Smut With A Smirk

For once I was grateful for a Saturday morning rehearsal. It was the last week before the musical extravaganza opened this coming Friday. I was able to leave my hungover trio flopped around my coach house without complicating my love life further. Perhaps the long drought before my recent relationship made me insecure and unwilling to pass by the bounty of this theater season's harvest. Or more likely it is a young person's endocrine system thinking for his limbic system. All that aside with both Beverly and Joy being at this all day rehearsal my juggling act will get a workout. Since both women were stage crew they would be particularly busy on this last week of prep when so much has to come together at once.   Once backstage I was first greeted with a nod from Joy and no more. She was about her business flying scenery so with a nod back I had completed check in number one. Furtively. Beverly was another story. Greeted with a big hug and coming in for a bigger kiss a...

Late one night at Slammies, while I was living in an overcrowded emotional cul de sac, imagine my surprise to find Cathy leaning against the pool table right outside the Men’s Room door. Provocatively rolling the bright white cue ball in her hand, “A bit o stick?” she asks as a sly smile crosses her lips. I remembered that smile. Once upon a time we dated briefly and been lovers. Years before that we had clandestine make out sessions in my car at forest preserves when we both were involved with others. Hours of kissing and petting invested, this face was one I knew well. Now here we were together, closing time at Slammies. She was the bartender and the dim pool table light was the only illumination left glowing. The front neon beer lights were extinguished. The drinking lamps was no longer lit. Actually for once at closing neither was I, but I had stopped in here at the end of some complicated relations with a complex woman, who had offered up some amazingly straight forward opti...

I confess, I was in serious decompression mode from the events of the last year or two. I had lost everything but myself. But try as I could I couldn't shake me. Not only was I operating on a serious chill-axin deficit, I was in the throes of beloved withdrawal with no recourse but to keep my dear one in my thoughts, prayers, and dreams. Neither one of us had the space to share in our lives as we had once enjoyed. As had happened at certain points in my life, even though I now lived crosstown, I returned to the scene of, while not crimes, questionable choices and activities at best. That would be an understatement. Many inexplicably joyous moments. So much uncalled for and unnecessary hurt both inflicted and received within the corridor like walls of this once dive bar. Now reborn and expanded into twenty first century sports venue drinking and watching splendor.  Perhaps a bit disappointed with Reginald tending to the bar today without a JoJo in sight I was undeterred. Bu...

Ginger Chunks was ready for this holiday party. Her long red hair was silky and immaculately placed in such a way as to perfectly frame the vast expanses of cleavage. Highlighting boob where she had lovingly applied her foundation make-up well beyond what should be considered proper exposure for a company party. That vast area of alabaster curvy white flesh, hugged by astounding red hair, only interrupted by equally shocking red lips and green cat eyes. She was abundance personified and displayed for effect. In January she would be "Sadie  Sadie , old married lady". This night would be the final act in her long holiday tradition of being the effervescent and wild Ginger Chunks. "Look out men, cause I'm coming to get  ya ." she cooed softly to herself. Her red lips spread lasciviously at the thought. She had her list and she was checking it twice. All these men would be naughty on this winter's night.   "Or else," she added cryptically to h...

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I could hardly contain myself when our lips met shortly after the Reno retort. Each button on her simple white blouse gave a momentary explosion in my brain as each hole gave up it’s delicate disk. When all of the magnificent cups exuding their abundance of Joy were revealed I was nearly blinded but the whiteness and expanse of material that restrained her joyous tits. With her blouse open the soft fleshy mounds swelled over their cups. I laid kisses over the bare flesh above and even slipped my tongue to taste the salty cleavage were those two mounds of Joy met. My first taste of divine big tits was a foreshadowing of delights to come. My hands were roiled by her curves. The expanse of sweet soft breast flesh had my eyes and hands fixated. I ran my hands over and around those luscious orbs as they flowed with soft sweetness under my caresses. I had found the perfect parking space between two large station wagons on a short street that dead ended near one of the railroad em...

As I pressed her sturdy five foot ten Eastern European frame against the brick wall I made one more play . My hand slowly moved up the back of her skirt hoping for a satisfying grab of her perfectly toned behind while we were making out messily on the back exterior staircase of her apartment building. All Bwanna needed to do was shake her head no. I let her skirt fall and refocused on her sweet thin lips and the slightly glazed blue passion filled eyes peering through slit sparkly eyelids. Her pleasingly pointed nose teased my pug ugly  bulbous Irish schnoz as her tongue played a arpeggio in my mouth. In the distance a car horn was honking. But progress was being made here. Just because Reno and Joy had apparently consummated swiftly in my parked Bonneville while I was working on more retrospect prey than our lovely bundle of Joy had been this, or perhaps any evening, was no need for me to break focus. “I am not like Joy.” Bwanna quietly rasped in her first genera...

Shine On On entering my tiny coach house we made a brief stop at the ancient fridge. We each grabbed a cold Drewrys and Nanny led the way to the small room with the large floor flopped mattress that dominated the space. Only the large wooden console Hi Fi, turntable, and equally bulky speaker cabinet on the other side of the area added to the room’s decor. I put on side one of “Wish You Were Here” by Pink Floyd and watched approvingly as the Nanny sprawled out on the floor level mattress with her long legs splayed for comfort. Nanny had legs that made grown men burst into tears just watching her walk by, but here tonight with the silly knee socks of the nanny uniform she was like some Mary Poppins meets Catholic school girl mash-up. Her sipping a beer, limbs all akimbo, ensconced on my bed as the music rose had me set down my beer and drop slowly between her knees. My hand traced gently over her stocking top as she said, “If you are a good boy I’ll leave the socks on.” She knew ...

  Gina was not giving up the controls easily. So  Brittany  teased the head of me with her  pointed  little tongue. The side view of Brittany on all fours, her red hair obscuring my view of her tongues delicious work on and around my shaft with teasing little burrows into Gina's delicious furrows was sensation enough. I enjoyed Brittany's breast, which  held their pleasing round shape even with gravity tugging at them in her doggy position. Her tummy flat and rump raised would have made me wish for a  position  if her oral delights and Gina/s special clit friction had not made me moan out loud.   I closed my eyes in sweet satisfaction. When they opened again I found two shimmering faces poised behind my extra stiff self both teasing up and down the shaft with  flicking  licking tongues.  Gina's frizzy black hair a diaphonique veil when she took her turn working  mercilessly  down me until I felt the back of h...