canu
12-16-2008, 06:03 AM
I am a "thirty-something" female, employed as a
programmer/analyst at a mid sized Atlanta firm. I married in
my early twenties, but after many troublesome years, my
husband and I parted ways about six months ago. This change
of life created a lot of havoc in my life. Fortunately, we
had no children, but I was now left alone for the first time
since I left home for college. I spent the first month
moping, and feeling sorry for myself. My husband took our
townhouse in the settlement, and I moved out to a remote
county. My aunt had a large property in the country with a
fully renovated cottage. The unit was on the far side of
their property, so I was able to maintain my privacy while
enjoying cheap rent.
I started to go out for lunch with some of the younger
girls from work, and they encouraged me to get on with my
life, but I was a hard sell. One good thing was, that they
got me signed up at a local Ladies Health Spa. The aerobics
classes helped work off some of the stress, while toning up
my figure. I have never been fat, but the years and
sedentary job had added some extra cushion to my five foot
six figure. After about four months of almost daily
workouts, I had dropped ten pounds, and my body had a new
found firmness. I have a rather slender build with medium
sized tits. Gravity had taken some toll on them over the
years, but they still stood proud, especially after I
started working out. My butt had started to spread and sag,
but the classes had tightened it up firmer than it had been
in college. I let my previously short hair grow out, and it
now reached to my shoulders. I have very dark hair, bright
green eyes, and a very fair complexion. At my new weight of
120 lb., I began to look very presentable. Although no
raving beauty, my face is attractive, although I always
thought that my nose was too pointy and my mouth too wide.
One of my friends showed me some new make up tricks, which
helped offset these features. I was beginning to feel that I
could hold my own against all the single women on the
market. I got horny quite often, but having been out of the
market for too long, I was still nervous about having a new
relationship htat might help satisfy my lust. My girlfriends
would often encourage me to have a one night stand, just to
get my yayas out, but no opportunity for this had yet
occurred.
I was driving home in my five year old Honda one night
near dusk. I had just come from the gym, and was wearing a
black T-back leotard, white tights, and had slipped on a
crop top T-shirt for the drive home. I was about halfway
home on a lonely back road, when I heard a terrible noise
from the back of the car. I pulled to the shoulder, and went
out to investigate. The problem was easily diagnosed, even
by mechanically ignorant me-I had a flat tire. Even though I
had never done it, my ex had made sure I knew the proper
procedure to change the flat. Cursing my bad luck, I opened
the trunk and began to search for the tools. When I got the
spare out and leaned it against the car, the bottom third
flattened out. I could not believe it! I was twenty miles
from nowhere, with two flat tires. "Now what?" I cried
aloud. I only had about a half hour of dimming light left
and the closest house was at least four or five miles back.
I knew that trying to walk anywhere was foolish, but I was
scared to stay in this desolate spot alone.
I slipped into my self-serving mode, and began to cry.
I kicked the flat tire, and hurt my toe on the rim. Now I
was feeling helpless and pissed. I sat on the open trunk,
and cried. Shortly, I heard an approaching vehicle, and I
looked up expectantly. A van passed me by, braked, and came
to a stop a short way down the road. I started to run to the
van, but tripped over the spare, and fell flat on my face in
the dirt. I was not badly hurt, but the fall did my ego no
good at all. As I pulled myself up, Two guys stepped out of
the van ahead. I looked down at myself. My tights were
ripped, and I was covered in dirt. The two approached me
smiling and asked if they could offer any assistance. I
started to answer, but, unexpectedly I broke into tears
instead. The two moved closer, and tried to comfort me. They
saw my predicament, and one of the boys assured me that this
was no problem for them.
I calmed down, and apologized to them for my outburst.
They assured me it was OK and they certainly understood my
concerns. They introduced themselves as Rick and Steve. I
replied that my name was Donna, and thanked them for
stopping. Rick started to get the jack and tools from the
trunk when I pointed out that the spare was flat as well.
Steve said that the spare from his van certainly would do no
good, but that he had a friend that worked at a service
station who he could convince to fix the tire tonight. I
thanked them profusely, and after removing the flat, we
secured my car. The station was about fifteen miles away,
and the guys suggested that it would be best if I went with
them. I weighed my options carefully. They boys appeared to
be very nice, and I certainly did not want to sit on the
side of the road alone, so I agreed to accompany them. Both
guys were in their early twenties and had the look of
outdoors laborers. They were dressed in cut off jeans and
tank tops that revealed their well muscled and tanned
torsos. We loaded my tires into their van, which was packed
full of tools and wood.
We all chatted casually on the drive to the station,
and I began to feel better about my situation. These two had
taken charge, and I started to feel very safe with the
masculine comfort. Steve had a great sense of humor, and
kept us in laughter all the way to the next town. When we
arrived, Steve was happy to see that his friend was working.
We all piled out of the van, and Steve's friend eyed me up
lustily. "Where'd you get the fox?" he asked his friend. I
was introduced to Jim, who stared directly at my tits as he
shook my hand. He appeared to be the same age as Steve and
Doug, but was much larger. His thick, defined muscles
indicated long hours in the gym. His muscles seemed to
ripple with every movement. Although he talked to his
friends, he kept eyeing me up. I looked down at myself, and
realized that the aerobics outfit did very little to hide my
body. The lycra fit like a second skin, and all my assets
were clearly outlined. Jim's eyes seemed to burn through the
outfit, devouring the succulent body beneath. I was
initially embarrassed by his stares, but soon relaxed and
began to feel flattered. It had been almost a year since I
had sex with anyone but my fingers, and Jim's lusty looks
were beginning to have an effect on my libido.
We all followed Jim to the garage, to repair my flats.
He commented that we had arrived just in time, as he was
shutting down for the night. I sat on a pile of tires and
admired the strength in Jim as he quickly started to work.
Doug sat next to me, watching, and I could smell his manly
scent. All three of these guys were a girl's wet dreams. All
were well built with tight buns and attractive faces. Jim
and Doug had dark hair and dark eyes. Steve was blond, and
the sun had bleached his light hair, and given him a deep
tan. I caught each of them admiring my body at various
times, and I wondered what they saw in a woman who was at
least a decade their senior. I was proud that I could create
attention in these young studs, and wondered what it would
be like to be with a muscle man like Jim. My ex had been
sort of a nerd, and none of my previous boyfriends, could
compared to these specimens in the least.
I asked to use the bathroom to clean up a bit. Jim
pointed to a door on the opposite side of the garage. The
room was filthy, but I used the sink to wash up as best as I
could. I got the dirt from under my ripped tights, and
cleaned the small cut my fall had left. I checked myself out
in the mirror. The little top I was wearing did little to
hide my tits, held tight by my leotard. The skin tight
outfit left nothing to the imagination. For an "older"
woman, I still had a pretty good body that I was proud could
still attract these young studs. My hair was pulled up on my
head, so I removed the pins, and let my dark locks fall down
around my face. I had no brush, so I just shook my hair out.
When I looked back in the mirror, I had a pretty wild look.
I smiled at the thoughts of teasing these young guys, and I
felt a stirring in my loins. I heard the guys laughing
loudly outside, but as I exited the bathroom they quickly
shut up. This made me self-conscious, since I imagined that
they were laughing at my helplessness. As I crossed the
garage to return to the tire area, three pairs of eyes were
glued to me. I asked them what was wrong. Jim replied, "It's
been a long time since such a hot babe has used our
facilities!" I scoffed at his statement. "I'm sure that you
guys have young girls falling at your feet all the time" I
quipped. Jim replied that young girls did nothing for him,
and he preferred "real" women. I blushed at the obvious
flirtation, but had no retort. Their comments warmed me
inside though, and I was feeling more than a little excited.
As his watch chimed the passing of the hour, Jim asked
Doug to shut off the outside lights, since it was closing
time. The parking lot went dark, and the only sign of life
was the lights in the repair bays. Jim finished with my
tires, and smiled at me. "All fixed" he declared. And since
you are so sweet, I'll give you a special discount. Only
five bucks per tire." At that instant, I realized that my
purse was locked up in the car. "Well" I stammered. "I left
everything in the car, and I don't have any money." I was
about to ask Steve or Doug for a loan until we got to my car
when Jim interrupted my thoughts. "If that's the case, I
guess we could always take it out in trade!" Demurely
looking down at the floor, I asked Jim what he meant-
certain of what was on his mind. "Well," Jim drawled, "I
haven't had a good woman for a couple of weeks, and I sure
wouldn't mind seeing what you're hiding under that tight
outfit." I looked at Doug and Steve for some help, but they
both seemed in agreement, and simply shrugged.
For the second time that night I had a tough decision
to make. All the attention I had been receiving had made me
feel very good. Jim's strength and confidence were a real
turn on. I hadn't had a man for far too long, and I was
feeling very horny. Jim prodded me along. "I'll crank up the
radio, and you do a little dance for us." he stated, more as
a command than a request. The thought of performing a
striptease for three strangers in a greasy garage was
totally foreign to me, but oddly exciting. I had no ride
home, and I realized that if I refused, these guys could
easily take from me anything they wanted. That fear was
strangely exciting as well. I lifted my head and gazed
deeply into Jim's dark eyes. The look of desire I saw there
mirrored my own internal feelings. His gaze was so intense,
and the power of his body made my knees feel weak. I truly
wanted to get naked and let this powerful young hunk have
his way with me. The lust in my loins won out over the logic
in my mind and I found myself saying, "Well, where's the
music!" Doug quickly closed the bay door, concealing us from
the road. Jim turned on a local pop station, and I started
to move to the music.
I swayed slowly to the music not sure how to begin. As
I saw the looks of desire in each of the boys, my moves
became instinctively more seductive. I ran my fingertips
lightly over my trim body, which set off a tingling all over
me. I became more excited and returned each man's gaze with
my own look of lust. I danced close to the trio, who were
watching me closely. I turned my back to them, and bent at
the waist. This pulled the T-back of my leo tightly into my
crack, sharply defining my tight buns. I heard groans from
the group behind me at my display. I reached behind me and
squeezed the firm buttocks as my audience groaned in
approval. When I again faced the trio, their looks of lust
fueled my actions. I pulled the crop top over my head. A bit
of cleavage was revealed by the tight leotard. I began to
strut my stuff, emboldened by the boys urging. I bent over
wiggling my ass in their faces, and felt two hands stroke my
tight buns. I twirled away, and slipped one shoulder out of
the tight top. This revealed even more of my full tits, and
it captured the attention of all watching. The other
shoulder was shrugged off, and the tight top was barely
covering my erect nipples. I moved closer to the three, and
released my breasts from their confines. The sight of my
bare tits was greeted by three gasps. Doug hissed "Jesus,
what a firm set!" I cupped the full flesh in my hands,
tweaking the taut nipples between my finger, bringing them
to full hardness. I was now completely turned on. I moved
away, and turned my back to them as I slid the leo down my
supple body. I knew that I was looking good, and that the
boys were going to have the real woman they desired. I also
knew that I was going to have the stud service that my year
of celibacy deserved. As I peeled the slick material over my
buns, I bent forward, thrusting the smooth globes their way.
I tossed the leo at Jim, and turned forward to reveal my
tight torso and full, firm breasts. My breast sagged
slightly from their weight, but still stuck out prominantly
from my chest. My three admirers cheered me on, and I
slipped my fingers into the waistband of my tights. I
slipped the smooth lycra over my trim hips, and slid them to
the floor. I tried to pull my shoes off, but lost my balance
doing so. My fall was stopped by Doug, who caught me in his
powerful arms. He pulled me to him, and gave me a long lusty
kiss. Our lips opened and we kissed sloppily in earnest. I
felt my shoes and tights being removed, as I was lifted
completely from the floor. Doug and I continued to suck
face, as I was carried into the station office by him and
Jim.
I was unceremoniously dumped onto a faux leather couch
in the station office. As I watched, the three young men
stripped off their clothes. I was soon surrounded by a sea
of male nakedness. Jim's muscles were sharply defined. Every
inch of skin appeared to be stretched over a molded, steel
frame. His body was completely shaved of hair, including his
crotch. Doug and Steve also had nice tight bodies. Steve was
slim and tall, looking like a cyclist while Doug was
shorter, with a broad hairy chest. I moved my eyes downward
to their cocks. Steve was sporting a firm hard on, that was
a good eight inches long and very thick. It stood straight
out from his body and seemed to be pointing right at me.
Doug was thickening, but not yet fully erect. His cock
arched from his body, curving downward. The head looked to
be the size of my fist, fleshy and broad. His balls were
bloated and covered in a thick mat of hair, like the rest of
his body. When my eyes found Jim's crotch, I let out an
involuntary gasp. I could not believe what I was seeing.
Jim's half hard dick hung almost halfway to his knees. I
shuddered at the thought of trying to fit that huge cock
inside me. My ex had an average, six inch cock, that was not
very thick. I was sure that I could never stretch enough to
accommodate Jim's enormous meat. I had heard the girls at
work talk about the big dicks they sometimes encountered,
but nobody had ever described anything like this to me.
Jim moved close and stood next to me by the couch. He
swung his huge cock at me saying, "I know that this is what
you really want!" I was entranced by the enormity of the big
tool in front of me. I hesitantly reached out for his cock.
My hand could not close all the way around the big shaft,
and it jumped as I caressed its length. I took the big cock
in both of my little hands, and hefted its bulk. The cock
felt like it weighed close to half a pound, and it began to
grow harder with my touch. "Suck my cock Donna" Jim ordered.
"You know you want it" I was trembling as I sat up and
guided the throbbing tool to my mouth. I was no prude, and
had sucked the cocks of most of the men I had been involved
with, but this was completely different. The enormity of
this young man's cock was almost frightening, but I couldn't
resist the opportunity to have it at my disposal. I opened
wide and took the head of Jim's monster into my mouth. He
tasted of manly sweat and the feel of his velvety dick head
on my tongue felt wonderful. I started to work my mouth over
the length of his big tool. My mouth was watering, and I
left slick trails all over his cock and balls. I took each
of his smooth, heavy balls between my lips, teasing them
with my flicking tongue. I slid my lips along the sides and
bottom of Jim, bringing him to full hardness. I looked up
him with my big green eyes, and murmured "You have a
beautiful, wonderful cock" before engulfing his hardness. I
slid his dick deep in my mouth, my lips stretched tightly
around the thick shaft.. When he hit the base of my throat,
I saw that I had taken only about a third of his member. I
worked on the big cock with my mouth and tongue, swabbing
the huge head, and caressing the turgid length with my full
lips.
programmer/analyst at a mid sized Atlanta firm. I married in
my early twenties, but after many troublesome years, my
husband and I parted ways about six months ago. This change
of life created a lot of havoc in my life. Fortunately, we
had no children, but I was now left alone for the first time
since I left home for college. I spent the first month
moping, and feeling sorry for myself. My husband took our
townhouse in the settlement, and I moved out to a remote
county. My aunt had a large property in the country with a
fully renovated cottage. The unit was on the far side of
their property, so I was able to maintain my privacy while
enjoying cheap rent.
I started to go out for lunch with some of the younger
girls from work, and they encouraged me to get on with my
life, but I was a hard sell. One good thing was, that they
got me signed up at a local Ladies Health Spa. The aerobics
classes helped work off some of the stress, while toning up
my figure. I have never been fat, but the years and
sedentary job had added some extra cushion to my five foot
six figure. After about four months of almost daily
workouts, I had dropped ten pounds, and my body had a new
found firmness. I have a rather slender build with medium
sized tits. Gravity had taken some toll on them over the
years, but they still stood proud, especially after I
started working out. My butt had started to spread and sag,
but the classes had tightened it up firmer than it had been
in college. I let my previously short hair grow out, and it
now reached to my shoulders. I have very dark hair, bright
green eyes, and a very fair complexion. At my new weight of
120 lb., I began to look very presentable. Although no
raving beauty, my face is attractive, although I always
thought that my nose was too pointy and my mouth too wide.
One of my friends showed me some new make up tricks, which
helped offset these features. I was beginning to feel that I
could hold my own against all the single women on the
market. I got horny quite often, but having been out of the
market for too long, I was still nervous about having a new
relationship htat might help satisfy my lust. My girlfriends
would often encourage me to have a one night stand, just to
get my yayas out, but no opportunity for this had yet
occurred.
I was driving home in my five year old Honda one night
near dusk. I had just come from the gym, and was wearing a
black T-back leotard, white tights, and had slipped on a
crop top T-shirt for the drive home. I was about halfway
home on a lonely back road, when I heard a terrible noise
from the back of the car. I pulled to the shoulder, and went
out to investigate. The problem was easily diagnosed, even
by mechanically ignorant me-I had a flat tire. Even though I
had never done it, my ex had made sure I knew the proper
procedure to change the flat. Cursing my bad luck, I opened
the trunk and began to search for the tools. When I got the
spare out and leaned it against the car, the bottom third
flattened out. I could not believe it! I was twenty miles
from nowhere, with two flat tires. "Now what?" I cried
aloud. I only had about a half hour of dimming light left
and the closest house was at least four or five miles back.
I knew that trying to walk anywhere was foolish, but I was
scared to stay in this desolate spot alone.
I slipped into my self-serving mode, and began to cry.
I kicked the flat tire, and hurt my toe on the rim. Now I
was feeling helpless and pissed. I sat on the open trunk,
and cried. Shortly, I heard an approaching vehicle, and I
looked up expectantly. A van passed me by, braked, and came
to a stop a short way down the road. I started to run to the
van, but tripped over the spare, and fell flat on my face in
the dirt. I was not badly hurt, but the fall did my ego no
good at all. As I pulled myself up, Two guys stepped out of
the van ahead. I looked down at myself. My tights were
ripped, and I was covered in dirt. The two approached me
smiling and asked if they could offer any assistance. I
started to answer, but, unexpectedly I broke into tears
instead. The two moved closer, and tried to comfort me. They
saw my predicament, and one of the boys assured me that this
was no problem for them.
I calmed down, and apologized to them for my outburst.
They assured me it was OK and they certainly understood my
concerns. They introduced themselves as Rick and Steve. I
replied that my name was Donna, and thanked them for
stopping. Rick started to get the jack and tools from the
trunk when I pointed out that the spare was flat as well.
Steve said that the spare from his van certainly would do no
good, but that he had a friend that worked at a service
station who he could convince to fix the tire tonight. I
thanked them profusely, and after removing the flat, we
secured my car. The station was about fifteen miles away,
and the guys suggested that it would be best if I went with
them. I weighed my options carefully. They boys appeared to
be very nice, and I certainly did not want to sit on the
side of the road alone, so I agreed to accompany them. Both
guys were in their early twenties and had the look of
outdoors laborers. They were dressed in cut off jeans and
tank tops that revealed their well muscled and tanned
torsos. We loaded my tires into their van, which was packed
full of tools and wood.
We all chatted casually on the drive to the station,
and I began to feel better about my situation. These two had
taken charge, and I started to feel very safe with the
masculine comfort. Steve had a great sense of humor, and
kept us in laughter all the way to the next town. When we
arrived, Steve was happy to see that his friend was working.
We all piled out of the van, and Steve's friend eyed me up
lustily. "Where'd you get the fox?" he asked his friend. I
was introduced to Jim, who stared directly at my tits as he
shook my hand. He appeared to be the same age as Steve and
Doug, but was much larger. His thick, defined muscles
indicated long hours in the gym. His muscles seemed to
ripple with every movement. Although he talked to his
friends, he kept eyeing me up. I looked down at myself, and
realized that the aerobics outfit did very little to hide my
body. The lycra fit like a second skin, and all my assets
were clearly outlined. Jim's eyes seemed to burn through the
outfit, devouring the succulent body beneath. I was
initially embarrassed by his stares, but soon relaxed and
began to feel flattered. It had been almost a year since I
had sex with anyone but my fingers, and Jim's lusty looks
were beginning to have an effect on my libido.
We all followed Jim to the garage, to repair my flats.
He commented that we had arrived just in time, as he was
shutting down for the night. I sat on a pile of tires and
admired the strength in Jim as he quickly started to work.
Doug sat next to me, watching, and I could smell his manly
scent. All three of these guys were a girl's wet dreams. All
were well built with tight buns and attractive faces. Jim
and Doug had dark hair and dark eyes. Steve was blond, and
the sun had bleached his light hair, and given him a deep
tan. I caught each of them admiring my body at various
times, and I wondered what they saw in a woman who was at
least a decade their senior. I was proud that I could create
attention in these young studs, and wondered what it would
be like to be with a muscle man like Jim. My ex had been
sort of a nerd, and none of my previous boyfriends, could
compared to these specimens in the least.
I asked to use the bathroom to clean up a bit. Jim
pointed to a door on the opposite side of the garage. The
room was filthy, but I used the sink to wash up as best as I
could. I got the dirt from under my ripped tights, and
cleaned the small cut my fall had left. I checked myself out
in the mirror. The little top I was wearing did little to
hide my tits, held tight by my leotard. The skin tight
outfit left nothing to the imagination. For an "older"
woman, I still had a pretty good body that I was proud could
still attract these young studs. My hair was pulled up on my
head, so I removed the pins, and let my dark locks fall down
around my face. I had no brush, so I just shook my hair out.
When I looked back in the mirror, I had a pretty wild look.
I smiled at the thoughts of teasing these young guys, and I
felt a stirring in my loins. I heard the guys laughing
loudly outside, but as I exited the bathroom they quickly
shut up. This made me self-conscious, since I imagined that
they were laughing at my helplessness. As I crossed the
garage to return to the tire area, three pairs of eyes were
glued to me. I asked them what was wrong. Jim replied, "It's
been a long time since such a hot babe has used our
facilities!" I scoffed at his statement. "I'm sure that you
guys have young girls falling at your feet all the time" I
quipped. Jim replied that young girls did nothing for him,
and he preferred "real" women. I blushed at the obvious
flirtation, but had no retort. Their comments warmed me
inside though, and I was feeling more than a little excited.
As his watch chimed the passing of the hour, Jim asked
Doug to shut off the outside lights, since it was closing
time. The parking lot went dark, and the only sign of life
was the lights in the repair bays. Jim finished with my
tires, and smiled at me. "All fixed" he declared. And since
you are so sweet, I'll give you a special discount. Only
five bucks per tire." At that instant, I realized that my
purse was locked up in the car. "Well" I stammered. "I left
everything in the car, and I don't have any money." I was
about to ask Steve or Doug for a loan until we got to my car
when Jim interrupted my thoughts. "If that's the case, I
guess we could always take it out in trade!" Demurely
looking down at the floor, I asked Jim what he meant-
certain of what was on his mind. "Well," Jim drawled, "I
haven't had a good woman for a couple of weeks, and I sure
wouldn't mind seeing what you're hiding under that tight
outfit." I looked at Doug and Steve for some help, but they
both seemed in agreement, and simply shrugged.
For the second time that night I had a tough decision
to make. All the attention I had been receiving had made me
feel very good. Jim's strength and confidence were a real
turn on. I hadn't had a man for far too long, and I was
feeling very horny. Jim prodded me along. "I'll crank up the
radio, and you do a little dance for us." he stated, more as
a command than a request. The thought of performing a
striptease for three strangers in a greasy garage was
totally foreign to me, but oddly exciting. I had no ride
home, and I realized that if I refused, these guys could
easily take from me anything they wanted. That fear was
strangely exciting as well. I lifted my head and gazed
deeply into Jim's dark eyes. The look of desire I saw there
mirrored my own internal feelings. His gaze was so intense,
and the power of his body made my knees feel weak. I truly
wanted to get naked and let this powerful young hunk have
his way with me. The lust in my loins won out over the logic
in my mind and I found myself saying, "Well, where's the
music!" Doug quickly closed the bay door, concealing us from
the road. Jim turned on a local pop station, and I started
to move to the music.
I swayed slowly to the music not sure how to begin. As
I saw the looks of desire in each of the boys, my moves
became instinctively more seductive. I ran my fingertips
lightly over my trim body, which set off a tingling all over
me. I became more excited and returned each man's gaze with
my own look of lust. I danced close to the trio, who were
watching me closely. I turned my back to them, and bent at
the waist. This pulled the T-back of my leo tightly into my
crack, sharply defining my tight buns. I heard groans from
the group behind me at my display. I reached behind me and
squeezed the firm buttocks as my audience groaned in
approval. When I again faced the trio, their looks of lust
fueled my actions. I pulled the crop top over my head. A bit
of cleavage was revealed by the tight leotard. I began to
strut my stuff, emboldened by the boys urging. I bent over
wiggling my ass in their faces, and felt two hands stroke my
tight buns. I twirled away, and slipped one shoulder out of
the tight top. This revealed even more of my full tits, and
it captured the attention of all watching. The other
shoulder was shrugged off, and the tight top was barely
covering my erect nipples. I moved closer to the three, and
released my breasts from their confines. The sight of my
bare tits was greeted by three gasps. Doug hissed "Jesus,
what a firm set!" I cupped the full flesh in my hands,
tweaking the taut nipples between my finger, bringing them
to full hardness. I was now completely turned on. I moved
away, and turned my back to them as I slid the leo down my
supple body. I knew that I was looking good, and that the
boys were going to have the real woman they desired. I also
knew that I was going to have the stud service that my year
of celibacy deserved. As I peeled the slick material over my
buns, I bent forward, thrusting the smooth globes their way.
I tossed the leo at Jim, and turned forward to reveal my
tight torso and full, firm breasts. My breast sagged
slightly from their weight, but still stuck out prominantly
from my chest. My three admirers cheered me on, and I
slipped my fingers into the waistband of my tights. I
slipped the smooth lycra over my trim hips, and slid them to
the floor. I tried to pull my shoes off, but lost my balance
doing so. My fall was stopped by Doug, who caught me in his
powerful arms. He pulled me to him, and gave me a long lusty
kiss. Our lips opened and we kissed sloppily in earnest. I
felt my shoes and tights being removed, as I was lifted
completely from the floor. Doug and I continued to suck
face, as I was carried into the station office by him and
Jim.
I was unceremoniously dumped onto a faux leather couch
in the station office. As I watched, the three young men
stripped off their clothes. I was soon surrounded by a sea
of male nakedness. Jim's muscles were sharply defined. Every
inch of skin appeared to be stretched over a molded, steel
frame. His body was completely shaved of hair, including his
crotch. Doug and Steve also had nice tight bodies. Steve was
slim and tall, looking like a cyclist while Doug was
shorter, with a broad hairy chest. I moved my eyes downward
to their cocks. Steve was sporting a firm hard on, that was
a good eight inches long and very thick. It stood straight
out from his body and seemed to be pointing right at me.
Doug was thickening, but not yet fully erect. His cock
arched from his body, curving downward. The head looked to
be the size of my fist, fleshy and broad. His balls were
bloated and covered in a thick mat of hair, like the rest of
his body. When my eyes found Jim's crotch, I let out an
involuntary gasp. I could not believe what I was seeing.
Jim's half hard dick hung almost halfway to his knees. I
shuddered at the thought of trying to fit that huge cock
inside me. My ex had an average, six inch cock, that was not
very thick. I was sure that I could never stretch enough to
accommodate Jim's enormous meat. I had heard the girls at
work talk about the big dicks they sometimes encountered,
but nobody had ever described anything like this to me.
Jim moved close and stood next to me by the couch. He
swung his huge cock at me saying, "I know that this is what
you really want!" I was entranced by the enormity of the big
tool in front of me. I hesitantly reached out for his cock.
My hand could not close all the way around the big shaft,
and it jumped as I caressed its length. I took the big cock
in both of my little hands, and hefted its bulk. The cock
felt like it weighed close to half a pound, and it began to
grow harder with my touch. "Suck my cock Donna" Jim ordered.
"You know you want it" I was trembling as I sat up and
guided the throbbing tool to my mouth. I was no prude, and
had sucked the cocks of most of the men I had been involved
with, but this was completely different. The enormity of
this young man's cock was almost frightening, but I couldn't
resist the opportunity to have it at my disposal. I opened
wide and took the head of Jim's monster into my mouth. He
tasted of manly sweat and the feel of his velvety dick head
on my tongue felt wonderful. I started to work my mouth over
the length of his big tool. My mouth was watering, and I
left slick trails all over his cock and balls. I took each
of his smooth, heavy balls between my lips, teasing them
with my flicking tongue. I slid my lips along the sides and
bottom of Jim, bringing him to full hardness. I looked up
him with my big green eyes, and murmured "You have a
beautiful, wonderful cock" before engulfing his hardness. I
slid his dick deep in my mouth, my lips stretched tightly
around the thick shaft.. When he hit the base of my throat,
I saw that I had taken only about a third of his member. I
worked on the big cock with my mouth and tongue, swabbing
the huge head, and caressing the turgid length with my full
lips.