Courtesan

Not much else to say, Peak and Stormy beat me to it. Wonderfully done segment GH, thank you. Hope you're feeling better as well.

TrF2

BUMP! Just don't like to see this masterpiece drop below the #10 spot! Hope GH is out playing golf or enjoying his lovely bride, then I can forgive him for leaving us panting for more. Sure hope your little bug has not turned into anything serious GH.

Take care,
Storm

Storm

I appreciate the bump, but frankly I'm not sure it matters. It appears to me that you, Peak, TrF2, my great Aunt Tilda and a few others are the only ones still reading this story.

Actually Tilda tells me she's getting bored with the story. It's not kinky enough for her. She and my great uncle Myron are heavily into bondage. She wants to see Timmy chained to the foot of the bed and forced to watch while Chris fucks Kelly.

Tilda and Myron's kinky life style only recently came to light. The entire family, even Grandma Louise and Grandpa Fred, began to suspect that something had to be amiss because every time we called their house Tilda told us that her friend Jerome was over and Uncle Myron couldn't come to the phone because he was tied up.

Aunt Katherine argued that Uncle Myron was a very busy man and Jerome was just a good friend who was there to help Tilda with the houshold chores while her husband was working.

My cousin Gertrude was the first one to suggest that there might be another explanation.

When confronted, Aunt Tilda was amazingly forthright. Aunt Katherine was shocked, but also very curious. Morris, her husband was noticeably concerned. Apparently Jerome had several friends.

I have been sick, but I am writing. I'm not making much progress and I've deleted several drafts.

GH

Everyone should have a great aunt Tilda GH, but they should ignore them too. Being colourful doesn't make you a leader.

GH, what I am going to say might not be popular, not least of all to me, because I really like 'Courtesan' but it is at heart a story populated by young people, inexperienced and endlessly active. To get into their mindset and stay there to write must be exhausting at the best of times at our age, doubly so when you are ill or are recovering. My advice is, take a break, come back refreshed.

If you want to fool around with a story, take up the plight of a guy aged 55 whose wife, 5 years younger still wants a shot at attractive youth before (she believes) her sexdrive reduces. They might love each other to bits but like all adjustments with age, they need to find a way to a painful, then maybe joyful accomodation. After all, it could spark them both into a new life.

Or just play golf for a while.

Please, whatever you do, do not try to kill yourself trying to accomodate us. Courtesan may be your finest piece and I believe you already know where it is going. I want it to go there too and I'm sure so do many others.
Only you can decide how long it takes to get there. We can and will wait.

GH:
I read your post about people losing interest in your story. I must say, that for me that is not the case. I check almost daily for any updates for this story and for the story the Stormy is writing. After checking on those two, I will then look at the others.
If you need a rest.........so be it. But please don't give up on the story.

I am waiting patiently for the store owner and the other helper (their names slip my mind right now) to get involved.

northern

Read your response last night GH, and I must say you either have a very unsusal sense of humor or an extremely interesting family. Either way, I got a good laugh, which was desperately needed at that moment. I tried to respond then, but my computer disconnected so I said screw it and went to bed.

I think you're right, readership in general is down right now, especially on the longer stories. I have no idea why. Maybe just a summer slowdown - you're not the only golfer out there! I still enjoy writing, even with fewer readers. To me it is cathartic and fun, and one of the few hobbies I am able to pursue right now.

Like the previous commenters, I sincerely hope you will finish Courtesan. It is a wonderful story; funny, erotic, heartwarming, and at times sad or intense. I don't know that I can judge it your best work, because I'm sure I have not read everything you've done, but it is incredibly engrossing and enjoyable. The best I've read, how's that?

I sympathize with your deleted drafts and re-writes, I just did one of those myself halfway through that last installment. It was going someplace even too far-fetched for me, if you can believe that!

Thank goodness for you, peak, Trf2, Cliffa, Northern, asehpe, contdoc, KORUCU, Greenman, Techcuck, Cuckold4one, Blocker, oliverra (haven't heard from him for awhile, hope he's OK) and all the others that have commented on our 2 stories. I do enjoy the writing, but I enjoy it more when I know somebody is reading and deriving pleasure from the effort! It's too bad more folks don't drop a line once in awhile, it's always fun to hear what they have to say. Can't complain too much, since i used to be guilty of that myself. Just thoughtless, and really am a very private person, so I just never felt right about it. Now I say duh, what was I thinking!

Anyhow, I sure hope you're feeling better and stomping that bug. Whatever you choose to do, whether it be plow ahead, slow down, take a little time off, or quit Courtesan (hopefully temporarily) and tackle a different tale, you know your loyal fans are with you.

Take care my friend,
storm

P.S. Everyone should have an Aunt Tilda. It makes the rest of the family seem normal.

As always, Peak and Stormy nailed it. Screw the story, get out there and pound some golf balls or whatever it is that brings you the most pleasure. We'll be here, patiently waiting for you to return, and we'll be fine. The three of us will keep bumping your story so that it never sees page 2.

By the way, do you have any action photos of Tilda and Jerome to help tide us over in your absence? (Just kidding of course)

TrF2

GH / Stormy:
Please don't ever think that just because we don't always answer that it means that we have lost interest.

I personally am not one to post often, and rarely post just to say "nothing". I will on occasion post to bump a story, but find it hard to keep repeating "good story" even though that is what I am thinking.

TrF2

Great aunt Tilda is 91. Uncle Myron is 94. At 87, Jerome is a younger man. Aunt Katherine told me that she has photos. I'll see if I can get them.

GH

GH, no offense intended to the octo- and nonagenarians, but please send those photos to Trf2 privately. A public post might render many otherwise healthy readers completely impotent, should they accidently stumble across them.
(No, I'm not young and beautiful, but then I'm not threatening you with photos of me either.)

Aw come on Stormy, where's your sense of adventure?

GH

As always I am still reading and very much appericate your talent for writing. Feel better soon friend!!!

GH

You still have my interest going here, but you really should take the time to enjoy playing a round or two more often. This story will be here waiting till you get back into it.


Techcuck.......

Welcome home and thank you for your service!

Peak

Thank you

Our minds seem to run in similar directions. That is very close to an outline that I have been working out in my mind. It is a story that I am eager to write.

The problem is that at one time I was also eager to write Courtesan. I still am, but now is the difficult time for me. I have established the story and I am following an outline. The charachters are pretty much developed. Now I just have to finish writing the story. This is the grunt work. I know what's going to happen and much of it will be great fun, but doing the detail work like the sex scenes becomes arduous.

Don't worry, I will finish Courtesan. You will see the next installment this afternoon. (Tonight where you are) I am still angry with myself because I didn't finish Cassandra and Francis. I am determined to see Courtesan through to the end.

This past week I've had some minor health problems and one of the side effects was some major writers block. I had a long chat the other night with one of the readers of this story that I communicate with on Yahoo. I actually sent him one of my deleted segments.

As I've said before, sex scenes are difficult for me. It is hard to write them well. when I'm writing them it is very easy to fall back into give and take conversation which is much easier for me, but not the task when I'm trying to write a sex scene.

Anyway, thanks for your concern and suggestion. I am back on track

GH

Storm and TrF2

Don't worry I'm playing plenty of golf. I just hit a snag that wore me down.

Anyway thanks for your support.

GH

Northern32

I understand your position, but you should also try to see this from the view point of the writer. There are many evenings when I would prefer to just go to Literotica and read a few stories, but I generally don't because I feel a responsibilty to plug away at the story I am writing.

This is one of the disadvantages of writing a serial. I am well aware that there are people out there waiting for the next episode. Writing an entire story and then posting it would be much easier. I could write when the spirit moved me and if there were periods when weeks went by when I didn't write, no one would care or even know.

When the writing becomes drudgery (and believe me at times it does. All endeavors of merit are at times difficult) a little encouragement is helpful as an incentive to keep plugging away.

Anyway, thanks for this last comment

GH

cuckold4one

As always, thank you for your support

GH

Techcuck

I'm so glad to hear that your safely home. No matter what our individual political beliefs might be we all have to constantly be greatful for the sacrifices that men and women like you have been making for this country.

Thankyou and if my stories made your tour of duty even a little more palatable then that is reason enough to write them.

GH

Aunt Tilda

Uncle Myron sent me the photos of you and Jerome. As your requested I am forwarding them to TrF2, but I will not ask him for his telephone number. If you want that you will have to make Uncle Myron send him a PM and get it for you.

GH

Mandy lay back in the chair, closed her eyes and relaxed while I began to gently kiss the cleft of her very wet pussy. I wanted to give her my best effort. I tried to remember every trick and technique that I'd learned from my wife and from reading stories on the Internet.

Of course pleasing Mandy was important to me because the two of us were becoming very close, but I have to admit that there was another reason. My wife and her friends were professionals. Sex was their business. I knew that Kelly loved me and I was becoming increasingly confident that Keisha, Tonya and Mandy all liked me. Nonetheless, I still felt the need to prove to them that I belonged in this part of their lives.

I was reasonably certain that all of the men they played with when they weren't working, were macho studs. I realized that I wasn't one of those and I fully understood that I never would be. I accepted that as a fact, but I also knew that I had some skills. Kelly had done a very good job of teaching me how to orally please a woman. Apparently for the past year she'd actually been lauding my abilities in that area to Keisha, Tonya and Mandy.

Nonetheless, I was still a little insecure. In the world of intimate relations Mandy was extremely sophisticated. She'd been a thousand dollar an hour call girl in Las Vegas, a sex slave for one of the wealthiest men in America and now she made her living as a corporate courtesan. I was feeling just a tiny bit like a little league baseball player who was being asked to pitch in the World Series.

Over the past two days I'd had several brief encounters with Tonya, Keisha and Mandy, but all we'd really done was play around a little. This was the first time I was actually going to make love to one of these women. It was important to me to show Mandy that while I might be inexperienced, I at least had the potential to be a good lover.

I knew what I had to do. Just getting Mandy off wasn't going to be enough. I needed to tease her and tantalize her. I had to try to drive her mad with excruciating pleasure and then, when she finally did cum I wanted her to experience an earth shattering orgasm that she'd always remember.

Still deep inside me it was difficult to forget that Mandy was an experienced sex professional and I was a bumbling little wimp. Because of that, I moved tentatively at first. I covered her pussy with gentle kisses. As I kissed her I felt her moisture on my lips. Knowing that she was aroused boosted my confidence.

To me, there is nothing more sexually exciting than giving head to a woman. Kissing Mandy's cunt stirred me. My excitement grew quickly. As I got swept up in the passion of the moment I forgot about my feelings of incompetence. My kisses became more ardent. I closed my eyes and held her narrow waist with my hands. Suddenly I wasn't just kissing Mandy's sex, I was making love to it.

I could feel Mandy's pulse quicken. The fact that she was responding to my efforts excited me even more. I extended my tongue and tasted her.

Mandy cooed with delight.

I licked her. At first I moved slowly and delicately; but as our passion grew my self restraint disintegrated and I pleasured her with raw unfettered urgency.

Mandy responded by mashing her sopping cunt into my face. I reveled in the taste
of her arousal and licked her with even greater intensity. She grabbed the back of my head with both of her hands and then while holding me in a vise like grip she started fucking my mouth.

Both of us were beginning to slip into a frenzy of uncontrolled lust, but I wasn't yet completely lost. I remembered my original goal and pulled myself together. It wasn't enough to simply get Mandy off, I was striving to drive her wild with mind blowing pleasure.

I sensed that this was the moment to act. As Mandy ground her wet slippery cunt into my face I found her engorged clitoris and sucked it into my mouth.

She gasped.

While I sucked on Mandy's clit I also flicked it with my tongue. Mandy relaxed her grip on my head. I could feel her losing her composure. She was on the verge of having an orgasm.

I wasn't ready to let her cum, not yet. I wanted to tease her and tantalize her some more. Before I finally brought Mandy to an orgasm, I hoped to give her every bit of pleasure that I possibly could.

I released her clit and slid my tongue down the cleft of her pussy. Mandy uttered a whimper of disappointment. I ignored it and licked her slowly and gently until I sensed that she was regaining her composure. As soon as I was certain that she was once again in control of her lust I became more aggressive. I pressed my face into her cunt and fucked her with my tongue. I licked her until I felt her excitement starting to grow and then I moved my lips back to her clit and sucked it into my mouth again.

Mandy realized that I was toying with her. She reacted by laughing hysterically and screaming at me, "You dirty son of a bitch! You're fucking with me."

I ignored her. I didn't need to respond. I knew she wasn't angry. Instead I went back to sucking on her clit while I flicked it back and forth with my tongue. I was confident that this would gradually drive her wild and eventually put her over the edge. I focused my attention and worked earnestly. It wasn't long before I felt the tension in Mandy's body again beginning to build. I kept sucking her. I was patient. I waited until she was just about to cum and then I released her clit and retreated to the opening to her womb.

Mandy giggled, slapped the side of my head and breathlessly said, "Damn you Timmy, you're evil."

I looked up at her. The moisture of her arousal coated my face. I smiled and teasingly asked, "Do you want me to stop?"

Mandy Laughed and playfully held up her middle finger. At the same time she vehemently shook her head and yelled, "Fuck no! I want you to shut up and start licking me again."

I grinned at my friend and then I pressed my lips into the cleft of her dripping cunt and gave her a long slow, very soft kiss.

She took a deep breath and whispered. "Damn Timmy, that feels so good."

After that we settled into a pattern. I would gently kiss and lick Mandy's pussy. Once I was certain that she had her lust under control I'd start fucking her with my tongue. When I felt her excitement beginning to grow I'd move back to her clit and pleasure her with all the intensity I could muster.

As soon as I sensed that she was losing control and on the verge of cumming I would release her engorged clit and slide back down the slippery lips of her pussy and cover her with soft kisses and gentle licks. The moment I was confident that she'd regained her composure I'd start fucking her with my tongue again and when I felt her excitement start to grow I'd move back up to her clit.

I did this five times. Each time my lips left Mandy's clit she uttered a soft sigh of disappointment and when she felt me return there was a gasp of excitement.

The sixth time I sucked Mandy's clit into my mouth I didn't withdraw when I felt her excitement beginning to build. Instead I slipped a single finger into her cunt and continued licking and sucking her clit. It was time to make her cum.

As soon as Mandy realized what I was doing she reached down and gently pushed my face away from her pussy. "No Timmy, I want you to lick my asshole before you get me off."

I looked up at her with a puzzled expression. "But I thought you didn't care about that."

She smiled at me and then she slowly shook her head. "No Babydoll, I told you that it doesn't excite me as much as it excites dominants like your wife, but that doesn't mean that I don't still enjoy it."

Mandy grinned. "It makes me feel wicked and I love doing things that make me feel wicked."

I laughed. "The other night Kelly told me the same thing."

Mandy giggled. "That doesn't surprise me. Your wife is one of the wickedest women I've ever met. She loves to do really naughty things."

I nodded. "Yes, I know. She's told me about some of them."

Mandy stared at me. I was quite certain that she was wondering how much I actually did know. After a moment she asked, "You like having a wicked wife, don't you Timmy?"

I didn't have to think about the answer to that question at all. I just smiled at her. "Yes, I like it very much." And then I added. "I also like having a wicked best friend."

That made Mandy pause. She was quiet for a moment. Finally she said in a very serious tone of voice, "I just like having you for a best friend."

We stared at each other. After a few seconds Mandy started giggling. "I particularly like having a best friend who enjoys kissing my sweet little tush."

She lay back, slid her hips forward, spread her legs farther apart and pulled her feet up onto the chair cushion. Once she was set Mandy looked down at me with a lewd smile and whispered, "Hop to it pussyboy. It's time for you to lick my asshole."

I winked at her. "Are you sure? It seems like that would be an awfully wicked thing to do."

She grinned at me. "Yes it does, doesn't it. I can't wait."

I leaned forward. Mandy's breath caught as I slowly ran my tongue through the entire length of gorgeous rear. When my lips touched her tiny anus I felt her shiver with excitement and when I began probing her with my tongue she started giggling and whispered, "Timmy that is soooo fucking nasty. I just love it."

Without taking my tongue out of her ass I glanced up at Mandy. She was watching me with an excited smile on her face. When she saw me looking at her she lasciviously licked her lips, slipped her fingers up to her sweat covered breasts and started pinching and twisting her nipples.

I pushed my tongue deeper into her asshole.

Mandy squealed with delight. "Yesss Timmy! That's right! That's exactly what I want. You're such a nasty little asslicker."

The unabashed vulgarity of Mandy's comment excited me. At that moment I really did feel wicked. I shamelessly tried to push my tongue even deeper into her ass. At the same time I reached up and began rubbing her clit.

"Oh Yeah, that's it babydoll. Frig my clit while you tongue fuck my asshole. Make me cum!"

Mandy savagely pulled and twisted her nipples while licked her ass and rubbed her clit. For a moment it seemed like we were suspended in time and then I felt the tension building in her body.

Suddenly she reached down, grabbed a handful of my hair and ruthlessly pulled me up to her cunt. "Eat me Timmy! I want to cum all over your face."

I didn't even think about what was happening. I just pressed my face into Mandy's aroused sex and started licking.

She grabbed the back of my head with both of her hands and held me to her. As she ground her sopping cunt into my lips and nose I heard her take a deep breath. For a moment she was absolutely still and then she screamed.

Mandy's entire body started to shake, but she still continued fucking my face. I kept licking her. She had me in a headlock, so I really didn't have any choice; but that didn't matter. At that moment I so aroused that all I wanted to do was keep my face buried in this beautiful woman's gushing cunt.

Time lost it's significance. I have no idea how long we stayed in that lewd embrace. I would guess that it was actually only a few seconds. Finally Mandy relaxed her iron grip on my head, put her feet back on the floor and collapsed into the chair with her eyes closed.

I leaned against one of her legs and smiled. My face was coated with the moisture of Mandy's lust. The intense excitement of the last few minutes had left me breathless. I needed a moment to regain my composure, but I was still excited. I glanced down. My tiny penis was sticking straight up.

I gazed up at Mandy. She opened her eyes. She looked at me for a moment and then she smiled and very quietly said, "Timmy that was wonderful."

GH

Sounded to me like you hit the nail on the head with that last scene. See..... now that wasn't so hard was it?

GH, you continue to tell us about your struggles with the sex scenes and I will continue to tell you that you do a wonderful job with them. That was excellent, thank you. I felt like I was in the room with them, watching.

Glad you're feeling better and glad to hear that you're playing some golf.

I hope I don't disappoint Aunt Tilda, but I'm very happily married and don't mess around on my wife, ever. My two previous wives, well, that was a different story altogether. Thanks for the kind thoughts though.

PS Does Aunt Tilda have big 'ol titties? (Kidding again)

TrF2

Cuckold4one and TrF2

I appreciate the support. I'm not saying I cant write them, I'm just saying that they're very difficult. The most difficult part of telling the story.

Thanks again

GH

PS TrF2 Tilda will be disappointed when I tell her. And yes, she does have big titties, unfortunately they sag to well below her knees.

Thanks for that mental image GH, Tilda's Titties sound PERFECT for me.



That old saying about "anything more than a mouthful........." was conjured up by some gal with little itty bitty titties. I've never met a tittie that was too big for me, but then, that's just me. I think it goes back to my childhood days and Dale Evans. Most young kids wanted to be like Roy Rogers, I just wanted to ride his horse and suck on his wife's big 'ol titties.

TrF2

GH,
Whatever you say about it, that was just what Mandy said, Wonderful. Sometimes it seems that you do your best work when you are 'in pain'. Maybe its the masochist in you that needs to be forced out sometimes. I don't know but the boy done good.

As for the other thing, thanks for your comment, I was just thinking of something that might be easier to get your head round when you weren't feeling 100% and 'young' focused. Of course it might also allow you to ask your good wife for a few tips too !!!

GH,
Thanks. I felt like crap tonight, a headache that could kill and which wouldn't allow me to sleep, and yet I had to laugh at your comments about your "family". Laughing seemed to help. You have a great - if offbeat - sense of humor. You and Trf2 should do a stand-up act together.

That the sex scene with Timmy and Mandy was able to arouse the walking zombie that I am tonight proves beyond doubt that it is a masterpiece. It may be hard for you to write those scenes, but you do it so well!
I'll be reading it again (and probably again) when I feel better.

Hey Good Husband

Just a short note to say thank you for your writing. I have said this before and I will repeat myself, your stories are excellent. Thank you for writing them they are well worth the wait. I understand as do most folks here you have a life and at times you do not feel like writing.

I am sorry that the look number is down. It could be a function of a lot of things.

Hope your lovely wife and your golf game are well.

Meijer

TrF2

Tilda was so disappointed by your lack of interest that she had to go shopping. She went to Victoria's Secret where she bought a very brief thong panty and bra set. As soon as she got home she put it on and spent the rest of the day parading around the house taunting Uncle Myron.

Peak

That story is now rolling around in my head.

Last night my wife of 27 years came home from work. As she set her briefcase on the dining room table she said, "Dear we have to talk."

She walked into the living room, sat down and picked up the daily newspaper. I brought her martini. After I set it on the table next to her chair I sat down on the end of the sofa and nervously watched her.

Katherine took a moment to survey the front page and then she set the newspaper down and looked at me. "Arthur I know this is going to be painful and please believe me that hurting you is the last thing I want to do. All day long I've tried to come up with a gentle way to break this to you, but I couldn't think of one, so I'm just going to say it."

My wife stared at the floor for a moment and then she quietly said, "Sweetheart I've decided to start dating other men."

Maybe that will give you an idea of why it's so difficult it is to finish a long story. There are so many new stories to tell.

Don't worry, I am going to finish Courtesan.

Peak you once told me to take my time with a story and post less frequently. That certainly helps me when it comes to the sex scenes. As always good friend I appreciate your guidance.

Storm

Thanks, coming from the master of the sex scene that is high praise.

Meijer

I always love hearing from you. I hope your life is going well. Thanks for the encouragement.

Gentleman

I thank all of you again for taking the time to comment. They are appreciated.

GH

I gave Mandy a modest not and said, "Thank you, I enjoyed it every bit as much as you did."

"Spoken like a true submissive." Mandy giggled. "I think our motto has to be, it's better to give than to receive."

I grinned at her. "That certainly reflects my philosophy."

Mandy glanced down at my erect penis. "Oh my, it appears that somebody is revitalized and ready to return to action."

She stood up, then she reached down, grabbed my arm and gently pulled me to my feet. "Come on studman, let's move over to the couch. I've been looking forward to feeling your cute little cock inside my pussy all day."

I laughed as Mandy led me over to the couch. "Do you say that to all your studs?"

She let go of my hand. As she lay down on the couch she winked at me and said, "Just the ones with wonderful little cocks like yours." She reached out and squeezed my tiny erection. "This is going to fit very nicely in my petite little pussy."

"Will it fit as nicely as Antoine's big cock?" The words just popped out of my mouth. As soon as I realized what I'd said I regretted it.

Mandy sat up and studied my face. After a moment she sighed. "Men! You just don't understand. Timmy honey, I can take Antoine's cock and I even enjoy it because he's such a gentle, caring lover, but it's definitely not my favorite. Frankly I prefer about six inches. That's more than enough to keep me happy, but..."

"That's still about and inch and a half more than I have."

"You didn't let me finish."

"Sorry."

"For me the way a guy uses his cock is much more important than the size." She smiled at me. "And this morning Kelly told me that you like to dance." She giggled. "Timmy I've been waiting all day to dance with you. Keisha and Tonya heard about it too and they're both envious that I get to have you first."

I laughed. "They seemed pretty happy with Gary and Antoine."

Mandy shook her head in frustration. "Yes Timmy, I'm sure they're enjoying themselves right now, but that doesn't mean that they're both not eager to have you. You and I are submissives, they're not. Tonight we're their slaves. This was the only pairing that would have worked. Babydoll, there are going to be other nights. Nights when we'll all just be together as good friends and both Keisha and Tonya are going to want you on some of those nights."

I smiled sheepishly at Mandy. "I'm sorry, I guess I feel a little self conscious about the fact that my penis is about the same size as a ten year old boys."

Mandy reached out and took my hand in hers. "That's all right Timmy, I understand." She gave me a warm smile. "But please believe this. When I was working as an escort I quickly learned to judge men by the size of their hearts, not by the size of their cocks. By that criteria my dear friend, you are the king of the world."

I grinned at Mandy.

She gave my arm a yank and pulled me down on top of her. "Come on King Timmy, it's time for us to dance."

And we did.

I started with a slow waltz. This was what Kelly had taught me two nights earlier; One, two, three, one, two, three; in, rest, out, in, rest, out.

Mandy picked up the rhythm immediately. After a minute she started giggling and said, "Timmy this is wonderful. Where did you ever learn to do this?"

"Kelly taught me earlier this week. I was really nervous. We've never actually fucked very often. I think she was just trying to get me to relax."

"Did that bother you? I mean not that other guys were fucking her, but that you weren't getting to fuck her."

We were both still keeping the rhythm; one, two, three, one, two, three. It reminded me of a scene from an old movie that had two people making casual conversation while they waltzed on the dance floor.

I thought for a moment and then I answered. "Kelly and I talked about this a little the other night. I guess I just accepted it as part of our relationship. I knew that Kelly was always getting regularly fucked by several other guys. I assumed that my tiny dick and my tendency to cum quickly made it pretty hard for me to compete with them. When we were together Kelly loved having me go down on her and I loved doing it, so that made both of us happy. It was always easy for me to get her off. I mean I could make her cum three or four times in an evening. After she was well satisfied Kelly would always reward me with a hand job and sometimes even a blow job. I liked that because I didn't have to worry about how poorly I was performing. When Kelly was getting me off I could just relax and enjoy it."

Mandy looked up at me with a skeptical smile.

I shook my head. "What?"

"You can't fool me, there was more to it than that."

"Like what?"

"I'm willing to bet that you were very excited by the idea that Kelly was putting out for all those other guys, but refusing to do it for you. That played right into your masochism, didn't it."

"Kelly didn't really refuse, it just sort of happened that way."

"Don't quibble, you understand exactly what I'm saying.

I laughed. "You know me much too well."

She shrugged. "We're both submissives. I understand how your mind works. I'm also quite certain that Kelly found it every bit as exciting as you did, maybe even more so. Timmy that was the beginning of your dominant submissive relationship."

I nodded. "I never really thought about it like that, but now that you say it I have to admit that you're probably correct."

"Yes I am."

"Okay, but if that's true; why did she let me fuck her the other night?"

Mandy rolled her eyes. "Timmy you're smarter than that. Think about it."

For a moment we just quietly fucked while I considered Mandy's question. Finally I answered, "I suppose she felt guilty about everything that's happened during the past year."

Mandy shook her head. "That might have been part of it, but I don't believe it's the real reason."

"All right, what do you think was the real reason?"

"Timmy honey, Kelly lost you last week. When you left her she was forced to confront the possibility of actually living the rest of her life without you. That made her understand just how much you mean to her and how much she loves you. I think she also realized just how selfish she's been. Babydoll, your wife will continue playing with other men. It's in her nature. I don't believe she could stop if she wanted to." She smiled up at me. "But from now on she's going to be paying a lot more attention to making sure that your needs are being fulfilled. Sweetie, your wife loves you, cares about you and most of all doesn't want to risk losing you."

I started to respond. "But..."

Mandy pressed two of her fingers against my lips. "Shhhh, enough talk, it's time to for us to concentrate on fucking. We can talk more later. Do you know any other dances? This waltz is fun, but I'm ready for something a little more up tempo."

"Kelly and I did the rumba the other night. We both thought it was fun."

"The rumba! How do you do that?"

"The rhythm is slow quick quick. Like this."

I paused for a moment and then I pushed my cock in and out of Mandy in one smooth, slow, very deliberate motion. I waited one count and then I quickly pumped my cock in and out of her two times and paused again. After another count I repeated the same slow, quick, quick motion. Mandy picked it up immediately and on the third time she was moving with me.

Together we danced the rumba.

After several minutes Mandy started giggling. "Timmy this is fabulous. I want to try this with music. Could we do that some night?"

I grinned at her. "I think that would be a lot of fun."

"Tonya and Keisha are going to want to do this too. Will you dance with them Timmy?"

"Are you asking me if I'm willing to have sex with two beautiful women?"

Mandy laughed. "I guess that was a silly question."

We stopped talking and focused on the dance. As we danced our excitement grew. It wasn't long before both of us began to have trouble keeping the rhythm.

Suddenly Mandy shook her head in frustration and said, "Screw the dance. Fuck me Timmy, fuck me as hard as you can."

That was all the encouragement I needed. We rutted like wild animals. Mandy had two orgasms. Just after she'd recovered from the second one I felt that familiar tingling growing in my loins.

I don't know how, but Mandy sensed it. She wrapped her legs around my thighs and cried, "Timmy stay inside me. Stay as deep inside me as you possibly can. I want to feel your hot cum pumping into my womb."

I did.

As soon as I was finished ejaculating Mandy wrapped her arms around my back and pulled me down on top of her. "Lay on top of me Timmy. I want to feel your body pressing against mine."

We lay together on the couch, me on top of Mandy, both of us naked and sweaty. Gradually my small penis softened and slipped out of her very wet cunt. Neither of us cared. We were spent. All we wanted to do was hold each other and enjoy the warm afterglow of our sex.

You nailed it GH. Awesome sex scene. Kind of like hitting a nice crisp 3 iron 200 yards, across a big pond, over a greenside bunker and having it land softly and check up three feet from the hole.

Beautifully done my friend. Two thumbs up for that one. Now I really like Mandy for sure.

Sorry to disappoint Aunt Tilda, hopefully Uncle Myron got to play with those big 'ol titties of hers that night. Sounds like Stormy's going through a lonely patch right now, maybe you could send her over to keep him company.

Really glad to hear that you intend to finish this story.

TrF2

Your opening line reminded me of an interview Elton John gave on a UK chat show a few years ago. He was being asked about presents at Christmas, the context being what could anyone buy him as he already had everything he could possibly need. The question had been focused particularly on his partner David Furnish.
I may not have it exact but Elton looked at the interviewer (Jonathan Ross) and said, "Yes, he may struggle sometimes but then I have always found it better to give than to receive."
It took a few moments before Ross realised that on live TV, Elton had NOT been talking about presents. Brilliant.

After reading that last scene though, I not sure either Mandy or Tim would agree with him. I think they both enjoyed the receive too ...

Now if they featured that on Dancing with the Stars their ratings would really go through the roof! Thanks GH, that was great.
I really love the way Mandy and Timmy relate to each other - not to mention the way they have relations with each other.

GH another wonderfully HOT contribution. I'm only on the site once or twice a week and you and Stormy have me reading till my eyes bleed and my lil pencildick's numb. Great work, thanks for all you put into it.
I wish I could write 1/10 as well as you. Maybe I need to dust off the golf clubs and knock my balls around a bit...

TrF2, Peak, Storm and Herz4fun

Thanks for the words of support. I appreciate them. Your comments encourage me to keep writing.

GH