Monday, December 23, 2013

Oleo Holiday


He was getting dressed to escort Coco to her company Christmas party. It was the first with her new company. Considering they first “got together” at their company Christmas party a few years prior the occasion was both nostalgic and promising. When he heard the familiar refrain of a classic stop motion holiday cartoon on the television, “Oleo lady ol lady I oh,” he stopped and watched. Maybe those were not the exact words, but that is what he heard as a child and that is what they stayed into adulthood.

Coco was a very buxom five foot two slender hipped black haired woman, She kept her raven hair cropped short. She knew it highlighted the markedly firm square jaw on her otherwise feminine features. She also knew her lovers liked the view it afforded them when she was going down on them. A clear view of her lovers reactions to her gifts of oral pleasure were her reward for the hairstyle, not to mention low maintenance, She was a busy woman. Tonight was her first chance to show off her boyfriend to her new coworkers. Well maybe he was not exactly her boyfriend. But certainly her date for the evening and long term, well, lover for sure.

He had spent the last five years focused on his career since the break up with his high school “sweetie”.  His old sweetheart was a tall small breasted icy woman so he had been wallowing in the variety nature had to offer, vigorously dating all personality and body types. Rejected frequently. Accepted enough to be satisfied with the sampling. Of late he had focused in on three delicious women. All three different. But with two things in common. All three had great tits. Yes, he had a fixation.

They were Coco, Toni, and Nancy. Tonight he was taking Coco to her company holiday party. Coco was the woman he had been “seeing” the longest.  Although he had met Toni only a month after the demise of his childhood romance, he had not started dating her regularly until just a few months ago. Nancy had become a Friday night after work regular, who also knew Coco from the days they all worked together. Nancy was a single mom and Friday nights were her nights to herself. Often his nights to have her as well. Toni was still in full take me to dinner, a show, then you can fuck me transactional relationship motif.  Saturday nights were with her. But neither he nor Toni was ready to do the next morning wake up together routine. That was fine with him. That freed up late Saturday, early Sundays for Coco. He liked fucking three women one after the other on a given weekend. But lately he missed the simpler more conventional committed relationship. So he knew a decision and two disappointed amours where on the agenda early next year.



Even though he always called first Coco did not like that he would come over to her apartment late at night with only one thing in mind. Two things really. Her tits. Coco knew he only fucked her the first time because of her tits. They were a headliner in any venue. But he kept coming back for more. She hoped more would develop and had even changed employers in the hopes that distance would facilitate a real relationship. But lately she could tell he had come from being with another woman, and still she would let him in because she knew what she would get. She knew she would get it again in the morning.too. She knew he would wake up in her bed and he would be hers all day long. Those were the best days. Coco wondered from time to time if it was Nancy he was coming from. Coco knew her. Coco knew he still saw Nancy. Nancy and her had fucked him together once. Only once. Nancy and Coco had been a couple but Nancy never slept with Coco again after that. She missed her. Coca had been with her enough to believe she knew her scent and this was a different flavor.

But tonight he would be all hers Coco thought as she put the final touches on her new party dress . It was flowing off her frame just right for a night of dancing. The plunging neckline showed off her best assets perfectly. Good thing he had bought her that expensive snuggly coat to keep her warm on the taxi ride to the party. Coco did a final adjustment on her garter belt and stockings. She knew that secret knowledge of her undergarments would have him hard as a rock all night long. Men and their ways Coco thought.

He knew Coco was the best lover on his weekend wanderings. Maybe the best lay he had in his life. She was inventive, unpredictable, full of surprises. Oh those tits. Big, round, firm, yet supple and soft. He could watch them bounce as she rode him from above or as she was sprawled beneath him on her back and all places in between. He could not take his eyes off them. Maybe long enough to look into Coco’s eyes when she came. Her facial contortions and glassy eyes were his inspiration to make her tits bounce again until she came in a magnificent show of twitching moaning ecstasy. He could make her cum a lot. She made him cum in quarts. So why did he know she would not be his final choice?  He knew because something intangible was lacking between. Something he did not find in Coco

The doorbell rang. Coco opened the door and in he strode. She form fitted her supple body against his. He  leaned in and kissed her long and hard and said, “Taxi is waiting outside. Ready.”  Coco kept her breasts pressed against him just long enough to make her excuses for a few final touches an unrefusable proposition. He knew that worst case scenario the taxi driver would scoot with the extra cash he tossed his way to get him to wait and a new cab would have to be hailed. But that last full tit press was worth it. Coco was worth it. He knew he would chicken out tonight, fuck Coco for the last time, and break the news to her after the holidays. Maybe not the nicest thing to do, but he could not resist Coco’s allure.  He hoped he could resist her allure after the news was broken. She made everything hard.

The party was as festive and boisterous as Christmas office parties could be. Oh how Coco danced. He loved dancing with Coco from her shimmy shaking to her melting into him on a slow dance. He also enjoyed watching her dance with others. Coco was a willing dance partner to both men and women. He would catch glimpses of her stocking tops, or her low cut dress being lower and more cutting during her gyrations. He loved how her olive skin collected a dewy sheen when she perspired.  When she sat down beside him for a break before hitting the floor again he lifted a small drop from her cheek with his finger and savoured her taste.

Then he caught a whispered catty comment from one of Coco’s office cohorts. “Coco is gunna get some Hardrock tonight just where she likes it.” He didn’t care for the nickname he had been given by some of the women he had dillyed more than he had dallyed with in his more diverse post break up dating days. But he had earned it. He knew he had earned it numerous times with the catty whisperer.Tonight he planned to embrace that nickname until Coco was fully spent and satisfied.

On the cab ride home that cartoon song found it’s way back into his noggin, so he sang it for Coco.  “Oleo lady o lady io….” making her laugh all the way home. She had wanted to take him in her mouth to get him and herself warmed up. She loved his cock, but she had blown him in a cab before.  He had never sang a whole silly song to her without a care of the apparent annoyance to the cab driver. In the end cabbie was happy because Hardrock was a big tipsey tipper.

Even after slowly undressing Coco those dang cartoon lyrics were still running through his head. She spread herself out on her oversized bed and he knelt between her thighs. From his vantage point her tits were mountains on the horizon.  He reached out for them while giving her some serious side to side head. Because of her short stature and his long arms he was able to firmly grab her two glorious tits with his tongue teasing her inner thighs.  He heard in his head “Donner and Blitzen away away” and he started to think those were fine names for her boobs. He could not help himself and he started humming the song while his tongue slithered into her slippery twat. She purred, “I know that song” and he felt her pussy pucker around his tongue while she laughed out loud.

She watched his head lift out of her snatch as he rose between her legs. The bed was the perfect height for him to stand and enter her while she was on her back. Coco put a hand under each thigh and pulled her legs back to her chest and then spread her legs wide. She knew he liked an unobstructed view of her tits when he banged her in this fashion.

He knew the time was right for a full piston press while using his fingers to push that now erect button her parted dark pink curtain had revealed for him. He circled the sleds around her sweet spot and went in for a deep impale. As he stroked in and out he heard “Santa is busy with his magic sack. He trusts his reindeer and never looks back.”  

“Back! Thats the ticket.” he felt the inspiration rise him.

He flipped her over to all fours, reached under and cradled Donner and Blitzen while teasing a reentry ever so slightly into her from behind. Her little ass waggled and he teased again ever so gently with the tip. He cradled her breasts and pinched her nipples until she pleaded  “Harder Hardrock. Harder.” She knew she had slipped calling him by his office nickname. But tonight he was living up to it.  He was thrusting away full hilt and that was when Coco did what she always did. Fell forward breasts flattened to the mattress and little rump raised up to receive. He never told her this always disappointed him. He lost access to caressing her wonderful breasts, not to mention full immersion into her.

She never told him that the full penetration he made when she was on all fours was uncomfortable and occasionally painful which is why she would fall forward and flatten out.  She would endure his mad dog humping fury as long as she could in that pose. She knew he really liked it that way. She could  feel him grow stiffer and longer when she was mounted so.  She also knew he would never even try that position again if he thought it brought her pain. He was too gentle that way sometimes.

He was on his knees behind her admiring how her flattened breasts spilled out on the sides under each well toned arm, but the refrain “Oleo Lady” was going through his head.  He got out of bed and said, “I have to get something from the kitchen”.

Coco rose up on one arm and watched his broad shoulders and no ass walk out the bedroom door in the dim light. “Now what?” she thought to herself. She looked around her bedroom congratulating herself on the mirror placement. Nothing gaudy, but when she rode her lovers reverse cowgirl the view of herself in the large dresser mirror took her breath away. With luck she will do that show tonight. If not, when they rise in the morning. The view of her breasts as she rode her men and women lovers pleased her and just the thought made her wetter than ever.

When he came back he was singing that Christmas cartoon song. ”Oleo lady ol lady I O”  and he pushed her on her  back and straddled her stomach. He had a tub of margarine?

“You didn’t have any Oleo. Who does these days. Who even remembers what Oleo was?” With that he scooped out a full measure and courteously started rubbing it between his palms for warmth before rubbing the slippery viscous oil on her breasts.

Oh the old buttered breast tit fuck coming up. Men do like to fuck my tits she secretly smiled to herself. She had successfully guessed Act I. .Act II would be something Hardrock had saved up. Even after years of coming in late at night and her bold offer of “do what you want with me” upon their first frolicing fuck there was one road not traveled.

Donner and Blitzen were a sight to behold as they enveloped his dick he mused. Her breasts so round and firm with large brown areolas. His fingers gently traced the transition between tit skin and aureole satin. He gently kneaded the nipple to attention. Her nipples were subtle, where her tits were not. He loved the feel of his balls getting all slick from the Oleo. “Oleo lady” danced in his head as he smeared more and more on his shaft and her breasts et al.

She loved watching his face as he tit fucked her. He was always a gentleman about it. He would come between her tits and on her neck, but never that silly jerking off in her face that these younger men seemed to have learned somewhere. Less experienced and gratifying lovers received quite a surprise when they tried to pull that stunt on her.  However Hardrock would be granted that pleasure if he so desired tonight  But he apparently had other plans. He slid his slippery balls down her belly now and was turning her over. Oh well.  This is not the first set of sheets she has ruined with him. Coco quivered with anticipation.

“Alright. I give. So your Hardrock. I’m Coco. But who is Joe?’  she asked looking up while on her side.

“It’s Joe Booty baby “ he said with glee and continued to turned her over

“But..” she began

“Exactly” he cut in as he gleefully started smearing generous portions of the Oleo substitute on her butt cheeks and gently teasing her tiny little anus to prep it for her close-up.

“Sing along now Coco my sweet” said he.

Coco had been fucked in the ass before. Rather inartfully she might add. She was having a moment of serious trepidation, but then the silliness of the situation, him singing like a fool as well as her trust in him as a tender lover caused her to give in to a nervous laugh.

“Santa is busy with his magic bag…” they sang in unison

Between the laughter and the singing Coco first became aware of the head of his cock pushing ever so slightly into her tailgate Christmas ornament. He was working it ever so gently in and out.  Bit by bit. Slowly splitting. Then releasing. A little more. A little less. Just a bit of pressure.  It was almost pleasant and she was relaxing.

Finally after he sang out loudly “I’m Hardrock”

She followed “I’m Coco”

So it was when they hit in unison the lower notes of, “I’m Joe,” his cock slipped in deep and solid all the up her bumm making her laugh, squeal, and cumm instantaneously from the sheer intensity of the sensations.

He could not believe how tight she was. Her ass felt like a vise grip condom as it rolled all the way up his prick to his balls as he delved into her over and over.

When he burst his Christmas cheer in her ass she felt the warm glow wash over her being and up her spine like a fiery river..

He had never felt such intensity in a woman’s orgasm in his life as he drained everything he had into her quivering quaking flesh.



So it was years later, deep in a loveless marriage he would dolefully beat off into Toni's bowl of decorative scented soap in their bathroom to visions of being in Coco’s bumm dancing through his head.

Merry Christmas.





As a kid in Chicago the lyrics to an archaic stop motion classic would run through my head every holiday season. But the refrain “Oleo Lady” always brought to mind the butter substitute, margarine, once referred to commonly as Oleo. As an adult male this reference to Oleo lady took on a new meaning one very special holiday evening~ P.S.




Tuesday, December 3, 2013

Fun House, Wherehouse, Their House / On Notice

December 2


Oh my God. Everything was so warm and wet and wonderful down there. I never felt so delicious. It was like a warm lapping surf writhing it’s way up my spine and all over my body. Branching out in squivers, quivers and trembling nerve ends. I looked down and there was Donna’s face buried between my upraised knees. But what was she doing down there moving her head side to side like that. I just know I did not want her to stop. Above Donna’s upraised rump was Robin. A fierce smirk on her face as she seemingly pumped into Donna. But with what?  Her small flat chest was glowing with red splotches from her exertions. She had one hand on each of Donna’s butt cheeks and spread them roughly on each forward thrust. Why she was mounting Donna just as I had mounted Rene last night.

Rene!

I awoke soaking in the tub. I had drawn the bath after my last journal entry and climbed in while she was still snoozing in bed. I must have dozed off. Now I turned my head and there was Rene’s sweet blond fringed muff right at eye level. I peeked up to her smiling down at me. Her straight blond hair fringing a great big smile and flowed over her small breasts.

“Look at you.” she proclaimed. “Fucked me silly the past two days and still ready for more.” I followed her eyes to where she was looking  and I as indeed in up periscope mode.

She poured her favorite bath salts in the tub, I ran more hot water and she joined me. We soaped, played, and teased ourselves clean. We repaired to the bed where I did not fuck her silly. I licked her silly instead. As my tongue moved through her delicately scented pink curtained snatch  the scent of bath salts gave way to the more powerful Ode de Rene. She writhed and clutched the dampening sheets as she came with the force of a young blond volcano.  

She almost seemed ashamed when she regained her senses, but then whispered in my ear, “Pooh. We need to talk.”

“You have to get back in school now. Don’t get me wrong. Your body is muscular and sexy from this manual labor, and I swear even your thingy seems bigger. But I am thinking about the future. Your future. Our future.”

My answer was easy. “Tomorrow is Monday. I’ll let Sheldon know I am going back to school and he will need to replace me full time.  I’ll offer to work part time around my school schedule. But my degree will be number one.”

Rene hugged me, kissed me, straddled me and rode upon me harder and longer than she ever had. Watching her sweat and toil as she feverishly worked her big ass up and down the length of my “bigger thingy” made me sure the future was as bright as could be. As I played with and tweaked her stiff protruding nipples that tipped her small round breasts she made noises I had never heard issue from her delicate slender throat, and her final violent climax of the weekend ended in a howling cacophony of yelps and yabbers as well as a few sobs and tears.

So today I marched into Sheldon’s office. Sheldon needed to know first. He was the owner and one of the few original people from when I began working there and he deserved to hear it from me first. I gave notice. He thanked me for the longer than usual lead time so he could replace me, made his usual pitch that he liked me, I was a hard worker, an asset, and I always had a future in his company in the sales department if school did not work out. We shook hands and I agreed to train my replacement. Sheldon said “Great, because we got so big so fast I have no idea what goes on back there in the warehouse anymore.”

He had that right. He had no idea.

When I walked out of the his office all the women were clucking like hens. Office and shop workers alike.

Ms. Spain,  Karen was having a baby.

Oh my.

Sunday, December 1, 2013

Fun House, Wherehouse, Their House / Thanksgiving

December 1




Rene and I spent a great holiday weekend together. I could tell she was burned out from University. I hope after this weekend she is not burned out from me, We were at each other like the two healthy nineteen year old animals we are. For a change Rene was as hungry as I. I liked it. That pursued damsel giving in to her boyfriend's base desires can get old.


From the time we woke up en-wrapped in each other Friday morning until this Sunday afternoon it seemed if we weren't fucking, we were either eating or bathing in my homes claw-foot tub. OK, we had fucked in that tub a lot before this. Who ever placed that tub in the center of that tiny bathroom was a genius. It became a prop as all the scant furnishings in my coach house abode had for this holiday weekends grunting, groaning, moaning fuckfest.


The only break was Fred’s annual Holiday party on Saturday night.  He has thrown one for years. His house was always the one with the scantest adult supervision and the tradition continues. Time was  Rene and I would have stayed overnight after party to make use of the upstairs spare bedroom, But now that I have my own crash pad we left that to be used by others this year.


With all the old friends and flames of mine at this party it was a test of my new found vow of fidelity. I must admit some women of my past fact and fantasy life might have crossed my mind as Rene serviced me upon return to the coach house that night. But the view of her long blond hair as it fell across my stomach as Rene took me into her soft wet mouth would banish all but adoration for Rene and Rene alone. Not to mention the sight of how intently she studied my dick with large blue eyes as she slowly stroked it and brought me to full attention. That was as alluring as any old phantasms that flounced in my head. Visions of girls I had lusted after previously. Some which had even satiated that lust. Far to few in reality.


Looking back at the party now I have to shake my head in wonder. Not only did the usual suspects, from Helen's friend Eileen to Fred's younger sister Judy seem to be drawn to rubbing against me like cats in heat whenever Rene was otherwise occupied. Each young woman was generously blessed with large breasts and seemed to want to make the point that Rene was not. Where were such attentions when I went stag to these occasions? Even Helen was more touchy feely with me than ever, until she remembered herself with the aid of my fidelity to my best and oldest friend Fred. All this in spite of the chemical enhancements available at this party. I have done alright with women in the past, but on this night there were open invitations from places where doors had always been shuttered tight before.


So as I positioned myself behind Rene’s deliciously upraised heart shaped rump for a final multi-angled ravishing of the day her only comment was, "So are you going to fuck me into oblivious slumbers yet again tonight.”


“I shall do my best sweet Rene.” I said with firm resolve and impaled her again and again upon my rigid staff until that post coitus black curtain fell.



Friday, November 29, 2013

Fun House, Wherehouse, Their House / Nothing

November 29


Nothing.

Weeks of nothing. Calls into Annie's office were just that. Calls into Annie's office.

Deliveries to Ellen Joy's studio were just that. Deliveries to Ellen Joy's studio.

Even when Tasha leaned over my shipping desk in her flouncy disco dress late on a Friday requesting a rush shipment was only that and not a prelude to prepping Annie and Tasha for their night out on the town. Just a peek at Tasha's pert little breast to entice me to stay late and ship her special order out.

Then there was Rene. So busy doing her course work that I did nothing but speak with her over the phone.

Even Ms. Spain no longer teased and flirted with me nor called me her "Pumpkin" of late.  Perhaps it was my difficulty in meeting her eyes after my "Halloween Hallucination" as I now thought of it.

So it has been. Work. Catching glimpses of Tami's tiny tush swishing indifferently through the warehouse and me dolefully beating off to Liv Lindeland in those increasingly sticky Playboy magazine pages.

No red lines and only the belief that my dick seems bigger because I am so damn horny and haven't been laid in weeks linger from All Hallows Eve.

But that all changed last night. After the two Thanksgiving feasts. First with Rene and my family. Then over to Rene's parents home for round two. I am not ashamed to admit that while I was munching a turkey thigh as Rene's mother and father looked on approvingly my real thoughts were laser beamed between Rene's thighs.

Her teasing gropes to my crotch when mom and dad were preoccupied only encouraged me. Being downstairs in the family rumpus room where Rene's father fixed us each an after dinner drink even though we were only nineteen was unique. Considering the couch in the room was the scene of many of Rene and mine youthful explorations of each other. Fuel to my fires.

So when we settled into my coach house for the night and with each garment I removed from my dear Rene's slender frame my affection grew. As I removed her slight bra from her small breasts in the candle lit room her fully erect nipples beckoned my mouth to worship them with kisses and gentle suckling. As I smoothed her long straight blond hair over her shoulder my lips found her neck with gentle kisses. As I dropped to my knees to pull her panties to her ankles the scent of her sopping wet panties put me in full frenzy.

I pushed Rene across the bed and mounted her. The knees of her long legs found their usual place draped over my shoulders. But rather than pushing my new found length into her immediately I teased her flowing snatch with the tip only. Tiny pressures and circles causing her to breathe rapidly and her raspy voice begged me to fuck her. I rubbed her clit with the bottom of my pricks bulbous head. Rene moaned "Please. Please. Please," but still I teased until finally I pushed my full length into her flaming body. She was so tight that I had to use my full weight to enter her and she came. Oh how Rene came.

Then I ever so gently began a slow piston in and out of her pussy. Her pussy. I had longed for many years for her pussy. Her pussy whose sweet embrace I had missed these past weeks. My slow strokes felt every pulse and clutch as I slowly moved out .Then in again. She came again with a very unladylike "Ommph!" But still I pumped.

With each thrust I vowed that my days of being the boy toy of those older women at work were in the past. The summer was over. Now it was time to get serious. This incredible woman whom I had loved and grown with was too precious to risk over some spent bits of strange offered up in clandestine fucks in a warehouse office and makeshift artists studios. No more. Rene was too precious.

By the time I was furiously pounding into her and growling in my full focused lust on only Rene I could not tell if that was fear or pure orgasmic bliss in Rene's eyes.  But when I came. When I came harder. When I came hotter. When I came longer than ever before I felt all off me spurt not only deep in her cunt, but spill and slither up her spine to behind Rene's eyes to hear my gasping within Rene's ears until all went dark as I saw myself  fall forward sweating and heavy on top of her through her eyes.

Yes things were going to be different.

If only I could remember.

Thursday, November 7, 2013

Fun House, Wherehouse, Their House / Two Fingers Of Red

November 7

Three days at work and no reaction from Tami. Just her usual diffident self. 

I got in early the first day after the weekend and nosed around the shop. Nothing. Not a clue of anything out of the usual. 

I suppose I could read something into the fact that Annie has not had any "special projects" during or after work hours, but even that could mean nothing. Annie runs hot and cold and never acknowledges anything until she calls me into her office, locks the door behind me, and sets the tone of whether she wants to take charge or if it is my turn to show her what I really want to "that big arsed tit-less girl friend of mine." I suppose I could try to defend Rene, but I have found it more useful to channel that energy into fucking the hell out of Annie's curvy full grown woman's body. As Annie strips off my shirt she often comments how my muscles have grown while I sweat and furiously hump her rump spread out on her shop foreman's desk.

But nothing so far this week. Work has just been loading and unloading trucks. Not even a run to the aide of our freelance commercial artists Ellen Joy's studio.

Boy am I horny.

So when I got the call from Rene apologizing for not calling or seeing me since our drive in date my head spinning confusion set in full bore. To my disappointment Rene was buried in her studies at University so I would not see her until Friday, at the very earliest.

Now I am really horny and desperate.

So I showered and as drying off in front of the mirror I noticed improved my muscle tone, especially my arms and shoulders had filled out. No six pack but my stomach was flat and taut. As I admired myself like a Budgie in front of a mirror, there it was plain as day. That thin red line I had noticed where my cock's shaft met my abdomen was now the width of two fingers. But most noticeably my dick was definitely longer.

I tried to tell myself that it was just because I hadn't been laid in three days. Wait longer. I guess I had hallucinated or dreamed Rene's Sunday night appearance. The memory of which made my cock rise to full attention, even pointing up to the constellations I was so excited. I had to say to myself. "Well that is longer and thicker without a doubt."

I went to get a Playboy and chose the one with Liv Lindeland, my favorite for years and laid on my bed to try out my new expanding attraction. But with the first stroke I felt that sting again encircle shaft and below the sack, but I persisted and showing no restraint or thought of delay quickly spurted a thick and lumpy load of cum high into the air slathering myself and my covers alike. I did not even bother to clean up. Imagining I was just sleeping in the post fucking wet spot I went deep asleep.

There was Robin. She was the Mr. Fix-it at the shop. Robin was a very masculine average sized woman. Short cropped hair, broad shoulders, thin hips, no tits, with the most guy like walk I had ever seen on a woman. Robin could fix anything. I had watched closely as I handed her the tools she needed as she fixed machines quickly and creatively. We worked well together and I liked her a lot.Colleagues and though I did not find her particularly attractive I would sometime admire her small butt as she wrenched away on various machines. She on the other hand seemed to like me, but emanated not the slightest of sexual energy around me. I had my hands full at this place of business already, but being nineteen I would imagine what would be  willing try out the bedding of all sorts of women.

But the dream of a naked Robin above tugging and pulling on my cock, not in a stroking hand job kind of way, but in the manner I have seen her removing a heavy machine part woke me with a start and in a cold sweat. Upon the moment of waking I though I saw someone else lying on their stomach looking into my eyes. I think I recognize her. But as I came into this realm, she dissipated into the dream world along with Robin. But the sensation of Robin's strong hands pulling on me lingered a bit longer while I wondered why Donna made her brief appearance in this latest "flashback" .



Monday, November 4, 2013

Fun House, Wherehouse, Their House / Do Respect Her Butt

November 4


I planned to do nothing but get up to change channels on the TV and adjust the rabbit ears for better reception, Nothing beats NFL football on a chilly autumn Sunday.

No dreams, no regrets, just the fond memories of Rene's blond hair spread over the black leather seats of the Bonneville.  Mouth open and grunting in unison with each thrust. My hands holding her glorious full round ass cheeks and spreading them wider with each thrust into her cunt. When my fingers slowly worked into her as well, spreading her flowing fount of sweet juice around that sweet stretched area between her pussy and her butt hole. She moaned her loud and rousing approval. When my index finger, slick from her started to gently prod her anus she looked up a bit surprised through glassy yet trusting eyes. As I gently worked my finger up her rear her initial alarm morphed smoothly into passion and she quickly came her glorious ass swallowing my finger all the way up to the second knuckle giving us both shattering climaxes. I lowered my self and ran my tongue over each of her taut erect nipples in turn which led to a heavy exhale of breath from beneath Rene's small round breasts.  But when I stayed hard and continued pumping in to her gloriously cushioned quim bringing her to another and then one more soul withering spurting orgasm our joined rivers of lust formed a puddle on the now slick black leather automobile seats. She exhaled her pet name for me, "Oh Pooh" and drew me close to her lovely tits and I enjoyed each shake and shimmy of her full  five foot nine blond on blond frame.

The telephone rang. I went and answered it. It was Rene.

She said she was taking a break from her homework. She said she wanted to make sure I did not think she was angry. As she put it, "I really loved those thingy's you were doing with your tongue, you know down there, and I mean, nobody has ever made me explode like that....." Silence. I know, or at least suspected she had been with other guy's as I assume she suspected I had been with other girls. But we really don't admit it or openly flaunt it. Like I said . We don't talk about sex much. I let it pass and Rene went on. " I don't know if that was something you read in Penthouse Forum or where you learned that stuff, But . Well. You know.  I;m just not sure. Like I said, well. I took a break and wanted to let you know well.  Can I come over latter tonight after I'm done with homework. This load of work from the University would bury me if I let it"

"Sure," I agreed not sure exactly what her aim was. But I said I would see her then.

I had to smile at how she talked about things concerning sex. We were each others first time and have been together a couple years now. But this past summer considering my dealing with Annie, the shop foreman, I had learned that women can be quit direct and crude in their language.  Or at least when dealing with younger subordinates on the job. Annie had "special projects" for me after business hours. Those were usually concerts of her instructions and ejaculations with her legs spread, her feet on her desk with me under her skirt.to "lick that pussy, fucky me fuck me you dirty boy, Now, stick your tongue up my ass fuckfuckfuckfuck. pinch my nipples now. Faster harder Faster harder, I am not a bleedin' porcelain doll." Annie was not shy about what she wanted. Her obscenity concerts always ending with her taking a bow so she could "lick myself off that lovely prick Dearie and taste that luscious seed of your."

Annie was not from around here. She was from Cardiff.

Later last night there was a knock on my door. Rene entered , closed the door behind her, took my hand and led me into the bedroom. Fortuitously I was only wearing a robe which Rene dispatched
with almost as much haste as she dispatched her own clothing. She pushed me back on the bed unceremoniously. I was incredibly hard and she gave my cock an approving glance and then slowly slipped her fiery wet snatch over the head of my cock and began bucking her hips hard and fast till the room filled with the sound of one butt clapping. My god her snatch was on fire. She had never felt this hot before. I reached up and for just a moment I thought her breasts seemed a little bigger and the nipples not as pronounced and pookey. Just as we came in a fiery gush of jizz and quim I had a brief flash of Annie throwing open the shop doors at work, looking like Elvira of TV Land fame saying. "There you two are. I thought you would never get here." Silhouetting her incredibly curvy black sheer garment clad frame was the candle lit workshop from my Halloween phantasm.

Through the flaming sticky froth spewing forth from my twitching cock into Rene's boiling twat I watched her rise. Through blurred eyes I watched as she dressed and left the room. Momentarily I though I caught a glimpse of Tasha exiting my room instead.

Was that a tail trailing behind?

Out like I light I went.

Sunday, November 3, 2013

Fun House, Wherehouse, Their House / Dive In Drive In

November 3


The phone rang and woke me up. It was Tami chattering away about the good time she had at the concert Halloween night, how her friends liked me, loved the Bonneville. Said it was like a party on wheels. "Two couches with a V-8"  I believe the phrase was. Said we have to go to a concert again sometime. No mention of the after concert .

I said I had tried to call her yesterday but got no reply. Tami just kept chattering on about the concert. I began saying something about when we got back to pick up her car and Tami busted in saying, "Oh, that was cute how you waited for me to start my car and make sure I left that parking lot safe. My Protector! That lot always creeps me out . It is so dark back there and I worry who might be lurking. That was soooooo sweeeet of you."

I was speechless, my mouth was dry, I barely got the words out as I stammered, "I guess I got a little higher than I had thought at the concert."

"Oh nonsense, you were fine. Gotta go, Shopping with Tasha this afternoon. Just wanted to let you know how much I enjoyed our evening together. Let's do it again. Byyyyeee!"

I heard the phone click and just held the receiver to my ear without moving and let the silence soak in.

Tasha, the late twenty something new sales rep at work. A force of nature. Flowing skirts or tight jeans depending on her leads for the day. Always nice to us shipping grunts. She knows how to expedite things through a shipping department headed by a randy nineteen year old and his minions.

Annie either loves her or hates her.I have not gotten a handle on their relationship yet. But Tasha and Tami formed a friendship almost immediately.

I'll leave office politics for another time. The second thought provoking event of the day was to come. 

The drive-in with Rene.

Rene and I had shared the path of sexual awakening together. From kissing, to making out, to full body city park wrestling. We traveled from light, heavy, intense, to full tilt petting. Threw ourselves into the oral, but does it count as having sex, sex explorations until our final full immersion bang sessions. All this in family basements, forest preserves, parties, friends parents bedroom and of course, The Drive In Movies.

We had grown together. Experimented together. Now that I had my own place our sessions were slowly moving into a more comfortable realm with out the constant threat of discovery, but still our love making was of the mild, rather than the wilder variety.

We drove in Bonneville to our favorite Drive In. The one with the heaters that you hung from the car windows along with the horrible speakers. We went for some post Halloween bad drive in horror flicks.

Not really.

Rene's straight blond hair hung in the flickering light framing her button nose and high French cheek bones.Her silhouette was the stuff of dreams. She was a head turner by every stretch of the imagination.  I hung my arm around her shoulder and slipped my hand under her button down shirt which she had worn bra-less for the drive in. I teased the firm erect nipple on her small breast with my fingers as I drove. With the aide of the nippy autumn weather it was straining with tenderness and I had Rene's full attention by the time we found our space between two poles. The Bonneville easily filled two spaces giving us two bad speakers and two luscious heaters for the chilled November night.

The movie was bad, so our snuggling intensified quickly. At nineteen years old our conversations about sex were non existent. It was all one caress leads to another. Rene had worn a simple skirt. Short. But not too short and my hands were soon roving up her strong white thighs and under her skirt. I found my nipple ploy had worked its magic. She was sopping. Usually I am not the first to take the trip way down under, but my mouth was pulled between her legs as if compelled.

I also knew exactly where to tease, where to lick, and where to suck as if some secret formula had been revealed. Like a curtain had drawn back giving me ancient knowledge of how to eat pussy like a pro.

Rene was beside herself and instead of gasps and heavy breathing she was absolutely twitching and almost shrieking in delight.

But most astounding was the sensations I was having. It was like not only did I know what would feel and set her a flame further, it was as if  I was actually experiencing my tongue as it slid through the folds of her pink curtain and my cock grew in sympatico with her clit. When she came again for the, I know not what time, I knew it was time.

I mounted my tender Rene and did things to her that we had never done before. Our love making had always been of the tender, young lovers variety but tonight I unleashed things that I had learned from the older wiser woman of my work place. In the Bonneville that evening she got the full Ellen Joy treatment.

As Rene's young body quivered and received the pleasures usually reserved for the more mature and experienced gratefully, her sharp mind raised the questions on the cuddling drive home.

"That was different," she said. "I am not sure where you learned that. I almost felt like a piece of meat at times. I am not sure if I liked it."

I asked her if she would like to spend the night at my place so we could talk. Talking was really the last thing I wanted to do. I was thinking the session could continue much more unencumbered in the coach house I was now renting."

Rene declined. I think she knew talking was not on my mind. Her erect nipples and flushed neck and chest also meant talking was not on hers either, but her steely intellect told her enough for one night. Her analytically brain had much to process.

So home she went, and into the dark night did I.

I did go home, but first I took a discreet drive by Tami's. No car. No Tami.

Home alone.


Saturday, November 2, 2013

Fun House, Wherehouse, Their House / Nobody Answered

November 2


I called Tami a couple of times today. No answer. I was starting to get concerned.  I had no recollection of getting her home, or even how I got home Halloween. I even went so far as to drive by work once I was able to move and get dressed. Her car was not there, which was good. I guess. I know she took the day off after our concert night out as well. I never would have thought I needed a whole day to recover from some musical fun. I had not expected the end of the evening to turn out as it did. If only I could remember.

It had been a tough recovery day, if indeed I was recovering. Images and strange sensations flowed over me at the most inopportune times. As I flopped around feeling both extremely drained and extremely horny I realized I had an excellent real life vision to whack off to. I now had kissed Tami, seen her wonderful little body stretched out in candle light. Glimpsed a shimmer of moisture between her toned and tanned thighs as they spread out below me and invited me in.

My cock sprang up as my hand reached down and my fist encircled its throbbing shaft. But instead of pleasure I felt an ache at the base of my cock which spread to encircle the base of the ball sack as well. Quickly the pleasure that the naked vision of Tami and the fantasy of her legs wrapped around me tight gave in to the pain pulling my prick was causing and I stopped. Flaccid and as spent as I usually felt after a night at the drive in theater with Rene.

I sat up and peered dolefully down at my failed erection. I noted what seemed like a thin red line, not bloody, but an irritation running where the shaft met abdomen. I was concerned, but feeling as all invincible nineteen year olds feel. Also since I could not remember clearly the night before exertions I figured it would go away.

Well, since Tami was not answering her phone I called Rene to see what we were doing Saturday night. We did not see each other much during the week, She was a Freshman at DePaul University and quite immersed in her studies. I, being a drop out for this semester only, was instead working to cover the tuition of the coming year. At least that is the plan, though Rene rags me to no end about not being in school now, no matter what.

Thinking about Saturday night with Rene made me hard again and I instinctively started stroking my raised prick with visions of Rene's big bottom spreading out on the leather Bonneville seats as I pummeled her from all possible angles as she sighed and gasped in her Rene way. I stroked through the pain until the uncanny impression of furry haunches on my thighs and a tail caressing my legs interrupted my masturbatory sojourn into Rene. 

I gave up rubbing one out and fell into a fitful sleep.



Friday, November 1, 2013

Fun House, Wherehouse, Their House / The New Barbarians

November 1


Of all my nineteen years, last night was the strangest Halloween ever. As my brain reels from memories lost, repressed, or other. Only one question roils through my brain:

How did I end up in Spain when all I really wanted was to be in Tami?

 Tami finally said yes and we went to a concert last night. Sure it was with her two friends Jo Jo and Maryann and there two friends, Ralph and Joe. But after a whole summer of leering at her tiny little frame as she would pass through the warehouse where I worked, her delivering papers to the shop from the front office where she worked finally paid off.

She had to be the smallest, yet perfectly femininely proportioned, woman I had ever seen. Frizzy shoulder length hair, two perfectly firm and round breasts just right for her frame, and the roundest, smallest keyster I had ever viewed, often clad in tight jeans with a large star detail etched in denim on each buttock. Oh, the possibilities I imagined as she would swish through the warehouse en-route to Annie's office.

We had taken my huge Pontiac Bonneville so we all could go to the Cow Palace to see the New Barbarians. We had some apple wine. Tami being twenty one had bought, I and others had brought the dope and we had rocked out with Uncle Keith. Of course he was on stage, we were not.

I had dropped everyone at home and driven Tami back to work so she could pick up her car. She had keys and said she had to get something inside and wanted me to come in. Something about Halloween and all and then things just broke weird and foggy.

There was a flickering light coming from the shop. Candles were laid out on the big production table, lighting only the table and leaving the rest of the shop and it's machines in murky shadows. 

The usually distant and standoffish Tami took my hand and using stools as stairs we climbed to the center of the candle ringed table. She wrapped her arms around the back of my neck, puller herself up on her tip toes and kissed me as I had longed for her kiss these many months. I was lost. Up was down, right was left, and there was rustling in the shadows and I did not care.

Tami was naked, on her back, legs spread, arms reaching up toward me, beckoning me to mount her. As I fell towards her I perceived it as falling up. As my hands found the svelte Tami I perceived mounds and ripples of flesh. Huge encasing thighs and I was immersed in a mountain of flesh.

But it was all so soft, warm wet and inviting I entered deeper than I have ever gone before. Deeper than my dear tiny Tami could have endured on first thrust.

Because below me now I saw the thick lipped, heavily jowled  fleshly framed and many chinned Ms. Spain. Office manger, largest and sweetest woman I had ever seen. Called me her Pumpkin when ever I delivered things to her office. I was pumping in her now, her hands guiding me as I merrily bounced upon her abundance. I was loving it. All of her. The scent of her was sending me to raptures I had ever known. Her voluminous flesh fold delighted me to oblivion. 

I was hearing other things though. Moans from the murky shadow. Catching fleeting glimpses off cowled and robed forms in various stages of disarray and undress,

When I awoke, here, alone in my bed, my hips were still thrusting and grinding to the sounds of Spain's siren song.

I must work through and remember. It is just flashes. I must piece what transpired for my own sanity.

But now. 

Sleep

Thursday, July 4, 2013

Leona Lights Up The Sky... Two Hundred and One Years Later

I lay in the dark staring out over the night waters of Lake Michigan through the floor to ceiling high rise windows with the blinds pulled up for an unobstructed view. No other buildings were as high as mine giving me a panorama of the sky and water. I had the windows as open as was possible in such a building. They let in enough of a breeze and the sounds from the park below. I was fresh and clean from my shower and I heard the water being shut off as Leona finished hers. We had been out together all morning and locked in sweaty embraces all afternoon. After all it was the 4th of July and it was hot in Chicago.

But the cool breeze blew across the lake and sent the first strains of The Overture through my windows. Sure they were using violins, but I knew this piece intimately so I heard the choral voices in my head. As if on cue Leona strolled in front of the windows. She was a short full figured red head. What a red head indeed. White on white skin, pink on pink nipples, and the longest, straightest, reddest hair I ever gripped while holding on for dear life and limb. Her tits were soft and huge, her belly round but still with an impossibly waspish waste which would flair out perfectly to a curvy and succulent bottom and hips only tapering again into the milkiest and whitest thighs I had ever feasted between. The red lip stick and nails were festive celebrations of her pallor and femininity. Not to mention a fitting nod to our countries flag. So with white skin, red hair and nails, I did what I could do to fuck her blue all afternoon. When I had risen for my shower I felt I had accomplished that task leaving Leona on the black satin sheets still gasping after her last spine wrenching orgasm. Now she posed with a sheer black wrap which did nothing to hide her curves in the back light from the evening windows and lightless room as the orchestra played it’s introduction. But on a tympani hit Leona turned her attentions to me.

With the end of the choral intro as the gentle oboe sang in it’s clear voice over the opening orchestral overture interlude I watched as Leona let her robe fall to the floor leaving her luminescent alabaster skin shinning in the darkness. I marveled at the outside curves of her full and womanly tits as the light peeked through the gap betwixt her milky thighs leaving a glow were I had frolicked in heaven all afternoon long.  Although she had cum numerous times, I had not spewed once, yet had shuddered the shudder of the dry prolonging orgasm. But my balls were tender from the effort. Perhaps in better light they might have a blue hue of their own.  But as Leona mounted the bed, first with one soft and shapely knee, only to be followed by the next my eyes were glued to the round full mounds of delight as they dangled and swayed while Leona slowly crawled between my thighs, lifted my knees, and spread my legs apart with her arms to gain access to my still extremely hard and somewhat sore prick now fragrant from the scented soap of my shower. The music changed again to a snare drum military theme as Leona's red red finger nails encircled my cock in her soft steam softened hands.

There it was . The oh so recognizable theme from the master Peter Ilyich ringing up from the park orchestra below as Leona began the slow rhythmic stroke up and down my length. Not just with hand or wrist for this delight in red. Leona was using her knees and raising her full body up and down in a titillating simulated fuck with just her fist giving me the friction stroke with the visual tit bounce she was made for. I remember thinking on our first meeting years before that she was too hefty a young lady and not my type. What a fool I was back then.

But then as the music built Leona reached for a scented tube of lube and with the movements of a world class conductor she began squirting the gel on my privates and flourished in time to the music as she smeared my schlong and thighs to full greased perfection. Then as the French theme from the music poured forth, she poured forth the lube on her massive ivory tits and rubbed them generously as the French theme covered her and the lube covered her breasts only to climax when she pulled me by my ankles down to the bottom of the bed, fell to her knees and with her hands pressed those globes around my cock and worked up and down in a manner that might even strike more fear in the French than the Russians had on the occasion this orchestral tribute celebrated. Leona’s tits worked my prick mercilessly. But still I maintained and did not come forth.

Then the gentle strains entered the music as I slowly was granted admittance between the full red painted lips of Leona's soft mouth and quivering tongue. Leona seemed to be vibrating at a high white frequency of desire as she began to gently suck my cock. Gently pulling, then exhaling causing the air pressure to force my throbbing member from between her lips only to suck me back in as her tongue worked its magic on me causing me some involuntary throbs. Leona quickly released me from her soft red lipped heaven and when satisfied she began a sort odd snake charmers dance in time and in mood with the new more oriental musical theme. Then again she hovered and shimmied before me with my dick in her capable and rhythmically wringing and stroking hands, smearing extra lube from below my balls to keep the steely shaft slick and throbbing under her Maestro’s touch.

Then again her tits surrounded my cock and she bounced her bounty furiously about them, only this time one of her well lubed fingers was introducing itself rather abruptly up my butt. With her long red fingernails I cannot say it was altogether pleasurable, but a certain price must be paid for such a glorious tit fucking.  I relaxed and enjoyed her soft tits flowing about me and ignored the rude red finger nail. There maybe blood, but good blood was flowing between me and my red headed alabaster goddess of the immaculately orchestrated fuck this Independence Day.

I could see the boats gathering out on Lake Michigan and noticed them taking final positions for the soon to cum fire works show. The music did it’s final tease of the full theme of the Overture and Leona was now stroking my prick in a reverent kneeling two handed praying position before me, much to the relief of my asshole. As the music became more agitated so did her strokes. She was being masterful in matching the cadences of this complex musical piece. When her lips parted over my cock for the final gentle violin interlude, Leona's soft suckling mouth surrounding my cock with blessed moisture and elation. It was as if the angels were playing their violins for me in the park below. As that movement slowly ended Leona's tongue was twirling gently on the tip of my dick which by now was throbbing, purple, sore, and about ready to explode. But Leona's grip on my balls gave me that pause to carry on through the cold Russian winter. I mean the hot Chicago July Fourth.

With the final call and response to the building themes of the 1812 Overture Leona’s head dropped to between thigh level putting her blue watering eyes on either side of my aching shaft. Her mouth was now in perfect position to take my balls into her mouth as her fists worked above stroking, stroking, and stroking as if marching in time to the dueling, then retreating armies portrayed in the music, with just enough clever woman added for her tongue to not only get under my balls but a momentary prod of my tender asshole with her much more pleasing tongue tip. With fists above and tongue below my female Maestro stroked in unison with the building marching military time.

Then just as a huge gob of cum issued in the air from out of the tip of my prick, lobbing it high in the air, the fireworks began outside in earnest for the finale of the 1812 Overture. As this huge gob of cum sailed in the air with the apartment lighting up from the fire work show on the lakefront Leona followed it with her eyes. When it slowly fell followed by my rapid fire barrage spurting heavily in time with each firework and musical beat, that first issue slowly fell and landed squarely on the tip of Leona nose splattering her face with my jizz to her delight and giggle. Our afternoon had paid off and I just kept spurting. One spasm for each explosion of pyrotechnics outside. Sometimes from my view a firework would blossom behind a wad of my cum reaching it’s apex causing it to flower in flaming release almost matching how it felt issuing from me. The afternoons conservation of cum was being released in four four time and splattering sheets, room, and Leona's fiery red hair in honor of the Russian wintertime defeat of Napoleons Army, The American Declaration of Independence, and beautiful buxom red heads everywhere.