Subject:     Sometimes Anyone Will Do
Story Codes: MF F-solo exhib oral adultery
Diary Date:  February 25, 2006
Author:      Kelly <pghpa_girl@yahoo.com>

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Summary
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After three weeks of nothing but my finger, I was horny as hell.  
Sometimes it doesn't matter who he so much as what he has between his 
legs.  It's amazing how easy it is to find someone willing to help a girl 
out!

Table of Contents
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   Chapter 1 – Horny Roommates
   Chapter 2 – Horny and Alone
   Chapter 3 – Trolling for Men
   Chapter 4 – A Married Man’s Issues
   Chapter 5 – Mark Gets His First Blowjob
   Chapter 6 – A Cheating Husband and Naughty Dad


Chapter 1 – Horny Roommates
===========================

Another Saturday morning – another morning for me to wake up feeling 
horny with nobody to help me, at least not in the way I really needed.  
It was now almost three weeks since I'd last been fucked and my pussy 
literally ached as I lay in bed wiping the sleep from my eyes.  God I 
couldn't believe how damn horny I was!  

So how did I get this way?  I guess before I go on a little explanation 
is in order.  I was a twenty-one year-old college junior majoring in 
Elementary Education at a wonderful Christian university.  Overall I 
loved school – the professors were great, I had lots of close friends, my 
roomies were the best, and I was getting a great education second to none 
in a loving, Christian environment.  There WERE a couple of problems I 
have to deal with though.

First and foremost, school was over three hours away from home meaning I 
didn't get back often and I missed my family terribly.  An "only" child, 
I grew up extremely close to my parents and relatives and it was hard to 
be away from them for any extended period.  My mom was my best friend in 
the whole world.  As for my dad, let's just say I was definitely "daddy's 
girl".

My biggest issue had to do with why I was in this predicament today – no 
sex.  My school had an extremely strict set of "Lifestyle Guidelines" 
which explicitly forbade ANY sexual activity along with most other "fun" 
activities that I'd grown accustomed to.  I gave up my virginity at 
fourteen and in the course of my high school "career" I had sex with 
dozens of guys and sucked even more.  Shortly after turning sixteen my 
sexual activities included my parents as well and over time a few of my 
cousins and even an uncle.  As a result, when I'm at home it's a rare day 
that goes by without some form of sex, even if it's just fondling or a 
quick blow job.

At school it was the complete opposite.  So far, after almost three years 
I'd never had sex on campus - well, not with any guys at least as I did 
play around a bit with my roomies.  For someone as addicted to sex as me, 
it should be easy to understand why there were a few times when my 
"needs" grew to where I was finally overwhelmed to where it actually 
affected my health and schoolwork as all I would do is masturbate 
constantly and dream of sex.

When a person reaches that state, they can sometimes succumb to their 
needs and do things they might not otherwise do.  I wasn't any exception.  
At those times I sought relief through a variety of means including a 
frat party and I even worked for an escort agency for a brief period.

Judging from events so far in my junior year, either I've matured or 
grown more accustomed to abstinence so far I hadn't done anything really 
wild or stupid.  If anything was to "blame" for the fix I was now in, it 
was the unexpected trip I'd taken back home just a few weeks ago to watch 
the Super Bowl with my family.  The sex that weekend was incredible and 
so erotic that it was even more difficult than usual to go "cold turkey" 
when I returned to school.

Now I knew that I just had to do SOMETHING or I was going to go 
absolutely bonkers.  Basically I just couldn't go another day without 
getting fucked and at this point it didn't really matter who did it to 
me.  If it was warm and hard, did it really matter who it was attached 
to?  There are those rare times when sometimes, just about any guy will 
do.

My hand instinctively went between my legs and I could feel the wetness 
of my pussy as it signaled its demand for a warm hard cock to fill it.  I 
closed my eyes tightly as I clamped my thighs on my hand while my fingers 
toyed with my hardened clit.  My legs stretched out as far as I could 
make them as my whole body tensed while I dreamed of how good it would 
feel right then to feel the head of a man's cock pressing against my 
pussy instead of my hand.

My middle finger worked its way between my pussy lips, rubbing up and 
down as I imagined a guy rubbing his stiff cock against me to get the 
smooth head slippery and wet before he violated me.  Then I pressed the 
tip of my finger against my pussy hole and slowly pushed it inside of me.  
When it got to the first knuckle I twirled it around slowly, imagining 
his hips moving in circles as he teased me with just the head of his cock 
inside of me.  I groaned as I drew my legs up into a fetal position and 
then I shoved my finger deeper inside of me.  My pussy felt so hot and 
wet, eager to embrace his invading dick.

Needing more, I pushed a second finger into me which made me moan again – 
quite loud this time.  I glanced over at my roomie and saw she was awake 
as well.  We didn't have a terrible lot in common but one thing we shared 
was we both had a tendency to wake up horny!  When it comes to sex some 
people are night people and some are day people.  Jen and I were both 
definitely morning girls as we each loved to have sex when we first woke 
up.

Jen was on her back with both hands between her short but lithe legs.  
She had her feet on the bed with her knees up and spread wide apart so I 
knew without a shred of doubt who she was dreaming of – her boyfriend.  I 
mean, he was ALL she ever talked about and it seemed she spent more hours 
on the phone with him at night than she did with her homework!  
Personally, I didn't mind since it usually included some of the hottest 
phone sex you can imagine.  I loved to lay in my bed and play with myself 
while I watched her getting off telling her boyfriend the myriad of ways 
that she wanted him to fuck her.  She glanced over at me, smiled 
dreamily, and then closed her eyes again as she fantasized about him 
fucking her.

Jen was no prude but she was still pretty conservative.  She had lost her 
virginity when she was sixteen but had only been fucked by one other guy 
before she met her current boyfriend.  The first two were only one-timers 
and so her boyfriend was the only guy to have done her more than once.  
She was in love with him and sometimes I feared she had sex with him just 
to keep him but she certainly seemed to enjoy it so what was the harm?

At first she was shy about discussing sex which I understood since the 
peer pressure at school kept most girls here from even admitting they 
have had sex.  Over time she opened up as she learned to trust me and I 
tried to broaden her horizons a bit.  First I taught her that sleeping 
nude wasn't something necessarily sexual but rather just more 
comfortable.

It took a while but eventually she opened up with me about how she 
enjoyed masturbating.  I felt a bit sorry for her actually.  The poor 
girl had been raised by a strict mother who thought masturbation was a 
sin so she had been forced to hide her "activities".  Of course it didn't 
help that at our school, masturbation was certainly not an "acceptable 
behavior." She said that I was the first person to ever discuss it with 
her in a non-judgmental way and she finally felt comfortable enough to do 
it while I was in the room.

I waited until the time was right and one day when she was so horny she 
wasn't able to satisfy herself with just her finger we shared her first 
girl-girl experience.  For a while we even slept together but being we 
had twin beds it proved to be more problems it was worth.  Jen was 
certainly no lesbian and I wouldn't even call her bi-sexual.  What we did 
was more experimentation on her part than anything but I enjoyed it while 
it lasted.

When Jen went back home for Fall Break and got her fill (literally!) of 
her boyfriend, she wasn't as anxious to fool around with me afterwards 
but we kept up our mutual masturbation sessions.  Now and then when she 
was really turned on after some especially torrid phone sex we would play 
a bit so it worked out for both of us.

While I knew exactly what she was thinking about, Jen certainly had NO 
idea what I was dreaming about most times when we masturbated together.  
I'm sure she just assumed it was some guy back home or someone famous or 
maybe even a guy at school.  Well, she would have been astonished to know 
the "guy" I dreamed the most about was my father!

My dad and I had a tradition at home where he would come to my room 
before he went to work.  Sometimes he just masturbated watching me while 
I slept and left me to wake up with his cum on my face and hair.  Other 
times he would rub his cock against my face until I woke enough to take 
him in my mouth and suck him off.  My favorite though, was when he would 
gently get in bed with me and start fucking me while I was still asleep.  
Waking up with the feeling of his cock inside of me is simply one of the 
most intimate and erotic sensations I have ever had.  Many a morning at 
school I woke up expecting to feel his cock against me only to be 
disappointed as my head cleared that I was alone and he was far away.

I continued to play with myself while I watched Jen do the same with me.  
It's interesting to compare how different girls masturbate.  In high 
school I use to go to sleepovers with my friends and many times we would 
all get in a circle and play with ourselves.  Sometimes one of us would 
talk about her fantasies of one of the boys at school while the others 
listened and got off from it.

Even back then I noticed each of us had our own distinctive "style".  
Some girls preferred to just rub their clits.  Some like to penetrate 
their pussies using their fingers while others never inserted a finger at 
all.  One finger, two or even more seemed to be a personal preference.  
Most girls would play with their boobs although even that varied quite a 
bit.  Some just massaged them, others concentrated on their nipples.  
Some were rough and pulled on the nipples, other were more gentle and 
just toyed with their hands lightly running over their breasts.  There 
were the moaners and the silent types.  Some would cum and make a fuss 
and a lot of noise while others seemed to simmer more when they came and 
kept it more to themselves.

Jen obviously loved her clit.  Sometimes she would use two hands on it, 
one spreading her pussy apart and the other toying with her clit.  
Interestingly, I rarely saw her fingers in her, usually if she did it was 
right before she came.  Her boobs were smaller than mine (she was also a 
year younger than me) but her nipples would poke out nice and hard a she 
toyed with them.  She liked to hump her hips as she imagined being 
fucked, imaging her response to the thrusts of her boyfriend.  It was so 
hot to watch her masturbate!  She seemed so cute, perky and innocent 
running around the campus that I can't imagine people picturing her as I 
saw her now - this the naked little girl (she was only 5'1") laying on 
her bed moaning like a whore as she brought herself to a ripping orgasm.  

We both came hard this morning and my sheets were soaked beneath me by 
the time I was done.  I quickly headed to the bathroom and when I 
returned the strong odor of our sexual activities hit me like a wall as I 
entered the room.  I guess when you are in the process of making the 
smell isn't as noticeable but after being in "fresh" air it was quite 
obvious what had been going on.

I sprayed some air freshener around as you never knew when one of our 
other roomies might wander in.  It wasn't like we lived in a nunnery and 
I was sure most of the girls masturbated even if they didn't talk about 
it, at the same time I didn't want to be quite so blatant about what Jen 
and I did in the mornings.

Jen was still stretched out in her bed, flushed from her exertions.  She 
looked sexy as hell spread out on the bed with her legs still apart and 
her pussy glistening with her wetness.  Her perky boobs didn't sag an 
inch.  Too bad she wouldn't let me take nude pictures of her – her 
boyfriend would have probably been jerking off for a week solid if he 
could see her now!  She rolled over to face me and smiled that dreamy 
smile she got whenever she had an especially good orgasm.

"Gee Kelly, from the way you were going at it you seemed even more horny 
than usual this morning.  What's up?" she asked with that cute grin she 
flashes whenever she thinks she's being clever.

I went over to her bed and reached down to kiss her on the forehead.  
"Well, apparently the same thing as you judging from the way you came 
this morning!"

Jen giggled and gave me a hug.  Our nude bodies met and I felt my boobs 
press against hers and for just a moment I wondered if maybe she would 
want to have some fun this morning.  Granted she didn't have a cock for 
me but then she was better than nothing, that's for sure!

My heart sank a bit when she kissed me and then ran off to the bathroom 
to get ready for her day.  I didn't know what she had planned but as for 
me, it was a totally blank schedule.  I had planned to go out and see a 
movie with some friends but the flu bug was going around and a couple of 
them weren't up to par so that got cancelled.


Chapter 2 – Horny and Alone
===========================

Throwing on a baggy T-shirt I pulled out my laptop and logged in to 
Yahoo.  As always I had a ton of e-mails and a number of off-line 
messages left by guys (mostly men, a few girls sometimes too) that had 
been trying to chat with me during the night.

I don't think people realize just how hard it is for me to respond to 
everyone.  On Instant Messenger if I show myself as "available" my screen 
fills up quickly with chat windows.  Sometimes I try to handle three or 
four at once but that is all I can deal with at any one time and even 
then I find myself neglecting one or more of them.  Usually I just stay 
invisible and chat with whatever random person checks to see if I'm 
around.  Other than responding to the off-line messages, I NEVER initiate 
a chat.  Frankly I don't trust everyone that chats with me and even 
though I make it a point to ask new people how old they are, I fear 
someday I could end up chatting with some fourteen year old and get in 
trouble so I always let people contact me first.  When it gets to the 
point where there are too many people asking for me I just leave some of 
the windows minimized and when I am finished with one person I check to 
see if the next one is still available.  

Being as horny as I was this morning I was hoping that someone would be 
on that would masturbate on their cam for me.  I rarely get into cybersex 
although I have faked it a few times but just an open discussion about 
sex would be welcome right now.  I never get tired of watching a guy 
masturbate though.  It feels so much sexier knowing he is doing it 
because of me.  It's so much hotter than watching some stupid porn movie 
or looking at cock shots that everyone seems to want to display.

I opened up one of my e-mails and was thrilled to see a few tribute pics 
of me and my cousin with the guy's dick in the picture and his cum all 
over us.  I felt myself tingling again down there as I imagined this guy 
sitting at home getting so horny thinking about me that he jerks off and 
then actually sprays his sperm all over his favorite picture of me.  I 
still had an especially erotic message saved in my In-Box where a guy had 
sent me pics of his family and then included one of him cumming on his 
daughter's picture.  She looked to be about twelve or thirteen and it was 
wild knowing he must have sat home and jerked off thinking about fucking 
his own daughter!

Between chats I worked on my web site a bit and tried to finish up some 
of my diary entries.  God I am so far behind!  It takes me a long time to 
write one yet it seems no matter how hard I try to proofread them they 
still go out with grammar errors and some inconsistencies.  Most of these 
errors stem from the fact I change the names plus I usually have to 
condense the story down or I would end up writing a novel about every 
experience.  The dialogue can be difficult too since naturally I didn't 
videotape it so I have to try to recreate things as best as I can recall.

I will readily admit that I, like most people, tend to remember things 
the way I prefer to remember them so I am sure some of my stories are not 
100% accurate but then what testimony in court ever is?  I wish more 
people would understand that these stories are not written by a 
professional as you would be amazed at some of the negative criticism I 
get!

Before I knew it a couple of hours had sailed by and I was about to 
finally get dressed and go out when a window popped up and a guy asked if 
I wanted to watch him so I accepted.  I sighed in despair as I gazed at 
his crotch – god he had a big cock!  As he stroked it and we chatted it 
grew and I was touching myself f as I dreamed of sucking it and having 
him fuck me with it.

I sent him a few pics of me and I was thrilled when he said he would 
print one out to cum on for me.  When he held it up to his cock I smiled 
broadly as I saw it was the one of me back when I was just eight years 
old!  It is amazing how many guys have told me they get turned on by my 
younger pics.  He stroked some more and eventually covered my pic with 
cum as he told me how much he would have loved to have fucked me when I 
was that age.  As I was still wearing just the t- shirt that I had thrown 
on earlier it was easy for me to play with myself while I watched.  I 
came again just as he finished pushing his cum around on my pic with his 
naughty dick!

By now it was well past lunch so I showered and threw on some jeans and a 
baggy sweatshirt.  I grabbed a bite at the cafeteria and returned to my 
room, bored and still horny as hell – a bitch of a combination!  Jen was 
long gone and so was everyone else it appeared so I was left alone in our 
room.

Jen had left her computer on so I sneaked a peak at her picture files.  
She didn't have any naughty ones but there were plenty of her and her 
boyfriend.  A lot of the pics of her were from back in her high school 
cheerleading days.  I copied some off for use later on my web site.  Jen 
had no idea about my site and I wondered what she would have said if she 
saw some of the tributes that guys had sent me where they came on her.  
No doubt her first reaction would have been to be offended but I would 
bet that once she thought about it some more she would realize what a 
compliment to her they were.  It was the rest of my web site that would 
have probably caused her to gasp!  Just imagine if she read my diary!

Looking at her and her boyfriend together I imagined what it must look 
like when he is fucking her.  He is quite good looking and she is so 
petite that it must be really hot!  I would've given most anything for a 
nude photo of him.  The way she described him fucking her, he apparently 
had a lot more experience than she had and she certainly loved his cock!  
She and I have discussed blowjobs in the past and she knew I had a lot 
more experience at it than she had so she would ask me for advice on how 
to please her boyfriend more.  What she didn't know what just how much 
MORE experience I had, not to mention that I would have loved to have 
showed her using her boyfriend as a teaching aid!

The more I looked at her pictures of her and her boyfriend the more I 
dreamed of what it would be like to have a threesome with them.  Usually 
I prefer 1-1 sex but in this case it would be better to have her join us 
for no other reason than I would have loved to have seen her being fucked 
after all the times she has masturbated with me.

I love the taste of Jen's pussy but it would be extra sweet to lick his 
sperm from it after he came in her pussy (something she said that he 
never did since she was not on the pill but hey, it was my fantasy!).  It 
didn't take long to lose the jeans and sweatshirt as I slouched in my 
desk chair to better reach my pussy.  Damn it seemed I just couldn't 
satisfy the poor thing today!

I played with myself as I imagined laying on a bed with Jen standing at 
the edge, leaning over to lick my bare pussy while her boyfriend fucked 
her from behind.  I have to admit I think it's so cool that my pussy is 
the only one she's ever tasted and I love kissing her with her face 
covered by my pussy cum.

I put my feet up on the desk as I leaned back against the chair even 
further and used one hand to massage my clit while the other squeezed my 
boobs.  As I rubbed myself I remembered how good it felt to have Jen lick 
me that first time we shared a bed together.  Her tongue was so tentative 
at first and yet I could tell she wanted to explore me more with it.  I 
felt my pussy grab my finger as I stroked it in and out of me like I 
wished her boyfriend would do at that moment.  I wanted to see her face 
as he fucked me, see her as she realized how good I could fuck him 
compared to her and how much more he loved fucking me than her.

I felt my orgasm rising yet again as I dreamed of him ramming his cock 
deep in me, feeling him releasing his cum deep inside me - something 
which she would not let him do.  My pussy gushed cum on my fingers as I 
imagined his cum filling me, exploding inside of me as groaned and told 
me how good he felt cumming in me.  After that he would tell her to lick 
his cum from my pussy and I felt my orgasm grow as I imagined her cute 
face looking up at me as her tongue lapped up his cum from my cunt.  

When my orgasm withered I flopped onto my bed and just cupped my crotch 
with my hand, feeling the heat and wetness against my palm.  I felt a bit 
guilty about my fantasy.  I never wanted to hurt Jen and I would have 
never done anything to make her jealous or upset.

Sometimes when I get going, though, I find myself wanting to be the girl 
that guys lust for more than anyone else – more than their wives or 
girlfriends.  That is probably what drives my desire to fuck older 
married guys more than anything else.  Of course I like the way they fuck 
me but it is more than just that.  What turns me on the most about 
married guys is that I love knowing they want me so badly they are 
willing to betray the most sacred vow a man can take – his wedding vows.  
For him to risk everything – his family, his marriage, maybe even his job 
just for the opportunity to fuck me once makes it so incredibly hot for 
me.

Warning - I will slice off my future husband's cock if he commits 
          adultery but at the same time because I feel so strongly about 
          the issue it's probably what makes it so hot for me when 
          another man commits it just to be with me.

Well, it was now mid-afternoon and STILL nothing to do.  I decided to 
work some more on my diary stories.  If I was going to be horny I may as 
well write about some past times I had enjoyed!  For the next few hours I 
worked on a couple of different ones.  Although I never really got really 
into another full scale masturbation session, I did find myself playing 
with myself now and then as I recalled some of those times and the 
feeling that I had back then.

Finally it was getting past supper time and I looked at the clock and 
shook my head.  What a day so far.  I had really not done anything but 
masturbate and dream about sex the entire day!  The problem was that 
despite everything I had done so far, I was actually more horny now than 
I had been all day!

There was only one way to deal with this – I needed to be fucked and I 
needed to be fucked TODAY.  Needed is exactly the right word.  This 
wasn't just something I WANTED; no, I NEEDED it.  In some ways I can 
empathize with a drug addict.  I've never done drugs, not even once, but 
if an addict needs drugs the way I need sex then I can understand why 
they will do most anything to feed their addiction.

Am I really "addicted" to sex?  That may be a bit of an exaggeration to 
be honest.  I especially don't consider myself a nymphomaniac since under 
most circumstances I can control my needs.  There were a FEW times in my 
life, like today, when the need for sex, just any sex, just any cock in 
my pussy, has driven me to do things I might never have done otherwise.  
Well, I could tell that this was one of those times...

I am sure that most people would think that it would be easy for a girl 
like me to get fucked anytime she wanted and I guess technically they'd 
be correct.  I've no doubt that if I really wanted to I could get laid in 
less than an hour no matter where and when.  That's no reflection on me 
though as it's true for any girl.  It's easy for a girl to have sex, all 
you had to do was let the guys know you were available and they will 
pounce on you like a cat to a mouse.

The difficulty comes in how to get laid without getting into trouble.  By 
"trouble" I mean both with my school and my own personal health and 
safety.  Fucking a guy on campus is out – too risky with only a year left 
to go.  Getting caught would mean automatic expulsion and I don't trust 
guys in general not to go off bragging about their "conquest" which could 
eventually lead to the wrong people knowing what I had done.

Doing someone in town is hard because if someone saw us then it was back 
to the rumor mill problem again.  I had no desire to just walk into a bar 
as it seemed too much like being a whore.  Being a slut was OK with me, 
in fact I consider the label a compliment.  But as for whore – well I 
wasn't ready for that label (or in being one), not to mention I was only 
twenty and the last thing I needed was to get in trouble over being in a 
bar while I was underage – especially when your school forbids alcohol 
consumption!

Granted, if I was home this situation would have been a LOT easier to 
resolve but I was three hours or more away so that left an emergency trip 
to Pittsburgh out as a viable option.  Besides, if I was home I wouldn't 
be in this position in the first place!

Finally I decided on a course of action to take and so I went to my 
closet to find just the right outfit.  For what I had in mind I didn't 
need to look like a slut, nor did I want to.  In fact, the more "girl-
next-door" the better for the plan I had in mind.  I selected a pleated 
denim skirt that came about half-way down to my knees and a white cotton 
blouse that buttoned down the front.  I opened a package of new white 
cotton panties, grabbed a pair of short white socks, added my pink 
sneakers and I was dressed for action!

I normally never wear a bra but the more I thought about it the more it 
seemed to go with the outfit so I found a cute white one with lace edges 
that I had stuffed in the back of my drawer.  God, it had been ages since 
I had worn a one of these things!!  I liked this particular one because 
it clasped in front between the cups so it was easy to put on - and take 
off.  I adjusted the straps and realized my boobs had grown a bit since 
the last time I had worn this one as they felt constricted when I stood 
up and checked myself out in the mirror.  I was just putting on my blouse 
when Jen walked in.  

"Hey!  Looking cute tonight girl," she said with an appreciative glance.  
The she noticed the bra under my blouse and laughed, "Wow!  News alert!  
Kelly's wearing a bra!  Someone better check Hell, I think it just froze 
over!"

I rolled my eyes and we both laughed.  She got more serious then saying, 
"Really Kelly, I didn't even know you owned one.  So what's the story?"

I just shrugged my shoulders and pretended to look hurt.  "Gee, can't a 
girl wear a bra without people making a big deal over it?" I pouted.

"Well, whatever it is, I probably don't want to know about it!" Jen said 
laughing as she changed clothes.

She then explained she was going over to one of her girlfriend's tonight 
that lived with her parents.  They were just going to have pizza and 
watch a few DVDs.  She invited me over with her but I declined 
gracefully, explaining I had "other plans".  She just shrugged and left 
it at that.  One thing I could always say about Jen, she never pried and 
I could trust her with anything.  Maybe she really didn't WANT to know!  
Whatever the reason I appreciated her friendship at times like this.  The 
last thing I needed was a nosey roomie!

I grabbed a small black purse, threw on a winter jacket and I was off 
with a wave goodbye to Jen.  I got to my car and sat still in the 
driver's seat for a second before starting it.  Was I really ready for 
this?  Did I really need to be fucked THAT badly?  As if on cue my pussy 
made itself known as I almost gasped from the sudden ache I felt between 
my legs.  It was almost like a menstrual cramp it hurt so bad!  Obviously 
no finger was going to take care of this!  I needed a cock and I needed 
one bad!

I turned the key with firm resolution and left campus, heading for a town 
about thirty miles away where I could be more anonymous.  Usually I went 
there for shopping or a movie.  Well, tonight I was going to be shopping 
for something they didn't sell at the mall!

On the way I debated where to go.  It needed to be a place where horny 
guys would be hanging out but not necessarily a joint where they expected 
to pick up just any girl.  I preferred an older guy in lieu of some young 
stud who just wanted to get himself off and the hell with my needs.  Why 
is it that until a guy reaches thirty all he cares about is himself when 
it comes to sex?

Well, tonight was going to be all about satisfying ME for once!  It would 
be even better if he was married but that was hard to find on the spur of 
the moment.  The advantage with a married guy was that in addition to the 
"naughty" act of fucking someone's husband, married guys tend to be more 
discreet usually are not looking for any type of "relationship".  Most 
seem to have reconciled that they are stuck in their marriage and that 
getting out of it would be even worse than what they have now so all they 
want is to have me satisfy them in ways their wife won't.  


Chapter 3 – Trolling for Men
============================

The joint I finally pulled into was a sports bar that specialized in 
chicken wings.  Yea, I realize that chicken wings are terrible for the 
figure but I've always LOVED the hot ones.  Not even my dad can stand the 
heat when I order them.

Inside there was a bar with a number of television sets showing various 
sporting events and then there was an open seating area for the rest of 
the customers.  It was a Saturday night so the place was packed with 
families and groups of men and women out for the night.  From the looks 
of things I was going to be the only single person in the joint which 
would make me stand out if nothing else.

I placed my order and took a seat on a bench to wait.  I still had my 
jacket on and although my skirt showed off my legs, it wasn't like I was 
some slut trolling for guys.  Even so I was conscious of a number of eyes 
directed my way and I couldn't help but crack a smile when I saw one 
girlfriend poke her guy in the ribs when she caught him looking at me!

I had been waiting just a few minutes when another family came in through 
the door.  It was your traditional Midwest WASP family – mom, dad, son 
and daughter.  The son looked to be about twelve and the girl was 
probably fourteen or fifteen although it was hard to from the way she 
dressed.  Mom and dad looked like the career professional type and must 
have worked on those careers for a while before having the kids because 
they looked to be in their late thirties at least.  

I smiled as I watched - they were so stereotypical it was almost funny.  
The boy was an absolute brat - nonstop mayhem running around touching 
everything while his harried mother trying to keep him in tow.  The girl 
looked like a spoiled little princess with that, "I can't believe I'm 
here with them" look so typical for a girl her age!  Her jeans were so 
tight they looked ready to split and she had enough makeup on to join the 
circus.

Meanwhile the poor dad was trying to get everyone's orders and looked 
more than a bit flustered by the time it was over.  He glanced at me 
briefly as he waited for their order and I noticed his eyes returned and 
stayed focused on my bare legs.  They lingered a lot longer than what 
would have been considered appropriate, no doubt partly because I made of 
point of uncrossing them and then crossing them again.  I risked a look 
at him and smiled but he quickly glanced away, apparently a bit 
embarrassed at having been caught staring at me.

Just then my order number was called and I stood up to get it.  Family 
guy was standing near the counter and I "accidentally" bumped into him as 
I made my way.  I looked up at him (he must have been over six feet 
tall!) and smiled, excusing myself as I stepped aside.  He just mumbled 
something about it being not a problem and I was soon off to the seating 
area with my basket of wings and celery.

Once at a table I took off my heavy jacket and had a seat.  One thing 
every girl learns from the onset of puberty is how to sense when she is 
being looked at.  In this case I felt that tingle as several sets of eyes 
looked my way.  I crossed my legs but didn't bother pulling my skirt down 
which left most of my upper thigh exposed.  I pretended not to notice and 
started on my wings.  Mmmmmmm, they were delicious!

Just then the family I had seen earlier sat down at the table next to 
mine.  I noticed that the dad took a seat that gave him a nice view of me 
without having to turn or look obvious about it.  Just coincidence?  I 
didn't think so.  Once again I caught him staring at my legs and this 
time his eyes wandered up a bit farther up to my boobs.  I had the blouse 
unbuttoned as far as I could which just barely exposed my bra.  Now I was 
glad I was wearing one as it seemed there was something more erotic about 
exposing a bit of bra than just more cleavage – not that I had the most 
cleavage to expose in the first place.

The wife and daughter were seated facing away from me so only the father 
and his son could see me.  The boy was a typical twelve year-old and all 
he cared about was himself and food.  I could have probably stripped and 
he wouldn't have noticed – but his father certainly would have!  He 
didn't take his eyes off of me for the longest time.  I would lean over 
to eat a wing and I knew he was straining to see further down my blouse.  
My hands got messy so I would suck the wing sauce off my fingers.  I 
looked over at him while I did and deliberately did it as slowly and 
seductively as I could.  Our eyes met and this time he didn't look away.  
I don't know if anyone else in the place was watching me but I didn't 
care, this was getting to be fun!

I took a swallow from my Diet Coke and picked up my purse to head off to 
the bathroom.  I turned to look at him and gave him a "come hither" look 
that should have clearly signaled my intentions – I wanted him to follow.  
To be honest, I never expected him to follow me.  It was just a game for 
girls to tease guys like that, one that I had played many times in the 
past and never grew tired of.  Nobody in this situation ever followed me 
but I liked to fantasize later about what might happen if they had.

Well, so much for Family Guy and as I made my way to the girl's room I 
glanced at the bar to see if there were any interesting prospects for the 
evening.  I was still unbelievably horny and I needed to get something 
going here instead of wasting my time teasing poor Family Guy – 
especially when his family was there with him.  His wife was thin, almost 
too thin in fact, and had her hair tied back sharply.  She was wearing a 
medium-length skirt and actually wasn't too bad looking in it but I 
sensed she "wore the pants" in the family from the way she was bossing 
everyone around, including her husband.  Her voice was sort of whiney and 
I had a feeling she could be a real bitch!

I made it to the restroom just in time – the diet coke must have gone 
straight thru me!.  I washed my hands and checked myself out in the 
mirror.  I adjusted my blouse to be a bit more revealing and pushed the 
door open to leave.  Imagine my surprise when I practically knocked over 
someone outside the door!.  I was even more surprised when I looked up 
and saw who it was – Family Guy!  I started to excuse myself and walk 
away but he grabbed me by the upper arm and held me back.  Alarmed at 
first, I wondered what was happening.  He looked around and saw we were 
alone in the hallway before saying…

"Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you," he said reassuringly, "Look, I 
couldn't help but notice you were flirting with me back there and I was 
just curious – just flirting or something more?"

Wow!  Now THAT was certainly straight out of the blue, for sure!  He 
looked a bit embarrassed when I didn't respond instantly and started to 
apologize saying, "I'm so sorry, I should have never said that….I just 
thought that the way you were acting that..."

It was like time froze as thousand thoughts raced through my mind.  I 
make a quick decision and went for it!  You can already guess what it 
was...

"Well, just what did you have in mind?" I asked softly, trying to give 
him my best "little girl" look and tone.

He looked flustered and I wondered if I had gone too far.  "Ummmmm, you 
have to understand, I've never said anything like that to a girl 
before... I don't know what came over me... I'm so sorry." He started to 
walk away but I called to him.

"Well, if you change your mind let me know!" I said as loud as I dared.  
He kept walking and didn't even turn around to acknowledge me so I 
figured that it was over – whatever "it" was!

Back at the tables we each finished our meals.  At first he wouldn't look 
at me but it didn't take long for his male lust to exert itself again.  
Men are so predictable!  I dropped something on the floor and as I leaned 
over he got a great view down my blouse.  My bra kept him from seeing my 
boobs but that probably just made it all the more seductive for him.  
Sure it was a corny thing to do but hey, it always worked.  I chastised 
myself anyway.  I mean, what next, was I going to lean over to pick up 
something and flash him my ass?

I smiled at him as I brought my head up and I could see him take a deep 
breath as he tried to answer something his wife was asking him while at 
the same time stare at me without her knowing it.  The more I listened 
the more bitchy she sounded.  He just seemed to sit there and take it, 
almost like a whipped dog.  

Well, as much fun as it might have been to tease him on another day, it 
was not going to provide me tonight with what I was looking for so I 
needed to get my act in gear if I was going to find me a guy to fuck me!  
I was about to finish up and move closer to the bar area when Family Guy 
excused himself to go to the restroom again.  He winked at me as he went 
by and I took that as a signal to follow and meet him wherever he was 
going.  I figured what the heck, who knows?  So once again I found myself 
alone with him in the hallway by the restrooms.

As soon as I got close to him he whispered to me saying, "Look, I've 
never done anything like this before but I can't keep my eyes off of you.  
So what's to going to cost me?"

"Hey!  I'm not a whore!" I said in an annoyed tone of voice.

"Oh God, I didn't mean that!  Really I didn't!" he said with a look of 
panic on his face.  

I looked down the hallway to the dining area and responded in a more 
slutty tone, "But even if I was 'available', what about your wonderful 
little family?"

"I'm dropping off at a movie in a few minutes and then I'm suppose to 
stop by my office for a while before picking them back up again," he 
answered.  "I thought that instead just maybe we could... well, you 
know."

I toyed with the topmost button that was still fastened and squirmed a 
bit as if I was a little girl listening to her father.  He seemed to find 
that more comforting and he continued quickly.

"Look, here's my card, it has my home address on the back – it's just 
down the road from the new theaters.  The key is under the mat so just 
let yourself in.  I'll be there as soon as I can.  If you're interested, 
be there.  If you're not there I'll understand."

It was going so fast my head was spinning.  As much as I had played 
along, I couldn't really believe this was happening.  I mean, was this 
guy SERIOUS?  If so, was he just a crackpot or what?  Like, who in their 
right mind would make such an offer to a complete stranger, a girl he 
doesn't even know what her name is?

He must have seen the hesitation on my face so he said, "My cell phone 
number is on there, call me in fifteen minutes it you want to talk." 

Well, what did I have to lose?  So far he knew nothing about me so if I 
changed my mind there was no way he could stalk me or anything.  Besides, 
the more I thought about it the more surreal it all seemed and anyone who 
knows me knows that I can't resist something new and naughty.  Yep, if 
there was one thing tonight was shaping up to be – it was new and 
naughty!


Chapter 4 – A Married Man’s Issues
==================================

I left first and sat in my car out in the parking lot waiting for them to 
leave.  They soon appeared and piled in a minivan which then sped off in 
the direction of the theaters.  So far so good.  I followed them until 
they turned off into the road to the theater complex and I continued down 
the road.  The address was on the same road I was on which made it easy.  

It wasn't too far before I saw the right house number on a mailbox and 
turned into the concrete driveway.  It was a large two-story colonial 
type of house, typical upper-middle class.  The guy wasn't a millionaire 
but he apparently was doing well.  I parked off to the side next to a 
basketball hoop.  I debated going inside but there was no way I was going 
to go THAT far.  Who knows what trouble I could get into?  I left the 
engine running as it was a bit cold outside and I took out his card and 
dialed him up on my cell phone.

"Hello?" a male voice answered.

"I'm here," was all I said.

"Cool!  I'll be there in a couple of minutes," he said, "Look I'm not 
some pervert or anything... really."

Well, THAT remained to be seen.  I just said OK and hung up.  About two 
minutes later headlights lit up my car as he pulled in and the garage 
door opened.  There was the usual junk, bikes, riding mower, etc.  He got 
out of the van and I decided to go for it so I turned off the engine and 
got out of my car as well.  

"Hurry up!" he said motioning for me to get in the garage "The neighbors 
might be watching."

That didn't seem too likely given the distance between houses but then 
you never knew I guess.  As soon as I was in the garage he closed the 
door behind me.  Well, now what?  In a way I felt trapped as from this 
point onward there was no quick escape.  The thought crossed my mind that 
nobody I knew had even the slightest idea where I was!  This had all the 
makings of a cheap TV horror movie and we all know what happens to the 
slutty girls.  Then again, it might turn out to be something to make my 
diary!

It didn't really matter as I was committed from this point.  He opened 
the door to the house and we entered the kitchen through a laundry room.  
I had to give his bitchy wife credit, the home was quite neat, if not 
immaculate, and presented a general air of reasonable wealth without 
being rich.  He turned on the lights and we faced each other in the 
kitchen.

"I really can't believe I'm doing this," he started out with a bit of a 
stammer.  "You've got to understand, I've never done ANYTHING like this 
before."

"Oh yeah, and the check's in the mail," I thought to myself.

Then again, he seemed genuinely sincere about it so who knows, maybe he 
was telling the truth.  I wasn't ready to believe it yet although I had 
to admit he was putting on a great act if he was lying.  I just stood 
there silently, waiting for him to go on and he soon did.

"Look, my job's a hassle, the wife hates sex, my son's a brat - as you've 
seen, and my daughter... well I think the little princess tolerates me 
but only barely."

He paused as if to gauge my reaction.  I've heard the same sob story a 
hundred times so I just shifted my weight to my other foot with my arms 
crossed and waited for him to continue which he did.

"I've considered having an affair but I've always been afraid of getting 
caught.  I can't afford to leave my wife and I love my kids – despite 
everything, but a guy has needs!"

After this long rant he paused as if to see if I was going to just walk 
out but instead I uncrossed my arms, stepped up closer to him and took 
his hand in mine.

"It's OK," I said softly in a caring tone, "You can tell me everything."

He appeared almost desperate as he looked me in the eyes and continued in 
a voice that shook with emotion.  Geeze, was he going to cry?

"Well, I saw you there tonight and you looked incredible.  You're dressed 
like a prim and proper girl but yet somehow you just seem to radiate 
sensuality.  At first I thought you were just a hooker or something but 
you seemed too nice for that.  When you left to use the restroom I was 
planning just to follow you so I could see you closer.  Then you 
surprised me by coming out so fast and well... I just found myself saying 
things I have always fantasized saying but never had the guts to say."

"So tell me Mark, why did you ask me here?" I asked.

"How did you know my... Oh yeah, my card," he said, looking a little 
stricken at first.  "So what's your name by the way?"

"Kelly," I told him.  He started to ask for more information but I smiled 
and held up my hand saying, "just Kelly – OK?"

"Well, thank you Kelly.  So anyway, I don't really know I guess.  I still 
can't believe I asked you and to be honest, I never really figured you 
would say yes to begin with."

"So... have you ever cheated on Linda?" I asked him.

He again looked at me in surprise as if I was a psychic or something.  I 
grinned and nodded towards the refrigerator where there was a Valentine's 
Day card held in place with a little heart magnet.  It hung open and I 
could see the inscription, "To my darling wife Linda, I will always love 
you, Mark."

He looked a bit sheepish as if the incongruence between the writing on 
the card and what he was doing now seemed to hit home.  "Never," he said, 
"In fact, she's the only woman I've ever made love to."

His voice started to crack as he looked at the card and I had this bad 
feeling that this was going to lead to where he was going to get feeling 
all guilty and chicken out so I decided to take control.  I took his 
hands and put them around me and I wrapped my arms around his neck.

"So tell me Mark, would you like to fuck me?" I whispered up to his ear.

I noticed that he had used the phrase "making love" when he mentioned sex 
with his wife so I deliberately emphasized the word "fuck" when I asked 
him the question.  It just seemed so much naughtier - more like he was 
cheating on his wife rather than replacing her.

His body seemed to droop and he took a deep breath before answering.  
"God help me but I do.  I want so bad to... well as you said, fuck you 
Kelly."

"Well, then what are you waiting for?" I asked in a teasing tone, trying 
to lighten up the mood.

"What do we... I mean where do we... oh God I feel so stupid," he 
stumbled.  "I'm sorry, I told you I've never done this before."

At that moment I finally believed him.  Actually, until then I was pretty 
sure this was all a big pickup line and play-acting.  I would have been 
willing to go along with the fantasy if that is what it took to get laid 
but reality was certainly more fun!

"Well, we don't have much time before the movie is over so why don't you 
take me to your daughter's room." I purred.

"Laura's room?" he asked incredulously, "Why there?  Wouldn't it be 
better in my bedroom?"

"C'mon daddy, every father dreams about fucking his daughter at some time 
or another," I said putting my hand to his mouth when he tried to 
protest, "Now don't deny it, you can't tell me you haven't noticed she's 
been growing in all the right places."

"But why her room?" he asked although I noticed he didn't argue the issue 
about wanting to fuck her any more.  

I gave him my sluttiest smile and look as I replied, "Because I want you 
to cheat on your wife AND be a naughty daddy for me tonight."

He led me down the hallway saying back to me, "Well, you may not be a 
whore but something tells me you're certainly not just some innocent 
schoolgirl."


Chapter 5 – Mark Gets His First Blowjob
=======================================

We reached his daughter's room which was easy to identify by the sign on 
the door declaring "Laura's Room" with a hand-printed addition to the 
bottom, "Keep out – this means you Brian!" I laughed at it and he just 
shrugged his shoulders saying, "Warned you – that's my little princess."

We went inside and it was a typical teenage girl room.  Posters of guys 
lined the walls.  Photo albums and school books were on the floor and I 
could imagine the pile of clothes under the bed – my favorite laundry 
basket growing up.  Of course a computer was on her desk along with her 
IPod.  She had a twin-size day bed with a pretty floral comforter and 
matching bed skirt.  Stuffed animals lined the edges and a hat filled 
with pins hung on one post.

A quick glance and I saw she must have been pretty active in some dance 
club as they were similar to the pins my cousin Tammy collected at 
various shows and competitions.  I turned to him and put my hands on his 
hips to guide him backwards towards her bed where I pushed him downward.  
He got the hint and sat on her bed while I backed up a few feet.

"So tell me Mark... when was the last time you watched a twenty year-old 
girl strip for you?" I teased him as I started to slowly unbutton my 
blouse.  The answer was obvious but I wanted to get him talking and 
loosened up.

"Honestly?" he said, "Never.  Linda's always undressed in the dark and 
face it, girls in strip clubs are just whores."

His hands were flat on the bed next to his side and I saw him lick his 
lips quickly as he watched me without hardly blinking.  I soon had my 
blouse undone and gradually let it slide down my back and off my arms to 
the floor where I left it.  I unzipped the side of my skirt and like my 
blouse, let it slide to the floor as well where I stepped out of it 
leaving me standing there in my underwear and sneakers.  For someone who 
rarely wore panties and a bra, it felt sort of sexy showing off my body 
to him while still partially hidden by the thin fabric.

"Well?... What do you think?" I asked as I slowly turned in front of him.  
I brushed my hair back and flicked it from one shoulder to the next, my 
eyes never leaving his.

"Please... take off your bra and panties," he asked softly.

It was encouraging to see his lust taking over, breaking down his 
inhibitions.  I unclasped my bra and let it open up to barely reveal my 
boobs as I left it on my shoulders.  I turned so my back was facing him 
and I slowly dropped my panties, keeping my legs straight but bending 
over more and more as I slid them down to my ankles.  As I got all the 
way down I knew he had a great view of my bald pussy from the rear.  
Staying bent over, I looked behind to see him staring at me and I smiled.

"Like what you see Mark?" I asked him.  

"Oh my god!  You look even better than I imagined," he said breathlessly.

I straightened up and turned back to him and ran my hands over myself, 
rubbing my crotch with my hand and then lifting my boobs with both hands 
and dropping them so he could see how firm they were.  I took off my bra 
and handed it to him which he accepted like I was giving him the crown 
jewels.

"I bet that bitch Linda never looked like this, did she?" I said 
seductively.

He didn't need to answer, the way he was shifting his weight to make room 
for his expanding cock in his pants told me all I needed to know.  I 
spread his legs apart and kneeled on the floor in front of him.  Undoing 
his belt and pants, I unzipped him and then grabbed the sides to pull 
them down.  He lifted himself up enough with his hands to let me get them 
off his ass along with his boxer shorts and I pulled them down to his 
feet.  I yanked off his shoes and socks and then took his pants off the 
rest of the way leaving him sitting on the bed in just his dress shirt 
with his bare ass on his daughter's comforter.  The shirt tails gathered 
at his waist but his cock was already poking its way out.

I reached out and held it in my hand and started to gently stroke it.  
Mmmmmmm, if he only had an idea of how good it felt for me to hold a real 
cock again!  I could feel it growing in my hand and I drew in a deep 
breath as I knew it wouldn't be long before it would be buried deep in my 
pussy!

"Do you want me to suck your cock Mark?" I asked him.  He just nodded but 
that wasn't enough for me.  "I want you to tell me what you want Mark – 
now tell me!"

"I want you to suck my cock Kelly," he said with a more firm voice this 
time.

I looked at his growing dick, feeling it throbbing in my hand.  Mmmmmmm, 
I'd been dreaming all day for a cock like this!  I put my head in his lap 
and licked him starting at the base of his hairy crotch to the tip of his 
swelled cock head.  I had one hand caressing his balls while the other 
was around him, grabbing his ass with my hand.  Up and down his shaft I 
went, running my tongue around his shaft until finally I took his cock 
head in my mouth instead of running my tongue back down again.

Mmmmmmm, he tasted so damn good!  His crotch smelled of male musk and 
sweat, a thick and heavy odor but not unpleasant at all.  His crotch was 
hairy as was the rest of his body for that matter.  His stomach was even 
covered with thick dark hair and I loved the feel of his hairy legs 
against the side of my nude body as I knelt between them.  Slowly I took 
him into my mouth until my face was at the base of his cock and I had to 
close my eyes as his curly pubic hair mashed against my face.  My head 
twisted around his cock as my tongue ran along it inside of my mouth.

"Oh my god, that feels so good," he groaned.  "I've always dreamed of 
getting my cock sucked."

I looked up at him with questioning eyes as I stroked his cock in and out 
of my mouth.  Finally my curiosity got the better of me and I let him out 
of my mouth but kept stroking it with my hand.

"What do you mean by that?" I asked, "Doesn't Linda blow you?"

"God no," he moaned as my mouth went back to work on him, "She says oral 
sex is disgusting.  I asked her once when we were dating and she looked 
so revolted by even the idea that we've never even talked about it 
since."

That was almost unbelievable.  I can't imagine being married to a guy and 
not sucking his dick in almost twenty years!  Well, he would remember 
this blowjob, that's for sure!

As I sucked his cock he took off his shirt leaving him naked now as he 
sat on his daughter's bed.  His hands held my head on his cock as I 
alternated between sucking it and licking it.  My one hand gently 
caressed his hairy balls while I held his cock in the space between my 
thumb and forefinger with my other hand flat in his crotch.  Judging from 
his moans and groaning, he seemed to really like it when I had him 
completely in my mouth so I tried to do that as much as possible.  

"Oh shit that feels incredible!" he gasped once when I went down on him 
especially hard.  "I love the way it looks when you take it all in your 
mouth."

I jerked him off with my hand while I gathered my breathe for the finale.  
I grinned as I looked up at him, his slippery cock sliding inside my 
hand.

"I want you to cum in my mouth," I said slowly.  "But is that what YOU 
want, Mark?"

His eyes rolled up as he responded to my hand jerking him off.  "Oh yes, 
I've always dreamed of doing that."

He was breathing faster now and his cock was feeling even bigger in my 
hand so I took him in my mouth and stroked him some more.  The precum 
emerged from his cock, salty and strong and I knew it was time for him to 
cum.  I opened my mouth and held out my tongue while my hand stroked his 
cock.  His head rested on my tongue while his shaft was aimed at my mouth 
like a cannon ready to fire.  

"Oh god... I'm cumming!" he cried out.

Cum shot from his cock and flew directly into my open mouth.  I could 
feel the first load hit the back of my throat and then the next one 
pooled on my tongue along with the following loads.  Some of it dripped 
off the side of my tongue and down my chin while the rest either stayed 
on my tongue or slid off into my mouth.  As the last shudder finished, I 
looked up at him with my tongue still out so he could see his cum on it.  
Then I brought in my tongue and swallowed it down with a couple of gulps, 
reopening my mouth to show him it was all gone.  I used his cock like a 
squeegee to scrape the cum on my chin up into my mouth and then I sucked 
him as he shrank, drawing the last of his cum in from his cock.

"That is just soooooo sexy," he managed to say as he gasped to catch his 
breath.  "You like it, don't you?... You love it when a man cums in your 
mouth – I can tell."

Well, at least he was a good judge of what people liked!  His cum left a 
strong aftertaste and so I sucked his cock some more which helped to 
clear my mouth.  Men are always so sensitive after they cum and Mark was 
no exception, Even though his cock was only half the size it was, he 
still quivered when I sucked him.  I stood up then and wiped my chin with 
my hand, licking off whatever I could.  


Chapter 6 – A Cheating Husband and Naughty Dad
==============================================

"Your turn," I said as I pushed him backwards onto the bed.  "Eat my 
pussy."

He laid back with his legs hanging over the edge of the bed.  I crawled 
up in bed and swung my leg over him so I was straddling his upper chest.  
Grabbing the rail of the daybed behind his head for balance, I moved 
forward until my pussy was directly over his face.  Looking down at him, 
I could see he was staring at my pussy as this was probably the closest 
he had ever had his face to one before!  I slowly lowered myself down to 
him and he stuck out his tongue to meet me.  I gently pressed my pussy 
into his face, burying his nose and mouth with my bare pussy.

His tongue went to work on me and I groaned whenever he touched me where 
I liked it to give him some idea of where to do it.  I assumed he'd seen 
enough porn flicks to know basically what to do and sure enough, he 
wasn't too bad for a rookie!  I ground my crotch into his face as his 
tongue worked its way along my pussy slit.  Eventually he was trying to 
press it up into me but his tongue wasn't long to penetrate very far.  It 
still felt wonderful – better even than my finger did earlier today.  

"That's it Mark," I moaned, "Fuck my pussy with your tongue... oh yea, 
make me cum Mark!"

As horny as I had been all day it wasn't going to take much to get me to 
cum tonight.  Sure enough after only about five minutes or so I felt my 
pussy clamp down and grow even wetter as my cum gushed out onto his face.  
My back arched as my head went back and my eyes were clenched shut.  

"Don't stop Mark..." I begged, "Make me cum harder!... Oh god yes, make 
me cum harder!"

It felt so good after a day of nothing but fantasy and masturbation to 
finally cum at the hands (or should say mouth) of someone else.  I 
circled my hips around his face, grinding my pussy into him.  I don't 
know how he could breathe but I didn't care at the moment – I just wanted 
to keep cumming!  Once my orgasm dwindled I moved back until I was 
straddling his waist again.  His cock was pressing against my ass as it 
began to shown signs of life again.

Looking down at him I smiled saying, "So tell me Mark, do you like oral 
sex?"

Mark just groaned and managed a short reply, "That was SO incredible."

"Well then Mark, do you want to fuck me?" I asked.

Again, I knew the answer but I wanted to hear him say it.  I wanted this 
husband and father of two tell me he wanted me in the most intimate way, 
that he wanted to cheat on not just his wife, but his family as well.  
For just a while I wanted to steal him away from them, take him as mine 
and then throw him back to them like a fish after it's been caught being 
returned to the pond.  Yep, catch and release was the only way to go!

"Oh god, yes!" he said in an instant.

"Then tell me Mark, tell me you want to fuck me….tell me you want me more 
than Linda...  Tell me you want to fuck me in Laura's bed.  Tell me you 
want to fuck me like you wish you could fuck your daughter."

This was what made it so hot for me, when a husband confesses that he 
wants me more than his wife, when he confesses for the first time that he 
wants his daughter in a way he knows he shouldn't.  I love hearing a man 
tell me that I turn him on more than the woman he has pledged his life 
to.  I wanted him to fuck me in his daughter's bed, to use me to 
symbolically fuck his daughter.  He may not realize it now but I knew 
that after tonight, every time he sees his daughter in her bed he will 
remember fucking me where she is – and then despite his good intentions 
he will think about what it would be like to fuck her as well.

He was panting now with anticipation.  "Yes, I want to fuck you more than 
my wife," he confessed to me.  "God you are so much sexier than she is… 
hell, more than she ever was.  You're everything I have ever dreamed of."

"And what about Laura," I pushed him, "Tell me why you want to fuck me in 
her bed."

"Oh fuck it," he said, caving in to me, "I would love to fuck that little 
bitch, pay her back for all the teasing the little slut does to 
everyone... Damn you Kelly, you make me want to fuck her so bad!"

He was definitely thinking with the little head now.  I knew that all he 
wanted right now was to fuck me and he was willing to tell me anything, 
to confess any dirty secret he had, just for the once chance in his 
lifetime to fuck a girl like me.  I loved it when a man reached this 
point, when he lusted for me this much, wanted me so badly he would do 
anything to have me.  Well, I may not have told him but I wanted Mark to 
fuck me just as bad!

With him still on his back I moved backwards a little more until his cock 
was directly underneath me.  I reached between my legs and grabbed it, 
pleased to see he was well on the way to recovery.  It was more than 
ready to fuck me so I positioned myself over it and held it in place 
underneath me as I lowered myself down onto it.  I felt myself parting as 
his head split me open and then worked its way inside of me.  I wanted to 
scream out, "YES!" as my pussy was finally getting what it had been 
begging me for all day.

"Feel that?" I whispered to him, "Can you feel your cock coming inside of 
me?"

Mark moaned loudly again as I lowered myself down onto him until my pussy 
bottomed out on his crotch.  His pubic hair felt like a coarse hair brush 
against my smooth ass as I wiggled it and ground myself down onto him.  

"Damn you're so tight!" he gasped as I began to rock slowly on my knees 
forward and back, pulling him out of me and then pushing him back in.  
Sometime I would stop just as he was about to come out of me, his head 
barely between my pussy lips.  Then I would quickly rock back, driving 
him in one swift motion deep inside of me again.  It was a hot poker 
penetrating me, filling me inside as my cunt alternately gripped him and 
released him as if it was milking him.  I leaned forward and he reached 
out to caress my boobs and then lifted his head so he could suck on my 
nipples.

"That's it Mark, suck them... run your tongue around the nipples" I said 
softly as I felt his cock sliding in and out of me.  His tongue played on 
my nipples and his large hands held my boobs.

"Damn I love your tits," he moaned, "So firm and perfect."

"I bet Linda has never fucked you like this before, has she?" I asked him 
seductively.

The resulting groan told me as well as anything he could say.  I got off 
my knees and with him still inside me I started to literally bounce on 
his cock, lifting myself up and then dropping down on him hard enough to 
make him grunt and using the rebound to lift back up again.  His cock was 
like a jack hammer drilling into me, pounding my pussy as I gasped for 
air.  His hands were holding my waist as he helped me to fuck him.  My 
hands were on my knees to help maintain my balance as my boobs bounced 
while I fucked his cock.  I was sweating now and I could feel the beads 
of sweat on my brow from the exertion.  Man, talk about a workout!

Finally I was too exhausted to keep it up so I slid off his hard shaft 
and told him to get up.  I took his daughter's pillow and placed it in 
the center of the bed and laid down on it so it supported my hips and 
gave him a clear view of my freshly fucked pussy.  He quickly got the 
hint and climbed back in bed between my legs and used one hand to spread 
my ass apart while his other hand guided his cock back to my open pussy.  

"Fuck me Mark," I begged him, "Put your cock in me... Oh my god, I need 
to be fucked soooooo bad!"

I looked in front of me and there was a cute little stuffed bear which I 
assumed was his daughter's favorite since it was at the head of the bed.  
I grabbed it and hugged it as he fucked me from behind.  He drove his 
cock hard into me, moving me up slightly towards the head of the bed with 
each thrust as his crotch met my ass and shoved me forward as he tried to 
drive himself deeper inside of me each time.

I held onto Laura's bear as her father fucked me on her bed.  God it felt 
so good to finally be fucked today!  My pussy felt so much better, so 
much more satisfied as Mark's cock gave it what it had been craving all 
day.  As much as I love to masturbate there are simply times when only 
the real thing will do!

Mark wasn't saying much now, just a lot of grunts and groans as he worked 
hard to fuck me.  Then without a word he pulled his cock out of me and 
before I could say anything he grabbed my hips and twisted me such that I 
was literally flipped like a pancake over onto my back.  He pushed 
Laura's pillow back under my ass so my pussy was pointing upwards at him.  
Grabbing my left leg under the knee, he lifted it up and then straddled 
my right leg.  His cock looked all wet and hard and I smiled knowing 
where the wetness had come from.  He aimed his cock at my now gaping 
pussy hole and easily pushed it in no-handed.

By now I had been fucked enough it was open wide for him and soaking wet, 
making it the perfect target for his cock.  He pushed himself in and 
pulled out of me before once again he drove it in me without using his 
hands.  He repeated this a few times and then stayed in me, holding my 
leg up in the air and pinning down my other one as he fucked me almost 
sideways.  

"You love this, don't you?" he said in a husky voice, "You just love 
being fucked and you don't care whose cock it is you dirty little slut."

"Yea I do - so what?  Just keep fucking me!" I replied to him, squeezing 
down on his cock with my cunt.  

"Oh you bitch!  What are you doing – trying to flatten my dick?" he said 
in a teasing voice.  "God you have a grip with that thing!"

He dropped my leg down and slipped between my legs as I wrapped myself 
around him and dug my heels into his back, pulling him tightly into me.  

"I'm going to cum again!" he cried out and I could feel him starting to 
pull back as he prepared to pull out of me.

"Don't you dare pull out you son of a bitch!" I snarled at him.  "Cum in 
my pussy – I worked for it and I want it!"

Mark just smiled at me and pushed himself deep into me saying, "OK, here 
it comes then – take it all, take my cum you nasty slut."

His cock was buried deep in me and he groaned as it swelled even more and 
then like a cannon released its first shot of sperm into me.  It exploded 
like a heat wave in me and I felt myself cumming as well.  Each release 
of his sperm drove my orgasm higher like a series of steps until I moaned 
with the ecstasy of my orgasm.  My pussy grabbed his cock instinctively 
as if to try and keep it in me while he mated me.  

"That's it baby, cum for daddy," he murmured in my ear as he lowered 
himself down on his elbows, barely keeping his weight from crushing me as 
his cock throbbed inside of me and my orgasm slowly ebbed way.  I 
wondered who he was talking to in his moment of passion – me his wife or 
maybe even his daughter?

He looked over at a clock on the nightstand and suddenly I felt him 
stiffen.  "Oh my god, I have to be there in twenty minutes!" he gasped.  
"Hurry up and get dressed, we have to straighten this all up!"

He pulled out of me and his cock made a wet sound as it left my pussy for 
the last time.  He grabbed his clothes and started getting dressed while 
I straightened out the bed.  I noticed the pillow had a large wet spot 
where I had cum and there was even a little of his cum which must have 
leaked out when he pulled out of me.  I glanced briefly over at him and 
saw he was concentrating on getting dressed and apparently had not 
noticed the stained pillow so I quickly put it back at the head of their 
bed and covered it with the bedspread.  Laura may be only fourteen but 
she was plenty old enough to recognize the distinctive odor of a girl's 
pussy!  I wondered what she would be thinking when she went to bed 
tonight and laid her head in her pillow and smelled my pussy?  Who knows, 
maybe she might realize her father wasn't so boring after all?

It didn't take long for me to dress as I didn't bother with the bra or 
panties.  The room smelled of sweat and sex but Mark didn't seem to 
notice.  Well, he had better hope his wife didn't go in their daughter's 
room for a while!  I kissed him on the cheek and he gave me a hug.

"Can we do this again sometime?" he asked with a little boy look on his 
face.  I shook my head and he understood – or at least tried to, I guess.  
"Oh well,  you were incredible Kelly – if that's even your name."

I just gave him a flirty smile and left him at that.  I quickly drove 
away before he came outside.  I doubted he had seen my license plate or 
even really looked at my car when he arrived as horny as he was and I 
didn't want him to have a chance to look again.  He had no idea who I was 
or where I was from and that was fine with me.

As I drove home I could feel his cum draining from me and at times I 
would reach down and scoop some up with my finger and taste it.  I tried 
to imagine him picking up his family at the movie theater, then telling 
them some fib about how he went to the office.  Would his wife smell me 
on him?  One thing I have learned is that a woman can smell another woman 
on her man long after they have fucked!  He had not even showered so he 
must have reeked of my sex.  Hopefully he didn't kiss her as she would 
have certainly tasted my pussy on his lips.

Even if just her suspicions were aroused and she didn't say anything in 
the van, what if she or her daughter noticed the wet stain on her pillow 
or maybe even smelled the remaining traces of our sexual activities in 
the air?  I have this feeling that if Mark got through the night with his 
marriage intact he was going to have to be one lucky guy.  Well so far he 
had been pretty lucky this evening and for his sake and his family's I 
sincerely hoped he made it through OK.

I love to fuck married guys but I really never want to hurt their 
marriages – heck if anything I like to think I have helped!.  After all, 
Mark will probably be a much happier man at home.  for at least a little 
while, with the knowledge of what we did that night in his mind as he 
masturbates in the bathroom.  

I got back to my room and Jen was still up, talking to her boyfriend as 
usual.  She gave me a quick glance when I came in, smiled and then laid 
back again in bed with the phone to her ear.  It was pretty easy to 
figure out what they were talking about since she was nude and 
masturbating with the other hand!  It worked out for me though as she 
didn't notice as I undressed that my bra and panties were already off and 
that I smelled of aftershave or whatever it was Mark was wearing.

A quick shower and I was freshened back up again for bed.  I dropped the 
towel and climbed between the sheets.  What a day it had turned out to 
be, certainly nothing what I would have expected at the beginning.

I ended the day the way it started – my hand between my legs and my mind 
dreaming of me being fucked.  The only difference was now my pussy wasn't 
aching  from a LACK of being fucked, now it ached from having just BEEN 
fucked!  I fell asleep finally satisfied as Jen went on with her 
boyfriend.  Damn, that girl could go on for hours!  Oh well, I had been 
fucked today and she hadn't so I think I got the better end of the deal!  

THE END