Lartmada

It was a typical neighborhood bar. It had a U-shaped bar with stools at the sides and standing room in the middle. There was a small dance floor that was seldom used except on weekend nights. There were perhaps fifteen tables and a few booths around the dance floor.
The music leaned towards the oldies and so did the clientele. The Bee Gees triggered a swarm of people to the dance floor. It was a perfect fit for me.
The place also featured a spectacular bartender named Andrea. She was a tall redhead with large tits and an athletic body. On most nights she was easily the best looking woman in the place. She was also as cold as ice.
She was very efficient, able to remember what everyone drank after a couple of orders, but she never chatted with customers and seldom smiled. On busy nights she had two young ladies behind the bar with her, both also very fine looking. Sitting at the bar and watching them work was more than enough entertainment for me.
I chose the last stool on the right side for my home base. It allowed me to see the entrance and half of the dance floor. The problem was that I felt that I was in someone’s seat so I moved over to the next stool.
I ordered a beer and settled in to people watch. During the evening I chatted with a few people, watched the ebb and flow of the crowd and enjoyed the music. That was to become my pattern most evenings.
After a few weeks I could tell who were the players, the posers, the desperate. I had a feel for who to avoid and whom I would like to get to know better. Andrea was at the top of the last list and I was making some headway on that front. I treated her politely, never tried to get her attention when she was busy, I allowed her all the time she needed to decide about me.
I was at the bar an average of three nights a week. I usually arrived before the big crowds did and left as the crowd reached its peak. I had a self-imposed three-beer limit.
Within a couple of weeks Andrea would have my beer at the bar before I was much past the entrance. Within a month I had a tab running before I got around to securing it with a credit card. Within two months I noticed I was not paying for every drink. When I first started frequenting the place Andrea worked the standing room end of the bar. She had switched to my side of the bar somewhere along the way. I hoped it was for my benefit but sincerely doubted it.
On slow nights Andrea would come over to my end to relax. Sometimes I would ask her about a particular patron and she seemed to know everyone’s secrets. I was pleased to see that she chatted with me.
One night a patron that was picking up some drinks from her told me that I was barking up the wrong tree, (meaning Andrea). I answered that it was the right tree and all I wanted was the shade.
That amazingly bad line took me into Andrea’s inner circle.
She smiled and laughed for me. She steered me in the direction of easy fucks and steered me away from the head cases and the married ones. On the days that I was extra early I would take her a flower. She actually blushed the first time I did that. I also got my first kiss from her. We became good friends.
After six or seven months, however, I had not asked for her phone number, never waited for her at closing. Something told me she was not ready.
There was also a mystery to be solved. The stool next to me, the one I thought was occupied on my first night there, was always empty. Some people would sit in it briefly but soon moved on. Even on the most crowded nights it stayed unoccupied. One slow night I asked Andrea about it and she startled me by saying it was haunted.
She said, “Carla used to sit there. She was a regular for about three years. Very pretty little bubbly blonde. Every one loved her. She was a close friend of mine. I worried about her choice in men and her occasional choice of women. She took many chances. Sometimes she would just ask a guy if he wanted to fuck, go to the parking lot with him and fuck him in her car. The guy usually went home, she would come back and tell me all about it. She was very open, very bold.
Last Halloween she went out with a guy in a Batman costume. She was wearing a Cat Woman costume. She did not come back in to tell me about the tryst and I worried about her but was too busy to go look for her.
Next thing I know the cops and the paramedics were all over the parking lot. She and Batman were killed by a single shot that went through him and into her. They were in the middle of a fuck. A couple that had stepped out to fuck too found them.
The cops interviewed everyone here, me twice. It was seven AM before I could close. Someone said they thought they saw a woman speeding out of the parking lot. The killer was never found.
The first night we re-opened after the murders the regulars avoided her stool in deference to Carla. After all, many of the men and a few of the women had fucked Carla in the parking lot themselves. Carla had a piece of many hearts.
After a while I noticed that new patrons moved away from it just as you did. They all said the same thing; they expected someone to return to that seat momentarily. The regulars are positive it is haunted.”
As she told her story I saw that she was working hard at keeping her composure. I could also see that she was holding back information.
A customer down the bar called her and while she was dealing with him I had a chance to think about the whole story. I did not believe in ghosts and did not think Andrea did either.
I had often bought drinks for ladies who struck my fancy, many times with no intention of making a move on them. Several times I even asked Andrea not to tell the lady who bought her the drink. Andrea thought that was weird of me.
When she returned to my spot I asked her what Carla usually drank.
“Margarita on the rocks with two extra slices of lime on the side.” She said.
“I need one more beer and bring Carla a drink too,” I said.
For a second I thought I saw a tear form in Andrea’s eye but she turned and quickly brought me my beer. After placing the beer on the bar she paused and looked at me. I nodded confirmation and she went to fix Carla her drink.
When she returned she carefully laid out two napkins, placed the drink on one and two slices of lime on the other. She fussed with the placement for a bit then suddenly jumped halfway over the bar, grabbed me by the ears and gave me a fierce kiss. As she walked away tears were streaming from her eyes.
That would become the second most talked about incident at the bar. From that night on people assumed I was Andrea’s guy and could not get laid at all.
On my next trip to the bar Andrea brought my beer as usual and waited expectantly for a word from me. I nodded and she brought Carla her drink. That became the routine. I did eventually notice that only Carla’s drinks appeared on my tab.
Halloween approached. A costume contest was announced. Andrea seemed more and more subdued as the date approached.
In answer to my question ” are you working that night?’ she answered, “Yes, have to. I own the joint”. I had suspected that but I had never asked and she had not volunteered the information until then.
Halloween night I dressed as Zorro. Soon after I arrived I took the mask off and transformed myself into an amiable vampire. Andrea was dressed as a bad science fiction movie space girl. She was stunning.
After my first beer Andrea called for me to follow her to a quiet table. I had been conned into being a judge for the costume contest and my two fellow judges and I needed to go over the procedures. It was pretty simple; we picked six regardless of gender and the audience voted on the best. After the meeting I walked around the bar making some preliminary notes on the best costumes and then made my way back to my stool.
I had already sat down before I noticed a lady in a Zorro-type outfit occupied the first stool. I made a remark to her about how we matched and signaled Andrea for a beer.
The lady next to me said, “actually I am Cat Woman and you are Zorro, but you are right, it is the same costume. By the way thanks for all the drinks.”
I was reaching for my beer when I saw the look on Andreas face as she stared at the lady. Absolutely stunned would not do justice to her expression.
I thought to myself “she looks like she’s seen a…”
What the lady had just said to me finally filtered into my brain. The hair on the back of my neck stood on end. I had to force myself to look back at her.
“Carla?” I asked.
She said, “Hi I like you. Lets fuck. We can do it here, nobody will mind.”
With that she moved silently and effortlessly onto my lap, her legs straddling mine. I had not even the slightest clue of a hard-on. She leaned her chest towards me and whispered, “Its OK, I can take care of it.”
With that I felt my dick rise and enter a pussy.
She sighed. “You know, I did not get to cum that last night. It is so bad to spend eternity on the edge of cumming but never getting there. Tonight you get to help me fix that.”
Carla was not moving, I was not moving, but my dick was furiously fucking something. I felt her cum. She radiated heat and I felt wetness on my crotch. Suddenly she was on her stool, sipping her drink.
“Thanks” she said to me. “I really needed that. And don’t worry; she won’t have you shot too. She loves you.”
The uncomprehending expression on my face made her laugh
“Hey, that asshole ex-husband of hers needed killing. Unfortunately we did not know a fucking thing about guns. We never expected the bullet to go through him and into me, did we baby?”
The last she said to Andrea who now seemed more irritated than anything else.
“I love you Carla. Shut the fuck up Carla” Andrea said.
Carla turned to me and said, “take Andrea home with you tonight. She is more than ready to fuck you but she also wants you to make love to her. She hopes you will be her last lover instead of me.”
A fanfare over the sound system announced the start of the costume contest. I welcomed the opportunity to move away and get a chance to think.
I quickly picked two contestants for the finals, the two ladies with the most flesh exposed. The guys in the audience gave me an ovation. As soon as the proceedings moved to the audience vote part I headed back to my corner.
I saw Andrea and Carla in a passionate embrace. The closer I got to them the less solid Carla’s body looked. By the time I arrived Carla had become a play of lights. I felt a kiss on a cheek. I thought I heard a goodbye.
Andrea was shaking, on the verge of tears. She called the other bartenders and said she needed to leave. They were to close up. I waited for her at the door to the office in the back. When she came outs he was a bit more composed. I took her to my house.
We were drinking coffee in my kitchen as Andrea completed the story.
“Carla and I were lovers. Fucking guys in the parking lot was her way of proclaiming her independence from me. Not that it mattered; we depended on each other completely. She just liked to fuck and I got off on the stories anyway.
My husband was presumed dead when a plane full of drugs he was flying crashed in the jungles of Panama. It turned out the bastard had stolen the drugs from the cartel and staged the crash so they would not come looking for him. For eight years he lived the good life from the money he made off the drugs. Then the money ran out.
He had a new identity by then and managed to come back here. I had used the insurance money from his “accidental” death to buy the bar. I love my bar, but he wanted part of it. He threatened to reveal to the insurance company that he was alive and that I would loose the bar. I knew that he could not really do that because if the cartel knew he was alive it would not be for long afterwards.
Then we caught him selling drugs at the bar.
Carla wanted to kill him herself. Instead I hired an old drunk that was a regular at the place to do the job. His fondest wish was to go to his old country to die. I bought him a plane ticket and gave him spending money so he could do just that.
We had it all set up. Carla was going to lure my ex outside with the promise of a fuck; the old man would shoot him while he had his pants down. Carla was going to wait a few minutes then start screaming bloody murder. By then the old man would be on his way to the airport, never to be seen again.
The mistake was with the gun. It was too powerful at close range. It killed Carla too. The old man would not have known since Carla was supposed to stay quiet for a while.
I did not know until I heard someone say there were two dead. I almost died that night too.”
“Are we going to see Carla again? ” I asked.
“Funny, she said she had been there every single night since that Halloween, Andrea answered. “That corner really was haunted. She loved that you bought her a drink every night you were there. She likes you a lot.
She wondered why you and I did not realize we were in love with each other.
Carla somehow knew that she would be visible tonight starting with the time she died, (about 11 PM), and ending at midnight. She wanted you to meet her. And true to her nature she wanted to fuck you before I did. She wanted to make love to me one last time and say goodbye. She did that too.
I guess it’s possible we will see her again, maybe on Halloween.
Now you know my biggest secrets. What happens now?”
I knew she was thinking about whether I going to turn her in to the cops. I was thinking of the line where Carla said we were in love with each other.
“Well”, I said, “we both need to take a shower. Fortunately my shower is big enough for both of us. Come here and let me help you get the costume off.”
We made it into the shower before losing control. One powerful kiss under the spray of hot water and Andrea turned her back to me, leaned forward placing her hands on the shower wall and growled “fuck me now”.
I grabbed her hips and slowly penetrated her from behind. I had every intention of going slow; I wanted the fuck to last, but there was no chance of that. It was a furious fuck, I rammed into her as hard I as I could, and she thrust back as hard as she could. Just as I worried that I would not last long enough for her she came hard and loud.
I managed to hold back and quickly spun her around. I pinned her back against the wall, lifted one of her legs up at the knee, and again penetrated her full force. I was fucking her like a maniac. She was holding on for dear life when another climax hit her. That triggered my own and our combined groans echoed in the bathroom.
I released her leg so she could put it down but Andrea kept it elevated until my slowly shrinking dick slid out of her pussy. We kissed and held each other so tightly that the water could not get between us.
Eventually we made it to my bed. Our emotional night and the power fuck left us drained. We fell asleep almost instantly.
The next morning I found myself alone in bed. I was on the verge of panic when the smell of coffee and bacon reached my nostrils. I let out a sigh of relief. Andrea was still here.
I quickly took a piss and brushed my teeth, noting that my toothbrush had just been used.
She was pouring two cups of coffee when I joined her in the kitchen. She was nude. By the time I got to the coffee cup I had a hard-on. She noticed.
“Good morning to both of you” she said. “Good morning to all of you” I answered.
We drank our coffee in silence and ignored the bacon. When we had each drained our cup we silently returned to the bed. She lay on her back, legs spread. I climbed between them and lowered my body to hers. She guided my dick to the entrance of her pussy and I slowly sank all the way in. I held my position and kissed her.
I started the long slow fuck I intended to do the previous night. I brought her to the edge a couple of times then slowed down, prolonging her pleasure and mine.
Then, in a quest for variety, I gave her three strong deep thrusts in succession. She came hard. I gave her time to enjoy and pulled out.
I slowly resumed kissing her as I moved myself down her body. When I arrived at her breast I worshipped them just as I had hoped to worship them all those months. She really like having her tits mauled and had a small cum from that.
In time I resumed my journey down her body. I nuzzled against her red pubic hair. I kissed her pussy lips and both thighs over and over. Her pussy was wide open. My dick had just been in there. A very pleasant thought.
Then I suddenly lost it. I devoured her pussy. Andrea reacted as if a thousand volts coursed through her body and a loud continuous wail escaped her lips. Climax after climax sent her body into spasms. I could not get enough. I was famished.
She stopped me by clamping her thighs against my head. I could just hear her begging, “No more please, no more.”
I gently kissed my way back up to her and draped myself to her side. She was breathing heavily. Her big tits looked like they were in the midst on an earthquake.
Finally she said, “That was intense. It has been a long time since I had that happen. Do you always eat pussy like that?”
“No”, I answered. I am more of a tease. I don’t know what came over me.”
Andrea said, ‘It has been over a year since I had an experience like that and…”
We both arrived at the same suspicion at the same time. In unison we said “Carla?” We thought we heard giggles.
Carla was right, Andrea and I both needed to fuck each other’s brains out and we needed to spend time loving each other. In time we knew we just simply needed each other.
I eventually accepted that I was in love with the accomplice to a murder. We were married at the bar the following Halloween. We started the ceremony at 11 PM in the hope Carla could make it. The program listed Carla as the Maid of Honor.
Shortly after the start of the wedding Carla appeared at the spot reserved for her. She beamed at us throughout the ceremony. It was obvious to me that Andrea and I were the only ones that could see her but several of our favorite people told us they knew she was there.
We had little chance to visit with Carla. Just before midnight she swooped to our spot and kissed us. Andrea started to apologize for not having much time to spend with her to which Carla replied, “don’t’ worry, I’ll see on the honeymoon”
Her essence faded into giggles as Andrea replied, “you wouldn’t dare.”
Eventually Andrea stopped working behind the bar and concentrated on the paperwork.
Carla would make her presence known at times but we only saw her for fifty five minutes on Halloween.
I cashed in my investments, took early retirement and appointed myself as the bar’s handyman. I painted, repaired, replaced and updated whatever needed it. I let loose an artistic bent I did not know I had.
Perhaps that wasn’t me.
Nevertheless it was fun for me and people did notice the improvements. But my most important job was to always, at the start of every evening, to remind whoever was working behind the bar to place a margarita on the rocks with two slices of lime on the side at Carla’s spot, the one next to the wall with the painting of a of Cat Woman.

Dedicated to Susan
Business was good, the money was not rolling in but we were more than comfortable. The permanent makeup side was so busy that Sally had to take on an artist dedicated to just doing the tattooed makeup.
I had been on several television programmes, showing my alternative look and been invited to attend well paid sessions with psychiatrists who wanted to analyse me.
We had bought a new car, a MG convertible, jet black of course, but most of all we were happy.
Time passes quickly when you get stuck into work and small minor changes happen, like I had taken out the eyebrow piercing’s and most of the genital ones, and the two out of my tongue, only the prince Albert was left. Sally had touched up the tattoo on the head of my dick a couple of times and it too was now jet black. It didn’t look very good when I was soft because it would look all wrinkly and dull, but when I was hard it went all tight and shinny, and the blackness would catch the light and give a white line of light down the entire curved line of the dome, depending how the light caught it. I had gone a little less sensitive since the dome was tattooed, but Sally didn’t mind because it meant the sex sessions would last even longer.
One evening we were at home watching telly and snacking out on junk food when Sally asked if I trusted her, I looked at her and burst out laughing, trust you I said, I would die for you, I love you so much it hurts, and as far as trusting you, if I had not trusted you would I have let you loose on my body with your needles and tattoo gun? There was silence for a few minutes and still looking deep into her beautiful eyes I said, “yes of course I trust you, WHY”? Sally gave me a soft gentle kiss on my lips and said tomorrow you’ll find out, and started to watch telly again.
It was two o’clock in the afternoon and Sally still hadn’t told me what she had in mind, when Carol walked in, Hi Dave, Hi Sally she said and asked Sally if there was anyone left in the shop, Sally said no one, and told Carol to lock the door. Soon Sally and Carol were standing in front of me side by side as if we were in a wrestling competition and it was those two versus me. “Strip” Sally said, and lie down on the table face upwards, two minutes later I was stark bollock naked on the table and Sally and carol came towards me and Carol picked up my dick and Sally started drawing on it. A tattoo I thought on my dick, what will it be, where will it start and end, how will it contrast with my shinny black dome. Sally drew all around my dick from the very tip to the very base. Do you want a cup of tea Dave, Carol asked, I was about to get my dick tattooed and she asks me if I want a cup of tea. No thanks I replied. Sally looked up at me, smiled, and said no need to shave you and started laughing. I was of course body bald from all of the laser treatments.
Sally started to rub my dick up and down getting me aroused and then carefully washed my dick with some solution to kill the germs and taking great care not to wash whatever it was that she had drawn off, then dried it.
I lay there staring at the ceiling waiting for the pain to start when carol came to my side and started kissing me, she pushed her tongue into my mouth, once again tattooed lips onto tattooed lips, just the thought of it kept me hard, and then the tattooing started, first at the very head of my dick going all the way round, then a little lower and then again a little lower until Sally had reached the very base of my dick. She then swapped needles and started tattooing at the top mf my dick again and I knew she was colouring me in.
Carol removed her lips and turned to Sally and said, “did you know he has taken out his tongue studs”. Sally said yes and not to worry she has something planned for me that I wouldn’t be able to change. The constant buzz of the tattoo gun filled the air as Sally relentlessly tattooed on. You’re bleeding a lot Dave she said and told Carol to stop getting me excited, the outline had been completed so even when I was soft the skin could be stretched and coloured in with no problem. The problem was that I was still hard and there was no sign of me getting softer. Sally stood up and walked over to where we kept the piercing equipment and said that she had planned on waiting a week or so but she may as well get started now. She came to me and blindfolded me so that I would not get a sneak preview of the tattoo on my dick. I sat up and she told me to keep quiet and to stick out my tongue, I thought nice one Carol, she’s going to pierce my tongue again. I felt the forcep type clamps squeeze my tongue but they were much further back this time, and then the needle was pushed through, instead of sliding a bar through she moved the clamp a little further forward on my tongue and pierced me again. She didn’t put a bar inside this one either, but kept on piercing my tongue all the way forward until I had a row of needled all the way along from the very tip back to just past the middle part. My heart was pounding, it had been a long time since I had been so nervous.
Sally slid a bar through the first one at the tip and removed the needle and then screwed the ball onto the end, then she worked her way backwards until she had completed all of my tongue. As I pulled my tongue back into my mouth I felt the dryness drag and then the steel of the balls hit the upper and lower teeth one by one as the balls came in and the coldness on the roof of my mouth and on the floor of my mouth. I was trying to count how many times I had been pierced by sliding my tongue over my teeth, one, two three…..seven times. The tattooing started again but I hardly noticed, my tongue was heavy and it didn’t feel right having so much metal in a perfectly straight line along my tongue, straight line, why a straight line, I was puzzled. I lay down and the blindfold was removed, I saw Carol come towards me and again slid her tongue into my mouth and after exploring every ball with her tongue she said “that’s better” and I looked at her and she smiled and made a kissing movement with her lips and blew me a kiss. I could start to feel my tongue swell, and knew it was going to be hard to eat and talk for a while until the swelling went down and I god used to the weight of the studs.
Sally just kept on tattooing me round and round my dick, she worked quickly but nevertheless it was a big area to cover and she was always so precise and never risked a poor performance through rushing.
I felt her slowly but surely work her way down and round, until she eventually reached the base of my dick. “There finished” she said, she wiped the last few drops of blood off me and said do you want to have a look? I tried to say yes but my tongue was swollen quite badly by now so I just nodded. As I leaned up and looked down I saw my cock had been covered on bright bands of colour that wrapped around, it was as if my cock had been dipped in various coloured paint pots at different heights each band was about a quarter of an inch wide. Blue, Red, Green, Black, Yellow, all placed against each other so as to contrast with each other. There’s one more surprise for you yet Dave, Sally said. As I looked at it, the life started to come back into it and the swelling from the tattooing was huge, it looked as if my dick was two sizes bigger, Carol looked at Sally and said it’s a pity its not that size normally and they both giggled. They didn’t tell me what the last surprise was but I found out later that night.
We were lying in bed, Sally was asleep, but I couldn’t fall to sleep, the excitement of the day kept me awake, along with my aching cock and my hugely swollen tongue, it was dark and I pulled the quilt back when I saw that the ink that she used in the tattooing that day was glowing, FUCKIN HELL, I thought, she’s used luminous ink. I just lay there staring in darkness at my glowing cock, the different coloured striped easily visible, I could not see my hand because of the darkness but could clearly make out the shadows of my fingers passing between my cock and eye vision. I watched as it grey again, and I gently took a grasp, and as I did the tenderness was there, preventing me from playing with myself, so I just lay there with the quilt down below my waist and my glowing cock proud in the air. I have to admit that I liked it, it was different, I was different.
I received no sexual release for over a week, it was too risky Sally said, but soon we were at it again except this time I took Sally doggy style. I was kneeling behind her with my multi coloured cock in front and erect, and I slowly pulled my foreskin back to reveal the shinny black tattooed dome, the ring that hung behind made a great contrast and gently but surely I entered her, I saw the rings disappear into her one by one, and then out again, just the sight on my ringed dick nearly made me cum, but again the sex was great, soon I was down between her legs giving her oral, I was licking her clit and sliding the steel balls over and over her, until she came, she said that the sensation was great, and soon she was giving me head, again I watched the rings disappear into her mouth only to emerge again a little shinier as the saliva helped brighten up the colour. She had pulled back my foreskin and was licking my shiny black dome and playing with my ring, I could hold back no longer and as I came she pulled back slightly and I saw my shiny black dome erupt over her lips and drip back down onto my cock. She was soon licking every last drop off, and as usual she came to my mouth and spilled the remnants into my mouth. I had taken a likening to the taste of my own cum and the thought of drinking it didn’t seem to bother me anymore.
The tongue was swelled quite badly for over two weeks, but sure enough the swelling started to go down until finally it was back to normal, normal except for the row of seven studs in it, and the fact that I could hardly talk.
The days went by and the weeks and soon it was three months down the line, my cock had received three lots of touch ups because I had lost a few areas of colour and was now completely tattooed without a single area of natural coloured skin.
Sally had told me that Carol was coming round later that day to help her with my tongue, what are you going to do I asked, oh you’ll see later, don’t worry.
There I was wondering if I was going to have more piercing’s, or different types of studs when Carol came in, she came straight to me and again started to kiss me, she loved the feeling of the steel balls of my tongue on hers and once even admitted the thought of her tattooed lips on my tattooed lips got her aroused. Sally never complained about our kissing and even encouraged it but I couldn’t figure out why.
I was told to sit down at the kitchen table and Carol started to remove the studs, but instead of placing them on the table she threw them into the waste bin. I saw no new studs and was wondering what was going to happen when Sally came to me and started to thread some very thin nylon line through my tongue, I could feel it pass through one hole and then the next one to it, then she formed a knot and pulled it tight, she then double knotted it and repeated this all the way along the tongue until my tongue was laced with line all the way along, the knots were on the upper side and scraped the roof of my mouth. When she had finished she trimmed the line so it was quite short and hardly rubbed. I tried to ask her why she had done this but with the tightness of my tongue bondage, I couldn’t make any sense.
It was as if nothing had happened Carol made us all a drink and we sat there, me listening and Sally and Carol chatting away talking about what else they could do but I was focusing on my constricted tongue, trying to figure out what it was they were doing to me. “Dave”, Sally said, How would you like breasts, I sat there silent, unable to speak and even if I could I don’t know what I would have said, so I just shrugged my shoulders as if to say I don’t know.
It was weird, I had lost control of my own body, they could and would do what ever they wanted to me, I was powerless.
It only took a week to see why they had tied line between the holes of my tongue, I woke up on the Sunday morning with a strange sensation in my mouth and little bite of line loose floating around my mouth. I put my finger to my mouth and felt inside and found that my tongue had divided into two halves, I pulled the line away and looked at it, on top of my black index finger was a tiny knot of line. The line had been tightened to cut off the blood flow and help split two holes into one, and so as each hole was joined the hole grew dramatically in size until the tongue was in two halves. I said nothing to Sally about it that day until we were sitting down to watch telly in the evening and I started to kiss her, she nearly jumped out of the seat then she first had the feeling of one half of my tongue on the top of hers and the other half below. I could make each side of my tongue work independently and I loved it.
Next who knows, breasts maybe, tell me what you want, you never know.

I’m not just a librarian, I’m also a vampire LARPer. I know, I know, but at least I’m not into UNIX, OK? This story involves two characters from my current campaign, and credit where credit is due. My friend Hanna suggested I should do a story about her character, Lee de Forest, and she has written the character background and made many suggestions about how I should handle the character in the story. Some very minor changes have been made to ensure the story will be admitted to Literotica. She has also read and commented the story several times. Thanks, Hanna! The other character, Andy Black, from whose POV the story is told is of course my own. And no, in-game events did not transpire as described. At least, not yet…
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It was the sound of the underworld: intermittent dripping, scraping noises from rats and other creatures, the clang of a grate closing in the distance or the rattle from an underground train, all underscored by a deep rumble of uncertain origin.
Andy walked towards the heavy steel door at the other end of the corridor, three crates of beer in his hands. As he nudged the door open he could feel, more than hear, the heavy thump from the dance floor one level up. These were the last crates to be brought in from the delivery truck, and his shift in the supply rooms were almost up. He put the crates down with the others, waved to Reggie and went back to change out of the work clothes.
He had lost track of how many of these underground parties he had helped organize, he had been doing it even before he moved to this city. Sometimes they were illegal rock clubs, sometimes they were “fund raisers” for some cause or other, usually on the far side of the law, and sometimes, like tonight, they were rave parties. Privately he preferred rock music, but there was something to be said for the rhythmic electronic rumble of the raves, as well.
It was after a gig like this, just over a year ago, that the thing had happened, the thing that changed his life forever. Or ended it, however you wanted to see it. He had just packed up after working the door at an underground rock club, and was on his way home when he became aware that somebody was following him. This wasn’t the first time, especially when he had been working the door as opposed to the bar or the floor. He had assumed that it was one of the punters he had ejected that evening who had come around for some payback. He had slipped into an alley, pulled out his telescopic baton and waited. But when the attack came, it came from behind, a heavy blow to the back of the head and then darkness.
He had woken up in a state of panic, in complete blackness and with dirt filling his eyes, nose and mouth. All he could hear was the grating of his own frantic movements. At first, he was completely unable to move, but as the panic started to rise it was drowned by another feeling: Rage. Somebody had attacked him, knocked him out and attempted to bury him alive? This had filled him with a fury he had never felt before in his life, and what seemed like only moments later he had burst through the soil and stormed off in a red cloud of rage.
When he had regained his senses some time later, he found himself kneeling on the ground next to the torn and bloodied corpse of a nigh watchman, his hands and face covered in blood. At first, he had been shocked to discover that the source of the blood on his face was a deep gash in the night watchman’s throat, but then the need for secrecy took over. He had dragged the corpse back to where he had burst through the soil, in what appeared to be a construction site, and dropped it into the hole he himself had emerged from. He had cleaned himself off as best he could in a nearby tub of water, and went home.
It had taken him several months to adjust to his new condition; his inability to go out during the day was not so much of a problem, he usually went out at night anyway. It was the feeding that bothered him. He could no longer eat ordinary food, but found that he required human blood more or less regularly or he would grow weak and irritable. At one time, he nearly lost control and assaulted a couple of guys who were fighting outside a club, just because the smell of a nosebleed made him ravenous. He found some advantages as well, however: He found that he was a lot stronger and faster than before, and after a while he figured out that if he concentrated just right he could defuse a fight before it even broke out, just by talking to the involved people in a calm voice, suggesting some peaceful solution. He had been quite good at talking down males rearing for a fight before, but this new trick worked almost every time, regardless of how drunk or drugged-up the people were. He could only assume that it was one of the perks with his “condition”.
He had watched enough vampire movies to be able to figure out most of the do-s and don’t-s, but he quickly understood that a lot of the stuff in the movies was bunk. For instance, he had no control whatsoever over rats or other animals, he couldn’t turn into mist or a bat or anything else for that matter… and religious symbols were just as meaningless to him now as before.
The summer came, and made his life difficult as the sun set later and later every evening. He had found out the hard way that sunlight burned him like fire, and he had had to sunproof his small flat with plastic bags, gaffer tape and spray-paint to be able to continue using it. That didn’t matter much, since it was in a building marked for demolition, but it made people a bit suspicious when they came to visit.
Then, by the end of July, he was approached by a group of people, who turned out to be others like him, other vampires. At first he got scared of them, since his first meeting with his own kind had ended in him getting smashed across the head and buried at a construction site, but after a while he realized that these were probably not the same ones that had turned him the year before, but a completely different set. They offered to teach him things, and protect him if he needed it, if he would join them. So, he did.
Now, a few months later, he was meeting with his new friends regularly, and working nights with his old friends whenever there were people wanting to dance or drink the night away without the eye of the authorities watching them too closely. He had learned to spot the ones who could supply him with a little blood without missing it, and to take enough to sustain him but not enough to get the donor in trouble. He had also learned how to spot other bloodsuckers, even those he didn’t know, and he spent his nights looking out for careless feeders who by sheer incompetence could expose their existence, a carefully hidden secret, to the living.
This night, he was a little excited. He was hoping to find one of his new friends, Lee, in the crowd upstairs. She looked like she was no older than eighteen, but she was in fact quite a few years older than him, in vampire terms at least. She had come from Greece a couple of months earlier, because her mentor had decided it was time she saw the world. Andy was still getting to know her, but he knew that she was originally from London and had moved with her mentor to Greece after she was made into a vampire. He was a little unsure about her, because sometimes she acted very mature and assertive, and sometimes, in some situations, she became almost childlike.
The first time they had seen each other had been on a rave like this one. He had been working the floor, moving around among the dancing crowd picking up beer mugs, bottles and, now and then, party-goers who had collapsed on the floor or at tables. One of the side rooms had been used as a “make-out corner”, with dimmed lights, curtains on the walls and old mattresses thrown on the floor. This room was especially important to keep free of broken glass. In the middle of his shift, he stepped in to clear out mugs and bottles, and immediately smelled blood in the air. In a matter of moments he identified the source: a knot of three people writhing in the far corner. Two of them were clearly mortal, but the third was just as clearly not. She was dressed much like all the other ravers in the warehouse, in extremely baggy black pants and a tight-fitting black top with a swirly print, but unlike the others she had her teeth buried in the throat of another girl, who appeared to be thoroughly enjoying herself. The other participant was a boy of indeterminate age, who seemed completely absorbed with fondling the mortal girl’s breasts through her top.
Andy had never seen the female vampire before, but was worried that she would drink her donor a little too deep. They didn’t need that kind of attention. He inconspicuously made some noise with the crate he carried around to put empty bottles in, and the vampire looked up at him, her reddish hair falling across her face. Their eyes met, and she neatly licked the twin punctures closed. Andy winked at her, and went about his business.
Later, he found out that she was older than him and knew very well how not to kill her donor, as well as a few other things that he hadn’t learned yet. They had realized that they were both into underground parties, albeit from different angles, and had started a tenuous friendship. As it turned out, she was born as a mortal a few years after Andy, but as a vampire a few years before, and she had apparently had a rather unusual upbringing. She hadn’t revealed many details about it to Andy, but sometimes he got the feeling that she had spent a lot of time on the street. She had also worked at a zoo or maybe a veterinarian, but she was reluctant to talk about how she got from there to Greece, or how she became a vampire.
Andy pulled off the grimy sweater and workmen’s pants, put on some deodorant (he didn’t really sweat anymore, but the work clothes weren’t very clean and he wanted to feel a bit fresh) and got into his selected outfit for the night. He was going to wear a black semi-transparent sleeveless T-shirt, a black kilt that reached his knees and knee-high leather boots with buckles. After being filled with dancing people for a few hours, the warehouse was getting very warm and it would look suspicious if he wore too much clothes. He stuffed a pair of black rubber gloves in one of the pockets on the kilt and went up the stairs to the main dance floor.
The music was deafening compared to the relative silence of the backstage area, as it would be to anyone, vampire or mortal, but his acute senses were also assaulted by the heady scent of hundreds of steaming bodies cavorting madly around him. The smell of… food. He felt his sharp canine teeth stir in his mouth and start to extend, but with an effort of will he forced them to retract. Experience had taught him to hunt and feed before work, to avoid the temptation to drain some unfortunate party-goer completely in a hallway. Even after a year he still felt unnerved by this sensation, by the fact that the people around him, who thought he was one of them, were now in fact his prey, and he was the hunter.
Andy went over to the nearest bar, nodded to Steve who was serving drinks, picked up an empty crate and started his rounds. His job for the next hour consisted of picking up empty bottles from the floor and any other surface, and sweeping up broken glass to keep people from hurting themselves. He moved through the crowd with a grace he hadn’t possessed before, dodging between the dancing bodies despite the crate clutched in his left hand. As he watched the dancers in the gloom, intersected by the sharp strobe light, he became aware of the differences separating him from them. They were here to satisfy one set of urges, he to satisfy a completely different set. The yawning gulf of alienation grew wider, until he shook his head to get rid of these thoughts. Instead he tried to focus on the music and the rhythm of stamping feet and bouncing bodies, and managed to push the feelings away, at least for a while.
Then he became aware of the looks he was getting, looks of appreciation from members of the crowd. While he knew that he was reasonably handsome he had found that it had become easier to attract this kind of attention since his “rebirth”, and it hadn’t taken long for him to figure out the use he could put it to. To his dismay, he had found that while his powers of attraction had increased, his desire for anything but blood had all but disappeared. He still remembered what arousal felt like, and that helped him pretend, but the mortal flesh held no appeal to him now other than as a vessel for the Blood.
The hour of his shift ended, and he deposited the last crate of empty bottles at the bar. The rest of the night was his own to dispose as he saw fit. The chore of pulling plugs and hauling boxes of equipment belonged to someone else this time. He had seen a couple of his bloodsucker friends in the warehouse, but he still hadn’t seen Lee so he went to look around again. He had expected to see her here tonight, but it was of course possible that she hadn’t been able to give Sebastian, her new mentor, the slip. He was a pleasant, older man, slightly quirky and extremely religious, but Lee loved him like the father she never had, it seemed.
A woman in tight-fitting, brightly UV-reactive clothes and a set of magnificently long dreadlocks nudged up against him as he tried to pass her, smiled and put her arms on his shoulders. He smiled back, put his hands on her hips and moved in step with her for a few moments before breaking contact and moving away with a wink. As long as he didn’t have to talk to anyone he felt rather confident, and besides it never hurt to fan the sparks of attraction now and then. She might make a useful donor some time. Another dancer who Andy vaguely recognized, a young man this time, caught his eye and earned himself a quick hug. Andy now remembered feeding from the kid a month earlier while giving him a hand job. A shouted greeting in his ear, and Andy moved away again.
At last, as he entered one of the smaller rooms in the back of the warehouse, Andy spotted Lee just as a bright red spotlight illuminated her and separated her from the rest of the crowd. He felt his insides stir in anticipation, and stopped short just inside the door to watch. She was dancing wildly in a small gaggle of others, all of them dancing around her as if trying to display themselves to her. He recognized one or two as more or less regular dance partners, but this time it looked like none of them were succeeding in getting her attention.
She wore her usual enormous baggy pants and a slim top with a Chakra glyph that glowed red in the UV light. Her red hair was augmented by red plastic tubes, also UV-reactive, creating a bouncing halo around her. Andy stood still for a few minutes, just admiring the scenery. He had always enjoyed being in a dancing crowd, gliding between the thrashing bodies, but he had never quite felt comfortable with dancing himself. As he watched Lee’s catlike grace it was perfectly clear to him why the young people around her were preening so, next to offering themselves to her. He probably would have done the same, had he been mortal still.
He was a little puzzled by the fact that Lee seldom, or never for as far as he knew, used sex to hunt. They both moved in the underground party culture, and they both looked good enough that sex was easily available, something Andy had taken advantage of already before he was made into a vampire. Afterwards, when he discovered that his sex drive was nothing more than a reflex or an echo, he still used it to gain access to blood. The first time he had seen Lee, she had been involved in a three-way makeout session, and this was apparently as far as she was willing to go. Andy agreed that this was sometimes easier and quicker than going all the way, but while he had understood that the sensation of being fed upon carried its own kind of ecstasy to the mortals, actually getting that far was a lot easier if the donor was already preoccupied. And besides, he still had all the necessary nerve endings, and with the proper concentration he could still achieve something like an orgasm, which was a bonus if nothing else. Whenever he asked her why she avoided such an effective hunting technique she would hesitate or change the subject.
The sound from the massive speakers was nearly beyond hearing by now; it could rather be felt as a pounding vibration throughout the body. Andy put on his most arrogant attitude and walked right into the small knot of mortals surrounding the red-headed vampire girl. He planted himself immediately in front of her, and for a moment he was the only thing in the room not moving. She then opened her eyes, made an “O” face, and threw herself at him in a fierce hug that he answered just as fiercely, smiling broadly.
“Andy!” she shouted over the music. “I was afraid I’d missed you tonight!”
“What, you thought I wouldn’t come looking?” he shouted back. “Think again, love! So, you finally managed to sneak away from old Sebastian?”
She gave him a mock-bashful look, nodded and then winked. He laughed, and as she resumed dancing he tried to follow as best he could, drawing jealous looks from her human admirers. The next couple of hours they lost in the sea of bodies, in the storm of sound.
*******
They were walking through an underground parking garage, heading for Andy’s battered old car. Lee had put on a long coat in black with red piping, and Andy was still in his kilt, having only pulled on his leather jacket on top of his thin shirt. He carried his work clothes in a duffle bag. Although he knew the sky was still black outside, he could feel dawn coming, and was anxious to get home.
“So, are you getting picked up or do I give you a ride?” He asked Lee.
“Uh, no, I’m not getting picked up, and…” She hesitated. “Look, do you have a spare room or something? Sebastian and I had a bit of a row before I came here, and I don’t feel like going back there tonight. I texted him and said I’d be back tomorrow evening, and by the time he figures out how to check his mobile phone it will be dawn.”
“A row? Huh… Well no, I don’t have any spare room exactly, but the bedroom is secure and so is the bathroom, you can have whichever you want.”
She lit up immediately. “Great! It’ll be fun to see how you live, anyway!”
“Uh, yeah… about that… I’m afraid the place isn’t very tidy…”
She just laughed and ran ahead to the car.
*******
Andy unlocked the door to his small flat, and motioned for Lee to step inside. He had expected her to frown at the flaking paint and rat turds in the staircase, but she had hardly glanced at it. She just stepped over the stinking garbage bags as if it was completely natural to her. While his flat was in no way neat it was certainly much cleaner than the staircase, not that that was particularly difficult to achieve. Andy watched Lee walk with a catlike gait into the small room that served as living room and kitchen. That room wasn’t sunproofed, and they could see a slight pink glow appear along the eastern horizon. Andy could feel the heavy drowsiness that heralded the approach of dawn as surely as any glow in the sky, and Lee was also moving sluggishly. Still, she walked over to the window and looked out over the sodium-lit motorway a few blocks away.
The room itself was almost barren, despite its small size. The only furniture was a scratched fake leather sofa, an unmatched table and a low bench with a small TV set and a portable CD player. The corners were strewn with old newspapers and a little laundry, and the windowsill was decorated with the corpses of a few flies.
“I’d advice against sleeping on the sofa,” Andy said. “That leaves the bed or the bathtub. They’re both… reasonably clean. Actually, why don’t I take the bathroom, the bed is a bit more comfortable after all.”

My name is Nathan. I’m a twenty year old college student on the Northwest. I’m a junior now and English major. My best friend, Amy, is an English major too but she’s a couple years behind me in school. Even though she’s younger we’ve always been best friends, even since we were playmates living just across the street from each other and going to elementary school together. Amy just started going to the same college as me so we decided to get an apartment and live together. I’ve always had feelings for her ever since we started to mature into our teens, but I’ve always kept them secret.
She and I have dated other people and held each other while we cried or laughed at the problems of our respective love lives. We’ve never considered seriously dating, but I cherish every moment with her. We’ve hugged and kissed on the lips – we do frequently, in fact – calling them our “friend kisses.” When I feel her full sensual lips against mine I often get hard instantly, and I have to try my hardest to hide it from her.
Amy is the most beautiful girl I’ve ever laid eyes on. She’s five feet and three inches tall – petite and adorable and incredibly sexy. She’s thin, athletic, and toned. She’s got short red hair which she always has straightened and curled outward at the ends. Her eyes are dark green and she’s got full pouting lips that I’ve often fantasized about being wrapped around my cock. She has bronzed skin which fits her nicely. Her tits fill out a c-cup with just enough spilling out to make me drool over her when she’s not paying attention. Her hips and legs have perfect curves and her ass is full, round and soft – the perfect “heart-shaped” ass. Every other woman I’ve ever seen has been compared to her. I’ve never seen Amy naked but I’ve imagined her that way countless times.
Since she’s moved in, my cock has been aching for release. Even after masturbating constantly while fantasizing about fucking her in every position imaginable, fucking her mouth and her tits, or cumming on her face, I’ve still been aching to actually act out these fantasies. Her behavior doesn’t exactly help things either. Since she’s moved in, she’s started to get more relaxed around me now that we live together. When she’s bumming around in the evening, she wears a black sports bra which lifts and separates her tits perfectly and advertises her cleavage. She wears nothing over the bra, and also wears one of a few different bottoms which drive me wild.
Sometimes she wears a loose pair of black sweat pants which hand perfectly over the curves of her ass, accentuating it nicely. She’s taken the draw string out of them “to make them more loose and comfy” she says. However, all it makes the sweats do is slide down over her hips and nearly fall off. She has to pull them back up constantly, and I’ve seen them fall down enough several times to glimpse the crack of her ass. In other words, they slid down far enough to tell me she wasn’t wearing any panties.
When she comes back from working out at the nearby gym, she leaves on her tights in the evenings, which she wears shorts over at the gym. However, I get the privilege of seeing her in those tights without the shorts over them. They fit so tightly it’s like a second skin. I can see every curve and contour of her perfect ass. The crease of her ass rises and falls against each thigh with every step she takes. Her ass jiggles slightly with every step – the perfect soft round ass.
The best of all though, is the shorts she sometimes wears. They’re so tight and revealing they might as well be panties but she calls them her “shorties.” They’re gray athletic jogging shorts that are several sizes too small for her. Amy wears them unabashed around the apartment in front of me. They ride up into the crack of her ass and cover only half of each ass cheek. The waist band is so low that I can almost see the crack of her ass emerging form the top. In the front, its cut so low that I can tell she must shave her pussy at least most of the way clean. Not only is she certainly not wearing panties under these but I get to watch the bare bottom of her ass sway and jiggle with every step she takes around the apartment. I’ve sat in the living room pretending to watch television for over an hour once while I watched her clean the kitchen in these “shorties.”
I loved my chance to see more of Amy, but my cock was in pain all the time. I needed to have her but was afraid to voice my feelings. What if she felt different? Then our friendship would be destroyed. I resigned myself to fantasizing about her wildly and masturbating.
One Friday night, Amy was going out to a part down the street at a Frat house. I was staying in to catch up on some reading as I was getting too far behind. “You sure you don’t want to come?” she asked from her room across the hall as she dressed to go out.
“Yeah, I’m sure. Thanks for the invite though, hon,” I replied.
“No problem,” she said. “Can you come in here for a second? I need your help with something.”
I dutifully got up and meandered into her room. I saw her standing in front of her full length mirror checking herself out. She was dressed to kill. She was wearing a tight black spaghetti strap tank top which was cut so low her nipples were almost exposed. Her tits were spilling out of it and – of course – she was wearing no bra. Her tits jiggled and bounced as she turned to smile at me. I smiled back, gulping as discreetly as possible and sitting on the edge of the bed to hide my growing erection. She was also wearing a short denim skirt which came only an inch at most below her ass. Her long toned and bronzed legs were accented nicely by the heels she was wearing.
“What do you need, hon?” I asked trying to hide my frayed nerves.
“I was just wondering what you thought about how I looked,” she replied.
I smiled and said, “You look amazing as usual, hon.”
“Aw, thanks, sweetie,” she said and grinned really big. “Do you think this top makes my tits look nice?” she asked as she reached up and squeezed them, lifted them, and let them fall and bounce.
I gulped audibly and said, “Yeah, hon. They look great.” I checked out her tits again now that I had an excuse but I felt like she was surely going to be onto me.
She laughed, “You don’t have to stare too long,” and winked. “What about the skirt? Look nice?”
I simply nodded and smiled nervously.
She asked, “Do you think I should wear panties under it?”
My jaw must have dropped a little bit. “Don’t you have any panties on now?” I asked.
“Nope. I hate panties. I almost never wear them. But this skirt is so short I thought maybe I should. Especially since I’m going to a frat party. What do you think?”
My dick was swelling. She never wore panties? I had to masturbate as soon as she left. She was turning me on so much, it was cruel. “I think you should probably wear some, just to be safe at the party,” I finally said after a moment of thought.
“Okay,” she said, “come pick a pair out for me.” She opened the top drawer of her dresser and walked off to start applying some more make-up in the bathroom just outside her door. She left me to look through her panty drawer alone. I walked over to it and looked inside, finding – true to her word – a scarce selection. She didn’t have much underwear to choose from since she rarely wore any. But what she did have was nothing but thongs and – more frequently – g-strings. I sorted through them licking my lips.
I picked out a sheer black g-string and carried it to her in the bathroom. I nearly stumbled when I saw her bent over the counter applying bright red lipstick. She was bent over far enough that the bottom of her ass was peaking out from under her skirt. She looked over at me and smiled, apparently not noticing.
“Uh, you might want to be careful about how you bend over at the party,” I said smiling.
Amy laughed and giggled, standing up straighter and pulling her skirt down. “Oh, sorry, sweetie,”
she said as she laughed. “Have something for me?”
I held out the sheer g-string.
“Oooh, nice choice,” she said as she took it from my hands and bent over – facing me – to put it on. I looked down her top while she bent over to admire her tits, which literally almost spilled out as she put her thong on. I briefly imagined my cock sliding back and forth between her tits while she sucked the head. She stood up straight and pulled the thong all the way up, giving me a nice glimpse of her legs but not quite of her pussy. “I love sheer thongs,” she said. “Good thing I shave down there, then, huh?” she laughed.
I gulped audibly again and told her to be careful at the party and have fun. I gave her a hug being careful not to press my erection against her and give myself away. “Love you, hon,” I said, kissing her gently on the lips.
“Love you too, sweetie,” she said and bounced out the door.
As soon as she was gone I locked the door and went back into her room. The panty drawer was still open and I sorted through it some more, admiring some of the lacey things inside and imagining them on her. I felt something misshapen underneath the stack of thongs at the end of the drawer and lifted the panties on top aside to find out what it was. To my surprise, I discovered a vibrator and a squeeze bottle of lubricant. My cock got hard instantly. There was a baggie next to the vibrator with alternate tips which could be added onto the vibrator for different kinds for stimulation or even for penetration. My hand slid inside the waist of my athletic shorts and I instantly started stroking my cock.
I searched frantically at the bottom of the drawer for anything else and found a few porn DVDs. I immediately slipped one into her DVD player and took the tube of lubricant out as I slid my pants and shirt off. I lay down on Amy’s bed, surrounded by the smell of her, and started to masturbate with her lube as I watched her porn. My cock was swollen and aching. I couldn’t take much more teasing from Amy.
As I masturbated, I imagined the people in the porn were Amy and I, fucking like animals, getting out all of our animal aggression and lust in one monstrous fuck. I imagined it was me cumming on Amy’s face after fucking her in four different positions. I continued to stroke my cock until I was close to cumming. When I was, I reached over and pulled a pair of red lacey thong panties from Amy’s drawer and wrapped them around the head of my cock. I kept stroking it faster and faster, moaning Amy’s name and imagining it was me in the porno about to blast a load across her stomach and tits. At the same moment the woman in the porn was covered in cum, I started to squirt jet after jet of cum into Amy’s panties. They felt instantly soaked wet, as I kept cumming for a full minute. My jizz was literally dripping from them. I took them from her room and tossed them into the bottom of my hamper. I decided I would keep them later as a souvenir.
I replaced everything in Amy’s drawer as best I could and gathered my clothes off of her floor, tossing them into my hamper as well. I slid into my bed naked – which is how I always slept – and turned off the light. I lay awake thinking about Amy. She wasn’t as innocent as I used to imagine her, but that didn’t detract from my attraction. It only made me want her more.
Neither one of us was dating anyone at the time, and this thought – coupled with many others of lust and desire – drifted across my mind that night. They contributed, I think, to my eventual increase in bravery where flirting and carrying on with Amy was concerned.

The whole thing was my husband’s idea.
We had reached the point in our marriage that I finally felt comfortable telling him about my long-held bisexual feelings, about how I craved the touch and feel and taste of another woman. I was relieved when he gave me his immediate approval and support, though I wasn’t really surprised. We had a rock-solid relationship and after almost 20 years of marriage, I knew full well how much Mike loved me and how much my happiness meant to him.
Right away, he had taken it upon himself to find a woman for me. We discussed my requirements–bi not lesbian, someone in her 30’s or 40’s who was married or in a committed relationship and who lived not too far from us in Southern California–and my preferences. I preferred a woman who was smart, funny, good natured, attractive and feminine looking. And who had big breasts. Really big, natural breasts, like mine, to satisfy the serious big-tit fetish I’d been harboring for years.
It was a tall order but Mike was confident it could be filled. He researched local personal classifieds and numerous online dating services before deciding on a large, reputable online service. I registered and posted a picture of myself and within a matter of days had begun a correspondence with a woman named Andrea who fit the bill almost perfectly. As our online relationship developed over the next several weeks, I came to feel that she could be more than just a playmate and my first femme lover. I thought she might actually be my female soulmate.
During this time, Mike and I were having some of the best sex of our married lives. While we made love, he would graphically describe what Andrea was going to do to my body and I would tell him what he could expect to see me do to hers. Mike found the idea of watching me with another woman, especially another huge-breasted woman, to be incredibly exciting and he was anxiously looking forward to it.
Unfortunately, it didn’t happen. Andrea and her husband never showed up for the arranged first meeting at a restaurant half way between our homes. I was frantic with worry (were they involved in a car crash on the way to the restaurant? did one of them have a sudden attack of appendicitis?), and I dashed off an e-mail to Andrea as soon as Mike and I returned home that night. She never answered my message. We hadn’t yet exchanged telephone numbers so I couldn’t call her, but I remembered she once mentioned where she worked. The following morning I phoned her workplace and was informed the company had no employee, past or present, by that name.
I was devastated. I had been completely–and probably naively–open and honest with Andrea, and I assumed that she was being equally truthful with me. But after days turned into weeks and she still did not answer my repeated messages, I had to accept the fact that our relationship was over. Mike suspected “Andrea” was really a man, one unusually tuned in to the female psyche, who told me everything I had wanted to hear. He reminded me of the slight discrepancies in some of the things she had told me about herself, which in my state of excitement I had chosen to ignore, and of the fact that she had sent so few personal photos although I had sent her many.
Disappointed, disillusioned, discouraged–I was a mess, though I tried not to show it. Despite Mike’s best efforts, I simply could not get back in the saddle and set about finding another woman. It was then he decided that we needed to take a vacation. He suggested Lake Tahoe, where we had honeymooned so many years before and which held so many fond memories for us, and I agreed.
The drive up to the lake was long but pleasant, filled with more genuine conversation than we’d had in quite a while. Thankfully, Mike had avoided the still-painful topic of Andrea the entire trip. As we neared our destination, he seemed to grow steadily more quiet. Something was on his mind but I didn’t question him, leaving him to his thoughts and forcing mine in any direction other than Andrea’s.
We were within half a mile of our turnoff when Mike decided to share. “You know,” he said, giving a little cough to clear his throat, “there’s a reason I wanted us to vacation here instead of someplace else.”
“And that is…?”
“Because of what’s located up here.” He shifted slightly in his seat and stole a sideways glance at me. “I, uh, I had an idea about something we could do while we’re in Tahoe. Or, I should say, in Nevada.” Mike fell silent as he guided the car west onto the highway that would take us to the alpine lake.
I waited until he had made the transition before asking, “So what’s your idea?”
“Going to a–no, wait a minute, I think maybe I should start at the beginning.”
“OK.” Turning in my seat to face him, I gave Mike a curious look.
“Actually, I was going to surprise you with it, but I’m thinking now that it might be better if I told you and let you decide if you want to do it.”
“I’m listening.”
“Well, you know how down in the dumps you’ve been ever since that thing with Andrea.”
“I’m over that now,” I said in a rush. “I’m completely over her. Him, her. Whatever, it’s in the past. I’m all right.”
“Maybe so, but I know how much you wanted to be with her, how much you were looking forward to being with a woman for the first time. And how disappointed you were that it didn’t happen. You’ve still got to be disappointed. I mean, that’s an experience you’ve been wanting for a very long time, right?”
“Yeah. Since before we were married,” I admitted in a soft voice.
Mike reached over with his right hand and gave my knee a loving squeeze. “You say you’re turned off now about using the internet to find a woman lover. You could always place a personal ad in a major publication, but there’s no guarantee that the people who’d respond to that wouldn’t be liars or imposters, too. And even if you found someone that way, it could take months before you two actually get together. You’ve become cynical, Jenny, and I know you’re going to be really cautious from here on out.”
“Uh-huh.”
“So, I was thinking, how can I fulfill your dream right now of being with a woman? And, OK, to be honest, my dream of watching you with a woman. Then it came to me. I’ll buy you a woman.”
My mouth gaped open. “What?”
Mike turned his head and grinned when he saw the expression on my face. “A professional. A woman prostitute. There’s a number of legal brothels in Nevada and some of the best of them are up here, near Carson City and Reno. I thought we’d visit one while we’re on vacation. Get you a sexy, experienced, big-titted woman for your first time.”
“Are you kidding me?”
“Absolutely not. Think about it, Jen: A prostitute would be available for sex now, whenever you want her. You wouldn’t have to wait until you meet and get to know someone else. A prostitute’s job is to please you. She’ll do anything you like, and she’ll probably do it better than an ordinary woman.”
“But prostitutes just seem so…well, skanky. And full of disease.”
“Not in these legalized brothels. The women are checked every single week for diseases, and they all practice safe sex. Of course they’re going to–none of them want to catch anything. I mean, this is their livelihood. They make terrific money and they sure as hell don’t want anything to ruin that.
“And as far as being skanky–well, every brothel probably has a few skanks, but for the most part they’re attractive women with great bodies.”
“Would any of them even ‘do’ a woman?” I wondered aloud.
“Sure. A lot of them fuck women.”
I narrowed my eyes. “How do you know all this?”
“I’ve been doing research on the internet,” Mike replied with barely-suppressed excitement. “All the big brothels have web sites. I looked into each one, finding out as much as I could about how they operate, about the girls and stuff, and then I narrowed it down to two. Both of them are here in northern Nevada. So then I e-mailed the madams of both places, asking questions and giving them my request. And after getting their replies, I think I found the best place. The best place for you to get laid by a woman.” He settled back in his seat and smiled like the proverbial canary-swallowing cat.
I stared unseeingly out the windshield as I thought about Mike’s words. I had always imagined sex with a woman evolving from a close friendship or at least from a relationship of some kind. I had never considered having sex with a stranger, sex that would be devoid of any emotion other than possibly lust. How would it feel to be touched by indifferent hands? Why would I want to please someone I didn’t know or care about?
I had been silent for a good minute when Mike asked, “Well? What do you think of my idea?”
“I don’t know.” I heard his deflated sigh and added, “I mean it, I really don’t know. I don’t know what to think.” Leaning toward him, I began stroking his jeans-clad thigh. “But I do know that you’re the greatest husband who ever lived. God, babe, that you would do this for me. You’re so wonderful.” My hand teased his crotch. “I love you so much.”
“Ditto.” Mike squirmed and strained against my palm. “Hmm, just thinking about those world-class tits of yours getting sucked by another woman is getting me hot. I’d sure like to see that. And I’d like to see you suck a pair of big tits yourself. Can you honestly say you wouldn’t want to do that?”
“You know I want to.”
“Madam Luanne says she has the perfect girl for you. Huge tits, sexy looking and not too young. And she does women all the time.”
“Madam Luanne?”
“She’s the madam at the brothel I picked. The girl’s name is Alicia. I found out which days and hours she works this week. I thought we could go see her on Thursday.”
“Oh. Well, um…”
“Just consider it, Jen, OK? You definitely don’t have to do this if you don’t want to. I just thought it would be the ideal way for you to get your first experience with a woman. No waiting, no hassles, no strings attached. And, who knows? Maybe you’ll try it and find you don’t like it after all. You won’t have lost anything because you never invested your time or your heart.”
Like I did with Andrea. My fingers stilled momentarily as I looked into Mike’s warm eyes. “OK, I’ll think about it.” I resumed my caresses until we pulled up to our hotel and then again later in our lakeview room, where we made brief but satisfying love before having unpacked a single thing.
The next two days were the most enjoyable ones I’d had in a long time–relaxing yet filled with enough activity that my mind never wandered to thoughts of what I had missed with Andrea and what I could have with Alicia. On the third day of our stay, Mike and I decided to take a leisurely driving tour of Lake Tahoe’s 70 miles of shoreline. It was during that scenic drive that my thoughts finally turned to Mike’s idea of visiting a brothel.
As if he could read my mind, Mike asked, “So, are we going to the brothel tomorrow or not?”
“I honestly haven’t thought about it much. But I’m inclined to say no.”
“Are you sure? This seems like the perfect opportunity to fulfill that dream you’ve always had.”
“I know, but I can’t help thinking how weird it would be. I’d get naked in front of some stranger and then it would be, like, ‘OK, now, fuck me.’ That’s just a little too bizarre for me.”
“What makes you think she wouldn’t take her time to get you ready first? Kiss and stroke and fondle you until you were wanting to get naked and make love with her. But, then, if you end up only wanting to make out and have her massage you, maybe suck your tits, well, that would be fine, too. Remember, she gets paid to do whatever you want. You’d call the shots.”
“That’s true.”
“And Alicia is supposed to be a very sexy woman with some whopper tits. I bet once you see her, you won’t be thinking about anything except getting your hands and mouth on her.”
“Could be.” I rolled down my window and was instantly assailed by the scent of pine and fir. Closing my eyes, I inhaled deeply while trying to imagine myself with the mysterious Alicia…our huge, supple breasts rubbing together, our hands gliding over each other’s smooth skin, full lips and moist tongues teasing the other’s nipples, gentle fingers exploring and pleasuring pussies, mouths meeting for a series of lusty kisses.
But when I tried picturing Alicia’s face, my mind suddenly became filled with the image of Andrea and, try as I might, I couldn’t banish it, couldn’t stop seeing her flowing dark hair, lively eyes and kissable lips curved into a mischievous smile. I blinked my eyes a few times and gave myself a mental shake.
“So?” asked Mike.
“So–what?”
“So, are we going to the brothel?”
“Let me think about it a little more, OK? I’ll let you know later.”
Mike turned his head and gave me an exasperated look. “I don’t understand why you’re so reluctant. You say being with a woman is something you’ve wanted to experience for a long time. You told me you’ve secretly had these feelings, these desires, for over 20 years. I support you completely in this. I’m one-hundred-percent OK with you having sex with another woman. I even came up with a way you can experience it right now. We have the money, we have the time, and we’re here. So why don’t you want to do it?”
“I never said I don’t want to. I said I’m not sure.”
Mike sighed loudly and ran his hand a couple of times through his thick hair. “OK, I’ll tell you what. While you’re making up your mind about this, let’s go visit a strip club. Maybe seeing a lot of nice, naked tits and asses up close and personal would help with your decision.”
“A strip club? You want to go to a strip club right now?”
“Not now, later tonight. We could drive over to Reno after dinner. There are a couple of decent clubs there.”
“Let me guess–you know this because you looked it up on the internet.”
“Uh-huh. Same time as I was looking up brothels.”
I couldn’t help but laugh. “Boy, you really did your homework for this trip!” Glancing at him, I noticed Mike’s face had taken on a faint blush. I reached up and lightly stroked his cheek with my fingertips. “And I appreciate it. OK, let’s go to a strip club tonight. I’ve always wanted to see one anyway. I just hope I’m not the only woman there, except for the strippers.”
“You won’t be. It’s not just men who go anymore. A lot of couples come to those places now, too. In fact, you might even be able to get your own lap dance.”
“Really? And what happens during a lap dance? What does the girl do? I mean, does she sit on your lap and wiggle around or just dance in front of you or what?”
“I don’t know for sure because I’ve never had one myself. They didn’t offer lap dances back when I used to go to clubs. But I think the dancers do a private striptease in front of you then sit on your lap and rub themselves over you for a few minutes. Probably for the length of one song.”
“Hmm. Big, bare tits rubbing against my body.” I felt my pussy spasm ever so slightly as I conjured up that image. There were definitely worse ways to spend an evening. “So what time do you want to go?”
# # #
Because our drive back would be long and somewhat treacherous in the dark, Mike and I opted to go to Reno early in the evening, before dusk, and agreed not to drink any alcohol at the strip club.
By the time we arrived, my head was buzzing with nervous excitement. I had no idea what to expect that night but I couldn’t wait for it to happen. As the club’s valet held open the car door for me, I saw his eyes zero in on my chest and remain glued there until Mike and I passed through the entrance. I had purposely gone braless–if I could get a lap dance, I wanted as little as possible between my tits and the dancer’s. I was dressed in a white stretchy-lace tank top, thin snug-fitting slacks and a pair of heeled sandals. In a token gesture of modesty, I wore a white cotton shirt over my revealing tank but, since I left it unbuttoned, all it really hid were my arms.
Mike paid our cover charges, then a beefy, black-garbed young man led us into the main room. An 80’s rock song was playing as we entered a room that would have been pitch dark if it weren’t for some flashing lights around the stage. Before our eyes could adjust to the darkness and we could get a lay of the land, we were directed to a table for two near the stage. A cocktail waitress instantly materialized in front of us. Mike and I placed our soft drink orders, and as soon as she left I began a slow, stealthy perusal of my first strip club.
It was a little smaller than I had guessed it would be and not at all seedy like I’d feared. With its upholstered chairs, quality sound system and impressive bar that spanned the length of the back wall, it could have been an ordinary nightclub. That is, if it weren’t for the nearly nude blonde slinking about on the raised stage. She wore nothing but a G-string and a pair of dangerously high-heeled platform shoes and although her body was moving in time to the music, what she was doing could not have been called dancing. More like stretching, swaying and posturing. Her body was lithe and toned but her moderate-sized tits clearly came from a doctor’s office. I watched her for a minute before losing interest and turning my attention to what was happening off the stage.
There were only eight other patrons in the club at that time, and I was thrilled to see one of them was a woman. She and her male companion sat at a table not too far from ours, talking and laughing with a dancer who had stopped by. Two men shared a table in the back of the room near the bar, and two others shared a comfortable-looking couch along the far side wall. They’d been joined by a dancer who was flirting outrageously with the both of them. Roomy club chairs were lined up against the half-wall on the opposite side of the room, close to Mike and I, and two of those chairs were occupied by men who had come alone. Both men were getting lap dances.
Not wanting to be a voyeur yet wanting desperately to see just what a lap dance entailed, I tried watching the action out of the corner of my eye. I could make out one dancer sitting sideways on the man’s thigh with her legs between his. She was topless, and she had turned her upper body toward him and was running her erect nipples up and down his chest. After several seconds, she thrust her tits in front of his face while grinding her ass into his crotch.
I had to turn my head slightly to see the other lap dance. That dancer had her back to the customer and was standing between his legs, bent over with her all-but-naked ass stuck up in the air. She gyrated her hips in rhythm with the music then reached back and gave herself a playful smack on the butt. Moving to the side, she draped herself over the man’s lap and writhed against his body.
Mike spoke into my ear. “Pretty hot, huh?” He used his head to gesture in the lap dancers’ direction. “So are you ready for a dance?”
“Yeah, sure, if I can get one. I wish I knew if any of them dance for women before asking and getting turned down.” I took a sip of my soda and glanced over at the other woman customer; she was watching her companion get a dance from the stripper they’d been talking to.
Just then, Mike and I were approached by two dancers I hadn’t noticed before. One blonde, one brunette, they both appeared to be in their early 20’s and were cute rather than pretty. Both were dressed in long, sexy, skintight gowns and teetered on sky-high platform mules.
“Hi, you guys, how are you?” the blonde asked in a bubbly voice. “I’m Lacey and this is Mandy.”
“What are your names?” asked the brunette.
“I’m Mike and this is my wife Jenny.” He and I shook the girls’ outstretched hands.
“Do you mind if we sit with you?” Lacey asked. Without waiting for an answer, she and Mandy pulled over two chairs from an adjacent table.

The scene had did not seem odd at the time. When he reflected on it a few days later, he would admit that it was his own hormones that had blinded him to just how strange things had been. The club had been one that he had never been to before, and would have never went to if his friend had not pressured him into it. Seska was dark, funny, brooding and fun all wrapped into one. The bright blue hair and matching eyes were just an outward symbol of the soul of a woman who was the exact opposite of the norm.
Neil was the exact opposite of his friend. He considered himself a very normal, mainstream kind of guy. It had been Seska’s constant teasing about his ‘normalcy’ that had prompted Neil to accept her invitation to go clubbing on a Friday night. He was intent on showing her that he knew how to party as hard as the next guy. It was Neil’s desire to party hard that had brought him to his current situation.
The room reminded him of something out a horror movie. The walls were colored a deep shade of purple and were decorated with black and red curtains. The bed on which he was sitting was just as bizarre as the room’s colors. The mattress, which was covered in a blood red satin sheet, sat upon what could only have been a custom made frame. The frame was made of heavy wood and was covered with dozens of carved figures of demons, satyrs and angels. The final touch of gothic strangeness was the wrought iron, clawed hands that were positioned at the four corners of the frame.
Seska had drunk way too much at the club and Neil had not thought anything odd when she asked him to drive a friend of hers home. The girl didn’t live far from Seska, so he saw no harm in agreeing. The friends name was Lori, and she was so like Seska that Neil would have thought them sisters. Her hair was a shocking pink, and she dressed in the same kind of clothing that Seska did. They had both dressed in short, black vinyl skirts, with matching boots and blouses. Neil had chuckled at the fact that each was wearing fishnet pantyhose that matched the color of their hair. As odd as it was, he had to admit to himself that they both looked more than appealing.
His only intentions were to head home and watch a little television, but he accepted when Lori invited him and Seska up to her place for a quick snack. Things progressed quickly from that point. Neil was standing in the kitchen, looking out of the window and enjoying a slice of cold pizza while Lori changed her clothes. He didn’t thing anything about Seska being in the room with Lori. It wasn’t unusual for a woman to change her clothes in front of another. He had just finished his snack when he heard the door to Lori’s bedroom open.
Seska came down the hallway and grabbed his hand and pulled him toward the room before he could say anything. She led him into the room and giggled as she pulled him toward the bed. Neil was trying to get a sense for the strangely designed room as Seska maneuvered him onto the bed. He saw the door being closed and Lori stepped into view from behind Seska. She had removed skirt and blouse, but was still wearing the stockings and boots. Neil wasn’t slow and was now counting himself among the lucky. He had never made any advances on Seska, but he had always wanted to.
Both women were all smiles and giggles as they quickly stripped his clothing off. Neil was caught up in the moment. Lori’s naked breasts flashed enticingly close, but were always just out of reach. He was soon naked and watching as Seska stripped down to match her friend.
It was naked, in a strange room with two naked women in front him that Neil found himself. He found that he was breathing hard as the two women slowly climbed onto the bed. He was fast lost in soft flesh, as the three became a tangled knot on the bed. A hand wrapped firmly around his cock, but the breast that he was sucking obscured his vision. A mouth soon replaced the hand, and he had moved on to another breast. When another replaced that mouth, his tongue was hungrily sliding between the slick folds of a tasty cunt.
Neil lost time as the swapping and twisting continued. His cock finally exploded in Seska’s hot mouth, and he groaned as she swallowed his seed in noisy gulps. Seska kept sucking his cock while he lapped at Lori’s cunt. Both girls were shaved and his tongue slid between rolled between the velvety folds. Lori had already cum twice, and her cunt was still oozing its thick cream across his lips. Neil didn’t know if Seska had gotten off yet, but he vaguely remembered her thrashing about as Lori slammed her fingers deep inside her cunt.
Lori pulled away and left the bed, giving Seska an opportunity to have Neil all to herself. She positioned herself on her back and pulled Neil between her wide spread legs. His cock slid into her with one smooth movement and her arching hips encouraged him to fuck her deeply. Neil could hear movement from Lori, but he couldn’t see what she was doing. She returned to the bed and he could only see a flash of what she was wearing, but he knew something was different.
Seska pulled Neil in for a kiss and wrapped her legs tightly around him at the same time. Everything happened quickly while he was preoccupied. He heard a clicking sound and then another before he felt Lori’s hand around his wrist. He felt the cool touch of metal before it fully encircled his wrist. He broke the kiss with Seska to lift his head and find that Lori hand handcuffed him to one of the iron hands that decorated the bed. His body moved to protest, but Seska leaned forward to whisper in his ear. She encouraged him to calm down and enjoy everything, and he forced himself to comply.
Neil soon found his other hand cuffed to the iron hand on the other side of the bed. The cuffs had a long enough chain to allow him to maintain his currant position, and he found that the situation had made his cock even harder. His first orgasm had left him with a better staying power and he was enjoying the tight wetness of Seska’s cunt. He had almost forgot about Lori until he felt her hands running down his back. She spurred him on by running her nails down his spine, before soothing him with her fingertips. She slid a hand between him and Seska and slowly rubbed his balls, causing him to grunt in appreciation.
Neil stiffened slightly as Lori’s hand slid up his balls and she began to tease his ass with her finger. She worked in small circles before backing away. Neil was uncertain as to where this was leading, but knew when her finger returned, coated with a cool slippery gel. He had no way of getting away, so relaxed as she worked the wet finger into his tight hole. She moved it in slow circles and pushed a little deeper after a couple of seconds. Neil couldn’t deny that what she was doing felt good and He was surprised when she hand finally slid her entire finger inside.
The room was warm and Neil could feel the sweat beading on his forehead as he continued to pump deeply into Seska. His pace had slowed, but Seska did not seem to mind in the least bit. All the while, Lori had been paying the utmost attention to what she was doing. She had slowly slipped a second finger into Neil’s ass, and was easily sliding them in and out. Neil became accustomed to what she was doing and had begun to enjoy the fullness her fingers were providing. She would occasionally press against a spot deep inside that would cause his cock to twitch and make him feel as if he were about to climax.
Lori removed her fingers and Neil caught his breath at the sudden emptiness. He thought he had caught on to what was going on, and expected Lori to use dildo or vibrator, but he was only half correct. Seska had buried her face in his neck and was planting slow, wet kisses and bites. He was prepared when he felt a soft object pressing against his ass, but was surprised as he felt the smooth object begin to slide in. It was wider than Lori’s fingers, but her prep work had opened him up well. The head was the largest part, but it slipped in easily. The shaft followed, and it was the spreading and fullness the caused Neil to groan.
The dildo stopped moving and Neil could not judge how deep it was. He had stopped thrusting into Seska, and was about to begin again when he felt Lori shift. He groaned when he felt her breasts press against his back and could swear that she was burning hot. He finally understood what was happening as he felt Lori’s body flex, and the dildo pressed deeper into his ass. He had seen a few pictures of women fucking guys with strapon dildoes, but had never thought he would try it.
The three had become a tangle of flesh once again. Neil wasn’t sure how Seska was dealing with the extra weight on top of her, so he did his best to support Lori as she pressed against him. It took a while for him to get the rhythm, but he finally settled into a slow pace. Lori was also performing her own balancing act and trying to keep her full weight from off of Neil. She locked her legs and steadied herself in a modified pushup position. All of the action came from Neil, and he sound found himself moving smoothly between Seska’s cunt and Lori’s dildo.
The experience was more intense than anything Neil had ever experienced. Even after already climaxing, he felt himself quickly approaching another. The closer he got, the more erratic his movement became, and both of the women could tell. Seska wrapped her arms around his shoulders and pulled him down on top of her and he could feel Lori shifting her weight. She repositioned herself and began to fuck him at a vigorous pace. The sound of her thighs slapping against him pounded out a steady beat and Neil felt his cock slam into Seska with every thrust of Lori’s cock in his ass. His orgasm was building like never before, and Seska urged it along. She bit his neck and kissed him with such ferocity that he knew would leave marks for days, but he didn’t care. Every thrust pushed him closer to the edge until he couldn’t hold out any longer. His muscles burned and he did his best to not simply collapse as his cock erupted. Seska bucked her hips and tightened her muscles in an effort to milk every last drop out of him.
Neil could feel his cum leaking out of Seska’s cunt as he tried to catch his breath. His whole body was stiff and he was thankful that Lori had stopped thrusting. Lori had only stopped because she was too tired to continue. Her pink hair was plastered to her sweaty face, and she lay heavily against Neil’s back.
Seska bore the weight for a few minutes before complaining. Neil could only hold still as Lori stiffly shifted her weight and pulled back. She inched backward a bit before lifting her hips and pulling the cock out of his ass. Neil winced and knew he would be sore in the morning, but had loved every minute of it. He was forced to push himself upward as Seska wiggled out from underneath his sweaty body, and then collapsed back to the bed.
Neil was unaware of Lori removing his cuffs, and drifted off to sleep. He had only dozed for a half an hour when he felt a hand shaking his arm. He was groggy and sat up sleepily and it took almost a full minute for him to come to. When he did, he found lounging on the bed, and Seska sitting behind him. Seska was applying something wet to his hair, and she smacked his hand away when he tried to check.
Neil soon found out that she was applying a black hair dye to his normally blonde hair. Seska confessed that she had wanted to fuck him for quite a while, but was unsure if he would participate in the kind of things she liked. Neil had apparently passed the test. Neil had to admit that participating in the abnormal had made him feel good, and was looking forward to the change. He already liked his new self and was looking foreword to whatever else the two women could show him.

It all started when I began trying to convince my wife that she should try anal sex. I had always been fascinated with the idea. The various porn movies I had seen made it all look very simple and easy. Those gals seemed to like it, right?
So I did all the typical things guys do to try and work up to it. I talked her into watching a few porn movies. I tried bribing her with chocolate and flowers.
Occasionally, she would let me stick a finger in her ass. But even with that she would protest and complain that it did not feel good at all. I was using all the techniques I had read about but alas there was nothing that seemed to work.
My wife has a cute little butt which just makes the whole situation even more frustrating. She is a petite little brunette about 5′1″ and 102 pounds. She has nice breasts, a slender waist, and one of those cute apple bottoms.
In fact, it was that heart shaped butt that first attracted me to her. It looks good no matter what she is wearing. And when she is in her bra and panties that is when I almost can’t stand it. Sometimes I just want to feel my dick in her ass so bad I would do anything.
Well, one night we were having the anal sex discussion for about the one millionth time. I told her it was starting to effect our relationship, and that we should never let anything interfere with our love for each other. That we had to find a solution.
She agreed. Which kind of blew me away because I had not expected that kind of response. She explained that it just hurt too much. I accused her of not giving it an honest try, that it might take some practice to get everything to work right.
She said that my penis was just too big to fit in such a tiny little hole. That nothing quite so large had ever been in her ass before. She was afraid that it might damage her anus, or cause other problems.
I explained that her anus was a muscle like any other. And that she needed to let me work on it little by little… just like when she was a ballet dancer, and she had to condition and stretch her muscles to be able to dance that way.
She started to come around to the idea, and understood the logic, but she said she was still too scared to use that part of her body that way without knowing what would happen.
What she suggested next freaked me right out. What she said pinned me into a corner I had never ever anticipated. My wife is no dummy, another reason I fell in love with her.
She said that maybe if she saw me take something in my ass that would be about the same relative size as my penis would be to her, then that would give her some encouragement that my penis would actually fit inside of her ass. She wanted to use me as a guinea pig to see if all that stretching and conditioning of an anus I was telling her about would really actually work.
I was speechless. What in the world was I supposed to do now? I didn’t want anything in my ass! I wanted MY penis in her ass! But as usual her logic was impeccable. I had to think quickly. I had to respond with something clever. My mind was scrambling to come up with a reasonable answer.
The shoe was on the other foot now. There was nothing I could say, that if I said, would not then strengthen her argument against trying anal sex. I was “screwed” so to speak. These are tough moments in a mans’ life. When a woman has us boxed in a corner with logic that can not be undone.
“What, are you chicken?” she chided. “All this time you have been trying to get me to look past the obvious pain of trying anal, and you wont subject yourself to what you had in mind for me?” she questioned.
“But uh….” That was all that c