Smut With A Smirk

He was getting dressed to escort Coco to her company Christmas party. It was the first with her new company. Considering they first “got together” at their company Christmas party a few years prior the occasion was both nostalgic and promising. When he heard the familiar refrain of a classic stop motion holiday cartoon on the television, “Oleo lady ol lady I oh,” he stopped and watched. Maybe those were not the exact words, but that is what he heard as a child and that is what they stayed into adulthood. Coco was a very buxom five foot two slender hipped black haired woman, She kept her raven hair cropped short. She knew it highlighted the markedly firm square jaw on her otherwise feminine features. She also knew her lovers liked the view it afforded them when she was going down on them. A clear view of her lovers reactions to her gifts of oral pleasure were her reward for the hairstyle, not to mention low maintenance, She was a busy woman. Tonight was her first chance to show o

December 2 Oh my God. Everything was so warm and wet and wonderful down there. I never felt so delicious. It was like a warm lapping surf writhing it’s way up my spine and all over my body. Branching out in squivers, quivers and trembling nerve ends. I looked down and there was Donna’s face buried between my upraised knees. But what was she doing down there moving her head side to side like that. I just know I did not want her to stop. Above Donna’s upraised rump was Robin. A fierce smirk on her face as she seemingly pumped into Donna. But with what?  Her small flat chest was glowing with red splotches from her exertions. She had one hand on each of Donna’s butt cheeks and spread them roughly on each forward thrust. Why she was mounting Donna just as I had mounted Rene last night. Rene! I awoke soaking in the tub. I had drawn the bath after my last journal entry and climbed in while she was still snoozing in bed. I must have dozed off. Now I turned my head and there was Rene

December 1 Rene and I spent a great holiday weekend together. I could tell she was burned out from University. I hope after this weekend she is not burned out from me, We were at each other like the two healthy nineteen year old animals we are. For a change Rene was as hungry as I. I liked it. That pursued damsel giving in to her boyfriend's base desires can get old. From the time we woke up en-wrapped in each other Friday morning until this Sunday afternoon it seemed if we weren't fucking, we were either eating or bathing in my homes claw-foot tub. OK, we had fucked in that tub a lot before this. Who ever placed that tub in the center of that tiny bathroom was a genius. It became a prop as all the scant furnishings in my coach house abode had for this holiday weekends grunting, groaning, moaning fuckfest. The only break was Fred’s annual Holiday party on Saturday night.  He has thrown one for years. His house was always the one with the scantest adult supervision

November 29 Nothing. Weeks of nothing. Calls into Annie's office were just that. Calls into Annie's office. Deliveries to Ellen Joy's studio were just that. Deliveries to Ellen Joy's studio. Even when Tasha leaned over my shipping desk in her flouncy disco dress late on a Friday requesting a rush shipment was only that and not a prelude to prepping Annie and Tasha for their night out on the town. Just a peek at Tasha's pert little breast to entice me to stay late and ship her special order out. Then there was Rene. So busy doing her course work that I did nothing but speak with her over the phone. Even Ms. Spain no longer teased and flirted with me nor called me her "Pumpkin" of late.  Perhaps it was my difficulty in meeting her eyes after my "Halloween Hallucination" as I now thought of it. So it has been. Work. Catching glimpses of Tami's tiny tush swishing indifferently through the warehouse and me dolefully beating off to

November 7 Three days at work and no reaction from Tami. Just her usual diffident self.  I got in early the first day after the weekend and nosed around the shop. Nothing. Not a clue of anything out of the usual.  I suppose I could read something into the fact that Annie has not had any "special projects" during or after work hours, but even that could mean nothing. Annie runs hot and cold and never acknowledges anything until she calls me into her office, locks the door behind me, and sets the tone of whether she wants to take charge or if it is my turn to show her what I really want to "that big arsed tit-less girl friend of mine." I suppose I could try to defend Rene, but I have found it more useful to channel that energy into fucking the hell out of Annie's curvy full grown woman's body. As Annie strips off my shirt she often comments how my muscles have grown while I sweat and furiously hump her rump spread out on her shop foreman's desk

November 4 I planned to do nothing but get up to change channels on the TV and adjust the rabbit ears for better reception, Nothing beats NFL football on a chilly autumn Sunday. No dreams, no regrets, just the fond memories of Rene's blond hair spread over the black leather seats of the Bonneville.  Mouth open and grunting in unison with each thrust. My hands holding her glorious full round ass cheeks and spreading them wider with each thrust into her cunt. When my fingers slowly worked into her as well, spreading her flowing fount of sweet juice around that sweet stretched area between her pussy and her butt hole. She moaned her loud and rousing approval. When my index finger, slick from her started to gently prod her anus she looked up a bit surprised through glassy yet trusting eyes. As I gently worked my finger up her rear her initial alarm morphed smoothly into passion and she quickly came her glorious ass swallowing my finger all the way up to the second knuckle givin

November 3 The phone rang and woke me up. It was Tami chattering away about the good time she had at the concert Halloween night, how her friends liked me, loved the Bonneville. Said it was like a party on wheels. "Two couches with a V-8"  I believe the phrase was. Said we have to go to a concert again sometime. No mention of the after concert . I said I had tried to call her yesterday but got no reply. Tami just kept chattering on about the concert. I began saying something about when we got back to pick up her car and Tami busted in saying, "Oh, that was cute how you waited for me to start my car and make sure I left that parking lot safe. My Protector! That lot always creeps me out . It is so dark back there and I worry who might be lurking. That was soooooo sweeeet of you." I was speechless, my mouth was dry, I barely got the words out as I stammered, "I guess I got a little higher than I had thought at the concert." "Oh nonsense

November 2 I called Tami a couple of times today. No answer. I was starting to get concerned.  I had no recollection of getting her home, or even how I got home Halloween. I even went so far as to drive by work once I was able to move and get dressed. Her car was not there, which was good. I guess. I know she took the day off after our concert night out as well. I never would have thought I needed a whole day to recover from some musical fun. I had not expected the end of the evening to turn out as it did. If only I could remember. It had been a tough recovery day, if indeed I was recovering. Images and strange sensations flowed over me at the most inopportune times. As I flopped around feeling both extremely drained and extremely horny I realized I had an excellent real life vision to whack off to. I now had kissed Tami, seen her wonderful little body stretched out in candle light. Glimpsed a shimmer of moisture between her toned and tanned thighs as they spread out below me and

November 1 Of all my nineteen years, last night was the strangest Halloween ever. As my brain reels from memories lost, repressed, or other. Only one question roils through my brain: How did I end up in Spain when all I really wanted was to be in Tami?  Tami finally said yes and we went to a concert last night. Sure it was with her two friends Jo Jo and Maryann and there two friends, Ralph and Joe. But after a whole summer of leering at her tiny little frame as she would pass through the warehouse where I worked, her delivering papers to the shop from the front office where she worked finally paid off. She had to be the smallest, yet perfectly femininely proportioned, woman I had ever seen. Frizzy shoulder length hair, two perfectly firm and round breasts just right for her frame, and the roundest, smallest keyster I had ever viewed, often clad in tight jeans with a large star detail etched in denim on each buttock. Oh, the possibilities I imagined as she would swish

I lay in the dark staring out over the night waters of Lake Michigan through the floor to ceiling high rise windows with the blinds pulled up for an unobstructed view. No other buildings were as high as mine giving me a panorama of the sky and water. I had the windows as open as was possible in such a building. They let in enough of a breeze and the sounds from the park below. I was fresh and clean from my shower and I heard the water being shut off as Leona finished hers. We had been out together all morning and locked in sweaty embraces all afternoon. After all it was the 4th of July and it was hot in Chicago. But the cool breeze blew across the lake and sent the first strains of The Overture through my windows. Sure they were using violins, but I knew this piece intimately so I heard the choral voices in my head. As if on cue Leona strolled in front of the windows. She was a short full figured red head. What a red head indeed. White on white skin, pink on pink nipples, and t