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“And over here is the Exercise Room.” The building manager, Kyle Poirer, led me thru the apartment laundry room and gestured me through a door on the far side.

It couldn’t be called a “gym”, but the small room was well-equipped for a good workout. A stationary bicycle, a stair-simulator thing, a rowing machine, and the universal contraption of weights and pulleys. A few exercise mats lay on the carpet. A mirror spanned the west wall.

I waved a hand to encompass the room. “Is there a sign up list or schedule?”

Mr. Poirer grinned, putting his hands on his slim hips. “Nope. The place isn’t used a whole lot. Me and my wife are the only regular jocks in the whole building. Other tenants come and go.” He looked me up and down, head cocked. “Judging by your build, I guess we’re going to have to share.”

His frank assessment of my body made me squirm a little inside. I put on what I hoped was a cool poker face, but I’m not used to having anyone check out my form, let alone another man.

I smiled back, mustering my confidence. “I’m one of those rarest of the rare. A man who kept his New Year’s resolution. It’s taking me nearly a year to get to this stage, Mr. Poirer, and I’d hate to slide now.”

Mr. Poirer shook his head. “Kyle, please. I’d hate to see all that fine work go to waste. You should be very proud of that body you’ve created.”

Kyle’s physique was toned and solid, readily obvious under the unseasonable shorts and t-shirt. Another fellow who maybe was a bit conceited about the hard body hard work had produced. I had to admit to myself that after the years of blubber body, I was feeling that sort of smug.

I had a ways to go to reach the buff state of Kyle, but I took some egotistical pride in my full head of curly dark hair to his thinning grey fringe. I also had about 5 cents of height and several kilos of weight.

“And I’m Zach. I guess I’m taking the apartment.”

“Excellent! Leslie Ann, my wife, was sure we wouldn’t get a nibble on the vacancy until the cold snap broke. She’ll eat you with a spoon!” Kyle slapped me heartily on the shoulder.

“Well, uh…good stuff.” I cast about, uneasy at the excessive enthusiasm. “Say, what’s behind that door?”

“Oops!” Kyle strode the few steps to a door in the southeast corner of the exercise room. He opened it and disappeared. His voice came back with a slight echo. “Let me find that stupid light switch…ah, here we go. C’mon in.”

A narrow corridor with blank wall down the left hand side and a series of narrow doors on the right. The smell of cleanser with a hint of “swimming pool” hung in the air.

Kyle indicated the door near him. “Toilet.” The next door was frosted glass. “Shower.” The final door was dark wood. “Sauna.” Intrigued, I opened the sauna door and peered in at the compact room with benches and heater. “Nice looking little unit.” I wandered down. “A shower, eh? That’s a nice touch.” I opened the frosty door and stepped in to judge if the thing was a decent size. Not bad. Surprisingly roomy, actually.

“It’s freakin’ mind-blowin’ freezing out there!” An exasperated female voice complained to the universe. “I can’t believe we ever moved to this city! One side my studly one, but mama needs a sauna before her nipples pop off!”

I smiled at the rude sentiment. Some folks couldn’t cope when winter got nasty. I stepped out of the shower stall to greet my new landlady. What I saw was a fluffy mint green terry cloth robe hanging on a hook and Kyle Poirer tossing his shirt to one side.

I blinked.

Bending at the waist, Kyle skinned out of his shorts with a smooth swipe of his palms down his thighs. He grinned at me as he did that little marching in place step to clear his feet of the shorts. The muscles of his buff nude body didn’t jiggle much to the beat, but his dangling penis did. Soft but sizeable, it was hard to ignore as it bounced around.

I blinked again, becoming aware my mouth was drooping open.

“Leslie Ann is in the sauna. I’m going in to keep her company.” He applied toe to heel and pried off his sneakers, one after another. Now totally naked from bald crown to toes, Kyle strode to the entrance and closed the door to the exercise room. He padded back to me, still smiling. “She would be tickled to death to meet you.”

I gulped and tried to focus my wits. “Ummm…I…umm”. Kyle adopted his favourite pose of hands on hips. It was very hard to know where to focus my gaze. I think my discombobulation at his nakedness was giving him way too much fun.

The sauna door opened and Leslie Ann Poirer (I assume) stepped into the narrow hallway. “What’s the holdup out here?”

Now I was about a meter away from two stark naked strangers. Leslie Ann’s body was the firm female equivalent of her husband’s. I had a general impression of a strong, yet lovely face and stylish black hair. However, when I see naked women, my eyes zoom to the “naughty bits”. Can’t help it.

Her tits were great. Aging a bit, but still a pair of wonders with stunningly erect puffy nipples. I saw a full, but trimmed, triangle of black pubic hair.

This impression was gathered in a flick of the eyes. I came back to look into her deep green-grey eyes. These were wide with surprise and then crinkling with humour and interest. She leaned coyly against the open door and cast a look to her husband. “Who have we here, studly?” Her big eyes came back to me. She made no attempt to hide her naked charms as she gave me an assessment.

“This is Zach McAllister. He’s agreed to move in to 305.”

“Great!” Leslie Ann gave a little happy jump that set her body into heart-pounding quivering motion. Then she shivered. “Well, it’s not so simple as all that. We have to have a little interview and establish your character and such. We don’t want any mooks in this building. C’mon in and we’ll chat!”

With that, she shivered again and disappeared inside. Kyle supplied me with a wink and a shrug and followed his sultry wife into the growing heat of the sauna. I stood alone in the corridor. I struggled to make sense of this wild turn of events. Then I noticed that certain parts of my body weren’t so confused. My penis strained at the front of my jeans, apparently eager as hell to be part of a real life porn movie.

My upper head had nothing to offer. Total tilt. So, follow the tradition of men thru history and let my copilot do my thinking. I hung the parka I had been carrying on a hook. I stripped off my clothes with increasing eagerness. In seconds my cock bounced free in the cool air, finishing its expansion to full size. I loved it. I’ve always had a strong latent streak of exhibitionism in my soul so simply being barebeam and buck naked in a strange, relatively public space gave me serious wood. The fact that in a second I would be sharing my nudity with two handsome strangers in close quarters made my heart pound and my blood race.

I took hold of the wooden door handle, had a final deep breath and yanked it open.

A wave of heat washed over me as I stepped nimbly inside to the wooden slat floor. I snugged the door shut and turned to face my hosts. I mimicked Kyle’s favourite stance and put my hands on my hips, stating in clear body language I wasn’t going to be the timid one. The little muscle in my groin made my boner bounce, looking curiously about.

Kyle reclined as best he could in the cozy space. His legs stretched out on to the bench opposite him, ankles wide. His right hand cushioned his head against the wall and the other idly stroked Leslie Ann’s long flank. His cock stood flagrantly on display, full erect. He had a couple of cents on me, but I fancied my stout feller was thicker.

Judging Kyle’s size became a distant second to letting my eyes travel down Leslie Ann’s beautiful curves. She stretched the length of the bench so her head rested on her husband’s left pectoral. While he caressed her skin, she idly played her fingertips over his torso, dancing down to Kyle’s pubic hair and back. Leslie Ann’s large dark eyes regarded me from under long lashes. She smiled lazily and sat up. The move caused her delightful breasts to bobble and shift. The puffy pink nipples hadn’t diminished much. Possibly they were extended from something other than cold now.

“Zach, come sit down.” Leslie Ann patted the bench beside her. Kyle sat up so I’d sit between them. “I can tell already you’re going to fit into this building very well indeed.”

I sidestepped around the heater, keeping my hands clear so as not to obscure the sight of my cock bobbling and wobbling. When in Rome, do as the crazed exhibitionistic naked Romans do.

I sat. The toasty wooden slats pressed into my buttocks. I could feel the heat radiating from the sauna’s unit, but I swear I could feel a more potent radiation coming from Leslie Ann’s softly gleaming skin. I let my eyes idle their way up those ivory curves until I locked gazes with Leslie Ann’s twinkling deep brown eyes. She raised an eyebrow and quirked a smile.

I smiled slightly and shrugged. “When it comes to apartment renting, interviews go both ways.”

“Very true.” Leslie Ann leaned in closer. I could feel her breath on the newly formed sweat on my skin. I managed to keep my eyes steady on her, shattering all personal records for keeping cool. A year of self-image improvement paying off.

The sauna’s heat had brought up a sheen of sweat on all the exposed naked flesh. I lay so I wasn’t quite touching a sexy woman with her husband equally close on the other side. They kept up the erotic game, winding the tension higher and higher.

“Do you have a steady job?” Leslie Ann’s lidded eyes smouldered into mine mere centimeters away. Her breath smelled faintly of oregano.

“Um, yes. I’m a freelance artist but the work is coming pretty steadily.”

“How interesting! Do you do portraits?” Kyle’s hands moved independently of his conversation. He reached across me to touch his wife. With casual light strokes, he began to trace his fingertips over Leslie Ann’s sultry flesh. They traced up her thigh and up over the smooth hill of her womanly hip, skiing down the trim waist. His forearm grazed off the hair of my chest and belly.

“Oh, uh. I have done a few.”

“Nudes?”

“Whenever possible.”

“We’ll have to keep that in mind for next year’s Christmas cards. The photographs we usually send are getting stale.”

As my fevered mind ricocheted off to think of how large a circle of friends such lusty extroverts would have to have in order to exchange nude holiday greetings. While the sexual wonders of such a social circle momentarily dazzled me, Leslie Ann took to stroking Kyle. Like him, her fingers only made minimal contact over his muscular body, keeping away from his rampant cock as he was avoiding her turgid nipples and swollen pussy lips.

I had two arms reaching across me, ever-so faintly making “accidental” contact with my sweating skin at random moments. The two hedonists, just to reach other of course, came ever closer on each side of me. The sultriest, hottest bookends a man could fantasize about.

My breathing was getting a bit laboured.

Kyle spoke up “So, you work out of your home on your own schedule? That’ll leave you plenty of time to exercise down here whenever you want, with whoever you want.”

Leslie Ann’s eyes closed as Kyle carefully did a close orbit of her left nipple, index finger pressing slightly into the breast. Her body gave a minute shudder before she huskily added, “That’ll be great. I look forward to working up a sweat with you again.”

“I get the apartment then?”

Leslie Ann’s breath was even more ragged than mine. Her eyes were boiling hot chocolate as she said thru gritted teeth. “Only if you plow that cock in me now and fuck me like there’s no tomorrow!”

Kyle laughed as Leslie Ann sprang to her feet like a tiger. “You win Zach! Leslie Ann’ll never accept she’s too hot-blooded a slut to ever win a ‘staring contest’.”

I only heard this with half an ear. I was too busy being subjected to the luscious result of my victory. Leslie Ann flattened me down on my back, took a firm hot grip on my desperately hard penis and lined the fat purple head up into her pussy lips. I barely registered this contact when she sank down on to me in one fierce thrust. I moaned a chest-deep growl of delight as my cock was gripped in the sweet heat of her buttery hard cunt. My eyes closed and the back of my head thunked against the bench as I gave a long growling moan. It had been so goddamn long since I had fucked. Nothing can match the sensation of rock hard cock in the slippery grip of a hot cunt. Nothing.

I came to reality enough to hear Leslie Ann giving stuttering growls of her own. “Oh, Kyle, his cock is so nice and fat. I love it.”

“Then fuck him, you slut, fuck him!”

And she did. Though Leslie Ann’s order had been for me to fuck her like there was no tomorrow, she was doing the majority of the work. The muscles in her thighs bunched and relaxed as Leslie Ann started to ride me. The muscles in her cunt were as trained as those in the rest of her body. The sexual massage my straining penis was getting had my eyes rolling around in my thrashing head. Each downthrust squelched our pubic hairs together and my balls touched her ass. Each rising nearly lost contact, but somehow the head of my cock never quite left her dripping lips.

Leslie Ann’s grapefruit-sized tits bounced lusciously. The sweat now dripped off her like rain, spraying my hot skin and rolling with my perspiration. Her hair came only to her shoulders but somehow it whipped like a flag as she flung her head from side to side.

“Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck…”

“ahohaahhhhgawdahhhh…”

I don’t know who was making which animal noise that filled the sauna. I wanted to run my hands over every square cent of her radiant skin. I wanted to squeeze those tits and pinch those fat nipples. I couldn’t do either because I had to clutch the narrow bench beneath me or we’d flounder off from the violence of Leslie Ann’s fucking ride. I had to settle for the raunchy delight of seeing her writhe and buck.

The intensity of it all brought my orgasm up in short order.

“I can’t hold…much…longer…gonna cum…”

“Yes, cum, cum, cum…” Leslie Ann clawed at her pussy, frigging her clit for the last jolt she needed. Her scream of satisfaction must have been heard on the street. Her writhing, moving body froze like a statue above me. One of the sexiest triggers for me is the sound of a woman in orgasm. I chanced our stability as I grabbed Leslie Ann’s hips and brought her down as hard as I could while my hips drove my erupting cock as deep as I could. Gotta go deep, deep deeeeeepppp…my muscles strained as I fired blast after blast.

We didn’t cum at the same time, but Leslie Ann and I unclenched simultaneously. My muscles went limp and gravity sucked me down on to the bench. Leslie Ann collapsed forward, and I dimly sighed in gratification as I finally made contact with all that hot, sopping wet skin. She gasped and purred in my ear and I gasped and grunt-chuckled into her’s. I brought my leaden arms up to run my palms over her skin, skimming sweat off her heaving back.

My softening cock slipped free of Leslie Ann’s gooey heaven. I felt I could lie there forever with her hot body pressing down into me. I flexed my pecs to better savour her breasts sliding and across my chest and my own nipples. The sweet feeling of a mouth washing around my prick, cleaning it off. Leslie Ann let a lazy tongue lick my ear. My cock stopped retreating and regained some iron.

The stupidity of stampeding sex faded, finally letting my brain be heard. I had forgotten all about Kyle in the glory of fucking Leslie Ann. It didn’t take stupendous powers of deduction to conclude that my cock was now being sucked, and sucked very well, by another man.

I’ve let my latent exhibitionism run loose a few times in my life. Nude beaches and the like. My secret bi-curiousity has never seen the light of day, even if it has enlivened many jerk-off sessions. In for a penny, in for a pound…

I whispered softly into Leslie Ann’s ear. “Your husband is one helluva cocksucker.” To make my acceptance plain, I made a little satisfied yummy noise.

“Ooooh, baby, you’re definitely going to like this apartment building…” Leslie Ann grinned at me before laying a long, sloppy kiss on me. As our tongues wrestled, Kyle slurped on my sausage, cleaning off all the assorted cum juices.

Sexual fantasies were erupting in my mind like a chain of volcanoes. Since puberty hit 30 odd years ago, my masturbation sessions had featured torrid visions of lust. The major love of my life had helped realize several of those fantasies in our time together. However, porno-style spontaneous sex with strangers, encounters with multiple partners and naked gropings with another man had all been left in fantasy land.

Until this morning.

Fantasies made flesh in the slippery form of Leslie Ann writhing slowly along my body (while checking to see if I had tonsils with her agile tongue) and Kyle’s superb sucking efforts, made my sexual energy reach atomic levels. Totally buried the needle on the dial. My cock returned to full power.

Leslie Ann withdrew from our kiss, keeping my bottom lip in her teeth for a long moment before letting it snap back. She brought her luscious form erect, dragging her sopping pussy along my torso. I could feel the wet hairs tickle along my stomach and chest.

“You’re getting your cock all nice and clean, but what about my poor full pussy?”

For reply, I only smiled and stuck my tongue up into the air, wiggling it in invitation. I had a glimpse of Leslie Ann’s smiling face framed by wet hair before my vision was obscured by beautiful pussy.

I love licking pussy. I love burying my face into the soft folds and smearing my cheeks with the tangy juices. I love bumping my nose into the clit. And this is what I did. It had been a long time since I had enjoyed this treat, but by sounds of Leslie Ann’s oohs and ahs, the technique was coming back to me. When she gripped my hair and scalp in both fists, I knew I still had the touch.

This time I had a distraction. My penis was nearly as hard as before my wild fuck ride and Kyle’s mouth was hard to ignore. My buttocks clenched and my hips oscillated to the blowjob.

Leslie Ann suddenly came. It wasn’t the explosion of earlier, but rather an abrupt little yodel of delight. The telltale sign was my hair nearly being ripped out as she tried to force my entire head up her cunt. Deep sea divers and pussy lickers both need to have exceptional lung capacity. When the hands grip and the thighs lock down, you hold your breath or learn to breathe pussy juice.

The snappy cum was fortunately short and sweet. Leslie Ann released me, gurgling happily.

“Oh, Murr baby. Your tongue is a treasure.”

“Well, greedy guts, let me experience it. You’ve had two to my zero!”

“Ah, poor hubby left with aching balls? I’m so sorry.”

I wasn’t consulted in the matter as Leslie Ann stood shakily, leaning against the wall for support. She had barely left before Kyle’s legs swung around and over me. My cock was left vibrating and wet in the open air. I had barely time to recover my breath before I had a nut sac dangling above my forehead and a slender, throbbingly erect 18 centimeter penis bouncing across my face like a sausage windshield wiper.

Moment of truth time. Bisexual fantasies generated by my fevered mind while I whacked off were one thing but did I want the reality? A mouth on my cock was a mouth on my cock. I could brush away the detail about that mouth being male or female.

The musky aroma of excited penis filled my nostrils as Kyle’s member bumped my nose.

I decided that the odds were good I wouldn’t turn into a flaming homo. I extended my tongue and, with a long lollipop lick the length of Kyle’s cock, I entered the ranks of the bisexual.

Kyle moaned happily around my penis at my decision. Now that my mind was made up, I felt badly for the guy. I continued to nuzzle the length of his slender cock, kissing it, licking it, nibbling it. I lapped my tongue around the circumcised head, twiddling the peehole. I craned my neck to bounce his balls with my nose. Kyle’s groans and gasps were very encouraging to a beginner.

Finally I adjusted the angle of my head and scoonched my shoulders down a bit until I could take the throbbing man meat into my mouth.

The 69 position is probably not the best way for a rookie cocksucker to learn the game. Even though I was on my second “lazy” orgasm, I was having trouble fully concentrating. I slobbered all over the hot, pulsing meat in my mouth and vacuumed it dry with hard suction. My lips clamped around the rod and my tongue thrashed the velvety head. I was having fun but I think any success I had was more from Kyle’s screaming horniness than my deft skill.

And then the whole length of the erect penis in my mouth pulsed. The head swelled to its fullest extent. My mouth filled with cum. My tongue was awash in the slippery thick stuff. I had sampled my own ejaculate before, as recently as ten minutes ago while lapping Leslie Ann’s fiery cunt. Kyle’s was the same, but different. As I swallowed and swallowed again from the throbbing hose clamped in my mouth, I could hear Kyle’s stunned gasps of pleasure. I could feel those gasps as cool puffs on my wet dick which waggled alone in the steaming sauna air.

Kyle crawled-rolled off me to slump on the bench. He sported a stupid grin as he panted for breath. I sat up, feeling pretty overheated and out of breath myself. Leslie Ann slid up close and I tried to rally myself for a kiss. Instead I got a tongue bath over my face. It didn’t take long. Leslie Ann sat back and made moue of disappointment at me. “You’re a very efficient jism chugger. There’s barely any for me to lick up.”

“If you’re hungry for cum, I think I have a dollop left here for the asking.” I stroked my stiff and slippery cock with a languid fist. I whoofed and shook my head. “But it is getting too hot in here. I’m almost dizzy.”

Kyle nodded “Me too. Let’s hit the showers.”

Leslie Ann sprang up, a gleaming wet dream. “Great idea. I’ll go get it running.” She skipped out the door. The room temperature air that rolled in felt like an arctic blast of refreshment on my superheated skin.

“KEEeerist it’s cold out here!” Leslie Ann’s voice wailed. A moment later the sound of blasting water could be heard. Roused, we lurched to our feet. Kyle flicked the thermostat switch on the sauna heater and we staggered out into the hallway. He went ahead of me. The light in the shower now put two tantalizing nude silhouettes on the frosted glass door. I took a moment to savour that image, and take a few desperately needed deep breaths of cool air. My head cleared.

A small subliminal scuff made me turn to the entrance of the exercise room. The door was no longer tightly closed but slightly ajar. I side-stepped silently on my bare feet so I was hidden by the open door of the sauna. Now I peered thru the gap between the hinge and the frame, just able to make out the entrance and the mysterious open door. I didn’t have long to wait. A shadow crossed in front of the vertical bar of light. All I could say was that a human of adult size was standing cautiously at that gap, but gender and age were impossible to tell.

Leslie Ann and Kyle were making sexy giggly noises in the shower’s roar, their scrumptious silhouettes a magnet to the voyeur eye. I crossed my fingers that they wouldn’t call out, asking what was keeping me. The door opened slowly wider and a figure tiptoed in. Thru my own spy crack, I could now see a woman of Japanese heritage in her late-twenties.

Her body language twanged with nervous curiousity and lust. She eased forward, her dark almond eyes wide to see something saucy. She wore the uniform one would expect in an exercise room: blue gym shorts, a grey t-shirt featuring the “Powerpuff Girls” and sneakers. Apparently more people used this exercise room than Kyle realized. Her ebony hair was done back in a cute pony tail.

Biting her lower lip, she massaged her perky tits thru the shirt cloth as she watched and listened. I stroked my cock, enjoying being the voyeur to the voyeur. Our spy used her other hand to brush the crotch of her shorts. She closed her eyes and a flush creeped up her fair skin. Her breathing deepened.

“Zach? Do you want that beautiful cock emptied or don’t you?”

The gym girl’s eyes snapped open and a small frown spoiled her growing lust. Her eyes darted about. I pushed the sauna door closed. My peeper gulped in fright as she locked eyes with me. I couldn’t help but give a wide leer as I put my right hand on my hip and used two fingers of my left hand to waggle my fat cock at her. I called out “I surely do!” In a quieter voice directed at my co-voyeur, “Would you like to do the honours?” Her eyes ran over my nude body, focussing on my thick baton. I waved it left and her eyes followed like an orchestra. I took a step closer. She gulped again and her eyes wrenched back up to my face.

“I mean, you’re obviously very interested and halfway to joining us already.” Now I looked down her lithe body. “Bubbles and Buttercup seem to have nasty bumps on their heads”. She looked down to her chest. Erect and excited nipples were distorting the thin cotton of the shirt and the cartoon characters’ image. She looked at me thru long lashes without raising her head, blushing. A small smile played on her lips.

This sort of bold seduction was way outside my usual quiet nature, but it was a day for new things. I took a step closer, now well within her “personal space”. She pressed back against the wall, but made no serious attempt to deny or escape. Her bashfully lowered head now had nothing but nude torso and bobbing cock to look at.

“Hey, no pressure. Honestly, if you don’t feel comfortable, I won’t make a move to stop you. It’s your call.” And I took a step backwards to give her room and freedom, if desired.

It wasn’t my intention, but this sincere offer had the exact opposite effect. Maybe it gave her the assurance she needed this wasn’t some rape-dominance thing. I had barely stepped back when a delicate hand reached out and gripped my penis firmly, pulling me back. She looked up at me again thru lowered lashes, only her smile was full of saucy mischief.

“I believe I’ll stay. Rumour has it this chubby fellow needs some attention.” She jacked me slowly in her cool palm. I gave an appreciative little growl.

“Gaddam it, boy, are you all right out…” Leslie Ann’s voice died in mid-scolding at the sight of me being stroked by a stranger while I bent to nuzzle her neck.

I rolled my head to look at the smirking landlady from the corner of my eye. “Look what I found, Ma. Can I keep her?”

Leslie Ann kept smirking as Kyle walked out and aired out his jaw in surprise. She crossed her arms under her full breasts and put on a mock serious tone.

“That depends on who she is and where she came from. Can’t have my newest tenant consorting with just any passing stranger.”

My Asian princess gave an unsure smile and seemed to move a smidge behind me for protection. “My name is Linda. I’m a close friend of Tabatha Jangski in #405. I’m here to visit her for a few days and I thought I’d come down to get some exercise…”

She gained confidence as Leslie Ann and Kyle’s faces split in welcoming, horny leers. Linda shrugged and slapped my naked hip. “Who knew?”

Her voice became a little inarticulate as I dragged my lips and tongue across the nape of her long neck. It also prompted a hard reflexive squeeze around my penis. I nibbled and licked my way up to her jaw line and caught her earlobe lightly in my lips. I flicked the nubbin of flesh with my tongue tip, glad she had no earring at the moment.

Her murmurs of delight were growing into pants and moans.

Behind me, Leslie Ann chuckled. “We’re going back into the shower. Come on in when you’re ready to go past first base.” Kyle laughed.

I wasn’t about to rush things. The volcanic horniness of the sauna had subsided to a smoother sexual desire. I reckoned the Poirers were perpetually ready to fuck at the drop of a hat. I was also suspecting that Linda might need her fires stoked first, and I was in a mood to do just that.

She continued to clutch and squeeze my meat in a hot palm. Her sighs breathed past my ear as I returned to her jaw and followed its sharp curve with little nips and nibbles to her other earlobe. Her free hand roamed lightly over my shoulder and arm. My wide open palms massaged her torso and back with firm ripplings of my fingers. I deliberately avoided her breasts.

I used Linda’s increasing strength and energy on my abused cock as a signal her fires were getting hot. With a quick motion, I took the hem of her t-shirt in both hands and pulled it up. The hard, cold moment in any sex when contact has to be broken in order to strip came and went. My poor sausage flailed unhappily at being abruptly left alone. I yanked the shirt off her upraised arms in a smooth motion and tossed it in the direction of my piled clothing. With that crisscross arm maneuver women get thru years of practice, Linda whipped off her sports bra.

I hissed in delight at the sight of her bobbing boobs. “Oooh, beautiful. Just lovely.” They were a size smaller than Leslie Ann’s, and sat perky on her slim torso with proud brown nipples like the proverbial pencil erasers. She grinned widely at me and her eyes sparkled in her flushed face. “You like them, do you?”

In response, I knelt in a half-squat, slipped both my hands tightly around her taut ass cheeks. I stood erect, hoisting her willowy form easily up with me. She gave a high squeal in surprise and then a deeper gasp as I tried to devour her left tit. I could nearly get the whole wonderful thing in my mouth. I slobbered on it, pressing the hard nipple with my tongue.

Her arms wrapped around my head. Her long legs went around my waist.

“Oh, gawd, yes, suck my nipple! Oh, gawd…”

Apparently Linda had senstive breasts. I switched to the right one. I ran the front of my teeth across the tip of her nipple like a series of speed bumps.

“KEERIST!” Her arms clamped my head tightly to her chest, so I could at most move my tongue on the tit flesh. Stories always claim breasts and nipples taste as sweet as they look. It’s a lot of hooey, but it didn’t stop my enjoyment at all.

I set her down abruptly and yanked off her shorts and panties with even more haste than I did her shirt. She stepped out of them and was gloriously naked. Beautiful tan skin and a bald pussy. I ran my palms back up her hairless legs and over her smooth flanks as I stood. Linda grabbed my face and brought it to her for a torrid kiss.

As our lips mashed together, we each tried to fondle as much of each other’s body as we could reach. Suffice to say, both our fires were now stoked. Finally she broke away. Our combined drool glistened around her lips.

“Fuck me! I need your cock in me so bad.” The formerly demure Linda wheezed in randy lust, her dark eyes blazing. Once again I grabbed her butt cheeks and lifted her up. With more luck than skill, we managed to connect her sopping cunt down on to my yearning meat. Her hips wiggled and shifted and abruptly our pubic bones mashed together.

We both cried out at the exquisite feelings sending us to glory. Again Linda locked arms and legs around me and started to pump and writhe as best she could. I flexed my knees and pulled her with my arms. Our chests slopped noisily together, nipples grazing over flesh, sweat slipping and sliding. Our breath heaved and blew.

“Can’t last long like this.” I groaned. I didn’t have the air to elaborate whether I meant cumming or muscle exertion. Didn’t much matter. Both applied. My balls were on fire.

Linda bit at my neck as she slid up and down my body, driving her clitoris across my sopping pubic curls. “Oh, this is so nasty. Gotta cum gonna cum wanna cum..!”

Her hoarse chanting in my ear worked straight down to my nuts. I pushed her against the wall and drove my cock into her, ejaculating deep into her.

“FUCK!” I howled.

“I can feel your cum, your cock is so hard…” Linda’s panting ended with a wordless cry as her body clenched tightly against me and her fingernails dug into my shoulder blades.

Our orgasms slowly subsided and we fought to regain our breath, our faces pressed into each other’s hair and neck. She smelled vaguely floral with the foundation of exertion. I know my sweat didn’t smell so good. I regained some composure first and, with a might heave, stood away from the wall, Linda nearly limp in my arms. My muscles were starting to quiver with the strain, but I managed to step to the shower door.

Linda roused herself. With a weary half-smile, she reached around to open the latch. I stepped cautiously over the lip into the steam cloud and set my love doll down before I dropped her.

“That didn’t take as long as I expected” Kyle murmured languidly, leaning back against the green tile wall enjoying the pelting hot water and his wife’s mouth on his schlong. Leslie Ann let go of her toy with a final lick and lip smack. She rose up off her red knees, letting her body run up Kyle’s nudity.

When I peeked in here a while ago (an hour? more? less? who knew?), the shower seemed ample in size. Of course, then I had been been a near-celibate with no other ideas in mind than washing and hygiene. With four people, the tiled cubicle went way beyond a snug fit.

It was pure erotic ecstasy.

I love body to body contact. I may be drummed out of the Real Man Club, but I’d rank snuggling and cuddling with my nude partner almost my favourite part of sex. Hey, I can pound my pepperoni any time I need an orgasm so I see the point of sex with another person (or, in my new world, people) as body contact.

And let me tell you, I had nothing but body contact in that little shower. Linda and I were a little shaky and out of focus at first, but we still savoured the slithering of slippery wet skin on skin. Practically from toes to nose, we were each in contact with two other people, and occasionally a third. Breasts mashed into hairy chests pressed into tits slided over backs. Hands of course were idly fondling and touching everywhere, but with an undirected randomness.

The insanely erotic events had given me two blistering hot orgasms in rapid succession but even this steam-cooked carnal fantasy couldn’t rouse my penis. I felt sorry for Kyle with his rejuvenated hard-on. I always envy women when it comes to enjoying full body tactile luxury. Fur rugs, silk sheets or slippery wet bodies they can roll and slide to their heart’s content, enjoying the texture to its fullest extent. If it is at all sensual, a man pops a stiffie and his sliding-gliding time is abruptly over. So, my lack of hard reaction was an unexpected bonus.

My thoughts on full body contact sports didn’t take as long to feel as it has to explain. The incongruity of such intimate contact with total strangers put a spicy stress in all of us. Or, at least, in Linda and myself.

Kyle repeated his observation, probably to distract us from any growing unease now that our brains were in charge over our glands.

“From the look of things, I expected Linda to need much more coaxing and foreplay. Hearing that raunchy shouting so soon after we came in caught me quite by surprise.”

Leslie Ann nodded. “Would I be correct in guessing you really like watching?”

Linda blushed. “I do.” She smiled crookedly at the Poirers and me. “Don’t forget listening. If you want to talk about raunchy noise…”

We chuckled. I swept a hand over her and Leslie Ann’s buttocks, lingering my fingers in each cheek cleft a moment. Leslie Ann rubbed her pussy slowly on my outer thigh. Kyle’s hand tickled my soft dick.

Linda added in a throaty voice “However, as stimulating as you beautiful people are, I came down to the exercise room already hot and bothered.” She gave a little -woo- noise and her eyes widened as someone touched something nice.

“I came to stay the weekend with Tabatha on a whim. I was sick of being alone and thought we could do a slumber party video visit. Unfortunately, today Tabatha’s girlfriend Charmaine showed up. After necking in front of me for what seems like forever, they excused themselves to Tabatha’s room and closed the door. It’s not so much like I needed the workout but that I had to get away from that noise. So what do I find when I get here? Even raunchier noise. Obviously my horoscope should have read ‘ Today’s secret word is ‘Fucking”.

After the laughter died down, Leslie Ann made a peeved face “I can’t help but feel that your friend is being a bit rude. Why couldn’t she have invited you in for a threesome?”

Kyle laughed and shook his head “You have to make allowances for Leslie Ann. She’s been a horny slut most of her life. The fact that other people are a bit more conservative in their sex is sometimes more than she can comprehend.”

“It’s so silly!” Leslie Ann was sincerely exasperated. “Sex feels too fucking good to let weird antique conventions spoil it all.” She obviously wanted to throw up her hands and gesture while she ranted, but the tight fit prevented her. I could feel her fingers flex and grope in an attempt to respond.

“Just be thankful we hit the jackpot today.”

Leslie Ann mellowed. She grinned lewdly. “I’ll say. We won the fucking lottery!” She reached a hand to fist my flaccid penis and her other slipped to cup Linda’s mound. Judging from Linda’s gurk and blush, she was about as accustomed to woman to woman touching as I was with man to man. Still, she didn’t protest. Leslie Ann seemed to take this as permission and kneaded the engorged lips more vigorously. Leslie Ann’s grip and the incredible aphrodisiac of the scene had my cock valiantly try to rouse again but the most he could achieve was a half-mast “Mr. Floppy” state. I settled happily for soaking up all the sensory feelings and images I could. It felt fantastic now and would make for some superb jerk-off material in the future.

I felt a small pang of jealousy when Linda began to examine Kyle’s stiffie with her hand and eyes. This provided a heaping helping of food for thought. Obviously, this sort of group groping precluded any sort of possessive jealousy. It would be something I’d have to watch out for if this ever happened (PLEASE, oh gawd, PLEASE) again to me.

More specifically, it made me wonder at just how much of an impact this sparkling Asian beauty had made on me in the half-hour since I’d laid eyes on her. Something to wonder about indeed.

Kyle’s guttural groans as his wife french kissed him and pawed his pectorals while Linda pumped on his dick with a wet slippery hand brought me back from my momentary reverie. I gallantly put both my hands to work fondling the hard-working ladies. With a somewhat awkward twisting of my arms, I managed to cup their wet pussies. In the shower, it was hard to tell how much of their flow was water and how much sex juices. I fiddled and diddled with my fingers like a mad pianist playing both parts of a duet.

I massaged their pussy lips. I rubbed their budding clits. It was an interesting anatomy study: The more statuesque Leslie Ann’s clit was a hidden little pebble while the slender Linda had quite a prominent love bud. I dipped my middle finger as deep as I could into their slippery interiors. Their increasingly loud gasps and obscenities were music sweeter than any piano concert to my ears.

The final crescendo of passion and lust reached right thru my ears and down my spine like a live wire. My half-awake cock sprang to attention. I’m not kidding when I say the sound of females having an orgasm, particularly with my help, is a potent aphrodisiac. Kyle’s male grunting provided a nice underscore to it as well.

We all gasped mightily for air in the humid steam. Jerky laughs of pleasure and disbelief punctuated my laugh anyway.

“Oh gawd, this just can’t be happening. It’s beyond words. I’ve fallen into a porno movie with unlimited budget.” I couldn’t help but shout joyfully to the heavens and the generous gods “I do not want to wake up!!”

This sparked smiles and laughter. Leslie Ann gave me a squeeze around the waist and a kiss of welcome, I guess.

Linda smiled in that way of hers that made her look so demure and bashful. I loved it. She opened and closed her mouth. She giggled and shrugged (which felt so nice down the left side of my body). “Me too!!” she yelled and laughed.

Kyle chuckled and gave her the same kiss and squeeze. He looked happily at his wife. “Looks like we have some new fuck buddies!”

Leslie Ann nodded eagerly. “Believe me folks, this doesn’t happen to us every day.” She paused a moment, looking thoughtful. “Once a week, at most.”

“Well, Zach will be living here and Linda will hopefully visit us when she stop by to see Tabatha. It’s all looking pretty good.” Kyle nodded in satisfaction. “However, I’m turning into a prune here. Reality intrudes.”

Leslie Ann rolled her eyes. “He’s always like that. Mr. Practical.” She smiled wickedly at him. “Still, I love him anyway.” They kissed passionately. For the first time in this orgy of a morning, I felt like an intruding voyeur. I busied myself by fumbling around behind me for the latch. The frosted glass swung open and we stumbled out like sopping wet clowns from a little steam car.

The air in the narrow corridor felt chilly after all the heat. I looked left. I looked right. Linda’s reactions were faster than mine and she shrieked in disbelief. “Our clothes are gone!”

While panic froze me, and hysteria threatened to claim Linda, Kyle and Leslie Ann pushed past us. We weren’t hallucinating. The clothing we scattered hither and yon in our horny haste was gone. I’m sure the others had every right to feel creeping panic, but I felt I was the greatest victim. I had been the only one in full street clothes. My wallet, my keys, everything went with my clothing.

Kyle’s booming laugh and Leslie Ann’s merry laugh acted like a bucket of snow on Linda and I. I’m sure we both harboured evil thoughts about our “fuck buddies”…until Kyle shoved a note under my eyes.

“Dear psycho crazy sex maniacs,

Obviously clothing is only a hindrance to lusty pervos like yourselves. To better aid you in your debauchery, we have taken said articles into custody. Now you can live naked and free.

Generously yours,

The Phantom Phuckers in 501.”

I blinked, confused and not totally free of panic. I could only manage a dumbfounded look of helplessness at Leslie Ann and Kyle while Linda read the note with frantic eyes.

“They’re friends of ours. Quite the jokers. Your stuff is quite safe.”

I blinked at Kyle’s casual tone. “Yeah, but safe five floors up!”

Leslie Ann and Kyle nodded. “Exactly.”

Linda and I exchanged desperate glances. What were we missing?

She had a go. “How do we get up there?”

“Elevator or stairs. Your choice. I think I fancy the elevator today. How about you sweetie?” Kyle looked inquiringly down at his wife.

“Oh, I think the stairs! Definitely.” Kyle shrugged indifferently at Leslie Ann’s answer in easy-going agreement.

“BUT WE’RE NAKED!” Linda wailed.

I nodded in definite sympathy.

“Yes! Isn’t it exciting?” Leslie Ann shivered a bit, her wet hair dribbling drops of water. “And I’m heading out pronto before I catch my death of cold!”

Kyle and Leslie Ann skipped quickly out the door into the gym area, leaving a wet trail of footprints on the tiles and then the carpet. I aired out my jaw at Linda. She was equally flabbergasted. I fluttered my hands helplessly.

“There isn’t a thing to use for cover. Unless we rip a door off its hinges or something. We either streak or we hide in the sauna forever and ever.”

Her cute face distorted in trapped misery. Then she took a deep breath and visibly got a grip on herself.

“Let’s go!”

Like swimmers gritting their teeth and making the final determined plunge into water known to be icy cold, Linda and I scampered after the Poirers. We skipped in that prancing toe-walk that people in bare feet adopt. We left our own wet footprints on the exercise room carpet. Even in the midst of this wingnut situation, I couldn’t help but notice our gleaming wet nude forms bounding and jiggling in the full mirrors of the little gym. We looked pretty good.

In fact, my not-so-latent exhibitionism seemed to be waking up with some gusto.

We entered the laundry room as that door closed. Leslie Ann and Kyle weren’t waiting for us, the bastards.

“Hurray up. I think I’d rather share being the victim with Leslie Ann and Kyle than just be us alone.”

“Don’t push, I’m going!”

I hadn’t realized I’d lightly prodded Linda’s nude back with my hands when she hesitated at the laundry door. Beyond lay the main hallway leading to the lobby, the main door and the back door.

Linda opened the door a crack and stuck her head out for a quick look. My chivalry was being pushed to the limit not to barge past her cautious advance and let her make her own way. Fortunately, Linda flung the door wide and blasted out. I followed on her heels.

Just in time to see the elevator doors slide closed. I think Leslie Ann gave us a little wave with her fingers.

“I guess we’re going up the stairs!” Linda altered course without breaking stride.

Only about ten steps separated the laundry room door from the stairway entrance. Linda flew ahead of me thru the door. I had to pause a heartbeat to look over my shoulder at the big lobby windows showing the public street beyond. People in their winter gear huddled past, too miserable with the cold to be sightseeing and peeping in windows. I flicked my cock at the world in general the bounced thru the door.

If following Linda the few steps in the corridor had been food for my eyes, following her up five flights of stairs was a moving feast. Even a taut body woman like Linda wobbled in the most compelling ways. My brain had nearly reached memory capacity for storing all the stupendous wonders I’d experienced today.

The flex and jiggle of that wonderful femininity soon had my cock bouncing and flapping in happy harmony.

We couldn’t go the speed we might have in rubber-soled sneakers. In damp, bare feet on cool concrete, with various bits of our anatomy dancing in ways we weren’t used to, we did half the climb rate. It seemed to take forever…and it seemed to be going by too quickly.

Linda called back, her speech broken by the exertion and anxiety. “I’ve got a huge decision to make here.” Turn the corner, flex, shimmy, bounce. “Which is more embarrassing?” Climb, jiggle, jiggle. “To beg naked in front of strangers?” Pause, puff. “Or knock on Tabatha’s door and explain myself to her?”

I reached the landing and stood beside her. I nodded sympathetically. “It’s a tough call, but if Tabatha can leave you to go have a fuck with her girlfriend in the next room, she can’t be too prudish.”

Linda gave a cockeyed smile at me. “NOooo, you couldn’t call Tabatha ‘prudish’…” She nodded decisively. “I’m going to chance Tabatha.” She looked up at me with pleading eyes. “Could you get my clothes? And Tabatha’s keys?”

“Of course.”

“And could you wait a minute while I see if Tabatha will even answer her door?”

“Certainly. For I am known across the kingdom as Sir Zach the Chivalrous.”

She swept her arms around my neck, stood on tiptoes and gave me a deep kiss. I responded happily, running my hands over her smooth back. She ground our bodies together, rolling her tight stomach muscles so my cock was happily mashed between us.

Linda pulled back, leaving her arms around me, her amazing almond eyes now definitely shy and hesitant. “You may be the nicest man I’ve met in months, if not years. You’re moving into #306 here? Can I see you again?”

I frowned in concern. “I don’t know. My mommy always warned me about girls who were too forward.” I hugged her close, flexing hot penis against her tummy.

She snorted and tried to move away.

I smiled widely. “I can’t describe how much I’d like to have you knock on my door.” She smiled back.

The definite sound of a door opening into the stairwell above us interrupted all this mushy stuff. Linda eeped and I released her. She flung open the door to Floor 4 and stepped thru. Several voices were coming up the stairwell. I dove thru after her, pulling the door softly shut.

Luckily, #405 was right next to the stairs. Linda skipped over, hesitated a second, and knocked. I glanced around the short hall and the half-dozen silent apartment doors. I saw another red EXIT sign at the far end and I knew great relief. Another stair!

I took two steps in that direction before stopping to wait and see Linda’s fate. I fidgeted on the balls of my bare feet, trying to glance in every direction at once. She looked at me over her shoulder, shrugged, and knocked again. After an eternal minute, #405 opened and a cute, be-freckled woman stood there in an kimono affair half-wrapped around her voluptuous form, held in place with one hand. She illustrated that even a cute strawberry blonde bob of hair could not escape the tousled wildness that sex inflicts.

“Holy christ on a pogostick! Linda?!?” As Tabatha stood in shell-shock, Linda turned and waved at me, blowing me a quick kiss. I returned it with enthusiasm. Linda’s gesture drew Tabatha’s bewildered attention away from her stark naked friend to my stark naked body. I gave the gobsmacked redhead a jaunty wave before zipping away to the other stairwell.

I threw open the exit door and nearly collided with a fuzzy eskimo. The tip of my madly waving cock actually brushed the soft fabric of a fur coat before my reflexes bounced me back a step. My total nudity stood at startling contrast to this person’s winter-cocooned form. The long lashes and the deep green eyes between scarf and toque gave me the idea I faced a woman. No other apparent clue presented itself thru the multiple layers of clothing.

Those beautiful eyes widened in astonishment. They flicked down my body, lingering a moment on my erect meat (I was happy to note) before flicking back up to my face.

What could I do? I shrugged, smiled sheepishly and winked. The responding wink was a very welcome response indeed. She gestured one mittened hand. “Excuse me.” The sultry, but merry, tone of the voice was also reassuring, and confirmed my guess of femininity.

I was standing directly in the doorway to the fourth floor. “I beg your pardon.” I held the door gallantly and she stepped past. “Thank you, kind sir.”

“My pleasure, ma’am.”

I bounded away up the last flight of stairs. A peal of feminine laughter rose up after me before the closing door cut it off.

I climbed one landing of steps and had the fifth floor door in sight when a riot spilled out into the stairwell from, at a guess, the sixth floor.

“C’mon, we can beat mommy down the stairs!”

“Race you!”

The high, excited voices could not be older than ten, tops. The rapid pounding of little feet down the stairs clutched my guts with more fear than a landslide of ice and boulders. Playing naked games with adults was one thing, but a man flashing his pecker to kids could expect a deserved reservation in hell, otherwise known as maximum security prison.

So close, and yet I had no chance to reach my goal of the fifth floor. Dammit! I leapt back down to four, my feet smacking painfully as I leapt the last few steps onto the concrete, seconds ahead of the laughing rugrat avalanche. I had no idea what floor the kids had as a destination, so I couldn’t leisurely loiter in the hallway. I flung open the door, heart ripping in my chest, ready to dash down to Tabatha’s apartment and hope they let me in quickly.

Directly in front of me, again, stood the fur-clad woman. Her apartment lay directly beside the stairwell exit and she had just unlocked her door. I plunged past her into the dark cozy entry. I stopped, peering anxiously over her shoulder at the stair door oozing closed on its hinges.

“Please hide me. There are kids in that stairway and I don’t want to flash them.” That’s me, the naked pervert with a golden streak of gallantry.

The woman had a quick mind, that’s for sure. No bluster, no shouts of indignation and no stupid repetitive questions. She cocked one ear to the squeals and giggles approaching. She gave me a firm shove with a cool hand and shut her apartment to the noisy and nosey world.

I put my eye to the security peep hole in the door. I shuddered with deep bone relief at a near miss. Three little bodies hurled out of the stairway and on to the fourth floor.

“That was too close. They’re right outside.” I continued to watch, and listen.

“I don’t think they’re staying long. The little darlings are just pushing the elevator button. Always nice to know kids appreciate the classic gags. They’ll be gone in a second.”

I rested my forehead on the door, eyes closed and trying to control my breathing and thudding heart. “I can’t thank you enough for this incredibly freaky and embarrassing moment.” I took a final breath and turned to face my hostess, trying to casually cover my wilting penis with my hands while hoping any blushes would be taken as exertion. I hoped I wouldn’t see her dialing 911.


The woman had peeled off her winter gear and kept on peeling. I turned in time to see her sweater go over her head and fluff out a mane of red hair. Her large breasts and wide nipples lay exposed between a string of pearls and a deep green bustier that supported but didn’t hide. She smiled like a cat with a free mouse as she worked the side fastening to her skirt. She stepped out of it and tossed the black thing off to the side. She put her hands on generous hips and struck a sexy pose. Despite the frigid weather, the lady didn’t believe in underwear. No panties. All she now wore was the green bustier that supported garter belts to sheer stockings, a pair of stylish outdoor high-heeled boots that reached up her shapely calves and the aforementioned string of pearls. She shaved her pussy. Her red nipples were puffies and getting puffier.

“I couldn’t very well have a guest feel inappropriately dressed in my home, now could I?” She swayed towards me, her voluptuous figure jiggling ripely. My flagging cock revved back up for a look.

She eased up to me, long manicured nails toying with my nipples and chest hair. Her green eyes sized me up as they did in the stairwell, lingering leisurely in their inspection this time. At this intimate range, the tantalizing scent of subtle perfume and female arousal filled my nose. I could see the fine lines in the corner of her eyes and face. In her 50’s, I’d guess, but a truly magnificent 50’s. She obviously fought aging with cunning, guile and determination.

I kept my hands to myself as she trailed those claws down my torso. The aura of domination held me firm. If she decided to scream, I’d be filleted and broiled. Best to let her take the full lead in hand and not take a chance on annoying her.

“So, I don’t recall seeing you in the building before. Seems a cold day to be out perving the city.” She stroked across my newly firmed belly in lazy swipes. “What’s your story? And your name?”

“Zach. And I only came looking for a vacant apartment.”

She gave a throaty growl, abruptly seizing my rock hard cock in a velvet vise of a grip. She looked up in to my eyes. “Go on.” She leaned up and a tongue traced my collarbone.

“Well, um…well. Kyle the landlord was showing me the sauna facilities and then Leslie Ann came in freezing.”

A purring chuckle vibrated against my throat. “I think I can imagine what happened to your clothes soon after that, knowing the Poirers the way I do. But wandering the hallways….?”

“There are some crazy pranksters in 501 who took them. I was trying to get up there and…”

“You fell in to my clutches.” She leaned back and looked up at me with hooded eyes and a sly smile. Her puffy nipples rubbed thru the hair on my chest. I couldn’t stop my hips moving slightly, reflexively fucking her massaging grip.

She stood away from me, pulling me along by my boner. I waddled slightly on tiptoe to follow her into a plush, cushion-filled living room. She threw a few pillows on to the rug and pushed me down on them. Down the flame-haired vixen followed, her silk-clad torso rubbing along my body.

“I owe the nuts in #501 a favour. I’m going to let them have this wonderful hot tool.” She abruptly let go of my cock, letting it vibrate desperately alone. A booted leg swung over my chest and a hot, wet pussy pressed into my belly.

“But I do need payment of some kind for my good deed.” She slid slowly forward on her knees, leaving a trail of molten pussy lubrication over my chest. Her green eyes looked down into mine, afire with lust. She fondled her nipples as she slid forward. Leaning forward, she adjusted herself and sat her bald, juicy cunt lips square on to my face.

“Lick me, Zach. You’re not leaving until I’m done cumming, so your tongue better be talented.”

Oh, please don’t trow me in dat old briar patch…little did my benefactor-captor know that I loved to lick pussy. I nuzzled my face into the petals of her opening, smearing my face liberally with warm wetness. My hands massaged her bum cheeks, adjusting her so I could easily reach my work. I teased her clit with the tip of my nose. Her hands ran thru my curly hair.

I extended my tongue and flicked it side to side, fluttering the outer lips. She gasped and undulated. I gently exhaled hot air across the damp folds, causing another tremor of lust in the ripe body crushing my chest. I caught the tender petals in my lips, tugging and pulling gently. Her breath caught and my hair received a pull.

I extended my tongue, tasting the unique flavour of aroused woman. Musky, momentarily odd, then quickly delightful and inspiring. Deeper and deeper I plunged, pressing my tongue as far as it would go. Her thighs clutched my head and she made a soft squeal.

Lapping and licking, I came closer and closer to the prominent button of erect flesh. I circled around and around the bud, ignoring her whines and writhings. I pursed my lips, wet them thoroughly, and plunged on to the clit. She groaned long and loud.

I licked and probed, I kissed and massaged, I nuzzled and tasted. My tongue began to tire and my neck had a kink developing. I ignored both and kept at it, timing my efforts to the silkie thighs squeezing my ears, the nails digging into my scalp and the moans filling the apartment. I slid my hands up from her buttocks, up the smooth satin of the bustier and found her erect nipples. I stabbed ferociously at her clit with my tongue at the same time I gave her swollen tips a good pinch.

She tried to crush my skull with her thighs and spasmed. The mark of a job well done. She may have moaned, but my ears were covered.

Eventually my partner collapsed. She slid off me to sprawl across the rug and couch cushions. I rolled on to my side, supporting my head with my left hand. I raised my right leg to better display my extremely erect cock. I refrained from touching the boy, since it could likely trigger a spurt right away.

“So, I assume I’ve paid my debt and am free to go?”

Her eyes came back into focus and she blinked at me. “Oh, yes. Though I’m tempted to keep you and your tongue here forever.”

“I will be taking apartment 306. No doubt I’ll see you in the hallway.”

“Fuck the hallway. I’ll see you in bed!”

“It’s a date.” I clambered to my feet. I extended a hand to help her up, but she shook her head and only curled like a cat on the pillows, languidly looking up at me past my erection.

“I don’t suppose I could ask two questions?”

“Very well.”

“What’s your name?”

“Morgan.”

“A distinct pleasure, Morgan.” I licked pussy juice off my lips. She smiled dreamily.

“Secondly, is there anything I could borrow to hide my nudity?”

“No.” She grinned evilly at my surprise. “I rather like the idea of hot studs running naked in the halls. It’ll give me such nice dreams.”

And then Morgan rolled over and seemed set on falling alseep. I had the distinct feeling she was watching me for any unauthorized borrowing. I decided to pass on whining or begging. I knelt down and gave her a light kiss on the lips.

“Until next time.”

I strode to the door, cock keeping time like a fat baton, peeped out on an empty passage, and exited. Thru the far too familiar stairwell door and, without incident, bounded up to Floor 5. Tabatha’s apartment was 402 and flanked the stairwell door. One floor up, #501 flanked the other in mirror image, so no more hallway sprints. Finally, I was here. I knocked. No answer.

What the hell do you mean, no answer?

The elevator chimed, making me jump. I knocked again, louder. Shit, oh, shit. One of these times, the tenant would scream bloody murder, or rape, and that would be that. The elevator’s hydraulics sighed wearily and the doors groaned open. I pressed into the shallow alcove that shielded 501 from immediate view, wishing very hard that the passenger turned left off the elevator.

She turned right. Not only right, but nearly collided with me as I stood in front of, apparently, her doorway. High black boots dripping with slush and snow. A knee-length coat of a subtle emerald plaid. Left gloved hand holding toque and scarf. Right gloved hand holding a large black duffel back. The face of a butterscotch-skinned goddess looked at me with shock.

“Please don’t scream!” I nearly blubbered, my dignity and machismo fading with repeated trauma. “I just want my clothes. I won’t hurt you.”

The great green eyes had been wide in shock and then narrowed in defiant anger. Her duffel bag and accoutrements had hit the floor and she had pulled a can of pepper spray from her pocket faster than Wyatt Earp. She had the nozzle pointing at me as I finished my plea. I cringed back hard against the door, eyes scrunched shut, hands raised…

Nothing. I had never been hit by pepper spray, but I think there would at least be an aerosol hiss. I ventured a peek, swallowing hard.

The amazing jade eyes in the exquisitely molded face regarded me with a quizzical suspicion that brought a flutter of hope to my racing heart. She absently fluffed at her thick, shoulder-length coffee-brown hair. The pepper spray remained at the ready, but the tension eased out of her arm.

“Your clothes are in there?”

I nodded like the village idiot.

She cocked her head. “Okay…who lives there?” A test. A quiz.

“I have no idea.”

The pepper spray came up again.

“I don’t!” Somewhere in there, my spirit had decided to go out standing on my own two, bare, feet rather than give in to whining. I dropped my arms and stood erect. My flagging penis also stirred back up. This beauty of this woman would stir a statue. “All I know is that I went out today apartment hunting and let my cock do my thinking for me. I don’t regret a single fucking moment, or moment of fucking, but I don’t know if my heart can take any more shenanigans.”

I jerked a thumb behind me. “As far as I know, Kyle and Leslie Ann Poirer are in there with an unknown number of pranksters who stole my clothing. They’re not answering the door. If you have a key, you had better use it before I injure myself trying to kick it down.”

A brilliant white smile quirked the full lips. She tucked the pepper spray away and held our her hand. “I’m Marita.”

I shook her delicate hand. In her boots, Marita nearly stood as tall as myself. “I’m Zach.”

“I’m really sorry about the pepper spray. In my line of work, I get some weird encounters.”

I waved away her apology, smiling in happy relief. “It can be a scary world, when it’s not being absolutely amazing. Today has been a generous mix of both.”

Marita picked up her scarf and toque off the floor, shoving them into jacket pockets. She remained down in a squat a moment, openly examining, and if the smile was an indication, admiring my cock. It perked up at the attention, bouncing like a puppy. She smiled slyly and stood up, big eyes now hooded by long lashes. “I’ll say.”

She dug out a ring of keys. I stepped aside to let her reach the lock. Her cloth coat brushed against my nude body. My cock rasped across the material and prodded a firm hip.

She twisted the doorknob. I gallantly scooped up the duffel bag before she could make any request. Marita dimpled and stepped inside. I followed, crowding past so she could close the door.

Our noses immediately told us that people had recently gotten sweaty, and gotten sweaty having sex. Some of the aroma came from the drying Morgan juice on my face, but not all.

Our eyes took in a living room bachanal. Or, the aftermath of one. Kyle and two younger men lay sprawled around a comatose Leslie Ann. Splashes of cum still gleamed in the soft light on all their bodies.

“Damn them.” Marita wailed thru clenched teeth. “Having that kind of fun without me, leaving themselves on display like that. These selfish assholes know how horny I get after I put in a matinee stripping, but they couldn’t wait. Oh, GOD, I’m on fire.”

She turned to me, green eyes on fire now. Her eager smile had a predatory aspect that both excited and slightly worried me. “It looks like your story checks out. Now I’m going to fuck your brains out before I go crazy.”

Marita whipped open her long coat and revealed a fully nude body that bugged my eyes and made my jaw open. The deep, golden caramel skin swept down in streamlined curves, unmarred by blemish. Her full, round breasts jiggled and begged to be cupped. The thick brown nipples and wide areolas were made for all-day sucking. Her hips curved perfectly over the round melons of her superb ass. Her legs, my god, her legs went on forever, sleek and slim. A tasteful little landing strip of hair showed between her legs.

She gave an inarticulate growl and launched herself at me. Tight muscle rolled under that satin cocoa flesh and I staggered back. Her lovely big tits spread against my chest, her nipples pressing hard into my pecs. I thudded back into the wall as her sweet full lips crushed into the nape of my neck and her arms locked me in a crushing hug. Then my lust swept up and took control. My arms surrounded her slim torso in a bearhug and I growled into her ear. My hands swept over the smooth skin from the neck under her wild mane of hair down to the pert globes of her amazing ass. So warm and smooth. I worried a moment that even my sissy artist hands were too rough and gritty.

She writhed against me and I gripped her tight. Skin is the body’s largest erogenous zone and we couldn’t get enough contact. My breath panted hot and she breathed steam into my ear. My cock stiffened into a hammer that could punch holes in concrete as she gripped and stroked it with her thighs. Her pussy spread fire and oil across the top of my cock as the lips ran its length.

With a heaving gasp, she tore herself away. Marita’s eyes burned with raw animal instinct as she fought for breath. She took my hand and dragged me down a corridor, a tight bodied amazon wearing nothing but sleek black boots. A twist of a doorknob and I was pulled inside a dark bedroom. I was pushed and fell unseeing on to a wide, firm mattress and cool satin sheets. The dim light from the door silhouetted my goddess as she bent and jiggled. Two quick zips and the boots came off. One leap and she was on me.

We resumed our writhing embrace, working with the pull of the earth, letting it sink us into the luxury of the mattress. My lips savaged her full lips, and our tongues danced. I felt Marita’s hand grope between our slick bodies until she found my cock. Gripped tight in slender fingers, she reared back. My eyes had adjusted to the faint light. Her curves and form made me ache. Women like this only existed in the slickest magazines, the most elite mansions. A guttural moan came up from the pit of my groin and out my mouth.

Marita didn’t waste a moment in teasing or flirting. The woman said she was horny and she proved by driving her sopping hot cunt down on my cock in one lunge. We both groaned now, a harmony of driving lusts. She braced herself on my chest with clawing fingers and she began, as promised, to fuck my brains out.

She had legs of steel. She bounced madly above me, slamming down so the room filled with the sloppy sounds of hot sex. The slaps of us meeting us ripped like machine gun fire. I’m usually quiet during sex, but the two of us could not stop muttering and moaning and groaning. Her palms flexed and spasmed on my chest, her nails digging into the muscle. My world was bubbling over with sensation, all pouring down to my gyrating crotch.

Marita’s moans built and crescendoed to a wail. She came down hard, her cunt trying to swallow my cock and me whole. Her body clenched, her magnificent legs gripped me, her hands went into my chest in a death grip. Then she slumped with a very contented whimper, her amazing tits slipping in our mutual sweat.

Fuck this!

I had a live bomb between my legs. I pushed and slid her off me. Marita blinked in momentary confusion. I floundered across the damp tangle of sheets and scrambled to my knees, my cock spraying love fluids as it flailed. I grabbed her hips and pulled her ass up.

“Yeah, baby. Fuck me like a dog!” Marita roused herself to my needs. She reached under and helped guide my straining prick. I drove it like a missile into her steaming, dripping pussy. It still gripped me tight and sweet.

Feet and knees braced, I began to drive my cock into her. The pressures were so close, I reckoned they would blow out my ears if I didn’t get release. Marita’s moans ramped up again. Sweat cascaded off me on to the arching butterscotch back.

“Oh, Zach, FUCK ME! LORD, you’re hitting so deep and good! RAM my pussy!””

My crotch jackhammered against that sweet pillow of her ass. My palms slipped on the wet skin, so I gripped her hips harder and I fucked!

Marita’s obscene chatter became gibberish howls. I grunted like a crazed grizzly bear. My heart pounded triple time. My cock plunged in and out. My whole life focused on the hot clutch of a superb cunt.

I shouted and pulled her back. My balls exploded and my cock fired and fired and fired. Marita’s vagina squeezed and spasmed as she enjoyed a second climax.

And then I fell over. I had enough chivalry to not collapse across her panting body, but that’s all I managed.

“C’mon pal, time to wake up.”

A grip on my shoulder gently shook. I blundered back into reality with a gurgle.

The hands were amiable, but insistent. “Up and at ’em. Time for you to hit the showers and the wonders of the real world. Time for me to enjoy a nap with my wife.”

This jerked me closer to consciousness. I peered a smiling man. A smiling naked man. Marita snored quietly on the bed. He pushed gently towards the door. “I hope to meet you properly someday soon. And, judging by the evidence,” he took a sniff of the sex bouquet hanging in the air and chuckled, “Marita will want to see you as well.”

I reached the muted hallway. Marita’s husband pointed “The shower is in there. Your clothes are in the hamper there.” He gave a friendly little salute and closed the bedroom door.

I stood there like a dummy, blinking. My brain would be processing today for a long time to come. Right now, it pouted in disappointment that Marita was not to be my golden goddess. Then I rallied. But I stood a good chance of seeing her again.

I lurched into the bathroom, bouncing my shoulder off the door jamb and wincing at the full glare of the lights. As promised, my long lost clothes lay folded in a bright blue plastic wicker laundry hamper. But first, that shower. My second, or third, of the day?

My clothes felt oddly heavy and scratchy after these last hours of bare ass hijinks. With Linda’s gear rolled neatly under my arm, I let myself out of the silent #501.

An hour later, a professional (and clothed) Kyle and Leslie Ann had processed the paperwork. I was the new tenant of #306. They filled me in on their secret strategy. Over the five years they had managed this apartment building, they had managed to fill vacancies with people of a “liberal, lusty philosophy”. Swingers, to various degrees. Sex addicts, by some definitions. About one-third of the 44 tenants were of this mindset. Leslie Ann smiled wickedly, and said it would be up to me to ferret out who was who. I smiled back, not informing them I already had Morgan on my scavenger hunt list. A gentleman never tells.

Keys and a lusty kiss and I was on my way. But I did not immediately plunge back into the arctic cold. I went back up, on the elevator, to the fourth floor. I shifted Linda’s things to the crook of my left arm and knocked on #405. No answer. I knocked again, refraining from pounding. That wouldn’t send the right message. Still nothing.

I dithered about hauling women’s gym clothes across the city and back. I decided to use the 405 key that was part of the bundle. I unlocked the door and stepped inside, wincing at possibly being shot as an intruder. “Hello?”

I resisted dumping the stuff on the floor and running. That would be very much the wrong message. I stepped down the short hall to the kitchen counter visible from the door. I set the clothing on the cheery blue formica and lay the key atop them.

The warbling moan of a woman in the climb to climax came thru the bedroom door.

I tiptoed back out. I was going to love living here….