Welcome to My Mid-Life Crisis Ch. 06

Posted: August 29th, 2009 | Author: Jeffrey | Filed under: Hardcore Stories | Tags: Hardcore, Story |

Frank jumped as the phone rang, startling him from his nap. He must have dozed off watching the hockey game. He crossed the room and answered the phone.

“Hello,” said Frank testily.

“Wow,” said Tara, “I was expecting a nicer response than that. Did I call at a bad time?”

Frank chuckled. “Sorry, Tara. I must have dozed off and the phone woke me up. Sorry if I was a bit testy.”

“No problem,” said Tara sweetly. “Are you too tired to talk?”

“Absolutely not,” said Frank. “How’s life?”

It had been four weeks since he’d seen last Tara; she’d been away in New Mexico doing her clinicals. She had only a few more months to go until she graduated. Over the last 4 weeks he’d almost burnt up his phone talking to her at least every other night. They’d covered everything from weather to current events to his report of the college’s girls’ hockey team, a subject which caused him to chuckle as he struggled not to divulge his night of debauchery with the team’s top line. They even talked about each other’s love lives with great candor. Frank loved these calls with her, though he knew their phone bills would be outrageous.

“Life’s ok,” she said, a bit drearily.

“What’s wrong?” asked Frank.

“Nothing, really. Just homesick I guess.” She didn’t sound depressed, just a little down.

“Hey, I can understand that,” said Frank sympathetically. “On the other hand, you aren’t missing much up here.”

“That’s not what I hear.” said Tara coyly.

“Huh? Did I miss something?” asked Frank, confused.

“Oh come on, I know you’ve been having a lot of fun up there in the north, sowing your oats, fucking anything that moves.”

Frank could tell she was teasing him. “Are you trying to make me sound like the town whore? You know you’ve been the one who’s talked me into going on all these dates. Not jealous are you?” Now it was his turn to tease her.

“Oh, a little. I mean, my excursions into the dating scene down here have been less than stellar.”

“I wouldn’t exactly call mine incredible,” said Frank sardonically.

“Say you never did tell me what happened at the club with Esmeralda that night.”

“Huh?” asked Frank confused. Suddenly it dawned on him what incident she meant. “Tara, that was months ago, before you even left.”

“Yeah but you promised me you’d tell me and you never did. Come on, Frank. Please?” Tara’s voice was pleading and girlish, all traces of depression gone. “I’m sitting here, all alone, wearing that Wild jersey you gave me and nothing else. Tell me a bedtime story?”

Frank’s cock became hard faster than he had ever experienced. He thought of her sitting on her couch, wearing the jersey he had bought for her at the game they went to the day before she left. He could see her long smooth legs curving out from under the red and gold trim, revealing just a hint of her shaved mound. He wet his dry lips. “OK Tara, I think I can remember most of it, but you have to promise to tell me one next.”

“Oh I think I can handle that,” she said. “I’m gonna put you on the speaker phone, so my hands are free.”

Frank chuckled. “So it’s going to be one of those nights, eh? Ok are you ready?”

“You could cut glass with my nipples, they’re so hard with anticipation.”

“Ok,” he said, “here goes. I can’t remember how it all went down because I’ll admit it, I was totally plastered. I haven’t drunk that much since college. I do remember that once we were in the Ron’s limo I sobered up pretty quickly…”

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Frank and Esmeralda sat opposite Ron, who just shook his head as dark skinned Brazilian stripper ran her hands all over Frank’s body. She kissed him savagely, growling and biting his neck. The normally shy Frank would have been frozen in fear or run screaming in to the night, but his recent encounter with Tara had bolstered his self-confidence. The bottle of rum he’d had tonight was helping a bit as well. Pulling off her top, Frank buried his face between her huge breasts. Obviously implants, they were easily 40DD and topped with small black nipples. He sucked hard on the nipples, biting and squeezing her tits roughly.

Esmeralda looked into his eyes and growled in lust. She then dropped her hands and ripped at his pants to unleash his cock. Despite all the alcohol in his system he was rigidly hard. Esmeralda started to slowly stroke his cock and looked back into his eyes.

“Tara was right; you do have a beauty here. I love big cocks. Love feeling stretched and full.” The Brazilian girl licked her lips again. “Let’s see if you think I give head as well as Tara.”

Esmeralda began to lick his rigid shaft, until her was slick with her saliva. She then began to stroke his cock as her lips took his engorged head into her mouth. Frank could feel her tongue swirling around it as she slowly pumped him with her fist. Soon she was taking 4 or 5 inches into her mouth with each thrust, fucking him with her mouth and hand. Frank’s head fell back as he savored the sensation.

Ron’s voice brought him back to reality. “I don’t know if this is apropos or not, but I can’t help it.” With that, he yanked his equally rigid cock from his pants and began to stroke it as he watched the scene before him.

Esmeralda took her mouth from Frank’s cock and looked back at Ron. She looked up at Frank and said, “I guess I shouldn’t let you have all the fun.” With that she crawled over to Ronnie and sucked him into her mouth. Ronnie gasped as Esmeralda took all 7 inches of him down her throat until his balls rested against her chin.

“Holy shit,” Ron exclaimed as the worked him with her throat. He looked down at her gorgeous lips, impaled on his cock and then looked up at Frank. His eyes got huge when he saw Frank’s rigid member. “Oh my gawd Frank! I heard her say it but I thought she was just exaggerating. You’re fucking huge!”

“Thanks Ron,” said Frank sarcastically, “that’s the gayest thing anyone’s ever said to me.”

Ron turned red. “I didn’t mean it like that.” His attention was snapped back as Esmeralda reach down and grabbed his balls in her hand and squeezed. Ronnie moaned and grabbed a hand full of hair and began to slowly fuck her mouth.

Frank looked down at Esmeralda, now on her hands and knees, and realized she wasn’t wearing any panties. He gorgeous chocolate ass was visible as her short skirt rode up to her waist. Frank saw her black mound, completely shaved and capped with a pair of thin labia which were well parted, revealing the slick pink inner folds of her pussy. Frank dropped to the limo floor and began to frantically lick the hot pink center of her dark pussy. Esmeralda gasped and pushed back against him.

Frank ate her quim with drunken abandon, frigging her clit until she came, moaning around Ronnie’s dick. Frank then moved his tongue up and slammed it into her dark puckered asshole. Esmeralda gave a deep moan and her hips began to gyrate. Soon she was going crazy, slamming Ronnie’s dick hard into her throat as Frank tongue fucked her ass with two fingers buried in her wet pink pussy. Finally she could take no more.

Pulling her mouth from Ron’s cock she turned back to frank. “Fuck me,” she commanded. “Take that big dick and fuck this wet black pussy. Hard.”

Frank grabbed her hips and slid his cock against her. He entered her slowly letting his cock slide past her wet hole. He entered her with relative easy, compared to the viselike grip of Tara’s pussy. Within three stroked he was pumping away, slamming all 10 inches in and out of her quim. Esmeralda was once more sucking Ron’s dick with abandon, mercilessly squeezing his balls.

Frank could feel his orgasm start to build as he looked as Esmeralda’s gorgeous ass. “Fuck I’m gonna cum, Esmeralda.”

“Not yet!” she cried, pulling back from Ron with a pop. “You have to cum in my mouth.” Frank wasn’t sure if it was her heavy Brazilian accent or the matter of fact way she said it, but it was all he could do to contain himself from launching all over her back. She pulled away from his cock and pushed him back onto the seat. She then dropped to her knees and started to lick and suck her juices from his monster cock.

“What the fuck?” exclaimed Ronnie. “So you’re just gonna leave me hanging here?”

“Of course not,” said Esmeralda. She crawled over and patted him on the cheek. “That was very rude of me, I’m sorry. Why don’t you fuck me while I suck Frank’s dick?” With that she crawled back to Frank and began to suck his cock once more.

“Um, are you nuts?” exclaimed Ron. “You think I want to go after him and have my dick compared to that monster? I mean you know I’m going to pale in comparison to that log you just had shoved up there.”

“So put it in my ass,” she said around a mouthful of Frank’s cock.

“Excuse me?” said Ronnie, blinking.

“You heard the lady,” said Frank, “get over here and fuck her gorgeous ass.” The rum was really making him swim now.

Ronnie scrambled over behind her and positioned his cock at the entrance to her nether hole. He then stopped and bent, tentatively giving Esmeralda’s ass a lick. She twitched, and Ron licked her a bit harder, making the stripper moan even louder around Frank’s cock. Soon Ronnie had his face buried between her chocolate ass cheeks, eating her ass with abandon. Finally he pulled up and placed his cock at the entrance to her slick hole. He pushed firmly yet slowly, penetrating her a little at a time, though she was obviously relaxed and ready for him.

Soon there they were, Ron fucking Esmeralda’s round dark ass with abandon while she struggled to get all 10 inches of Frank down her throat. Ronnie came first. Esmeralda slammed Frank balls deep into her throat like a pro as Ron filled her pretty asshole with cum. Exhausted, he collapsed back onto the limo floor.

When her own orgasm passed, Esmeralda looked up into Frank’s eyes. “Cum for me Frank, right down my throat.”

She then slammed him balls deep once more and fucked him with her mouth, moving only a few inches back and forth and working him with her throat muscles. Her hands squeezed his balls, and when he could take no more, he grabbed two handfuls of her braids and let loose. His seed shot into her open throat. She swallowed greedily and pulled back to let him fill her mouth. She swirled her tongue around him and he felt her swallow the mouthful of his hot cum.

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Frank stopped his story and became conscious of the moaning on the other end of the phone. He listened quietly to the unmistakable sounds of Tara’s orgasm. He then realized he’d been stroking his cock, which was now slick with his precum, as he spoke. When he heard her moaning die off, her said, “I assume that means you liked my story?”

Tara giggled. “You bet! But what happened next?”

“Oh we showed up at my house and I convinced Esmeralda that I was too tired and too drunk to perform again, so she went home with Ronnie.”

“Wow! Ronnie actually scored on his own.” joked Tara.

“Yeah and he now has a thing for black chicks and ass fucking. Go figure?” They shared a laugh, and the Frank continued. “OK Tara, your turn.”

“Shit Frank, I don’t have any good stories. Every date I’ve had down here has been a disaster. I usually wind up watching dirty movies on Cinemax and diddling myself with my vibrator.”

Oh come on,” said Frank, “What ever happened with that young resident you were flirting with?” There had been one young doctor there who had caught her eye, and seduced her, or so he thought, into meeting him in one of the empty rooms. Tara had been describing the set up of that meeting to Frank for a week. She had really gotten into the pursuit, trying to lure him without him knowing, making him think he was the hunter, when really he was the prey. Frank was surprised by her candor, and after an irrational instant of jealousy, found the whole thing quite amusing.

“It was such a joke,” Tara said mournfully. “We start making out and next thing you know he’s got his fingers jammed in my panties, shoving two fingers in and out of my pussy like he’s trying to start a fire or something. The other hand is trying to get my bra unhooked. I finally had to pull away and make a little production out of unhooking it so as not to bruise his ego. So then, the imbecile starts sucking on my nipple like he’s trying to pop the fucker off. Now, I like a good sucking as much as the next girl, but this guy was killing me. So I thought to myself, well shit if he can suck that hard, I’ll bet he eats pussy like a champ. Not so much. I get up on the table, lay my head back and put my legs up, offer him the best meal he’ll ever get. Well, he must not have seen that movie, because the next thing I know he’s got his dick in me. I was like, hey that’s not what I wanted, but whatever. I was horny as hell at this point. So there he is, pumping away for all he’s worth. I had just started to get fired up when whamo, he started making this goofy ass noise and convulsing like an epileptic, and then he collapsed on top of me. All I could do was stare. I didn’t even have time to fake an orgasm!”

When Frank finished laughing himself silly, he expressed his condolences that she’d been sent home unfulfilled. “I’m sorry babe, wish I could have been there to help.”

Tara was silent for a minute and the said softly, “Actually you were…”

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Tara walked in to her apartment and slammed the door. There was no worse feeling than a horny, unfulfilled woman, 1200 miles from home, who’d just had a date with Premature Peter. She flung her purse across the room and went to the bathroom, stripping off her scrubs as she went. She turned on the shower, thinking about taking a cold one, but opted for hot instead, hoping to wash the anger away with steam. As she ran a soapy hand across her pussy, still swollen from her excitement, she was thankful the prick had at least taken the time to put on a condom. After a minute she realized she was playing with herself, and that made her even more frustrated. She finished her shower and got out.

She went into her bedroom and started crying. She’d had worse dates than this one, but the frustration was crashing down on her. She had pursued him, he was her prey, she had manipulated him into thinking her was seducing her, when really it was the other way around, and in the end, she’d gotten nothing for her trouble, her weeks of buildup. That’s what was washing over her. She was suddenly homesick, and went to the closet to put on some clothing.

She found the Minnesota Wild hockey jersey that Frank had given her before she left. They had been on their way to the airport when Tara had said to Denae how this was the first time she had ever been away from Minnesota for more than a couple days. When they stopped, Frank had reached into his hockey bag and pulled out the jersey he wore when he played. It was a bit tattered and being cut for a goalie would fit her like a dress, but it might remind her of home. She was very touched but the gesture, and reassured when he told her it was indeed freshly washed. She had never worn it, being way too hot in Phoenix, but tonight she needed a little piece of home.

She picked up the phone to call Denae, but then remembered that Denae had a game tonight. Frank, being one of their coaches, would be there as well. So she pulled on the jersey and sat on her bed. The jersey, even though it had been washed, still held a tiny bit of the funk associated with all hockey players. It was different though, on this minute level, no longer a putrid, rancid scent, but a musky and masculine odor that instantly drew her thoughts to Frank. She lifted the jersey and inhaled deeply. She caught a whiff of the spicy cologne he wore mixed with the musky scent. It brought back memories of their time together, that first night at the club when she had danced for him, the escapes at the hospital, and their primal coupling at the waterfall pool. She felt her pussy beginning to moisten again, all thoughts of her ill-fated seduction gone from her mind. She reached for the nightstand and opened the box that Denae had sent her just a week ago. Inside was a large realistic looking dildo. She had been scared to even take it out of the box because the size and proportions were nearly identical to Frank. She was sure Denae hadn’t known, how could she, but the similarities were eerie. She removed the dildo from the box and held it in her hands, caressing it, the touch of the veiny texture making her even wetter. In a break of logic that only medical school could instill, she quickly ran to the bathroom to give her new toy a thorough cleaning before she stuck it anywhere. She then returned to her bed

Laying on her side she began to lick and suck on the massive dong. Soon she was lost in the act. She reached over and grabbed her other toy, a small vibrating egg. She began to rub it over her clit and lips, imaging it was Frank’s tongue. She slid it into her sopping pussy and turned the vibrations up, all the while sucking the dildo with abandon. It felt so like him, the scent of him was exuding from the jersey, and all these sensations combined to make the illusion become reality. Forgetting it was a toy, and imagining that it was Frank.

She squeezed her breast and twisted a nipple ferociously as her pussy clenched around the pulsating egg. She worked the Frank’s cock deeper into her throat, so excited that her saliva was dripping down her chin and around his balls. Her orgasm hit her hard and fast and her convulsions shot the egg from her quim. She retrieved the gooey sphere and rubbed it across her clit, sparking an aftershock orgasm. She then moved the egg to reinsert it, changed her mind and pushed it against her ass. The slick, vibrating sphere popped into her asshole and worked its way deep into her ass.

She gasped as the vibrations spread from deep in her ass, through her pussy and up her spine. She rubbed her clit furiously and slammed Frank’s cock deeper down her throat. Unable to take any more she pulled him from her mouth. So slick was it with her saliva that it slid into her wet cunt with little resistance and she pushed until his balls were pressed against her ass.. Frank’s thick cock stretched her aching, tender pussy and she whimpered in pleasure, feeling him inside her once more.

She lifted her legs behind her head and began to fuck herself furiously and she rubbed her throbbing clit. The stretching of her pussy, the harsh vibrations coursing through her ass, Frank’s musky scent emanating from the jersey, all sent her into a whirlwind fantasy. She was back in the Caribbean, the water crashing over her as Frank’s thick shaft pounded into her with animalistic delight. She cried out, screaming Frank’s name as multiple orgasms ripped through her body.

She collapsed, the egg at some point had been expelled from her ass, but the dildo was still embedded balls deep in her pussy. She slid it from her slowly, reveling in the pleasure and pain of her sudden emptiness. Smiling, she gathered the jersey in her hands and deeply inhaled his scent once more. She drifted off to sleep with the mingled scent of Frank and sex coursing through her nostrils.

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“Frank? Frank? Are you still there?”

“Huh?” Frank shook himself from his day dream. “Oh shit. Sorry, Tara, but you really got me with that one. WOW!”

Tara giggled. “I thought you’d like that, but I wasn’t sure I should tell you. I mean, I didn’t want you to get a big head or anything.”

“Well, what did you expect,” said Frank trying to sound nonchalant, “you did just tell me you masturbated while thinking of me.”

“Well,” said Tara softly, “truth be told it was a little more intense than just that. I mean, fuck Frank, I could feel you inside me, your hands caressing me, it was totally intense. I mean I’ve diddled myself thinking of you, hell on the phone with you, but this was different. It was incredible.”

Frank wasn’t sure what to say. “Um, you’re welcome?”

Tara laughed heartily. “I suppose that’s appropriate. So tell me, did my story make you shoot that sweet cum of yours all over yourself?”

Frank looked down at his cock, shocked. “No! Shit, I forgot to even jerk off!”

Tara giggled again. “I guess that was a good story.”

“Indeed,” said Frank.

“So come on, tell me another,” she said. “Didn’t you have a date a few days ago? That girl from the copy room?”

“Oh fuck you mean Caitlin!” exclaimed Frank. “You think your date with Dr. Feelgood was a disaster, get a load of this…”

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Her name was Caitlin, a cute Italian brunette of 36 with a decent body and dark olive skin. She was the delivery girl from the local print shop that his office used. . Frank had finally gotten up the nerve to ask her out and was gratified by the jubilance in her face as she said yes. He had taken her out to a nice Korean restaurant and then to see a play at one of the small theaters in downtown Minneapolis. When the night was over he drove her home and bent to give her a kiss goodnight on the cheek. Instead she had pulled him into a deep kiss full of longing and desire. She looked into his eyes and said, “Frank, I don’t want you to think I’m some kind of slut or anything, but you’ve been so nice to me tonight. I need you, I want you, and it’s been so long. Please, Frank, don’t leave. Make love to me.”

10 minutes later Frank was naked in her bedroom, her legs on his shoulders, sucking on her pussy like it was the last meal of a condemned man. Frank had been extremely turned on by the look of Caitlin’s pussy. Completely shaved, the lips were a darker shade than her skin, and they gaped partially open, revealing the hot pink color of her inner folds. After one lick he marveled at how clean she tasted, the only sent the spicy overtone of her perfume, which had obviously been applied to her nether regions, as well as the rest of her body. She had set him up and had planned this the whole time. Well so be it. Frank was going to give her exactly what she wanted. As far as Frank could tell, Caitlin had already cum twice, but through it all, through all the massive convulsions, she hadn’t made a sound. He was just sending her up the mountain for her third trip across when he saw a flicker of light in the darkened room.

“Mommy,” said a quiet voice from behind the door to the bedroom. Caitlin quickly threw a blanket over him as he froze, his tongue still firmly planted in her pussy, too freaked out to move.

“What’s wrong baby?” she asked gently, her voice shaking from the concealed orgasm.

“I had a bad dream. Can I come sleep with you?”

“Uh, sure baby,” Caitlin said and patted the bed next to her opposite where Frank lay, “come around this side though so you don’t trip on mommy’s shoes.” Frank heard the patter of little feet and felt he bed bump as a small body scrambled past him, just missing his body on its way up to the top of the bed.

“Now close your eyes and go to sleep,” Caitlin said, a hand under the covers, hold Frank still. A few long minutes passed and Frank’s body began to cramp up from inactivity. Finally Caitlin tapped him lightly and Frank slid silently from the bed and quietly, and frantically started to gather up his clothes. He dressed on his way out the door, and exited the house quietly so as not to disturb the neighbors.

The next day Frank was at work when Caitlin showed up with a delivery. She shyly tapped on the door. “Hi Frank,” she said. “Look, I think I owe you an apology for last night.”

Frank was still a bit steamed. “You scared the shit out of me! Damn, I had these visions of some little kid seeing me chewing on his mom’s snatch and scarring him for life.”

“Her, actually,” Caitlin corrected.

“Even better!” exclaimed Frank.

“Look, I’m sorry I should have told you. It’s just that it’s so hard to find anyone whole date a single mother, let alone one with two twin girls, and well, I just needed a release so badly.” A tear ran down Caitlin’s cheek.

“Caitlin, I don’t care if you have kids, but it would have been nice to know. Crap, we could have gone to my place. Next time, just be honest with me, ok?”

Caitlin dried her eyes and sniffled. “So you’ll go out with me again?”

Frank smiled and stood to give her a hug. “Yeah, I’ll take you out again.”

Caitlin looked up and kissed him. Pulling back, she looked at him devilishly and reached out to caress his crotch. “I think I owe you something after that tongue lashing you gave me last night. Do you know how hard it was not to scream?” She pushed him back down into his office chair and got on her knees in front of him. “Just pretend you’re working,” she said as she crawled under his big desk.

Caitlin unzipped his pants and pulled out his now throbbing cock. She attacked it with a fury, one hand pumping the shaft while her tongue circled the head. She then sucked the swollen head between her lips and let it slide into her hot mouth. She sucked hard, working her lips up and down the top half of his shaft, while her hand pumped furiously at the base. Frank chewed on his lower lip and pretended to be engrossed in the file sitting in front of him. He closed his eyes and reveled in the sensation of the frantic blowjob. Caitlin was good. A knock on his door brought him back to reality.

“Hey Frank,” said Tim opening the door, “You got that report for Mike?”

“Uh yeah, I think I have it here somewhere,” he said. He reached into a side drawer and pulled out the report in question and handed it to Tim. Caitlin continued her assault on his member, sucking for all she was worth, trying to make him cum as hard as she had last night. When Tim took a seat opposite Frank, he went rigid. Caitlin, however, never slowed and in fact seemed to increase the ferocity of her cocksucking. Frank could almost see the devilish grin she wore beneath his desk.

“So,” said Tim, “I heard you went out with that chick from the copy place, Caitlin, last night.”

“Yeah, so?”

“So…? Come on man, details!” exclaimed Tim leaning forward expectantly.

“Tim, I am not about to kiss and tell, man. That’s not cool.”

“Oh give me a break dude,” said Tim rolling his eyes, “every guy in the office wants to fuck her. She got those perfect dick sucking lips, you know what I mean?”

Frank felt Caitlin’s silent laugh and was thankful that she had a mouth full of cock so Tim wouldn’t hear her. The expression on his face gave Tim the ammo he needed to continue.

“Ah hah,” Tim said, “I see you do know what I mean. So come on, how good is she?” As if trying to coax a response from him, Caitlin moaned softly and opened her throat, taking nearly all of his length deep into her throat.

“Oh she’s pretty fucking good,” said Frank. At that Caitlin began to bob her head, fucking his cock in and out of her throat as she swallowed, milking the head of his cock with her throat muscles. “Really fucking amazing in fact.”

“Hah!” said Tim. “I knew it. So, how was the pussy? I know she’s got a couple of kids. Was it all torn up or still nice and tight?”

“I don’t know, man,” said Frank, disgusted.

“Wait, you mean you didn’t fuck her? Wait I get it, she likes it in the ass right? That’s it?”

“Dude, I don’t know man,” Frank said in disgust, but the way Caitlin pulled back and fluttered her tongue up the length of his shaft gave him a clue to the answer. “Seriously dude, we got, um, interrupted before we got that far.”

“Huh?”

“Well we went back to her place and things started getting hot and then…”

“Oh shit,” exclaimed Tim, “her husband didn’t come home did he?”

“Husband?” asked Frank, “No, why would he?”

“Um, Frank,” said Tim frowning, “you did know that she was married, right?”

“Well I knew she had a couple of kids, but she told me she was a single mother.”

Tim shook his head. “Actually no, Frank, she’s not.”

Frank was pissed. He started to turn red, realizing that he had almost done to someone else what his ex-wife had done to him. He was so mad that he forgot for a second that Caitlin was still under his desk, sucking frantically on his cock. As if sensing that he was about to put a stop to her fun, she increased her speed and intensity.

“Look Tim,” he said, “thanks for the heads up. I think I better get back to work and try to forget that all ever happened.”

“Frank, I’m sorry, man,” Tim said, “I honestly thought you knew.” He turned and left, closing the door behind him.

“Caitlin, stop!” said Frank, but Caitlin was having none of that.

His hands grasped at her hair, trying to stop her motion, but Caitlin frantically pumped his shaft with her hand and sucked greedily on his throbbing head. Frank felt the pressure in his balls built and he tried to fight the wave that was building to crash over him. He clenched up his balls trying to stem the flow, but in response Caitlin rammed his cock fully down her throat. The damn broke and Frank released his seed down her throat as Caitlin eagerly swallowed, trying to capture it all.

Only when he had emptied all of his cum into her throat did she release his cock. Frank slid back from her and shoved his dick back into his slacks. He looked down at Caitlin, still kneeling under the desk, smiling as she licked a dribble of his cum from her bright pink lips. He was completely disgusted by the action, even though it occurred to him that Tara had once done the same thing, and he had found it extremely erotic. This was a different circumstance, though.

“Ok, get out,” he said flatly.

“What?” she said. “Oh, come on, Frank. You can’t be serious.”

“Listen, you bitch, why didn’t you tell me you were married?”

“Would it have mattered?” she asked, standing and straightening her blouse.

“You’re damned right it would have. You just made me do to some other poor schmuck what my ex-wife did to me! Do you have any idea how that makes me feel?”

“OH, Frank,” Caitlin said sidling over to him,” there’s no comparison between the two situations. My problem is that my husband is an asshole who is never home, and when he is home, he may as well be gone. He and I haven’t had sex in months! And when we do have sex–well, let’s just say it’s less than satisfying. Women have needs, Frank, and I can tell you know how to satisfy a woman’s needs. Your wife was just stupid, apparently.”

“Women like you always find some way to justify it, but the fact still remains the same.”

“But come on Frank, you know you want to fuck me.” With that, Caitlin turned around and bent over his desk. Her slacks road obscenely up the crack of her luscious ass as she arched her back, pushing it to the sky. “Wouldn’t you love to shove that big dick of yours into my hot, tight ass? I like it like that.”

Frank walked passed her and opened the door. “Go talk to Tim, he’s the second door on the left. I’m sure he’d love to fuck your ass. I like to stay disease-free. Now get the fuck out of my office.”

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Tara had to admit that his story beat hers on the absurdity meter.

There were other fiascos of course. There was Nikki, a truly wonderful woman who worked upstairs in Frank’s office building for another firm. Frank had taken her out to dinner a couple of times and things began to progress slowly, something for which Frank was grateful. She was 38, pretty with no children, and a widow. 5 years ago she had lost her husband in a plane crash, and had rarely dated since then. Things started to get intimate on their third date and she shyly asked Frank if he would stay with her for the night.

Frank sensed how hard this was on her emotionally, so he did his best to be gentle and understanding. They were in the midst of making love when she suddenly burst into tears. She confided to him that he was the first man she had been with since her husband’s death and she just couldn’t do it. Frank tried to comfort her, offering to stay the night anyway with a promise that he would simply hold her, but she refused and asked him to leave. He did so, feeling sorry that he had caused her this emotional pain. As he left, he wondered if he should call Tara and ask her advice, not even wondering why she had sprung to the forefront of his thoughts so readily.

The next day he sent her flowers to apologize, and received an e-mail from her that afternoon. She apologized for last night, and for so brusquely rushing him out the door, but she had been extremely embarrassed. Frank assured her it was no problem and said he would like to see her again, with no strings attached, of course. She told him that at the moment she was too embarrassed to face him, but that she when she was ready she would call him. Though disappointed, Frank wasn’t about to push the subject.

“Why is it that older women all have so much baggage and the younger ones were so much easier to deal with?” asked Frank.

“Hmm,” said Tara, here psychologist persona kicking in. “Probably older single women are single for a reason, and younger girls just want to fuck you silly.”

They shared a laugh and Tara continued. “So Frank, be real quiet and listen. Can you hear that?” Frank listened intently and heard the wet, sexy squishing sound coming from the phone. Tara’s voice took on a husky tone. “That’s the sound of you fucking my wet pussy. I’ve got that big dildo buried in my snatch right now, just imagining it’s you. You sure Denae didn’t have you make a cast for this thing.”

“No,” said Frank, stroking his rigid cock slowly, “but I wish I’d thought of that.”

“You know Frank, I tried to get this monster in my ass the other night.”

“Really?” asked Frank, his voice squeaking as his throat went dry. He’s fanaticized about fucking Tara’s sweet ass ever since he’d done the same to Sandra.

“Oh yeah,” she said. “I didn’t get very far, but I gave it the old college try. I nicked a whole bottle of KY from the hospital and emptied the whole thing up my butt. Then I spent an hour just teasing and playing with myself, two fingers buried in my ass. I never realized how sensitive I was back there. I lubed up that big dildo and I pushed and pushed. When I got the head in I thought I was going to fucking die! I never did manage to get more than two inches in, it just hurt too bad.”

“Hey, don’t hurt yourself!”

Tara purred. “Don’t worry babe, I’m not stupid. But boy did those two inches feel good. I figure by the time I get back I should be in good enough shape to try and take the real thing.” There was a pause before Tara said, “So Frank, when I get home next month will you fuck my tight little ass for me?”

Frank’s mouth was too dry to reply as his hand flew up and down his shaft. Suddenly the door burst open.

“Hey Frank,” called Denae, “where are you? I…Whoa! Shit, sorry!” She came around the corner to find Frank, his pants lying across the room, pumping his cock in his easy chair.

“What the fuck?” asked Frank, his hand still wrapped around his cock. “Don’t you know how to knock?”

“Oh, shit. I’m sorry Frank,” she said, looking the other way and trying not to giggle.

“Denae?” asked Tara over the speaker phone.

“Tara!” exclaimed Denae. Forgetting Frank for the moment she bound over the couch and knelt by Frank near the speaker phone. “How are you? What’re you doing.”

“Oh Frank’s just helping me through a bout of homesickness,” said Tara.

“Ahh, that would explain why he’s half naked stroking that python of his,” said Denae.

The girls giggled. “And I bet he still hasn’t cum yet, has he?”

“Well I was about to when the brat just barged through my front door,” said Frank testily.

“Ahh, I’m sorry Frank,” purred Denae. “Should I finish him off or make him do it himself?” Frank stared at her, stunned. Had she told Tara about their tryst?

“What do you think Frank?” purred Tara huskily, “Do you want to fuck my little sister again?”

“Well…” Frank stopped, realization dawning on him. “Little sister?”

The girls burst into laughter. “Did we forget to mention that part?” asked Tara Frank sputtered into the phone, not knowing what to say and Tara dissolved into laughter again. “Come on Frank, don’t be mad.”

“I don’t know whether to feel angry, used, lied to, or like a big stud right now,” he said, recovering his composure.

“Well, we didn’t really lie to you and you certainly weren’t used,” said Tara. “I would think you would already feel like a big stud. I mean you do realize that you slept with a pair of college co-ed sisters, right? That’s every 40 year old man’s dream!”

“I’m only 39,” he said.

“Well excuse me,” said Tara, “and stop being so touchy. But think about it, what do you think Ronnie will say when he finds out you slept with my little sister too?”

“Nothing, because he’s not gonna know!”

Tara giggled again. “Ok, ok, if that’s how you want it. Damn, I wish I had been there, though.”

“Oh, really?” said Frank. “See, and I was worried you might get angry.”

Tara’s voice took on a husky note. “Shit, Frank. That’s a hot fucking story.”

“Well,” said Frank, “I wasn’t really sure how to bring it up. I mean, you know how women are. Even though there are no real ties between us, I didn’t know how to say, ‘by the way, I nailed your best friend last night.’ It’s awkward.”

“You mean little sister,” said Denae, and the two girls laughed.

“And speaking of which,” said Frank to Denae, “why did you have to tell her?”

“Are you kidding?” asked Tara before Denae could answer. “You weren’t 30 seconds out the door before this little slut was on the phone to me, waking my ass up from a dead sleep, telling me how hard she came. ‘Oh my gawd Tara, his cock is so big! I’ve never fucking cum like that in my life!’”

“Oh, do shut up, Tara,” said Denae, turning red.

“‘Tara, you should have seen him in the shower, soaping that huge dick of his. And where’d he learn to eat pussy like that? I didn’t know guys could do that so well. Fuck, Tara, I think I’m in love.’” Tara sighed girlishly.

“Shut the fuck up, Tara,” snapped Denae, now crimson with embarrassment. “Look, Frank, ok so I may have said that, but you had just fucked me silly and I was acting silly. It was just a passing fancy, nothing big. Tara reminded me that you weren’t remotely available for a relationship with a girl who isn’t even old enough to drink, and she was right.”

“So I’m too old for you?” asked Frank mournfully.

“No,” said Denae hastily, “it’s not that. It’s just that well nothing could ever happen between us, not permanent. I mean, you’re not old, I’m just too young. But we could still have fun right?”

“So I’m too old to date, but young enough to fuck, is that it?” asked Frank.

“That’s not what I meant!” exclaimed Denae. Frank started snickering then and Denae knew she’d been had. “Ok, ok, so I deserved that. Sorry for telling Tara but I really didn’t think you’d mind. Besides, she and I tell each other everything.” Denae emphasized everything and there a quizzical look. Denae just sat back and looked at the phone expectantly.

Denae cleared her throat and broke the suddenly awkward silence. “So I take it I interrupted story time, eh? Would you like me to leave?”

Frank smirked at the slightly sullen note in her voice. “I don’t know Tara, should we let her stay and play or should we punish her for intruding on our private time?”

Tara giggled. “Oh I don’t know, I suppose we should let her stay. She’s young, and she’ll eventually learn patience.”

“So you’re totally cool with the fact that I slept with Denae?” he asked.

“Sure,” she said nonchalantly, “she deserves a little taste of heaven too.”

Frank blushed at that statement. Denae chuckled. “You made him blush, Tara.” She reached out and started to stroke Frank’s rigid cock. “Hey Tara, tell him about your flight to Dallas last week!”

“Oh, I was saving that for the finale,” Tara said.

“I think now would be a good time,” Denae said.

“OK, but don’t make him cum too fast.”

“Ok,” said Tara, “so the conference in Dallas went late and I had an overnight flight back to Phoenix. So it’s the middle of the night, and something, I have no idea what, but something on the plane is vibrating right under my chair. After about an hour of this I gave up trying to sleep, because it was making me damned horny. There were only about 4 of us in first class, so I had the row all to myself. Everyone else was asleep so I figured what he hell, I’m covered in a blanket right. So I pulled up my skirt, slid a hand in my panties and started going to town on myself. Nothing too crazy, just slow and quiet. I just closed my eyes and went into lala land.

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Tara was gently rubbing circles around her clit, her thoughts drifting back to the way she had blown Frank on the flight to the Caribbean when she heard a soft voice in her ear. “Excuse me, but are you ok?” It was all Tara could do not to jump out of her skin or scream. She just turned her head and was looking straight into the eyes of a gorgeous blonde flight attendant. Tara started to stammer and she just put a finger to Tara’s lips and looked around. “I think you should go to the First Class lavatory. But don’t lock the door.’”

The attendant looked right into Tara’s eyes and licking her lips. Tara almost came right there. Tara had never been one of those overtly bi-sexual women. She’d been with girls a couple times, and liked it, but she needed a big, throbbing cock to really get her off. However, this woman was beautiful, Tara was dripping wet, and she hadn’t had any intimate contact for weeks, so she couldn’t really say no. They say men think with their dicks; well, Tara’s pussy was doing all the thinking for her now.

She went into the bathroom and closed the door. About 3 minutes later the door opened and in walked the attendant. She closed the door, locked it, and then pulled Tara into a kiss. Next thing Tara knew, the attendant’s tongue was down Tara’s throat and her hands were all over her tits. Tara tried to get her hands under the blonde’s shirt but, she just took Tara’s arms and put them up over her head. The next thing Tara knew, the blonde pushed up her skirt and slid Tara’s thong off and started sniffing it. Tara stood there watching this hot six foot blonde sniff her soaked panties, and her pussy gave a little spasm.

Tara’s head was spinning at this point and the blonde was totally in control. She lifts one of Tara’s feet up onto the toilet, and dropped to her knees, grabbing Tara’s ass in both hands and burying her face in Tara’s snatch. Tara looked down at this gorgeous blonde, on her knees in the bathroom of a 737, face buried in her muff, sucking her clit like a vacuum cleaner. The flight attendant slid two fingers into Tara’s pussy and licked her clit as she slowly finger fucked her. Tara hit the fucking roof. Tara had her shirt in her mouth to keep from screaming, when the blonde slide a slick finger up Tara’s ass, putting her over the edge. She had no idea how many times she came all over the blonde’s pretty face, but this went on for a good 20 minutes!

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Frank’s throat was dry and his cock was throbbing. Denae was still fondling him and between that contact and Tara’s story, he was afraid he’d lose control any minute. Denae looked like she was also ready to cream her knickers, and kept licking her lips. Frank briefly wondered if the two sisters had ever slept together. “So then what happened?” Frank asked with a dry throat.

“Well she slipped out and I slipped out and went back to my seat and slept like a rock until we hit Phoenix,” said Tara.

“So,” Frank said awkwardly, “at the risk of sounding like a real guy, you didn’t do anything to her?”

“No,” said Tara laughing, “that was the funny part. She just got me off about 6 times and left. I offered, believe me I offered, but she just said it was her pleasure to be of service, and that I didn’t need to return the favor in any way. We just shared a parting kiss and went our separate ways.”

“Amazing,” said Frank, “straight out of a school boy’s wet dream.”

“Tell me about it!” exclaimed Denae.

“As I was leaving the plane she pulled me aside and handed me my panties and said, ‘you left these in the bathroom’. I wasn’t sure what to do so I just said the first thing that came to mind. I told her, ‘Keep ‘em to remember me by,’ and walked away.”

Frank burst into laughter. “You didn’t really say that, did you?”

“Yeah,” said Tara, “cheesy, eh? Oh well, she just smiled and kissed me on the cheek and pinched my butt as I walked by.”

“Talk about flying the friendly skies,” said Denae. “So, Frank, how’d your date go last night?”

“Oh, that was totally fucked up!” shouted Frank. “OK, I think I found my prude point. I met this gal at the bar that Ronnie set me up with and she was there with this other guy. She proceeded to inform me that she wanted to have a threesome because she’s into double penetration.”

“But Frank,” said Tara,” you’ve been in a threesome before. What about you and Ron double-teaming Esmeralda?”

“Different,” he said. “She was blowing one of us while fucking the other. We had a good 4 feet of personal space between us. I’m not homophobic or anything, but the idea of slapping balls with another guy is a turn off.”

“Hmm,” said Denae thoughtfully, “I’ve always kind of wondered about what it might feel like to have a cock in both holes at once.”

“You mean your little girlfriends haven’t taken care of that for you with a pair of strap-ons?” Tara was teasing her sister now. She loved to give her sister crap about the free wheeling lifestyle her and her bisexual roommates shared, but as long as they were all safe, she didn’t care.

“Huh,” said Denae, “I guess I never thought about it.”

They heard a beep. “Oh shit!” exclaimed Tara. “My phone is dying! Denae, pick up quick!”

Denae listened, giggled, and nodded. She blew a kiss into the phone and hung it up. Looking naughtily at Frank, she walked over to where he sat, his cock standing straight and hard in his lap.

“So what did she say?” said Frank, suddenly nervous with anticipation.

Denae smiled and kissed him. She then leaned back and pulled off her shirt and bra, revealing her pink-nippled tits. “Tara asked me to give you something for her, and then said I could do whatever I wanted with you. If that’s ok with you, of course. By the way, I am sorry I barged in on you.”

Frank chuckled. “Sounds like you plan to make it up to me.”

“Oh yeah,” said Denae. “But first, this is from Tara.” She then dropped her mouth and began to lick languorously on his cock. She drooled all over the head, using her hand to spread the mixture of saliva and precum over his entire rod. She the leaned forward and pushed her soft tits around his slick cock.

After an hour of slow masturbation Frank’s cock was sensitive and the sensation of Denae’s supple flesh against his was incredible. She looked up nastily into his eyes. “You can think of Tara, for now at least. Just imagine that first lap dance. Wouldn’t you have loved to just fuck those gorgeous tits of hers? I mean, mine are nice, but hers are so perfect.” On each up stroke, Denae would lick the head of his cock. Frank was lost in the sensations images blurred together and one moment he was fucking Tara’s mammoth tits, the next it was her younger sister’s flesh rubbing against his. He could feel his orgasm building, ready to explode. Denae sensed it too.

“Yeah baby,” she purred, “do you want to cum all over my tits? If you cum on my nipples, I’ll lick it off for you.” That was enough.

Frank exploded on the up stroke, just as Denae was swirling her tongue over his head. The first blast shot right into the girl’s mouth, catching her by surprise and causing her to flinch as it struck her square in the tonsils. The second also cleared her chest, splashing across her chin to dribble down onto her cleavage. He continued to pump weaker shots in an almost steady stream for what seemed like forever, though it was really only a few seconds. Finally, he collapsed back into the chair.

Denae sat back and rubbed his milky cum all over her tits, cupping and squeezing them as she licked the flow of cum from her lips. “Fuck, Frank! That was awesome!” She lifted a breast to lick the cum off her nipple, just as she had promised. She then used her fingers to clean her face of the splatter and lick her fingers clean.

“Damn Frank,” she said giggling, “you’ve turned me into such a cum slut!” She then leaned forward and licked his cock clean. She then proceeded to suck hard and long, until blood began to flow back into his spent member.

“Shit Denae,” he said. “How is it that you and Tara can bring me back from the dead so fast.”

Denae smiled. “It’s a trick Tara taught me and I’m not telling! Mom taught it to her, so I guess it’s a family secret. So, now that you’ve gotten your present from Tara, are you mine for the rest of the night?”

Frank smiled. He reached out took her hand and pulled her into a passionate kiss. He could taste the salty sweet aftertaste of his cum on her lips. She melted into his arms and he stood, lifting her and laid her on the floor. Pulling off her shorts, he buried his face into her sopping blonde pussy and began to eat her with abandon, licking her furiously from clit to asshole.

“Oh yeah,” Frank said, as if with a sudden revelation, “I remember what you liked so much!”

With that he flipped her over and slid two fingers into her wet quim, pushing them up into her g-spot as he pinched his thumb down onto her clit. She moaned loudly, a moan that turned into a shuddering cry as he began to lick her tight pink asshole. She came hard three times in succession, each time a rolling, shuddering spasm.

“Fuck, Frank! You are amazing. You know that?” Frank heard a crash and looked up to see Denae squirming, pulling on the phone cord.

“What are you doing?” he asked.

“Tara gave me an idea.” She said, lustily. “You just keep doing what you’re doing. I’m calling Sandra. And her strap-on!”

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