Sex in the Sky

Chapter 6

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.” I stared at Daniel in disbelief.

“Uh, I don’t think so.”

“I wish I didn’t have to get you involved in this, but it’s the only feasible way for me to get to Birmingham right now. I had to leave my Jeep in Tallahassee. I couldn’t go home to get it. An airplane is totally out and I can’t risk being recognized on a bus or a train.”

“But what about your Atlanta contact, the one who…”

“Ry, he can’t be seen with me,” Daniel interrupted. “He’d be putting his own cover on the line. IAD works independently and what we do can be dangerous, so we have to be very careful. It’s hard to know whom to trust. I don’t have a fallback, except you. I’ll make sure you’re compensated when this is cleared up. Please, Rylan.”

“What’re you gonna do if I don’t? I saw your gun; it fell out of your bag and almost broke my toe. You gonna drag me out at gunpoint if I say no?”

I had no idea where this brave talk was coming from. The initial panic had worn off, but I was still scared and the fact remained that he had the gun, albeit not on his person, and I didn’t. Nonetheless, I was pissed. I was pissed because he had scared me, that he was disrupting my life, that he wasn’t the perfect one-night stand he was supposed to be. He was supposed to just leave and let me get back to my routine and it made me angry beyond words that it wasn’t happening.

Now he was pacing around the kitchen, his eyebrows twisted uncertainly. It was oddly disconcerting to see his enormous self-confidence falter but at the same time, it made my anger fade a little. He was scared too, probably. One cop was already dead and he was probably next on the list, if they could find him.

“Rylan,” he finally said softly, “please don’t put me in that position. I don’t want to have to force you. I’m asking for your help… I’d rather it be willing. But at this point, I don’t see where you have much of a choice.”

“That’s kidnapping. Federal charges. You wanna slap that on top of murder?”

This time when he looked up, his eyes were fierce. “I didn’t fucking murder anyone. Now get your ass dressed so we can leave. You got scissors and an electric shaver?”

Standing in front of the bathroom mirror, Daniel cut his hair to the scalp in big chunks, and then shaved his head totally smooth with my electric razor. The four-day stubble became a goatee that I grudgingly had to admit to myself was sexy. Who knew he would look so hot bald? All this took a long time, but he wouldn’t let me out of the bathroom alone because he didn’t want to take the chance of me getting to a phone, calling the police or someone I knew and alerting them to what was going on.

Glumly, I sat on the edge of the tub until he finished. Thank god, Birmingham wasn’t far, because I couldn’t stand being watched like a puppy on a leash like this very long. Finally, he asked me if I had some clothes he could wear. He was two inches taller and much more muscular, but I liked my clothes a little big so it shouldn’t be too hard to find something.

Going through my closet, he found my baggiest khakis and a plaid button-down I wore around the house. When he’d buttoned it to the neck, tucked it into the pants and put on one of my belts, with his shaved head and goatee he looked nothing like the hot guy I’d picked up at the WETbar. He also looked nothing like the Police Academy photo shown on TV. The transformation was actually pretty amazing.

“Part of the job,” he shrugged. “Changing your look. When you’re undercover, you have to be nondescript. No tattoos, nothing to make you stand out. Nothing that people will remember.”

“Then they haven’t seen you naked,” I thought, but I kept it to myself because I was still angry. I’d pulled on a t-shirt and sweater over my jeans and sat on the bed waiting for him to make his next move. The sooner we left, the sooner I could get his ass to Birmingham, leave him there and resume my nice peaceful life. A whole day of writing lost. Dammit, didn’t he know I had a deadline? My editor got cranky when I fell behind schedule.

At last, he folded his other clothes and tucked them under his arm. “Okay. Let’s go eat that breakfast you were making, and then get out of here.”

“Breakfast? I thought you were in a hurry.” I grumbled and groused as I followed him down the stairs and he shot me a look.

“I don’t know when I’ll get to eat again.”

That shut me up. Dammit. The last thing I wanted to do was sympathize with him when he was practically forcing me to aid and abet a fugitive; but my cock, being the self-concerned traitor it was, wouldn’t let me forget all the pleasure it found with Daniel last night. My brain might hate him, but my dick didn’t care about the politics.

So, I warmed up the now-cold cheese omelet and bacon in the microwave and brought him toast and coffee, and he thanked me politely and ate it like the very picture of domestic bliss. Why was my life so fucked up? Neil lived here for three years and I never felt even a fraction of the desire I felt with Daniel. Neil was a whiny, passive-aggressive alcoholic who never took responsibility for anything, and we never had more than mediocre sex. Why did the very first fucking guy I picked up at a bar since Neil moved out have to be 1) so good in bed and 2) an accused murderer on the run? Never, ever again was I bringing home a man without references, a full set of fingerprints and a DNA sample. No matter how hot he was.

Daniel finished eating and thanked me again after telling me how good it all was. While he ate, he’d been flipping through the channels checking all the news networks to see if there were any more news stories about him. The fact that he didn’t see any seemed to relieve him; it sure as hell did me. Maybe it was all a mistake, or a bad joke…

“No.”

Daniel shook his head adamantly when I slid my laptop into the case to bring along. He was putting his folded-up clothes into his bag, rearranging the gun over the side where it could be accessed. I watched everything he did closely, just in case he wasn’t what he appeared. Details were invaluable. You never know when a minute detail might be the key to something important.

“But I take it everywhere,” I protested indignantly. “What if I get stuck? If I don’t have it I can’t work.”

“I know you’ve got a wireless receiver in there. I saw the router in your office. If we hit somewhere with wireless Internet, you could use it to email someone about my whereabouts, and I need this head start. Deal with it, it’s only a day.”

“Bastard,” I muttered under my breath. We were heading toward the door to the garage and I grabbed my cell phone off the table in passing. He stopped again.

“Leave it here.”

“But I need it.”

“No you don’t. I don’t want to have to drag you into the bathroom with me so you don’t call the cops while you’re waiting in the car.”

“And what if we have an accident, asshole?”

He lifted an eyebrow at my calling him such an endearing term, but after pausing for a moment’s thought, he finally nodded his head. “Okay. Bring it, but no calls. I’ll carry it and give it back to you when you drop me off.”

I gave an annoyed sigh and handed him the phone. He grabbed a bottle of juice out of my fridge and we headed out. I felt a little sick to my stomach from apprehension, but I told myself again it was a short drive and then this would all be over and I’d never see him again.

“Wait a minute.” Stopping, he turned around and went back into the living room; he returned a minute later with a copy of one of my books, another Regency story called Legend. Grinning, he tucked it into his bag. “For the ride.”

A few minutes later, we’d climbed in my SUV, a sensible dark-green Honda, and were heading toward the interstate. He looked over at me, seeming to hesitate a moment before he spoke.

“Rylan, you do believe me don’t you? That I didn’t kill anyone?”

“If you say so,” I shrugged.

“No, I want to know what you really feel. What does your gut tell you?”

“I haven’t asked it.”

“Well, ask it now. You need to listen to what your instincts tell you. I’ve learned that in ten years of undercover work, your eyes can deceive you, but if you go with your gut feeling, you’ll be all right.”

I knew nothing about being a cop, but I did know writing; and in order to write a convincing story that people can relate to emotionally, you have to find the vein of truth that runs through all of humanity. Some things are universal, and without the ability to see people’s motives and truths, a story is just so much bullshit. This is the difference between a true writer and a hack.

What I wrote was not Shakespeare, but I put real emotions into my characters, and part of the reason I was able to do that was my intuition, my ability to find that underlying truth in people. When I told Daniel I hadn’t asked my guts, I was just being an asshole because I was pissed at this whole mess. When I really did listen to my feelings, it was obvious I did believe he was innocent. If I thought he was a murderer, I would’ve been a lot more scared, a lot less willing to help him. I would’ve forced him to kidnap me to gain my help. As it was… well…

“Yeah. I guess I believe you, sort of,” I finally admitted grudgingly. “But it’s probably just because your ass is so fucking hot.”

He gave a little snort and picked up the book. It was Saturday, so the mess of Atlanta traffic wasn’t quite as bad as on a weekday. It was straight down Interstate 20, a bit over two hours. While he read, I drove and tried to calm myself down by running through dialogue, reminding myself to do it in my head and not under my breath. I often found myself talking aloud under my breath in public and not even noticing until people started staring at me like I was crazy. I’d finally gotten a voice recorder that I kept in my glove box in case I was on a car trip and needed to remember something for later, but I didn’t use it much. I usually remembered things pretty well. Having an eye for detail was a big help.

“You’re a good writer, Rylan. This is good stuff.” He lifted the book after having smiled a few times while reading. “Nice writing, good characters. Funny too.”

I shrugged. “Thanks. It’s basically like getting paid to goof off all day. It’s not serious work.”

“And do you do serious work?”

“Well.” I squirmed before admitting, “Not at this point. I make my living with this, but what I’d really like to do is write sci-fi.”

“Then why don’t you?” he asked, as if it was just that simple.

“I dunno. Because it’s a lot harder. And I wouldn’t be any good at it.”

“That’s silly, Rylan. You’re obviously talented.”

“Not really. I have ability but not so much talent. I can write toy fiction with my eyes closed… it’s easy. The sci-fi story I want to write is something I’ve had in mind for a while but every time I try to start writing it, it’s just… hard. And what if I work hard on it, and it’s no good?”

“You shouldn’t be afraid to take a risk and do something you really want to do.”

With a shrug, he picked up the book and resumed reading, leaving me to dislike myself for having admitted my insecurities to him. It sounded so stupid when I tried to explain it to someone. I didn’t feel qualified to write something that complex and detailed and imaginative… I just didn’t have that spark of creative genius. I could slog through historical stuff day and night, but there was no genius needed for that, only hard work. A PhD in English literature didn’t magically bestow divine inspiration.

Birmingham was rising up around us. I took the exit Daniel pointed out and he directed me to the other side of town, where new subdivisions without any trees marched along in rows, every house exactly the same as the others. He watched intently for street signs until he honed in on one that said Bobwhite Lane.

“Right there. Take a left.”

I turned on the street and Daniel’s eyes widened when he saw what was happening ahead of us. Three police cars, blue lights flashing, were parked in front of a house and uniformed cops were crawling all over, guns drawn. One officer was stringing up yellow crime scene tape, while another kept back a small group of neighbors gathered in the street.

“Slow don’t, but don’t stop,” Daniel ordered. I glanced over at him and noticed he’d turned pale. “Just drive past. Not too fast. Look out the window like you’re rubbernecking.” Before I knew it, he’d ducked his head and gotten down on the floorboard, sinking as low as he could so that it looked like I was in the front seat alone. I did as he asked and as soon as we were out of sight, I found a major intersection and turned, letting us into Saturday shopping traffic.

Daniel climbed back into the seat. “Fuck,” he swore softly. My heart was racing a mile a minute but I just waited for him to speak. “That was the house. They got him. Go to that Wal-Mart over there.”

Without question, I obeyed and soon we were walking into the cool, crowded Wal-Mart, getting lost in the mob of shoppers. Casually Daniel strolled along to the electronics department and I tried to keep up with him without seeming obvious about it.

“What’re you doing?” I hissed.

“Don’t ask questions,” he told me pleasantly.

That didn’t help my confusion one bit, but I just followed along and eventually Daniel ended up in the electronics department, on the aisle with the radio equipment. There was a display of CB radios and he flipped the switch on one and started turning the dial. Other people around us were playing with the radios, and it was Wal-Mart after all, so there wasn’t a single store employee to be seen anywhere.

Fuzzy voices began to crackle over the frequency as Daniel picked up the police scanner.

“Dispatch, this is Victor-oh-five, in need of an ambulance at 2011 Bobwhite Lane. We’ve got a 1026, victim white male, shot in the back. Be advised, no need to hurry with the ambulance, as the victim is DOA. Units Victor-oh-five, Victor-oh-two and Victor-two-six already on the scene.”

Daniel turned the dial to another frequency and turned away. I rushed to follow him. He didn’t talk to me. I stuck with him as he wandered the aisles and picked up a few things: sunglasses, a notebook and a package of pens, a dorky-looking hunting cap.

“Should’ve gotten a basket.”

I couldn’t believe how calm he was. He even chit-chatted with the cashier, smiling, as he checked out, pulling cash from his wallet. Once we were back at the car, he told me to drive, and worked on taking the tag off the sunglasses while I pulled out of the parking lot.

“Which way?”

“It doesn’t matter. Just drive.”

I followed the flow of traffic and we ended up heading toward the center of town. Daniel’s eyes scanned around us constantly behind the sunglasses until he saw a big sports complex, with tennis courts and ball fields and a track, and told me to pull over. I parked under a tree and shut off the engine.

“You heard what the scanner said?”

“Yeah… your friend got shot in the back, right?” I asked with sympathy.

“He wasn’t my friend, he was a piece of shit drug dealer, but he was a good informant and he was my only way to Chicago. Vice was already there, so that means they’re in on it. It also means they were alerted by someone in Tallahassee, so they’re probably waiting for me. I’ve got to get the fuck out of here.”

“What are you gonna do?” I couldn’t help but be interested, even though I wanted nothing more than to drive off and leave him here.

Daniel took a deep breath and let it out. “Only thing I can do. You and I are going to Chicago.”

“What? Wait a minute,” I protested after a stunned silence. “I can’t go to Chicago. I didn’t bring anything with me. No clothes, no nothing.”

“We can buy what we need along the way. It’ll only take a couple of days.”

“But I need my computer and my medicine. Shit, Daniel! I’ve got a novel to write, I can’t just…”

“That’s why I got you this.” He took the notebook out of the Wal-Mart bag and held it up. “And this medicine, do you need it to live?”

“It’s for my ulcer…”

“We can get something over the counter. Rylan, don’t leave me hanging. Please. If you do, I’m dead in the water. This is more than just an investigation now. I don’t want to put you in any danger, so we have to leave now, before vice knows I’m here. I’m begging you.”

“You’re kidnapping me,” I protested, my heart pounding wildly. My hands were shaking on the steering wheel as the reality of the situation began to dawn on me.

“We can argue semantics later, once we get out of this fucking town. Just drive. ”

***

Chapter 7

Nashville, Tennessee is five hours north of Birmingham. We got to town just as drizzle began to fall from the night sky, and Daniel started looking for a place to spend the night. Driving past the hotels, just outside of town, he scrutinized each one carefully. Finally, he pointed to a Red Roof Inn.

“That one.”

“Why this one?” I complained as I pulled into the parking lot. “They don’t even have continental breakfast in the morning.”

“Well, the parking lot is behind the building and not visible from the street. Each room has its own entrance and not an interior hallway accessible through a central lobby where I could be filmed or spotted. You’re going to go to the desk and rent the room. Ask for one facing the parking lot; tell the desk clerk we want to be able to see the vehicle from the room so it doesn’t get broken into. Pay with cash, and don’t use your real name. I’ll wait in the car.”

I had to admit, I was grudgingly impressed with his thought process. He was focused, decisive and confident. Not many people could’ve handled the situation in Birmingham like he did. Damn him. I didn’t want to like him and I definitely didn’t want to respect him, not when I was being forced to go along with all this. I should’ve been home writing, not driving through the rain to Nashville in the middle of the night.

“But what name should I use?” I asked. I had bitch about something amidst all his flawless logic, didn’t I?

He flashed me his breathtaking smile in the dim dashboard lights. “How about Ethan Montgomery?”

I rolled my eyes, but I had to hide a grin because Ethan was the hero of Legend, my book Daniel had been reading off and on during the trip. I parked the SUV and he peeled off some bills from his wallet.

“Get a room with one bed,” he told me and when I stopped and gave him a “don’t even think it” look, he shook his head in exasperation. “I don’t want anyone to know I’m with you… why would you, a single guy, get a room with two beds? And hurry up, I’m tired.”

I made a face at him, but I did exactly as he asked at the desk. It was starting to rain when I returned with the room key. I was tired and looking forward to a night’s sleep, where I wouldn’t have to think about any of this for a while. In the morning, I planned to convince Daniel that I had to go back to Atlanta. There was no way I was taking him all the way to Chicago; he just didn’t know it yet.

“Food and beer,” he said when I got back in the car. “Then we can go back to the room and veg.”

Food and beer sounded good to me, but naturally, it meant me running into the liquor store and standing in line at the fried chicken place. Daniel couldn’t get out, not with the surveillance cameras almost every business had now. Even though he looked totally different with his shaved head and goatee, he knew exactly what kind of technology was available to the police now in sharpening and magnifying the security tapes, and the databases they ran the images through to find a match. For that matter, so did I. I watched cop shows on TV. Daniel wasn’t taking any chances. He didn’t want me to be linked with him in any way, so I couldn’t be seen with someone. It was safer for me if it appeared in all ways that I was traveling alone.

She looked as hot as she always did. She wore a hot pink shirt and blue jeans. She looked at me long enough to say “Hi.”

“Hi. Why are you watching these?”

“I was cleaning your office, and these were on the floor. I wanted to see what they were.” She didn”t even look at me when she answered me, she was completely focused on the screen.

“Is this what you meant when you told me you filmed human interaction?”

I felt it was time for truth. “Yes. I have tapes of myself with six different women.”

“I know, this is the fourth one I”ve watched. Can I tell you something?”

“Yes.”

“These are really good. Not only are they filmed well, but they also are incredibly hot.” She paused for a minute, then said, “You also seem to know what you”re doing.”

I found a small amount of humor in the fact that she was watching the tapes with a photographer”s eye. I sat my things down, and removed my shoes. I then sat on the couch across from her. I wasn”t quite sure what to say, and there was an increasingly awkward silence. Angie abruptly broke the silence.

“How many people have seen these tapes?”

“Counting yourself?” Angie nodded, her eyes still locked on the screen. “Three people have seen each tape. Myself, the woman in each tape, and now you.”

Angie looked almost mesmerized by the action on the screen. In what was an awkward moment, the grunts and moans coming from the TV seemed incredibly loud. Angie didn”t seem to mind. She watched the tape for several more minutes.

She finally turned to look at me for the first time since I first walked in. “What is sex like?” she asked.

I was stunned for some reason. I”d learned a lot about Angie since we met, but sex was a topic that I avoided. I”m not sure why, because I thought about fucking Angie 24/7.

“Let me answer a question with a question. This is kind of personal, OK?”

Angie nodded.

“Have you ever masturbated?”

Again, Angie nodded.

“Did you enjoy it? I guess the better question is, did you come?”

Her answer was a shy “yes”.

“OK, imagine that feeling times 1000, and you”re sharing that feeling with someone else, or sometimes, more than one person. It”s the most incredible thing that you can imagine. So incredible, that I can”t even put it into words, really.”

Angie pondered my answer for a minute, then asked me point blank: “Do you want to have sex with me?”

“Since the moment we met.”

“Why?”

“Because I think you”re beautiful. I look at you, and I get hard. I think about you, and I get hard. I”m around you, and I want to have sex with you. I imagine you naked. I think about the time I came home, and you were in my shower. I wanted to jump in with you. Instead, I ran down here and jacked off in my half-bath.”

“What about my age? Does that bother you?”

“Are you kidding? It”s irrelevant to me, Angie. It”s a non-issue.”

Angie sighed. “What you”re saying really means a lot to me, you know? It just seems like my twin gets all the attention from guys. She has always had guys around her. Me? I don”t know…”

“Angie, you are a knockout in every sense of the word. There”s not a man in the world who wouldn”t want to have you.”

She looked at me with a little sadness in her eyes. “Remember that I”ve never even been kissed.”

It”s now or never”, I thought. I”ll either get what I want, or she”ll walk away forever. I felt like I had to take the chance.

“Until now.” I moved to the other side of the couch, and for the first time outside of my fantasies, my mouth tasted hers. The smell of her was out of this world. I placed my hand on her side, and pulled her closer to me. She hesitated for a moment, but then I felt her finally kiss me back. I was compelled to touch her skin. I moved my hand beneath her shirt, and felt her side. The more time that passed, the more and the harder I wanted to fuck her.

I broke our kiss for a moment to look at her reaction. She was smiling at me. She looked at the screen again, still broadcasting my escapade with Andrea, then turned back to me to ask, “If we have sex, do you want to videotape it, too?”

I had been with many women before, of different races, backgrounds, and sexual preferences. One thing I”d never been with before was a virgin. Again, it felt like I was rolling the dice, but I was honest.

“Yes, I”d love to record us together.”

“Promise me that no one else will see the tape.”

I raised my right hand in the air. “I swear to God, nobody but you or I will ever see the tape.” I meant it, too.

Angie nodded her approval. “OK.”

I stood up and took her by the arm. I led her upstairs to my bedroom. That I knew of, she had never been inside my bedroom, even though it was connected to my bathroom. There was a lot of floor space, an armoire, some framed photography, and a walk-in closet. In the center of the room, against the wall, was my king-sized bed, covered in blue sheets.

“Are you nervous?” I asked.

“A little.” She paused and then uttered, “butterflies” touching her stomach.

“Don”t be. But do know that I want this more than you can imagine.”

That seemed to set her at ease, for some reason. I let go of her hand to walk to the other side of the room. In a corner near the bed was the second of my two video cameras. I pulled it out, and placed it in the spot I normally set my camera for recording my bedroom memories. I heard Angie climb on the bed behind me.

“I want this, too. With you.”

I stopped what I was doing to look at her. I smiled at her, glad that she wasn”t giving in to any sort of pressure. My eyes studied her body up and down as she sat on the bed, resting on her hands. Even the way she sat was sexy. I finished the adjustments on the camera, inserted a new tape, and started recording. I looked at Angie after I pressed “record”, and she smiled.

“Are we on?”

“Yep.”

I climbed on the bed, and moved to her. She laid back, ready for me. She wrapped her arms around me as I moved in to kiss her again. We both rested on our sides, and I pulled her as close to me as I could. I started grinding my crotch into hers, giving her a preview of what was about to unfold. She placed her leg on top of mine, in essence answering me that she wanted what I was offering.

I pulled at her shirt and began to remove it. I lifted it over her head, tossing it to the floor. I began to unhook her bra. Still pressed against her, I could feel the skin from her cleavage against my chest. I unhooked her bra, but before tossing it to the floor, I opened one eye, and held the bra where it was visible to me so I could read the tag. 34DD. For a gal who “might” have weighed 110 pounds dripping wet, her breasts were nothing short of awesome, and I”d only seen them covered by her clothing.

I looked at her bare breasts for the first time. I wanted to devour them. I wanted to come all over them. She had no tan lines at all. I looked at her and asked, “You mean to tell me that no man has ever had the pleasure?”

“They”re all yours, bay-bee.” Her accent drew out the word “baby”.

I buried myself face-first into her tits. I started to suck her tits so hard, I thought I might pass out from lack of oxygen. Her leg wrapped back around me, and she pulled my head as far into her chest as she could. I heard her make her first moan of ecstasy. I could feel her kissing the top of my head. Occasionally, I would look up, and see Angie”s head tilted back, enjoying the moment. She began to pull my shirt over my head. I stopped sucking her breasts long enough to get the shirt off, then I was back on them, my eyes never leaving them

My hands began to move down her smooth, flat stomach, and to her pants. I unsnapped her jeans, and began to slide her zipper open. Her breathing was accelerating, minute by minute. I began to remove her jeans, still focused on her breasts. I looked up at her again, and noticed she was looking at the video camera. I started to say something, but just as I was about to remove my mouth from her nipple, she looked away from it. She closed her eyes again, panting and moaning.

I slid my hand inside her panties. I felt her pubic hair on my fingertips, and then moved my hand even further down. I felt the heat and moisture on my hands as I touched her pussy for the first time. Her body shook when I located her clit. I began to massage it for her, gently.

“Mmm. Oh yeah. Oh yeah.”

I loved listening to her get off, but I loved even more the fact that I was the one doing it to her. I stopped sucking her tits to look at her.

“Unbutton my pants” I ordered her.

Looking into my eyes, her hand reached to my crotch. She felt for the buttons in a passionate panic. She located the button, unsnapped it, and began to reach inside for my cock.

I asked her while continuing to massage her clit, “Have you ever touched a dick before?” She shook her head. I informed her, “Touch mine.”

She reached inside my pants, her breath still heightened. She touched my hardened cock, which was waiting for her. “Pull it out.”

She unzipped my pants, still getting off on my finger, and pulled out my cock. She was stroking it gently. I reached down to kiss her again, but as she moved up to meet me, I pulled my lips away. She tried to move forward again, I dodged her again. She smiled at me, and continued to stroke me lightly.

Suddenly, and without warning, I slid my finger inside of Angie”s wet pussy, began to thrust, and said to her through gritted teeth, “You”re gonna suck this dick, and suck it GOOD! Do you hear me?”

Angie rolled on her back, yelled out with passion, eyes closed. “OH GOD!” she yelled. She began to grind her hips on my finger, pulling myself deeper inside her. I continued to thrust as I began to suck her breasts again. I forced my hand as deeply inside of her as I could, and stopped thrusting long enough to wiggle it around inside of her. I saw her open her mouth in a huge smile of approval, but also likely to take in more air. I watched her face, as my mouth alternated between her nipples, and I imagined shoving my cock in her mouth.

“Do you like it?” I asked.

“YES…Oh…God…yes!”

I pulled my finger out of her, and brought it to my mouth to taste her sweet juices. I then held my finger in front of her mouth, and said “Open.” She opened her mouth, and began to suck on my finger hard. She seemed to love the taste of herself. I began to slowly thrust the finger in and out of her mouth, giving her an idea of what was yet to come. After a minute or so, I stopped, and slid down to remove her jeans.

She began to wriggle out of them for me. I looked up at her, and she was watching me intently. Her breasts were heaving up and down with the air she was rapidly taking in and out of her lungs. Her head rolled over to look at the video camera again. She seemed to be fascinated that she was the star of this show. I didn”t want to tell her to stop looking, but I also wanted the entire video to be somewhat natural. I removed her jeans, and threw them to the floor. I quickly moved back up to her crotch, and firmly bit the inside of her thigh.

I looked at her as quickly as I”d bitten her, to see her turn her head away from the camera, and sound out her approval. I could smell her sex now, and wanted her more each minute. I took her pink cotton panties in my teeth, and began to remove them. My chin brushed past her slit as I did, and I let go of her panties for a moment to stick my tongue near it, just to let her know what I had in mind. She gasped, and her body tensed as my tongue teased her.

I removed her panties, and dropped them from my mouth. I began to kiss and lick my way back up her legs. I watched her watching me from the top of my bed. I also got my first glimpse at her pussy. It was beautiful. Nothing and no one besides Angie herself had ever seen or touched it before, and I was about to put my tongue inside of it. Her body was quivering with anticipation, as she anticipated what she was about to experience.

I reached her slit, and rubbed my face all over it. I could hear her moaning with delight. Very slowly, I began to slide my tongue inside it in an attempt to tease her out of her mind. She began to grind her pussy all over, trying to force my tongue inside of her. I put my arms underneath her legs, positioning my hands on her breasts. I began to massage them as my tongue penetrated her, and began to probe around inside of her.

“OH GOD, BAY-BEE!” she cried out as she felt someone eating her pussy for the first time. It tasted so good, and I felt the heat emanating from between her legs. I began to probe her even faster.

“Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah…feels so good, bay-bee!” I located her clit, and began to tickle it with my tongue. I took one hand from her breasts, and slid two fingers inside of her, and began to finger fuck her in jackhammer like fashion. I pinched her nipples firmly with my remaining hand, while the other slammed in and out of her tight, wet pussy, preparing it for me to let my cock do the same thing. Her entire body convulsed, as her long-dormant sexuality began to awaken.

I stopped long enough to tell her, “Say “eat my pussy”".

“Eat my pussy.” She said it, but it was very quiet, and almost humble.

“NO!” I shouted, slamming my hand inside of her even faster. “Louder!”

“Eat my pussy!”

“That”s it. I”m going to stop.” I stopped finger fucking her, but I left them inside of her. “You don”t want this.”

“OH, GOD, BAY-BEE, EAT MY FUCKIN” PUSSY!!!”

With that, I buried my face back into her crotch, and began to suck on her clit. I began finger fucking her again, this time sliding a third finger in her. I began to thrust them steadily, but aggressively. The scents of both her perfume and her sex, as well as the sound of her passionate shouts filled the air. I stopped thrusting, and began to wiggle my fingers around inside of her soft, warm, wet treasure. She writhed around on the bed, looking down at me. She began bouncing up and down on my fingers and my face. I felt her inner thighs tense up next to my head.

“Oh, bay-bee…I think I”m going to…OH GOD!!! AAAAAHHHH!!! AHHHH!!! UUNNNGGHHH!!!!”

Angie shouted out loudly as she had her first orgasm given to her by someone other than herself. I felt her pussy tighten around my fingers, still inside her as she came. When she stopped, I jumped off of the bed, and removed my pants and underwear quickly. I climbed back on the bed, and mounted her so that my cock was dangling in front of her mouth.

“Suck my cock, Angie.”

Without a second thought, she took my hard dick in her mouth. I leveraged myself above her, using the headboard, and began to fuck her mouth. Her hands held my ass, and stroked up and down my legs as I started to thrust. She looked up at me for a moment, and then closed her eyes again, sucking her first cock.

I remembered how often I”d caught her looking at the camera. “Look at the camera, Angie.” She rolled her head over to look, never removing my cock from her lips. Her eyes looked right at the lens.

“Do you like knowing that we”re filming you suck your first cock?”

“Mm-hmm” was the only response I got from her. I started to fuck her mouth again, making sure I forced it as deeply as I could. I couldn”t stand it any longer, though. As great as her mouth felt, it was time to let Angie experience her first dick inside her. I pulled my cock out of her mouth, and positioned myself between her legs. I spread them as wide as I could. Before me was a young, nubile, girl with an incredible body, huge breasts, and a warm pussy waiting for me to slide inside of it. So I did. After months of wanting, longing, fantasizing and frustration, I was finally fucking Angie.

“OH GOD!” she cried out as I entered her. Her breathing heightened again as I began to thrust. Even after loosening her with my fingers, her pussy was incredibly tight, and it wrapped around my cock nicely. I fit inside her like a glove, and it felt amazing. I loved watching her huge, natural breasts bounce as I pumped inside her. I loved listening to the sounds of my dick pounding against and inside her. I loved hearing the sounds she made as I continued to thrust.

“Do you like my dick?”

“Ugh, ugh, ugh, yes, ugh, ugh…”

“I SAID, DO YOU LIKE MY DICK??!”

“OH, GOD YES, BAY-BEE!”

“You came here to get fucked today, didn”t you?”

“Ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh…”

“DIDN”T YOU!?!”

“YES!”

“SAY IT!”

“I came here to get fucked! Ugh, ugh, ugh!”

“LOUDER!”

“I CAME HERE TODAY TO GET “FUCKED”!!!”

I loved watching her tan breasts bounce. I looked down to see my cock slamming in and out of her, over and over again. I was covered with her juices. She was now holding her legs up in the air, underneath her knees. Again, her eyes wandered over to the video camera. I liked the fact that she seemed fascinated with being on tape during all of this.

“Turn over. Get on your knees” I told her. I pulled out long enough to get her to sit up, and turn over on all fours. “Face the camera.” She turned her body to do so, and I grabbed her hips, and shoved myself back inside of her, and started pumping again. She was positioned so that she was looking directly at the lens now.

“Oh yeah” she uttered as I re-entered her. I slapped her smooth ass as I was thrusting. I could see the sides of her breasts hanging down and bouncing as I pumped. Her tan body was at my disposal.

“Look at the lens” I ordered her. “Say, “All I care about is getting fucked”.”

“All I care about is getting fucked!”

“LOUDER, GODDAMMIT!!!”

“ALL I CARE ABOUT IS GETTING FUCKED!!! OH GOD…”

She dropped to her elbows, and began to massage her clit while I was ramming her from behind. I smacked her ass again just to let her know I was in charge, at the moment. As a further reminder, I slid my thumb in her ass which emitted an “Oh yeah” from her.

I felt my cock about to burst. I pulled out of her quickly and ordered Angie to roll on to her back. She flipped over, and I released what felt like an endless amount of sperm onto her heaving breasts. She squeezed them together nicely so that she could collect every drop that landed on her.

“Come here” she told me, motioning with her hand, but staring at my cock. I moved toward her, and she took it into her mouth, sucking it gently. I stroked her long brown hair as she finished me off.

“How did you know to do that? I thought this was your first time.”

“It is. I watched your videos, remember? I know what you like.” Angie had seen me come in a couple of women”s mouths on tape. She was clearly an attentive student.

Her breathing was finally beginning to slow down. “That was “amazing”. Is that what sex feels like every time?”

“No. Sometimes it”s even better.”

A couple of nights later, Angie came back over to my house. When she let herself in, she found me in my office, transferring our experience to DVD. She had a bag from a local electronics store in one hand, and some paperwork in the other.

“Hi.”

“Hi there. Whatcha doin”?”

“Working on that human interaction project I was telling you about. You”re now a part of it.” I smiled and winked at her when I said that, because the images from our first time together were clearly visible on the computer monitor. I chuckled when I said, “I can”t believe how many times you looked right at the camera lens.”

Angie smiled back at me, as she set the bag down. She was wearing a white blouse, almost see-through, and khaki pants. “I couldn”t help it. I loved being the star in your show.” She paused, and then said, “My twin asked me what I was so happy about today. I think she knows.”

“Did you tell her?”

“No. She doesn”t need to know anything yet. I”ll tell her, when the time is right.”

I was increasingly impressed with Angie”s maturity. I nodded my head towards the arm with the paperwork.

“What”s that?” I asked.

“Brochures and applications from a couple of local colleges. I think it’s time to look into it. Maybe an arts program, with a concentration on photography.” She smiled at me as she said it.

“And the bag?” I asked.

She began to unbutton her blouse as she moved towards me. Her cleavage was revealed, and I was instantly aroused. After wanting Angie for so long, I finally got to have her. However, my thirst for her body wasn’t quenched; it was only multiplied.

“I bought a dozen videotapes today,” she said. “I like this little project, and I have a lot that I”m ready to learn.”

I stood up, and took the bag in my hand, then pulled her close to me. I loved the smell of her, and I was about to enjoy the taste and feel, as well. Again. I began to grind my hardened crotch into hers. “I agree,” I said. “I think we should go work on this project some more right now.”

Again Diana looked across at us, “I will tell you because you are my friends, and I love you very much. I have women’s things and men’s things down below.”

“What the hell are you talking about?” Sharon asked.

“I was born with a penis and a vagina.”

Both Sharon and I stared stupidly across at Diana not knowing what to say.

“If you promise not laugh, or tell anyone, I will show you if you want to see. Do you want to see?”

To be honest, I wasn’t sure I wanted to, but Sharon was intrigued and most certainly did.

“Come inside, and I will show you.” Diana suggested.

Sharon climbed from the tub and dried herself with a towel before putting her robe on again. I stayed where I was; not wanting to place myself in a situation where Diana felt more uncomfortable than she already was.

But Diana looked over at me and smiled, “Its okay, you can see too.”

Diana walked into the bedroom and turned on the light, but dimmed it down. She then stood close to the bed and looked across at Sharon and I.

“I’ve never done this before and I’m very nervous, so please be kind to me. I have never shown myself to people other than doctors.”

Sharon and I sat on the side of the bed and promised to be kind.

Diana sighed nervously as she slipped off her shoes, then lifted her yellow top over her head and dropped it onto the bed. Then reaching behind her, she unsnapped her white bra and shrugged herself out of it. Her dark breasts were small and pert, and looked perfectly natural under my expert eyes. She let us look for a few seconds before unclipped the top button of her dark three quarter pants and let them drop to the floor. Her hands moved to matching white panties and eased them down over her lean thighs. She then stood nervously before us in all her naked splendour

To both Sharon and my astonishment, a penis lay between her thighs, curled downwards and under for concealment amongst a mass of dark curls.

“Bloody hell.” I exclaimed without thinking.

Diana reached down and gently lifted the uncircumcised shaft upwards exposing a pair of what looked like pussy lips beneath.

“See, I’m a woman underneath.” she whispered.

I watched as a most intrigued Sharon approached the bed close to where Diana was standing and sat down.

“I’ve never seen anything like it.” Sharon commented after a few seconds.

“I’m what you call a hermaphrodite.” Diana added sitting down on the bed beside Sharon.

“Do you mind if I have a closer look?” Sharon asked. “I’ve never seen anything like this before.”

Diana smiled nervously, then lay back on the bed and parted her legs slightly. Sharon moved closer and ran her hand over Diana’s thigh as she peered between her legs.

“So, are you attracted to men or women?” Sharon asked.

“I feel like a woman, I like men.”

“So what about sex, how do you manage that?”

Diana smiled, “I don’t. I’ve never been with another person. My sex life is confined to masturbation, you know, sex toys, vibrators and dildos and things.”

“But what about your penis, does it work?”

Diana chuckled, “Oh yes, it works real good. It gets hard and I can cum.”

Sharon looked over at me and winked; the mischievous glint in her eyes obvious; and I just smiled.

Sharon then looked down at Diana, “Do you mind if I touch you? I promise to be gentle.”

Diana looked at my wife for a few seconds, and then nodded. I watched as Sharon’s hand slipped around Diana’s cock and begin to fondle it gently. Diana closed her eyes and lay submissively as her cock began to harden. It soon stood straight and Sharon’s hand stoked her shaft slowly easing the foreskin back and forth over the thick pink head at the top. It grew to an average size, about the same size as mine, but much smaller than those we see on adult videos. I watched as Sharon lowered her face towards the head, and her tongue slip out to massage the eye. Diana moaned and began to thrust her cock upwards in excitement.

Sharon lifted her face away, “Don’t you cum yet, we’re gonna have a little fun first. Just relax and let me play with you.”

Diana laughed, “I don’t know whether I can.”

“Just try.” Sharon advised. “So you haven’t put this into a woman?”

Diana shook her head. “No.”

“And you’ve never had a cock inside you?”

Again Diana shook her head.

“How’d you like us to change all that?” Sharon asked before lowering her mouth over Diana’s cock.

Diana just squirmed silently under Sharon’s exquisite technique, the answer was plainly obvious. For the next thirty seconds, I watched with voyeuristic interest as my wife suckled on another cock. Diana just lay back now fully submissive to Sharon’s attentions. Every now and them, Sharon released Diana’s cock from her hand and mouth to remove any temptation of a premature ejaculation; and after a few seconds would then return diligently to her task.

I moved to the foot of the bed so that I could look between Diana’s slightly parted thighs. Through the curls, I could see the faint outline of pussy lips, and thin line of pinkness between them. While the sight of an erect cock above was kind of confusing, it was also wildly erotic. I allowed my eyes to take in Diana’s body; her brown legs were long and smooth. Above my wife’s bobbing head, Diana’s small breasts lay almost flat upon her chest, but her large dark nipples stood proudly erect.

I reached over to Sharon and began to untie the belt around her robe, and she raised her body slightly so that I could remove it. Diana’s eyes opened and focused on Sharon leaning over her. She smiled as Sharon’s heavy breasts swung slowly back and forth. I began kissing the outside of Sharon’s thighs just how she always likes it, moving slowly around towards her pussy. Due to the position she was kneeling in, I couldn’t quite reach her curls with my tongue, but I had something else that could. I moved closer behind Sharon and undid my robe before easing my cock towards her pussy. To my surprise, Sharon slipped Diana’s cock from her mouth and turned to me shaking her head.

“Not yet, let’s play with her first.” she suggested while turning her attention to Diana. “Can we both play with you?”

Diana smiled and nodded her head.

Not wanting to miss out on the fun, I moved around the other side of the bed and knelt beside Diana. I gently began caressing her, and allowed my hands to explore her smooth breasts. Her eyes were now focused on my cock which was only inches from her body. Sharon was watching the interaction with interest; and after a few seconds lifted Diana’s hand to my cock. Diana ran her fingers tantalisingly down my shaft before taking me in hand.

“This is real weird.” Diana soon commented running her fingers around the glands. “There’s no foreskin to play with.”

For the next few minutes, we quietly explored each others bodies. Sharon continued to slowly suckle on Diana’s cock while allowing her fingers to explore the dark lips below. Diana lifted her buttocks from the bed and sighed as Sharon’s finger slipped inside her. Diana then pulled my face close to hers, and then kissed me gently with her tongue soon playing with mine.

“Ohhhh, this is so nice.” she whispered after breaking the kiss.

Sharon lifted her mouth from Diana’s cock and looked down at her, “Would you like to put your cock inside me?”

“Diana smiled, “Yes, I’d like to.”

Sharon looked across at me, and I knew she was asking for permission. I smiled and nodded, for I wanted this to happen.

“Wanna get the condoms?” she asked.

I wandered into the bathroom and returned with a bag in which we hid our play things. Rummaging through the bag, I came up with a condom and offered it Sharon. She quickly removed it from the packet and then placed it over Diana’s cock. Diana quickly reached to her cock, eased her foreskin down and held it there as Sharon gently rolled the pink sheath over the head and down the shaft to the base.

“Ready to lose your virginity?” Sharon asked Diana.

Diana smiled excitedly, “I’ve been ready for years.”

“Well here goes.” Sharon replied as she straddled Diana and manoeuvred herself over her condomed covered cock.

I watched from close by as Sharon slipped the condom through her velvet wet pink lips and began to lower herself slowly onto it. It was the most erotic few seconds I’ve ever experienced as my wife’s lovely pussy lowered over Diana’s virgin cock leaving only the rim of the condom showing. Diana then responded with little moans of pleasure as Sharon began to move up and down. They were soon holding hands and kissing tenderly as they rocked against each other, Sharon’s substantial breasts crushing Diana’s. I knew from my wife’s little moans and tremors that she was experiencing her little orgasms that she always had while making love.

Diana began to shake uncontrollably and Sharon quickly lifted herself from her cock leaving it swinging in the air.

“Don’t you cum yet, the night’s still young.” Sharon urged.

“I’ll try.” Diana moaned. “Bit it’s sooo nice.”

Sharon waited awhile, and then lowered herself back onto Diana’s shaft. Without a hint of jealousy, I watched as they kissed and petted for awhile. Then Sharon turned to me and pulled me close. For the next few minutes, the three of us lay close and kissed passionately, the eroticism not missed on any of us.

“Would you like a cock in you now?” Sharon asked.

Diana grinned, “Might as well try everything on offer. I’ll never get a chance like this again.”

Sharon lifted herself from Diana and peeled the messy condom from her cock and tossed it uncaringly over her shoulder. Reaching into the bag for a new condom, she then handed it to Diana as I lay down on my back.

“Here you go; a woman’s duty to make sure it’s on properly.”

Diana took the small packet and then turned to me taking my cock in hand. She explored the shaft for a second or two; then lowered her mouth to it. Her tongue flicked tentatively over it, and then traced the rim of the head before allowing her warm lips over it. To be fair it was an inept start, but one had to remember that this was Diana’s first attempt at a blow job. And after years of my wife’s magnificent skilful attentions, I was used to the best.

But I lay back and let Diana suckle on me, she was soon joined by Sharon and I watched with gleeful pleasure as both women tormented my cock. Diana proved to be a good student and was soon copying Sharon’s wonderful technique, and I had to start fighting back the first stirrings of an orgasm.

Sharon saved me by retrieving my cock from Diana’s mouth and wiping it on the corner of the bedspread.

“Fuck time.” she whispered. “Next lesson is never put a condom on a wet cock cause it can slide off.”

“Thank you, “I’ll remember that.” Diana replied through shiny saliva covered lips.

Diana tore open the condom packet and removed the contents. At first she got it all wrong and placed the condom over the head of my cock upside down. She quickly turned it over and rolled it down to the base, and then gently stroked me as she lowered her lips briefly to mine.

“This is my first time, so gently, gently please.” she said before rolling back on the bed.

This left me with the most unusual dilemma, there before me lay an attractive woman offering herself to me. Her long legs spread wide invitingly, but an erect cock stood proudly above a pussy and right in the way of my intentions. It didn’t put me off, but how was I to approach the situation? Now, my lustful wife Sharon has many attributes, and thinking outside the square is one of them.

She just smiled at the situation, “Honey, I think you’ll need to turn over for this one?”

Without hesitation, Diana rolled onto her stomach and lifted her buttocks towards me. From this angle, the situation improved one hundred percent. In front of me was a nice round pair of dark buttocks, her pussy lips stood proudly ready for my attentions. From here I could easily ignore the appendage that hung strangely below, and I wasted no time in positioning myself behind her. I slipped my cock between her lips and immediately found her entrance. My intention was to slip slowly into her bit by bit, but so wet was she that I sunk into her tunnel to the hilt in one easy stroke.

“Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.” Diana groaned as she pushed back against me and rotated her buttocks. “Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, that’s sooooooooo goooood.”

I slipped my hands around her narrow waist and began to slowly stroke back and forth. At first Diana’s movements were exaggerated and erratic, and several times I slipped from her, but each time Diana’s urgent hand would guide me back inside. Gradually, Diana got the knack of it and was soon moving against me in well measured movements.

“How’s that?” Sharon asked.

“Fucking great.” Diana answered. “Much better than my dildos, that’s for sure.”

Sharon laughed, “Yeah, but dildos don’t talk back, leave their clothes all over the place, leave the toilet seat up, or fart in bed.”

“Mmmmmm, Diana muttered as she rocked against me. “Well if you don’t want him, just leave him with me. I’ll look after him.”

“Oh no you don’t. You’re not having him.” Sharon replied in mock anger. “He’s mine.”

“Spoilsport.” Diana replied.

I just smiled; for it’s not often that I’ve had two women fight over me, well never if I had to be perfectly honest. One has to treasure these moments, and I continued on with my lustful duties. Like most men I’ve never been a fan of condoms, but Diana’s pussy was warm, tight and wet and my pleasure was not insignificant.

“So you like being fucked? Sharon asked after awhile.

“Ohhhhhh yes, its fucking fantastic.”

Sharon eased beneath Diana and positioned herself under her cock. Reaching for a pillow and placing it under her head, she directed Diana’s cock into her mouth and suckled on it. Diana responded with a large sigh and restricted her movements so that she could accept Sharon’s warm mouth.

For Diana, it was a time of indescribable exquisite pleasure. She loved the feeling of a cock inside her for the first time, it was hard and warm and it felt nice. The addition of her cock being sucked provided more intense pleasure. She had always been ashamed of her differences; and thoughts and desires of sex with someone else was always going to be something that would never happen. But here and now, two lovely people had taken her into another world which hours ago would have been unthinkable. Diana was now in another place, and she knew that she could never return to being content with masturbation. Being touched and loved by others was something that she would now always desire. These people loving her now were not disgusted by her differences as she thought everyone would be. Sure, they were intrigued, but they did not laugh or ridicule her. Instead they wanted to love her, and what could be better than that? A moment of emotional and physical pleasure flowed through Diana; and without thinking or warning, she ejaculated over Sharon’s unsuspecting face.

“Bloody hell.” muttered Sharon as she slipped out from under Diana.

I looked down and then laughed at the sight of two long lines of cum running down my wife’s contorted face. Diana pulled away from and began wiping away the gooey mess.

“Oh Sharon, I’m sooo sorry.” Diana cried. “I didn’t mean to.”

Sharon giggled, “Its okay, I’m used to getting a face full. It was just a little unexpected.”

The moments of passion had quickly turned to humour, and we sat on the bed and laughed at ourselves.

“So, what would you like to do now?” Sharon asked.

“Can I watch you do it?” she suggested after a slight hesitation.

“Sure.” Sharon replied reaching for my cock and removing the condom.

She then spread herself on the bed and parted her lovely thighs wide for me, “Okay sweetness; show Diana what you can do.”

“I’m not sure that I want to.” I joked while taking in the wonderful sight of her pink wide lipped pussy.

My wife laughed at the absurdity of the statement, “What a load of bullshit, get down here and fuck me.”

I obeyed and slipped gently between her thighs, a waiting hand guided me inside her warm wetness, and I was soon ensnared in arms and legs. Diana appeared with a warm face cloth and thoughtfully cleaned Sharon’s face of her cum. For the next few minutes, Diana sat close and watched Sharon and I make love, from time to time she would move around the bed to take in a different view of the proceedings. Again, I began to feel the stirrings of an orgasm; Sharon also recognised the signs and wisely rolled out from under me.

I looked over at Diana, and was surprised to see that she had another erection which was being slowly stroked.

Sharon just smiled, “Mmmmmm, what are we going to do with that?

“Maybe we could all fuck at the same time.” Diana suggested.

After a few seconds of discussion, a plan was formulated and Sharon then slipped condoms over both cocks. Diana lowered herself onto her back and Sharon slipped over her and guided her cock into her. After a couple of seconds of moving up and down, Sharon lay down over Diana. The plan was for me to slip into Diana, but it wasn’t to be. Either my cock was too short or my wife’s backside was too big, which I wasn’t prepared to discuss for obvious reasons. But whatever I tried, I couldn’t get close enough to gain entry. After a few swear words and lots of giggling, we gave up on that idea.

We changed positions, this time with Sharon on the bottom and Diana on top of her in the missionary position. I then slipped between their parted thighs, and managed to enter Diana without a hitch. Diana pleasure was acknowledged with little moans of pleasure, and I could feel the trembling within her.

“Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, that’s sooooooo fuuuuuuuuuuuking goooooooood.” she whimpered time and time again.

It wasn’t long before Sharon began to complain of both Diana’s and my weight upon her, and the embrace was broken. But by this time Diana was intrigued by the idea of all of us fucking at the same time. Leaping from the bed, she disappeared from the room and returned dragging the large but narrow wooden coffee table from the lounge behind her.

She just laughed at our surprise, “Trust me, we can do this.”

Pulling the bedspread from the bed, she placed it over the table and then lowered herself onto it with her buttocks balancing on the edge.

She then smiled over at Sharon, “Can I ask one big favour?”

“Sure.”

How’d you feel about not using condoms? I want to try it natural.” Diana asked. “I’ve never done it with anyone else and I’m clean. I suspect that you two are risk free too, so how about it?”

Sharon looked over at me, and after a few seconds of contemplation I shrugged my shoulders, “I’m okay if you are.”

Sharon reached over removed the condom from my cock and then did the same to Diana. She then straddled both the table and Diana. Diana directed her cock between Sharon’s pussy lips, and then waited as she lowered herself onto it.

“Ohhhhhhhhhhh, that’s much better. Now I know why guys hate condoms.” Diana mumbled after a few seconds.

For a few short minutes I watched from behind as Sharon slipped up and down on Diana’s cock, her strong thighs easily taking her weight as her pussy lips hugged every contour of the slippery shaft between them. At the same time, Diana’s inquisitive hands fondled Sharon’s swinging breasts and smiled at their weight.

“Ouch, how do carry these around all day.” she asked.

“Not easily.” Sharon muttered.

I then became impatient and wanted to get in on the action. I kissed Sharon on the back and shoulders at the same time encouraging her to lie flat on Diana. I dropped a pillow onto the floor between Diana’s parted legs and knelt down. The sight before me was unique as well as erotic; Diana’s slippery cock was being well ridden by my Sharon, and below sat Diana’s pink pussy lips just waiting for my attentions. I manoeuvred myself as close possible and slipped my cock between those lovely dark lips.