More Stories to Make You Blush by Marie Gray Page A

minute or two and I’d be leaping for joy! Eve pointed out that her clothes weren’t exactly sexy. Maybe that was the explanation, I told her, then asked her what kind of bra she was wearing. She lifted her sweatshirt to reveal a dowdy beige bra that covered her breasts entirely. It was old and falling apart, with threads hanging off it. Nothing attractive—quite the opposite! But again my dick leapt up, and a little drop formed at the end, almost burning me. It had been such a long time.
    â€œEve eyed me intently. She took off her sweatpants, displaying her pink underpants in all their ugly glory, then her sweatshirt. She stood before me, decked out in horrible underwear and socks with holes, and I just got harder. I was big and hard as a stallion. She pulled down my pants and sucked me. I kept waiting for the moment of defeat, but it didn’t happen! She went to the sofa, beckoning to me, and pushed the crotch of her underpants aside without taking them off. I entered her in one stroke, harder than I’d ever been. Eve made love to me slowly, tenderly. I loved her with my whole cock, determined to make the pleasure last as long as possible.
    â€œWhen I finally came it was with a flash of lucidity: ‘What horrible underwear!’”

For a Good Cause
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    The door opened with a creak and my old friend Liza made her entrance. She looked at me from head to foot, flashed her famous smile, and sat down. She was obviously waiting for me to start talking. I knew we’d have plenty of time to talk about less important things later, so I got right to the heart of the matter. That’s what she’d come for. I swallowed hard, collecting myself, then began.
    â€œThis all started just after I moved into my new place. Last year, remember? Before that I lived in an apartment building where I’d been happily living for years. And I’d never planned to leave there, either— twenty stories high with some really nice and obliging neighbors, Steve and Sylvie, who gave me the chance to indulge my exhibitionist tendencies.”
    â€œWell, well, well. How did this happen?”
    â€œIt was all very innocent. I just hadn’t bought drapes for the big windows in my bedroom. My lover at that time liked to watch me dance with all the lights on. To please him one night I prepared a little demonstration of my skills, and then realized that my neighbors could watch us making love—and I’m pretty sure they took full advantage of it! The cross-shaped architecture was another wonderful thing about that building!
    â€œAnyway, this kind of performance was a source of pride for me, and I took pleasure in showing my neighbors what else I was capable of. It didn’t take me long to realize they were looking at me every chance they got. That was a huge turn on for me. Then there was Dave. A big muscular guy with a huge cock. I know you’d have liked him. I’d been seeing him for about a month, then his wife—of course I didn’t know he was married!—came over and threatened me in very explicit terms. What a letdown. Dave was a fantastic lover and I was getting attached to him. I’m not all that sentimental, but I’d have liked to spend more time with him. True, he was a bit rough and his prick was really huge, but he was wonderful. I let him go with great regret, and tried to set my sights on the future. But his humiliated wife did her best to make life difficult for me. Then a friend of mine found the perfect solution. Do you remember Elaine?”
    â€œThe real estate agent?”
    â€œYes. It was pretty obvious I needed a change of scenery, so she convinced me to buy a house. She quickly came up with something she knew I’d like. The house was a real find, and within my price range.
    â€œFrom the moment I moved I found being a homeowner very pleasant. I missed my old neighbors, but I told myself something exciting would happen in my