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Michael has the cutest neighbor who lives just across the street. But Terri, the neighbor, has a huge problem. She wants to confess her crush to her close friend, but she just can’t gather enough courage to go through with it. That’s when Michael offers his help: a way for Terri to become connected in the way she so desires. The only thing that it will entail is for her to give up her mind, and her body, for Michael’s enjoyment, and while he’s at it, he also decides to throw in her friend, Stephanie, as an added benefit. Now, Michael has two bi-women at his disposal, and he knows exactly how to take care of them.

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I had been seeing Mark for three weeks, fucking him for two and a half, and obsessed with him through the entire affair. I couldn’t explain it then, and I have trouble explaining it now. Though I am now married and settled down, I would be lying if I said that my mind didn’t wander to him when I was alone with my thoughts and a glass of wine.

I always think of one particular instance, as a matter of fact. It’s an old favorite of mine. I liken it to when you go to the bar and you see all of those fancy bottles lined up, but you are really only looking for the one thing that you always have. There is some security in that drink. You take it in your hand and you let it hit your lips and it calms you right away. That is what Mark is for me. He is my drug. Even though I haven’t had him in ages, I always feel on the verge of relapse.

Going back to the once instance, it happened when we were hiking. He was an outdoorsman. I liked that. He didn’t spend all his time outside, but he knew what he was talking about. He knew about the different plants. He knew about how much water to drink. He knew what to bring to eat and to wear sunscreen. He would talk to me and look me straight in the eye, and he wouldn’t break eye contact until I did, so sometimes he would stop his sentence and we would stare at one another for a couple of moments. Those seconds would pass by and I could feel myself begin to pulse in my pants.

“Last year when I was still in school I would do this trail all the time,” Mark said.

“Oh yeah?” I said.

“Yeah, it was fun. You can drink a whole six-pack and really enjoy the view.”

“An entire six-pack, really?” I laughed while asking.

“Yeah, why not?”

“You gotta drive home after you hike down, you ass.”

“Well, the good thing about living out here is that there are bus lines about a mile down the road. So maybe not the entire sixer. Maybe you save one and keep it in your pocket for the walk down there.”

I laughed again. I felt my chest begin to flutter. I could feel it in my wrists. I could feel it behind my clit. Mark made me hover while I stepped. This wasn’t even an easy climb. I was sweating bullets and my mouth was dry. But my endorphins were firing. I couldn’t stop smiling.

The first time he fucked me it was magical. We were watching a movie on my couch and he kissed me in this way where I felt like he had sucked the breath out of my body. His lips touched mine and I melted into him. I climbed onto his lap and he picked me up into his arms. He carried me. I kissed him all over while he did. His lips. The tip of his nose. His eyelids. He placed me on the bed and ripped my clothing off of me. When he entered he stuck his entire length in me and held me close. He held me there and I squeezed him and when he took it out I begged him to put it back. He let his sword dangle against my clit, smiling down on me while I whimpered.

“Please, Mark, no, don’t do that. Put it back.”

“I kind of like the way you beg me.”

“No, Mark, come on.”

He placed his head just inside of me and froze himself there. He took his shaft in his hand and began to swirl it around in me and I couldn’t stand it. I wanted him back in. I wanted him filling me up again. I loved it. Why was he doing this? Why was he being such a tease? He knew I wanted this, right?

While these thoughts were flooding my brain he stuck himself inside of me. He demanded that I come for him, right then and there. I did as he asked. I didn’t even know it was possible to come that quick, but it is. The right circumstances would cause your body to do all sorts of things you wouldn’t expect.

It was like I had found the perfect harmony. Do you know that feeling when you snap two toy blocks together and they fit snug and firm? That is how Mark was with me. I would wake and grope him. I would wake to him groping me. He would enter the shower while I was in there and pull my hair and push me against the wall. He would call his friends and chat about football and I would take him in my mouth and try my best to get him off the line. I would climb into his lap and bounce on him. Nothing would stop us from it because it was all we wanted. It was all we thought about. I would sit at work and think about the moment I could clock out and let him take me and do whatever he wanted with me. I was captivated.

After a bit of hiking, we found a stone gazebo. There was no one else around. All over the bench and columns, you could see where kids had written different things over the years. There were crushed beer cans and cigarette butts. Mark brushed off a corner of one of the benches and motioned for me to sit. I did so as I looked him over.

There was this odd sensation that overtook me. To this day I haven’t had it with anyone, not even my husband. I looked at Mark and he took authority over me without even knowing it. Right then and there I had figured out that Mark was an experience, not just some random fuck. But I didn’t know exactly what it was, still. I had never been in love before. Was this it? Wouldn’t love be purer? This felt different than pure. This felt dirty. But I was starting to like the dirtiness.

“What?” Mark asked.

“What, what?”

“You’re staring. Something on my face?”

Mark turned his head so I could see his profile and gave a smirk. The setting sun hit his black bangs just right. He was more silhouette than human, but he looked gorgeous.

He picked up his water bottle and took a swig. He took a step towards me with it extended after he was finished.


“Yes,” I said.

I grabbed his shorts and pulled him close to me. When I grabbed him I was able to snag his underwear along with them so it was an easy transition for me to stick my hand into his boxers and begin to play with him. He let out a sigh as he spread his legs for me.

“What are you doing, Daniele?” he said. I loved it when he said my full name like that. Everyone calls me Dani, but he had this way of extending out the L sound that made my mouth water.

“Getting a drink,” I said. “That’s what you offered, right?”

Undoing his belt and fly took a couple of seconds. Once that was out of the way I jerked his pants so that they fell to the floor. I grabbed his ass and squeezed while I began to nuzzle his penis with my nose and cheek.

“And what if someone comes?” he asked.

“I don’t care,” I said. I kissed him on the helmet and I heard his breathing change.

That’s when I started. No hands at all. Not at first. I let him travel to my mouth on his own. I used my tongue solely to guide him and then let him touch and spill out of my lips a few times. I placed little kisses too. Small ones that led me to his underside. When I felt my lips touch his wrinkles, though, I gave him a long lick from the bottom all the way to the top. Then, his head was left to rest in my lips while I slobbered over him.

Do you know what my favorite thing to do with Mark was? Having him down my throat. He was the perfect length. I could get so much of him in that my nose would mash against his base and I wouldn’t even feel like it was a challenge. I loved that. No choking or gagging, just the movements of his shaft while I let my tongue flow over him like lukewarm water. So that is what I did after a half minute or so. I took him down and he let out a groan and I held him there. My tongue found his balls and I let them rest there as I made tiny bobs with him completely inside.

When I pulled him out it was a mess. Nothing but spit everywhere. His cock shone in the waning sun, and I let it rub all over my face. I felt so hot right then. I could see on his face how he was almost there already. I fucking loved it. I loved having the control right then. He would let out small groans and curses to let me know he approved. I took the excess spit and played with it along his dick. I looked into his eyes while I spoke with him.

“This is my fucking cock,” I said. I began to go along him like a harmonica. “My cock. Fucking belongs to me now. I can have it whenever I want, right? I can just drain you whenever, huh? You know it’s true.”

I wanted THAT right then. I took him into my mouth and began to bob fast and hard. My right hand held his two testicles and after getting his cock nice and sloppy I switched and took both into my open gap. I hummed while dancing along his skin. He began to stutter and I placed his sword back between my jaws, my teeth lightly moving over him while I smiled before swallowing him again.

He came. He came so much I couldn’t hold it all in my mouth, and I fucking loved it. Thick gobs of it spurted out of my lips and coated him. Some fell on my shirt and neckline. Most collected along the top of him. It was almost like a river. I messily and greedily I smacked my lips and let it roll along my chin, playing with the small webs that formed between Mark and myself.

“My fucking cock, Mark. Mine. Allllll mine.”

“Yes, your cock Dani. Your cock.”

I let his head rest on my lips then, kissing him sweetly and rubbing my hand along him again while I look into his eyes and let him enjoy that while the sunset behind the mountain.

When It Finally Happens…

I felt foggy when Bree woke me up. I remember hearing her voice and not really recognizing what she said at first. Audible, but not clear. I took a half-second to look at my watch on the nightstand. It was 4:30 AM. I brushed back the blond curls that had fallen in front of my eyes as I looked to the side of the bed at my friend.

I had met Bree at work. We worked identical shifts, so we saw a lot of one another for the past few weeks. This particular night was a bit different than the previous ones. After our shift was over, Bree had come over to me while I cleaned the taps and wanted to know if I wanted to share a bottle with her. She pulled out a fifth of Vodka from out of her purse, her brown eyes sparkling under her blue bangs. There was a mischievous air around her while she smirked at me. I immediately said yes. Bree was the type of person who could make watching grass grow a fun time, but that wasn’t the only reason I had jumped at the chance to hang out with her.

A small reason that I hung out with Bree so much at work was due to the fact that I had been developing a crush on her over the past few weeks.

I had never really been too into women. I’ve had my curiosities, but typically a night on PornHub in the Lesbian section is enough for me to stay in my own lane and scratch those strange itches that pop up. But I would be lying if I said that Bree didn’t have some sort of hold over me. She was a lot smaller than I was. While I stood at 5’9, Bree was much smaller, once admitting that she only stood about 4’11 and weighed 120 pounds soaking wet. She was very petite, with long slim legs and breasts that were rarely encased in a bra. But she had an amazing ass that she would show off with shorts or the occasional fishnet stockings and a skirt.

“What’s wrong?” I asked. I wiped the sleep out of my eyes and sat up in bed. I tried not to stare at her while she stood next to me. She was wearing a long black band T-Shirt. I had never heard of the band.

“I can’t sleep,” she said. There was a sweetness to her voice, but there was also something else in there that I couldn’t quite put my finger on at that time.

“Oh, yeah,” I said. I peeled back the top comforter and motioned for her to sit down on the mattress. But instead of sitting there on the edge of the bed, she climbed right into the bed next to me and wrapped herself in my blankets.

I didn’t know what to say. For one, my brain was still booting up, still processing the information rather slowly. But also, I could feel the heat rising from my loins. I was unsure what was going to happen next, but my body knew what it really wanted.

I had been flirting with Bree the entire time we had been drinking that night. I would brush past her and make a point of our bodies touching if I got up to smoke a cigarette or go to the bathroom. When we sat in the Uber together on the way back to my place she had weaved her arm into mine and began to gently stroke my forearm. That gentle little motion from her tiny hands was enough to send my head spinning.

She seemed confused when I had made a bed for her on the sofa, but I honestly didn’t know what to do. I felt too nervous right then to make any move. So she snuggled up with my guest blankets and I went to bed feeling unfulfilled, but sane.

Now Bree had thrown a huge wrench into the entire thing. I could feel the warmth of her body as she began to wrap herself tighter. I laid down on my back and began to let my mind wander.

About five minutes passed before she moved. I could feel my folds becoming slick during that time. It was like I was expecting it, but at the same time, I was telling myself that I was crazy and being way too hopeful. But when she moved, I knew I had my answer to what was going to happen that night.

Her back was facing me while she was laying there, but when she moved she scooted into my body. I felt her ass press against me and I felt a jolt of passion and lust flow through my body. Her head turned and she looked at me while not moving her butt from my side.

“Sorry, I move around a lot when sleeping sometimes. I can’t help it.”

Then, she moved her hips and slid her ass up and down my waist, causing me to let out a tiny gasp while I laid there, trying not to scream from excitement.

“It’s okay,” I said. “I don’t mind.”

“Oh? Good. I was hoping so.”

Bree was pressing her ass hard against me now. I could hear her breathing, and it was short pants mixed with tiny whimpers.

Before I knew it she was turned around and her breasts were pressing against my shoulder through her thin shirt. It was then I remembered that she rarely wore bras, and I wanted to stick my hand between my own legs and take care of myself right there in front of her. But I didn’t. I just kept on staring at the ceiling, focusing on her tits while she pressed in further.

She looked up at me and bit her lip. I let my arm wrap around her and I held her while she placed her head on my shoulder and began to breathe into my neck. She rested there and each new hot burst of air made me feel like I was going to jump out of my skin.

“Sometimes I need to cuddle to fall asleep,” she said. She sounded so fucking sexy when she said it. Like a little bird chirping in the wind. She wrapped her legs around me and then her arms. She held me tight as her body clung to mine.

Her pussy was now on me. She was rubbing it against me, letting out small gasps as her forehead pressed into my chin. I had not noticed before, but Bree wasn’t wearing any panties under her shirt either. I could feel her lips kissing my thigh as she rubbed. I grit my teeth and hugged her tighter. She picked her face up to look at me and I leaned down and we kissed and I felt my world shatter. She felt so soft and tiny in my hands when I grabbed her face. She was so pretty. The way she moaned and melted into my grasp just made it all the more erotic.

My hands were under her shirt then. I felt her nipples first in my palms, and then they were between my fingers. I rotated around them, and she whimpered in my mouth. It was equally intoxicating and addicting hearing her moan like that. She let a burst of air out into my open gap and I let out a soft growl. I had never been with someone as small as Bree, and the way that she submitted to this all was enough to almost make me come right there.

Suddenly, she was under me. I had not even thought about it, really. I simply took hold of each of her thighs and I pulled her legs around my body. Then I flipped on top of her, grinding my pelvis into her wet clam, squeezing her nipples and releasing them. Her head was swaying around, and her eyes were clenched tightly shut. I placed my forehead against hers and she opened her eyes then, looking up at me and nodding her head, telling me silently that this is what she wanted. This was what she intended from the start.

“Yeah, you fucking like this, don’t you?” I said. I had gone over this moment numerous times in my head. It never played out like this. It was always a bit more romantic. I would profess to her over a glass of wine and some Netflix, or maybe while we were out dancing in the rain. Now that it was happening, it was nothing like those situations. But that didn’t bother me. The heat between us, the fire in our eyes and the lust in our bodies, that was what felt amazing at that point. I kissed Bree and didn’t want to pull away. I pressed my weight into her soaked slit and I wanted to stay that way forever. Every tiny reaction would just drive me further along.

I reached down and slipped off my underwear. Then I unclasped my bra. Bree followed, pulling her shift off in one motion and laying back. Her pale skin was covered in different tattoos over her body. I focused on a small blue bird over her left breast, a Charles Bukowski tribute, she had told me, and I slipped my right leg over hers, scissoring her between my legs. I had only seen this in the movies, but it was something I had also fantasized about quite a bit. I first thought it would be a little awkward, but as soon as I could feel Bree between my legs, it felt like heaven. I pushed into her softly, She opened her legs a bit wider and at the same time began to pull me in closer. I ground into her harder and we both began to pant and caress one another. Her voice came squeaking out and she began to beg me to rub her harder.

And I did. I started bucking my hips forward, fucking her harder. I could feel her mound against mine, and the more weight I pushed down into her the better it felt for me, and it seemed to do the same for her.

A sound came from her throat and she started jerking against me and then I felt my eyelids begin to close and my own orgasm came then. I grabbed ahold of her hair and jerked her head back while I looked into her eyes, looking into her while I used her to come. Her face contorted and we both screamed and thrashed as it overtook us. When we both were finished I slipped to the side of her and began to kiss her while pulling her in close to my chest.

We laid there without speaking for a couple of minutes. I kept thinking she was going to say something, but then she didn’t. I thought I should speak up then, but the moment had passed and it seemed like I had missed my chance. But she kept snuggling against me, and I realized that it didn’t matter if I said anything at all and that I should just enjoy this for what it was. I pulled her in close and held her there until I finally fell asleep.