Bored and horny, Amy left her apartment. She started walking the two blocks to Renee’s house. Amy would have preferred spending the evening with a man, but it was Monday and most of the clubs were closed. The walk was soothing; the evening enveloped her like a silk robe. Renee’s house was a cute little bungalow with a private back yard that was perfect for sitting outdoors on warm summer nights. Amy hoped that Renee would be home and interested in splitting a bottle of wine, gossiping, and maybe playing some cards. Amy reached the house at sunset. Though Renee’s car was parked down the driveway, the front rooms of the bungalow were dark. Amy let out a sigh of disappointment. It was possible that Renee had a date, but she hadn’t mentioned it. Amy walked down the driveway that ran alongside the house, hoping that Renee was in the back yard. She envisioned Renee eating dinner or reading a book, oblivious to everything around her. She looked over the fence. Ten feet away saw Renee standing in front of the bench seat, her skirt bunched up around her waist and bare ass showing. Amy decided against saying hi. Then she saw the hairy knees showing between Renee’s smooth legs.

“Oh Baby,” Ann heard Renee say. Amy ducked back so that she was hidden by a tall evergreen. Peeking over the fence, she watched. The hairy knees slid forward, and hairy man’s hands cupped Renee’s ass cheeks. Her friend pushed her hips forward and tossed her head back; Amy knew she was getting licked. Mesmerized, Amy felt her own pussy heat up as she watched. Renee grunted and moaned. She saw the man’s hands kneading her friend’s ass flesh, his fingers exploring the ravine between her cheeks. “Oh, Baby, yeah,” Renee said. Amy watched the man’s cock blossom; it went from semi-hard to fully erect and then became completely engorged. She swallowed hard. Oh to have a man that got hard while licking my pussy, she thought. She stared as her friend rotated her ass as the man licked her. Read more

For the past six years, ever since I’ve been certified to hunt, Tom and I would drive up to the cabin on the day after Thanksgiving and stay out until the following Tuesday. Sometimes we’d get ourselves a deer, sometimes we wouldn’t but that wasn’t hardly the point. As much as we both liked hunting, I think it was mostly just time for us to be together as brothers that was important. When Tom told me that his new wife Kate was coming along this year, it set me back a bit. Our cabin ain’t exactly what you’d call spacious or even close to modern. It’s just a ramshackle thing thrown together on a patch of woods. It wasn’t really built with womenfolk in mind. Heck, it didn’t even have indoor plumbing. We had to haul water in and haul ourselves out to the outhouse for relief. I figured a city girl would head back home after the first night, if not before. Looking back, I’m sure glad she didn’t.

We got up to the cabin at about one in the afternoon. I set up my stuff in the small storage room Tom and I built a few years ago. Well, actually we just put up a frame and nailed some mismatched boards on it just so we’d have a place to put our stuff without cluttering up the main room. This trip we’d just have to live with the clutter. It just didn’t feel right to sleep in the same room with Kate. Brought me some extra blankets knowing that I was sacrificing the warmth of the fire. Fortunately you can get some mild stretches of weather in the Carolinas in late November and we were in one but, better safe than sorry. Read more

Bonnie would have been our drummer even if she didn’t have the shed. The girl laid down a solid beat. Despite her cute young “earth mother” body, she was “one of the guys”, able to dish it out and take it during our frequent screaming matches. Her round face would get red under her long black hair. Her ample tits would bounce as she put her hands on hips, spread her sexy legs and stood her ground. At that time we were grabbing any work we could scrounge up but we dreamed of chart topping hits and worldwide tours while we fought to find our sound. I had written a song the previous night and was excited about it. Some songs take a lot of work. This one seemed like a gift from the music gods. I was so eager to play it for someone that I decided to pop by the shed two hours before we’d planned to rehearse. In my creative glow, it never even occurred to me that Bonnie might have other plans for the early afternoon. If I’d thought of it all, I would have called to let her know I was dropping by. Then again, had I called I would have missed out on an incredible experience.

The shed was a relic from the late 1950s. Bonnie’s grandfather had started building a fallout shelter not too far from their farmhouse. As Bonnie tells it, he ran into some financial troubles and never completed it. Bonnie’s father and a few friends took the half-completed shelter and turned it into the shed when they were in their teens. It was a strange structure. Over half of it was underground. The shed windows were like skylights and you had to walk downstairs from the door. But, it had electricity, running water, plenty of space, furniture and a good deal of natural soundproofing. It was a perfect place for struggling superstars-to-be to work out their licks. Using a shortcut through the woods, I walked to Bonnie’s place just carrying my guitar. My new song was packed in my guitar case. Passing by the shed, I glanced in a window on the chance that Bonnie might be there rather than in the house. Oh, she was there all right. Boy, was she ever! Read more

Dear Thom-Ass,

Face it Tom, you just gotta love your name! A little payback for introducing me to that new girl, Linda last year. Charming move, my boy. I remember it well, I’m reaching out my hand and my very best bud, Sir Thom-Ass speaketh so, “Linda, you’ve undoubtedly heard of Little John of Robin Hood fame. I’d like to introduce you to Little Dick.” Would have been a smooth move, if you hadn’t started laughing so hard that snot starting run out of your nose. Man, I just never forget that look of disgust on her face as she walked. Of course, I’ll also never forget that cute butt in the tight jeans strutting away from us. An ass to die for, I tell you. Here I am in hot and humid North Carolina. I won’t be going to college until next year. Planning to apply to State, UNC and East Carolina. It’s cheaper if you’re a resident and I guess that takes a year. Can’t believe you got to watch a couple screwing in the old cave. Shit, I remember we’d sometimes find used rubbers, but, man, to actually stumble across one being used. You’re a lucky son of a bitch, that’s all I can say. Sounds like the girl was hot! Man, I wish I’d been there to catch that action.

I did manage to luck out a bit on this side of the world. Jeannie’s room in this house is several doors down. Man, I miss my old door. The good old days of spying on my sister are over. A glorious era hath come to an end, Sir Thom-Ass, but grieve thee not. A new era hath been born on the roof of my present domicile. The air was sweet and warm. I escaped out my bedroom window and climbed a little up on the roof. I noticed a second floor light was on in the house next door so I crawled over to get a better look. The houses are kind of close together out here. I had a good view of a bureau, a closet door with a full-length mirror and the edge of a bed. I would have liked to see the whole bed and skip the bureau and closet, but I wasn’t in charge of designing the room, sad but true. Read more

Ed stood in the lobby of his apartment building slowly going through his mail. He flipped through the stack slowly, looking up between each piece to see if she was coming. She was 5F; at least that was her apartment number. He stalled with his mail to see if she would come in according to schedule. That she lived in 5F was perfect; it was perfect because her apartment was directly across the courtyard from his. Ed looked up one last time and in she strolled. The setting sun streamed through door giving her full figured, perfect size 18 body a complete halo. In her starched white nurses’ uniform, her luxurious auburn hair flowing over her shoulders, Ms. 5F looked like an angel. Unconsciously, Ed licked his lips. He pretended to look at his mail as he waited for her to stand close. As she opened her box, he inhaled deeply to catch a whiff of her intoxicating perfume.

She retrieved her mail, turned, and smiled. Ed smiled back. “Good evening.” He walked to the elevator and held the door. “Going up?” “Why thank you.” She had a faint but distinct southern accent. “You’re such a gentleman.” Ed grinned, “You’re too kind,” he replied. Too kind, he thought because in ten minutes when you unzip that tight uniform, peel off those thick, tight stockings and unfasten that heavy underwear, I’m going to be watching you. I’m going to be watching as you follow your daily ritual of walking around the apartment naked for five minutes before you turn on the TV in your bedroom and lie naked in the bed. By the time you start playing with yourself, Ed thought, I’ll be watching and stroking the salami. His imagination had his cockhead damp and straining against his jeans before the door even closed. In the close quarters of the elevator, Ed inhaled her fragrance again. This evening was going to be great, he thought, maybe even a two-fer. Seeing her, being close to her has me in the mood already. Read more

It was just supposed to be a short nap. I’d been working day and night to get the sets built for our upcoming production of Romeo and Juliet. We’re a small theatre group and can’t afford a whole lot of help. I’m pretty much the set designer, set builder, electrician, light man and utility infielder for this operation. For all the work, the pay isn’t much, but I love the theatre. Then again, as the other night shows, the side benefits can be pretty exciting. The cast had been going through rehearsals and most of the stuff I had to do involved using my hammer. We didn’t do Shakespeare all that often, preferring more modern stuff but Todd, the director had this weird idea of doing Romeo and Juliet in a beach setting. He said he was aiming for sort of a combo teen beach movie/Shakespeare thing. Weird stuff, if you ask me, but I’m not in charge. I just do the grunt work to keep the whole ball of string from unraveling.

I could tell before I opened my eyes that rehearsal was over. Figured I’d take a piss, make some coffee and try to get some work done. Then I heard the voices. Without seeing them I could tell it was the leads, Suzie and Ron. I moved behind a piece of scenery and confirmed with my eyes what my ears had heard. My ears hadn’t prepared me for what my eyes actually got to see. They were in their stage costumes, if you consider bathing suits costumes. His red Speedo was pressed against her dark blue, and rather small, bikini bottom. Their scripts were on the floor. Her bra was off, her cone shaped perky breasts mashed against his chest as she kissed him passionately. They were standing, their long, lean, young bodies squirming against each other, their hands exploring each other’s back and butt. Suzie’s Juliet knew exactly where Ron’s Romeo was, it was hard and urgently pressing up against her, only the thin stretchy fabric of their suits keeping them from contact. She was lightly moaning as they kissed and rubbed their bodies together, virtually dry humping standing up. My cock had hardened in my jeans. I wanted to pull it out but they were so close, I was afraid they would hear the zipper.

Suzie was kind enough to solve my problem. She broke off the kiss and took Ron’s hand. With a sweet, soft smile she led him a few steps away to where my sawhorse was sitting. I couldn’t quite make out what they were saying. They were quite a sight, both glorious looking blondes. Ron’s hair was cut short, he had the ideal surfer’s body, lean muscled and sleek. His cock was pressing hard against his Speedo as Suzie held his hand and talked to him. She was born to wear bikinis. Her smooth tanned body, the long, blonde hair cascading down her shoulders, her firm conical tits, and perky round butt made her the perfect California girl. She was like a tourism poster brought to life, though I’m not sure that even the California tourism people would have had her stripping off her bikini bottoms. But, sure enough, she took them off and laid them over my sawhorse. Ron followed her lead and also put his Speedo on the sawhorse. For a moment they just stood there admiring each others perfect bodies. Ron’s dick was standing tall and proud, pointing directly at Suzie’s ash blonde pubes. My dick was out of my jeans and in my hand, it felt hot and hard. I began to slowly stroke it as I lay there in the dark watching the naked lovers kiss again. It was a quick but deep kiss. Suzie then turned and put a hand on each piece of clothing on the sawhorse. I could see her in profile bending forward, her cute tits dandling a little as she stretched forward, spreading her legs. Oh my!

Ron came up behind her with his long, hard cock in this hand. He gently guided it in to her pussy and then slowly slid it into her. He paused a moment, about halfway in, and then slowly slid out, stopping with just the head still inside her. Suzie moaned as he slid forward again, this time driving his dick all the way into her. She was grinding her ass and cunt as he just held his hardness inside her for a few moments and then moved it out again slow and easy. That’s how I was stroking my dick, slow and easy. I didn’t want to get too far ahead of the action. This cock and pussy tease went on a few moments. Ron was grinning, Suzie was moaning, I was jerking off in the dark. All three of us seemed to be in no particular hurry. Suzie’s next command, however, destroyed that illusion. “C’mon Romeo, fuck me, fuck me hard!” she begged. Ron laughed for a moment as she then recited one of her lines from the play. “…therefore pardon me, and not impute this yielding to light love, which the dark night hath so discovered.”

Ron’s grin was ear to ear as he spoke the next lines. “Lady, by yonder blessed moon I swear, that tips of silver all these fruit-tree tops…” “Fuck them, fuck me hard, c’mon Romeo, shoot the moon!” Ron grabbed hold of her hips and complied. He began plunging his big cock in and out of her fast and deep. She groaned with pleasure and began fucking him back with equal vigor. Their bodies were slapping together loudly, Suzie’s firm butt slapping against Ron’s tight belly and thrusting crotch. I was beating my meat with long, quick strokes. I battled to stifle my heavy breathing. Their manic fucking was becoming even more intense, their breathing become ragged and Suzie had begun gasping and crying out her passion. “Oh, fuck me hard, good fuck, deeper, harder, oh….Ohhh…gonna cum, gonna…Ohhhhh guhhh uhhhhh!!!”

Her fingers were down by her clit and she was frantically rubbing away. The waves of orgasm must have crashed over her pretty hard. She almost knocked the sawhorse over. Ron was grunting and groaning. He pulled out of that hot cunt and stood behind her round, twitching ass, jerking off a few seconds before he came all over her backside. I shot my load watching their naked bodies spasm in orgasmic after shock. Suzie was grinning as she passed Ron his red Speedo. It took him a moment to realize why but soon began cleaning his cum off her adorable backside. The play might not work out too well but, at that moment, Romeo and Juliet were perfect.
The End
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