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Men are so easy to manipulate. A girl can get just about anything she wants if she's willing to use sex as bait. Once a man starts thinking with his penis instead of his head, everything else is easy.

Last week, for example, I needed some help moving from my old apartment to the new one I had just rented. Now, I could have paid for help, but I needed at least two guys, maybe three, to help with the heavy stuff. So I decided to trade for it.

Friday night, I had a date with Randy. I was pretty sure that wouldn't be a problem. Randy had asked several times before I agreed to go out with him. I knew he wanted my bod, and I was pretty sure we could work something out.

Sure enough, when Randy arrived Friday night, he didn't need much persuading. I met him at the front door with a kiss, which he didn't expect, and stuck my tongue deep in his mouth, which he really didn't expect. Then I raised myself up on tiptoes to press my tits against his chest, wrapped my arms around his neck, and pushed my pussy up against his crotch. It took me less than five seconds to hook him and about 15 minutes to land him.

Randy may have been surprised, but it didn't take him long to get the idea. After a couple of hot, wet kisses, he picked me up and carried me to the sofa. I let my head fall back, eyes closed, and he nuzzled my neck, nibbled at my throat, sucking the skin in between his teeth and nipping at me. He laid me down on the sofa carefully and immediately moved his hands between my breasts and started to unfasten the buttons of my blouse.

"I hope you don't mind," I told him. "I thought we'd get this out of the way first so we can relax and have fun this evening."

"It's okay by me, Jackie," Randy said hoarsely, opening the last button and spreading the sides of my blouse to reveal my bra-encased tits.

Men seem to think I have pretty tits. They're just the right size, I think. Big enough to swell out from my chest, small enough to be pert and firm. You can hardly tell when I'm not wearing a bra, except that sometimes my nipples show through. My nipples get excited very easily, and even the soft cotton of a tee shirt will get them standing up if I'm moving around.

Randy dropped his head and kissed the tops of my breasts. I was wearing an underwire bra which lifted them into bulging mounds even lying on my back. He pushed his tongue between them and licked into the valley, rubbing along the side of my tits. The bra's fastener was in front, and Randy quickly unhooked it. He pulled it apart and set my tits free.

My nipples were already getting hard, and the cooler air made them tighten even more. Then Randy lowered his head and took one of them in his mouth and sucked on it. Oh, it felt good. It felt like he was sucking my whole body out through my tit. It made my toes curl.

Then he did the same thing to the other tit. He also licked the nipple with his rough tongue and pulled on it with his lips and nibbled his way all around it and across the soft underside. Oooh, I love it when somebody kisses my tits. They're so sensitive.

Not wanting Randy to feel left out, I slid a hand down to his waist, found his bulging prick where it was pushing out against his pants, and covered it with my palm. Wrapping my hand around it through the material of his pants, I pulled up and down on it a few times, and I could feel it swell in my hand.

Taking a cue from me, Randy slid his own hand down from the tit it had been squeezing across my stomach and onto my thigh. He found the hem of my miniskirt and slipped his hand under it onto my bare leg. His hand was warm as it gently stroked the inside of my thigh. He brushed the back of his hand up along the other thigh and under my skirt to my belly, his fingers trailing lightly across my pussy in the process. That sent a tingle through me all right.

Randy's hand lay on top of my panties just above my pussy. He worked it around and slid his finger under the elastic of around one leg. His fingers brushed my pussy hair, slid down along the crease between my leg and pussy, scratched gently at my thigh and then, finally, slid across the wet lips of my cunt. Ummmmm, good!

In appreciation, I unbuckled Randy's belt, slipped the catch at his waist and slid his zipper down. He shifted position to give me better access and rubbed his finger along my pussy again. I slid my hand under the elastic of his underpants and found his cock, which was hard and throbbing. My palms were damp, and I grasped his prick in my fingers, sliding them up and down on his swelling dick and rubbing my palm against the head.

Randy seemed to like that. He pushed his hips back and forth, sliding his cock in and out of my fingers. And, turning his hand, he fingered my slit, working his fingers between the slick lips. He found my hole and pushed a finger into me. I was so wet he didn't have any trouble getting it in. It slid right up into me as far as his finger could reach. Randy cupped his hand over my pussy with his finger stuck deep into my love tunnel and waggled it inside me. I could feel it moving inside my tightly clinging cunt.

I helped him slide his finger in and out, using my hips to fuck his finger. At the same time, I worked on his cock, pulling on it and then pressing it against his stomach and rubbing the underside with my damp palm. Randy pulled his finger out of my hole and moved it up higher where he rubbed it against my clit, rolling his finger around and around it.

Usually, I like a lot of playing around before getting down to business. Both of us were really hot, though, and I could tell this was going to be a straight out, hell for leather ride. Randy was in no mood to play around, and I was in no mood to stop him.

"Let's get naked," Randy said. "I want to see all of you when I fuck you."

"Yes," I said. "I want you, too. I want to feel your chest against my tits when you're inside me."

He pulled back away from me and stood up. With a quick move, he stripped his shirt over his head, revealing a slim but well-defined chest and flat stomach. He pushed his pants and underwear over his hips and down his legs. Raising a leg in turn, he slipped them over his heels, stripping off his socks at the same time, and stood completely naked in front of me.

I smiled at him and sat up. With a shrug of my shoulders, my blouse and bra came free and I laid them to one side. Moving my hands to my hips, I lifted my loins up from the sofa and wriggled my skirt and panties down. I pulled them over my feet, and I was naked, too.

Randy knelt beside the sofa and put his arms around me. Hugging me tightly and kissing me passionately, he leaned me back gradually until I was lying on the couch. He lifted my legs onto the sofa, then climbed up between them.

Neither asking permission nor apologizing, Randy pushed his legs up between mine, forcing my thighs up and apart until his hairy thighs press against my naked butt. He leaned on one hand and, using his other hand to guide it, aimed the head of his cock straight for my cunt. I reached down with both my hands. With one hand, I used a finger on either side of my dripping pussy to spread the lips wide and give him a clear target. With the other hand, I took hold of his prick just below the head and guided it to me.

When he saw that I had it handled, Randy pulled his hand away, bracing himself now with both arms. He let his hips come forward, pushing his cock at me. I led it to the wet slit between my legs and placed the nose between the slick lips of my pussy. As Randy pressed forward, I worked the head in a circle, coating him with my flowing juices. He gave a little shove with his hips, and the thick head pushed between the lips of my pussy and started into me.

I kept my fingers spread wide so that the lips of my cunt were wide open to him. With my other hand, I gradually stuffed him into me until there was no longer room for my hand. Then I moved it out from between us and reached around him to clutch his ass cheek and pull him forward, urging him into me.

Randy took it slowly, letting his hard dick push its way into me gradually. I could feel it spreading me wider, wedging the head deeper into me while the thicker part that followed stretched my pussy from a thin slit to a round tube stuffed full of cock. The best part was the feel of his fat cockhead pushing deeper and deeper into my cunt until finally there was no more room and no more cock. His prick was deep inside me, pushing up against my cervix, buried in the tight folds at the bottom of my love tunnel. The kinky hair around his prick pressed against the sensitive lips of my pussy, and his heavy balls bumped into the crevice of my ass and brushed my asshole.

"Oh, yesssss," I told him, "that's so good, baby. Oh, you've got it all the way in me. I've never been so full of cock."

Randy kept his prick buried in me to the hilt. He made little fucking motions with his hips that forced his cock up against my clit and rubbed it up and down along the broad back of his thick dick. I rolled my hips from side to side, levering his prick and making the head of it wobble around in circles deep inside me.

Randy drew his cock out slowly, lingeringly, until it was almost out of me, just the thick head still gripped between the lips of my cunt, and then he sank it back into me, insistently, pushing it faster and harder back into my pussy until it once again hit bottom. He drew back and did it again, then did it again.

"Ooooh, baby," I told him, "I like that. I like the way you fuck me, lover. Give me that prick, baby. Push it into my pussy, yes, like that. Ummmmm. Yes, honey, fuck my pussy. Give it to me."

Randy threw his cock into me with greater urgency, pumping it in and out of my clinging cunt. I fucked him back, pushing my hips up to meet his thrusts, then drawing back, dragging the lips of my pussy along his cock. He let his whole weight press against me and slid his hands down under my butt, pulling my ass up to meet his penetrating prick as it pushed into my pussy again and again.

"Oooooh, yes, baby," I panted, "let me have it. Shove your prick into me. My pussy wants you, baby. It wants your cock in me, it wants to be fucked by your big cock. Ooooh, I love that. It feels so good when you push it into me like that. Yes, honey, that's it. Fuck me."

Suddenly, I knew I was going to cum. My panting was coming in gasps now and the passion rose inside me. I could feel the quivering deep inside me, shooting out in waves each time Randy's prick rubbed against my clit. I was starting to lose control, as I do when I really cum, starting to make little cries that get louder and louder even when I try not to make noise, feeling the waves of pleasure getting stronger and stronger as the cock that was pinning me to the sofa plunged in and out of my pussy.

Randy was on the edge, too. He slammed his prick in and out of my grasping cunt. I was shaking my hips and rolling them around and pushing up to meet the cock that was forcing its way deep inside me only to pull out and then push back all the way into me. Randy's arms were trembling and then he gave a hoarse cry and shoved his cock even deeper in my pussy. I felt his cum spurt up through his prick and jet into me. That was all I needed, and I came, too, crying and thrashing my head from side to side and throwing my cunt up as he shoved his prick into me. Randy was shaking and groaning as he came in my pussy, jet after jet of hot cum spurting into me. We ground against each other. I pushed my cunt up around his cock, forcing my clit against him to trigger more waves of pleasure.

Both of us collapsed in exhaustion. Randy's still hard cock was buried all the way into my pussy, throbbing now and then and swelling inside me as the last of his cum was pumped into my welcoming cunt. I used the muscles of my pussy to milk him, squeezing his prick and pulling backward slightly, then relaxing and pushing forward to get all of him inside me again.

He hardly noticed when, a few minutes later, I mentioned casually that I needed some help Sunday to move "a few things." I could scarcely keep from laughing when he immediately volunteered to help. Now all I needed was a couple more helpers. It could wait for tomorrow. I relaxed and enjoyed the rest of the evening with Randy.

Saturday morning when I got up, I made my plans. I had a date with Eddie that night, and I was pretty sure I could enlist his help with a little persuasion. But I wanted to get somebody else to help if I could. There were some heavy things to move down from my second-floor apartment and carry up another flight of stairs to my new one. A third worker made sense and, besides, I was enjoying the recruitment. I set out to find a candidate.

Hopping in my car, I checked out some possibilities. Mike wasn't in his apartment nor was he down at the pool. Joe wasn't home, and the guy he shared the house with didn't know when he was back. I considered Max, the roommate, briefly, but decided that might cause trouble with Joe. I was running out of possibilities unless I wanted to start scraping the barrel, but then I thought of David. I had my fingers crossed when I rang the bell at his apartment.

I was in luck. The stereo was playing and blared out when David answered the door. He was dressed in a pair of tan corduroy shorts and, as far as I could see, not much else.

"Hi, Jackie!" he said, waving me past him and into the apartment. "What's up?"

We had dated quite a bit a couple of years before. Now we were just good friends, although not beyond an occasional friendly fuck for old times' sake.

"Well," I said, "I need a favor. Do you think you could help me move on Sunday?"

I could tell he wasn't thrilled with the idea. He sighed and sat down on his sofa. I dropped down on the other end of it. In the ashtray on the crate that served him for a coffee table was a joint, apparently freshly rolled. He stuck it between his lips, lit it, took a drag and handed it to me.

"Jeez, Jackie," he complained. "It wasn't quite what I had in mind for Sunday. I was thinking of taking a drive down the coast, get some sun, maybe scout around. You know..."

What he meant was that he was going to look for a babe. (I knew because that was how we'd met.) That probably meant that he hadn't started seeing anybody regularly, which was a factor in my favor. I took a drag on the joint and passed it back to him.

"Oh, gee," I said, showing some disappointment. "I really need some help." I let my hand rest on his naked chest. "Maybe I could convince you..."

David handed the joint back to me, but I didn't take it. Instead, I dragged my hand slowly down his chest and across his stomach. When I got to his shorts, I straightened my fingers and slipped them into the waist.

"Whoa," David said. "What's going on here?"

"Nothing much," I said, "just offering to trade a favor for a favor." I got my fingers under his waistband but couldn't get my hand in; it was too tight for that. But his dick was pointed northward, and I could just reach the head of it with my fingertips. I scratched gently on the head with my fingernails and felt it swell under them.

"Jeez, Jackie," David said, sucking his breath in through his teeth, "you're putting me between a rock and a hard place here." He put his hand on my wrist, preventing me from pushing my hand deeper, although I was still able to rub the head of his cock with my fingertips.

"What's the matter, David?" I asked. "Have you forgotten how good a lay I am?"

"Nooo," he said, "that's not it."

"Then what?"

"Well, if you have to know, I was out with Melanie last night, and she and I kind of got it on..." He couldn't help giving a cocky grin, "...more than once. So, I don't know if I even can..."

I laughed, and with a quick move of my arm, pushed my hand past the waistband and into the cramped pocket inside his shorts. I wrapped my fingers around his cock, still screened from my bare flesh by his cotton underpants, and squeezed it gently. I slid my palm up and down on it, making the loose flesh slip up and down on the firm rod inside.

"How about a little bet?" I said. "I'll bet I can get you hard and make you cum in less than 15 minutes. If I win, you help me Sunday."

David considered it a moment. "And if you lose?"

"Then," I said, "I'll keep going until you do cum, and you don't have to do anything for me."

"The way I feel," David said, "keeping going might not do any good, and anyway I might not want to. How's this? If you can't make me cum in 15 minutes, you'll come over next weekend and stay all night and do anything I want."

Now it was my turn to consider. I already had a date for next Saturday, but I could break it if by some weird chance I actually lost the bet. So, it looked to me like the worst thing that could happen to me was to spend a weekend getting fucked from stem to stern by David, which wasn't such a terrible punishment after all.

"Okay," I agreed, "you're on."

"So," said David, glancing around, "where do you want to do this?"

"Right here is just fine," I told him. I pulled my hand out of his waistband and put my fingers on the button at the top. "You want to check the time?"

David over his shoulder to the clock on the kitchen wall. It was a little over twenty minutes to 11 a.m.

"Call it 20 minutes 'til," he said, giving me a little extra time. "You got until 5 minutes to 11."

Dropping to my knees in front of him, I slipped the top button of his shorts and pulled the zipper down -- not rushing, just undressing him. When it was down, I took hold of his shorts and underpants on either side and said "Lift up." When David raised his hips, I tugged his shorts and underwear over his butt and down to his knees. I dragged them down to his ankles and slipped his feet out of them.

David's healthy sized dick lay limply on his stomach, although it had been stirring a minute ago. This wasn't going to be easy. I stood up and walked quickly to the refrigerator. I fished in the freezer section and came up with a piece of crushed ice, which I brought back with me. I popped it into my mouth.

Kneeling in front of David again, I took his limp prick in the fingers of my right hand and, holding it up as straight as possible, lowered my lips until they touched the end of it very, very slightly.

"Um," said David, "your lips are cold." He shifted his hips a little to one side, but his cock twitched in my fingers. I moved my mouth back to the head and kissed it. It twitched again. I tucked the sliver of ice under my tongue and wrapped my lips around the head of David's dick and sucked on it, using my tongue to scrub up and down on the sensitive underside of it.

"Wow," David said, "THAT's different!" His prick responded to the combination of heat and cold in my mouth. I felt it swell between my lips. The shaft was definitely firmer. I pushed my mouth downward. He was still small enough that I could get all of his cock in my mouth. I popped the sliver of ice out from under my tongue and pushed it against the bottom side of his prick. It swelled rapidly in my mouth.

I love sucking cock. I love everything about it. I like the first touch of my lips to the head of a cock and the feel of it sliding past my lips and into my mouth. In some ways, I like smaller pricks better, because I can get more of them in my mouth and breathe easier while I'm licking and sucking them. But big cocks are fun, too, even when they're so big I can only get the head and a little of the shaft into my mouth.

With a smaller dick, I can deep-throat it, letting it push all the way into my mouth and nudge the back of my throat. If it's not too big, I can take it in that way and swallow the tip of it. That really seems to turn guys on, feeling my throat muscles work on the head of their cock way in there. I like being able to clasp a prick in my lips and keep my lips tight around it like a rubber ring as I slide my head down onto it all the way to the bottom.

With a big cock, I have to concentrate on the head, licking and sucking it and bobbing up and down on it. I can twist my head around, wrapping my tongue tightly against it with suction. I can try to get as much in my mouth as possible, straining as wide as I can and press my head forward until no more will go in. I can nibble all around it and up and down the shaft. I can stick my tongue out and slide it back and forth under the head and along the stiff rod.

One thing I know guys really like is the way I use my hands on their cocks while I'm sucking them. Once I get their pricks good and wet, I play with their dicks while I'm blowing them. The truth is, I'm really jacking them off into my mouth. I wrap my fingers around the shaft tightly and slide them up and down, making the skin slide up and down over the hard inside.

Sometimes I even get juice from my pussy on my fingers to make it slicker, more like my slippery cunt, so that I can squeeze tighter and still slide my fingers on their cocks. What really gets them is when I keep my hand against my mouth, extending the wet sucking action of my lips and mouth with my clinging, sliding fingers. I pump my hand up and down over their cocks, with my mouth at the top opening so that their prick slides out of my hand and right between my lips, pushing deeper into my warm mouth. Then I pull my head and hand back together, so that my fingers come up to slide along the shaft and over the head as it emerges from my mouth.

I did all that stuff with David, whose cock was medium large -- a mouthful but not impossible. At first, I licked all around the head of his dick, sucking on the head and playing with it with my tongue. I held it up straight and licked up on the underside, then pushed the head between my lips and into my mouth.

I could get about half his prick in my mouth, which left the other half to hold onto. I kept pushing my lips down onto his cock, squeezing him with my mouth and fingers, and then pulling back up, gripping his cock with my hand and dragging my lips along it. He was good and wet, so I was jacking him off, too, pumping my hand up and down his meat.

"Ahhhhh, baby," David sighed. "You know that feels great. I love to stick my dick in your mouth. I love the way you suck it, baby. You're so good. Your mouth drives me crazy. That's it, honey. Go down on me. Suck it. Suck on it."

We were making progress, but I was getting slightly worried about my bet. I couldn't see the clock, but I guessed we were somewhere around 10 minutes into this. David was clearly enjoying my attentions, but he was in no hurry to lose the bet, even if that meant he would cum.

Taking my other hand, I slipped it in the leg of my shorts and under the elastic. Extending a finger, I pushed it slowly into my pussy, which was slick and wet by now. I moved it in and out a couple of times, getting my finger good and slippery. It felt good to have the finger sliding in and out of my cunt. I wiggled my finger around inside me, working it in and out.

Then, slowly drawing it out, I slipped it under David's balls and into the crack of his ass. David's eyes popped open as my finger plunged up his asshole, pushing its way deep into his butt.

"God!" he said, "take it easy!"

I ignored him. If he could shove his fat dick up my asshole, which he had done more than once, I was sure he could take my finger in his. I pushed harder, burying my finger deeper into his butt. It went in to the hilt. David tried to move away from my penetrating finger, but that just shoved his cock into my mouth. I squeezed it with my hand, let it slide out of my mouth, and twisted my fingers around it just under the head, sliding in the slick wetness.

I kept pushing my finger into his butt, relaxing slightly, and then pushing it up his asshole again. His cock swelled up and got hard as a rock, stretched as tight as could be. I got a taste of pre-cum in my mouth and knew he was getting close.

I started throwing my head frantically up and down on David's cock, pushing it in and out of my mouth, twisting my fingers around it, shoving my finger up his ass. Caught between my probing finger and my sucking, licking mouth, David started to lose control. His eyes were closed, his whole body limp except for the straining cock muscle between my lips. He was trembling all over, pushing his prick up to me, then pulling back and impaling his asshole on my finger. I sucked hard on the whole length of his cock.

With a shout and a convulsive jerk, David came into my mouth. Whatever he had been up to the night before, there was still plenty of cum left. It shot into my throat in ropy jets of salty, warm pudding. I love it when they cum in my mouth. David's cum spurted against the back of my throat in a series of rapid jets. I swallowed rapidly, getting it all, my throat making loud noises as I gulped his cum down, fighting for breath.

With a shudder that shook his entire body, David relaxed. I pulled my finger out of his asshole slowly but kept my mouth on his cock, pumping slowly up and down to get the last of his cum, then just holding it in my mouth and sucking on it gently as it got too sensitive for anything stronger. David pushed his cock slowly in and out of my throat, sliding his gradually deflating dick over my tongue.

He looked up at the clock, and I followed his glance. It was 12 minutes before 11. He smiled at me.

"Well, I guess you won your bet," he said. "What time do you want me to come on Sunday."

"As for coming," I said, "you're on your own. But if you could show up around noon, that would be great."

"You're on," David promised.

That night, Eddie and I went out to dinner and then caught a movie later. As it turned out, Eddie was a pushover. He quickly agreed to help me the following day. It didn't hurt that I asked him if he could stay over and help me.

But then I got in trouble when I mentioned the two other guys that were coming to help. You'd think he'd be glad for the help, but instead he seemed more interested in just who these guys were and why they were willing to help me. I had to lie a little to calm him down, and I could tell that his feeling were still hurt.

After the movie, we sat in my living room for a while, having a last glass of wine and sharing a joint. Then we started kissing and fooling around. Pretty soon, Eddie had his hand inside my blouse, and I was squeezing his prick where it bulged out his pants, a nice fat cock. The grass was making me feel warm and a little spaced out, like I was there but watching instead of doing.

Eddie's hand on my tit felt good. He had the top buttons loose so that he had plenty of room. First, he cupped it in his hand, squeezing gently but firmly, then he slipped his fingers into my bra and tweaked my nipple. I felt both of them pucker up like taut little pebbles. I was horny, believe it or not. Randy has just been a warm up and that was 24 hours before. David had stirred me up again without giving me satisfaction. Poor Eddie was in for a workout.

"Let's go into the bedroom," I said huskily, giving his dick one last stroke. "We might as well be comfortable."

"Sure," Eddie said, pulling his hand out of my bra. We got up and walked hand in hand into my bedroom, turning out lights as we went. I pointed Eddie toward the bed.

"Why don't you get in bed?" I suggested. "I'll be out in just a minute." I got my robe from my closet, hiding a little surprise for Eddie under it, and went into the bathroom.

In the bathroom, I quickly stripped off all my clothes. I dabbed perfume in the follow of my throat, on my wrists, between my breasts, and on my thighs. Then I slipped into the surprise for Eddie, a camisole in red silk and black lace, with matching panties cut high on my hips. I wrapped my robe back around me, a short robe that came to mid-thigh, took a deep breath, let it out and went back into the bedroom, pulling the bathroom door almost closed so that muted light came into the bedroom.

Eddie had turned out all the lights. He was under the covers but sitting up in bed, the pillows propped up behind his back, watching me. I walked over to the bed and sat on the side across from him. He reached out for me and pulled me down beside him.

He gave me a kiss that started slow and easy and kept getting hotter and stronger. He pushed his tongue into my mouth and I opened to welcome it. We licked each other's tongues for a while. Then he moved his probing tongue to my ear, licking around the hole and then plunging the tip of his tongue into it, sending chills through me.

My eyes were adjusting to the dark room. The covers had slipped off Eddie while we were rolling around. I let my eyes slide down across his deep chest, across his flat stomach, and lower. His prick was lying on his thigh, neither hard nor soft, but somewhere in between. I reached down and took it in my hand, which made it swell and strain against my palm. My earlier impression was right -- this was a major league cock.

Eddie rolled me onto my back and untied my robe, then pulled it open.

"Wow," he said. "That's pretty." He slid the robe off my shoulders and tossed it onto the floor. For a moment, Eddie didn't say anything, just let his eyes wander up and down my body. I lay back, hands up near my head, and let him look. I like being looked at, and Eddie seemed to like what he saw.