http://www.jopoppub.com Sun, 07 Sep 2008 09:03:41 +0000 http://wordpress.org/?v=2.2 en http://www.jopoppub.com/2008/09/07/my-boss/ http://www.jopoppub.com/2008/09/07/my-boss/#comments Sun, 07 Sep 2008 09:03:41 +0000 admin http://www.jopoppub.com/2008/09/07/my-boss/ I stepped out of my car early on a Friday morning and stood looking around the parking lot, watching the other employees of Smith Inc. winding their way towards the boring gray building. Today was “The Day”. I was going to put all of my effort into seducing my boss, Mr. Olson. I’d been his secretary for almost 2 years and we still called each other Mr. Olson and Miss Bennett. I knew that the other employees called us ‘The Stiff and the Slut’. And I probably was a slut. Beautiful, with long red hair and green eyes, perfect skin, huge breasts… And I dressed to accentuate my features, not to hide them. And I loved sex. I wasn’t a nympho, I wasn’t addicted or neurotic. I just loved the feel of a big cock in my cunt, in my mouth, in my ass, between my breasts, in my hand… Occasionally one of the cattier women at work, jealous of my good looks, would make a comment about how they couldn’t understand why Mr. Olson didn’t fire me or transfer me or something. How could a cold fish like that tolerate an almost indecently clad woman running around his office? Actually, I wasn’t that indecently clad. It was a business after all and I didn’t want to get fired. But the typical short skirt suits just looked more revealing on my curvaceous hips and large breasts than on less shapely women. And I just had an attitude of sexuality about me that I certainly was not going to hide.
And Mr. Olson was a cold fish. Dressed in conservative business suits, always the same neat trim boring hair cut, well-modulated voice, stiff controlled movements, he was the epitome of business, control, repression. It wouldn’t have surprised anyone if someone had said that Mr. Olson hadn’t had a single thought about sex in the past ten years. In fact some people even thought he was gay, how else could a man not show some kind of response to Paige Bennet? I knew that Mr. Olson wasn’t gay. I’d met his girlfriend. (I know that isn’t exactly evidence of not being gay) She was thoroughly drab. Thin, no breasts or hips, mousy hair, shy - a librarian! I couldn’t picture the two of them kissing, let alone enjoying a passionate fuck.
So what in the world was I doing being attracted to Mr. Olson? He certainly wasn’t my type. Every other man that I had fucked had been more the hunky beefy type, a great fun date and a great lay. And let’s face it, I wasn’t just attracted to Mr. Olson, by that time I was practically obsessed. He was a challenge. He was totally different from every other man, I found his lack a sexuality totally sexy, I knew that he had to have a volcano of desire hidden somewhere within him, I wanted to break through the veneer that hid his sexuality and fuck him with every thing that I had in me.
And today I was going after him, no holds barred. All week long we had been doing this inventory/evaluation of all of our files for the past 3 years. We’d been working together in his office all week and each day my clothes got more and more revealing. And I was getting hotter and hotter! I’d had to excuse myself to the ladies room and finger fuck myself several times that week. I stepped into the ladies room near my reception area now as I went in to work. I was wearing a white shirt that was very businesslike, buttoned up to the collar, long sleeves…but is was very thin. It was easy to see the white bra that I wore beneath it, the bra was cut so low that it barely covered my nipples, in fact if you looked closely you could see a bit of my nipple sticking out of the top of each cup. I was wearing a light blue blazer over the shirt of course, no sense starting a riot as I walked to the office. I was planning on taking the blazer off as soon as I entered Mr. Olson’s office.
I also had one more trick up my sleeve. I grabbed the waist of my light blue skirt and pulled it up so that it just hid the tops of my stockings. With each step I would be revealing a little skin and the beginnings of my garters. I also wasn’t wearing any panties. I turned around and bent over in front of the mirror, the majority of my ass was revealed and from the right angle is was easy to get a glimpse of my shaved pussy lips. Perfect.
I dropped my things off at my desk and entered Mr. Olson’s office. He always got to work early and he was already bent over his desk looking through files. He barely glanced up to give me a polite “good morning, Miss Bennett.” I took off my blazer, hung it over a chair, and announced in a cheerful voice that I was “ready to get all this work done today, even if I have to stay late.” This caused Mr. Olson to look up with an approving, oh-what-a-good-secretary-I-have smile. I was smiling at him innocently, watching his eyes as they slid over my body. I have to admit that Mr. Olson wasn’t exactly oblivious to the way that I looked on any given day, it’s just that it never seemed to have any effect on him. Today his eyes lingered for a few seconds on my breasts and I felt a fluttering of hope start in my bare pussy. He thanked me for my good attitude, like a good boss, and we started working.
There were two extra tables set up in Mr. Olson’s office on either side of his room. One held boxes of files and I was working at the other table. I took every possible excuse to walk back and forth between the tables, walking with a bounce in my step that would make my skirt swish back and forth and reveal more skin and make my large breasts jiggle. I also took every opportunity to lean over Mr. Olson’s desk (from the front, I didn’t want to reveal my backside too soon) and put my breasts into his view. He was certainly looking at my breasts more often today than ever before and I was almost cursing myself for not wearing a shirt that would reveal more of my bare breasts. But knowing Mr. Olson that tactic wouldn’t have worked. I comforted myself with the fact that he was paying attention to my breasts.
Awhile later I moved into phase two. I surreptitiously pulled aside one of my bra cups and allowed a delicious pink nipple to pop free. There was no need for me to tweak my nipple, it was already standing at attention, pushing against the thin fabric of my shirt. I walked over to Mr. Olson’s desk and leaned towards him, asking him a question about a file. I looked at him innocently, awaiting his decision about the file (I’d kept this file back on purpose because I knew that we would have to discuss its contents more than the others). He noticed my hard nipple almost immediately. He looked away and was silent for a few seconds, then he turned back to me and began discussing the file. His eyes went again and again to my nipple. It was turning me on so much! My nipple was aching, begging for his attention. It was all that I could do to calmly discuss the file with him, to pretend like I didn’t notice my bare nipple, didn’t notice his attention, to pretend like I was breathing normally! We finished discussing the file and I went back to my table to take care of it. Every time I went to his desk with a question his eyes were glued to my nipple, and when I walked back and forth between the tables his eyes followed me.
I was getting very excited and aroused. I knew that I should go to the ladies room and take care of myself but I didn’t want anything to decrease the powerful, overwhelming feelings that were coursing through my body and centering on my pussy and nipples. I also didn’t want to leave Mr. Olson’s sight for a moment. My agitation finally paid off in a big way. I was carrying a box of files from the file table to my desk when it slipped out of my shaky hands. (I didn’t plan this, only an idiot would purposefully drop a box of files!) The box fell and I bent over it in panic, not even thinking about the fact that I was baring my ass to Mr. Olson. I was just worried about the files since it would be hell to put them all back together. I was completely caught up in the moment, saying things like “oh my god!” and “how could I have done this?” The files were well packed and it didn’t take me long to get over my panicked reaction and notice that only about 40 files had spilled out onto the floor, it wouldn’t be impossible to reorganize them. As soon as I calmed down I realized that Mr. Olson had been silent, he hadn’t jumped up to help me like he would normally have done. At the same time I felt the sensation of air on my exposed ass. I almost straightened up immediately to cover myself, but luckily I was able to control myself and remain bent over. I didn’t want Mr. Olson to know that I realized that I was baring myself to him. When I heard Mr. Olson getting out of his chair I stood up and turned to him with real remorse on my face and in my voice. “Oh, Mr. Olson, I’m so sorry!” I cried.
“That’s all right, Miss Bennet, I know that it was an accident,” Mr. Olson said. His voice was strained, hell, he was obviously strained. The sight of my bare ass had really jarred him. I could also tell that he was conscious of the fact that he was visibly upset. I acted like I thought he was angry.
“No, Mr. Olson, I can tell that you’re angry. I really am very sorry. It won’t happen again. I’ll clean it up right away,” I said quickly, trying to sound as if I was afraid of his supposed anger.
“No, Miss Bennet, really, I’m not angry. It was just a shock seeing… seeing that box fall down. I’ll help you clean these files up,” he said reassuringly.
“Thank you, Mr. Olson. But really, I dropped them, I should clean them up myself,” I protested. I was thinking that I could spend a lot of time on my hands and knees, giving him a lovely erotic view as he sat at his desk. But he wasn’t buying it.
“No, I’ll help you. We’ll get done faster and then we can get back to work.” He knelt down and began sifting through the papers that had slid out of the fallen files.
I went down on the floor near him. I sat on my folded knees, my ass resting against the heels of my feet, that way whenever I needed to stretch to reach for more of the scattered papers I could just raise up on my hands and knees and reach for them. My ass and pussy were right in front of Mr. Olson, giving him the best possible view. My pussy had been wet but now it was mass-producing juices. I could smell them and feel them coating my thighs. I knew that Mr. Olson had to be able to see that my pussy was glistening with wetness and he had to be able to smell the pungent odor of my arousal. I behaved as if I was completely unaware. Unaware of my bare ass and pussy waving in front of Mr. Olson’s face every few minutes, unaware of my own sticky wetness, unaware of the fact that Mr. Olson was so upset that his hands were shaking as he sorted papers. I chatted calmly and absentmindedly, efficiently sorting papers on the soft blue carpet. I don’t know how he did it but Mr. Olson restrained himself. He never once tried to touch me as I innocently (as far as he was concerned) exposed myself to him on the carpet. We finished putting the files back together and we both went back to our work. But after this encounter Mr. Olson’s mind was less on his work than ever before. And I took a few more opportunities to bend over and expose myself to him.
I knew that Mr. Olson always brought his lunch to work, and so I had brought mine too. When it was time for lunch I asked him if he would mind if I joined him. I said that I didn’t want to get out of the office and lose my “focus on work”. Mr. Olson agreed, but I could tell that he was waging a battle within himself. It was killing him to have me there in front of him but he didn’t want to make me go away either. I made a quick trip to the ladies room and cleaned up my pussy (it was really getting messy and uncomfortable!). I was careful not to do anything to ease my arousal. I was also glad that our offices are at the end of a hall and that the bathroom is right next to it. I didn’t run much risk of anyone seeing me in a state that was nothing short of erotic. I grabbed my lunch, went back into Mr. Olson’s office and pulled my chair up to the front of his desk. I’d wanted to expose my other nipple, but I knew that would really be over the top. I just loved the feel of Mr. Olson’s eyes on me. It was the first time that it had ever happened in two years and I was eating it up. I sat across from him, eating my lunch and chatting, knowing that his eyes were now devouring my hair, facial features, and the nipple that was still poking at him invitingly.
We finished lunch and went back to work. Something seemed to change in Mr. Olson. He became calmer and was paying more attention to his work. I was so disappointed. I had had such hope and now it seemed like it was all going to come to nothing. I still continued my efforts, but I felt they were becoming more and more useless. Mr. Olson watched me but with less interest and agitation. Around mid afternoon I put a file down on my table and bent over it to make some notations. I had of course purposefully bent over, exposing my ass to Mr. Olson but I was soon involved in my note making, forgetting all about my arousing position.
Suddenly I felt hands on my hips. I gasped in shock, in pleasure, I was finally going to get what I had wanted for so long. Mr. Olson pulled my ass back towards him and ground himself against it. I could feel the hard length of his cock against my ass and my sticky juices were rubbing off on the front of his charcoal gray trousers. It felt so good, I was letting out little sighs and moans and pressing myself back against his hard body. His hands went to my ass and he cupped and caressed my cheeks, pulling them apart to widen the crack of my ass and rubbing his penis into it. I heard the sound of his zipper being pulled down and I cried out in anticipation. I tried to put my hand behind me to feel his cock but he grabbed it and put it back down on the table which I was still bent over. I felt the hot head of his cock, dripping with precum, begin to trace over the cheeks of my ass. I moaned, closing my eyes and picturing what it must look like. I spread my legs, opening my thighs and he rubbed the head of his cock up and down over my slit. I waited breathlessly and then I felt the head of his cock part my soaking wet lips and burrow up until it reached my clit. I gasped and cried out in pleasure, pushing my clit against his hard cock. He rubbed his cock in circles around my clit, I had been aroused for so long that I almost ready to have an orgasm just from those few strokes. I wanted him so badly, I’d never been so turned on.
“Please,” I started to plead. “Please fuck me. Please, please, please, fuck me, fuck me….” His cock moved away from my clit and plunged into my hot wet hole. I gasped in shock. He was huge. I’d never felt a cock so large inside of me. He rammed himself in all the way and stayed there. His hands reached around me and began to unbutton my blouse. He removed it and my bra and began to play with my breasts, cupping and squeezing, pinching and pulling my nipples. His long thick cock was still buried deep inside my pussy and my pussy was going crazy. He continued to play with my titties, showing no signs of fucking my pussy no matter how much I pleaded. Finally, I moved myself a couple of inches forward until my clit was pressed against the edge of the table. I ground my clit against the hard wood and my pussy exploded immediately into an orgasm, clamping down and squeezing the huge cock inside of me. I didn’t stop, I continued to grind my clit on the table until I had another orgasm. With that huge hot cock inside of me and Mr. Olson’s hands working my breasts it didn’t take long. Finally, he put his hands on me hips and began to move within me. I cried out, “Oh thank you!” My legs were useless shaking jelly beneath me. Mr. Olson held my hips down to the table, pressing my clit against the wood that was now wet and sticky with my juice. Every time he rammed his cock into me my clit ground against the table. My pussy was tingling, vibrating, his every small move was ecstasy. I was moaning and crying out, begging him not to stop. Another orgasm came over me so quickly that I was completely unprepared for it. It was tremendous, rocking my entire body and leaving me lying limp on the table as Mr. Olson continued to pound my pussy with his huge cock.
When I finally regained my senses I knew that I had to have that big cock in my mouth. I started struggling beneath him until he released me. I turned around and looked at my boss. He was a new Mr. Olson. My Mr. Olson. It was the same charcoal covered suit that I had seen him in dozens of times, but the trousers were undone revealing a huge pulsing cock surrounded by fabric soaked with my cum. His cock was so huge, even though I had felt it in me I was still shocked to see it. It had to be over ten inches, I’d never seen one so big except in a porno. I looked from the cock up to Mr. Olson’s face, flushed and in the throes of passion he was a new man. A real man. He was looking at me intently, waiting to see what I was going to do. I knelt down in front of him and started slowly licking my cum off of his cock and balls. He moaned and ran his fingers into my thick red hair, holding my head near his cock. I stuck out my tongue and traced a circle around the head of his cock, poking my tongue into his slit and tasting him. The head of his cock was so big! I took the head into my mouth and began gently tonguing and sucking on it. I wanted to go slowly. I loved the feel of any cock in my mouth, on my tongue, between my lips, filling me, but this cock was extra special. I slowly took more and more of his cock into my mouth, exploring and tasting it with my tongue as it entered me. I pulled Mr. Olson’s trousers down to completely expose his ass and started caressing his firm cheeks. When I had taken all of his cock into my mouth that I possibly could I wrapped my hand around the rest of it, well I shouldn’t say around since I couldn’t actually put my hand all the way around his thickness. I began fucking his cock with my mouth, sucking for all that I was worth and pumping the base of his cock with my hand. The fingers of my other hand slid in between his ass cheeks and I started rimming his ass hole. He was grunting and moaning above me, holding my head and pushing his cock into my eager mouth. He let out a long deep moan and I prepared to receive his cum. His cock started spurting his delicious seed into my mouth and I swallowed all that I could. Some of it dribbled out of my mouth and when he pulled his limp cock from my mouth I licked his cock clean and used my fingers to get as much of his cum as I could into my mouth. He knelt down in front of me, took me in his arms and started kissing me, sucking at my cum soaked tongue. I melted against him.
Needless to say we didn’t get our work done that day. We had to come into the office on both Saturday and Sunday to meet the Monday deadline. We’ve been married for 8 years now and have 3 kids. Even though I have to be respectable now that I’m a mother ;), I still like to wear short skirts with no panties and call my husband Mr. Olson.

]]> http://www.jopoppub.com/2008/09/07/my-boss/feed/ http://www.jopoppub.com/2008/09/07/the-first-time/ http://www.jopoppub.com/2008/09/07/the-first-time/#comments Sun, 07 Sep 2008 05:03:53 +0000 admin http://www.jopoppub.com/2008/09/07/the-first-time/ It was perhaps one of the most exciting weekends of my life. Angela and I had only been dating a short while, when we decided to go for the weekend to the beach with a couple of friends. Money was tight, so we shared a hotel room. Already, the sexual tension was so thick; you could cut it with a knife.
When we got to the room, our friends decided to go ‘take a shower’, to freshen up from the drive. Angela and I found ourselves alone in a room with a bed for the first time ever. It was a matter of no time before I had her clothes removed.. and laid her back on the bed. Taking a moment to let my eyes drink in the beauty of this woman I would come to love, I then slid into the bed beside her. My lips found hers as my right hand gently ran over her body. There was so much I wanted to do, and so little time. From passionate kisses with our mouths entwined, my mouth found my way down to her neck. Gentle kisses and nibbles brought soft moans of passion, even as my hand traced a lazy path around her breasts, lightly teasing her nipple, then moving down to her belly.
My mouth seemed to have a mind of it’s own and my tongue traced across her throat, to the hollow there. Her back arching from my featherlike touches on her belly and sides. I let my tongue roam slowly downward, trailing along her breasts, circling her nipples without actually touching them. Then I reveled in her gasp as suddenly I suckled first one then the other into my mouth, nibbling and flicking my tongue across each.
Knowing our time was limited, I reluctantly left her beautiful breasts, and continued downward to where my fingers were already roaming. I paused only briefly at her belly button to tickle it with my tongue. As I ran my tongue slowly through my lover’s pubes, pausing to catch them in my teeth and tug on them lightly.
As if suddenly coming out of a daze, she whispered, “You mean you WANT to do that? Oh my Go….” Her comment was cut off as I let my actions speak for themselves; I parted her thighs and slid between them. Running my tongue lightly over her already wet slit. Ignoring her clitoris for the moment, I let my tongue work between her lips, spreading them with long motions. Only when her flower was fully receptive of my attention did my tongue move upward to her clit. Long broad strokes of the tongue brought moans of desire from Angela. Then, suckling her clit into my mouth, I let my tongue dance in varying patterns over it. As her moisture increased, I allowed my fingers back into play. Slipping first the middle, then the ring finger in, I curved them upward slightly, stroking in and out in a steady motion. I could feel her pussy gripping my fingers hungrily as I released her clit and began a steady, but ever so slightly altering flicking of my tongue across her clit. Matching the thrust of my fingers, I continued, looking up at her arching body as the first waves of orgasmic bliss slowly crept upon her.
One of her hands found it’s way to my head, entwining mindlessly through my hair, alternating massaging and tugging at my hair as her hips thrust in time to me. The other had grabbed a pillow to pull over her head to muffle the sounds she was making. As her body slowly came out of it’s arch, I eased my fingers out of her slowly.. giving her soaked pussy one more kiss, before moving up next to her to hold her.
We both had to laugh when we realized there was a pronounced repeated rattling at the bathroom door. Apparently, our friends had finished their shower some time before, and were trying to politely tell us to hurry the hell up.
After an embarrassing moment, and scurrying to get her dressed, the four of us set out to explore the hotel. I could go on and on about how beautiful it was. How much fun the salt-water hot tub was. (A mini-story within itself) But what this led to was much more interesting.
After a long day playing in the sun, both on the beach, and at the pool. We all decided it was time to crash. I fell asleep with Angela tucked up close to me. Sometime after midnight, a severe thunderstorm woke me, to find her trembling in my arms. Holding her close I spoke softly, trying to reassure her. Tears were in her eyes and she told me how embarrassed she was being so scared of a storm. I guess she was expecting me to laugh at her. But my response was to kiss her gently and tell her it was okay.
The one kiss led to another, as the storm raged on outside. Fear fell way to passion, as we let our hands roam each other’s body in the kisses. A moment of listening to our friends’ steady breathing reassured us they were deep in sleep. So, onward we proceeded. Neither of us was wearing much. She a pair of baggy sweats and a T-shirt, myself, just a pair of shorts. In a flash we stripped each other, this time, desire lending speed to our actions.
Once we both were naked, our hands roamed even more as I began kissing her neck and shoulders. Soft moans of lust came from her mouth and mine, as my hand slid down across her belly to the patch of soft hair covering her mound. Spreading her thighs as my fingers lightly moved across, she allowed me full access. Finding her already soaked with excitement, I paused to check the breathing of our friends again. Apparently the alcohol we had imbibed during the day had a greater effect on them, as they were still sleeping.
Wasting no time, I shifted, sliding between her thighs. Nervous now, knowing that we could wake our friends with too much noise, I paused just short of entering her. She wrapped her legs around me, to urge me on, thinking I was teasing her. It was too much to resist; slowly I sank the length of my cock into her. Pushing gently, until my balls were against her, then pushing a little more. Fully inside her, I heard her give a slight gasp. I let her adjust, before beginning a steady rhythmic motion. Pulling nearly out of her, then thrusting back in.
Stifling a moan I reveled in the tightness of her pussy, even as I heard a soft moan escape her lips. Moving at a steadily increasing pace, I leaned down and kissed her again, hoping our kisses would cover what noises we could not hold back. Even as the storm raged outside with lightning illuminating the sky, We made love with the same electric desire. The deep rumbling of the thunder merely set a tone for the music of our passions. And the pouring rain was the background for the symphony we created.
As the storm played out itself in a fierce display, so did our lovemaking. I do not know how much time passed before finally we succumbed, or how many orgasms passed through her before I erupted inside her. But I know we lay there in utter exhaustion. Worn out from the vigorous encounter.. we lay there wrapped in each other, blissful.
Right up until the time my buddy piped up.. “Finally, you two are finished.” Apparently, we were not quite as quiet as we thought. Laughing, still enclosed in the dark, we slid back into our bedclothes. From the sounds, my buddy went back to sleep, and his girlfriend slumbered on. Blissfully unaware of what had occurred. Angela and I fell back to sleep, very relaxed, and quite possibly the last time she was scared during a storm.
Please be gentle, as it has been some time since I have written.

]]> http://www.jopoppub.com/2008/09/07/the-first-time/feed/ http://www.jopoppub.com/2008/09/06/husbands-anal-adventure-ch-15/ http://www.jopoppub.com/2008/09/06/husbands-anal-adventure-ch-15/#comments Sat, 06 Sep 2008 21:03:38 +0000 admin http://www.jopoppub.com/2008/09/06/husbands-anal-adventure-ch-15/ Well, it’s been about two weeks since me and my wife has done anything real kinky. She come home after work and said that Dee Dee and her husband Sam was going to be coming over tonight. She told me that Dee Dee has been wanting to fuck me and that she has fantasies of me and her fucking and me eating my cum out of her pussy. I have seen Dee Dee before and she is a knock out real sexy. I told my wife I was looking forward to sucking Dee Dee’s pussy tonight.
She looked at me and said go get all the sex toys and put some of them in each bedroom she said things was going to be a little different tonight. I did as she told me and she said to go get a shower that they would be here in a couple hours. As I was in the shower she came into the bathroom and said, this is what’s going to happen tonight when Dee Dee and Sam get here. I want you to invite them in and take them to the bedrooms. I want you to put Dee Dee in one room and Sam in the other. Then I want you to tie Dee Dee’s hands and feet to the bedpost spread eagle. While you are doing this I will be tying Sam up in the other room. After they are tied up I want you to go into Sam’s room and suck his cock, don’t make him cum just keep sucking and stopping. Take his balls and tie them up so he can’t cum. I want you to suck and fuck him all you want, do anything you want to him.
In the mean while I am going to be in the other room with Dee Dee sucking and fucking her. I’m going to teach this slut how to cum and how to eat pussy. Also I want you to train Sam to suck your cock and taste your cum. I told my wife that if she keeps talking like this I am going to have to cum. She reached over and sucked the pre-cum out of my cock and said; you better train Sam right tonight or I am going to cut your balls off. Well the doorbell rang and I opened the door naked, as hell it was Dee Dee and Sam. Dee Dee looked down at my cock and said; it’s bigger than I thought it would be.
I said come this way folks I led them into the bedrooms and did everything I was told to do. When I was tying Dee Dee up she was telling me how she was going to fuck me and suck the cum out of my cock. I finger fucked her and tasted her pussy, I hope my wife doesn’t find out I did that. Anyhow her pussy tasted so good I also licked her asshole. She said her husband had never licked her asshole. I thought to my self when I am done with him tonight he will suck your asshole. When I walked out of the room she said where are you going? I said I am going to teach your husband how to please your ass and pussy.
I told her my wife would be in here in a moment and she would explain what’s going on. I left the room Dee Dee was in and went into the room where Sam was. I told Sam what I was going to do to him tonight and he said that he thought we were going to swap wives tonight. I said my wife has had a crush on your wife for a long time and that she wants to suck and fuck her and teach her how to eat pussy. Sam’s cock was real hard when I started talking but now it was dead all drawled up in the head of it. I took my cock out and started jacking off real close to his lips, at first he wouldn’t look at my cock, then I started rubbing it on his face and telling him he was about to suck his first cock he opened his mouth and started licking around the pee-slit. You could hear my wife and Dee Dee in the other room, it sounded like my wife was fucking her with a dildo. Dee Dee was enjoying what ever was going on. By this time Sam is sucking my cock and I am mouth fucking him good. I looked down and his cock was hard as a rock. I pulled my cock out of his mouth and started sucking his cock; he said I sucked better cock then Dee Dee.
I told him that if he would continue to do as I say I would teach him a lot of new sex tricks, as I sucked his cock down my throat and fingered at his asshole. I ask him if he ever had been fucked in the ass? He said his wife was drunk one night and played with his asshole but he has never been fucked. I pulled his balls out of my mouth and said you are going to get fucked right now. About that time I looked around and my wife and Dee Dee were in are room. My wife had Dee Dee a dog collar on and had a leash chained to it. She said Dee Dee wanted to watch her husband lose his virgin asshole.
Dee Dee looked over at my wife and said can I suck your husband’s cock? My wife said sure after he fucks your husband’s ass. I got up behind him and started sticking my cock in his ass a little at a time. Sam started pumping back on my cock and I knew right then that he loved my big cock up his ass and Dee Dee loved it to. Dee Dee come over to where I was fucking her husband and started putting her fingers in her husband’s ass with my cock in there too that felt good. My wife got up and went in front of Sam and bent over and stuck her asshole right in his face. I shoved my cock so far into Sam’s ass that he fell foreword and stuck his tongue up my wife’s asshole. I told him to keep licking her ass till she had enough. Dee Dee said I need to be fucked, I pulled my cock out of Sam’s ass and stuck it in Dee Dee’s cunt and it felt like velvet.
Her pussy was so tight it was milking my cock with force, I couldn’t stop I shot a big string cum deep in her cunt over and over, I just kept on fucking her I looked down at her cunt and we had whipped that cum up into a lather when I saw that I shot another powerful load of cum in her sweet pussy. She said she needed some more cock so we untied Sam and told him to fuck her to. Sam stuck his cock into her pussy and my wife got up behind Sam and fucked his ass with a strap-on dildo. We all started fucking and sucking one another. Before the night was over Sam ate the cum out of Dee Dee’s ass and pussy. Dee Dee also sucked the cum out of my asshole where Sam fucked me and also sucked the cum out of my wife’s ass and cunt. It was a very pleasant time and I look foreword to fucking Dee Dee and Sam again.
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To be continued…

]]> http://www.jopoppub.com/2008/09/06/husbands-anal-adventure-ch-15/feed/ http://www.jopoppub.com/2008/09/06/little-big-man/ http://www.jopoppub.com/2008/09/06/little-big-man/#comments Sat, 06 Sep 2008 17:03:44 +0000 admin http://www.jopoppub.com/2008/09/06/little-big-man/ He was five feet, three inches tall. He weighed a whopping 115 pounds. At eighteen years old, he was checking in to a new high school in the first month of the school year. His father was a fighter pilot in the Air Force. They moved a lot. They moved so much that his mother had her fill of it five years ago and divorced his dad.
He knew what it was like, checking in to a new school. He had done it many times before. It didn’t make him happy because he knew that once again his ass would be on the line. Kids are not particularly kind to people who are a little different and his diminutive size definitely made him different.
He shouldered his pack and reported to the registration desk. It took him half an hour to check in. It took another hour to sort out his class schedule. He asked to see the physical education instructor, but the instructor would not be available until the next day. A bell rang and classes changed. It was lunch time. “Well, I better get this over with,” he thought.
He made his way to the cafeteria. A big jock type kid yelled, “Hey boy the grade school is two blocks down.” He ignored the jibe and checked out the serving line. His selections were all very healthy, passing up the fried stuff and the junk food.
He took his tray to a table in the corner and sat down to eat. The big jock type strolled over to his table. “What is a shrimp like you doing in high school? You’re barely big enough to be out of kindergarten.”
“I gonna ask you one time to leave me alone. Don’t bother me. Go play with your friends.” He replied.
Not taking the hint, the jock started to grab his tray. The kid shifted his weight, grabbed the errant wrist and gave it a quick twist. The jock doubled over in pain. “I asked you nicely to leave me alone. I meant it. The next time, I’ll break it.”
John Taylor was small, but he was highly skilled. He had attended karate classes since he was five. At twelve, he was a black belt. At fifteen, he attained instructor status. Now, at eighteen, he was a dangerous weapon. He had learned from the best martial arts instructors on the planet. When he found out that he was too short to be a fighter pilot like his dad, he had concentrated on his martial arts skills to the exclusion of all else. Even though he was small, there were few men who could defeat him. If the truth were told, he could have kicked the shit out of the entire football team at one sitting.
The jock had tears in his eyes as he nursed his wrist. The pain was incredible. It wasn’t broken, but it would hurt like hell for several hours. He moved away from the table. “See ya later,” he threatened.
“Bad idea,” replied John.
A hush had fallen over the cafeteria. They had all been waiting to see what Curt would do to the new boy. They never expected him to be defeated so easily. They all stared at John as he ate his lunch.
The bell for fourth period rang and John trotted to calculus class. He liked calculus. It was simple, clean and followed never changing rules. He was a straight “A” student. School came easily to him. He liked it except the part where he had to shut off the bullies. He didn’t enjoy hurting people, but he would take crap from no one, man or boy.
The rest of the day went without incident. When the final bell rang, he shouldered his pack and started the two mile run home. He ran everywhere. He never walked outside. He had absolutely no fat on his small frame. Endless practice had made him quicker than a cat. When he spotted the bully waiting for him at the gate, he completely ignored him.
As he passed through the gate, the jock made a grab for his pack. He easily avoided it, turned and walked over to the jock. “What’s it gonna be? Which part of you do you want broken?”
“There isn’t any way a punk like you can hurt me in any way!”
John looked up at him. “Last chance,” he whispered.
The jock pulled his hands up to push John. John thumped him in a certain place on his breast bone. The jock collapsed, gasping for air. John left him there and returned to his run.
The next morning John ran to school. He went into the cafeteria and bought a carton of orange juice. A couple of coeds walked by him, whispering and giggling.
He trotted over to the attendance office. “May I please talk to the Phys Ed instructor,” he asked politely.
“He can see you right away. Go to the teacher’s lounge in this building. He’ll be there. His name is Mr. Givens.”
John found the teacher’s lounge and found Mr. Givens sitting by himself with a cup of coffee. He introduced himself. “What’s the problem son?”
“I don’t have a problem. I would like to enroll in any martial arts class you offer. I also want to be considered for the swimming team and the wrestling team.”
“Why don’t you come to my office in the gym right after school. We can discuss your physical prowess then.”
“Okay sir, I’ll be there.” He left the admin building and headed for his first class.
When the last bell rang, he headed for the gym. He strode into the instructor’s office. “Good afternoon sir,” he said.
“Okay kid, what’s on your mind?”
“I want to get into sports. I am a skilled karate instructor, a good boxer, good swimmer and great wrestler.”
“Aren’t you a little small to want to do all these things?”
“Actually sir I have already done all these things in the schools I attended before I got here.”
“I read about a kid named John Taylor who was a martial arts expert. Do you know who he is?”
“Yes sir, I do.”
“Do you know him?”
“Sir, I am him.”
“Do you have a free period? I would like to see what you’ve got before I make any rash decisions.”
“Third period is open for me.”
“Be here during third period tomorrow. Bring your gym shorts and a t-shirt.”
“Yes sir. Thank you sir.”
He ran home. The jock was nowhere in sight.
He couldn’t wait to get to school the next day. He enjoyed physical activity immensely and his body needed regular work outs. Third period came and he sprinted to the gym.
“Okay boy,” greeted the coach, “We’ll start with some exercises. How many pull ups can you do?”
“I never tried for a record. My usual workout is twenty with my left arm, then twenty with my right arm, then fifty with both.”
The coach blinked his eyes. “Show me.”
John jumped up and caught the bar. He effortlessly performed the exercise.
“What does your regular exercise consist of?”
“Well sir I usually do the pull ups, then a hundred pushups, some floor exercises and a rope climb, if I’ve got the rope. Then I do my karate regime. I run two miles to school and two miles back every day, rain or shine. That about does it. Oh, I almost forgot, I usually run ten miles on the weekends because I don’t get to run to school.”
“Please take off your shirt.”
John removed his shirt revealing a body that looked like it was chiseled out of granite.
“Okay, put it back on.”
“Do I get on the team sir? I really need the contact.”
“You could kill the football team.”
“That’s probably true sir, but I promise I won’t damage anyone permanently.”
The coach looked at him like he was a loaded machine gun. “I’ll find a place for you. Do you play football?”
“I never tried.”
“We’ll give you a tryout this afternoon after school.”
“All right!” John almost shouted.
The last bell rang and John headed for the practice field. Coach Givens was waiting for him. “How fast can you run forty yards?” he asked.
“I don’t know, I’ve never been timed.”
“Get on the mark and when I say go, run as fast as you can past that marker.”
John got into position.
“Go!” yelled the coach.
John disappeared down the track like he was on fire. The coach looked at his stopwatch in disbelief. The kid had just turned in a 4.4 in his first ever attempt. “He must be super man,” the coach muttered. “What a running back he could be if he’s tough enough.”
John turned around and ran back to the coach just as fast as he had run before. He stopped in front of the coach. “Well, how did I do?”
“You are faster than the best track man we’ve got. Do you want to play football for us? Some of our guys are really big and really strong.”
“Size and strength really mean almost nothing. What counts is skill and knowledge.” John stated.
“Be here after school tomorrow. We’ll get you padded up and suited up.”
“Okay coach.” John picked up his pack and trotted out of sight.
John reported to the football coach the next day after school. They didn’t have equipment small enough to fit him. “If you’ll just give me a helmet, I can play without pads.”
“No son, we can’t let you do that. If you got hurt, all our asses would be on the line. I’ll order the pads and the uniform. Meanwhile why don’t you do some wind sprints?”
So John started sprinting up and down the hundred yard track. He was still running tirelessly when the coach called him in. “Don’t you ever stop?”
“No sir, not unless you want me to.” He smiled.
“I want you to meet the team,” he said as he whistled them in. “This is John Taylor; He wants to be a football player. We should have some equipment for him in the next day or two. When he gets it, he’ll be practicing with you.”
“I can’t wait!” said a voice from the back. It was Curt Hoskins, the guy who had tried to rough him up. He was a defensive end.
He looked at Curt and smiled, “Me too.”
When John left the practice field he noticed several girls standing around, watching him and giggling. He shouldered his pack and quickly ran home.
“How are things going son?” his father asked.
“Not bad, I think they may let me join the football team.”
“That’s good. Try not to hurt anyone.”
“Aw, dad, you know I won’t,” he grinned.
The next day his pads arrived. As he suited up, Curt came by and said, “Now you’re gonna get yours.”
“I’ll try not to hurt you,” John replied.
They all charged out of the locker room and onto the practice field. The coach blew his whistle. “Twenty minutes calisthenics.” He roared. His assistants started the exercises, leading the students through a series of push ups, running in place and all the things football players do when they’re learning the game. By the time they were finished, many of the players were huffing and puffing on the ground. John hadn’t even broken a sweat. He knew he would have to work extra hard at home to keep from getting fat on the gridiron.
The coach called them in and told them it was time to scrimmage. John was unfamiliar with the term. “While they start, I’ll show you what I want,” the coach said.
While the team was practicing, the coach explained to John the basic moves he wanted to see.
John trotted to the huddle and replaced their number one running back. The play they were going to run would give him the ball and he would run around the end that Curt was guarding. The ball was snapped and the quarterback handed him the ball. He shot down the line like a rocket. Curt was waiting for him. As Curt made a dive at his knees, John jumped high in the air. Curt came down with an armload of nothing as John streaked toward the goal. He had a step on the linebacker, but it was more than enough as he easily outran him.
The coach and his assistants couldn’t believe what they just saw. Curt was an all state defensive end, yet he had been easily defeated by a very small back. “Christ, what’s he gonna be like when he learns the game?” the coach asked. “Same time tomorrow.” He yelled.
John ran into the locker room and quickly stripped putting his new equipment neatly in his locker. Then he got in the shower. Curt came into the shower room, stared at John and did a quick double take. John was a small ball of muscle. He could see no fat anywhere. He also sported an eight inch cock. Curt started to talk to him, but he was dried and running out the door before a word could be said.
“He wasn’t running from you. He runs everywhere,” said the coach.
“I wasn’t going to hassle him. I wanted to talk to him. I’m big, but I’m not stupid. Did you see that body? He is a solid piece of muscle and sinew.”
“You have made a wise choice Curt. He is also a karate instructor. I’ve read about him in fitness magazines. His whole life is diet, exercise and karate. There is no doubt in my mind he could take on the entire team by himself and win. He once defeated five ninjas in a tournament in Japan. Friendly is the way to go. Tell all your team mates. I don’t want any of them killed.”
As he ran past the gate, he noticed the same group of girls twittering away and smiling at him. He wasn’t gay, but he didn’t have time for girls. They were too complicated and emotional. He smiled back and ran toward home.
As time marched on, he became more proficient at the game of football. He was on the swim team. He was going to join the wrestling team following football season. He had thought he might try basketball, but when he got to them gym, he realized that would not be good. The shortest guy on the basketball team was a little over a foot taller than him. Oh well.
One day in the cafeteria while sitting at his table in the corner, two of the girls who had been following him around came over and asked if they could sit with him. “Sure, no problem,” he said. He wasn’t used to talking to girls and he didn’t know what to say. “What are your names?” he asked.
“I’m Cheryl and this is Sharon. Why are you always alone?”
“I don’t know. I guess nobody wants to talk to me.”
“Maybe they’re afraid of you.”
“Why would they be? I’m just a small guy. I don’t bite!”
The girls giggled. “We saw what you did to Curt on your first day here. Nobody has ever done that to him.”
“I don’t want to hurt anyone. I just don’t take a load of crap from anybody.”
“Can we walk home with you today?”
“I never walk. I run everywhere.”
“Why?”
“It helps keep me fit. Sorry.”
“Well, could we visit you on a weekend?”
“Okay, but you’ll have to call first. I am usually involved.”
“How about this weekend?’
“Sure, just call me first.” He wrote his number on a pad and handed it to them.
The bell rang for the next class and he sprinted out of the cafeteria. “This could be trouble,” he thought as he neared the class room.
He scored three touchdowns in the Friday night varsity game. His team won by eleven points. He was relaxing before his Saturday morning exercise session when the phone rang. It was Cheryl. “Can we come over now?” she asked.
“Okay, but you’ll have to watch while I finish my exercise routine. I don’t let anything interfere with that.”
“Okay, we’ll be right over.”
When the girls got there he was stripped to the waist, barefoot and wearing gym shorts. He answered the door. “Come on in.”
The girls stared at his chiseled form and followed him into his home gym. They watched as he performed some really difficult exercises. “Excuse me for a minute,” he said. “I have to get into my karate uniform.”
When he returned he was clad in a well worn karate outfit. He started a truly beautiful routine. It looked incredibly difficult. He produced a sword, seemingly out of midair and went through what appeared to be an extremely dangerous routine. The sword disappeared and he walked rapidly around the room on his hands, flipped up to his feet and announced, “Shows over. Why don’t you wait for me in the living room? I’m all sweaty and I have to take a quick shower.”
“Okay,” they sighed.
As he departed, the girls giggled among themselves. “I think we should go spy on him,” said Cheryl. “I heard he has an enormous cock.”
“Well, since we’re both eighteen, we wouldn’t be breaking any laws. What if he got angry with us? Did you see all that stuff he was doing? Did you notice his body? I think we should wait for a more opportune time,” Sharon replied.
“I think you’re just a big ‘fraidy cat, but you could be right about the angry thing. It’s best not to provoke him. Shhh, here he comes.”
He was wearing a dress shirt and a pair of slacks. They ensemble looked expensive.
“What are those slacks made of?” Sharon asked.
“They’re Thai silk. I got them in Bangkok, same as the shirt. Do you like it?”
“Oh yeah, I’ve never seen a silk shirt, Can I touch it?”
“Okay.”
Sharon sat down next to him on the couch. She tentatively reached out her hand and felt the smooth silk. “Ooo, it’s so smooth. Was it expensive/”
“No I won it in a tournament.”
“So all those rumors are true. You really are a martial arts expert?”
“Guilty as charged. But I never hurt people unless they are trying to hurt me. Do you girls want some lunch?”
“Please,” answered Cheryl.
“How do you feel about sushi? It is really healthy and it tastes good.”
“Okay, I’ve never had it before, but we’ll try it, won’t we Cheryl?”
“Great! Let’s go down to the sushi joint and chow down.”
“We can’t run to the sushi joint at lunch time,” said Sharon.
“I know, it’s twelve miles away and you two would never make it. We’ll take my car.”
“You have a car and you run everywhere?”
“Well, not everywhere. Follow me.”
They followed him to the garage. Inside was a brand new yellow Firebird.
“That must have cost you a fortune,” Sharon exclaimed.
“No, I won it in a contest. Get in.”
He drove slowly to the sushi joint. They went inside. “Ah, Mr. Taylor, would you like a table for three?”
“Yes, please Ishi, and let the girls look at your selections, please.”
“Of course, Mr. Taylor. Please follow me,” he said to the girls.
The girls followed him into the sushi preparation area. Fish was everywhere, but it didn’t smell fishy. It smelled fresh. They watched, fascinated, while the sushi chef prepared several selections for the patrons.
“What did you think?” John asked as they returned to the table.
“They didn’t cook anything. It was all raw!”
“That’s what sushi is. It is prepared on usually served on a small roll of rice with condiments. I really think you should give it a try.”
“Okay, we’ll try it but if we don’t like it, can we go to McDonalds?” Cheryl begged.
“I’ll take you to the poison palace if you just can’t stand the sushi. Give us a large combination platter,” he said to the waiter. “And bring us some herb tea.”
The girls were surprised at how good the meal was. Micky D’s was definitely out.
“Where do you want to go now?” he asked. “I don’t run until four o’clock.”
“Run, why are you going to run? I thought exercise was over.”
“I run ten miles every day on the weekend because I don’t get to run to school. I can’t let that fat start.”
“Let’s drive out to the lake,” Sharon suggested.
“Okay,” agreed Cheryl.
John drove toward the lake. He was a very good driver, not like a teenager at all. The girls were glad that he didn’t try that juvenile ’scare ‘em’ stuff.
Never one to let an opportunity pass, Cheryl said, “Maybe we can go skinny dipping.”
This yielded a sharp look from Sharon. “You go skinny dip. I’m staying dry.”
“We’ll come back sometime when we have swim suits,” laughed John. “By the way, Cheryl, you seem to be anxious to get me nude. Is there a reason for that?”
“Well, we’ve heard rumors that you are not as small as you look.”
“What do you mean?”
“Cheryl wants to look at your thingy,” replied Sharon.
“Do you want to see it too?” John asked incredulously.
“No, I’ll go somewhere if you want to show it to her. I’m not ready for that with you yet.”
“You don’t have to go anywhere. I’m not waving my wick around for Cheryl,”
Cheryl was pouting. “I’m gonna take a little walk,” she said as she got out of the car. “Are you coming Sharon?”
“No I’ll just stay here and talk to John.”
Cheryl stalked angrily away from the car and was soon out of sight over a small hill.
“Your friend is too fast for my taste,” John said.
“She is a little bold. She told me she was gonna try to get you to fuck her.”
“Ain’t gonna happen. I would have to know someone very well before I’d even consider it,” replied John. “Would you like to go to a movie tonight?”

]]> http://www.jopoppub.com/2008/09/06/little-big-man/feed/ http://www.jopoppub.com/2008/09/05/unexpected-pleasures/ http://www.jopoppub.com/2008/09/05/unexpected-pleasures/#comments Fri, 05 Sep 2008 21:03:35 +0000 admin http://www.jopoppub.com/2008/09/05/unexpected-pleasures/ Patricia lay in the darkness staring up at the small patch of light on the ceiling. She had been trying to sleep for some time now, but sleep just wouldn’t come to her. She was frustrated, tired and above all, horny as hell. Why couldn’t he understand? It seemed so simple to her, but he just didn’t seem to get it.
The day had started out well enough. For the first time in months, they had the house to themselves. The kids were off visiting their grandmother and she had been looking forward to some quiet time alone at home with Michael. She had awakened to the smell of coffee, hot and fresh, by her bedside. The rich aroma, and luxurious feeling of peace, had made her feel so relaxed and comfortable.
She was in such a good mood that she even thought of offering him a quick roll in the sheets. He had been so sweet, bringing her coffee and all. But their love life had been so predictable lately and she just really didn’t feel in the mood for the same old routine. A quick flush of guilt washed over her as she thought how long it had been, but she shoved it aside and jumped into the shower. Today would be their day! A quiet day at home, and a chance to finally relax.
It seemed that things started going wrong almost immediately. There was the call from his office and a quick trip to fix the “little problem”, which turned out to be a three-hour disaster. By the time he got home, it was almost lunchtime, and to make matters worse, he brought Brian home with him.
Brian was an intern from Michael’s office and a friend. He had been to the house several times, had dinner with them, and was a pretty nice guy. In fact, Patricia thought, he was really quite attractive. He was tall, muscular, and had an erotic air about him that made her sometimes shiver with suppressed excitement. But DAMNIT, this was supposed to be their day, and here he was, hanging out by the pool and generally interrupting her plan for a quiet day.
She tried to be polite and she fixed an elaborate lunch for them. After lunch, she thought, “he will leave and we can FINALLY relax”. Unfortunately, that was NOT the way things turned out. Michael invited him to take a dip in the pool, and of course he accepted. They spent the entire afternoon swimming and talking and drinking beer.
Patricia swam with them for a while. She really wished he would leave, but at the same time, she was really enjoying discretely watching Brian. His well-defined muscles and smooth black skin glistened in the sun. Several times she caught herself thinking about how it would feel to touch him, to feel his hard body next to hers, but she stifled those thoughts also. After all, she was a married woman in her forties, and he was only twenty-three. But she couldn’t deny that she felt a bit of a twinge every time she looked at him. When he climbed out of the pool and his wet trunks clung to him like that, she couldn’t resist staring. But DAMNIT, he was interrupting her day.
Brian spent the entire day with them, and had dinner with them. Then, as the ultimate insult, Michael said that he had obviously had too much to drink and would have to stay the night. Brian protested, but Michael would not hear it. “Can’t have a friend of mine drink and drive, it just wouldn’t be right” Michael said.
So, she tried to make the best of it. She made up a bed for him on the couch and they told him goodnight. Michael immediately fell asleep as soon as they got into the bed. And now, here she was, frustrated and praying for sleep that seemed to elude her completely. All she could think about was how her entire day was ruined because Michael just didn’t understand her need for quiet time. Still, the day wasn’t a total loss. She had enjoyed watching Brian, and after four or five beers, he had been quite flirtatious with her. It made her feel excited and rather mixed up all at the same time. She felt sure that he really had no interest in her. She was old enough to be his mother. But it had given her some rather interesting thoughts.
Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, she dozed off. Her mind still full of her irritation (and images of water droplets sliding down smooth black skin).
She slept fitfully for several hours, and then drifted into a dream of warm bodies, soft touches and male voices whispering her name. She could feel soft kisses on her neck and breasts. Hands seemed to be touching her everywhere. She drifted through the dream, luxuriating in the warm sensuous feelings.
Slowly, she began to realize that she was not dreaming. She lay very still for a moment trying to understand what was happening. She could feel Michael there beside her, his hands moving across her skin with that soft touch of his. His lips kissing the small of her neck. But how was it that he was also touching her “down there”. How was he kissing her neck and her breasts at the same time?
Suddenly, she was fully awake. Michael was there, kissing her and touching her, and Brian was in the bed behind her. She could feel his hands moving across her naked flesh and his cock, hard and (OH MY GOD) huge, presses against her ass. As he touched her, she could feel the tip of it sliding between her cheeks. Gentle, but insistent.
She had a fleeting thought of screaming and being outraged, but this felt so good. It had been so long since she had experienced any real excitement and this was definitely exciting. Not completely sure whether she was awake or still dreaming, she decided to just relax and see how things went. She could always be outraged later.
The feeling was indescribable. She had occasionally fantasized about having 2 men at once, and she had occasionally had thoughts about Brian, but never in her wildest dreams had she ever imagined this. Her breath quickened and her heart began to pound with excitement as her body, almost against her will, began to move slowly, rhythmically. She closed her eyes and sank slowly into the delicious sensation. She was surprised at how different, and yet perfectly in sync, the touches were. Michael was soft and almost tickling as it moved smoothly over her. Brian, on the other hand, was firmer and stronger, without being overpowering. The two, together, were a perfect combination. Like dark rich coffee and sweet vanilla cream.
As she lay there, Brian began to kiss the back of her neck, then the place between her shoulders, and then slowly began to run his tongue down her back and over her hips. Without even thinking about it, she rolled over onto her back so that he could reach the place where she really wanted to feel his tongue. Brian quickly turned around in the bed and obliged her. His tongue was warm and moist as it began to slowly but firmly move around her lips and clit. She could feel his head between her thighs, his hair softly brushing the skin as he worked the most amazing magic on her.
Michael was kissing her and moving his hands across her breasts, gently pinching them as they rose to attention. Her arousal was quickly rising as she lost herself in the sensations. She turned her head and saw Brian’s cock there before her. She leaned over and began to slowly take it into her mouth. She thought that he had been quite large before, but he seemed to grow even more as she ran her tongue up and down the shaft. Michael was now sucking her nipples and rubbing her ass and hips. She tried to relax, and slow down her arousal, but it was no use. She wanted this to last forever!!
Suddenly, as if by unspoken agreement, Michael and Brian stopped. Brian sat up and instructed her to turn over. Patricia hesitated at first. She thought of how large he was and it made her a little uneasy, but Brian repeated his demand while lifting her hips and turning her. She let herself be lifted until she was on her knees and Brian moved behind her. She could feel the wetness of her pussy as he began to probe her with his cock. She felt the tip of it moving over her lips and slowly beginning to push into her. Suddenly, with one smooth thrust, he was inside her. She was surprised at the swiftness of it. Her arousal was so great, and she was so wet, that he entered her with no effort whatsoever. She gasped at the size of him. He filled her so completely that she thought she might explode. She could feel herself clenching around him as he began to slowly and firmly thrust into her. Each thrust generated a wave of intense pleasure inside her. She was panting and gasping, and she heard herself begging him to fuck her harder and faster. Michael’s hands were massaging her breasts as he moved up and placed his cock in her mouth. She felt as if she was completely and totally filled.
Brian’s thrusting brought her quickly to the edge. She could barely breathe for the pounding in her chest. The feeling of him thrusting into her was beyond belief. Almost without warning, she felt waves of sheer ecstasy washing over her. Her body writhed and bucked under him as he drove even deeper into her and released himself with such power that it completely took her breath away. At almost the same instant, Michael groaned and she felt a flood of warmness wash over her tongue and down her throat as she tried desperately to catch every precious drop. She shook and moaned as the feeling continued washing over her in wave after wave after wave. She felt that she must surely be on the verge of dying from the sheer pleasure of it all.
Slowly, and with great care, Brian lowered her to the bed. She could feel him slowly withdrawing from her as she collapsed into a quivering heap. In the darkness she lay there trying to catch her breath and still trying to understand if she was dreaming or awake. How could this possibly be happening? Brian cuddled up to her back and Michael to her front. Both kissed her softly and continued to caress her as she drifted off into a deep dreamless sleep.
Patricia awoke with a start. The sun was shining brightly through the window, flooding the room with light. Michael was there, snoring softly. She lay there in the bed as a flood of memories overwhelmed her. Did that really happen? Was it a dream? She wasn’t really sure. She got out of the bed and went downstairs to make the coffee. Brian was there sleeping soundly on the couch. The blanket was kicked back slightly and she could see that he slept in the nude. His firm young body looked so inviting. As she passed through the room he stirred and opened his eyes. The way his eyes roamed over her body in the silk robe she was wearing…and the knowing smile…told her that it was not a dream. Suddenly she realized that she wished Michael would hurry up and wake up, She was already having thoughts of what else she would like to try!!

]]> http://www.jopoppub.com/2008/09/05/unexpected-pleasures/feed/ http://www.jopoppub.com/2008/09/05/a-very-happy-new-year/ http://www.jopoppub.com/2008/09/05/a-very-happy-new-year/#comments Fri, 05 Sep 2008 17:03:36 +0000 admin http://www.jopoppub.com/2008/09/05/a-very-happy-new-year/ I do not like to go to company parties. Not Fourth of July, not Christmas, not New Years. Anytime. I just don’t like them. They’re usually very boring, often embarrassing as people do and say things with careless abandon. Part of my dislike is admittedly my fault — I don’t like to drink alcohol. So as other people are loosening up while getting blitzed, I’m just standing around watching them.
But, I had just been transferred by my company to a management position in a new city, so attending the boss’s New Years Eve party was obligatory. My wife, an attorney, was out of town preparing to go to trial on January 3, so I was attending alone. That didn’t bother me too much. Though we were married, my wife and I pretty much led separate lives.
To be fair, I must say it was a better party than I had expected. The boss, his name is Jim, had not only rented a local hotel’s very nice meeting room complete with food and beverages, he had also reserved a block of rooms for everyone attending so no one would feel inclined to drive drunk or even have to be the designated driver. As parties go, it was not bad. I was actually having a good time.
As the evening progressed, I met and talked with several people including Jim’s wife, Claudine. She is an attractive though not stunning woman in her mid-40’s, black shoulder-length hair with some gray highlights added, gold-rimmed eyeglasses, and rather angular but attractive facial features. Unlike the other women who were wearing festive evening party dresses, Claudine wore dark slacks, a dark blazer with a few sparklies, and a conservative white blouse buttoned to the neck. Still, among all the women I spoke with, she was the most articulate and easiest to talk with. Throughout the evening I danced with several of the women including Claudine. Some of the women were inappropriately flirty (another reason I don’t care for office parties), so I made it a point not to encourage them by flirting back. It was only when I danced with Claudine that I felt any sexual chemistry between us. Since the feeling was not overwhelming, I dismissed it and just enjoyed the dances.
With midnight just moments away, we all stopped dancing and assembled to count down the seconds to the year 2006. I had been dancing with Claudine, so she was standing next to me, her arm intertwined with mine. At the stroke of midnight, the noisemakers went off, the screams of happy new year exploded, and kisses were exchanged. I turned to Claudine to wish her a happy new year, but she grabbed my head and pulled my lips to hers. It was a brief, close-mouthed kiss, but as we parted, her eyes were sending a message other than happy new year to mine. Shortly after the obligatory new years toast, the guests began to wander off to their rooms.
I had been unable to find Claudine’s husband, Jim, to wish him a happy new year, so I too started to leave. Claudine caught up with me.
“Doug, Jim’s had a little too much to drink tonight. Would you mind helping me get him to the hotel room?”
“Of course I will,” I replied. She led me into a side room where her husband Jim had passed out. After a few minutes’ effort, we were able to get him walking enough to get to their room. Once there, we undressed him and got him into the queen-size bed. He began snoring very loudly.
“When he gets this way at home,” Claudine said, “I usually put him in the guest room alone. He’ll be snoring like that all night. I’m going to call the front desk and see if there are any rooms open where I could sleep.”
“Listen, Claudine, I only live a few miles from here. I haven’t been drinking and can drive safely, so why don’t you take my hotel room? I’ll just head on home.”
“That’s awfully nice of you, Doug, but it really isn’t necessary.”
“It’s no problem at all. While you gather the things you need, I’ll scratch out a note for Jim to let him know you’ll be in room 305. Then, we’ll go to the room, I’ll get my stuff together, and leave you with the key.”
“Well, if you’re sure you don’t mind…”
“Not at all. Go grab your things, I’ll write the note, and we’ll leave.”
Moments later, we were walking down the hallway to room 305. While we walked, I hoped I hadn’t left the room in too big a mess. When we entered the room, the bed had been turned down, the bedside light was on, and the bathroom had been cleaned and fresh towels left. I said a silent thank-you for a hotel with excellent service and amenities.
I went into the restroom to gather my toiletries. When I came back out, Claudine had removed her blazer and hung it in the closet. She was standing at the window looking out at the new years revelers on the street below.
As I emerged, she slowly, almost seductively turned and unbuttoned her blazer and removed it to reveal the sleeveless blouse she wore underneath. I immediately saw she had tantalizingly hairy arms. She noted my staring at them and smiled.
“Doug, from your reaction, I’d say you are one of the few men who is not repulsed by a natural woman who lets her body hair grow.”
I didn’t respond, verbally anyway, so she continued. “Most men associate prolific body hair on a woman with being unkempt or unclean. They’re wrong. And you would be surprised at the number of women who are aroused by contact with a man’s body hair. I happen to be one of them.”
She paused and licked her lips, an undressed me with her eyes.
“Tell me, Doug…do you have a hairy body?”
I walked slowly toward her, never taking my eyes from her arms. As if touching delicate crystal, barely grazing her arms with my fingertips, I moved them up and down her arms from her wrist to her shoulder. My light touch caused her goose bumps which, in turn, caused her dark arm hair to seem to stand up even more.
“You should find out for yourself,” I said huskily.
Her eyes gleamed with unrestrained desire. She helped shed my suit coat, then tossed it on a chair. Then she removed my necktie and unbuttoned the top button on my dress shirt. She caught a glimpse of the black chest hair at the base of my neck.
Her breathing became slightly ragged as her own unmistakable arousal began to appear.
I moved my fingertips to the inside of her arms and then pushed her arms upward. She sensed my intentions and clasped her hands behind her head, revealing her dark, bushy armpits. Her eyelids fluttered closed as she anticipated my touch. Slowly, oh so slowly, I moved my fingertips down her arms until my palms were just touching her underarm hair. I applied pressure to her armpits with my palms while continuing to strum her sensitive underarm skin with my fingertips. I felt her arm muscles go rigid as she clasped her interlocked fingers even tighter behind her head. Her eyes were now closed, her facial muscles reflecting the tension of her sexual arousal. For the first time, I saw the thin line of dark hair above her upper lip, a fine bead of moisture highlighting it. While my fingertips and palms continued their pleasurable excursion into her soft, furry pits, I brought my face closer to hers. Then, with my tongue tip, I gently and slowly followed the contour of the hairline above her lip. Her eyes opened briefly in surprise, then slowly sagged closed as my tactile assault continued.
Her lips parted, and she pushed her body against mine. I began to slowly kiss along her jaw line toward her neck, the tip of my tongue telegraphing my message of sexual desire with every flick. I resisted the temptation to move my hands to the front of her blouse to unbutton it. Instead, my hands remained hypnotized by the sensual magnetism of her underarms.
I could wait no longer. I moved my mouth to her left underarm and began to sensually, sensuously kiss and suck on it. The taste was slightly salty, but it inflamed my desire for her even more. She cried out as my tongue caressed her sensitive underarm as if it were her clitoris. I felt her arms begin to lower as she released her interlocked fingers. Then she gently pushed me away.
Believing she wanted me to undress her further, I reached for her blouse, eager to remove it and see what treasures lay underneath. Instead, she pushed my hands away while she placed hers behind my neck and drew me quickly to her. Her lips came closer and closer to mine. Finally they touched, and as we kissed, she plunged her tongue into my mouth. At the same time, she pushed me backward so I was slightly sitting on the edge of the room’s desk. Then she straddled my right leg, never breaking our kiss, and began to grind her still-covered pussy against my thigh. She moved faster and faster, her kisses interspersed with moans and growls when her clit found its desired mark. Before reaching an orgasm, she stopped. She gently turned my body and pushed me backward until my legs hit the bed’s edge forcing me to be seated on it.
She removed her glasses and placed them on the nightstand. Then she began to disrobe slowly and seductively.
First she removed the white blouse. Under it she wore a sheer white bra that supported but barely concealed her breasts. Her nipples stabbed at the thin material proudly, and their dark areolas framed and accentuated the nipples. She placed her hands on her hips which made visible the black patches of seduction in her underarms. Her porcelain-white skin provided a beautiful background for her hairy features. Her eyes fell upon the erection straining to burst from my own trousers. The lust in her eyes revealed her compelling desire, and she could see from my reaction that her seductive efforts had not been wasted.
She began to unfasten her slacks, then pulled them down over her ankles, and stepped out of them. The revelation of her beautiful legs, more so because of the hair which graced them from her ankles, up over her calves to the inside of her thighs all the way up to her pussy, was magnificently erotic. Her white thong, chosen to match her bra, only barely concealed her pubic hair which protruded unashamedly from around the white front. A hint of her black thatch was visible through the thin translucent fabric. There was a well-defined stretch of black hair emerging from the top of the thong to her navel.
“Darling,” she said thickly, “Please stand up and undress yourself for me. I want to see your body for myself.”
I did her bidding. When I completely removed my shirt to reveal my rather hairy chest, she gasped, her eyes disclosing her appreciation for what she saw. As I reached for my belt to loosen my trousers, she reached behind her and unclasped her bra. She left it hanging loosely, momentarily, then tossed it aside. At first she cupped her hands under her breasts to lift them. Then she simultaneously pinched both nipples between her thumb and forefinger while pulling on them.
I kicked off my shoes, then allowed my trousers to drop to the floor. I stepped out of them, leaving them in a pile, and pulled off my socks. Then I stood upright, my briefs no longer concealing my erection. The briefs held my erect cock against my body and pointing upward. The dark red head extended above the elastic top of my briefs. The white briefs were a contrast to the dark hair on my own legs.
Then, as if commanded by a silent voice, we both reached down, she removing her thong, I removing my briefs. We stood facing each other, each hirsute bodies clearly eager to hold, touch, and please the other. Our desire was unconcealed.
“Darling,” she said, “You could clearly penetrate me and satisfy me quickly, but I want to make our sexual pleasure last even longer and be more intense than you have ever imagined.” She paused. “Touch me,” was all she said.
I went to my knees in front of her, succumbing to the temptation to caress her hairy legs with my hands and, yes, to rub my cheek against her plush pussy. Her leg hairs felt as silk to my fingertip touches and caresses, but her sounds betrayed the extent of her arousal from my touch. My hands moved gently but not too swiftly over her hirsute legs. I began to kiss the insides of her thighs and lick them, proceeding inevitably toward her luxuriant pussy. She began to bend her legs as if she was weakening, so I slowly stood, running my hands up her legs, over her ass, and back down to the back of her thighs. Even there, I could feel some hair. Then I effortlessly lifted her off the ground. She responded by wrapping her legs around my waist and allowing me to carry her toward the bed.
With her legs still wrapped around me, clasping me in an intensely sexual embrace, we kissed passionately, audibly. She had her hairy arms around my neck, pulling my lips tighter to hers. I could feel her trying to move her hips to rub her clit against the coarse pubic hair above my cock.
I lowered her onto the bed, and as her back settled into it, she released her arms’ grip around my neck. I began to kiss her neck, then her shoulders, wanting desperately but resisting to drag my tongue over her protruding nipples. I kissed and tongued my way to her left armpit which I began to suck, lick, and kiss. Then my hands moved deftly to give pleasure to her underarm sex sensors as my lips dragged across her white breast to one nipple. It was distended and hard, begging for my lips, my teeth, and my tongue. As my lips tightened around it, she cried out with abandon.
Still holding her nipple between my lips, I flicked its tip with my tongue several times before releasing it so my tongue could touch all the nerve endings in her areola.
Her breathing became faster, harder, interspersed with whimpers and moans of pleasure. Her legs scissored around my hips and pulled me harder against her. My erect cock, hot and pulsing, was sandwiched between our now-perspiring bodies and resting on the hairy strip between her pubes and navel. Every movement we made sent a jolt of intensifying sexual electricity through my cock’s frenulum. I screamed and used all my will power to avoid cumming prematurely. My balls rested against her clitoris, so every move of our bodies dragged my sac across her clit.
After what seems a lifetime of caressing her underarms with my fingers and kissing and licking her breasts, I began to kiss my way down her body, dragging my hairy torso across her clit. She screamed loudly enough to wake the dead. Her body arched again and again and then relaxed when I stopped. Her fingers grasped my head and began to push it downward, urging my mouth to find her hot, wet, and waiting pussy.
As I reached her mons, swollen with desire, I was greeted with the smell of her pussy hair and her sex. Its aphrodisiac power overcame me, and I plunged my mouth over it, licking the hair, licking her engorged pussy lips, pushing back her hood and finding her clit with my tongue. Again, her body began to buck and heave, this time against my face, as her sexual explosion came closer and closer. Not wanting her to cum too quickly, I moved my face to the inside of her thighs and began licking and kissing them, immersing myself in the hairiness of her shapely legs.
But she would have none of it. Now fully consumed by desire and begging for release, she pulled my head back to her pussy where I continued to feast on her sex and hairiness. My head spun, immersed in sexual quicksand, my own needs taking over. I broke her grip on my head and dragged my body across her pussy as I moved upward. Her legs splayed as her body rocked from side to side. She thrust her hands against my chest, its hair matted by her perspiration and pussy juices. Her hands found my breasts, her fingernails alternately digging into them and scratching around them. All the while, she cried out in sex sounds, not words.
When my thighs hit her ass, I sat upright on my knees and lifted her legs to my shoulders. With one supple hairy calf on each side of my face, I kissed and licked one and then the other while she caught her breath. The sensation of her leg hairs brushing against my face and responding to my licks and kisses aroused me more than her. My cock, long and dark red, protruded from its black pubic forest suggestively, telegraphing my own desire for her.
I reached down and took my cock in my hand. It was hot and thick, and a drop of moisture emerged from its tip. I placed the very tip of it against her clit and painted my wetness across her extended pearl. The friction, warmth, and wetness of my cock tip against her clit drove her wild, and I feared she would be unable to breathe. Her face and upper chest became red, her facial muscles tightened as she fought to resist cumming yet. I, too, was reaching the point of no return. I growled and panted with each pass of my cock tip over her clit when it brushed her hot, wet pussy hair.
Finally, neither of us could wait any longer as the inevitable explosive orgasms began to force their way out. She reached up and removed my hand from my cock. Then she took it in her hand and ran her fingernails up and down its underside from base to tip. The mixture of scratching pain and sensual stimulation seemed to make it grow longer and become hotter than I had ever experienced. Then she deftly guided its tip to her opening as she spread her legs. With one slow thrust, I was inside her. Our pubic hairs seemed to tangle and dance around our coupling. I leaned forward and propped myself over her with my arms alongside her shoulders. We were both breathing quick, hot breaths as we struggled to intensity the quickly-coming orgasms. She wrapped her legs around my waist. The hairy abrasion of her legs against my sides seemed to strike every nerve ending of pleasure. Our bodies began to thrust against each other in perfect synchronization. Our slowed movements belied the pleasure of our sexual union.
Suddenly, we both began to thrust violently against each other. I felt my own hot liquid boiling up from the depth of my soul, and I felt her pussy muscles struggling to milk me dry of every drop of cum. My orgasm hit me, and I screamed a deep, primal scream of release as my cum poured into her. I continued to thrust as her insatiable appetite demanded I finish her. Her arms were flailing on the bed above her head now, and I plunged my face into her wet armpit. I began kissing and sucking, all the while continuing to thrust into her, then out, then back in. Finally, her body could resist no longer. In spite of my greater body weight being on top of her, the violence of her orgasm lifted both of us off the bed as she came. She screamed, thrashed, screamed again, thrust her pussy against me with my still engorged cock inside her. Then, after one final orgasmic thrust, she collapsed with me on top of her. We were both gasping for breath, unable to speak, our hirsute bodies drenched in sweat and sex. The odor of sex filled the room, seeped into the bed beneath us, and consumed our ability to think.
After an eternity, I rolled off her to one side. We embraced, kissed, once more ran our hands over each other’s hirsute bodies, appreciating our hairy sensuality, then drifted off in the deep, satisfying sleep that only sexual exhaustion provides.

]]> http://www.jopoppub.com/2008/09/05/a-very-happy-new-year/feed/ http://www.jopoppub.com/2008/09/05/rite-of-rights/ http://www.jopoppub.com/2008/09/05/rite-of-rights/#comments Fri, 05 Sep 2008 13:04:04 +0000 admin http://www.jopoppub.com/2008/09/05/rite-of-rights/ “Mom!” She called loudly.
There was silence.
“Mom?” She repeated, peering into the kitchen. It was empty.
Her mom’s car was out front, as well as one she had never seen before. Perhaps she was entertaining in the back yard, thought Tina. She went through the kitchen and was about to open the back door when she noticed something though a slit between the door’s curtains that froze her to the spot.
Her mother was reclined on a lounge chair with a man on top of her! She seemed to be struggling and was crying out in a high pitch. Tina could only think of one thing. The man was raping her mother!
Oh god, she thought. Should she call 911 or should she grab a kitchen knife. Without further delay she rummaged in a drawer and quickly grabbed a serrated bread knife. She burst out the door, brandishing her weapon and cried. “You get off her now!”
“Huh?” The man jerked a startled glance at her.
“Tina! Oh my god!” Her mother shrieked with equal surprise.
“I said move it mister. I mean it. Get off her now!” Tina threatened again.
“Uh, yeah, all right already.” He pulled his big, red, slimy cock out Tina’s mother as he rolled off her and kneeled behind the lounge. “Cynthia, what is this?”
“Oh Tina. It-it’s okay. I never wanted you to know. I’m so sorry.” He mother suddenly pleaded to Tina.
“Yeah kid, I wasn’t do’n noth’n.” The man echoed.
Tina stood helpless. Her mouth dropped open, and she thought she was going to scream until she was stricken by the sight of her mother’s cunt, glistening with juice. Realization struck her like a boulder. Her mother was having sex with another man! The knife slipped from her shocked hand and clattered upon the deck.
She immediately burst into tears. “Mother, how could you do this?” She yelled and ran back into the house where she flung herself on the couch and buried her face in a cushion.
After a little while, her mother and the strange man entered and her mother let him out.
“I’m so sorry Mr. Finch, I mean Walter, it’s all my fault.”
“Yeah, well you’re darn toot’n it is. Goodbye.” The man emphasized his farewell.
Tina wanted to run upstairs to her room, but she could only glare at her mother in horror.
Cynthia Brady stood meekly at the door as she closed and locked it. “Oh Tina, what have I done?”
“You bitch!” Was the harshest thing Tina could summon.
“Yes Tina. I am.” Her mother hung her head with shame.
Tina was taken aback. “What?”
“Uh-huh. It’s horrible, I know.” She was crying. “Oh Tina. I’ve been a slut, and a tramp, and even a rutting bitch. Now you know. Soon Harold will know, and I’ll lose everything.”
“Mother, what are you saying?” Tina asked, suddenly amazed.
“I’m sick. I need help. I’m not like normal people.” Tina’s mother moved closer, reaching out.
Tina recoiled in confusion.
“Tina. Please don’t hate me. Listen to me. I’ve done horrible things, but I love you and your father more than anything. Don’t discard me. I beg you.” Her mother kneeled in front of Tina and pleaded with her.
“Mother, I don’t understand. Who was that man?”
“Nobody. I meet him in a Jack in the Box today.”
“Your kidding!” Tina responded, appalled. “Mother, why? Doesn’t dadÉ”
“He’s wonderful Tina. I love making love to him more than anything, but sometimes I can’t control myself. I’ll be shopping or cleaning, and all of a sudden I have to have a man. I get so horny I’ll say anything, do anything with anybody. It doesn’t matter who he is, as long as he’s got a c-c-cock. Even a woman, sometimes will have to do.”
“Mother!” Tina exclaimed.
“Now you know. I’m so ashamed. I never wanted to hurt my family. I love you so much.”
Tina was completely lost. This was the same mother who warned her never to let a boy touch her until she was 18, and she had discovered her mother screwing another man. Now this same woman was admitting to fucking any guy who let her. Tina wanted to screw up her face with hate and scream and even hit her mother. Her fists clenched and shook with building outrage, but suddenly it all drained away, with one hard look into her mother’s eyes. She was sincere. Tina loved her mother and she was ill. She needed her. Tina’s whole body absorbed this realization into every cell of her being.
“Mother, what are we going to do?” Tina reached out to hug her.
“Oh my dear sweetheart, I love you so.”
They clasped one another needfully.
The door lock clicked open. In his energetic fashion Harold Brady launched the door inward and stepped in.
“Hi my love, and my little princess. How fared you two this day?”
A hushed silence greeted him. Cynthia flashed a nervous look at Tina before turning her head and smiling forcefully at her husband.
“I-It went great dad.” Tina tried her best to sound casual.
The pause hadn’t eluded Harold.
“Wait a second. You two are up to something. What are you plotting now? You’ll never take me alive!” He grinned and hung his jacket. Then he loosened his tie.
“Woman, fetch me a drink!” He ordered playfully.
Almost without missing a beat, the two fretful women replied. “Go soak your head!”
“My intentions exactly.” Harold said ritually and he sauntered over to the liquor cabinet and began concocting his favorite stressbuster.
Cynthia shot one last worried look at Tina before getting up. “I’ll start dinner.”
An uneasy calm hovered over dinner that night, but Harold was too famished to notice. Both mother and daughter picked at their food and seemed lost in their thoughts. Harold finished quickly and then wandered out to read a book as was his evening pastime. Tina helped her mother set the dishes into the dishwasher mostly in silence.
“I guess I’m not going to tell.” She whispered. “But you gotta stop.”
“I know, but I can’t. I’ve tried, really tried, but it’s like an addiction I can’t shake off. Tomorrow we can talk more.” Her mother tried to stay calm, but the silverware kept rattling in her hand.
Tina took them from her and placed them in in the rack. They shook in her hand too.
That night Tina listened closely to the filtered sounds from her parent’s adjacent bedroom. She heard the familiar, subtle noise of her mother and father fucking. Always before, after she was old enough to understand the noise, she had considered it their privilege. It was a privilege she had once anticipated for herself, but tonight the sounds assumed a sinister ring like a salesman selling used cars. Maybe there were terrible things that happened to people, like her mother, when they started having sex? She began crying. What was she going to do? How could she live knowing her mother was a slave to sex.
Almost without warning she noticed her hand was gently rubbing her crotch. She had masturbated for a couple years already, but she had never before acted so spontaneously. Tonight of all nights, the sudden need to rub her cunt surprised her. She wished she could just go to sleep, but her pussy seemed to ache for attention.
Tina sat up and slipped off her panties. They were almost soaked! Her cunt was pulsing and her clitoris was swollen and her nipples were as hard as wood. With one urgent hand she squeezed her ripe breasts while the other sought under her slip to prod two fingers into her seething gash. With her thumb she plucked at her begging clit.
“Ohhhh.” She moaned softly. It felt amazing. She didn’t even have to fantasize. A brief flash of a vision of the strange man’s rigid cock distracted her for a second. Then she began to convulse with desire. Her fingers jerked in and out of her burning pussy, and they darted roughly against her flaming clit. Fingernails dug into her nipples. She remembered her mother’s undulations in the lounge chair and her body began to mimic her memory.
Her hand now desperately flailed in her pussy lips, rubbing them like an exuberant hound’s tongue. Oh god, it started feeling so good! Her cunt had never promised so much before. Tina fucked herself with her hand like a demented criminal. She squeezed her tits till they turned purple. A demonic force possessed her as she frenzillied pushed all four fingers and the tip of her thumb into her sweating cunt. “Oh, oh, oh!” She stuttered as she tightened every muscle in her body waiting for the pending, incredible orgasm her body needed to stay alive.
For a split second she saw her father’s face ripe with lust, and then every circuit in her brain exploded. “Aaaahhhhhhhhh. Uuunngg. Ooooohhh, oooooo…” She kept pawing at her cunt, squeezing it and pinching it for pleasure, even after it began to hurt like needles. Bomb after bomb detonated inside her head. She couldn’t see and she couldn’t think. Her body had taken over. She thrashed upon her bed until her muscles couldn’t twitch anymore.
It had been incredible! She had never experienced anything like it. It felt so overwhelming she was frightened, but she was suddenly so exhausted, as she tried to ponder what it all meant, she fell dead asleep.
Chapter Two
Morning arrived with too much sunshine. Tina stirred and tried to rise. Her body ached. She dizzily and painfully showered and dressed and went downstairs for breakfast.
“Good morning dream boat!” Her father greeted her cheerfully.
“Uh, hi dad.” Tina looked for her mother, and winced as she sat down. Her buttocks was even more sore than the rest of her. “Where’s mom?”
“She had to take some items to the dry cleaner. I guess it’s cereal for breakfast again. I told her I didn’t need my shirts until tomorrow, but she said she wouldn’t be able to take them any other time.”
A nervous thought penetrated Tina’s curiosity. She wouldn’t have! Tina tried to convince herself that her mother wasn’t already with another man. The possibility seemed almost inhuman.
“Hey Dad. I-I don’t feel like cereal. Why don’t you go to work now and drop me off at the donut shop near the laundromat? I’ll have mother take me to school.
“Now that’s was I call a seriously spoiled idea. Great! You little nixie. We’ll have to hurry to catch her.” He winked and they stood up to leave.
During the drive, Tina’s father keep trying to strike up a conversation, but she feigned hunger and kept her thoughts to herself. This was crazy she told herself, but she couldn’t forget how desperate her mother had sounded the previous day.
Tina’s father sighted their other car as they drove into the corner store’s parking lot. Tina jumped out and blew her father a kiss. She ran into the donut shop and waited for his car to leave then she dashed over to the dry cleaners.
The sign said closed, but she noticed the door wasn’t locked. Tina took a deep breath and sneaked in. A little bell announced her entry. A rustling sound emanating from the back stopped. She silenced the little brass bell and ducked behind the counter. After a pause the rustling started up again.
Tina crept to the short swinging counter door and opened it just far enough to peek in. Far in the back she noticed a few hanging garments gently dancing. She decided to creep in further. She hugged a wall as she crawled on her hands and knees trying to keep behind carts of clothes. As she peered around the third cart she made her discovery.
Her mother was kneeling, naked, in front of an old chinese man. She was slowly sucking on his dick!
“Ahh, Mrs. Brady, you give such nice gift to old man on birthday. Wife bought me new laundry basket. Honorable son, gave me bill for Visa card. Only you know heart’s desire.” The asian fellow said gently. His pants were pulled briefly around his thighs and he lifted the front of his cotton shirt as Tina’s mother filled her mouth with his dark penis. She stopped her tender sucking to reply.
“This isn’t for your birthday, my friend, this is just a warm up. I’ve got the hottest pussy in the city to give you. Here, you can do anything you want with it. Happy Birthday!” Then Mrs. Brady turned around and lifted her tight ass for the old man’s inspection.
He gasped. “Looks like I have present for you too!” He reached one hand in between her legs and began to jab three fingers into her anxious cunt.
“Oh god, yes! Play with my burning pussy. I’m so hot for you. Jam anything you want into me.” Cynthia cried with lust.
“My my. Mrs. Brady. I have hand inside you. You feel like boiling ocean. So hot. You scald my fingers. Best I put out fire.” Saying that, the old man bent forward as he pulled his pulsing hand free, and right into her steaming cunt he blew lungfuls of air.
Tina watched her mother shudder in delight. She was desperately trying to think of a way to stop this living nightmare, but her brain was clouded by the overwhelming sensuality of the two passionate people fucking right in front of her. She noticed her own body was curiously responding with a growing warm sensation just below her belly. Her own sex was becoming aroused! Tina panicked. She had to DO something.
The old man was straightening and had grasp his hardened penis as Tina crawled backwards out of the back area and into the entrance way. Just as the old man was about to thrust his prick into her mother’s quivering cunt Tina shook the door firmly. The bell rang loudly, and she stood up and hollered. “Mom, are you in here?”
There came from the back the sound of muffled cursing. A surprised answer followed. “Tina, is that you?” Her mother called. “I’ll just be a second. What are you doing here?” Mrs. Brady’s voice sounded edgy.
“What are you doing back there?” Tina asked, stifling her own anxiety.
“Uh, Mr. Chow is just showing me some special processes.” The ruffling of clothing belied her words.
In a moment her mother appeared, the old man grim faced behind. Their clothes were rumbled and Tina’s mother’s pantyhose displayed a wide run in them.
Anticipating an awkward discussion, Tina explained she needed to go to school. Her mother thanked the laundry man and then quietly apologized when she thought Tina’s attention was on leaving.
The two women walked silently to their car. As soon as the doors were shut, Tina burst out. “Mother, how could you?”
“What?”
“I saw you and that old chink.”
Mrs. Brady responded with a fierce slap to Tina’s face.
“Don’t you ever use that hateful word, young woman.”
“Ow! You were going fuck him!” She accused blisteringly.
“I don’t care if he was fucking you. If I ever hear you say that again, I’ll kick your ass from here clear to back home. Do you understand me?” Her mother dared right back.
“No, I don’t!” Tina yelled, then she shook her head and looked down. “Okay, I shouldn’t have said it. I’m so angry. How could you do it? I’m surprised everybody doesn’t know your such a slut.” Tina braced for another slap.
“I deserve that, but don’t blame my problem on the people I need to help me.” Her mother responded. Hurt echoed in her voice.
“Mother, I’m begging you. Please stop it.”
“I-I can’t honey. I’ve tried. I’ve seen doctors and shrinks, and even confessed to a priest. Nothing can help me but a hard cock. You don’t know how much I need them. I’m still terribly horny. Honey let me go back in there.”
“No!” Tina begged, hoping to exert some influence. “It’s not right. Mother, it’s just not fair to daddy. I swear I’ll tell him if you keep violating his trust.”
Her mother recoiled at the desperate threat. “Honey, no. Don’t ever tell him. I’ll loose the only two things I’ve ever loved. You’ve got to understand. I’d go mad. I’d have nothing at all to hold me steady. The only thing that keeps my mind from dying from this crazy need is that I have you and your father to love.”
“Mother, mother.” Tina sobbed and buried her face into her mother’s shoulder.
“Tina, please. Let me go.” Mrs. Brady asked again as she hugged her daughter.
Tina suddenly stared into her mother’s face horrified at the now clear unrelenting desire driving her mother into such a trapped existence. A terrible idea struck her, and she could only continue to stare into her mother’s pleading eyes as she struggled to decide.
“Okay.” Tina agreed with agonizing difficulty. “But…!” She began to marshall her courage.
“Huh?” Her mother responded warily?
“You have to take me with you.” Tina finished speedily.
“What?”
“Mother. You have no control. Just look at yourself. If a man popped out from the back seat with a chain saw you’d beg him to fuck you before he sawed your head off. You need someone who can keep you from making really stupid mistakes. You need someone to protect you. And you need someone to cover for you. If you keep going like this you’re bound to be discovered, or worse, killed!”
“No. No. I can handle it just fine. That’s a terrible idea.”
“You sound like an alcoholic. You’re sick mother. Sex doesn’t eat your liver or your brain, but if you keep your habit up, it’ll damage you in the end.”
“But I’ve managed this far.”
“No you haven’t. What about me? If you’ve done so well, how come I have to deal with your problem?”
“Tina. You don’t know what you’re saying.”
“Y-yes, ulp, I-I think I do. I just don’t want you to get hurt. If I have to watch you fuck ten men a day, I would if it meant dad and I would never lose you.”
“But you have school, and people might get even more suspicious.”
“Yeah, well I haven’t worked everything out yet, but if you have go back in there, then I’m going with you.” Tina said with finality.
Her mother hemmed and hawed. She was struggling with herself, but the burning glow in her eyes and even the noticeable odor of her lubricating cunt foretold her conclusion. “Okay. But let ME explain it to Mr. Chow. He’s a very good man.”
Tina gritted her teeth and agreed. What was she getting herself into?
They entered the shop together. The annoying bell clanged almost like a warning. Together they waited with uncertain faces for Mr. Chow to look up.
“Yes, Mrs. Brady. What is it? Is there no school today? Did you give me right instructions for Mr. Brady’s shirts?” The old man was shaking slightly as if he had caught their awkwardness.
“Uh, Mr. Chow…” Tina’s mother began as she flipped the open sign to closed and also threw the door’s dead bolt. “We have to talk.” She walked unsteadily through the counter door and signaled for Tina and Mr. Chow to follow her.
“Uh yes, right away.” Mr. Chow replied, sweat appearing on his wrinkled brow.
As the three met in the open space in the rear of the shop Mrs. Brady suddenly turned to Mr. Chow and told him. “My daughter has come to apologize for rudely interrupting us earlier.”
“Uh, no, Mrs. Brady. I-I not offended.” The chinese man glanced nervously at Tina.
“No sir, she was very naughty to have bothered us. Isn’t that right Tina?” Cynthia Brady looked at her nervous daughter.
“Uh, yes. That’s right. I’m terribly sorry for interrupting. Please accept my apology.”
“What?” The old man asked confused.
“For her punishment, I have told her to wait here perfectly still and silent while we are able to finish what I had promised you.” As Tina’s mother finished her last words she reached under her dress and pulled her pantyhose and underwear all the way down to her ankles. She stepped out of them purposefully kicking off her shoes. Her glazed eyes never left the suddenly nervous shop keeper.
“I-I don’t know…” He began.
“Come on now. It’s your birthday after all. Just ignore her and I’ll do everything I did before and better.” She continued to disrobe by pulling her dress over her head. Only her tits were covered by a doily like brassier. “Remember these?” She cupped one of her her firm, veiled breasts with a hand and shook it playfully at the old man now sweating profusely. “How can you forget what they tasted like?” She stepped right in from of him and placed his shuddering hand on her tit. “Oh, please touch me again.”
Mr. Chow took one last look at Tina and then rooted his attention on her mother’s bulging tits. He grabbed the first with a rush but his other hand caught the second tenderly. He squeezed them as Cynthia moaned in tortured eagerness. The old man stretched and kissed her full lips. His mouth planted slow kisses down her neck, and as he began to slobber on the white cotton bra, he reached between her heaving tits and unclasped the intruding garment. As the frilly underwear fell away he captured one of the large soft globes in his mouth and sucked noisily. Cynthia held his head to her chest with one hand and her other hand reached inside the old man’s pants.

]]> http://www.jopoppub.com/2008/09/05/rite-of-rights/feed/ http://www.jopoppub.com/2008/09/05/a-special-delivery/ http://www.jopoppub.com/2008/09/05/a-special-delivery/#comments Fri, 05 Sep 2008 09:03:49 +0000 admin http://www.jopoppub.com/2008/09/05/a-special-delivery/ For as long as I can remember, I’ve had a secret fantasy about deliverymen. I’m sure you all know the one: you get a routine delivery, groceries or laundry, and when you hand the deliveryman a generous tip, he thanks you with more than a smile. I never thought I would have the chance to make the fantasy come true, but one day last year, I did.
My local supermarket offered free delivery and I usually took advantage of the service. Steve, their regular deliveryman, was a nice guy but not much to look at. He was around 50 and balding, with a little bit of a beer belly. He would have been completely ordinary except for his gorgeous blue eyes and killer smile. When he dropped off the groceries, I would find ways to make that smile appear just so I could see the twinkle in those baby blues.
Steve had an easygoing personality that made it simple for us to become good friends in a short time. Little did I know that under that cordial smile there beat the heart of a lion, with a libido to match. My own libido had been neglected since I broke up with my last boyfriend. I was more than ready for a new adventure and thought Steve would fit the bill nicely. I was even more turned on by the fact that Steve was a transplanted Texan, with a drawl guaranteed to soak my panties every time he opened his mouth. In my dreams, he was opening his mouth for more than conversation.
Steve had been delivering my groceries for about 6 months, and thanking me politely for my tips, when he dragged himself up my steps one Saturday. He looked awful. “I hurt my back yesterday,” he explained.
“You should get a massage,” I said. “I have chronic back problems and that helps me a lot.”
“That sounds great,” he said, grinning at me. “Know anyone who could do it for me? Free? I’m kind of broke right now.”
I was silent for a minute, wondering if this was my chance. Steve had never so much as touched my hand, except for a quick kiss and hug at Christmas when I rewarded him with an extra $20 on top of the regular tip.
Steve seemed to sense my dilemma. “Well, if you know anyone, let me know,” he said quickly, turning to leave.
Before I could stop myself, I blurted “Well . . . I could do it myself . . . I learned some massage techniques from the chiropractor I went to last year.” I smiled shyly, hoping he would get the hint. It didn’t take long.
Steve smiled and asked “Where do you want me?”
Lost in my fantasies of having him all over me, I didn’t answer. He touched me on the shoulder and I jumped guiltily. Laughing, he repeated the question.
“Sit at the table,” I said. “I’ll start with your shoulders.” I got some cream from the bathroom and told him, “Take off your shirt.”
When Steve pulled his tee-shirt over his head and threw it to the floor, I gasped in amazement. His beer belly hid an amazingly powerful chest, with just enough hair to make me drool. I’ve always loved hairy men. He sat back down and I began to massage him, but couldn’t really work on his back with him sitting up.
“This isn’t working, Steve,” I said. You’ll need to lie down.”
He stood up and glanced at my tiny sofa and miniscule love seat. “I guess we’ll have to use the bedroom,” he said softly.
My heart was in my mouth as I nodded. He lay on the bed with his arms wrapped around my pillow. I couldn’t move for a minute, imagining those arms wrapped around me instead. I finally knelt on the bed, straddling his hips.
“That feels so good,” he sighed as I rubbed his back, working the kinks out of his tight muscles. All the time, I was thinking of another muscle trapped inside his jeans. Just touching him was making my pussy dripping wet. My crotch rubbed his buttocks as I continued the massage.
As I worked my way down his back, he began to moan softly. “Are you all right, Ba . . . uh . . . Steve?” I asked
“Yeah,” he whispered. “I’ve never felt so relaxed.”
A little later, Steve began to squirm. “What’s wrong?” I asked, kneeling beside him on the bed.
Steve rolled onto his side and looked at me. “Uh . . . moving around on the bed has . . . kind of got me . . . hard,” he answered. “I haven’t had sex since I broke up with my girlfriend.” I smiled and he blushed. “I didn’t mean to get so personal, but I think of you as a friend.”
“That’s okay, Steve,” I said. “You know, you and I are in the same boat. I haven’t . . . um . . . never mind . . .” I couldn’t go on. My face was on fire from embarrassment.
His erection made a huge bulge in the front of his jeans. I looked away, more embarrassed than ever. He took my hand and pulled me down beside him. “It’s been a long time for you too, hasn’t it, Baby?” he asked softly. I just nodded.
“Well, we need to take care of that right now,” he said, kissing me softly. “I know we both need it,” he continued, letting his hands roam. “I’ve been hot for you from the day we met.”
I sighed as he fondled my breasts. All thoughts of proper behavior left me as we kissed and caressed each other. He removed my shirt, followed by my bra. I moaned as his mouth found a hard nipple, while his fingers slipped inside my sweatpants and then into my moist panties. I groaned as his fingers explored my pussy.
When I reached down and opened his jeans, I got a huge surprise . . . well, two surprises. He wasn’t wearing any underwear and his cock was immense! It sprang out of his pants, fully erect and at least 10 inches long. I fondled his huge stiff dick while he was making love to me, his mouth on my tits and his fingers deep inside my hot tight wet pussy.
“Take them off . . . my pants,” I finally gasped. Steve only took a few seconds to strip me and discard his own clothes. Then we were lying on the bed, sharing our first naked embrace.
“On your back,” I said a few minutes later. I climbed on top of him in 69 position and took his cock in my mouth. He nearly screamed with pleasure as I slipped my tongue over his head and ran my fingers up and down his long thick shaft.
Steve pulled me open with his thumbs and took my clit in his mouth. I was close to cumming when he abandoned my clit and began licking up and down my hot pink vulva. I moaned as he thrust his tongue deep inside my cunt.
After a few more minutes of oral exploration, we were both panting. I couldn’t wait another minute for his cock. I climbed off him and lay on my back. “It’s time for the next delivery, Steve,” I said. “I need you inside me.”
Steve knelt between my legs, rubbing the head of his stiff dick gently against my pussy lips. He began to slide it into me, but suddenly stopped and sat back on his heels, saying “Oh, shit . . . wait . . . I don’t have any condoms.”
I just looked at him and grinned before opening my night table drawer, revealing the array of condoms, in different sizes and colors, along with lubricant and spermicide. “For someone who hasn’t gotten laid in a while, you sure have a lot of stuff ready,” he commented as he chose the biggest condom.
“My last boyfriend cheated on me,” I explained. “After I dumped him, I wanted to make sure I would always be protected in case someone else lied to me. I hope that doesn’t turn you off.”
“No, I’m impressed that you think so clearly,” Steve said as he slipped the condom over his giant dick. He knelt between my legs again, teasing my pussy with the head of his cock.
I groaned, “Baby, I can’t wait . . . I need that delivery now!”
Without another word, he sank his gigantic pole into me. After an ecstatic stretching and filling, his balls were pressing against my pussy hairs. It felt incredible!
Steve fucked me until we were screaming loudly enough to be heard in his hometown of Austin, Texas. Cumming violently, I screamed, “That’s it, you sexy cowboy! Ride me hard! Give it all to me . . .” That sent Steve over the edge. He groaned and shot rope after rope of cum inside my convulsing pussy.
Steve rolled off me, collapsing at my side to catch his breath. He pulled me close and kissed me gently. “You’re so good, babe . . . so hot . . .”
We cuddled for a while, kissing and caressing. As he turned onto his back to pull me closer, he caught sight of my alarm clock. “SHIT!” he screamed, jumping up and grabbing his pants.
“What’s wrong, Baby?” I asked, startled.
“I was suppo