One hot summer afternoon, after a sensual lovemaking session, my girlfriend Claudia confessed to me that she had never been with a man. Most lesbians were with men for a time before they discovered women, and I've always considered myself bisexual, so this came as a shock to me.nnI asked her if she had ever desired a man, and she said she desired them all the time, but she had always been content just being with women so it had never really come up. Gently, I broached the subject of a threesome. Would it be more comfortable for her if I was there with her for her first time? Shyly, she confided that she was hoping I'd make that offer.nnI had a man in mind right away. David was a divorcee who had been an occasional fling of mine when I was single. He was vasectomized, so there was no risk of pregnancy, and he was, although sensual, somewhat jaded about women, so there was no risk of him becoming attached. He also had a gentle but creative and adventurous sexual style.nnI told Claudia about him, and as I began to describe David's thin and muscular body, I could see her become visibly excited. She asked nervously how large his penis was, and I told her that it was average in length but very wide. She looked slightly nervous, but I reminded her that I had taken her with objects much larger, including dildoes and, on special occasion, my whole hand. She relaxed and began to tremble a bit, and she asked if I could call him right away and make plans for as soon as possible. nnMy arm did not need twisting. I reached for the phone beside the bed and called information. Moments later, the operator patched me through and he answered on the third ring. nnHis voice sounded shocked and pleased when he heard that it was me. He reminded me that it had been too long, and I explained that it was because I was in a relationship with a beautiful tall brunette named Claudia. I was not shy about what I wanted, and asked him right away if he had been tested recently and if he'd be interested in coming over sometime.

I woke up feeling horny and knew I had to get some cock in me.nnAfter doing all my chores, I showered, dressed and went out to one of the local cruising areas.nnIt was a nice warm day with blue skies. Perfect. My cock was twitching in my jeans at the prospect of getting some.nnIt was about 13:00hrs by the time I got there.nnI followed the path to the bottom of the slope where you can see trampled grass that lead into the bushes. nnI was only about 10 yards off the main path when I saw a figure in the distance.nnAs I got closer, I could see a slender guy with nice features, wearing a t-shirt, track suit bottoms and trainers. His hair was close cropped. He looked to be about 25 and a little rough round the edges. He had a nice Celtic tat on his right upper arm showing under the t-shirt sleeve. He was leaning up against a tree smoking. As I got closer he eyed me up and down. I was wearing my blue jeans, trainers and a t-shirt. My 7-inch cock bulged nicely in these jeans. He took his hand out of his pocket and started to cup his crotch. I didn't need any more of an invite. I walked straight up to him and put my hand over his and gave a squeezed. He took his hand away.

Even though I love my daughter more than I can begin to express, I finally had to admit that she was a slut. There was simply no other way to look at it. It was the truth. Somehow Tammy had gotten out of control and I couldn't get her back. When I tried to talk to her, reason with her, we usually got into an argument.nnShe started hanging out with the wrong crowd a couple of years ago shortly after her mother and I divorced. The people she'd befriended over the past few years are what I call social misfits that probably have a standing reservation at the local jailhouse. Her taste in clothing changed to provocative and skimpy skirts and blouses that revealed more than I thought was appropriate. She also began staying out until the early hours of the morning and sometimes didn't come home for two or three days.nnI could have blamed the divorce on Tammy's behavior but I know now that wasn't the case. The truth is, she and her mother seldom got along, so it had nothing to do with Susan. Before the divorce, Tammy had been daddy's little girl and I think that infuriated my wife. When Teresa did leave me for another man, my daughter opted to stay with me, which wasn't all that surprising.nnI looked at the clock over the fireplace: two o'clock in the morning. Tammy had left with some friends around five in the afternoon and had promised to be back at midnight. Now two hours had passed and no Tammy. To say the least, I was pissed. Unfortunately, at least in this particular situation, I had also had too much to drink. One lesson I've learned is that it's difficult to reason with my daughter when I'm anything less than sober, and four straight scotches weren't going to help me. But I no longer cared.

I was naked on the bed, waiting for the familiar sound of the lock to signal his arrival and when I heard it my heart pounded and a flutter of giddy excitement sent shivers down my spine. He walked in, saw me and smiled."Good boy" he said. He tossed off his shirt to reveal a slab of carefully sculpted muscles. "I got your text," I said. He eyed my erection, hard as steel resting against my stomach and nodded. "I see that," He said with a grin, and unbuttoned his jeans. He pulled his cock out of his boxers, semi-hard and beautiful. He climbed onto the bed and shifted on top of me so that the velvet skin of his tip rested against my lips and his balls pressed against my nose. I inhaled the scent of him and planted a dry, gentle kiss on the tip of his cock. I could feel it engorging against my lips, pressing downward, trying to break in. I resisted the urge to open my mouth and swallow him whole. That wasn\'t what he wanted just yet. As it lifted away from my lips he grabbed hold of it and drew it along my cheek, leaving a tingling trail of his heat. I sighed, my lips slightly parted, eager to feel his flesh between them but letting him play his game. He thrust his hips slightly, giving my mouth access to his balls. I started with kisses, listening to his breathing turn heavy and slow. I sent my tongue flicking against the soft curve of his scrotum and when he didn\'t say anything I knew it was safe to continue, so I began licking his balls in slow, sweet laps. He was shaved and smooth, slightly salty with his own sweat.His hands roamed freely over my body, occasionally making spine tingling passes over my penis that elicited a sharp gasp and a yearning spasm.

Andrea simply adored her father, it had been a very emotional and stressful time for them both after losing her mom in an horrendous auto accident when she was just 16 years old.Andrea Goes To College Ch. 01nnBut they learnt to cope and they grew so much closer as the months and years passed. Once she had finished school at eighteen she devoted herself to her father and looked after his every need including those of a sexual nature. nnThey didn't look alike whatsoever, her dad's skin was white and he was tall with dark hair, Andrea was a brown skinned beauty with jet-black hair that enhanced her stunning figure and she stood close to five feet six inches tall. I should explain that Andrea's late mom had been as black as the ace of spades and a former beauty queen in her younger years, even at forty three years old when she died, she had still turned heads on the street as she walked by. nnNow that Andrea had turned 20 years old she had been looking for a satisfactory college to continue her education and had finally agreed on one near Toronto, Canada. nnThe college of her choice offered everything in the area of subjects that she wanted to pursue. It also seemed to be the best choice that she could find that satisfied both her and daddy, as he would be footing the entire expense. nnWith the college being about a five-hour drive from her home in Michigan she would have to find suitable accommodations near the college, as commuting was totally out of the question. So once she had been accepted and her start date got very close then both her and daddy drove there again in his SUV. But this time loaded with Andrea's things as they spent the weekend looking around again for the second time this year, but this time for a small apartment for Andrea.nnDaddy grabbed newspapers and they checked out rental apartments, they made numerous calls but were either put off with the quality of the accommodation or the distance from the college. nn"Look daddy instead of just taking me home and bringing me back again next weekend why don't you check me into a motel near the college, you can stay the night and I can give you a good time. Don't forget, once I get into college after next weekend then I won't be there to give you head every time you need it or to look after any other needs. I have my bicycle in the back with all my things that I need and I can checkout places to rent. I'll try to find ones that are very close to the college and well within your budget. Maybe there's basement apartments or ones that's not advertised in the bigger newspapers, maybe they have advertisements in the college."nn"Well that maybe a good idea honey, you know what budget I've set and I'll give you a blank cheque or two, just in case, plus you have a credit card for emergencies. Then I'll be able to work overtime next Saturday if you've found a place and drive out here Sunday to see what you found.

The smell of coffee, fresh toast and music from the radio filled the air. It was morning and the bright rays of the sun shone onto the kitchen table. Just as the mist had lifted from the streets outside Katie slowly came to realise what had happened. The whole incident still felt unreal to her. She sat now at the table, a mug of steaming coffee in front of her and stared dead into its black content. Her husband was dressed in his usual suit he wore to his office and prepared some eggs on the stove. nnIt was a small kitchen in a small house. They didn't have had much money when they got married right after graduating from college. It was one nightmare for her. The baby, the house, the marriage and the life as a mother and housewife; it wasn't something she had planned for. nnHer now 4 year old daughter came screaming into the kitchen. The bacon and eggs sizzled, the music had given way to news, her husband was shouting and Katie just sat and continued to stare into her mug. nnThe white linoleum floor was covered with spots marking each one of her cooking experiments and the rampage her little kid caused from time to time. Crayon marks were all over the wall, bills and other paper work lay spread out on the small table that was set at the one end of the kitchen.nn"Katie?" her husband called her. But she didn't react. nnHer daughter pulled at her faded blue bathrobe.nn"Mommy! Pancooks??¦Pancooks.

All of the work we'd been doing was starting to pay off. After working in a cramped studio, Chris made a deal for a much larger facility. It would be in, of all places, a former bowling alley. It was 2 stories, built in the late 50's, and even had a private entrance. So we wouldn't have a repeat of the "Paris smuggling" that had been our ticket to the big time. Chris spent the next month supervising the design of the place. We made a nice deal to sell all the bowling gear (but saved one lane's worth for ourselves, how many photographers can boast of an in-studio bowling alley?) and gained a huge new workspace complete with upstairs offices.nnAs if all this wasn't exciting enough, Chris got a call that sent us in another direction.nn"Hey, Hollywood! What've you got planned for next month?"nn"Let me check my calendar," I said with a mouthful of bacon cheeseburger and looking at a blank desk "Gee, nothing."nn"Remember Chuck Tyler?" he saidnn"Tyler? Tyler? Oh yeah! He's the cheapskate who wouldn't let us ride to Vegas for the Tigress show." nnI was telling the truth. Chuck said there was no room on the private jet to Vegas for us, and THEN claimed the record company switched planes on him when we suddenly noticed the huge Gulfstream jet at the Vegas airport while we were flying home on a packed commercial flight.nn"Well, Chucky-boy is making up for it.

Note: This story is the fourth episode in a series entitled "April's Story". If you have not read the previous three episodes of this series, I encourage you do so before beginning this chapter.nnThis is a dominant wife humiliates submissive husband story. That is the kind of story I write. If you do not enjoy these types of stories, I strongly recommend that you look for something else to read.nn*nnPonce and I spent the afternoon together. We had a wonderful time. Our first stop was my dorm. The girls on the floor flocked to my room. Like Danny, Ponce was another heartthrob for many of the young women at Kelroy. nnI packed a gym bag with shorts, shoes, a sports bra, a t shirt, a towel, a bar of soap and clean underwear to put on after the game. nnAs we were leaving the dorm I turned to Ponce. "Every girl in this dormitory wants to go out with you. Just say the word and I'll start setting you up with dates." I poked him in the ribs. "If he wants to, my big boy could become a real pussyman." nnPonce blushed. For the rest of the afternoon, whenever we were alone I called him my "pussyman." nnOur next stop was the grill. Ponce bought a tuna fish sandwich and a Coke for both of us.