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Angel of Mercy: Part 2

MIRACLES CAN HAPPEN ON CHRISTMAS EVE. Based on a post by auguy86 [https://www.sexstories.com/profile1055872/auguy86], in 2 parts. Listen to the ► Podcast [https://archive.org/download/my-first-2025/AngelOfMercy2.mp3] at My First Time [https://feeds.feedburner.com/my-first-time]. [https://64.media.tumblr.com/bfbe0f460f693f7a588dc0ef3c7f6f90/05f7431798128eb1-86/s640x960/536ecb1c6d1ad284dd81453b630d1559c51210d3.jpg] “I; I don’t want to just be a charity case,” Ken replied. “If you do this, Gabrielle;” “It will only be because I want to. Promise,” Gabby replied, finishing his thought. “Now, your first lesson in kissing: making the move. I’m a young, attractive woman who has been making eye contact with you all night and finding every excuse in the book to touch you. You may not realize it, but when a woman does that, it means she’s ready for you to make the move. Try it on me, just like I did.” Mimicking Ken, Gabby closed her eyes, waiting for the moment that Ken would kiss her once more. He leaned in as she had done, trying to take his time and not rush anything. As he was about to kiss her, he remembered that agonizing wait when he could sense her almost on top of him. Pausing mere centimeters from her lips, he allowed the tension to build up for a few moments. Soon, a huge smile began to form on Gabby’s lips; she was enjoying this, and he hadn’t even touched her yet! Ken collected his courage and finally met her lips with his, moving them ever so slightly as he kissed her. He only had his instincts to guide him, but she didn’t seem to mind one bit. “Umm; that was very nice,” Gabby whispered as they parted. “Good job in mimicking my technique. Let’s try one more. This time, lick your lips just a bit before you kiss me, and try to let our mouths fit together like a puzzle. You can take my lower lip between yours, or I can take your lip between mine. Tilting your head to the side a bit is also a natural position. The possibilities are almost endless. When you’re ready, don’t be afraid to put your tongue in my mouth. In the future, you’ll want to be careful about doing this too soon, but for our purposes tonight, go right ahead.” Ken did as she instructed, and found that the increased moisture to be quite pleasant. It allowed each of their lips to slide along the other’s with little effort. All too soon, he felt Gabby take his lower lip in hers, sucking lightly and even nibbling for an instant. After she did this a second time, Ken took the hint and reciprocated in kind, eliciting a contented murmur from Gabby. As their kissing became more passionate, he could no longer resist the urge to taste this gorgeous woman. Still tentative, he pressed his tongue against the crease of her lips, which parted to allow him entry. Though he didn’t know what to do once he was in, he soon found himself enthralled in Gabby’s passions. Her tongue danced with his, exploring his mouth in a slow, methodical fashion. This gave him the perfect gauge to judge his own efforts by. After nearly twenty minutes of making out, they finally separated, their faces flushed from the experience. “Holy shit.” Ken sighed. “You, my friend, are one quick study. The next girl that kisses you may well get addicted and refuse to let you go,” Gabby agreed with a playful grin. Leaning back on the sofa, she reached down and unbuttoned the top button of her jeans, asking, “You ready to learn something else?” In spite of his hardening cock, Ken couldn’t help but feel like he was doing something he shouldn’t. “Look, you seriously don’t have to;” “I want to,” she said with confidence. “Ken, you are such a sweet, special guy, and I want to show you that. I want to prove to you how lucky a girl I would be to have a guy like you.” Would be? What’s that supposed to mean? “I’ve never made love to a virgin, Ken,” she continued. “But I know what I love in bed, and I think I can help you get quite good at this. You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to, but if you’ll allow me, I’d love nothing more than to take your virginity tonight.” Ken was torn. This woman certainly drove him crazy, but part of him worried this was all an elaborate setup. Women never came on to him like this, let alone one this beautiful! Then again, she hadn’t balked in the slightest in kissing him. Hell, she had even encouraged him to French kiss her. In spite of the fact that he had every reason to be distrusting after Jacqueline’s message, he recognized that she had shown him nothing but kindness and patience. He didn’t believe in destiny or fate, but if there was a moment in which he was supposed to lose his virginity, this had to be it. “Okay; I want to,” he whispered. “I’m glad,” she replied with a warm smile. Fumbling with his belt, he said, “I guess I’d better;” “There’s plenty of time, Ken,” Gabby reassured him. “If we do this, I want to do it right. I want to show you the proper way to take a girl around the world. That starts with what we were doing earlier, only this time, you can start removing my clothes in the process.” As Ken leaned in and resumed their kissing, Gabby guided his hands lower and slipped them underneath her sweater. He spent a few moments enjoying the warm sensation of skin-to-skin contact before tugging her sweater up. They separated for a moment so that Gabby could finish peeling her top off, revealing a simple, black silk bra. As they continued making out, Ken reached behind her, trying to decipher the key to unhooking the ever-hated bra. “Want some advice?” Gabby asked with a slight giggle. “Sure,” Ken signed, beginning to get frustrated. “Feel for the crease, then slip one finger under and one finger over. Squeeze together and rub your fingers until it unhooks.” Concentrating, Ken did as she instructed. The clasp itself was easy to find, and her descriptions were spot on. To his surprise, it only took one unsuccessful attempt before he managed to snap the garment open. “Impressive,” Gabby marveled. “Thanks, but that was all you. I’d be lost without your instructions.” “You’re a natural student; you take direction well. Ready for the next lesson?” “Oh yeah,” Ken said with anticipation. “Your kissing skills have grown by leaps and bounds in just a few minutes. Now you should remember that you don’t have to kiss just my lips. My cheeks, my neck, my shoulders; my entire body is your playground. Few things turn a woman on more than a man whose only desire is to worship every inch of her form.” With that, Gabby shrugged her shoulders and slipped her bra off, revealing her ample D-cup tits to Ken. He was utterly speechless at the sight he now beheld. They were not only large, but quite perky as well. Her tiny pink nipples, already hard from their making out, were the perfect accent to Gabby’s most notable assets. As he drank her in, he felt her guide his hand towards her, reaching him out to touch her tit. It barely fit into his hand, yet it was so soft and warm that it felt like it just belonged there. Taking a deep breath, Ken now reached in with both of his hands, squeezing her tits together and exploring every inch of their surface. Remembering her words from a moment ago, he leaned in once more and began to kiss his way from her lips down to her chest. “Yes; just like that.” she cooed. Arriving at the valley of her bosom, he made his way to one side, kissing her tit while also stimulating her nipple with his finger. “That’s so good, Ken; ooh, you can suck on them too,” she whispered with encouragement. Ken’s heart leapt at her suggestion, and he moved to take one of her tiny nipples in his mouth. He sucked with eagerness at first, but Gabby soon coaxed him to go slower. “Careful there; be gentle.” “Sorry.” “Quite alright, they’re just a bit sensitive,” she said with a sweet giggle. Ken spent quite some time lapping at her tits, alternating sides every so often. At first, Gabby advised him on when to change so as not to over stimulate one side or the other. Soon, though, Ken was moving back and forth all on his own, driving her wild with lust in the process. After several minutes of this, she lifted his head up, a wicked grin on her face. “Ready for the big reveal?” she asked, lowering the zipper of her jeans. “Uh; uh huh.” Lifting her hips up, Gabby slipped her jeans over her curvy ass and down her long legs before kicking them off with her boots. She then turned to recline back on the sofa, spreading her legs a tiny bit. The smoldering come hither look she gave Ken was enough to bring any man to his knees. “Come on, Ken; you’ve got a Christmas present to open.” Ken’s mouth went dry as he stared at her black thong panties, mesmerized in disbelief by what was about to happen. With trembling hands, he slipped his fingers into her waistband and slid the silky garment off, revealing Gabby’s shaven pussy at last. In that moment, Ken had completely forgotten that he was still wearing all his clothes. “I just love the way you’re looking at me,” Gabby breathed, breaking his trance. “It’s like you won the lottery or something.” “I; think I did.” “So sweet. Now then, time to learn how to really make a woman happy. Most women are at least willing to engage in oral sex, but you always need to give at least as much as you receive. It’s only polite. And there’s no better way to make a woman want to suck your cock; than to eat her pussy without prompting. With that said.” Gabby now spread her legs wide for him, beckoning him to explore her delectable womanhood. Following a trail she laid with her fingers, Ken began to kiss his way up her leg and inner thigh. After repeating the action on her other leg, he arrived at her soaked pussy, breathing in the musky aroma seeping from within her. “Spread my lips, Ken,” Gabby whispered. Using a gentle touch, he did as she asked, gazing deep into her slick tunnel. He soon leaned forward, touching his tongue to the folds of her labia. She tasted different than he had expected, perhaps a bit salty, but nothing unpleasant in Ken’s mind. He continued to taste and tease her lips for a few moments, and she began to squirm and writhe under him in pleasure. “Oh, yes; that’s just right, Ken; you can move a little higher, too. See that little bump there? That’s my clit. She’s sensitive, but if you pay enough attention to her; something good is bound to happen.” He tilted his head upwards a bit, running his tongue along her lips as he arrived at her clit. Flicking the nub a couple of times, he was surprised at just how strong Gabby’s reaction was. Ken liked that. She was having the time of her life, and it was all because of him. Feeling a twinge of confidence, he redoubled his efforts and began lapping at her clit again and again, never giving her a chance to rest. “Yes; yes, that’s fucking incredible!” she cried out. As Gabby’s hips began to buck, Ken looped his arms around her thighs on instinct, helping her to remain still. He continued his worshipping of her womanhood, savoring every drop of her juices as she squirmed and squealed in delight. Soon, he began to sense that her thrashing was reaching a crescendo and an ultimate plateau. He received almost immediate verbal confirmation of this. “Holy shit; Fuck that’s awesome! Oh, Ken don’t stop; don’t; stop; please don’t stop don’t stop don’t stop; ah!” Ken knew in an academic sense that women could achieve powerful orgasms. Still, he had never actually seen it happen, let alone experienced it by his hand, or rather his tongue. Yet lying beneath him was the most beautiful woman he had ever met in his life, and she was becoming even more beautiful by the second as her body erupted in ecstasy. The look of pleasure on her face as her eyes fluttered closed was awe-inspiring. A few final licks to her pussy, and she gently pushed his face away from her crotch. “That’s quite enough; but oh so wonderful.” she sighed. “You’re a natural, Ken.” “Thanks. That’s; got to be the hottest thing I’ve ever seen in my life. Seeing you lose control like that, it was surreal.” “So sweet,” she said, sitting up straight on the sofa. “For all your supposed awkwardness, you sure know how to pay a girl a compliment.” She leaned forward, planting a long, slow kiss on his lips. As they parted, she whispered, “Ready for your due reward?” With a slight gasp, he replied, “Oh, hell yes.” Gabby stood from the sofa, smiling the entire time. Reaching behind the armrest of the sofa, she pulled out a dark blue sleeping bag and began to spread it out on the thick rug in front of the fire. “It’s a tradition,” she explained, seeing the look of confusion on Ken’s face. “When I was a little girl, I swore I’d catch Santa in the act by sleeping next to the tree. He’d never be able to sneak past me. Well, my parents told me to go for it, but that it wouldn’t work; he’s too good. Sure enough, he had come and gone the next morning. He even left a note next to my pillow that said, ‘Nice try, Gabby. Merry Christmas.’ Ever since then, I’ve slept by the tree every Christmas Eve.” “Love it,” Ken grinned. By now, she had finished spreading the sleeping bag out on the floor and affixed a couple of pillows at the head for them. As it was designed for one person, she had opened it completely and laid it out flat, making it large enough for two to lie on. Seeing what she was doing, Ken grabbed a large throw blanket from the sofa to cover up with. “Why, thank you,” she said. “But don’t you think you’re a bit overdressed?” “Huh?” Ken had been so entranced with Gabby’s naked body that he’d forgotten that he was still wearing his clothes. “Oh, uh, I guess so.” “Can I help with that?” she asked with a mischievous grin. “Sure.” Gabby sauntered over to him, wrapping him in a warm hug as they stood next to the fireplace. After kissing his lips, she moved to his cheek and neck, just as he had done to her before. As she began to drive him crazy, she slipped her fingers into his tee shirt and pulled it off of him, exposing his bare chest to her. Now with a new playground to explore, Gabby continued from where she left off. She first lingered around his neck and shoulders, then down his chest before finally reaching his stomach. As she knelt before him, she unbuckled his belt and slid his jeans and boxers down to his ankles, freeing his rock hard cock at last. Ken was not large my most standards, being only about five inches in length at full staff, but to Gabby he was perfect. She had no hesitation as she began to lightly stroke his length in her hand, and soon began to take him in her mouth bit-by-bit. Ken was in blissful agony; not only was he receiving is first blowjob, but he also had to keep from exploding too soon, all while concentrating on standing still. She sucked him for a few seconds more before releasing him. “If you get close, let me know, okay? I want this inside my pussy, too.” Ken could only nod in reply. She soon resumed her pleasuring of his member, sucking him with gleeful determination. He had been so good to her tonight; she only wanted to reward his efforts. Slowing her pace, she gazed up at him with her smoldering eyes, her pretty face framed by her long blonde hair. As Ken began to lose himself in her beauty, he also felt a familiar bubbling up in the pit of his stomach. Though he panicked for a moment, he soon had the presence of mind to tap Gabby on the forehead. “I think you’d better slow down,” he stammered. Releasing his cock from her mouth with a pop, Gabby grinned and replied, “Good. Because I think it’s time for me to take your virginity.” After switching off the gas logs, she stretched out on the open sleeping bag and held part of the blanket up, beckoning Ken to slide in with her. He did so with eagerness, though was still nervous as hell; he had no idea what he was doing! Sensing his doubts, Gabby spoke with soft confidence and reassurance. “Let’s go you on top to start. That way you can control it so you don’t go off too soon. Honestly, though, don’t worry about stamina. You’ve already lasted through one of my blowjobs, which is no small feat, if I do say so myself. You ready?” “Um, yeah; I think so. But do we need any; protection? I don’t have a condom or anything.” With a warm smile, she replied, “Don’t ever change, Ken. Sweet, humble, and considerate, that’s what you are. I don’t have any diseases per my last doctor’s visit two months ago, and I know you’re a virgin so I don’t think there’s any concern.” “That’s good. But; what if you get pregnant? I’m not sure I’d be able to pull out in time.” “Well,” she paused, her smile becoming more bittersweet. “It’s a long story, but trust me when I say that there’s no risk of me becoming pregnant. We’re clear to let loose with this, as long as you’re comfortable with that, of course.” “I am. I just; wanted to be sure.” “Thank you, Ken. Now, if you please, my pussy is aching for your cock, and you’d best make her happy.” Positioning his pelvic region between her legs, Ken attempted to push into her, but his slick cock merely grazed the surface before slipping up to her belly. Gabby just smiled and reached down, taking a gentle grip on his cock with her hand and guiding him to the entrance of her pussy. Feeling a bit of give, he followed his instincts and penetrated her at long last, his virginity melting away in the process. She was divine, far tighter than Ken had ever imagined in his wildest dreams and fantasies. “Oh Ken; that’s just where you belong,” she cooed in satisfaction. “Holy fuck; so tight.” he could only reply. Ken began to thrust in and out of her, keeping his tempo moderate at the start to get a feel for how sensitive he was. The sensations of making love to this goddess were only enhanced by the look of sheer enjoyment in Gabby’s eyes. He prayed that he would be able to last and enjoy it all, even if only for a few minutes. As he continued thrusting into her, Gabby began to get a mischievous look in her eyes. “You’re thinking something,” Ken observed. “Uh huh. Wanna learn a trick that’ll drive any girl nuts?” “Sure.” “Come up on your knees and keep your torso straight up. Try to get to where you can keep yourself inside me without having to balance on your arms.” “Like this?” he asked, relaxing back on his folded knees. “Exactly. You can also stretch my leg out against your chest to help you balance.” “Very nice,” he said as he followed her instructions. &ld

Angel of Mercy: Part 1

MIRACLES CAN HAPPEN ON CHRISTMAS EVE. Based on a post by auguy86 [https://www.sexstories.com/profile1055872/auguy86], in 2 parts. Listen to the ► Podcast [https://archive.org/download/my-first-2025/AngelOfMercy1.mp3] at My First Time [https://feeds.feedburner.com/my-first-time]. [https://64.media.tumblr.com/406312c85a271db7eee636a0bfc96a86/41e45611ed107f1f-91/s640x960/347dd632815869c95ab34b6941cb39c74c46582c.jpg] Ken Dix flipped through the TV guide at a moderate pace; “500 channels, and nothing but Christmas specials on.” Finding nothing but disappointment at every turn. As it was Christmas Eve, every show was a mushy feel-good romp spouting lines about family and goodwill to others. None of that spoke to Ken in the slightest. “Ken?” a voice came from the kitchen. “What’s up, Mom?” “I’ve got my hands full with making everything for dinner tonight, but I’m going to run short on a couple of ingredients,” Helen Dix said, poking her head into the living room. “Can you run to the store real quick for me please?” “Sure thing,” Ken replied, seeing as he had nothing better to do. “Great, thank you. I made a list on the counter for you. The store should be open for another hour or two. The main things would be the eggs; I don’t have enough to finish my famous chess pie. If they have tea by the gallon, grab one sweet and one unsweet. The rest are great if you find them, but not essential.” “Got it,” Ken said as he took the list from the counter. Heading out to his car, Ken cranked up his Honda Civic and pulled out of the driveway. As he made his way into town, Ken reflected on his current situation. Though he loved his mom, being home for the holidays was always nerve-wracking for him. His hometown of Alpharetta, Georgia was crawling with former high school classmates of his, people he’d just as soon never see again. But up at MIT, he was actually among peers that he could relate to on an intellectual level. Not that he’d made that many friends up there. As a nineteen-year-old freshman, he was still stuck in the same boring math and science classes as everyone else. He couldn’t wait until he could start his health sciences training. Maybe then he could meet some decent people, perhaps of the female variety. Ken soon arrived in the parking lot of the local Kroger. It was soon obvious that the place was packed with last-minute shoppers, all trying to find that one final ingredient they were missing. Locking his car, Ken sauntered into the store, grabbing a shopping basket along the way. He found the shelves of the store well picked over, striking out on the nonessential items on his mom’s list. Making his way to the drinks aisle, he was pleased to see that the store was keeping the gallon jugs of tea well stocked for the holidays, and picked up a pair. Ken soon arrived in the refrigerated section of the store. Almost every shelf was empty, but he did manage to find one last carton of six eggs, just what his mom needed. Depositing the carton in his shopping basket, Ken made his way back to the front of the store, checking out in the express lane. He gripped the shopping bags tightly, being careful that the eggs weren’t harmed from the swinging of the bags. Arriving back in the parking lot, he was pleasantly surprised to see one of his former classmates, Jacqueline Brown. As he approached, she saw him coming. “Ken? Kenneth Dix?” She was extremely pretty, as was befitting one of the most popular girls in school, and kept her chestnut-brown hair cut just below her jawline. Her soft, warm facial features and bubbly personality belied the sharp intellect hiding underneath. She and Ken had been partners a few times in various subjects, and he had helped craft her entrance essay to the University of Washington. This earned her a full ride scholarship. In spite of her popularity, they had worked well together, and Ken even dared to call her a friend, at least in his own mind. They had never hung out on a social basis; her circle of friends would never have let her live that down. Still, times had changed. They were both out of high school, after all. What could it hurt to ask? “Jacqueline? Wow, I never thought I’d see you back here. Thought you escaped to cooler climates?” “Yeah, Seattle is nice, but nothing beats Christmas at home,” she replied, adjusting her UW sweatshirt. “You back for the same reason?” “Uh huh. Mom pretty much insisted. She won’t settle for anything less than a full family gathering on Christmas Eve. I’m just grabbing a few last things for her. But yeah, it’s great seeing you again. You, uh, you look good.” “Um; thanks,” she replied with hesitation. “I’m, uh, gonna be home for a couple of weeks. Would you want to, I don’t know, hang out sometime? Maybe grab a bite to eat? My treat.” “Well, Ken, that’s sweet of you to ask.” she said almost to herself. As she paused, her eyes suddenly lit up as if she had gotten an idea. “Alright! Here, let me give you my number.” She scribbled a series of digits down on a scrap piece of paper, writing her name next to them. “I’ll, um, talk to you later, I guess?” “Sounds great!” Ken couldn’t believe it; he had actually done it! He had asked out the prettiest girl he had ever known! Moreover, she had given him her number! Things were definitely looking up. “Dick!” a voice behind them yelled. Ken turned, immediately recognizing Jason Brown, Jacqueline’s fraternal twin brother, along with his two flunkies, Brian and Barrett Sullivan. Jason had been the star quarterback at his high school, and the Sullivan boys were his best offensive linemen. They often served as his muscle off the football field, as well. Ken was intimately familiar with these three, as they had made it their mission in high school to make his life a living hell. Being stuffed in lockers, having his wallet stolen, all were commonplace with them. The three approached, attempting to appear imposing, which they were from the perspective of the ever-scrawny Ken. “I’ve got nothing to say to you guys,” Ken muttered as they approached. “Well I’ve got something to say to you, Mr. Kenny Dick,” Jason growled. “Just shut up and leave me alone,” Ken replied, his blood boiling at the use of Jason’s longtime nickname for him. “No! You shut the fuck up and listen!” Jason said, grabbing Ken by the collar of his tee-shirt and flinging him against his car. In the process, Ken dropped his shopping bags, the jugs of tea landing directly on the egg carton. “Jason! Stop it!” Jacqueline protested. Undeterred, Jason threatened. “Listen fuck-wad, you stay the hell away from my sister!” “She’s an adult, dickhead! She can have anyone she wants as a friend!” Ken protested. “You don’t belong on the same Planet as her! You’re nothing’! A pathetic sack of guts your dumbass mother decided to give a name to! Know what? Just do us all a favor and drop dead!” Enraged at the insult to his mom, Ken swung a wild haymaker at his assailant, but Jason was more than ready, pinning Ken’s arm back against his car. Jason then delivered a crushing punch to Ken’s gut, dropping him down to his knees. Before leaving, Jason knelt down next to his gasping victim. “Next time, I won’t be so nice. Next time; I might just kill you myself. See ya around. Dick.” Turning to his sister, Jason said, “Come on, time to go home.” Jacqueline looked down at the pitiful form of Ken before muttering, “Sorry, Ken.” The trio of boys sauntered off across the parking lot, laughing and high-fiving at their antics. Jacqueline followed right behind them. Ken picked himself up and inspected his groceries, discovering the crushed eggs in his bag. Swearing and cursing, he grabbed the misshapen carton and went to throw it in a nearby trash can. “No chess pie tonight.” As Ken returned to his car and began his drive home, Jason and his flunkies watched on from his car, still pleased with their efforts. “You shouldn’t have done that,” Jacqueline said in a lecturing tone. Jason turned to face his sister. “I do what I gotta do, Jacqueline. That fuck-wad has no business getting friendly with you. He needs to learn his place.” “Be that as it may, I can take care of myself,” she replied firmly. “Take care of yourself? Wait; you didn’t?” “I did. Jason, someday you’ll learn that there are more subtle and effective ways to ward off undesirables. Trust me, Ken won’t bother me ever again.” Back at Home. Upon arriving back home, Ken couldn’t bring himself to tell his mom about the incident with the eggs. He instead told her that the store had run out altogether. She had spent many sleepless nights in the past worrying about the constant bullying her son was subjected to in school. Ken didn’t want to give her anything else to worry about. By this time, has uncles had started arriving, and the living room was soon filled with the sounds of football games. In Ken’s mind, these were no more thought provoking that the mindless Christmas specials he had found earlier. Ken went up to his room to take a hot shower, as well as get some alone time in the process. As he stripped down, he saw a bruise beginning to form on his stomach from Jason’s punch. He winced in pain as he touched the tender skin. Shit; that’s not going away for a while. Ken took some Tylenol for the pain before stepping into the shower. The hot water helped relax his body, and the steam gradually built up, clearing his mind a bit. He finished after a while and, after making sure his door was shut, flopped facedown onto his bed. After laying there for around an hour or so, his mom finally called him down to rejoin the family for dinner. Taking his seat at the table, Ken glanced around the room at his various family members. His mom had two older brothers, Lee and Stan. Though Lee was tall and still relatively youthful looking at forty-five, Stan was shorter and beginning to bald as he approached fifty. Still, both of them had one notable thing in common as far as Ken was concerned: they were both still jocks at heart. Ken had never known his father; it had always just been him and his mom. He could tell that his uncles tried to be male role models for him, but their efforts were usually ill-conceived attempts to “man him up.” Never once did they understand his introverted tendencies, and always tried to get him to be more of a people person. After a while, Ken stopped paying their advice any attention. It was striking to Ken how similar Lee and Stan’s families were. They had both married beautiful, blonde cheerleaders, and now both had sixteen-year-old daughters, both of whom were among the most popular girls in school. It all sickened Ken; they were just perpetuating the stereotype of pretty and popular being the be-all, end-all in life. As the family ate, Ken remained silent for the most part. The adults were engrossed in discussions about their jobs, and the two daughters were giggling and playing on their phones the entire time. None of this was relevant to Ken. “You know, I saw something interesting today,” Lee said as dessert was being brought out. “I was at Kroger filling up my car, and saw you in the main parking lot, Ken. Looked like you were, uh, having some words with a few guys out there.” Shit! He saw that? Not wanting to worry his mom, Ken replied, “It; it was nothing.” “Nothing, eh? Is that why that punk punched you in the gut?” With a worried look on her face, Helen asked, “Ken, sweetie, what is he talking about?” She walked around the table to Ken’s seat and lifted up his shirt, seeing the bruise on his abdomen. “Was it that Jason boy again?” “Mom, just let it go.” “No! Ken, you know I worry about you!” “You worry about Me? I think you need to worry more about your brother!” Ken shouted, his anger exploding at last. “Right, Uncle Lee? Come on, you see your own nephew being ganged up on in a parking lot, yet you do nothing to help him out?!” “A man’s gotta learn to fight his own battles,” Lee replied in a calm voice. “No. You want to know what a man does? A man sticks up for his Family! No. Matter. What! You stood there and watched your own nephew get beaten up. That says a hell of a lot more about you than it does me. And if that’s family; I don’t want any part of this one.” Without a word, Ken stood and left the dining room. He then grabbed his MIT hoodie and headed for the front door. As he was about to get into his car and drive off, he saw to his frustration that his uncles’ cars were parked in the driveway behind him, blocking him in. Cursing under his breath, he prepared to leave on foot. “Ken! Come back inside, please!” Helen called after him, running down the driveway. “No. I’ve got to go out; clear my head.” “Ken, it’s Christmas Eve. Please, come be with your family.” “Mom, aside from you, not a single person in that house feels like family to me,” Ken replied coldly. “I’ll; I’ll call you after while.” Ken walked off into the cold Georgia night, not knowing for sure where to go or what to do. Nobody else was out, as they were all at home with their families. Remembering the square in historic downtown Alpharetta, he decided to head in that direction. Maybe the quiet walk would do him some good. Arriving in the town square, Ken walked along the sidewalks for a bit, peering into the darkened windows of the various shops and restaurants. Everything looked so different to him with everyone gone for the day; it all seemed so peaceful. As he continued to walk, he soon saw City Hall in the distance. In front of the building was a large green space, which was teeming with a surprising amount of activity for it being Christmas Eve. Ken moved closer, now spying a large gathering of people sitting on picnic blankets, all bundled up in coats and hats. Ahead of them, a large screen projected the classic film, It’s a Wonderful Life. Though Ken was never into the Christmas cheer, as it were, he felt strangely drawn to watch a few minutes of the film from a distance. He soon began to regret that decision, as the movie had reached the point where George Baily had an arrest warrant out for him, lashing out at his family in anger. Watching him get drunk and punched in a bar fight, Ken began to feel sick with anger. Despite all his efforts to help better the world around him, the universe conspired against George Baily; just as it seemed to be conspiring against Ken. Unable to watch a moment more, he turned and walked into the nearby park. Again alone with his thoughts, Ken sat on a bench near the fountain in the center of the park. He contemplated many things, as he often did in solitude. He thought about his piss poor excuse for a family, intent on changing him into what they say he should be. If only they could love him as he is. He thought about Jason Brown, a perpetual asshole that managed to get all the beautiful women his heart desired. If only the universe would serve up his just desserts, rather than conspiring against Ken. Sighing in frustration, he stuffed his freezing hands into his jeans pockets. Jacqueline! Feeling the scrap of paper still in his pocket, Ken suddenly felt a glimmer of hope in an otherwise dreary day. He needed something, anything to lift his spirits, and hearing her kind, sweet voice might just do it. Hell, he didn’t even care anymore if she was interested in him in a romantic sense; he just needed someone to listen and understand him. Digging out his phone, he dialed the number. After a single ring, a message began to play, seeming to be read by a game show host. “Congratulations! You’ve reached Live 95.5 FM’s world-famous Loser Line! Live 95.5; featuring the best entertainment in Seattle! If you’ve reached this message, you have attempted to hit on a girl Way out of your league! That poor young lady wants nothing to do with you, but you just couldn’t help creeping on her! That’s where we come in! Now you know what a loser you really are! So leave the girl alone, loser! You’re doing everyone a favor! If you’d like to leave a message for the world-famous Loser Line, begin speaking at the tone!” Beep! Ken hung up the phone in quiet disbelief. How could he have been so wrong about Jacqueline? They had worked so well together in school, and he even considered her a friend! She always spoke so kindly to him, how could this have happened? Was she really as nasty and shallow as her dumbass brother? Was she really just that good of an actress? As he pondered all this, Ken’s rage finally exploded out of him. “That two-faced bitch! Who the fuck does she think she is?! I trusted her! Hell, she would never have gotten a full scholarship without my help! All I ever did was Like her! And after all that, she doesn’t even have the decency to turn me down to my face?! What The Fucking Hell? At least her brother was honest about his disdain. She’s far worse! I can’t imagine how evil she’d be if a person actually offended her?” Slumping back down onto the park bench, every thought that entered Ken’s mind brought him lower. Jason was an ass, but then again, he didn’t know how to act any different. Uncle Lee was a moron, but then again, he had no malicious intent. But Jacqueline; she was the last straw. He had trusted her, opened up to her, and she repaid him by committing the single most cruel and senseless act Ken could ever imagine. Everything was crashing down around him. As he continued to sulk, Jason’s words entered into his mind once more. “I should just do everyone a favor and drop dead; is that what you want, Jacqueline? Seems like you agree with your brother, or you wouldn’t have given me that number.” Ken reached into his pocket, withdrawing a folding knife. It had been a high school graduation present to him from his grandfather, before he passed a few months later. A far cry from the typical Swiss Army knife, he unfolded the shiny, four-inch blade, which stood in beautiful contrast to the wooden handle. Inscribed in the wood were Ken’s initials. He had not used it for anything yet, never had any need to. As he stared at his reflection in the blade, Ken kept replaying Jason’s cruel words in his mind, to do the world a favor and drop dead. “Maybe that’s not such a bad idea.” Ken mumbled. Just as he took a firm grip on the handle, preparing to take the knife to his throat, an unfamiliar voice came from off to the side. “Hey!” Gabrielle’s Christmas night. Gabrielle Libertine relaxed in a lawn chair, savoring the crisp, cold air of Christmas Eve. This was her favorite time of the year, and being able to enjoy an outdoor showing of her favorite Christmas film, It’s a Wonderful Life, made it even better. It all fit in perfectly with her life philosophy: live for happiness. Not only her own, but as much as could be had for the world around her too. “You want the moon? Just say the word, and I’ll throw a lasso around it and

Adventures of Dirk: The Celebrity Damsel In Distress

DIRK ENCOUNTERS A STRANDED MOTORIST WHO LOOKS VERY FAMILIAR. By Original Aramis [https://www.literotica.com/stories/memberpage.php?uid=3234956&page=submissions]. Listen to the ►Podcast [https://archive.org/download/fall-short-stories/Adventures%20of%20Dirk%20-%20Celebrity%20Damsel%20In%20Distress.mp3] at Steamy Stories [http://feeds.feedburner.com/Steamy-Stories]. [https://64.media.tumblr.com/83170f0f6fc1887b260b56a28cbd78d3/6e5b20ba59a81adf-10/s640x960/c39871a2437ee06bb39b309cccbfa0e9b2efae00.jpg] It was a simply beautiful day, just perfect for riding; bright sunlight, clear sky, not too hot, no wind to speak of, absolutely perfect. Dirk had been on the road riding with his club since early morning, and now it was very late in the afternoon, and he was headed home.  He had spent the last two hours at the clubhouse with his brothers, having a few cold ones after a long and enjoyable day on the road, and now he was heading for his house with the sun setting behind him. The brotherhood of his club and the pleasure of riding the roads with them was the reason he joined the club in the first place, and he was already looking forward to the next ride with them. He was riding down a back road that was far enough off the main track that it wasn’t used all that often, and it was one of his favorite roads to ride for just that reason. People driving cars, or cagers as they were known in the biker world, were the single biggest threat to anyone on a motorcycle, and Dirk avoided heavily traveled roads whenever he could. He was just rounding a bend in the road when he saw a car pulled off to the side of the road with what appeared to be a woman standing next to it, looking down at the right front tire which was flat. He slowed his bike and then pulled off the road, parking behind the car, a fairly new black Mustang convertible. The woman, a tall blonde wearing a gold sleeveless blouse, black slacks and flats, looked at him with apprehension as he got off the bike and walked over to her. No doubt she was sizing him up, just as he was doing the same to her. She was a stunner, to be sure, and from what Dirk could see beneath the form-fitting top and slacks she was wearing she had a body to die for. Dirk guessed that she was about 50 years old or so, but she certainly didn’t look it either in her face or her body. Dirk was a boob man, always had been and always would be, and the woman standing next to the car certainly filled the bill. While not huge her boobs were big, bigger than average, which pleased Dirk to no end. And from what he could see beneath the fairly tight top and snug slacks she was wearing this woman was a very fit and trim 50. He could tell she was apprehensive because he had ridden up on a Harley and was wearing the colors of an MC; Dirk had encountered this before and knew how to handle it. His boots crunched in the gravel as he walked up to the car, stopping at the trunk to keep some space between them until she was sure he wasn’t going to attack her. She turned to face him as he stopped. You need some help, ma'am?“ he asked, putting his hand on the trunk of the car. Dirk could see some of the apprehension leave her face when he used the word ma'am, which was exactly his intention. Yes, I do!” she said, giving him a nervous smile. As you can see I’ve got a flat, and I have no idea of how to change a tire!“ Do you have road hazard on your car insurance?” he asked. If you have that you can call for a tow truck, and the driver will change your tire for you at no charge, he said. Yes, I do, but they always take so goddamn long to get here!“ she said, her smile broadening just a bit as she became more comfortable with him. And I really don’t feel like standing out here on the side of the road way out in Bumfuck Egypt while I’m waiting for the tow truck to get here!” She put her hand to her mouth and paused for a moment before continuing. I’m sorry, I always curse whenever I get nervous or upset, and right now I’m a little bit of both. No need to be nervous, ma'am, all bikers aren’t like what you see on TV, he said, trying to reassure you. Most of us aren t, actually, so don’t let the colors fool you. Now would you like me to change your tire for you?“ he asked, and her face immediately brightened. You’d do that for me? For some strange woman you’ve never met before?” she asked, her eyes bright. You’re hardly a ‘strange woman, and yes, I’d be happy to change your tire for you!“ Dirk replied. Thank you so much!” she said, a smile on her face. She took a step towards him, extending her hand as she continued. I’m Caroline,“ she said, introducing herself. Dirk stepped forward and took her hand, shaking it as he spoke. Dirk, he said, returning her smile. Nice to meet you, Caroline! Now let me get at this tire so you can get on your way,” he said, releasing her hand. Fifteen minutes later he was done, standing next to the Mustang and wiping his hands on a shop rag he’s gotten out of the saddlebags on his bike. That temporary tire is next to useless, so you might want to get your real tire repaired or replaced as soon as you can, like tomorrow, he said, nodding to the donut tire now bolted onto the front right wheel. And stay off the major highways with it, those things aren’t designed for highway speeds. I’ve seen them literally disintegrate at those speeds, and it didn’t end well for the driver. Thank you, I will, Caroline said, looking down at the temporary tire before looking back up at him. And thank you so much for stopping to help me, Dirk, you’ve been a real gentleman in more ways than one!“ she said, reaching out and touching him on the arm as she spoke. The smile on her face was genuine this time with no trace of nervousness. You have to let me pay you for this,” she said, looking into his eyes. Nope, I wouldn’t dream of it!“ he replied. I was raised to respect women and do right by them, so this is just a normal thing for me. She smiled at him again as he said this. Well, then, at least you have to let me buy you a beer!” she said, pausing for a moment before continuing. Or would you rather come to my house and have it there?“ she asked, the look in her eyes changing. I think we’d be much more comfortable there than in a noisy old bar, don’t you?” she asked, raising an eyebrow at him. That all depends on what you have in mind, he said, grinning at her as he played her game. She grinned right back as she replied. I guess you’ll just have to come to my house and find out, won’t you, Dirk?“ she asked coyly. I guess so, he said, smiling at her. Great! Just follow me, it’s not that far!” she said. She walked around the front of the car and got in, starting the engine as Dirk walked back to his bike. He tossed the shop rag back into the open saddlebag, closed and secured it, then got on his bike and fired it up. She pulled her Mustang out onto the road, being careful not to spray him with gravel as she did so, and Dirk followed her. Ten minutes later they were pulling into the driveway of a single-story ranch-style house sitting in the middle of about five acres of land. The closest neighbor was at least that far away, and Dirk liked the house right away. The garage door opened as Caroline’s car got close, and she pulled the Mustang inside to park it. There wasn’t enough room in the garage for his bike, so Dirk parked it in the driveway just outside of the garage and got off. He walked into the garage just as Caroline was closing the door to her car. We’ll go in the side door, so just follow me,“ she said, turning to walk to the door. Dirk couldn’t help but notice and admire her firm, shapely ass as she walked in front of him. 'Damn, but she looks good for a broad her age!’ he thought to himself as he followed her into the house. Caroline pressed a button on the garage door opener control that was on the wall next to the door, and the garage door began dropping down behind them. The side door took them right into the kitchen, and once inside Caroline dropped her car keys and purse on the counter. She walked over to the refrigerator and opened it, then looked at him and smiled. Imported or domestic?” she asked, standing behind the open refrigerator door. Domestic, please. I can’t stand imported beer. Most of them are bitter and have a nasty aftertaste to them, he replied. Domestic it is, then!“ she said, bending over to retrieve a beer. When she stood up she was holding a dark brown bottle of beer in each hand, and she nudged the refrigerator door with her hip to get it to swing closed. He was happy to see that the beer just happened to be his favorite brand. She held one of the beers out to him, smiling as she spoke. I don’t like imported beer much either,” she said, twisting the top off her beer, then dropping it into the trash can at the end of the counter. And for pretty much the same reasons you stated. I only keep in in the house because some of my friends like it. She held her beer up in his direction and made a toast. So, here’s to new friends!“ she said, giving him a big smile. He smiled back, clinking the neck of his bottle against hers. To new friends, he said, and then they both took a drink from their beers. The beer was cold and good, and it went down smooth. Let’s go into the living room and relax, shall we?” Caroline asked, motioning towards the big living room adjacent to the kitchen. Sounds good to me, Dirk replied, following her out of the kitchen and into the living room. The room was huge, bigger than any living room he had ever seen, and was sunken on top of that. The circular walls of the sunken living room were lined with tan leather couches and love seats with a big, round coffee table in the middle, and in the middle of that sat the biggest, most elaborate bong Dirk had ever seen. Caroline walked down the short stairway into the living room and then sat down on one of the couches. She patted the couch next to her, smiling at Dirk, so he walked down into the living room and sat down next to her, keeping a respectable distance between them. They still didn’t know each other all that well, although Dirk knew more about her than she thought he did. In any event, he was playing it cool for now. :So tell me, Dirk, what do you do when you’re not rescuing damsels in distress who are stranded on the side of the road,“ she asked, looking at him and taking a sip from her beer. Not much, actually, he replied, taking a pull from his beer, before he continued. I guess you could say I’m kind of retired. My parents were killed in a car crash when I was 24, and I inherited enough money and holdings that I don’t have to work again for the rest of my life. I’m so sorry, Dirk. Caroline said, frowning. She ran his hand along the side of his face as she spoke, her hand was warm and soft, and it gave Dirk a chill. Thank you, but it’s okay, he said, looking into her eyes. I’m okay now. Took a while for me to get over it, to get used to the idea that they were gone, but thanks to the help of some of my friends and a therapist who really knows her shit, I managed to get my life on track. Good. I’m so glad to hear that,” she replied, smiling. So now for the most part, I just cruise around the country on my bike, either that or I’m out riding with my club, he said, sitting back on the couch. Sounds like a pretty good life if you ask me, Caroline said. “Is there a Mrs. Dirk or a lady friend in the picture,” she asked, raising her eyebrows. No, I’m too much of a nomad for that, Dirk replied. Besides, I’m way too young to settle down or get involved in a serious relationship. I’m too busy enjoying myself and having a good time, he said, chuckling a bit. And getting laid as much as you can along the way, I imagine,“ she said, grinning at him as she raised the bottle to her lips and took a sip. Yeah, there’s that, too, Dirk said, grinning right back at her. He took a pull from his beer before he continued, the thought crossing his mind that it was time to let her know that he knew about her. So, what have you been up to since you retired from the industry?” he asked, taking her by surprise. And what brings you all the way out here from Los Angeles?“ She smiled a half-smile as she looked down for a moment at the beer in her lap. It was the kind of smile you make when you know you’ve been caught at something. She looked up at him, still smiling as she spoke. When did you recognize me?” she asked quietly. As soon as I got close enough to get a good look, he replied. So that explains the you’re no strange woman comment you made out on the road, then,“ she said, and Dirk nodded. I had a feeling you may have recognized me, but I wasn’t sure. You were being very cool about it all, I must say. It wasn’t easy, let me tell you, he said. When I was a kid going through puberty, you were my favorite porn star of all time. I saw just about every movie you ever made, and I couldn’t even begin to tell you the number of times I, well, that is, I mean. He stammered, realizing that he’d gotten carried away with his enthusiasm and said too much. The number of times you masturbated over me?” she said, finishing his sentence for him and grinning at him. Well, yeah, he said, slightly embarrassed. She laughed at his obvious discomfort, then put her hand on his leg as she replied. It’s okay, Dirk, really it is,“ she said. I’d be insulted if you didn’t masturbate over me. After all, that’s the whole point of porn, isn’t it? I mean, who watches porn and doesn’t masturbate?” she asked, leaning back and taking her hand from his leg. Good point, he said, taking another drink from his beer. Did you come hard, Dirk?“ she asked, and Dirk just about choked on his beer. He turned and looked at her, and she leaned over towards him as she spoke again, bracing herself with one hand on the couch next to him. Did you come hard for me?” she asked, her voice a throaty whisper. Dirk nodded as he replied. Yeah, I did, he said in a low voice. No porn star ever made me come the way you did, then or now. She smiled at this, looking deep into his eyes as she spoke again. Would you like for me to make you come now, Dirk?“ she asked, her voice nearly a whisper. She put her hand on the top of his thigh and rubbed up and down as she spoke, and Dirk could feel his cock beginning to twitch as the blood started rushing to it. I mean, after all, it’s the least I could do to repay you for helping me today, don’t you think?” I’d have to be crazy to say no, he said, leaning forward and putting his beer on the coffee table, then sitting back. And I’m a lot of things, but crazy ain’t one of them. She smiled at his reply, her hand still moving up and down on his thigh, but moving up higher with every stroke. You remember what my specialty was, don’t you, Dirk?“ she asked, still smiling and still rubbing his thigh. As I recall, you gave one hell of a blowjob, he replied, and she grinned at this. I gave the best blowjobs in the business,” she said proudly. Nobody could suck a cock like me, and I mean nobody,“ she said, sliding her hand up and onto the growing bulge in his jeans. She gripped his cock gently through his jeans as she continued. Would you like me to suck your cock, Dirk?” she asked, her voice a whisper. Would you like for me to suck your cock, make you come in my mouth, and then swallow it?“ She squeezed his cock harder through his jeans, feeling it growing beneath her hand. I’d like that very much, Dirk said in a low voice. She broke out into a big smile at his reply, then slid off the couch to kneel in front of him, spreading his knees out as she did. She sat down on her haunches, her hands on his knees for support, then running her hands at the tops of his thighs towards his crotch. She looked up at him, a smile on her face, as her hands met at his cock. She massaged and squeezed his cock through his jeans for a moment, looking down at the growing lump in his jeans, then moved her hands to the button at the top. She opened the button and then slid the zipper down slowly, looking up at him again as she did so. When the zipper was all the way down, she pulled his jeans open, looking down as she did so, and was pleasantly surprised to see that not only was he not wearing any boxers, he was also clean-shaven. She looked up at him, a smile on her face, her eyes sparkling with desire as she spoke. Oh, look, a naked cock!” she cooed, holding his jeans open. Is it for me?“ All yours. Dirk replied. Let’s set him and his two brothers free, shall we?” she asked, reaching inside his jeans to cup his balls in her hand. She gently lifted them up and pulled them out of his jeans, moving his jeans aside with the other hand. His cock and balls were now fully exposed, and she was pleasantly surprised to see that Dirk shaved his balls as well. She looked up at him as she spoke. I’m so glad to see that you shave, Dirk,“ she said, her voice husky. It makes giving you a blowjob and sucking on your balls so much easier. Caroline smiled at him again and then lowered her head down to his cock. She ran her warm, wet tongue slowly along the underside of his semi-erect cock from the base to the tip, leaving a glistening trail behind. She did this several times before she moved down to his balls, licking them just as slowly and lovingly as she had his cock. She wrapped one hand around his shaft, pumping it slowly to full hardness as she planted her soft, warm lips on his balls. She opened her mouth and sucked one of his balls into her mouth, rolling her tongue around it as she lifted her head up, pulling on it with her mouth. She repeated the process with the other one until his balls were slick and shiny with her spit. Dirk watched in amazement as she worked him over. He simply couldn’t believe that the porn star of his youthful dreams was actually in front of him on her knees, sucking on his cock and balls. And damn! but she was good. His cock was rock hard and throbbing by now, her hand wrapped firmly around it and pumping it as she worked on his balls. She released his ball from her mouth with a gentle pop, then ran her tongue over and around both of them before opening her mouth as wide as she could, placing her lips on his sack. With gentle but steady suction, she sucked both of his balls into her mouth, and Dirk could see her cheeks bulging out as her mouth was filled with his balls. She looked up at him for a moment, still pumping his cock with her hand, and then continued working on his balls. She rolled her tongue around them as much as she could, but her mouth was so full that all she could really do was suck on them and tug on them by lifting her head up. She did this for a few moments, then let his balls slip from her mouth. Aha,” she sighed, her mouth open. I just love sucking on a man’s balls,“ she said, grinning up at him as she continued pumping his cock with her hand. Almost as much as I love sucking on his dick. She ran the flat of her soft, wet tongue up the underside of his cock from his balls to the tip, opening her mouth wide when she got to the head and lowering it down over the first three inches of his cock, before closing her lips around it. She immediately applied suction, slowly pulling her mouth back up his shaft until just the head was in her mouth. She sucked hard on the head, swirling her tongue over and around it, before sliding her mouth all the way down his shaft. She took his e

Adventures of Dirk: The Cuckholds Wife

DIRK HAS AN ENCOUNTER WITH HIS NEIGHBOR’S WIFE. By Original Aramis [https://www.literotica.com/stories/memberpage.php?uid=3234956&page=submissions]. Listen to the ►Podcast [https://archive.org/download/fall-short-stories/Adventures%20of%20Dirk%20-%20The%20Cuckhold%27s%20Wife.mp3] at Steamy Stories [http://feeds.feedburner.com/Steamy-Stories]. [https://64.media.tumblr.com/6b128002abbe60cf69e87794987361d0/15ac2117c365086b-50/s640x960/2796601b198db20d3cd0076835dbf088c6c61401.jpg] Dirk was standing in his garage next to his bike, a cold bottle of beer in his hand, taking a break from working on it. He was looking out of the open door of his garage and across the street, watching his new neighbors as they were talking in their driveway, standing next to their two cars.  They’d moved in about a month ago and Dirk hadn’t had the chance to talk to either one of them, but he had a feeling from what he’d seen so far that he wasn’t going to like the guy very much. And he wasn’t so sure about the woman, either. This guy’s pussy-whipped if I’ve ever seen it!“ Dirk said out loud to himself as he watched the woman clearly giving directions to her husband. She was very animated, and both the expression on her face and the gestures of her arms and hands told Dirk everything he needed to know about her or so he thought. She was obviously the one wearing the pants in the family, and Dirk didn’t know whether to dislike the husband or pity him. Either way, Dirk was just glad he wasn’t him despite what the wife looked like. The woman was a stunner, a real sexpot, no doubt about it. Blond hair, a pretty face, tall and slender, long legs that went all the way up to a fantastically rounded and firm ass, and a set of simply killer big tits that stood out proudly from her chest like a pair of twin torpedoes. She was wearing a yellow halter top and a pair of skin-tight white chino pants that sat low on her hips and showed just about everything. Dirk was impressed by her flat, firm stomach, and was that a diamond piercing he saw glinting from her navel? Dirk wondered how many hours in the gym it took to get and keep a body like that, and the thought of her in a skin-tight workout outfit made him smile. A pair of black spiked heels that must have been about 4 inches tall completed her outfit. The husband was Joe Average, about six feet tall, maybe 180 pounds soaking wet, with brunette hair kept fairly short, a regular build (if there was such a thing), and black plastic framed glasses. There was absolutely nothing remarkable about him at all, and Dirk couldn’t help but wonder how he had managed to land a woman such as the one he was looking at. Dirk took another pull from his beer as he watched the conversation unfold, admiring the way her big tits moved inside her halter top. "God, I’d love to see those things naked!” he said out loud, smiling to himself. The conversation ended with the woman giving the man a peck on the cheek, after which he got into his car and drove away. The woman waved at her husband as he drove off, then looked up and saw Dirk standing in the shadows of his garage. She smiled and waved at him, and Dirk lifted the beer up in return. Then she turned and went into the house, and Dirk went back to working on his bike. It was only about ten minutes later when he heard a female voice from the open garage doorway behind him. “Nice bike!” the voice said, and Dirk turned around to see who it was, still squatting down next to his bike. He was surprised to see the woman from across the street standing there smiling at him. “What is it?” she asked, crossing her arms beneath her mammoth tits, cocking her hips as she put one foot out to the side. Dirk stood up and faced her, pulling a shop rag out of his back pocket and wiping his hands with it as he replied. “It’s a Harley, 2003 Heritage Softail Classic, he replied, his guard up. The 100th Anniversary Edition, actually, best bike I’ve ever owned.” “That explains why you’ve had it for 17 years, I guess,” she said, smiling at him like the cat who was about to eat the canary. Exactly, Dirk replied, sitting back on the seat of his bike. The new bikes are nice and all, but they’re too complicated for me, too much electronic shit that can go wrong and fuck up your ride. This one is simple, classic, and does what I need it to do. This was my first Harley, and I have no plans on ever getting rid of it!“ A man with commitment,” she said, her smile getting bigger. I like that I’m Kimberly,“ she said, stepping forward and extending her hand. Dirk reached out and took it, giving it a shake as he replied. Dirk, he said. Nice to meet you, Kimberly. Please, call me Kim, and the pleasure is all mine, I assure you!” she replied. I see you’re in a club,“ she said, smiling and looking at his vest while she looked him over. ‘High-Side , is that you?” she asked, pointing at his road name patch. Yeah, that’s my road name, Dirk said. He had just had this same conversation with the wife of his best friend not too long ago, and the memories of that night came flooding back to him in a rush. He still couldn’t get over his best friend asking him to fuck his own wife, and how it all turned out. One of these days you’ll have to tell me how you got it,“ she said, and Dirk was relieved that he didn’t have to go through the story of his road name again so soon. I’ll do that, he said, getting up from his bike and going over to the small refrigerator under his work bench. Would you like a beer, Kim?” he asked, bending over to open the refrigerator. When he stood up and turned around with a beer in his hand Kim was standing so close to him that he almost ran into her, and before he could react she stepped in even closer, her big tits lightly pressing against his chest. Dirk saw the look in her eyes and recognized it right away, and he immediately knew where she was headed. Later,“ she said softly, her voice low and husky. Right now I want some of this!” she said as she reached out and placed the palm of her hand right onto Dirk’s cock, rubbing it firmly up and down. Dirk felt his cock respond immediately, shifting under her hand as it began to expand. Kim glanced down for a moment and then looked back up at Dirk, smiling as she spoke again. He likes me!“ she said, rubbing harder. What’s not to like?” Dirk replied, returning her bravado right back at her. But what about your husband? I don’t think he’d much like what you’re doing right now, nor do I think he’d like what I think you’re going to do next.“ My husband likes what I tell him to like, Kim replied, still rubbing Dirk’s quickly hardening cock with the palm of her hand. So it’s like that, huh? I thought so,” he said, leaning back against the work bench and letting Kim continue to rub his cock which was getting bigger and harder by the moment. You thought what?“ she said softly, looking up at him and squeezing his hardening shaft through his jeans. That I’m in charge, and that he does what I tell him to do?” Something like that, yeah, Dirk replied. I got that from watching the conversation you had with him this morning out in the driveway before he went to work. It’s more than you think, Dirk",“ she said, giving him a half-smile as she squeezed his cock again. "Much more!” Let me guess he’s a cuckold, right?“ Dirk said, causing Kim to grin. Exactly!” she said. But enough about him. Right now I want this big, hard cock of yours in my mouth! I want to taste you, suck on you, and drink you down when I make you cum in my mouth!“ she said breathlessly, stepping in close to him. She grabbed the top of his jeans with both hands and began working them open, yanking the zipper down when she got the button open and shoving her hand into them. She wrapped her fingers around his hard shaft and began pumping, reaching up with her other hand and placing it behind his neck to pull his mouth down to hers. She kissed him hard and deep, slipping her tongue into his mouth as she pumped his cock in her hand, and Dirk slid his hands around to her huge tits and grabbed them hard. He squeezed and kneaded the big mounds in his hands, and Kim moaned in his mouth. She took her hands from his cock and his neck long enough to pull her halter top open and set her tits free, and Dirk immediately grabbed onto them again as she regained her grip on his cock. I want you!” she whispered, breaking off the kiss but maintaining her grip on his cock. I want to taste you!“ she said, dropping to her knees in front of him. She pulled his jeans open with both hands, setting his cock free; she noticed he wasn’t wearing anything under them, and she paused to look at it for a moment. She moved her nose right up next to the tip and inhaled, closing her eyes and smiling as she inhaled his scent. I just love the way a real man’s cock smells!” she whispered, looking up at him. It smells so fucking good!“ she said, gripping it in her hand and pumping the shaft again. She ran her nose down the underside of his cock and over his balls, inhaling deeply, then stuck out her tongue and licked him along the underside, from his balls up to the tip. When she got to the tip, she immediately closed her lips around the head of his cock and sucked him into her mouth, sliding her wet mouth down onto his cock until she had all of him in her mouth. Her nose pressed against his abdomen as she slid her tongue around the underside of his shaft, then she sucked hard as she slid her mouth back up his cock to the tip. She repeated this several times. And soon Dirk’s cock was shiny and wet with her saliva. When she got to the head of his cock, she paused, looking up at Dirk as she sucked on it for a moment, Before releasing it. She wrapped her hand around his cock, and began slowing pumping it as she spoke; So how does it feel to have another man’s wife sucking your cock, Dirk?” she asked, licking the tip of his coq for emphasis. Are you okay with that?“ she asked, teasingly. You aren’t the first married woman. I’ve had sucking my dick, sweetheart. Dirk replied, looking down at her. And you won’t be the first married woman I’ve fucked before either. I just can’t. Can’t help but wonder how your husband is going to take all of this if he finds out, he said. It’s not a matter of if , lover, it’s a matter of when,” she said, giving that half-grin again. Still don’t believe me? Okay, then watch this.“ She reached into her back pocket with her free hand and retrieved her cell phone. Pushing a button on it while still pumping Dirk’s cock. She leaned over and sucked on the head as the phone rang, giving it a pop when the call went through. "Hi, baby, it’s me,” she said, looking up at Dirk with her hand pumping his cock. “You made it to work okay? Great, baby. I’m glad. Look, baby, remember how we were talking last week and I told you how I really wanted to fuck other men, specifically the biker guy across the street? The one I said I thought was so fucking hot. Remember that? You do? Good. Well, I just wanted you to know that But right now, I’m on my knees in front of him in his garage, and I’m sucking his cock.” She paused as her husband said something on the other end, that Dirk couldn’t hear. Sucking on the head of his cock while her husband was talking. She slipped her mouth from his cock, to reply. “That’s right, baby right now. I’ve got his big cock in my hand right now. And my god, he’s hard!” she said, smiling up at Dirk. “Yeah, he is. Much harder than you ever get. And I think he’s bigger and thicker than you are, too. So I’m gonna suck his dick a little more, and then I’m gonna let him fuck me, okay, baby? And no, there’s nothing you can do about it, you know? I’m going to fuck him, and that’s all there is to it.” She paused again for a moment, before continuing, her hand still pumping is Cock. Great And just so you’ll know, baby, as much as I’d like for him to come inside me, I think I’m gonna make him come in my mouth. Uh huh, in my mouth.  And then I’m going to swallow his cum. Yes, I’m going to swallow his cum. And if you’re being a really good boy, then maybe I’ll let you come in my mouth and swallow your cum. There was another short pause as the husband said something else, and she sucked on the head of his cock again, as he spoke.. After just a few moments she continued. Okay, baby, well, I’ve got this big hard dick in front of my face right now, and if I don’t get my pussy wrapped around it soon I’m gonna go out of my mind. So I’m gonna hang up and fuck him now, okay?“ she said, looking up at Dirk. Okay, baby. I’ll talk to you later. Bye,” she said, then pressed a button on the phone to end the call. She tossed the cell phone onto the workbench next to Dirk, then looked up at him, grinning. Believe me now?“ she said as he held the head of his cock right in front of her face. His precum was flowing like a river by now, and she stuck her tongue out and licked it in as she spoke. Absolutely, he said, watching her.  You’ve really got him wrapped around your little finger, don’t you?” So tight, he can hardly breathe,“ she replied, grinning again. And you don’t think that him knowing that I fucked his wife, is going to be a problem later on?” She slurped on the head of his cock some more. After all, I do live right across the street, and it’s not like he’s not gonna see me just about every day. She slid her mouth down his shaft once, and held it there a moment; before sliding it off and replying; It won’t be a problem, because I’ll tell him it won’t be a problem,“ she replied, giving him a slightly evil smile and cocking one eyebrow at him. Now, are we gonna fuck, or not?” she asked. Oh yeah, we’re gonna fuck, he replied, grabbing her by the wrist and yanking her to her feet. He stepped to the side and shoved her roughly against the workbench, making her gasp as he moved in behind her. She braced herself with her hands on the wall as he bent her over the bench, her big tits pressing against the smooth surface of the workbench, then grabbed her pants with both hands at the hips and yanked downwards. The button and zipper holding them closed gave way, the button flying and the zipper popping open as he pulled them down her legs. Dirk wasn’t surprised to see that she wasn’t wearing any panties, he also wasn’t surprised to see the wetness covering her outer lips. Her pussy was shaven as smooth. The outer lips, pink and glistening, and her musk filled the room immediately. Oh, uh, wait a minute, wait. She began as she tried to stand up straight. Uff,“ she cried as he shoved her back down, and then she slapped her hands back on the wall for support. Dirk pulled her pants down as hard as he could, as he slapped her hard on the ass. The sound of his hand smacking against her ass sounded like a rifle shot in the garage, and Kim cried out in surprise. Spread your legs. Dirk commanded, and when she didn’t move fast enough, he smacked her on the ass again, harder. The red imprint of his hand was clearly visible; and he knew that Hubby was sure to see it later on that night. But that wasn’t his problem. So he didn’t care. That’s the man I wanted to see. Kim said, looking back at him with a grin on her face, while she spread her legs as far apart as she could, the chino pants around her knees. Use me. Dirk. Use me like I’m your personal fuck-toy. Fuck me. Fuck me hard, you big stud. Dirk moved in close behind her, his own jeans around his knees as well, and placed a hand on her back as he grasped his throbbing, rock-hard cock with the other. He rubbed the head up and down her slit a couple times. He spread her juices over it, and made it slick, against the opening of her pussy. Then he grabbed her by the hips at the same time, impaling her on his cock. She was so wet that he slid all the way in on the first thrust, and he felt his balls bump against her clit. Oh-oh!” Kim cried loudly, squeezing her eyes closed in ecstasy as Dirk shoved his cock into her pussy. She groaned as he held it there for a moment. Then began moaning as he began thrusting. He thrusted hard and fast, pumping in deep strokes.; shoving his cock in and out of her as deep as he could in each thrust. He gripped her hips tightly in his hands and used them for leverage, yanking her back against him with every forward thrust. She groaned and gasped in time with his thrust, his cock siding in and out of her pussy, over and over again. Oh, my god! yes, yes, yes!“ she cried in time with his thrust. Fuck me, fuck me, use me, like, the slut, that I am. It was all Kim could do to keep her balance with her hands on the wall in front of her. Dirk was fucking her so hard. He was pounding her pussy, just as she had wanted, hard and fast, and she knew it wasn’t going to be long before she was coming all over his hardcore. I’m gonna cum. I’m gonna cum,” she gasped, feeling her orgasm building quickly. Where the hell was this? Stud when I was single?“ she thought to herself as Dirk continued pounding her with his cock. So come, then. Dirk said without pausing or missing a beat.   Don’t talk about it, do it.  And she did. As soon as Dirk uttered those words her orgasm hit, exploding inside her body, like a bomb.  She cried out and gritted her teeth as the powerful orgasm rocked her body to the depths of her being. She was cumming hard; harder than she’s ever cum before. And Dirk could feel her pussy fluttering and contracting around his cock as she came. He continued his thrust, pushing harder and deeper as she came. She was surprised when she had a second orgasm immediately after the first. Ung Kim cried through clenched teeth as the second orgasm shook her body, her eyes squeezed shut, a grimace on her face as the powerful waves of pleasure rocked through her. She pushed back against Dirk, meeting his thrusts as her orgasm ran its course. And when it was finally done, it left her covered with a fine sheet of sweat and gasping for breath. Dirk slowed his thrusts until he was slowly sliding in and out of her sopping-wet pussy, in long, easy strokes; and Kim dropped down onto the workbench, resting on her forearms. Her mouth was hanging open and she was panting for breath when she looked back at Dirk and spoke. Oh my god, that was incredible!” she said, a big grin on her face. I’ve never been fucked like that before. And I came so hard!“ she said, looking back at him. And now you’re gonna make me cum, Dirk said, looking back. Yes I am. Kim said, jumping up and spinning around to face him. Dirk let her go and felt his cock slip out of her pussy as she moved, dropping to her knees in front of him and grabbing his glistening slippery cock in one hand, and his heavy balls in the other. She pumped his cock and squeezed his balls gently, as she looked up at him and spoke again.   I’m gonna make you come in my mouth, and I’m gonna swallow every drop,” she whispered sexily. She slipped her mouth over the head of his cock and down his shaft, taking it all in one swift movement. She immediately began sliding her mouth up and down the length of his cock. Sliding her tongue along the underside of his cock and sucking on it hard as she moved. She kneaded and

Adventures of Dirk: Restoring a Tigress (Part 2)

DIRK PROVIDES SEX THERAPY INSIGHTS. By Original Aramis [https://www.literotica.com/stories/memberpage.php?uid=3234956&page=submissions]. Listen to the ►Podcast [https://archive.org/download/fall-short-stories/Adventures%20of%20Dirk%20-%20Restoring%20a%20Tiger%20-%20part%202.mp3] at Steamy Stories [http://feeds.feedburner.com/Steamy-Stories]. [https://64.media.tumblr.com/5ece408cb41c26ad46ff0d6e57936c6c/9adee43ff691859b-dc/s640x960/eb40ff5441147c61c87fe82dcc0b30f1d64c3ded.jpg] (be sure to catch part 1, before continuing this episode) The look in her eyes had changed from timid to tigress, and Dirk was now her prey. She rose up on her knees and lunged at him, grabbing his cock and shoving her mouth down on it. Then she grabbed him by the hips and pushed her head forward, shoving his entire cock as deep into her mouth as she could. She held it there for just a moment, then started sliding her mouth up and down his shaft like a woman possessed, twisting his jeans in her fists as she tightened her grip on them for support. She sucked him hard, fast and deep, her hair and the spit flying. Dirk looked down in amazement, his body rocking back and forth from the effort she was putting into sucking his cock. He watched her go at him for a full minute before she finally slid her mouth from his cock, looking up at him with shiny, watery eyes and a big smile on her face as she spoke. “God, I love sucking your cock!” she exclaimed, panting for breath. She looked at him for just a moment more, then slid her mouth back onto his shaft and went back to work. She grabbed Dirk’s hands and put them on the sides of her head, and Dirk got the message. He grabbed her by the hair and face-fucked her again, harder and faster this time, and her muffled cries of passion told him that he was doing exactly what she wanted. She braced herself with her hands on the front of his thighs as he shoved her mouth up and down on his cock, then reached down with one hand and started fingering her pussy. She moaned and cried out as she touched herself, and it was only a matter of moments before she came. She came hard, her body shivering as her orgasm exploded inside her, a muffled cry, coming from her mouth full of Dirk’s cock, and she squeezed her eyes closed in reaction to the intensity of her orgasm. She gripped his jeans hard in one hand as she furiously worked her pussy with the other, keeping Dirk’s cock in her mouth as she rode out the waves of her orgasm. It was over as fast as it had started, and Dirk released her hair from his hands as she fell back onto her haunches. The scent of her musk filled the room, and Dirk could see that her pink panties were absolutely soaked with her juices. She looked up at him, gasping and panting for breath, her mouth hanging open, saliva dripping from her chin onto her cleavage. She was giving him the same look as before, telling him that she wasn’t done with him just yet. “I want that cock inside me!” she panted, looking up at him from beneath her brows once more. The look of pure lust was burning brightly in her eyes with an intensity that Dirk had never seen before in any woman. I need that cock inside me!“ she said, lunging up and grabbing Dirk’s jeans with both hands. She yanked them down around his knees, then grabbed his boxers by the sides of the fly and ripped them wide open, literally tearing them from his hips. "Holy shit!” Dirk thought as she looked up at him, a lustful smile on her face. She jumped to her feet and immediately wrapped her arms around Dirk’s neck and kissed him, pushing her tongue deep into his mouth and grinding her entire body against his. Dirk could feel the heat of her pussy against him, and his cock throbbed as it was trapped between them. He put his arms around her and held her tight, kissing her back. She moved as they kissed, turning him so his back was to the bed and then stepping towards the bed until the back of his knees were touching the mattress. With his jeans and ripped boxers around his lower legs Dirk had to shuffle, but he managed to move without falling over. Stephanie broke off the kiss, and then put her hands on Dirk’s chest and shoved him backwards. He fell back onto the bed, his lower legs hanging off the side, and watched in amazement as Stephanie ripped her panties from her hips and tossed them aside. She climbed onto the bed on top of him, pushing his legs together as she straddled him, her knees on either side of his hips. Without a word she got into position above him and immediately reached down and grabbed his cock, pointing it straight up at her pussy. She rubbed the head between her slippery outer lips a few times and then sank down on it, moaning loudly as she impaled herself onto his cock. “Oh!” she moaned, throwing her head back with her eyes closed, biting on her lower lips as she sat up straight on Dirk’s hips, pushing her pussy down onto his cock as far as she could. She leaned back and put her hands on Dirk’s thighs, pushing her hips down and slowly rotating them around and around on the shaft buried inside her. She lowered her head and opened her eyes, looking directly at Dirk as she moved on top of him, still biting her lower lip. Her pussy was very tight and very wet, and was gripping his shaft like a hot, wet, velvet glove. Staring right into his eyes she sat straight up and then reached for the clasp at the front of her bra, unhooked it, and pulled the bra from her body, setting her big tits free. She tossed it in the same general direction as her panties, then reached up and grabbed her big tits with both hands. She continued looking Dirk in the eyes as she squeezed them hard, pulling and tugging on the nipples as she slowly rotated her hips around and around. Without a word, Stephanie released her tits from her grasp and reached down to grab Dirk’s hands, placing them on her tits and squeezing. Dirk took the hint and squeezed her big, firm tits hard in his hands, eliciting another moan from her as he did so. Stephanie reached behind her and grabbed his balls with one hand, massaging and kneading them in her hand as he did the same to her tits. Then she released his balls from her hand and dropped forward, placing one hand on either side of Dirk’s head. Dirk released her boobs from his grasp as she fell forward, and they hung over his chest with the hard nipples barely brushing against his skin. She looked deep into his eyes as she began to move, sliding her pussy up and down the length of Dirk’s hard cock. She fucked him hard and fast, slamming her hips down and shoving her pussy down onto his cock in hard, fast movements, her heavy tits swaying and bobbing with her movements. Dirk reached up and grabbed her swaying tits with his hands, squeezing them hard and eliciting a loud moan from Stephanie. She threw her head back and squeezed her eyes shut as Dirk squeezed her tits harder, and the motions of her hips increased. She lowered her head and opened her eyes to look directly into his, her mouth hanging open as she panted for breath, never slowing the motions of her hips as she rode his cock hard. A fine layer of sweat was now covering her body, glistening in the light of the bedroom, and Dirk thought that only made her look sexier and hotter; if that was possible. Stephanie sat straight up on Dirk’s shaft, pulling her tits out of his reach, then braced herself with her hands on his stomach. She closed her eyes and bit her lips, turning her head to the side as she rocked her hips from front to back in rapid movements. The upper part of her body was motionless but her hips were a blur as she fucked Dirk’s cock hard and fast. Her big tits bobbed on her chest, the nipples hard as rocks, and she began to moan as she rocked her hips on his cock. “I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum!” she moaned, gritting her teeth as she continued riding his cock. A few seconds later her second orgasm hit, and she cried out as her orgasm exploded inside her. She squeezed her eyes closed and gritted her teeth, throwing her head around as the waves of pleasure rocketed through her body, and her hips moved even faster. The bed was shaking and bucking with the force of her movements, and Dirk wouldn’t have been surprised if the neighbors had heard them. Dirk could feel her pussy flooding as she came, drenching his cock in her slippery juices, and it was all he could do to hang on to the bed as she rode her orgasm out. After several long moments Stephanie’s orgasm began to subside, and the motions of her hips slowed until she was sitting still, Dirk’s throbbing cock still buried inside her. She was gasping and panting for breath, her body glistening with sweat as she looked down at him, her mouth hanging open. She smiled a crooked smile at him, slowly rotating her hips around in circles. “Now it’s my turn!” Dirk said as he reached up and grabbed Stephanie by the upper arms, throwing her from on top of him and onto the bed beside him. Before she could react he jumped up from the bed, spun around, and flipped her over onto her stomach. Then he grabbed her by the hips and yanked her up onto all fours, pulling her back towards him until her knees were on the edge of the bed. “Oh my God, yes! Yes, Dirk, yes!” she cried as she realized what he had in mind. “Fuck me doggy style, Dirk! Fuck me doggie style, Dirk Fuck me doggie style, like you fuck your biker bitches Fuck me, Dirk, fuck me hard,” she cried, looking over her shoulder at him. Dirk grabbed her hips with one hand and his cock with the other, pressing the head of his cock against her tunnel and holding it there while he moved his hand to her other hip. Grasping her hips in both hands he yanked her back as he thrust forward, impaling her with his cock and driving it into her as deeply as he could. He felt his balls slap against her clit as he hit bottom, and Stephanie screamed in ecstasy. Gripping her hips tightly with both hands he began fucking her, thrusting his hard cock in and out of her sopping wet pussy in hard, deep, long strokes. Stephanie moaned in time with his thrusts, the moans being of the high-pitched type a woman makes when she’s more overpowered than aroused. Dirk reached forward with one hand and grabbed her by the hair, twisting it in his hand and yanking back, forcing her head up as he continued to thrust in and out of her. As soon as he did this the pitch of Stephanie’s moans changed from a high-pitched moan to a lower, more guttural pitch moan of a woman who is truly enjoying what is happening. Dirk felt her being to thrust back against him, matching him stroke for stroke, and the harder he pulled on her hand and the further he pulled her head back the more she seemed to enjoy it. She twisted the bed spread in her fists as he fucked her hard and fast, moaning, continually at the pounding he was giving her. He was fucking her hard and fast now, his balls slapping against her clit with every forward thrust, the globes of her ass rippling as his abdomen banged against her ass. Dirk could feel the faint beginnings of his own orgasm building in his balls, and he felt his cock thicken along with it. He didn’t know how, but Stephanie must have felt it as well. “I want, I want you to, come on, my face. Come on, my face, Dirk,” she moaned through clenched teeth in time with his thrusting, her head still pulled up and back by his grip on her hair. “Then turn around and get on your knees, because here it comes.” Dirk replied. He released her hair from his grasp and pulled out of her pussy, and she quickly got up, spun around, and dropped to her knees in front of him. She grabbed his cock with both hands and clamped her mouth around the head of his cock, sucking hard as she pumped the shaft quickly. She felt his cock thicken and widen in her hands and knew he was about to come. She released his cock from her mouth and held her mouth open, pumping his cock in her hand. “Give it to me, Dirk. Come for me, come all over my face, give it to me,” she whispered, and Dirk did just that. He groaned as his orgasm hit and the first blast of cum exploded from the head of his cock, landing right in the middle of her forehead at the hairline and falling down her face, between her eyes and down her nose to her lips. Stephanie cried out in joy and smiled, turning her head from side to side as Dirk’s cock pumped stream after stream of hot, sticky cum onto her turned face and into her mouth. After letting three or four streams of cum land on her face, she clamped her lips around the head of his cock and sucked hard, keeping his cock in her mouth as it continued to pump out more cum. She gripped his shaft in her hand hard, pumping it with one hand and squeezing his balls with the other. She wanted to get every last drop out of him and into her mouth, and she wasn’t going to stop until she had done just that. The force of Dirk’s orgasm took him by surprise, it had been a while since he’d been with a woman, and the intensity of this woman had made him cum harder and longer than he could remember. He was cumming so hard and so long that he thought his brains would surely come out of the end of his dick, especially with Stephanie’s mouth locked onto his cock and sucking the way she was. Nearing the end of his orgasm he grabbed Stephanie’s head once more and forced her mouth down onto his cock, burying it in the back of her throat as the last spasms went through him, pumping the very last of his cum out. She cried out around his cock, but didn’t pull away, staying there until his orgasm was spent and he released her head from his hands. She sat back on her haunches, her mouth open as she gasped for breath, and Dirk could see a large amount of his cum on her tongue and in her mouth. She looked up at him and smiled with her mouth open, then rolled his cum around in her mouth and on her tongue for him to see. She did this for several moments, savoring the feel and the taste on her tongue before closing her mouth and swallowing it down. Then she used her fingers to scoop up the strands of cum from her face, sticking her fingers into her mouth and sucking the cum from them. She did this until her face was clean of his cum, looking him in the eyes the entire time. “Very tasty,” she said, smiling up at him. “I just love the taste of cum, especially yours.” “Damn, girl!” was all Dirk could say. This made Stephanie laugh, and she was still laughing as she stood up. She put her arms around his neck and kissed him gently on the lips, her lips barely parted. He put his hands on her hips as they kissed, and he thought it was one of the softest, most sincere kisses he’d ever had. “Thank you, Dirk, she said softly, looking into his eyes.” “You’re welcome, Stephanie,” he said. Yeah, he knew it was kind of lame after the fucking he’d just given her, but it was all he could think of at the moment. She smiled at him and then took her arms from around his neck, reaching down to pick up the discarded dress from the floor next to the bed. She stepped into it and pulled it up as Dirk reached down to pull up his jeans from around his ankles. As she tied the ends of the top behind her neck, Dirk reached into his back pocket and pulled out a fairly large knife, flicking the blade open. He cut the remains of his boxers from his legs and tossed them onto the bed, then closed the knife and put it back into his pocket before standing up and pulling his jeans up. “I guess I owe you a pair of boxers, huh, Dirk?” she said, smiling at him. Dirk turned to look at her and thought that she looked better in that dress without a bra than she did with one. “Sorry about that, I kind of got carried away.” “Don’t worry about it, Stephanie,” Dirk replied, fastening his belt and zipping up his jeans. “I usually go commando anyway, so it’s no big deal. I only wore them tonight because, well, I didn’t want to surprise you with a naked cock just inside the zipper of my jeans, you know?” Stephanie laughed at this, as she replied. “That’s very kind of you. I appreciate the thought,” she said, smiling broadly. Damn, but this woman is beautiful, Dirk thought. Wally is one lucky son of a bitch. I wonder if he knows just who he’s married to. “I don’t know about you, but I sure could use a beer,” Stephanie said, bringing him out of his reverie. “That makes two of us,” Dirk replied. Stephanie walked out of the bedroom and Dirk followed her as she walked down the hall into the kitchen. She wasn’t having any trouble in those boots now, it was like she was an entirely different person. Once in the kitchen, she opened the refrigerator and retrieved two bottles of beer, then turned and handed one to Dirk. They both twisted the lids off of their beers, and Stephanie held hers up at Dirk. “Here’s to good friends and great sex,” she said, grinning at him. “Here, here!” Dirk said, clinking his bottle against hers. They both took a long pull of the ice-cold beer, and then Stephanie leaned back against the kitchen counter. Dirk leaned back against the bar that was on the other side of the kitchen and directly behind him, and they looked at each other for a moment before Stephanie spoke, pointing at the patches on the front of his vest. “What does that patch mean? The one that says, high side?” she asked, referring to the patch on the left side of his vest at chest height. “That’s my road name,” Dirk replied. “All bikers have road names, and that’s mine.” “How did you settle on high side?” she asked, taking a sip of her beer. “Because when I was prospecting my club, I went down on my bike on my very first club ride, and that’s the kind of accident it was. I hit the back brakes to avoid a dog that ran out in front of me. The bike skidded, I tried to lay down on one side, then the tires grabbed and the bike stood up, flipping me off of the other side, the high side.” he explained. “From that day on, I’d been known as high side.” “I bet that was embarrassing,” she said, suppressing a chuckle. “You have no idea.” Dirk replied, smiling at the memory. “I thought for sure my prospecting days were over, but the patch members decided to let me continue, and a year later I got my patches,” he said. “Prospecting?” she asked, raising her eyebrows. “That’s the time. that you have to prove yourself to the members of the club, prove to them that you’re worthy enough to wear their patches,” Dirk explained. “Most clubs make you prospect for at least a year, and during that time. you are at the beck and call of any patch member, full member, that is of the club, 24 hours a day, 7 days a week. When that phone rings and it’s the club on the other end, whatever you’re doing stops and you have to go take care of club business, or whatever the patch member wants you to do. Fail to do this just once and you’re out,” he said. “And I see you made it,” Stephanie said, looking his vest over. “How long did you have to prospect?” “My club makes you prospect for a year,” he replied. “And it was a long, tough year, let me tell you.” “I bet it was.” Stephanie said. “Wally tells me that tonight was your idea?” Dirk said, changing the subject and the mood. “Is that true?” he asked. Stephanie dropped her eyes and looked down at the beer in her hands for a moment, before looking back up at him. “Yes, it’s true,” she replied quietly. She took