Every once in a while it pays to be a nice guy. Not often, but sometimes. My sister asked me if I could do her a favor. A friend of hers was moving into her first apartment and she needed some help moving. Would I mind helping? Please? Well, for my little sister Id do it. I just hoped her friend was cute. Moving day arrived and I received my first surprise of the day. I was the moving crew.

I clicked the link and found myself viewing the site for a club for men with unusually large penises. I know in stories of this type it is usual for guys to brag about their dick size and crow about how women love their member, but those guys are full of it. I know. I have an eleven- inch dick. A real one. Eleven inches long, six and a half in circumference. Most women I know wont even attempt sex with me and I have never fully penetrated a woman.

Shannon and I have been friends for many years. Shes a cute little redhead with blue eyes and the cutest little ass. We have been flirting for years although we never managed to hook up. We have each wanted to but , somehow, nothing ever came of it. Now we are the best of friends and she is one of the few people on earth I completely trust. It would be pretty safe to say that I love her.

"Lay down on the bed," she said, standing before me wearing just this little diaphanous garment so thin and short I could see the twin dark circles of her jutting nipples, as well as the gentle flare of her slim hips. Just a hairs breadth below the gauzy hem was the trimmed pubis and sweet pink flesh I wanted to badly to plunder. But not right now. She was in control tonight, and I was doing whatever she said. Still in my clothes from work, I did as I was told, stretching out on the queen-size bed,

This is the third chapter in the Cindy series. If you need the backstory on our two love- birds please read the firs two chapters. Please feel free to write me with your comments. Thats the fun part of writing these stories. Cindy and I were just lazing in bed one evening. We had just made love and we were enjoying our post coital glow. With Cindys schedule moments like this were rare and meant to be savored. She was dozing and I was playing with her behind while I watched TV. Nothing particularly sexual, just enjoying the feel of her tight, young cheeks,

I was feeling a little sad as I watched my daughter pack. It had been three years since her Mom passed away and now my little girl was going off to college. I was surprised to find myself holding back a tear as I contemplated living alone for the first time since my own college days. Karen finished packing almost reluctantly. Dad, she said, Can I ask you something? Of course. I said. Is something wrong? No. Well, yeah. Kind of. Its about Cindy.

Im a single man, , with my own, successful business. Not being the marrying kind, as they say, I live by myself. For the past several years I have employed the services of a housekeeper. Maria is a lovely, hardworking woman who has done wonderful work for me. She came here from Brazil seeking a better life for herself and her daughter after her husband was murdered. Twice a week for the last eight years Maria has cleaned my home as well as helping me prepare for parties and other special occasions. We have become very close, almost like family. I look forward to seeing her every week.

The first chapter in this story was so well received I decided to continue the story. Thank you to all the people who wrote, your encouragement and criticisms were all greatly apreciated and I hope you enjoy this chapter. I awoke alone the morning after Cindy and I became lovers. She had already left the house by the time I arose. Still, I felt better than I had in years. Some how the sun seemed brighter, the air smelled sweeter. Yeah, its corny but thats how I felt.

A blond teenager, no more than struts past me on the boardwalk, her firm young ass barely covered by a tiny pink bikini. On the beach another young lovely stands and stretches, presenting her full round breasts and flat tummy to anyone who cares to look. Its an endless cornucopia of flesh. Tonight I will be fucking one of these girls. Lust is an incredible motivator. A year ago a friend and I were ogling the young beauties on the beach and bemoaning the fact that we could no longer attract such women.

The following story and the subsequent stories Im going to write about Emily are completely fictitious. Theres no real Emily, or is she based on anyone I know. She is just, in my mind, the quintessential slut that inhabits my most perverted fantasies. All of the stories in the "Emily, The Good Time Girl" series are written Some might find Emily exaggerated in a lot of ways, but she is and always was a fantasy and isnt supposed to be more than that. -EB I am a slut. I use the word to describe myself not in a derogatory way but as a title to be proud of. Nothing makes me happier than to take cock, multiple cocks in every hole, especially my mouth.