She was now stroking my rock hard cock.

“Oh my, darlin’, you keep that up and you’ll soon get a big surprise.”

She smiled as she let go of my cock and stroked my balls. “I like surprises,” She said grinning like a teenager.

“I’d better get back to work.” I said reaching down to help her to her feet.

I moved an old arm chair that was used as a prop onto the platform, grabbed my towel and spread it over the chair, set my timer, then sprawled in the chair for the next 20 minute pose. It was a comfortable old chair and I nearly fell asleep during the pose, but amazingly, my cock stayed hard the entire pose.

When my timer went off, I headed back to my break spot. The woman who’d stopped me before stopped me again, with a hand on my thigh. She said, “You have a beautiful penis. I just had to tell you that, I hope you don’t mind. It’s amazing. I’d never thought that a man’s penis was nice to look at, but now, after seeing yours, I want to see more of them. The only other penis I’ve ever seen was my husband’s, and I didn’t see it but a few times in 40 years of marriage. Now I wish I’d have seen it more.”

“Thank you, I’m very glad you like my cock, uh sorry, penis.”

“That’s alright; I can call it a cock, too. It’s a beautiful cock.” She said smiling up at me.

I did three more 20 minute poses, which I did mostly flaccid, with only a few moments of arousal, and finished out with 20 one-minute gesture poses.

When I went back to my chair, the entire class surrounded me and thanked me for modeling for them. Joe came over and said, “He’ll be back next week, right Jim?”

I told him sure. He gave me a check for $150, and another $100 in tips. I gaped at him for a minute, as I only expected to get $100, then stuffed it all in my pack and started to get dressed. Cathy and Rachael came over and asked if I was still up for coming over to their place to model. I assured them I was and finished getting dressed as they packed up their drawing supplies.

Their house was only 5 minutes from the institute, and immediately upon entering the front room, I removed my clothes. Cathy and Rachael had headed into the other part of the house ahead of me without looking back. Cathy called out, “Make yourself at home. Can I get you something to drink?”

I walked into the kitchen, walking up behind Cathy and asked, “What do you have?”

She startled a bit, as she hadn’t heard me come up behind her, and looking over her shoulder, smiled. “We’ve got some white wine, beer, or some Irish Whiskey.”

I said, “Irish Whiskey, please.” I took the step that separated us and placed my hand on her butt, stroking the inside of her cheek. She smiled at me, her left hand sliding down my belly and cupping my cock and balls. I reached up into the cupboard and pulled down the bottle of Whiskey, snatched a glass from the cupboard and poured a healthy wee dram in the glass. I took a slug, letting it flow over and around my tongue, and eventually swallowing it down. I looked down at Cathy, who was now stroking my hard cock, leaned down and kissed her.

I gently parted her lips with my tongue, running it around her lips, and responding to the prodding of her tongue slid it into her mouth. My hand caught her breast, her nipple hard against the palm of my hand. She pressed hard against my mouth, delving deeper with her tongue, and I deepened the kiss, my hand sliding down between her legs, my fingers finding her swollen clitoris through her thin shorts.

I gently pulled away from the kiss and noticed that Rachael was sitting on the counter across the kitchen, sipping a glass of wine, topless, wearing a pair of well worn jean cutoffs.

I took a big swig of whiskey and walked across the room to Rachael, and sliding her rump to the edge of the counter, I pressed my hard cock against her crotch, pulled her towards me, and kissed her, hard. I took her breast in my hand gently squeezing it, rolling her hard nipple between my finger and thumb, and she groaned, wrapping her legs around my waist and pressing her pussy hard against my cock. I rocked against her and could feel the heat of her pussy on my cock. I thrust my cock against her pussy, dry humping her and I could feel her getting more and more excited. She thrust her pelvis against me harder and harder; she cried out, shuddering against me.

I was very near the point of coming, so I backed off, reaching down and unbuttoning her shorts. She put her heels on the counter and rose up so I could pull her shorts off. She wasn’t wearing anything under the shorts and her pussy was completely naked. I knelt down and buried my head in her drenched pussy, licking her from anus to clitoris, then sucking her clit between my lips and stroking it with my tongue. Almost as soon as I slipped two fingers into her she came again. I kept her going as long as I could, Rachael bucking her hips against my face. When she calmed down, I turned to Cathy, who stood transfixed by what had just happened.

I took another swig of whiskey, finishing what was in the glass, walked across the room and kissed her, hard. She kissed me back fiercely and I began to undress her. I pulled the tail of her tank top out of her jeans and pulled it over her head, exposing her beautiful breasts. I leaned down and taking her nipple in my mouth suckled as if I were a babe. She groaned and arching, pressed my head against her breast. I quickly unsnapped, and unzipped her shorts and slid them to the floor, taking her g-string with them. I leaned forward and kissed her naked pussy, smelling, tasting, and feeling the moisture of her arousal. She stepped out of the clothes like someone in a trance. As I stood up I scooped her up and set her hips on the edge of the counter, she wrapped her legs around my waist, and I slowly slid the head of my cock into her, drew back a little and slid an inch or more of my cock in, lubing my cock with her nectar, then drew back until just the head was in her, then drove my cock into here until I bumped against her cervix. She was very tight, almost as if she were a virgin. I began to stroke into her, slowly at first then faster, pulling my cock nearly completely out, then driving it fully into her hard and fast. She was gasping, and finally cried out, “Oh fuck, I never knew it could be like this!”

I was changing strokes, going slowly, then faster, then short and quick, then long and hard. I could sense Rachael behind me and I looked over my shoulder and smiled at her. She put her arms around me, and pressed her hips against mine, keeping in time with my thrusts into Cathy. She was stroking my balls between my legs, and feeling my cock slide in and out of Cathy, taking the love juices and spreading them over my anus. She pressed her middle finger against my anus and it slipped in easily. She began pushing her finger in and out of my ass, with the same frequency as I was fucking Cathy; she added another finger, pressing them both against my prostate. I was straining to keep from coming, when Cathy thrust her pelvis against mine, screamed, and pinned me there shuddering hard, then convulsed against me. I thrust hard several more times burying myself as deep in her as I could and came hard, crying out, and pulsing cum again and again into her. I pulled her to me hard gasping for breath.

She held me breathing hard. “Fuck, I was married for over 10 years, and I never knew sex could be like this. Oh jesus!”

I slowly slid my cock in and out of her, stroking longer and longer, her pussy full and slick with my cum. “What the fuck? You’re still hard?”

“Sure am.” I said smiling and slid out of her, my cock standing up proudly.

Rachael knelt in front of me and took my cock in her mouth, sucking down Cathy’s and my juices. She took my entire cock in her mouth and licked my balls, she stroked the length of me cock in and out of her mouth. She slid off my cock, and smiled up at me.

I pulled her to her feet and kissed her hard and deep, tasting Cathy, me and her all at once. I picked Rachael up, she wrapped her legs around my waist and I carefully guided my cock into her wet, swollen pussy. She moaned and cried out as the length of my cock slid deep into her and pressed hard against her cervix. I pulled out and stroked into her again, then again. She held me there, her fingers gripping my ass hard, and came. “You fucker! This wasn’t supposed to happen!”

“What do you mean, ‘this wasn’t supposed to happen?’” I asked.

“I’m not supposed to get off from a guy fucking me! I’m lesbian.”

“I believe you’re probably bisexual.” I said still stroking my cock into her as I held her in my arms. I set her tight little ass on the edge of the counter and began to fuck her hard, driving my cock into her like a piston, pulling out until just the head of my cock was in her, then pounding it into her. I pulled her hard against me, my pubic bone grinding against her pubic bone, her clitoris between us, and drove my cock into her. She leaned back on the counter and ground herself against me and started to come, she came again and again, until she sagged back on the counter, her legs going limp. I pulled out of her, picked her up and carried her into the living room and laid her on the couch.

Cathy followed me into the living room and knelt before me taking my cock in her mouth, sucking hard and doing her best to take my entire cock into her mouth and down her throat. I let her work on me for a few more minutes, then knelt down in front of her, pushed her back onto the floor, grabbed a cushion from the couch, and lifting her hips I placed it under her butt. I then licked her from anus to clitoris. I buried two fingers in her pussy and sucked her clit into my mouth and tongued it rapidly. She moaned and arched up against my face. I brought her to the brink of an orgasm, then rose up and drove my cock into her to the hilt, she began cumming, and I continued to fuck her hard, keep her at the peak, then as she began to come down, I pulled out and went down on her again. I kept this cycle up for several rounds until she cried, “I can’t take anymore, please let me rest.”

I turned to Rachael, who was lying back on the couch watching me fuck her mom. I pulled her to the edge of the couch and thrust my cock into her pussy and began to fuck her hard. She leaned back and moaned. She sat up, and pushed me over backwards onto the floor, and began to ride me, stroking back and forth, and up and down, grinding her clit against my pubic bone. It wasn’t long before she had me near the brink. I grabbed her hips and said, “You’re about to make me cum!”

“Isn’t that the goal?” She said increasing her tempo.

I groaned and began to thrust up against her and cried out, and came, just as she screamed her orgasm. I continued to thrust into her until she finished and settled onto my chest. I held her there feeling her pussy massage my cock, as I pulsed my cock in her pussy.

We all stumbled into the bathroom, and showered together, with me fucking them both to another orgasm, bent over.

“Are you going to ‘model’ for us again next week after your gig at the institute?” Cathy asked.
“I’ll make sure to put it on my schedule.” I said grinning like a Cheshire cat as I walked towards my truck.

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This is a tale about 
   Nick, Nic and Nik
Two have pussies, 
   and one has a dick

Nic said to Nik
   “Have you seen Nick’s prick?”
“Have I seen it? I’ve felt it
    And my God Nick’s prick’s thick!”

Nick said to Nic
   “I’ll show you my dick.
Come here, open wide.
   It won’t make you sick.”

Nic looked at Nik
   who was starting to flick
at her own panty strings.
   Niks prefered party trick.

Nic opened her mouth
   Nick shoved it in hard
Nik pulled down her panties,
   her stockings and bra

Nik undressed Nic
   and Nick did himself.
Nick knew what to do,
   he would share his wealth.

Nick gave it to Nic
   in her mouth, in her pussy
Nick gave it to Nik
   whose pussy was bushy

Nic tried to lick
   at Niks sloppy hole.
She lapped and she sucked
   and she made Niks eyes roll.

Nick had them both,
   one at each end.
Nic on his face,
   and Nik on his best friend.

The three are still mates.
   In fact life is giddy.
Because now they are four,
   with the addition of Nikki.

Short Story

Revealed in all their natural glory, Nick smiled at the two women before him. 

Nik, a familiar sight. Petite, toned, dark brown hair with coffee coloured skin, firm breasts that barely filled his hand, and a completely natural covering of dark curls over her pussy. Her curvaceous friend Nic was almost her polar opposite. Tall, blonde, soft bodied with skin pale and unblemished, very large breasts and no pubic hair to speak of. Both so different yet both completely fuckable.

Nick came around to the front of the couch where the two women stood. He grabbed Nic by her smooth white hips, turned her to face it’s back and then got her to kneel on the cushions. Anticipating what was to come, the other Nik returned to her original viewing position leaning back on the armrest and began stroking her slit. Nick placed his cock at the nude entrance to Nic’s dripping heat, then turned to look at his other lover. He could see Nik’s juices glistening and her eyes urging him on to fuck her friend. Nik was nothing if not generous. Always willing to share.

“Come on Nick,” urged the blonde, “your size is slightly terrifying and its bound to be a tight fit, but I can’t wait to give it a go. Give it to me now. Give it to me slowly.”

“As you wish.”

Nick slid his cock along her pussy a few times, getting it nicely lubed before making the first push.

“Ooooooo.” Geez she was tight. He made slow little thrusts, advancing then retreating, allowing her to adjust to his size. 

Nik watched Nick’s cock with fascination, slowly disappearing inside the other girl. Her own hand mirrored his movements along her own aching slit. Fuck she was feeling like one horny bitch. Her friends tits looked good too. And they were doing nothing but swaying to the building rhythm of sex. Nik moved and squirmed in front of Nicole to take a nipple in her mouth. She’d often admired the big mellons, so different to her own, and she wasn’t disappointed with their feel. Nic’s additional groaning indicated that she was appreciative of all the attention too. 

“Oh my God. Fuck me Nick! Suck me Nik! Fuck me, suck me, lick me. OH! This is too…” Nik released the breast from her mouth and stopped her words with a kiss. Nick, at full tilt now, fucked her hard from behind. He felt her muscles spasm and a rush of warm nectar cover his balls. He blew.

He withdrew from Nic’s pretty pussy, momentarily deflated but not out of the game. It was his turn to sit back and watch the show.

The two girls looked so good together. The contrast between them was dramatic. He watched Nik’s continued delight in the large breasts and Nic’s smiles at having the other girl play with them. It did not take long for him to become hard again. Only a dead man would not be turned on watching the girls petting and listening to their coo’s. 

“Nick, are you ready yet? I want to watch you fuck my friend here.” Nic smiled at him over her shoulder. “She is so fucking hot and beautiful and so incredibly patient waiting her turn.” She leaned forward to kiss Nik again. “Its my turn to see that monster prick impale her tiny body.”

“Fuck yes. I’ll be happy to show you.” Nick took no time in swinging the tiny Nik onto his lap. He sat on the couch and had her straddle him.

“It’s been a while Nick. Six days to be exact. I wonder, will it still fit?” Nik said with a teasing smile.

“Let’s see darling.” He was about thrust his way in when Nic called out.

“Wait! I said I want to see.” She moved into a better viewing position then said, “Ready. Now push it in slow. I don’t care how many times you’ve fucked her before, you haven’t done it with me about.”

Nick took direction well. Holding her hips, he raised Nik’s small frame up. Nic held his rod upright and steady for Nick to lower her down onto it. 

“Oh my God. That looks incredible. Wow. Fuck me!”

“I did already, darling.”

“Oh yeah. Yeah. Wow. I meant, fuck her.”  She eyeballed the sight before her. “I can’t believe I took that. I can’t believe she is taking it.” Nic watched the shaft piston into her friends split slit. She had never had the joy of this sight before. She watched as Nik rode his cock, nearing her orgasm with each thrust.

Nik didn’t need to scream to announce her explosion. Her body showed the clear signs without the volume. Nic watched her body stiffen, her back arch and a whole lot of cream begin to seep from where Nick still had his cock buried deep. 

Nic couldn’t resist. She dropped to her knees and came in close to the panting couple. Her tongue reached out and licked at Nick’s shaft, still hard and still hidden. Her tongue stroked from his balls up his cock and all the way to the end of Nik’s slit. Collecting the cream and not stopping until she had given the once around Niks wrinkled brown hole. The conjoined Nick’s both moaned with surprise. She repeated her actions lapping at more of the delicious goo. Gently Nick plucked the smaller girl off his prick so that the blonde could get where she clearly wanted to go. Nik’s hole.

This was some Friday night. He watched the blonde go down on the brunette. Coffee and cream. Both girls moaning and writhing, enjoying the moment. Nic sucked and slurped on the insides of the bushy pussy. A raft of outdated phrases flashed through his mind but none of them fit. This was simply a beautiful sight. Nik was quick to come again and Nic came up for air smiling brightly.

“I want you both. Now. Together at the same time.” Nick stated.

The girls looked at each other and smiled. He wondered if there was some sort of special ESP thing going on because without another word, the two girls came to him and pushed him back onto the floor. Nik resumed her position on his cock, Nic straddled him and put her pussy over his face. Both girls facing each other. 

The girls kissed. Nick thrust and licked. Nik rode wildly. Nic fucked the mouth below her. They each offered pleasure to the other whilst receiving plenty of their own. They all came together in a domino effect. Nick erupted first sending Nik into a spin. Nic was tipped over the edge by the sight of her girlfriend’s orgasm and aided by Nick clasping onto her clit with incredible suction. 

“Ermm, hmm.” The three looked up to the sound of a person clearing their throat.

A woman with an athletic build, tanned, long blonde hair braided in a thousand plaits, wearing a very mini floral dress and low sandals stood in the room looking down on them.

“Hi Nik. I just thought I’d drop in and say I was back. No need to feed my fish anymore. I knocked but there was no answer so I thought I’d come in and leave you a note. I have a set of your keys, remember.” She rattled them in her upraised hand. “I can see you are entertaining. Nice.”  The three on the floor sat stunned. “Aren’t you going to introduce me to your friends?”

“Oh. Of course. Well this here is Nic, and this here is Nick. Easy to remember huh. And Nic, Nick, this here is my neighbour Nikki.”

A round of nods and smiles and hello’s were swapped.

“So you are having a Nik party? Are Nikki’s allowed to join in too?

The three Nic’s looked at each other and unanimously decided to make a small exception to their unintentional name game.

“Great! I’m feeling a tad overdressed so let me get out of these clothes,” said Nikki.

“Let me help you with that,” said the hostess.

“Let me open a bottle of wine to celebrate,” said Nick jumping up, “I know I left the bottle around here somewhere.”

“What are we celebrating?” asked Nic.

“One hell of a Nickfest!”

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