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My Life Ch. 01

By: lesserMan



I was alone in my room. I sat there thinking how this all began.

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After our wedding, I was carrying her across the threshold into the room. She was 5'3" and stunningly beautiful, with shoulder length brown hair and sparkling green eyes.

We both undressed to consummate the marriage and she asked "Wouldn't it be fun if we tied you up?"

It had always been my fantasy to be dominated by a woman, so I agreed. She tied my wrists to the top of the bed. When they were tightly secured, she started on my ankles. Once she had those done, she took some small twine and tied my growing cock to a weight and hung it off the end of the bed. This stretched it to its longest length and kept it in some form of erection. Then she tied some twine around my balls, with the other end tied to a weight as well, and then put it over the edge of the bed. She took a last pace of rope and tied it around my waist and then to each corner of the bed. This kept me very secure so that I could only move my head.

She then took a mask and put it over my head. The mask covered my eyes and had a nose hole. My mouth was left uncovered, which she quickly covered with duct tape. "I am just going to go get something" she said.

She came back a few minutes later. "I was on your computer last month. I saw where you were visiting all those female domination web pages. I thought about what you were looking at and I decided that I would like that, you serving my every need. You can start by giving me head until I tell you to stop."

I wiggled and tried to escape.  I couldn't saying anything because of the duct tape.

She yanked off the tape as she got in the 69 position. She lowered her pussy to my face and I tried to resist. She grabbed my balls and started to squeeze. "I have some pliers if you persist in resisting...." I realized she meant business and started to lick at her clit, pushing my nose in her pussy and tugging on her lips with mine. This went on for what seemed like for 3 hours. She had orgasm after orgasm after orgasm. I could feel her pussy clench on my lips, nose and tongue. 

She then got off and re-applied the duct tape. I heard her on the other side of the room and heard a zipper so I imagine she was getting dressed.

I then heard the door open and several people come in. My wife Angela took them into the bathroom and I heard whispering. Then I heard some girls giggling. Angela came out and said "If you perform well for my bride's maids then maybe I will let you cum on your wedding night. But it is still up to them if your perform well...."

I felt someone straddling my chest. The tape was ripped away and a pussy thrust in my face. My hair was pulled up so that my mouth was on the clit. Again I started to protest and I felt a pair of hands on my balls squeezing again. The pressure was so intense that my eyes watered as a muffled scream escaped my mouth into the waiting pussy.

I started to lick at the clit on this one. It tasted different... While both were sweet, the tastes were different. While I was servicing this bride's maid, the other 4 women were laughing at the size of my penis. I felt it was a decent size, a little over 9 inches, apparently they had seen several much bigger at the bachelorette party. The first bride's maid started to cum. I felt her cum on my face as she kept going and going. 

Then the next on got on and I proceeded to service her as well. This continued, all 5 women taking turns on my chest until I finally passed out. When I woke up, I heard all 5 of them talking about me. I still had the duct tape on my mouth as well.

After a while, Angela came over to me and asked "Do you think you did a good job little man?" I nodded yes. "What do you think?" she asked the other 4 women. There was an average consensus amongst them. "Well I supposed that is good enough" Angela said. She walked away for a second and then came back.

I felt the tension on the rope pulling my cock and balls down loosen. Her hand came down on my cock and started moving up and down vigorously. I moaned with pleasure as I felt the surge in my balls. She started to pump faster. When I came I didn't feel it land on me, I figured it landed on the bed.

Angela left me again and went to talk to her bride's maids some more. After a while, she asked me "Are you thirsty my slave?" I nodded yes. She brought a cup over to me, took off the tape and held it to my lips. Open wide she said. I did as I was told. She poured the cup of cum into my mouth, and taped it closed again.

Then one of the bride maids said "Oh Angela, I got something for you." Angela opened the present and described the items inside.  A leather collar with a lead. A double-sided strap-on dildo A chastity device large lingerie and four hand cuffs.

"They are for your cruise." she said I pictured all the things that could happen with those toys on the cruise. "Let's put some on him now" said another.

The grabbed my cock and put the chastity device on. They then undid each leg at a time and dressed me in the panties. As they were all giggling, I heard the shutter of a camera click several times. All the women were saying "I want one, I want one!"

Angela said "We are gonna lay out some rules for your continued enslavement. You will do what I command immediately or face strict punishment. You will service me as I see fit. You will obey who ever I loan you to. You will continue to wear anything I dress you in."

"What you dress him?!?!" one of the bride's maid asks "Yeah he is so helpless!" Angela said

"Continuing" she said "Your body belongs to me. You cannot touch my cock unless granted permission. You will always wear the chastity pace unless I tell you otherwise. You are not allowed to cum unless I let you. You will be allowed to cum one day a month, and at a day of my choosing. When we are together, you are to remain at my feet unless I dismiss you. When you are called, you will return to your position at my feet. You will not speak unless asked a direct question. Punishment will be as sever and last as long as I choose."

Angela released my right hand. "Sign this as a testament to your willingness to comply and I will make it worth your while...." The four bridesmaids started to rub my body all over. My cock tried to stiffen but the chastity device prevented it.

I hurriedly signed the document, Angela signed it, and then the other 4 bridesmaids signed it as witnesses.

They all laughed. "You think that we were going to give you satisfaction, slave!!"  I sighed.

The 4 bridesmaids left and I still was tied to the bed. Angela went to sleep on the other bed while I lay there tied up. 

The next morning, I was not restrained to the bed anymore, but was still wearing the chastity device and panties. Angela was just coming out of the bathroom "Hi" she said. "Did you have a good rest?"

She came over to me and grabbed my hair. She lifted me up and dragged me over to the chair. Once at the chair, she took the hand cuffs and cuffed me over the chair. She pulled down the panties I was wearing to my knees. She rustled her hand in a bag and pulled something. Then I felt something cool against my butt. She started to stick a finger in my ass as she lubed it up. She then took the strap on put it on as she played its head around my balls. She then took it and slowly inserted it into my ass. We both groaned as we both felt the pressure.

She then started to move in and out as she pumped my ass. I felt my cock try and stiffen but the chastity device prevented it. She reached down and fondled my balls as she moved in and out. She fell on my back as she came, the dildo fully thrust in my ass.

She pulled out and rubbed my hair on my head. "Yes, I do believe that I like this new arrangement" she said. 

My Life Ch. 01



(I love sex. Wait. That isn't exactly accurate. Oh, I do love sex, but what I really love, what turns me on the most is making a woman cum. Whether it's with my fingers, palms, tongue, teeth, lips, cock, toys, whatever - watching a woman cum, seeing how each one reacts differently to that sensation, and knowing you are the one who caused it,is what takes me over the top. 

There is nothing more beautiful, nothing sexier, nothing more sensual and nothing that stirs my blood greater - unless it's making her do it again and again and again.

This is my first story. These stories will be true. Names will be changed to protect the innocent, as they say, but the descriptions of the people will be as accurate as my limited ability will permit. Locations will be described generally. Enjoy.)

Chapter 1: My Name is T

My name is Timothy. Tim. But long ago, much to my Mother's dismay, my Dad shortened it to T. I don't remember. I was too young. I'm the third oldest of 8, second oldest of the 4 boys. My Dad called me the ringleader because I could get my brothers and sisters to do things they wouldn't normally do otherwise. I had a knack.

So T it was, for Tim, until I began playing organized school sports where you had to shower with other boys in your age group. I remember the first time I walked into the shower in Jr. High. I heard whispers of "Donkey Dick" and "Elephant Boy, I can see his trunk" You know how mean kids can get. 

I could easily see that my hanging penis was much longer and much thicker than the others in my class. 

(Before we get too carried away it has since been measured, with a hard-on, at 10 3/8' in length, and, with a tailors fitting tape, to be 7 7/8' around. Some of you have seen bigger, or longer. So have I. I've had a lot of fun with what I have and am completely satisfied.)

Luckily I had grown fast, tall and lean, and lightening quick. I put a stop to the name-calling. Still, I was embarrassed. 

When I began my first year of high school it started again. As I said, I grew quick. I was a freshman, yes, but I was 5'10" and 175 lbs of hard worked muscle and still growing. By my senior year I was 6'2", 193 lbs and a 29" waist.

I couldn't fight everyone so I settled to still be called T, only now it stood for "Trunk". And still it was an embarrassment. I waited to shower alone or in the presence of only my closest friends. Even the closest of friends could be caught staring at it or taking sly peaks from time to time.

I turned 18 at the beginning of November in my senior year. I had been working in a three-bay garage/filling station/grocery store since I was 14, first as a mechanics helper, then junior mechanic and finally, at 17, a full time mechanic. The pay was good for the mid-sixties. The work was hard but I enjoyed the challenge of getting an engine to achieve peak performance. 

My working hours during school were after practice, during football and baseball seasons, until 10 PM. When I wasn't playing sports I worked from 3 - 10 PM. I had Friday and Saturday nights off, working from 9 - 5. My Sunday's were totally mine.

We lived in a small town of 250 people. Our school was a consolidation of 3 small towns and the farming area surrounding them. Our town was the smallest of the three. Not even a stop sign or light on the main street, which was a US Highway.

We had a lot of traffic through town. 

There was a lake close by with camping and a beach, so summers we had a lot of campers and tanners. We also had a lot of truck traffic. It was inevitable that someone would take advantage of the old 4-room school building at the edge of town. 

Having been deserted after the consolidation, a family I'll call the W's bought it and turned it into a diner/truckstop.

The W's also owned a small 350-acre farm about a mile and half from town. Mr. W drove semi and was gone for weeks at a time. His boys ran the farm. His wife Bonnie ran the truck stop. 

The youngest boy, Brad, was in my class. I won't say we were good friends, but we liked each other, talked to each other, played sports together, etc. He ran with some kids I didn't like. It was the only thing keeping us from being really good friends. 

Brad knew what the "T" really stood for and Brad talked to his brothers about everything. My brothers and I shared most things also, so I really didn't blame him. 

What Brad didn't know was that his mother overheard some of their conversations.

I used to go to the diner to grab a burger and fries a couple of times a week after work. I got off at 10 and the diner didn't close until 10:30. The counter was L-shaped with flip-tops at both ends of the L for entry/exit. 

I would sit at the last place on the short side. It was the seat with the best view.

You see Mrs. W was really good looking. She was 38, about 5'5", 115 lbs, long black hair, pretty face and beautiful blue eyes. Truthfully, I went there to replenish my memory more than for the burger and fries. Mrs. W was the focus of some great fascinations. Yes, I mean masturbation.

It was during football season, a Wednesday night, when I entered to find the place deserted except for Mrs. W. 

She looked up as I entered, got up, walked toward the kitchen calling back over her shoulder "I'll have your burger right away, T." 

I walked behind the counter, as I often did when she was busy, got my own Pepsi and a glass of ice water, then sat down at my spot.

When she came out of the kitchen with the plate she didn't place it across the counter as she normally did. 

Instead she got herself an iced tea, flipped up the hinged section, walked to the stool next to me, placed the plate in front of me and sat down. Leaning on one elbow sipping her ice tea, she watched me as I ate. 

I was about half done when she said "I know what 'T' really stands for, T." 

I froze with the burger half way to my mouth, turned my head and looked into those eyes, turning a beet red so I am told. 

"What?" I asked. "Trunk" she responded with a slight smile on her face. 

That was it. I got up and began walking toward the door. I don't know what I was feeling most, anger at Brad, embarrassed, ashamed?! It was welling up in me and I wanted to hit something, someone. 

"Wait, T, don't leave, please, don't leave. I didn't mean to embarrass you. Please sit down. Finish your sandwich. It's free. I'm sorry. It was stupid of me." 

I heard the words from the start and stopped. I saw her approach, felt her put her arms around me. The "I'm sorry. It was stupid of me" were whispered in my ear as she held me close with both arms around me. 

Releasing me enough to pull her face back about two inches from mine so she could gaze into my eyes, she pleaded "Please, T. Don't go. Stay here. Let's talk a little. Please." 

A weak "OK" was all I could manage. She grabbed my arm, squeezing it into her breast as she guided me back to my stool.

I sat back down but I couldn't eat. I pushed the plate away from me, turned to her and asked, "How did you find out?" 

Holding my hands in hers, she hadn't let completely go of me after our first embrace, she told how she had overheard Brad telling his brothers, them talking about how big it was hanging and speculating how huge it might get with a hard-on.

When she ended her story I guess I was turning red again. 

She said "Wait right here", walked over to the door and flipped the sign so the "Closed" was facing out, locked the door, turned off the lights. The only light shining was coming from the kitchen as she came back to stand next to me. 

The stools pivoted. She placed her hand on my knee and swiveled me toward her. 

Taking my hands she pulled them to her saying "Come with me, T." Putting her hands behind her back, but never letting go of mine, she led me through the kitchen area into the small alcove she used for an office. 

This was the only area that couldn't be seen from any window in the diner, other than the interior of the restrooms. 

Guiding me until my back was against the desk, she placed my arms around her waist before putting her hands on my chest. 

I was looking down, from embarrassment I suppose, so she used her hand to nudge my chin high enough to look into my eyes.

"T, you are a very handsome young man. I look forward to you walking through that door. I find myself watching the clock and glancing up the road hoping for that first sight of you." 

"I even think of you at night when I'm lying in my bed, T."

"I don't want you to stop coming here. I never meant to hurt you" she kissed me on the cheek, "and I can't stand the thought of never seeing you" she kissed my other cheek, "walking down the road toward the diner again" and she kissed me on the lips. 

"Forgive me, please" and another kiss on the lips, longer kiss, gentle kiss, with just a soft brush of her tongue on my lips.

I had kissed before, even French kissed before. I had felt breasts, too, but none completely naked. 

I'd run my hand up the skirt of high school dates and my fingers had played with them through their panties. But I had never done anything more-Ever. 

One girl, a little friendlier, had even wanted to see my cock and, upon seeing it, asked me to take her home. So I was nervous. 

But I wanted this. So, I kissed her back. 

When my tongue first made contact with her lips I think she was startled. I had my eyes open, looking at hers, and her eyes widened. As my tongue entered her mouth those eyes closed and her moan escaped from her between our lips. 

It was the sexiest sound I had ever heard.

She melted against me; her hands closed around me, one on the nape of my neck the other around my shoulder, pulling me tight to her. My arms closed around her, one high around her back, one low around her waist. We kissed, and kissed and kissed. 

Our tongues dueled for a time, then she withdrew her tongue and sucked hard on mine, and then they were dueling again. 

I always was a quick learner, so I withdrew mine and sucked on hers, hard.

My "Trunk" began to grow. 

I was wearing a pair of Levi's and a tee shirt, the kind with a pocket. I had a 29" waist but my calves were thick so I bought 31" waists. I also had on a pair of boxer shorts. 

As my "Trunk" grew it pushed through the elastic waistband of the boxers, up past the waist of the Levi's. She felt it growing so she pushed against it, rubbing her belly on it. 

When she stopped rubbing I opened my eyes to see what was what. She was staring at me. It wasn't until later she explained that she had been shocked at how high it was on her belly. 

Right then, though, she looked into my eyes saying, "Please, T, let me see it. I want to see it!" 

She backed away slightly and lifted my tee shirt over my head. Looking down as she did this, the moment my belly was exposed she could see the top 4 inches peaking above the waistband. 

"Oh, my God" she said as she freed me from my shirt. 

"Oh, my God" she said again, softer than the first time, as she reached for the button on the front of my Levi's. 

"Oh, my God", softer yet as she unzipped me and began pushing both jeans and boxers down. 

I stood there, jeans and boxers at my ankles, as, once more I heard "Oh, my God" as her hand came forward slowly, ever so slowly, as though the thing it was advancing on might suddenly strike out and take her hand off at the wrist. 

Her hand finally made contact, fingers attempting to encircle until finally the other hand advanced to complete the encirclement. She had both hands around it, and there was plenty above and below not yet touched. "I can't touch my thumb" I heard her say. 

Once again I heard "Oh, my God" as she began to gently move her top hand slowly up to the widely flanged crown. 

I watched her this entire time and from the moment she started lifting my shirt until she had stroked the crown softly 3 or 4 times she had never looked up at me, had seen nothing but what she held in her hands. 

Finally, after what seemed like forever, she looked up into my eyes and said "It's beautiful, T. It's magnificent." 

Her eyes lowered again, watching her own hands moving up, down and around. She couldn't stop talking. 

"I've never seen one so long or so thick," she said in an awestruck voice. Slowly she kept stroking up and down with both hands. "It's so hard, and soft at the same time." 

Very gently she lowered to her knees until it was right in front of her face. I could feel her breath on it. 

She extended her thumb up over the crown and began rubbing the pre-cum softly around the head. There was a lot of it. 

She released one hand, brought it up to palm the head, smearing the pre-cum further around and down. The sensation of her hand was more than I could take.

She felt it straining, knew what was coming, and began to work her hand in earnest, over the crown to wet them, encircle and stroke. Within moments both of her hands were wet, both stroking faster, twisting at the wrists as she tried to make contact with as much as possible.

The crown flanged wider, the girth grew larger and a long low moan escaped from her again. She began to really stroke it mumbling, "I want it, T. Give it to me, oh please, give it to me." 

I did. 

Oh, yes, I gave it to her. With a long groan, rope after rope of cum flew out of the end, shot into the air to land in her hair, on her face, on her blouse. 

It was going everywhere until, all of the sudden her face darted forward, her lips encircled the head and about two inches of my cock disappeared into her mouth. 

And still I discharged, into her mouth now, with her tongue flashing back and forth across that sack just under the head. 

She was snarling like a hungry animal being kept from it's food. My knees grew weak and I fell back against the desk, dislodging all but the very tip from her mouth. 

With a growl she came after it, sinking it even deeper into her mouth this time, sucking on it, going after every last drop.

I looked down to see that at some point she had unfastened her own pants and her hand was working fiercely inside them. As she sucked the last drops she began moaning around my cock, long, deep moans. Her body began to shake and her hand down her pants moved quicker. 

She stiffened and, not letting go of my cock with the other hand, pulled her mouth off and collapsed on the floor with a muffled shriek,legs and body twitching. 

And still, one hand had my cock. 

That one hand caressed it and stroked it and wouldn't let it go soft. Lying there on the floor she opened her eyes and watched her hand move on my cock. Her other hand began untying her shoelaces and removing her shoes. 

That completed she began pushing her own jeans off her hips and down her legs. Her panties went right along with them.

From that same position on the floor she untied my shoes and removed them one by one. She didn't trust her legs yet so she slowly worked herself up onto her knees again. Lifting on my legs one by one she removed my jeans and boxers then, finally, stood up. 

I watched her use just the one hand to do all this while keeping the other on my cock, sliding it up and down, keeping it moist with the pre-cum that was again oozing out the tip, and all the time with this sly smile on her face like a child who had found a horde of hidden candy and was going to keep it all to herself. 

"Unbutton my blouse," she said. I did, and slid it down her shoulders. She refused to let go of me, switching hands until the blouse finally hit the floor. 

"Unsnap my bra" she whispered and moved in close so my arms could go around her. I'm afraid I fumbled at this a little. Inexperienced, you know. I finally got it and it was removed the same as the blouse, one arm at a time.

For the first time in my life I had a naked woman standing in front of me. And she was beautiful, even with the scar on her stomach and the stretch marks extending onto her hips. 

Her breast sagged very little. If they had sagged to her belly button it wouldn't have mattered to me. Her waist was small and her butt firm.

Still holding my cock she turned us around and inched her way to a sitting position on the desk. Gently she pulled me forward by my cock. As I closed in her legs spread wide, up over my hips, her heels pulling on my butt, drawing me closer now with her legs and hand. 

Placing the head against the lips of her vagina and with a small moan she rubbed it up and down her slit. She was wet. She was very wet. 

Placing it at her opening she urged me forward with her legs. Slowly the head began to disappear. 

Oh my, she was tight, very tight.

"Wait, T, wait. This isn't going to work." 

Finally letting go of my cock she got to her feet, pushed everything on the desk to the floor and said "Lay down here."

She crawled on top of me and once again took hold of my cock. Centering herself over it she slowly, so very slowly began lowering herself. 

She kept mumbling "I want this in me. I want you in me. I want your cock, T. I need it. I need it." 

Inch by inch it began to disappear.

She was so tight. She was so wet and so warm inside, and so tight it hurt.

With only a third of it inside her she began to rock back and forth on it. Each downward movement produced an animal like grunt and she'd take a little more. I loved watching her. 

Her hands were on my chest, using my chest for leverage. Her mouth was wide open, as though gasping for breath. Her long black hair was hanging over me, brushing back and forth as she moved up and down on my cock. Her eyes were glassy, as though in a trance. 

She was concentrating. She knew what she wanted and she wasn't going to be satisfied until she had it all.

With half of it inside her she came all over it. 

Her body wracked and shuddered and shivered and she screamed "Oh yes, oh yes, ooooohhhhh yyyyessssssss!!!!" I could feel the moisture from her sliding down between my legs.

She collapsed onto me, kissing my lips, my eyes, my cheeks, my chin. After a short pause, I couldn't help myself. I flexed my cock once, twice. She moaned and quivered each time. With the third flex she growled and started moving back and forth on it again. 

She was going for all of it this time. She wasn't going slowly any longer, she was jamming herself on it, impaling herself, driving it deeper and deeper with each downward motion. 

I can still hear the grunts and groans and moans as she worked hard to take it all.

With two thirds inside my tip, I thought, hit bottom. It brought a cry of what sounded like pain, and still she didn't stop. She slammed herself down hard on it time and again while working her hips into a different angle with each downward press. 

Suddenly something gave and, as a cry her tore from her, her pelvic bone came fully down on mine. 

She laid there for just a little, getting used to it. "I'm so full. You fill me so full, T. I love your cock. Nothing has ever been this deep in me. I wish you could feel what I'm feeling now." 

After several minutes of mumbling she began to move again.

No longer was she moving up and down. Now, with me fully inside her, she began grinding back and forth, rubbing herself hard on my pelvic bone. 

I was too inexperienced to know why she had changed her motion. What I did know was how good it felt. And I was smart enough to grab onto her butt with both hands, gripping her hard and yanking her back and forth.

Through all her efforts to get me fully inside there were several times when the pain was so great I feared I wouldn't keep my erection. 

Now, deep inside her, there was no more pain. There was a warm, very wet tightness that no longer hurt. I was in heaven. My cock began to expand, growing larger as she worked herself hard on it. 

She felt it growing harder, longer, wider and cried, "Yes, T, cum in me! Cum in me, T! I want your cum in me! I want to feel you cum in me. Give it to me!! Give it to me!!!" and all the while she worked herself harder and harder against my pelvic bone.




My Life Ch. 01



My body tensed so that only my shoulder blades and heels were touching the table. My being was centered in the tip of my cock. I lifted us both as she threw her arms around me and threw her hips into a frenzy on my cock. 

I erupted. It felt like the end of my cock had ripped apart. My cum felt like it was pulled from the very tips of my toes and fingers. 

With the first slam of cum hitting up inside her, she gave a shriek and her body went ballistic. She couldn't stop moving and she couldn't stop cumming. Spasm after spasm wracked her body. 

Finally there was one very long, very loud "Ooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhh!!!", she collapsed on top of me and fell silent. 

Her body twitched and shivered, but not one sound did she utter.

My own body was going through some contortions of it's own so I was a little tardy in noticing her silence. I'm sure you can understand. 

Finally realizing she was very still, I flexed my cock to get a rise out of her. Nothing.

Taking her by the shoulders I lifted her enough to see her eyes were closed, her features were normal and she was breathing evenly. She was almost snoring! 

Even soft I had difficulty getting my cock out of her. Finally I disentangled myself, laid her on the desk and covered her with her clothes. 

I went into the restroom to wash my face only to find I had entered the women's restroom. There was a single bed in there with a pillow at the head and a blanket folded at the foot. Now what was that doing in here?

I took both back out, lifted her head to place the pillow then covered her with the blanket. 

Finding a paper and pen I wrote a short note and placed it on the pillow next to her head. 

It was quiet at work the next day. I was sitting at the counter doing my homework when the phone rang. 

I said the station's name and added, "This is T." The only word I heard before the line went dead was "Yes!"

You see, my note had read: "I want you again. Would tomorrow night be OK? T"



My Life Ch. 01



She logs into her e-mail to see if anyone has left her a message. The computer clicks. The disk in the drive swirls and whirls. She taps her fingers on the desk while she waits, wondering what she should make for dinner. "Like the fucker will even eat it," she mumbles under her breath.

She's been married for 9 years. Leah has waited for that zing to hit her mind and her heart. She looks at Tim and does not see it. She doesn't feel it. Leah is numb in this. She's been numb longer than she can even remember. How many times has she asked herself, "I left my friends and family for this?" Too many. Too many nights going to bed alone. Too many days going online and buying toys on the sly and fucking herself silly because Tim sits his ass on the computer jacking off to pre-teen boys and girls on the fucking computer she's come to loath instead of coming to bed to fuck HER. The very computer she is now logging onto. Leah looks for that one zing that is going to make her feel like her life is worth living – as she lost that hope a long time ago.

No e-mail. Fuck. That's about normal. If she had an e-mail, she'd have been surprised.

Waits a minute, there's one in the junk folder.

"Come join MSN Chat!"

"What the hell," Leah whispers as she logs into BBW**.

Not 2 minutes into the chat room and she gets a private message from Phrozen.

Then another from a guy named Alan398.

Leah starts chatting in the room and feels like she's finally getting a bit of attention. She laughs out loud as a regular makes a joke about a horse and a blonde. She even starts checking out profiles and writing down names of people she'd like to chat with again. Before she knows it, 2 hours have passed and she still hasn't started dinner.

After she says goodbye to everyone in the room, she jumps up and goes into the kitchen and begins making spaghetti. She pulls out the noodles as Tim walks into the door. Tim looks at Leah, and she says, "Hey honey" with a smile on her face.

"What's wrong with you?" he chides, as he sets his lunch box on her newly polished table. Leah walks over and picks up the lunch box and sets it on the floor (as she's asked him to do a hundred times) before saying, "Nothing, just making dinner."

Tim grunts, "It's 7 o'clock, should have been ready by now" as he walks into the computer room and shuts the door.

Leah just rolls her eyes at this typical response and gets dinner going.

Several weeks months later, Leah is feeling like a regular member in BBW**. Not only does she talk to people she feels are real, sincere, and honest – but she isn't judged by her appearance. A lot of guys tell her that she's beautiful, and some are rather flirty, but none she has met have ever sparked her in a way that makes her heart beat faster.

Until . . . 

RaiderLovingFool: "I hear you are pretty good at finding out who sings different songs. Do you know who sings that graduation song?"

Leah looks at RaiderLovinFool's profile, and thinks to herself, "Wow! What a handsome guy!" Blonde hair, blue eyes, devilish grin . . . and he's separated. 

 Leah types: What graduation song is that?

RaiderLovingFool: The one where the guy is giving advice to the students. He tells them to wear sunscreen.

Leah types: Sure, I'll look for it for you.

The conversation from there became more personal. They began discussing their marriages, their families, their interests. Leah admitted that her marriage has been bad for a long, long time. Raider admitted that his had been bad for a long time as well, and that he had finally had it about a year before and had left his wife. 

After both of them logged off, Leah realized her heart was beating very fast. Her face was warm. And that she had never felt this comfortable talking to a person of the opposite sex before – on or off of the computer. 

Leah and Raider began talking online every day. After about 2 weeks, Raider asked for her phone number. They both had Sprint PCS unlimited mobile to mobile, but Leah was apprehensive. She was afraid that her husband would find out about them talking and kick her out – and she was in school full time and enrolled in a student teaching program. If she was kicked out of her house, she would have nowhere to go except back to Texas to live with her mom and dad – and that would deter her from earning her degree for another 3 years. There were a lot of things at stake. 

Leah realized she did not care if Tim found out. Tim had not been her husband for a very long time. His online addictions to pornography, his conversations with girls (not women, girls) on yahoo, and his behavior towards her had finally killed any feelings she had for him. She had lost all love and respect for him – if they had ever been there in the first place.

So, she gave him her number. And the phone calls began. Leah and Raider talked on the phone all the time. When Tim was working nights, Leah and Raider would sit at the computer with the webcam on, talking on their phones for 4 or 5 hours at a time. She would walk outside of the apartment and into the laundry room and make quick phone calls to him. She'd call him from school. He'd call early in the morning after Tim went to work. This went on for 2 months. Then, something incredible happened.

Tim applied for a job in Montana. They had been living in Nebraska for almost 5 years – and Tim had a great job – but this was a chance for him to nearly double his income. 

And this was the chance that Leah was looking for – to get away from Tim.

And to see where this thing with Raider was leading to. 

She already knew one thing. She was in love with Raider.

He was the zing she needed.

He was the one thing that made her want to live her life.

And she wanted to see if he felt the same.

After convincing and prodding and pleading – Tim finally applied for the job. He was then granted an interview. The company wanted him to come up for a week to see the area and go through the formalities of the interviews.

So, Raider began planning a trip to Nebraska – for that same weekend.

The morning Tim left for Montana, Leah went to the airport to pick up Raider. They had made plans to meet at the airport, and Leah would drive them to a local hotel where they would spend the weekend. The hotel was in a little town outside of Lincoln, where she knew they would not run into any of Tim's friends.

She headed to the airport, with nerves in her belly. She was so nervous. She kept patting her hair and checking herself in the mirror. She agonized in the baggage area. Every time someone came around the corner, Leah's heart would pound really hard.

The baggage area announced that the flight from Portland, Oregon was in. Leah became very antsy. Her eyes met dozens of others. People stared at her. She was nervous.

Then, she saw him.

On the other side of the baggage claim was the man who had come to know her better than she knew herself.

He was walking down one side, and she began walking the same direction to meet him at the end. He hadn't seen her yet. She saw his handsome face and smiled. Just as she did, he met her eyes. 

The most brilliant smile broke out over his face. His face became pink, he walked a bit faster. They finally reached each other. Raider dropped his bag, wrapped his arms around Leah, and kissed her breathless. She held onto him tightly and felt her head swim with desire for this man that was finally in her arms. He let her go. He said, "Hi, baby."

And her heart was gone. It instantly became his.

And it is at that moment that her life . . . my life . . . began. 



My Life Ch. 01



I have been told that I should write about my life experiences so I am planning to start chapters of what it was that got me to this point in my life and the pleasures I have enjoyed on the trip. 

I have been sexually aware for as long as I can recall. My parents were free love hippies in the 60s and probably among the first of the swinging set by the 70s. We spent many weekends at nude beaches. My first activity beyond masturbation was with my older brother in my mid teens, but that is not for this story. This is the first installment of my life story.

First let me tell you a little about me. I am a woman in my early 40s, 5'8", 145lbs brown hair, blue eyes and I work out regularly so I am in fairly good shape. People ask about my tits, they are B cups with little pink nipples, I know not big but they serve me well and by the way, I don't shave, I did for a while but now I prefer natural. That should provide a rough idea.

While my parents were very sexually active and allowed me to explore my sexuality as I liked I did on occasion walk in when they were having sex with eachother and friends. They believed that there was a clear line between being a kid and an adult, this is a story about that line. While I was sexually involved before I turned 18 they were only boys (and a few girls). The first real man (men) I had was on my 18th birthday. This is part of the story about that day.

I had been anticipating my birthday for quite a while. My parents had promised me a very special party and with the way they spent their entertainment time I had some good idea of what that meant and my free nights were spent as any young person anticipating what things were to come and would be like, pleasuring myself as often as I was able.

On the day of the party my parents left early and my brother spent the day teasing me about with what was sure to come, he had by this time been invited to a few of their parties already. I woke up that morning as I often did and laying in my bed aroused and horney. Soon my fingers found their way to my already smooth, wet lips. This is the same route I have perfected and taken thousands of times in my life since I discovered the pleasure my pussy can bring. My fingers moved over the familiar supple folds of my cunt, sliding down the sides of my hard little clit, pleasure coming from the nerves clustered there. Slipping my fingers down the sides of my soft, full labia, pulling on them slightly as I work them down to that firm, tender flesh between the wet opening of the warm, dripping gash and the dark, puckered rear cavity. Stopping there and I massage softly the area to which few others ever pay much attention to then I slip the tip of my finger just a little into my dark, musky ass before sliding back up. Slipping my finger the length of my wet slit which is slowly flowing with the slick dampness from deep within me. My fingers dipping as they pass thru my velvety, moist vagina, my fingers move inside there. In and out spreading the wet cream from my pussy over my hand before I slide them up to again grasp my hard little clit between my fingers. Rubbing quickly, my eyes closed, the pleasure fluttering thru my body as I think of what is to come. Faster my fingers move my cunt flowing more of the wet, clear fluid dripping down to wet my tight little asshole, I can feel it cumming, my orgasm, this is the best time, just before I cum, my body tenses, my toes curl and my back arches slightly as my fingers move quickly over my stiff little nub.........

"WHOA THERE," my brother quickly opens the door, "you can't do that. You have to wait for the party tonight." Startled, the mood is broken just as I am about to cum. Whimpering softly I look down my body between my legs at the door and my brother is standing there in his boxers gazing directly at my fingers playing with my soggy cunt. 

A moan escapes my lips as I pout and whine, " no fair, I was just about to cum and you spoiled it" I said as he walked to stand beside my bed and look at my naked, slightly moist body.

"I know, mom and dad told me to keep an eye on you and I am not going to let you cum until the party tonight." He was standing there beside me, I could see his hard cock tenting inside his boxers, "I would help you if you let me" I said as I reached over and wrapped my fingers around the firm flesh of his hard shaft covered with the thin cloth. I could see the pleasure on his face as I stroked him thru the thin material.

"Hey I can cum, but you have to wait." He said as I continued to slowly stroke his hard cock.

"Come on I can cum as much as I like, not like you. You cum 3 or 4 times and you are done for the night." I pulled his firm cock out thru the fly. I like that, a cock sticking out thru a guys pants and nothing else. I sat up, his cock inches from my face, a little wet, sticky pre-cum leaking from the tip. I stroked the warm flesh a few times before I leaned in and touched my lips and kissing the tip. Pulling back, there was a little slimly string of sticky fluid stretching from my mouth to his cock. I licked the salty essence from my lips.

" But you have to wait, I don't," he said as my mouth surrounded his warm flesh. I started sucking, the smooth head filling my mouth, my hand slipping up and down the shaft. My head moved in and out, the head of his large cock filling my mouth, touching the back of my throat. I could hear him grunt. My hand moves faster, I know just how to make him cum fast as my tongue flicks its way around the rim of his cock. Faster I move, my hand stroking his hard cock keeping my mouth around the head. I know him, we have done this a lot in the last few years and I know just when he is going to cum. I feel his cock throb just a little and feel the quick jerk he does just before he cums...... and I stop. 

"Oh God, don't stop now!!!" he cries as I pull away and sit back showing my self to him. "If I can't cum neither can you," I tease. He grasps his cock and starts to stroke it rapidly while he stairs down at my nude body. He cums, spurting the white, creamy, wet spunk across the short distance between the tip of his cock and my bare tits. It splatters on my chest, over my tanned tits and trickles down my belly to collect at my smooth cunt ( I shaved in those days). I sat there and watched as his cock sprayed my and I recall I almost came sitting there watching him jack off on me. I reached up and slipped my fingers thru the wet slime then they found their way back down between my legs as he finished cumming, the cream dripping from the slit in the tip of his hard cock and into my lap. Fingering my clit, my eyes glued to the dripping slit in the tip of his cock and as he was distracted I quickly started to feel the rush come again. 

I was staring at his cock fingering my cunt when he grabbed my hand, "oh no you don't." I almost screamed, my cunt was throbbing so hard. He held my hands between his, his slowly softening cock hanging out his fly, as the initial almost cum rush passed. "It will be that much better for you tonight is you wait."

I whimpered again, moaning because of my need, and so the day went. My cunt was soaking all day and I tried to slip my fingers down to release the tension there. I changed my panties twice before noon and finally just went without wearing a short skirt. I could feel the wetness between my legs dripping, making my thighs slide slickly against each other as I walked around. My brother never left me that day, he even came in when I was in the bathroom to make sure I wouldn't satisfy myself. The good thing was I made sure he suffered along with me and I saw the outline of a hard cock inside his pants a lot that day.

I thought that night would never come. I dressed in anticipation of the things to come, a loose, fairly short dark skirt with no panties, a red, button front shirt and no bra, stockings and a garter belt, no jewelry .... (I never found out what happened to those clothes, I never saw them again after that night). My brother and I smoked a nice fat joint on the way there and I was feeling no pain as we pulled into the entry of the 5 star hotel where my party was going to happen. I got out of the car when the valet opened the door and flashed him a slow look at my wet pussy. My brother handed the keys to the valet and we went in to the restaurant where we found my parents and 3 other couples waiting. These were all VERY good looking people a couple of which I knew as friends of my parents. The oldest couple couldn't have been over about 40 and you could tell by the way they were dressed were well off and belonged in this place and had planned as I had for the night. I sat between a man I didn't know about 30 and the wife of the another. I could feel the heat coming from both of them. I have no idea what I ate that night or even if I ate, I was so horney. The people beside me spent a lot of the evening sliding their hands along my thighs, a few times the woman slipped her hand under my skirt and slid her fingers thru my dripping cunt and then moving her hand to her lips tasting them. I imagine there were other things going on at that table but I was oblivious to them on the verge of cumming throughout the meal. I am told that when I got up from the table the wet spot at the back of my skirt was so big and obvious that several of my new friends had to walk behind me.

I barely remember going up to the room, I do recall that in the elevator there were hands all over me and that I had no idea where they came from or whose they were. I floated to the room in a state I have never been in before or since.

Once we were in the room I was even more the center of attention. Hands all over me, fingers exploring my every opening lips exploring my body and kissing mine our tongues exploring each others mouths, a man, a woman and more, I didn't knew who. 

I came.

The explosion came so hard and fast that my knees buckled and I had to be supported by someone. The waves causing sparks in my head my eyes rolled back, they said I screamed, moaned and cried, I don't doubt it. I have never felt anything like that in my life before or since, a combination of pent up desire from the day and the skillful manipulations of these extraordinary lovers hands and fingers on my body did something to me that was beyond magnificent, surges passing throughout my body..

I must have passed out because the next thing I was aware of was laying on the bed, looking up at the ceiling with someone softly caressing my bare, naked skin. The woman lying next to me was naked, her enormous firm breasts brushing my side, large, dark brown areolas of her nipples like I have only seen before in porn or magazines. She was up on one elbow and looking at me smiling.

"Hello, I my name is Susan, how are you doing" she said as she caressed the smooth, soft skin of my shaved mons and lips of my drenched cunt. She was the woman that sat across from me at the table and I am sure that it was her foot that kept caressing my leg under the table and probing between my thighs.

"I don't know, nothing like that has ever happened before, but it was incredible!" I said as I looked into her friendly blue eyes.

She bent down and softly placed her lips on mine. " Just take your time, we have all night," she whispered. The feel of her soft hand on my naked skin was so relaxing after that hard cum that I could have fallen asleep right there. I turned my head and looked around the room, there were naked bodies everywhere. Most of them were in the early stages of sex, kissing, fondling and stroking each other. There were 2 women there on the chair with my father, one on her knees sucking his large cock the other with her lips planted firmly on his. My brother was with the woman that sat next to me at the table. I don't recall seeing my mom because when I looked over at the other bed I saw something I had never seen before, there was a man there sucking another guys cock. 

My eyes froze on that and I had to watch. Susan's husband was having his cock sucked by another guy. Her husband was black and he had only an average size cock but it was dark and hard and disappearing between the other guy's lips and all the way down his throat. I couldn't take my eyes off that. Susan laying beside me was watching too. "you like that?" she whispered into my ear. All I could do was nod and grunt in the affirmative. I was transfixed and all my life since that moment there is nothing that I like more than watching guys fuck while I am having sex. I just lay there as Susan worked her way down me, sucking my nipples, planting soft kisses down my belly, fingering my pussy while she worked down, kissing every soft spot on her trip down to my waiting cunt. She is to this day one of the most skillful people I know when it comes to eating pussy or doing anything to it for that matter. Her lips met my clit, and gently sucked, her tongue exploring my wetness deep as she pressed and sucked the lips. My eyes glued to that hard black cock slipping in and out between that guys sucking lips. Her tongue explored the dark musky opening of my tight musky asshole as I lifted my knees to give her better access. I started to build but this was different, the tension climbed slowly up and stopped, she held me there on the edge of cum for as long as she wanted she would back off and let me come down a little, she knew just what to do and how to control my desire. 

As I watched, the two guys on the other bed shifted. The guy sucking Susan's husband's cock slid up. I was in just the right position to see him from behind, his hairy balls hanging down below his dark puckered anus as he lowered himself down onto that black, hard cock. I watched as his cock slowly stretched that little, wrinkled, brown asshole open and start to wrap itself around the bulb of the head of his cock. He were moving slowly down the shaft, I don't know if it was as a show for me or just getting used to the feel of a hard cock inside his bowels, but it seemed to take forever for that cock to bury itself fully inside that nether opening. As I watched he rose up and I saw his asshole pull out as Susan's husband's cock pulled from that tight cavity. He began to fuck himself faster on that hard, brown member. In and out it moved in that dark hole. Faster, deeper, Susan must have known just what was happening because just as I thought her husband was getting close she brought me closer. He was tensing and pushing in hard as the guy came down fiercely on his cock. Suddenly he came, and I came, I came almost as hard as the first time. Susan knew just when to make it happen. I was fixated on watching her husband jerk as his cum spurted deep into his anus. 

I just lay there looking at that cock slowly soften, still inside that guys asshole and finally plop out, a trickle of cum following it and dripping on those smooth black balls. Soon the guy who had just been fucked by her husband got up and moved over to where we were, his cock sticking out in front of him. Kneeling behind Susan who was on her knees between my legs, I could feel her lips press tightly on my cunt as he slid his hard cock into her from behind. I lay there my eyes and his looking into each other as he fucked the woman that was still lapping on my dripping pussy. I came looking into his eyes, I love to look into the eyes of someone while we are both being pleasured by someone else. 

Needless to say there were many pleasures that night, I fucked my dad for the first time, (that is another story) and watched as my brother ate some guys cum from my mom's dripping cunt. I fucked every guy in the place and the women and I pleasured each other in every imaginable way. That night I learned the difference between the boys (and a few girls) I had fucked while growing up and the adult lovers who had learned the skills of pleasuring others. To this day I am friends with many of the people I met that night and several of them, especially my dear friends Susan and her husband, I still fit into my nights when we are able.

This is only the beginning of long a story lasting over 20 years now and I hope to share much of what I have enjoyed with all of you.



My Life Ch. 01



The two-story house was typical to most houses in Southern California, covered in stucco with a few areas of fake looking stone to make it look slightly different than the neighbors. I stepped onto the front porch and knocked on the front door. No one answered right away but I could hear music and laughter inside so I knew they were here: They being my oldest brother and a few of this friends. The sun setting but it was still high enough in the sky to make my blouse stick to my skin. It was blazing hot and this wasn't how I wanted to spend my first afternoon back from school. 

I rang the doorbell twice and nearly left before the door finally opened. I took an involuntary step back as I looked up to the guy that had just opened the door. He had to be at least six-foot-four and was well built with tightly cropped, dirty blondish hair. 

"Can I help you," he asked politely? 

It took me a long moment to remember why I was even standing there, "I'm looking for my brother," I finally sputtered out, and then quickly added, "Brandon— I'm looking for Brandon." 

He squinted and looked at me carefully, "You're Brandon's little sister," he finally said in mild surprise. 

"Yes, his wife asked me to pop over and tell him that she's ready to go. Is he here?" 

The man didn't say anything for almost a minute—just stared. It made me feel extremely uncomfortable and I tried to think of some smart ass comment to throw at him, but his dark eyes made me feel so small that my mind just went blank. 

Finally he shook his head and smiled, "I'm sorry, I'm Kyle," he apologized. "You probably don't remember me. I used to hang out at your parent's house all the time when I was in high school with your brother." 

I studied him carefully but didn't recognize him so I simply shook my head, "Sorry, I don't remember you." 

Kyle laughed, it sounded easy and genuine, "No, you probably wouldn't. You were only just a baby when your brother and I were seniors. But wow, you look all grown up now." 

The complement made me blush in embarrassment, "Uh...yeah, I guess I am," I said lamely. I shifted to the side and tried to look through the front window, hoping Kyle would take a hint and go and get my brother. 

Kyle glanced to the side and I could tell that he got the clue, "Brandon will be back in five or ten minutes. He was just returning a few things to the store. You can come in for a minute if you want. It's nice and cool inside." 

I hesitated for only a second. Feeling the cool air flowing from the doorway was enough to convince me it would be better to wait inside, so I nodded and stepped through the doorway. The cool air felt fantastic. I knew that my brother and a bunch of his friends had thrown a huge party here last night. My sister had done nothing but complain about all evening. In fact she was still complaining about her husband when I woke up this morning, so when she started whining about how late it was going to be when they drove home and how cranky her kids were going to be I jumped at the chance to volunteer to go get my errant oldest brother; anything to get away from his spoiled rotten wife. 

A large flat screen was showing a movie I noticed, so that explained the voices I'd heard from outside. Looking around the house I almost laughed out loud. This place definitely belonged to a bachelor; with the high end electronics, leather couches and modern furniture. 

"Must have been some party," I commented dryly, seeing the empty liquor bottles stacked on nearly every horizontal surface. 

Kyle laughed and it made me smile. It was an infectious laugh and I couldn't help but like how it sounded, "Yeah, you could say that. We haven't done anything like that in years—I guess we were due." 

I sat on the corner of a black leather sofa and Kyle cleared away several bottles from the coffee table. "Your name was Jillian, right?" 

That made my smile disappear instantly, "Yes, but everyone calls me Jamiee," I told him. I'm not sure why I hate the name Jillian so much, but yeah, I'm hypersensitive to it. 

"Oh right, I guess I knew that," Kyle confessed. "I think I remember Brandon telling me that you were going to a boarding school in England. Is that right?" 

I nodded, "Since I was eight." 

"And you're over there all school year?" 

I shrugged, not sure how much I wanted to start talking about. That's one of the biggest differences between England and America, in England you never ask strangers about their personal lives, it's considered rude, so you have to find people to gossip with to learn what you want to know about someone. But I was back in the States again, so I might as well get used to directness now and not get all tied in a knot about it. 

"Usually I am. Sometimes mum and dad will fly me home for the Christmas holiday, but other than Christmas and the summer holiday I'm pretty much always there," I explained. 

Kyle lowered the volume on the television and took a load of empty bottles into the kitchen. When he came back he took a seat on the other couch facing me. Normally I would have cringed and not wanted the company, but Kyle was a handsome guy and easy to talk to, so I didn't seem to mind. 

"That's a lot of time there. I guess that explains why you picked up the accent." 

It was true. I did have a strong English accent. Between being with my mum when I was little and being at school ten months out of the year I was doomed to sound English, unlike my dad and my brothers, all of whom sounded completely American: Another sore spot I might get into later. 

When I didn't answer right away Kyle said, "The accent's great. It makes you sound dead sexy. You're going to have all the boys at college falling at your feet if you come back to the States to go to school." 

Again I felt my cheeks burn and I knew I was blushing. This was ridiculous. Why could this guy make me blush so easily? "I'll be in sixth-form when school starts again," I started to say. I knew he wouldn't know what that meant so I quickly added, "that's basically a senior in high-school, so it's my last year there." 

"So what happens after you graduate, I imagine your parents are pushing college?" 

"Of course," I said more sarcastically than I intended, "I mean I want to go to university, but I don't know if I'm going to stay in the UK or come back here. I haven't decided yet. My marks in school are pretty good, so I have options... I don't know." 

"I'm sure I'm echoing your parents, but keep going to school. It'll be worth it someday. Any ideas what you want to study?" 

"Not really - I know I want to do something in writing, but I don't know what," I said. Then, trying to be sociable I asked, "What do you do—for work I mean?" 

Kyle sat back lazily into the couch and stretched before he answered, "Well, I studied civil engineering in school, and I worked for a number of years as an engineer, but lately I've been spending a lot of time trying to buy up rental properties and fix them up. I thought about being a porn star but I was too afraid to take off my clothes, so that didn't work out too well." 

I couldn't help but laugh. I liked Kyle. He was easy going and smart and extremely fit. 

"I'm curious, how's life at a boarding school, is it like Jerry Potter? 

I rolled my eyes and shook my head. If I had a few quid every time I heard that I'd be richer than the Queen. "I think you mean Harry Potter, and no, it's nothing like that. Well, there are a few things that are similar, but it's not nearly as exciting." 

"No?" he asked, "why not?" 

"Well first of all I go to an all-girls school," I instantly saw that gleam in his eye that boys always get when I tell them I go to an all-girls school, so I added, "No, we don't run around half naked throwing pillows at each other and having lesbian orgies all the time." 

Kyle laughed again, "That's disappointing. You kind of squashed that fantasy." 

"Sorry, but it's very different when there are no boys to try to impress." 

Kyle sighed, "That's probably true. So you've never kissed one of the girls at your school?" 

"No!" I said a lot more loudly than I wanted. There was no way I was going to confess what I had gotten up to with my roommate. "That stuff just doesn't happen." 

Kyle's left eyebrow rose suspiciously, "Sounds like there's more to that story." 

A flash of intense heat flushed my face and I knew I must have turned bright red, but luckily Kyle had rested his head on the back of the couch and closed his eyes. 

"Sorry Jamiee, I'm falling asleep on you," Kyle said, sitting up. 

I smiled, happy that my heart and skin color had returned to normal, "Don't be. It looks like it was a long night." 

The door suddenly opened and I turned to see my brother. He was almost as tall as Kyle but wasn't quite as fit as he used to be, but I guess that's what happens when you have three kids to take care of. 

"Oh, hey sis... let me guess, my wife sent you to look for me." 

I shook my head, "I volunteered. She was going mental." 

"Yeah, I bet," said Brandon as he turned toward Kyle. "I better get home. It's better to try and calm Megan early than let her get more and more pissed off." 

Kyle and my brother did that stupid one-armed guy hug thing and Kyle said, "I warned you about getting married, B." 

Brandon snorted, "There are days," he commented wryly. "It was fun catching up though," he then turned to me, "Come on JJ, we can put your bike into the back of my truck. It'll give us a chance to talk before I have to leave." 

JJ was another nickname my brothers had given me. For some reason I'm a nickname magnate, especially to my brothers. 

"I thought you were staying a few more days," I said as I stood from the couch, my skin sticking slightly to the warm leather. 

Brandon shook his head, "No can do, sorry. I've got to be to work tomorrow." 

I tried not to show any emotion to that, but I felt crestfallen. I hadn't seen my family in almost a year and no one seemed to care. 

"I'm sure the folks have something planned for you anyway. You'll be too busy to notice I'm not there," he tried to say consolingly. 

I stepped towards the door and past my brother, "Mum's going with dad tomorrow to some seminar he's putting on. They'll be gone the whole week." 

"Oh, right. I forgot about that... Come on; let's talk on the way home at least." 

I turned toward Kyle and simply waved goodbye. 

He just nodded and smiled back at me. Guys are so strange. 

The ride home was awkward as my brother made one apology after another, promising to come by and visit soon. It wasn't his fault his wife was such a tightly wound bitch... okay, maybe it was, but I didn't want to stay mad at him so I let it go. I'd just have to get creative and find ways to keep myself entertained. 

I woke up the next morning and made my way to the kitchen. The house was quiet, and in typical mum fashion, completely tidy. I'm not a messy person by nature, but the occasional thing left on the floor doesn't bother me. Not my mum however, she goes completely bloody mental if everything's not perfectly in place. She's like a mean Mary Poppins. 

With nothing planned I put on my wetsuit, grabbed my surfboard, jumped onto my bike and peddled to the beach. I knew the ride was going to be hard. It always is the first week that I'm back from school until I can get my legs used to it again. I knew the ride would take me a little over an hour so I set an easy pace and just enjoyed the smells and the feel of being back in San Diego. 

By the time I got to the beach I'd missed most of the good sets of waves. I would have to get out of bed a lot earlier in the morning if I was going to catch any good ones this summer. Despite being alone, the day was one of the best I'd had in months. It just felt so good to get some sun on my skin and taste saltwater again. I had missed this place. 

The day passed by in a blur and I didn't want to go home, but I hadn't brought any food or water and my stomach was demanding that I do something soon. So I trudged through the sand and back to my bike that I had left near the sidewalk. The day was still warm so I stripped the top part of my wetsuit down to my hips, exposing the small bikini top that I was wearing underneath. It felt odd not to be covered from head to toe in a school uniform, but I wasn't dressed any differently than most of the people at the beach so I felt comfortable. Putting my board under my arm I forced my legs to turning the bicycle's peddles as I made my way home. 

I was getting close to home and trying not to think about how thirsty I was when a black Jeep Rubicon pulled up next to me, "Hey Jillian, you look a little tired." 

I stopped and put my feet on the ground and shot him an angry look, "Hey Kyle," I responded, maybe a little icily and then added "Would you please call me Jamiee." Unlike the beach where everyone was running around half naked, I felt oddly exposed standing next to Kyle's Jeep, but pulling my wetsuit back on didn't seem like a cool thing to do so I tried to act as if this was a natural thing for me. 

Kyle held out a clear plastic bottle of water through the open window, "Here, you look like you need some water." 

My eyes grew wide as I saw the water and I grabbed it out of his hand and drank it greedily. It was the perfect temperature and instantly hit the spot. 

"Ahhh,' I sighed, "You saved my life." 

"Have you been at the beach all day?" 

I nodded and downed more of the water. 

"Damn girl, its ninety degrees out here. You can't go all day without drinking a shit ton of water." 

I handed him back the empty bottle, "I know. I just didn't think about it when I left the... oh no," I suddenly said. "I think I'm locked out of my house." 

Kyle laughed loudly at this announcement, "Are you one of those really smart but forget-your-head-if-it-wasn't-attached kinds of girls?" 

"No!" I declared. "I just... forgot," I finished lamely. 

"I'm sure we can get you back into your house. Here, were close to my place. Why don't you follow me home so I can put these groceries away, and then we'll get you into your house." 

With no other options coming to mind I nodded my head, "Alright. Thanks." 

Kyle's house was only a few blocks away, which was welcome because my legs were done. I saw him pull his Jeep into the garage and I awkwardly got off of my bike, trying not to drop my board when I did. He gestured me to come into the garage, so I walked my bike inside and parked it against the wall and put the surfboard next to it. 

Walking over to the back of the jeep I grabbed a couple of the plastic bags of groceries and carried them inside. I had only taken a few steps into the hallway when I realized I was tracking sand into his house. 

"Sorry, I'm still sandy," I said as I stepped back into the garage. 

Kyle shrugged and took the bags from my hands, "Don't worry about it. It's just sand." He took a step away and then turned back toward me, "Look, I'm starving. If you want, there's a shower down the hall there you can use to get cleaned up. If you like lemon chicken I'll make a little extra and you can just eat here." 

"Uh... I, uh," 

"No pressure, Jamiee. If you want let's go get you into your house right now." 

"...Food would be great," I said and my stomach noisily agreed causing Kyle to laugh, "But I don't have any clean clothes to change into." 

Kyle nodded toward the bathroom and then winked at me, "I won't mind if you just wear that bikini," I blushed at the thought and Kyle went on, adopting a strangely sincere tone, "If you're more comfortable, there are some giant towels under the sink. You're small enough that one would easily wrap around you." 

Kyle left me alone in the garage and I stripped off my sandy wetsuit as the garage door closed. I couldn't believe how this day had turned out. I was standing in my brother's best friend's garage in the world's skimpiest bikini and he was about to cook me dinner. I looked down at my swim suit and felt my heartrate pick up a few beats-per-minute. I would never have worn this bikini in public, but I thought I was going to have my wetsuit on all day, so I decided to wear it. 

I placed my wetsuit on top of my bike and went into the hallway again. I could hear Kyle in the kitchen, much to my relief, and made my way to the bathroom. It was as Spartan as the rest of the house but it had the basics, and most especially hot water. 

I stepped directly under the hot water and let it run over me for several minutes before I undid the strings to my top and hung it from the shower head. I hooked my thumbs through the waistband of my swimsuit bottoms and took those off too. They were smaller than any knickers I owned and I couldn't imagine myself wearing them in public. But I have to admit, just the thought made my blood race and I felt a strange twinge in my stomach. 

I stayed in the shower a lot longer than I had intended but it was just so hard to get out. It felt wonderful. After probably an eternity I turned off the water and wrung out as much water as I could from my suit. I then did the best I could to dry my hair and skin. The swimsuit was almost dry when I put it back on and found one of the large towels under the sink. I finally stood up and looked at myself in the mirror. The sun had done me some good after spending ten months under the English grey skies. If I have one attribute it's that I tan quickly and darkly. It comes in handy after a few days at the beach and I don't have to use sunblock anymore. I probably still should I guess, but I never burn after just a day or two outside. 

The bikini looked even smaller now that I was looking at myself in the mirror. I'm barely a B-cup but the bikini top actually made it look like I had breasts. It made me smile. I knew I wasn't going to be one of those sexy, big breasted women, but at least there was something there to see. The thought suddenly came to mind to go into the kitchen wearing only the skimpy bikini. I let that thought stay for a while and allowed it to grow. It was exciting but scary beyond belief. That twinge I'd felt earlier was back and felt even stronger. 

I stepped out into the hallway and walked toward the kitchen. The smell of lemon chicken was amazing and my mouth was watering instantly. Kyle's back was toward me as he was working over the stove, but he turned toward me when I pulled a stool out from the island bar and sat down. 

He frowned mockingly at me, "I was actually hoping those towels weren't in there," he said, looking at the large white towel I had wrapped tightly around my body. 

"I'd be too embarrassed to just wear my bikini." 

"Why, it's just a swimsuit?" 

"...It's tiny though," 

"But so are you, so it works," he said smiling before he turned back toward the stove. 

I felt a pang of disappointment at that comment and was glad I wore the towel. He probably does see me as a small little girl—just Brandon's little sister. The thought surprised me. Did I want him to see me as something else? He was almost twice my age and has probably been with countless beautiful women. I was just a little kid still, and for some reason I was letting myself spin this whole situation into something you'd read in one of those erotic romance novels. I was being silly and foolish. 

I was lost in thought for a few minutes until Kyle set a plate in front of me. It looked like something a five star restaurant would serve—incredible. I took the fork and pulled off a piece of the meat and popped it into my mouth: it almost melted it tasted so good. I let out an audible sigh. 

"Good?" asked Kyle, eyes wide in hope of a good review. 

"Amazing," 

We ate in silence for several minutes just enjoying the dinner before Kyle said, "Sorry you're home alone all week, Jillian." 




My Life Ch. 01



I gave him my usual don't-call-me-that-stare but then quickly let it go. For some reason it didn't bother me as much when he said it, "its fine," I said, finishing a bite of buttery carrots. "I'm used to it I guess." 

Kyle frowned but nodded. "I never knew my mom, and my dad was a real douche most of the time. It was always better when he was gone and I could just do my thing. I guess I just got used to living alone." 

I was surprised at how openly he had just told me that and I wasn't sure how to respond, "I'm almost never alone at school. Well, sometimes on Sunday's when a lot of the girls in my house might go home for a visit. It's nice to have time away from everyone sometimes. But I guess I'm disappointed that my mum and dad decided to do a runner." 

"Runner?" asked Kyle. 

"Sorry, I just meant take off and leave me behind. I don't get to see them very often as it is, so I was just really hoping to spend some time with them." 

Kyle took several bites before responding, "I don't see your parents as often as I used to. I bought this house a few years ago and I used to see them all the time, but I guess we just get into our routines and life just passes us by." 

"... That's a depressing thought," I said after a while. 

"Ha," he laughed. "I know right. So let's change the subject." 

"Okay," 

"How 'bout you tell me about that girl you've been kissing," Kyle said with a mischievous grin. 

That caught me completely off guard and I almost choked on bite of chicken, "I—I never said—I haven't!" 

Kyle let out a belly laugh and almost choked, himself as he tried to catch his breath, "Oh, you're so easy to read, Jillian. But I'm sorry. I'm being a jerk. You don't have to answer that." 

I watched as Kyle tried to regain his composure, not speaking for a long moment, "I don't know why you think that. I've never kissed anyone, much less a girl." 

Kyle was grinning stupidly like he knew exactly what things I'd done with my roommate. 

"You're a terrible liar, Jillian. But it's cool. I'm not here to judge. Hell, most guys think that's the hottest thing since Edelbrock carburetors." 

"Edel-what," I asked? 

"Nothing, never mind... I just mean its fine. I think its natural most girls at least try it." 

"I don't know what you're talking about," I managed to sputter. 

Kyle looked up, looking supremely confident, "Oh yes you do. Look me in the eye and tell me you've never kissed a girl." 

Okay, this wouldn't be difficult. I was an excellent liar when I had to be. I got away with all sorts of things at school and never got caught. I set down my fork and looked straight up and looked into Kyle's eyes. He had nice eyes... damn him... "I've never... I mean I—well—it. It might've happened on a dare once," I sputtered and looked down at my plate. Oh bullocks that was a stupid answer. 

"...Huh," started Kyle, "you've done a lot more than kiss haven't you?" 

I didn't dare look up from my plate because I could feel my cheeks on fire and I knew I was as red as a tomato. 

"Okay, okay - I'm sorry. I'll stop. Don't answer that. I'm being mean," he said sincerely. 

I nodded and finished the last few bites of my dinner with only the occasional click of the silverware making any noise. I had never talked to anyone about Brooklyn and I was shocked that anyone could figure out what Kyle had just put together. 

"You'd give bloody Sherlock Holmes a run for his money," I finally said, forcing my anxiety down with everything I could. I could tell Kyle was looking at me but I didn't want to meet his gaze. "My roommate and I are very close," I finally admitted. 

"Can I ask, are you only into girls, or have you ever had a boyfriend?" 

I put my fork down and leaned against the stool's back but didn't look up high enough to see Kyle, "No, it's just with Brooklyn. We've been roommates since we were eight, so we've always been very close. But neither of us wants to be like lifetime lesbians," I looked up to see Kyle nodding in understanding. 

"I think I get it. It's more about getting that intimacy with someone you trust." 

That thought struck me. I have been trying to find the words to describe what I felt with Brooklyn for a long time now and Kyle had just found the words I was looking for. It was intimacy. I did love her, but it was different. We trusted each other and sex was our way of sharing what we felt and assuring each other that everything was going to be fine. 

"I really am sorry I brought this up," said Kyle, breaking me away from my thoughts. "It's extremely inappropriate that I'm even bringing it up and your brothers would have my head if they knew their little sister was sitting at my table in only a towel." 

I finally looked up and met Kyle's eyes. I wished then that I was at least ten years older. I had never really been around to many boys so I had almost no experience. But Kyle was no boy and I was so surprised that he would even want to have a serious conversation with me. 

"I'm not their little sister anymore." 

Kyle shrugged, "You'll always be there little sister, but I get what you mean. You're at that age where you want to be taken seriously by the adult world but you feel like everyone still treats you like a little kid." 

"Exactly," I said a little too excitedly. 

Kyle nodded, "I know. Now let's get you home before I say something I'll really regret." 

I put my plate in the sink and followed Kyle into the garage. I looked at my bike and my wetsuit and wilted at the thought of putting that cold, sandy neoprene on again and riding home. I was tired and just wanted to go to bed. 

As if reading my thoughts, Kyle suggested, "You can leave that here in the garage if you want. I'll run you home and get you into the house and you can come get your stuff tomorrow." 

"I guess that would work," I said, not really sure what to do. 

"Let's make this easy. I'm at work during the day, so here's a key. You can come when you want and get your bike whenever you want." 

I nodded in agreement. I liked that idea and I felt that small tingle in my stomach when he gave me a key, even though I knew it was a silly thing to think about. I climbed into the Jeep and in just a few minutes we were at my house. 

"I'm sure I can find a window that's not locked. I'll come open the front door and you can turn off the alarm," said Kyle as he went toward the back of the house. 

The air was cool and I was glad to have the warmth of the towel as much as it was. I heard some clatter inside the house and suddenly the front door sprang open. I ran inside and punched in the code and the loud beeping ceased. 

"Thanks for everything, Kyle. That was a lovely dinner," I said as we stood by the doorway. 

"God's that accent kills me," he muttered in almost a whisper, and then said, "I'm glad you liked it... I shouldn't do this, but you're welcome to come over for dinner anytime you're home alone, if you want." 

The invitation made my heart skip several beats and I couldn't help but smile. In a moment of courage or maybe insanity I removed the towel and handed it to him, "I'd like that," I said and stood there looking up at him for a moment before I turned headed for my room. The hallway was dark so I couldn't see his face but I saw his head move slowly up and then down as if he was taking a closer look. 

I heard the door close and moments later the Jeep's engine start as Kyle returned home. 

I lay awake until almost two in the morning that night. I knew it was ridiculous, but I couldn't quit thinking about Kyle. I had left the bikini on the floor by my bed and crawled under the warm covers and then started fingering my pussy as I fantasized about one scenario after another. Finally after bringing myself to four of the best orgasms I'd ever been able to do to myself I fell asleep. 

I woke up to light peeking through the window shudders and got out of bed. I had forgotten that I had gone to bed sans clothes. The thought occurred to me that no one was going to be home, so I left my clothes behind and, after using the loo, went to the kitchen to make some breakfast. This was one thing I missed about school, not having to cook, ever. All I had to do was get to the dining hall and grab a tray... but I couldn't do that naked, so I guess it was an even trade. 

I heard a noise from the garage door and suddenly remembered. I had forgotten to take care of the dog. I sprinted to the door and opened it. As soon as it was open a crack the dog forced his way inside and nearly attacked me in his excitement. 

"Look how big you've gotten, Maximus," I said to the now fully grown boxer. He was just a puppy when I left for school and had spent most of the year at my brother's house in Los Angeles. Mum hates dogs but for some reason decided that a dog might keep me out of trouble during the summer. 

Maximus started to run laps and jump up in the air; he was crazy big now, not that much smaller than I am. I had to push him away several times while I got his bowel and his food. I smiled as I thought about what someone might think if they saw me, a skinny naked girl running around with her dog in the middle of the kitchen. 

I sat back on the chair and Maximus put his head on my lap wanting me to pet him. "You're such a cutie," I said in my funny doggie voice. "I missed you, too." 

And as dogs do, Maximus licked at my knee for a while and then looked back at me to pet him again, "Were you neglected while I was gone, did mum not give you any love?" 

He took a step nearer and then unexpectedly thrust his nose into my crotch and licked from bottom to top. I let out an audible yelp at the sensation and the move surprised me so much that he had licked me a half-a-dozen more times before I could push his head away. 

"Oh you bad dog, you can't do that," maybe not wearing clothes wasn't such a good idea. 

I put Maximus' food onto the floor and he began to devour it while I made myself a bowl of cereal and thought about what I should do today. Kyle had invited me over for dinner and I'm sure it was going to be better than anything I could scrounge out of our own kitchen. But it wasn't the dinner that I really wanted. No, I wanted to be with him again. I wanted my fantasies from last night to come true. But they were just that, they were just stupid erotic dreams from a silly little girl. 

Without giving it any real thought or plan, I made my way through the morning, got dressed and walked to Kyle's house. I unlocked the door and went into the garage. The Jeep was gone and I found my things right where I had left them... almost where I had left them. My wetsuit wasn't all sandy like I had left it. It was clean and folded and sitting on top of my bike's seat. That was odd I thought. 

I took off my shorts and tee shirt, wearing only yesterday's bikini and then slipped into the wetsuit. I reached down for my board and noticed a small backpack that had been placed next to it. Looking closer I noticed it was a Camelback and it was full of water. A Post-it note was stuck on top and it simply said 'Drink'. Lifting it up, I further noticed that several granola bars had been crammed into the back pocket. That was an extremely thoughtful thing to do, I thought to myself. I couldn't help but smile as I put the pack on my shoulders and got onto my bike. I put my shorts and shirt on top of the pack and left the garage. 

The ride to the beach was just as hard as the day before and I could tell my muscles were going to be a lot sorer tomorrow. But the sun was out and they waves were slightly better today than yesterday. It was another glorious day at the beach. Life was good and I lost track of time like I usually do. 

The sun was setting lower in the sky before I realized how late it was getting. I didn't need to be home necessarily, but the granola bars were the only thing I'd eaten and my stomach was once again complaining. It was time to go home. I found my pack and my bike where I had left them and was soon peddling home. 

Kyle's house wasn't exactly on the way home, but it wasn't too far out of the way either. It was dark and fairly late but I decided to at least ride by and see if he was home. I stopped my bike in front of his house and saw that a single light was on upstairs. He must be up there in his room I thought. It's probably too late to go inside. I should just go home. 

Despite knowing I shouldn't, I found myself in the garage and putting my bike against the wall. I removed the backpack and gasped. My shorts and shirt had fallen out of the pocket I'd crammed them into. Crap, they must have fallen out while I was riding home. 

The garage door opened and the overhead light clicked on. 

"I thought I might have scared you off," said Kyle. He was wearing a lose pair of boxers and an old tee shirt. My heart pounded against my chest as I looked at him. 

"No, the waves were better today and I lost track of time," I admitted. 

"Hungry?" he asked. I nodded and he shot me that melt-your-knees smile he has. "Good, I'll warm something up." 

The door closed and I took off my wetsuit and headed back to the bathroom. I quickly had a shower and went through the same routine I had the day before only when I went to grab a towel from under the sink I stopped. A wicked thought came and I stood up without grabbing the towel. Could I do this, I wondered to myself? Could I really go out there in just this small bikini? If I did, what would happen? What would I want to happen? 

A thousand thoughts bombarded me but the tingle I felt in my stomach had spread to my chest and it felt intoxicating. I finished drying my hair and ran my fingers through it several times to try to give it some body. My hair is extremely thick and almost touches my waist when it's wet. I've always liked it long, but it can take an eternity to dry. 

Taking in several deep breaths I opened the door to the bathroom and went into the kitchen. 

Kyle saw me well before I got to the kitchen island. His brow was raised and a smile was tugging at the corner of his mouth. 

"You're going to be the death of me, Jillian," he said as he placed a salad onto the table top. 

I sat down and tucked in, feeling completely famished and happy to think about something else as I tried to get my nerves to calm down. I had eaten most of the salad before I noticed that Kyle was standing on the far side of the island. He was holding a plate of manicotti that smelled divine, but he was just standing there. 

I looked at him in confusion, "Everything alright?" 

Kyle put the plate on the counter and shook his head dismissively, "I'm good. It was just a long day." 

I stood from the table and walked toward the island to retrieve the plate of food, "Are you sure? You look a little iffy." 

"I'm sure," Kyle said confidently, "you just surprised me a little." 

I dropped my head in embarrassment, cursing myself for thinking this was ever a good idea. "I'm sorry, this was a stupid idea. I'll go get a towel." 

"If you want to, but really, the swimsuit's nice and probably more comfortable than a towel." 

I wasn't sure if Kyle meant what he said, but he seemed sincere and the manicotti smelled so good, so I nodded and took the plate and sat down at the table. "Oh this is so good. I can't believe a bloke can cook this well. I'm bullocks in the kitchen." 

"Bullocks, that's not a word I hear very often," laughed Kyle. 

I shrugged and ate several more bites, "I try to drop the British slang when I'm at home, but sometimes it slips out." 

"I usually don't cook like this if it's just me. I try to eat healthy, but if I know someone specials coming over I try to step it up a notch." 

I don't know if he meant it, but I know how I heard it. I smiled when I heard him say special. "Thanks for the water," I said, saying the first thing that came to my mind. 

"You're welcome. You can keep the pack. I have several of them and I think you're going to get a lot more use out of it than I am." 

"Really? Thanks," 

"You're going to be a dark little Indian if you keep going to the beach like this." 

I pulled the string from my bikini over and could already see a good tan line there. I had taken off the wetsuit several times during the day and just enjoyed lying in the sand. I didn't really want a wetsuit tan; I'd end up looking like some old crusty farmer at the end of the summer. 

"I usually do," I said. "Not much else to do during the summer." 

"Don't you have any friends you connect with when you're here?" 

"I used to, but we've kind of lost touch. I usually just spend my time at the beach surfing, but I'll call my friends from school once in a while." 

We talked for almost two hours before Kyle dropped me off at my house. I slept like a rock that night and woke up knowing exactly how my day was going to go. The only deviation was that I bought a new swimsuit at one of the local shops at the beach. They're overpriced there but I didn't really feel like trying to get into town just to by swimwear. 

The waves were almost flat so I spent most of my time riding up and down the beach wearing only my new bikini and talking to some of the locals I'd gotten to know over the years. It was another incredible day. 

I arrived at Kyle's house at the same time he did and we went into the house together. I had my shower and joined him again in the kitchen. 

"I hope you don't mind Pizza, I ended up taking longer than I thought at the bank." 

"I'm always up for pizza," I said honestly. 

We ate in silence for a moment before I looked up and asked, "Can I ask you a few questions?" 

Kyle set down his pizza and wiped his mouth, "Of course. I'll answer anything you ask completely honestly: If you promise to do the same." 

I hadn't really expected that for an answer. But I couldn't really say no. I nodded in agreement because he'd probably know if I was lying anyway. "Have you been with a lot of girls?" 

To his credit he didn't look away or make excuses. He just said, "Yes." Deep down I was sure that was going to be his answer. I mean he was a single guy and obviously had the ability to get probably any girl he wanted. 

"Are you with anyone right now?" 

He shook his head and took a bite of pizza. 

"Why?" 

Kyle sighed and put his pizza back into the box, "That's a complicated one, Jillian." 

"You said you would answer—" 

Kyle held up his hand, "—and I will, I just need to think about how to tell you." 

"Can't you just tell me?" 

"I could. I'm just worried it might scare you off." 

"... I'm not running away," I said shyly. 

Kyle smiled and sighed again, "I'm glad you're feeling more comfortable here," he began, "It's just that... let me ask you a question first. Have you had any experience with a guy? Have you ever had a boyfriend?" 

I crumpled into my chair dejectedly and shook my head. 

"I didn't ask you that to make you feel bad. If fact, you should be supremely confident in who you are." 

I looked up; a confused look crossed my features, "What do you mean?" 

"You, young lady, are going to have guys falling all over themselves to ask you out on dates." 

"Now you're just teasing," I said, trying to deflect the compliment so I wouldn't start blushing again. 

"Not this time." A moment of silence passed and took another bite of the pizza, "Let's go sit on the couch and chat," he suggested and picked up the pizza box. 

A sudden nervous feeling passed through my chest but I pushed it down and picked up my plate. 

"Would you get a couple of drinks from the fridge? I'll turn some music on." 

I went to the refrigerator and opened the door. Kyle's refrigerator was the biggest one I had ever seen, but it was well stocked with good food. Mum would be impressed. 

"What do you want?" I asked him, seeing the numerous choices stacked on several shelves. 




My Life Ch. 01



"Just a beer for me, grab whatever you want for yourself." 

Kyle was already relaxing on what was probably his usual spot. It looked a little worn around the cushions whereas the rest of the couch looked brand new. There was a spot right next to him, but it was closer than just-a-friend might sit, so I wasn't sure if he meant for me to sit there or not. But I'd gone this far, so why not. I sat down next to him and put the drinks on the glass coffee table in front of us. 

I had gotten him the beer he requested but only grabbed an ice tea for myself. 

"Okay, so the question was why I don't have a current girlfriend," he said as we got comfortable. 

I nodded with my mouth full of pizza. 

Kyle's features changed slightly as he began to speak, growing more serious than I'd seem him so far, "I've had a lot of relationships but most have ended in disaster. The last one was with a girl I really liked but things just got out of control and I'm afraid it ended up a mess just like the rest... that one really hurt." 

"How long ago did it end?" I asked. 

"Almost a year ago," Kyle answered. 

"So it sounds like you're the common denominator in all of the disasters," I said cheekily. 

Kyle shot me an odd look, "You're too smart for your own good you know, but you're more right than wrong." 

I finished the last bit of my pizza and took a long drink of the ice tea before asking, "So what happens, why haven't any of them worked out?" 

Kyle sat silently for a long moment in thought. I almost asked a different question to change the subject when he reached down and grabbed my foot and pulled it onto his lap and began to massage the soul. My foot almost disappeared into his huge hands but it felt brilliant and I let out a soft moan as he pushed his thumb into the arch. 

"My hands need something to do while I think about what to say," he explained and rubbed. 

"I'm not complaining, think as long as you want," the foot massage felt fabulous on my sore feet and almost made the fact that my barely covered crotch was completely exposed to him. 

"I'm embarrassed to admit this, but I grew up on a steady diet of pornography and ideas that were completely wrong about women. I think... I think I was just very selfish mostly, only really thinking about my own wants, desires, pleasure..." 

I nodded and listened. 

"I've known this for a while now, but it's not such an easy thing to fix." 

I thought for a moment, "My foot thinks you're doing just fine." 

Kyle chuckled and continued to rub absentmindedly, "I'd like to think I've come a long ways. I'm not the person I used to be—I've learned a lot about myself. But I still have those tendencies. I just try to bury them down deep," he said a little sadly. 

"What kind of tendencies?" I asked without thinking. I felt the pressure on my foot increase. 

"I don't know if I'm ready to answer that one completely yet," he said and shot me a smile. 

"Aww, give me a hint at least. Now you've peaked my curiosity." 

Kyle put my foot into his lap and took the other into his hand. I shifted sideways onto the couch so that both my legs were on his lap, my head resting on the arm of the sofa. 

"I'll give you a hint, but first you have to tell me about you and Brooklyn." 

I involuntarily pulled my foot but it was held tight in Kyle's grasp, "I've never told anyone about that," I said and let myself relax back into the cushions. 

"Not easy to talk about?" asked Kyle. 

I shook my head. 

"That's how I'm feeling." 

I thought for a moment, enjoying the warm hands on my foot, "Brooklyn is more than just my friend," when Kyle didn't say anything I continued. We've literally been roommates since we were eight. We've grown up together." 

"That's kind of cute, really," Kyle teased lightly. 

"She's from Scotland and has the red hair and green eyes to prove it," I went on, "and her parents sometimes feel more like my real parents. They've invited me over to their house a few times on holiday. They're really the best." 

"That's good. I'm happy you know some good people there." 

I thought about Brooklyn for a minute and I remembered that I needed to call her soon. I'd gotten so wrapped up in seeing Kyle these last few days I had almost forgotten about her. She was going to be furious. I faintly heard Kyle talking but it seemed far off as my eyes closed and I fell asleep. 

I opened my eyes and watched the ceiling fan turn lazily above my head. I didn't remember having a ceiling fan in my room. I turned my head and saw the flat screen television on the wall but it didn't make sense either. I sat up quickly, trying to remember where I was. My skin peeled away from sticky leather and I realized I'd fallen asleep on Kyle's couch. And he had let me stay here all night long... I had just slept in another man's house. 

I was covered in a light fleece blanket that must have put there by Kyle. I looked around. Kyle was gone and the house was silent. I stood up and stretched, my calf and thigh muscles were still sore, but they seemed to be a little less today. A shower was what I needed, and some breakfast. I would need to get back home and feed Maximus before I headed back home, too. Poor dog, I was really neglecting him. He probably felt like I did, only worse because he was stuck in the back yard all day. 

Some music would be nice, I thought, and after fumbling with the remote for a few minutes I managed to find something that wasn't too terrible. I also managed to cook a couple of eggs without making too much of a mess. Kyle's house was nearly spotless so I was sure he'd notice if I didn't pick up after myself. After a quick bite I headed back towards the loo to have a shower when a thought came to me. This was happening to me a lot lately, random thoughts and ideas just popping into my head and making me think of things I wouldn't normally think of. 

A long set of stairs leading to the second floor were at the head of the hallway, so instead of using the loo by the garage, I decided to see what was upstairs. 

At the top of the stairs a small hallway went to the right, but large double doors were at the left. That had to lead to Kyle's room. One was already open a crack so I pushed inward and walked inside. Wow, was all I could think when I entered his room. It was enormous and well decorated with a gigantic bed at the far wall and darkly stained nightstands to each side. I looked up wondering if there would be a mirror but only found a modern looking ceiling fan. 

The bed wasn't made, which surprised me a little because he was typically so careful to keep things neat and tidy. Maybe there was hope for him yet, I laughed. At the other end of the bedroom I found the loo. It was completely open to the master bedroom except for a small room for the toilet that gave the only privacy. I stood still and listened but the house was quiet. Nobody was going to be home for hours, so I stripped of my bathing suit, opened the large glass door to the shower and stepped inside. 

The warm water felt good and I couldn't help but smile at what I was doing. I was starkers in a man's bathroom just feet away from where he slept. My mind kept telling me to hurry, that he might be home at any minute, but I forced myself to take my time and enjoy the moment. I knew it was playing house really. I was again being that silly little girl, but it felt invigorating and fun. 

After my shower I got home quickly and jumped into my routine and got my chores done. I fed the dog, washed my swimsuit while I straightened up my room and got ready to head to the beach again. The phone rang while I was standing naked in the kitchen. 

"Hello?" I answered. 

"Jillian," sounded my mum's voice in surprise. "Why did you not answer the phone last night? I was calling all evening looking for you." 

Oops, I hadn't thought to look to see if anyone had called, "Sorry mum. I fell asleep early." 

"No doubt you were wasting time at the beach all day." 

"Well there's not a lot else to do, mum," I complained, trying not to sound bitter. 

"There most certainly is, young lady. You could be revising and getting ready for fall term." 

"What? You can't be serious. I've only been home for five days. I don't want to do school work." I could hear my mum taking in deep breaths and it wouldn't do any good to antagonize her anyway. "I'll go to the library today and check out some books instead of going to the beach." 

"Hmm, that would be acceptable. Very well then," she paused, "Also, I called to let you know that your father's trip needed to be extended so we'll be gone another week. There's some money in the..." 

I only half listened to what she was saying as I tried to bite back my stupid tears. I hadn't seen them for ten months and when I did get home they were so busy getting ready for dad's stupid business trip that they hardly noticed me. 

"...we'll make plans when we get home, okay?" 

I sniffed and forced myself to sound happy, "Sure mum, see you when you get home." 

The phone went dead and I set it on the kitchen counter. This meant I was home alone for a week-and-a-half. A smile pulled at my lips as I thought about what this meant. I was going to be able to spend as much time as I wanted with my new friend. It was fine that my parents had other plans, sure, that was okay. They can do what they want. But now I'm going to do what I want. 

I hurried and got my things together and had my feet in the sand almost an hour later. I was getting faster on the bike ride already. The waves were good and the sun was hot. I love California. 

It was the middle of the afternoon and I had almost drunk all of my water so I decided that maybe the library wasn't such a bad idea. I knew I could be there in about thirty minutes on my bike so I picked up my things and made my way through the neighborhood streets until I came to the old Spanish looking building that was the La Jolla city library. I pushed my bike behind some bushes and carried my surfboard and Camelback inside. I wasn't too worried that someone would steal my bike. It was an old beach cruiser that was made for someone my size so it didn't attract a lot of attention. My surfboard however, was another matter. I wasn't going to let anyone else touch it, and that included the old hag of a librarian that was probably still working here. 

We had a mutual dislike for each other and every summer I hopped that she might have died while I was at school, but she was like one of those old people who always seem to be around. She was probably some eternal bloodsucking vampire by night and a hideous mean old lady by day. The doors slid open as I approached and I went inside. I had pulled the top of my wetsuit down to my hips and the air conditioning felt good on my skin. 

I walked over to the books marked fiction and started to skim the titles. I pulled an interesting book called The Bone Clocks from the shelf when I heard that familiar gravely shriek. 

"You can't bring that thing in here, Miss Hunter," said a slightly hunched over elderly lady. She had thinning grey hair and skin that was pocked with healed scars and she had several large moles on her face and neck. 

I didn't look up but could feel her approaching. How did she remember my name, I wondered? 

"I'm not bothering anyone, Ma'am," I said, keeping my attention on my book. 

"You're bothering me, young lady. You come in here every summer and track sand all over the place. This is a library, not a beach." 

"Yeah, I missed you, too," I said sarcastically. "I'm almost done though. I just wanted to get a couple of books to read tonight." 

"No, no. You are done now. Get out now before I call security." 

I looked at her in surprise, "Are you serious? You've never thrown me out before. You usually just whinge for an hour and then leave me alone." 

"Well not today. I don't have time for your antics today. If you came here like everyone else and dressed decently I wouldn't have to do this." 

I took my book and picked up my board, "Fine," I mumbled as I sidestepped by her. I hated that she was an old lady and half hunched over but was still a little taller than I was. Life is so unfair. 

"No, no. You cannot check out any books today. You will need to change your clothes and come back more respectfully to do that," she said as I passed her. She tried to take my book but I held onto it tightly and picked up my pace toward the front counter. 

I heard her scuffle behind me but I knew she'd never be able to catch me before I got to the checkout station and left. I took my small wallet out of my backpack and found my library card, hoping it didn't have any fines on it from last summer—that would ruin my plan, and then checked out my book and made it through the front door before the ancient librarian could stop me. 

Getting my bike out from behind the bushes I rode it back to Kyle's house and was happy to see that he was home. 

I entered the garage and found him standing at a wooden workbench working on something I couldn't quite identify but had wires pointing in every direction. 

I stepped up next to him, "What're you working on?" I asked, feeling more comfortable with only wearing my bikini. 

Kyle didn't look up right away. He cut a series of wires before he put his tool down and stretched his neck by moving his head side-to-side. "It's the brain to a home security system. I thought I might try to fix it but I think I'll need to buy a new one." 

He then reached over and pulled me into a one armed hug and breathed in the top of my head through his nose, "you smell like the beach—I love that smell." 

I smiled and leaned my head against his shoulder. He was sitting on a stool so it made it easier to be closer to him. 

"It's blazing hot outside and a little early for dinner. I was going to go for a swim. You want to come with?" 

I nodded and smiled. That sounded perfect after the ride from the library. I knew he had a pool, but I hadn't gone into his backyard to see all of it. 

Kyle went upstairs to change and I went into the backyard. The pool looked extremely inviting with the waterfall cascading off of a rock slide on the far side. I pulled my wetsuit off and laid it on the grass and then stepped off of the edge and into the cool water. 

Kyle came out of the sliding door wearing an old pair of board shorts. He was defiantly fit and I couldn't look away until he jumped into the pool and swam up next to me. 

I pushed off of the ground and floated on my back with my eyes closed, "Sorry I fell asleep on you last night." 

Kyle laughed, "Don't worry about it. It was probably better that way anyway." 

I wasn't sure what to say to that at the moment so I said the first thing that came to mind, "My mum called this morning. Her and dad are going to be gone another week." 

Kyle moved under the waterfall and let the water crash over his shoulders, "Sorry to hear that. I know you wanted them to get home soon." 

I went underwater for a moment and enjoyed the feeling of weightlessness and the surfaced, "I was," I said, wiping away the water from my eyes. "But then I realized that it's more time I can hang out with you." 

Kyle looked at me for a long time. I started to feel uncomfortable in the silence, "What is it?" I asked. "Oh, am I jumping to conclusions? I'm sorry. I'm probably making a pest of myself—" 

"—Jillian," Kyle interrupted and then moved next to me. "That's not it at all, believe me." 

He reached out and took my upper arms into his grasp. I wasn't sure what to think, "What is it then, what's wrong?" 

"I'm supposed to be the responsible one here and tell you that you should go home - that hanging out with me will only lead to problems for both of us." 

"I don't understand, Kyle. Do you want me to leave?" 

Kyle shook his head, "I wish I did want that. It would make this easier... No, I like it when you're here. I like it very much." 

"Then what's the problem?" 

Kyle released one arm and ran his hand through his wet hair, "The problem is self-control. It's harder to maintain every time you come over." 

I gathered my nerve and took a step forward, "Would it be so wrong to lose a little of that control?" I asked; my voice a little shaky. 

"Yes... I think so. You just don't understand, Jillian. You can't understand." 

I hadn't taken a step forward but I noticed that I was now only a few inches away from Kyle. I had to look straight up to make eye contact with him. "So help me understand," I said in forced confidence. 

Kyle smiled, reached down and picked me up by the waist and sat me on the side of the pool where we could be at eye level, "There, this is better," he said and moved to stand between my knees. "You are very young but very beautiful and I am beyond attracted to you, but I'm also twice your age and have had too many failed relationships to count. I just don't want to hurt you or have you change your life in anyway. You're headed in a great direction and I don't want to derail that." 

That was a lot to take in and I knew I would be up late tonight trying to remember every word of it in an attempt to analyze it to death. "I know. And all that's true. But I can't stop coming over here. Coming here at the end of the day has been the best part of coming home," I had to look down because looking directly into his eyes was too intense, but I wasn't able to stop talking, "I want to experience things and live life. I feel like I'm missing out on life being shut up in that school most of the year. Just the few things I've shared with you have felt amazing. It makes my heart race and it makes me feel something I've never felt before." 

Kyle smiled again and ran a hand through my hair. It sent chills down my back and made my skin goose pimple. "You see? This is what I mean. A simple touch is new to you and it excites you. It's like taking a drug for the first time in that way. You feel something amazing at first. But then you want that feeling again. Only this time it takes more of that drug to get you there. Then before you know it you're a drug addict and can't stop chasing that first high. Intimacy, love, lust and sex can be a lot like that." 

I nodded. I understood that, "I get that. When Brooklyn and I first kissed I thought my heart was going to explode. But then we got used to that and we wanted more." 

"And then pretty soon you're having all out sex over and over again..." 

I nodded slowly and could feel a blush working its way up my neck. 

"I love it when you blush and I know how that feels, but eventually you won't blush around me and that makes me a little sad." 

"So what's the answer, just to stop coming over here? I don't think I like that thought." 

Kyle shook his head, "I don't either," he said and then took a deep breath. 

I looked up. His face was only inches away from mine. He leaned forwards and touched his lips to mine and I couldn't help but smile for a second before I kissed him back. He grabbed my lower lip between his own and pulled lightly. I leaned forward and the kiss deepened. I couldn't believe it—I was kissing my first boy, and that boy was Kyle Brooks, my oldest brother's best friend.



My Life Ch. 02



"Slave!" she called to me. I knelt in front of her and kissed her feet. I am wearing a pair of lacy thong panties and a frilly lace teddy that you make me wear, my collar, along with my chastity device. Recently you have been making me wear a butt plug to remind me of who is the one penetrated and the one you selected me to wear is uncomfortable.

Mistress Angela said "We are going to have a visitor come and live with us. You will no longer be sleeping on the fold out bed, but will sleep in the laundry room in your cage. Go prepare your new room and change the sheets on the fold out bed."

"Yes Mistress" I say as I get up and crawl to the other room to perform your wishes.

When I am finished preparing the bed and my cage, I return to you and ask permission to make dinner for you. As usual you agree and I begin to prepare your set menu.

After you eat, I clean the dishes and prepare my dinner. Once complete, you give me permission to eat it. After I have eaten, I again kneel at your feet awaiting your next wish to be fulfilled.

"Lay down on your back, I want you to give me head" you say. I comply and as you straddle my face, I proceed to worship you orally as you have trained me to do. As I am tugging at your pussy lips, licking your clit, and giving you pleasure, you moan and begin to ride my face. I stick my nose in your pussy and then my tongue reaching as far as I can to give you the most pleasure. As you cum, I can feel you tightening on my mouth and nose and your body shaking.

When Mistress recovered, Mistress said "You may now prepare yourself for bed." I got up and undressed myself from the lingerie I wear around the house. Still wearing the chastity device, collar and the butt plug, I crawled into my cage and awaited her inspection. About 1 hour later, Mistress came and made me move so Mistress could ensure that the butt plug and the cock tube were firmly in place. Once Mistress verified everything was how it should be and chained my collar to the cage, Mistress said "You may go to sleep now slut." Mistress turned and walked out the door and turned off the lights.

The next morning I woke up and heard another female voice in the living room. Mistress Angela came in and unleashed my collar from the cage and allowed me out. Mistress then re-attached the leash to me and lead me to the bathroom. Mistress said "Do your morning routine and wait until I come back." Mistress then closed and locked the door.

The other voice continued talking with Mistress while I showered and used the bathroom. After I finished shaving, I quietly knelt by the door waiting for Mistress to return to open the door and let me out. Eventually the talking stopped and Mistress unlocked the door.

"Slave, are you ready to meet my new roommate?" Mistress asked "Yes Goddess Angela."

"Meet my sister, Alexis. You will address her as Mistress Alexis or Goddess Alexis. She will be your Mistress as well as myself. Any command from her will be obeyed. Do you understand?"

"Yes Mistress Angela"

"Does he really do everything you ask?," Mistress Alexis said. "Yes he does, anything you want" said Mistress Angela. "Can I use him now?"

"Yes go ahead, you can use my bedroom. His only limits are no men involved. Other than that, you can do anything."

Mistress Alexis was about 5'3," bleached blond hair and about 120 pounds. She had blue eyes and was both my Mistresses together were a knockout.

Mistress Alexis took my leash and led me to the bedroom. She then pulled a picture from her wallet and held it in front of me. "Remember this?" It was a picture from my wedding night where Mistress Angela made me her slave. "Yes Mistress Alexis"

"I look at this everyday thinking about how great it was to make you a slave. Now I am going to enjoy making you beg to cum and to serve."

Mistress Alexis took my leash and lead me to a saw horse piece of furniture. Once there, Goddess Alexis cuffed my ankles to the legs and bent me over to cuff my wrists. Mistress Alexis then left the room and returned with a bag. "This is my toy bag" Goddess Alexis said as she pulled out a whip. She stripped and knelt in front of me "Suck on my tits."

I lift my head and eagerly comply. As I am sucking, I feel my chastity device and butt plug being removed. Mistress Alexis pulls away and says "I am going to violate your ass. As I do it tell me how much you like it."

She runs the whip down my body to my ass and gives it a good swat. I grimace in pain as she continues to smack the bottom of my ass. "This is for not worshiping my tits like they should be worshiped." she says as she hits my ass again.

She uncuffed me and led me to the bed. "Eat me out like I like" she said. "You have 5 minutes to make me cum."

I bent down and started to suck on her clit and nibble on her pussy lips. I heard her moan as I licked around her clit and lapped at her cunt. I kept licking and sucking as I tried to respond to her noises.

After a while she came and I stopped worshiping her orally. While she recovered, I knelt at her feet waiting for her. Once she returned to a state of normalcy, she looked at me and said "You took longer than 5 minutes slave! For that you need to be punished." She laid me down on the bed and strapped my arms and legs to the ends of the bed. With my legs spread, Mistress Alexis took hold of my balls and said "For your punishment, you most vulnerable part or your body will suffer." When Goddess Alexis finished, she pulled my balls away from my body and squeezed them in her hand. I winced as the pain grew and let out groans and eventually was yelling in pain.

I woke up about an hour later and looked for either of my Mistresses. I found Mistress Angela in the living room reading a book naked. I walked over and knelt next to her as she turned the page. "Stool" she said, and I fell forward on all fours so she could prop her feet up.

She put the book down and went to sleep with her feet up on my back. 



My Life Ch. 02



I couldn't get to the diner fast enough Thursday night after work. I wanted to experience what happened Wednesday night all over again. 

Some guests were still lingering over coffee when I walked through the door. Bonnie, Mrs. W, was making a last pass around with the pot, informing everyone that it was 15 minutes to closing and they needed to finish up.

As soon as the last patron left she locked the door, hung the CLOSED sign and turned out the lights. Grabbing my hand as she passed, she pulled me into the Women's restroom.

"I've been thinking of you all day, T. I can't get you off my mind." Bonnie said. 

As she sat down on the single bed I asked what it was doing in here. She explained about the severity some women and girls have at that time of the month and the need to lie down for a short time. 

While she was explaining her hands didn't stopped moving. Bonnie unfastened my jeans, untied my shoes and had me naked from the waste down in a matter of seconds. I had started getting hard on my walk to the restaurant so she wasn't disappointed with what she saw.

Gripping my 10+ inches with both hands, Bonnie started telling me that Robbie, her husband, had a very small cock. She had always known it was small but, since she had never had any other, it had always been enough for her.

Since opening the diner/truckstop, she had seen magazines, she said, with pictures of big cocks and had dreamed about what it would be like to have one of them inside her.

"Last night you showed me what it was like. I loved it, T. I really loved it." With a wry smile she added, "But I'm very sore today." 

Looking at my cock she slowly moved her hand up and down it's length, caressing it.

"I want to show you some other ways of pleasuring a woman, T. Would you like that?" 

"I want to know everything" was my response.

"Take my clothes off me, T." Bonnie stretched out her legs so I could untie and remove her shoes, reluctantly releasing my cock. She had on a short-sleeved buttoned shirt, which I removed, then her bra. 

"Last night I was in a hurry" she stated, "which is nice sometimes. Tonight we're going to take our time. I'm going to show you how to make love to a girls' body, T. I'm going to show you how to make her want you badly, so badly it will pain her if she can't have you."

I unsnapped her slacks and pulled them down and off her legs. Bonnie was lying there in only her panties. God I loved seeing her like that.

Sliding my hands up her legs to remove her panties, she stopped me. "Not yet, T. Come up here." I removed my shirt and joined her on the bed.

Lying on her back with me over her, we kissed for the first time that night. Instinctively my hand sought her breast, cupping underneath and sliding up so the palm rubbed her nipple. I was running on intuition, so I kept going.

Holding myself up on one elbow, I took that nipple between my thumb and forefinger and pinched it gently, watching it grow hard right there in front of me.

"Kiss it, T," she said. I did. "French kiss it, use your tongue." I did. 

Still cupping it, I ran my tongue around the nipple, never quite touching it. I sucked around the nipple, pulling the flesh into my mouth with the suction. Bonnie started moaning. Man, I loved making her moan like that.

Never touching that nipple, I pulled away and went to the other side, treating it in the same manner, never quite making contact. Holding the breast high, I ran my tongue under it, where her bra had left its mark. Bonnie was growling now, and the sounds coming from her made me rock hard.

Finally I swooped in, taking the nipple between my lips and flicking it with my tongue. Bonnie's hand grasped the back of my head and pulled it fiercely to her. I opened my jaw and pinched the nipple gently with my teeth. She was squirming, her body moving all over the bed.

"A little harder, T. Please, just a little harder."

As I clamped down harder my hand shot between her legs. Closing my hand on her mound just as I closed my teeth on her nipple, two of my fingers forced their way, panties and all, inside her.

She loved it. Her legs parted wide and one of her hands flew down to grip my wrist, assuring I wasn't going to remove that hand, while the other entwined itself in my hair and squeezed my mouth to her breast.

Forcibly pulling myself away from her I said, "I want to see all of you." She had groaned in frustration when I had jerked out of her grasp, but now she was smiling. She had those panties off in a heartbeat.

I don't care if she was 20 years older than me. She was beautiful. Running my hands softly over her body, I said, "I want to kiss every part of you." 

"Oh, yes, T, do it", she begged.

I did. I traced lips and tongue all over her, turning her over onto her front then again onto her back as I tried to cover every square inch. I noticed, when I had her feet in my hands, her body got excited when I got close to her toes. I began kissing each one, trying to find just the right one.

It was all of them, so I sucked each one into my mouth. I nibbled on her Achilles tendon and traced my tongue and lips up the inside of her leg until I was just short of her hair-covered mound. The aroma emanating from there was intoxicating. I had to get closer.

Getting closer wasn't going to be a problem because the closer I got the wider her legs went. She wanted me there, and when both of her hands gripped my hair and started pulling, well, I'm no dummy. She wanted me there in a hurry!

Pivoting my body around to lay between her legs, I lifted those legs and put them on my shoulders and moved in closer. With my fingertip I parted and caressed her lips up and down, up and down. First one side then the other. She was soaking wet.

I moved my face closer and kissed those lips softly. She was pulling my head almost violently, making all sorts of grunts and groans, but, as I said in the first story, I was a big boy. I resisted and proceeded at my own pace.

I continued kissing all over those lips when suddenly I remembered her reaction to my fingers when they had entered her earlier. Palm up, I inserted two and began moving them in and out. Quite by accident, I assure you, I curled those fingers up and forward during one stoke.

"Uuuuggggggghhhhhh. Oh, yes, T, right there. Do it again. Please, T, do it again!!!" 

I didn't know what I had touched but she sure did want more of it. Her hips were trying to impale themselves on my fingers. So I curled those fingers, just like the last time, and started stroking for all I was worth into that same spot while I kissed and licked everything I could find.

Every muscle in her body went taut. The air from her lungs was released in the most erotic sound I had ever heard. Her hands, gripping my hair so tightly, brutally crushed my lips and teeth into her pubic bone. Her hips never stopped lunging, slamming onto those fingers. 

She came with a long, shrill scream and fluid ran out of her opening. And still I continued to thrust those fingers up and forward while licking and licking.

"No, T, no more." She was pushing against my head now, trying to reach the arm of those fingers to push it away also. "It's too much. Stop! Please, I need you to stop." 

I didn't stop. I fought her off and continued with the fingers and my mouth. My tongue found this little nub projecting out from just above her opening. When it first made contact Bonnie stopped pushing and shoving. So I kept flicking that nub again and again.

Suddenly she was pulling again. I swear she was trying to get my head all the way inside her. I added a third finger, continued thrusting them up and forward, gripped that little nub between my lips and flicked my tongue at it as fast as I could.

Her back arched, that beautiful sound was wrenched from her lungs again, her body went into violent spasms, jerking all over that bed, and her fluid ran like someone had turned on a tap. Those sheets were getting soaked.

She wasn't talking now, just weakly, feebly pushing at me to stop. I finally did. I crawled up beside her, wrapped her in my arms, kissed her tenderly on the lips, on the eyelids, on the nose and held her as her body quieted and came back to earth.

All those years ago and I remember it like it was an hour ago. I remember thinking what a beautiful sight it was to see her body have so much pleasure. How hard it made my cock to know I had been the cause of that pleasure.

After she calmed she began to cry softly. "Robbie won't do that, T. He says it dirty. He's only let me put his cock in my mouth 4 times in all the years we've been married. He's never cum for me like you did last night."

She pushed herself up on an elbow to look down into my eyes, still crying softly. 

"I've cum more times in the last two days with you than I have in the 22 years I've been married. How will I ever be able to go back?"

I was a good student. I could do the math. "You got married at 16", I asked? She only nodded. 

"I love the taste of your cock, T." Her hand lowered and gripped me. "I love how clean you smell. You're always so neat and clean." She was stroking me as she talked.

"I love Robbie, T. I'll never leave him. Can I have you once in a while, T, when he's on the road? You'll find some young girl soon, but can I have you once in a while?" She had been scooting down the bed, rising up on her knees, all the while staring hypnotically at my cock.

"I need your cock, T." Bonnie lowered her mouth and began kissing and licking it. 

"I need to taste it," she said, and the top 3 inches entered into that wonderful mouth.

Pulling off only far enough for her warm breath to flow over my wet crown she added, "I loved when you came in my mouth. I love the taste of your cum and I want it again and again."

Holding my cock with both hands, she ran her tongue slowly around the tip, dipping into the hole lightly, then running her tongue underneath to play with that little sack. Back up she came to the flared head, tongue tracing its way around.

She had a wide mouth. She opened it all the way and, with her tongue sticking out slightly, lowered it down over my cock, licking the underside as it entered. What a wonderful feeling!

Further and further she lowered her head until the head of my cock hit the back of her throat. She held it there while her tongue moved back and forth, up and down.

Pre-cum was flowing freely from my tip, and she began to swallow. I closed my eyes as her throat muscles massaged the tip. Slowly, oh, so slowly her head rose, until just the very tip was being kissed. Then down she'd swoop, tongue rubbing underneath as she jammed it back into her throat. 

Removing one hand from the base, she gently cupped my balls. Letting my cock escape on the next rise, she kissed her way down to my sack. Once there she nuzzled my balls, kissing them then running her tongue over each one. Gently she sucked them, one by one into her mouth.

I was going crazy. My fingers, clenched in her hair, lifted her head back to my tip. Grabbing my cock just above her other hand and aiming at her mouth, I forced her to take my cock back to her throat. 

Now both hands entangled in her hair I slammed her mouth back onto me over and over. She loved it. Grabbing my hips with both hands she jerked me into her mouth even as I was ramming with every muscle in my body.

I couldn't take it. I had to cum, and I had to cum now.

Bonnie felt the flare grow, the shaft grow more rigid and threw her mouth at my cock with that tongue rubbing continuously under the head. 

With a groan so loud it might have rattled the windows, my cock began spewing line after line deep into her mouth. Bonnie began that growling again as she went after every drop. My cock was gushing and cum began cumming out of the corners or her mouth and still she went after it, cupping her hands to hold the overflow as she drank and drank.

I stopped spewing and still she sucked. Holding me with one hand she took her mouth off long enough to lick the other clean, then rammed me back into her mouth again. Holding me with the other hand, she repeated the process until both her hands had been licked clean. Then, wham, down on my cock again.

As it started to soften she lay down next to me, head on my belly and slowly moved her mouth up and down my shaft. Taking her mouth off for short moments at a time, though still caressing it with her hands, she would mutter, "I love your cum" and "You taste so good" or "You smell so clean" or "I love the way it gets so big right before you cum."

Grabbing her under the arms I pulled her up on my chest and kissed here deeply. "I love the way you make love to it."

Turning her we cuddled, spoon fashion. My cock, never quite going completely soft, nestled itself between the cheeks of that wonderful ass. I ran my hand over her body, cupped her breast, and traced that dark circle around her nipples without touching the nipple itself.

I stroked my hand down her side, then brought my hand to cup one cheek and lifting it, nestled my cock deeper into the fold. Bonnie squirmed, sliding her ass up and down on it while my hands continued to roam.

Around front my hand came now, fingertips brushing lightly under each breast, sliding down her stomach to dip between her legs, smiling to myself when she lifted her leg slightly to give my hand room.

Her pubic hair was wet and her pussy lips engorged. Gently I ran a fingertip around those lips, separating them and dipping two fingers into her pussy. I got that groan again, lighter this time, but just as tantalizing.

Pulling the fingers out of her I brought them up to trace around that little bud. Slowly I circled it, never quite touching.

"Stop teasing, T. Play with me." Then she reached between us, pulled her hips away and flipped my cock straight out and brought herself back against me with my cock now between her legs. 

"OK, I will." This time my fingers flicked the nub, circled while in constant contact and flicked again. Her hips started moving again, rubbing my cock back and forth.

Lowering her hand she gripped the several inches protruding from her and started beating me off like it was really a part of her body and she was going to masturbate. 

Dipping two fingers into her and cupping my hand so the heal of my palm was rubbing her clit constantly I asked, "Are you sure you're too sore?"

Bonnie nodded yes but groaned from her stomach. She knew what I was thinking.

Working my hand faster and curling my fingers forward to hit that magic spot I asked, "Are you really too sore?"

Her hips were beginning to really move now and an almost constant groan was music to my ears. Still her hand was working the end of my cock, and now it was completely solid again. 

But I didn't want her hand. Pulling my hips back, I used my "playing" hand to guide it into her, sinking about 3 inches deep and stopping.

"Ooooohhh Jeeeessssus!!!!"

Smiling, I slowly began to withdraw. "I guess you are to sore." When only the very tip remained I asked, "Or are you?" as I jammed those 3 inches back in. 

"Oooooooooo Noooooooo" And her body was bending over. 

"No? No, what, Bonnie. No more? OK, I'll take it out." And again I began to pull out.

Her hand flew behind her, grabbed my hip and tried to jerk me back. I was much too strong for that move.

I froze in place with just the tip inside her again. Whispering, I said, "Tell me what you want, Bonnie. Tell me what you want me to do." She just groaned louder and kept pulling at my hip.

"No, no, Bonnie. You have to tell me what you want me to do. Say it, Bonnie."

"Put it in. Oh, God, put it in."

"Put what in?" A quick couple inch stab and withdrawal. "What do you want me to do?"

"Aaaargggggg, FUCK ME!!!! FUUUUUCCCCCKKK MMMEEEEE, Teeee!!!!!

You have to understand, this was the sixties. Woman didn't talk like this, normally. To hear her order, plea, beg, whatever you want to call it, in such a manner brought out the animal in me!

I slammed it to the bottom. "Is THIS what you want?" And I slammed it again.

"OOOOHHHH YYYEEESSSSS, FFFUUUCCKKKK MMMEEEEE!!!!"

She was bent over on her side until her head was almost touching her knees, and I was pounding it in her as hard as I could from my side. It wasn't enough.

Grabbing her by the hips to keep me firmly implanted I got up on my knees, picking her up in the process and setting her back down on her knees, legs folded, ass in the air, head almost between her knees and flat on the mattress, arms flung out and hands gripping the edge of that mattress in a death grip. Now, this is more like!!

With one leg over her hip and that foot on the mattress, one knee down and both hands gripping her hips, I began to pile drive every inch into her, rocking her with every stroke.

"Is this what you want, Bonnie?" WHAM "Is this it?" WHAM "Want me to" WHAM "FUCK YOU!!" WHAM

She was screaming and she was cumming. How could her lungs hold that much air? 

And I hammered her again and again and again and again. 

She kept screaming and she kept cumming. Her fluid was running down her legs, her fingers were clawing at the mattress; her hips were slamming back against me, as much as she could with my grip on them.

I was almost there. WHAM, WHAM, WHAM!!! Ten inches out, ten inches in, and now there was a constant "FUCK ME, FUCK ME, FUCK ME" coming from her.

That did it. My body tensed, I slammed it all the way in and fired round after round deep into her belly as she yelled "YES, OOOHHH TEEEEEEE, YYYEEEESSSSS!!" and came again.

Holding her tight I collapsed onto my side, bringing her with me, still intact. We were breathing hard as she straightened enough to cuddle back into my arms, still intact. Neither wanting to be completely free.

"So good. It's never been so good," she was almost sobbing. Glancing back over her shoulder into my eyes, she brought a hand to my cheek. 

"Where were you 20 years ago?"

"I wasn't!" was my reply.

We started to laugh, and you know what comes with the laughing. The belly muscles flex and the cock pops out. And we laughed some more. 

Later, lying in my bed, I began to think. I remembered her mentioning how she could never leave Robbie. I began thinking she was all about my cock. To her it was about its size, about what it did to her, how it made her feel, that all she wanted was to use me for her own enjoyment.

"Oh well," I remember thinking to myself, "as long as I get to cum, too, I can live with that."

What did you expect? I was only 18!



My Life Ch. 02



Please tell me what you think! I'm I the only married man that enjoys having his wife in pantyhose? Am I the only man who is lucky to have a wife that enjoys role playing?

*

Well, I woke up alone in bed. Holly must be in the kitchen, as she has to have coffee. She has always been an early riser. Me, not so much and have never been a morning person. I wasn't sure what to do, should I take off the pantyhose? Worse yet was having to wait to read Holly's reaction. Looking down at my crotch I could see that some time during the night I came, it's been years since I had a wet dream; however I was so aroused that it took me a long time to fall asleep. Every time that I moved, I thought that I would cum. Guess that some time during the night that I did. I decided to keep the pantyhose on.

So I got up and started to look for her. She was sitting at the kitchen table wearing her favorite robe, drinking a cup of coffee. She didn't say anything but got up and made me a cup. She placed my mug on the table and gave me a big hug, "Jim, I love you so much. I wish that you trusted me enough to share your secret with me."

"Holly your right and I'm so sorry. Its just something so taboo and I was afraid of losing you."

She gave me a kiss, not a soft kiss but a hard passionate kiss, and after a few seconds broke the kiss, "Jim we have to trust each other and I want you to tell me your secrets. Who knows maybe I'll even surprise you!" Her tongue entered my mouth and her hands moved all over my body. Holly was hot and wanted some. She pulled her robe open and turned around. "Promise me that you won't keep secrets."

"It's just hard, I mean men are not suppose to wear pantyhose."

She pinched her nipple to tease me, "Oh Jim, we have so much to talk about and so much to do! I've been thinking about this all morning. And anyway who said that men can't wear stockings? I thought it was sexy and erotic! We have so much to talk about but I have to trust you." 

"You can trust me, look I'm wearing freaking pantyhose."

"Yes you are, and have to say you look pretty yummy. First thing though, we must near those legs of yours. Shaving them would take for ever."

Holly reached for my hand and pulled it between her robe till I found her wet pussy. "Jim, you've been a good husband and a good friend. Maybe, I've been a little too conservative in the bedroom for you. Well that is about to change. Last night you opened my eyes to a lot of things and I'm very willing to try new things together. Do you want this?"

I smiled at my wife, "Oh yes I do!"

"First thing though, I've been on fire all morning and had to wait for you to wake up." 

Once in our bedroom her robe fell to the floor, and then Holly grabbed my hand and led me to our bedroom. She pushed me on the bed and then grabbed her life like dildo. "I bet that you've been waiting a long time to watch me with this!"

She hopped up on the bed next to me, placed the toy on the bed so that the dildo looked like a man was on the bed, and smiled as she looked at me. She grabbed my hand and told me to hold on to him. Once I had a hold of her toy, she slowly mounted it! That was the first time I've ever seen something, well a fat cock enter my wife!

A new woman was born as inch by inch my wife took that ten inch dildo, "Hope you like the view baby." Holly smiled once she had the whole thing in her. "Can you see how deep that thing is in me?" Once she adjusted herself to the size and thickness my sexy hot-wife started to ride her new toy. 

It was totally erotic to be sitting next to my wife, holding her dildo, and watching her have sex. I loved watching her leg muscles flex as she rode up and down the dildo. Hate to admit it but I was kind of jealous since I've never been able to reach areas in her pussy like that dildo could. 

I've never seen my wife this way before, normally she was this reserved woman that was afraid the neighbors would hear her. Now she was a woman that cared about her pleasure and a woman that was enjoying her sexuality. After all, my wife is very sexy and I could spend days in bed with her so in that regard I was very happy to see her let go and enjoy sex.

Holly was totally lost in her own pleasure and it didn't take long for her to start cumming. This was about her getting off, about her sex, and there really wasn't anything for her to worry about except her orgasm. Have to admit, it was very arousing to watch her and my cock was throbbing.

Then, I watched her slam her body down on that dildo, she opened her eyes a little and made this very erotic face. I could feel her pussy vibrating on the dildo that I was holding. She had that look, "Oh I've been a very bad girl but oh how I love it." My wife was cumming on this cock and I loved it!

After a few minutes she rolled off the dildo and fell into my arms, "God, that was so hot!" 

Normally she's very sensitive after she has an orgasm but I could tell that she was not done yet. Holly reached out and pulled me down her body, basically pushing me to her pussy as I moved down her body, she rolled on her back and opened her legs. I knew what she wanted. I tasted her, she was very wet. I could see how wet she was, I mean her inner thighs were slick from her arousal. I've never seen or felt her this way before.

Holly was so aroused, she pushed and pulled me down to her, "Eat me baby!"

She tasted differently, not sure who to describe it. Maybe it was just the fact that she was so aroused, and that I was about to have a heart attack. I've dreamed of this day for Holly to become this aggressive in bed. Oh my! It didn't take me long to push my wife over the edge to her second orgasm. I crawled up to her, still wearing my pantyhose. 

She grabbed my now rock hard cock and started to rub it, her hand went up and down my cock, teasing me with her hand and pantyhose. "Jim I want you to fuck me hard!" I wasn't sure what that meant, but decided to go alone with it. She rubbed my cock a few more times and that just sent me over the edge. The hose was so tight against my cock, she held me tight and I felt the first stream shoot. 

How embarrassing it was to cum from my wife touching me but my mind was mentally on fire!

She pulled me into her arms, "It's okay baby, that was so amazing. I don't know if my body could take any more."

I still wanted to do my wife! I rolled over on my back and started to pull down my pantyhose.

"Hey baby what are you doing?" Holly rolled on top me. 

"I wanted to clean up a little, I'm very wet."

"So am I baby," she reached between her legs and brought her fingers to my lips. "Can you taste me?" Then she kissed me hard! "I don't want you to take off your pantyhose just yet." 

We snuggled for some time. Then about an hour or so, Holly woke me.

"So baby, are you ready for lunch?"

"So, did you enjoy watching me fuck that toy?"

"Oh yeah, that was very kinky."

"Do you think about me fucking other men?"

"Holly!"

"Oh come on baby, were being honest.

"Fine, do you think about other men fucking you?"

"Only if you tell me!"

"Yes Holly, I think about other men fucking you.

"There was that soo hard?" She reached down and felt me. "Well I guess it is now! Now, Jim don't get upset but I do think about fucking other men. Some nights I tend to wait till your asleep and then I masturbate myself to sleep."

I was kind of taken back by her honesty, "Are there any guys that you would want to fuck?"

"A few, why?"

This was going to be really hot, my wife hopefully will tell me who she has the hots for! "Really like who?"

"Jim, do you really want to hear that? Won't you get all freaked out next time you see them?"

"Please, if anything I will try to hook you up."

"Yeah right, like you want me to fuck one of your buddies."

"Oh, so you have the hots for one of my friends?"

Holly put her hands on her hips, "Please like you don't for Julie."

"Well, busted!" All I could do was laugh if off.

"Now, if Julie wanted to play, well lets just say that I could enjoy some quality time with Tom."

 "Honey, I have to get a few things at the mall. Do you want to come with me?"

Please, I hate the mall. "No, I have a few things to do around here. Is that okay?"

"Sure babe!" She kissed me and then she was off.

With Holly shopping that gave me some time to clean up the garage and fix a couple of things. I like to help Holly around the house and don't feel that keep our home clean is her responsibility. After all we both work and I learned pretty quickly that when Holly is tired she's not in the mood for sex.

Holly returned around eight with several bags, and she looked very happy. Oh, she put our credit cards through a good work out. She smiled and handed me a gift wrapped box.

I was confused, it wasn't my birthday. "What's this?"

"A present for you. While shopping I started to think about what we could do and how we could have some fun with all of this."

I opened the bag to find sheer black pantyhose, fishnets, several control top pantyhose, and suntan sheer pantyhose, "Wow, I know you will look hot in these!"

"Oh no baby, these are for you." Holly went into our bedroom, I could hear her digging though the closet and she returned with a black dress. Holly was smiling as she walked closer to me as she then handed me a second box and sat down next to me. 

I opened the box to find a sexy black dress, and than it hit me like a ton of bricks, she wanted me in that dress. "What are we going to do with this stuff?"

Well silly, I was thinking. I've always wanted to have a girls night out.

Okay but how does that involve me?

She slapped my shoulder, "Your going to be my wing girl!"

"Say what?"

"Oh come on, let's just try it!"

Holly was so excited that I hated to burst her bubble therefore I just went with it. She led me to the bathroom and undressed me. I had no idea what she had planned for me. Once I was nude she asked me to get into the bathtub and then started to put Nair on my legs. Guess I was lucky in that I had very little body hair. Nair isn't the best smelling product but Holly swears by it. 

"Were going to make you nice and smooth this way, your legs won't snag your hosiery."

Still, getting dressed up to go out was kind of nerve racking. I had no idea what to expect and if she was dressing me up, what about heels? Could I even walk in heels? Its so strange to be nude, with your wife rubbing near over your legs. What was stranger was the fact that my cock started to become hard!

"See honey, that is why I got you some tight granny panties, and control tops. I don't want you to get a woodie out on the dance floor. After all if you're dancing with someone what will he think?"

"Wait, what?"

"Well silly, when we go out it's about dancing, right?"

"Yeah I guess."

"Well, we can have a few dances together but you know how men are and I can tell you will be very hot! Lots of men will want to dance with you."

"But I want to dance with you!"

"Thanks baby, and we will. But don't worry while you're out dancing with some guy I'm sure that someone will ask me to dance too. I want this to be fun for us."

After a few minutes the Nair was ready to come off as with all my leg hair. She turned on the shower and washed me, I could tell that Holly was thinking and maybe she picked up on my reservations. I didn't have reservations about dancing, just wearing heals due to the fact that I've never worn them.

Once out of the tub, Holly dried me being careful to tease me by accidentally brushing against and rubbing my hard cock. She led me to the bathroom and sat me down on the bed. She then pulled out a new pair of hose and started to put them on me. As I stood she pulled the hose up to my waist, she pulled out another box and showed me my shoes. Being a smaller man, well I have small feet. 

"Don't worry I didn't forget about your shoes. However, I think we should have you walk around the house in these first before we go out dancing."

Having Holly say that put me at ease while she helped me in my own pumps and then helped me walk around the house. It's a strange feeling, but very erotic. I really enjoyed being in pumps and felt kind of sexy, course being in pantyhose was also very erotic for me.

It took me about thirty minutes of walking around to become confident in pumps. Holly complimented me on my walking and said that she was disappointed in herself for not getting me stilettos. We then went back into the bedroom to pick something for her to wear out.

It's a strange and very erotic feeling watching my wife undress and looking at her clothes knowing that she was dressing for me, and another guy. Well some stranger that she will be dancing with. 

Holly turned to me and teased her nipples, "Do you think guys like it when my nipples are hard?" She pulled out a sheer bra and thought about it. "What I like about this bra, is if my blouse is lose fitting or a deep V, well some lucky man might be able to look down my blouse and see my nipples." She turned to the mirror, "I see that you enjoy it also, nice hard cock honey!"

She moved up next to me, her leg between mine putting pressure on my cock and balls. Holly whispered in my ear, "So tell me honey, do you enjoy the thought of another man seeing your wife's body?"

Holly's teasing was having her desired effect on me. I was unable to breath and really wanted to have sex.

"I think you do, well honey were going to have so much fun dancing!" She pushed me back against the bed and on to it. 

Slowly I crawled backwards up the bed, and Holly grabbed my pumps. Now she was nude and I was only wearing my pantyhose. What was she going to do next? This is the first time my wife has shown this side of her sexuality. Talk about a mental rush being on my bed, with my wife crawling up to me, and my hard cock restrained in pantyhose. 

Holly sat up on my chest, and looked down at me with her legs parted giving me a clear view of her pussy. Her wet lips were already red flushed with blood and desire. "All this talk about dancing has really turned me on! I can't wait till we go out." 

Slowly she moved closer to my mouth. I knew what she wanted; her body was telling her what she needed. Her scent was intoxicating, her lips were open and her clit was out it its full glory. She grabbed my cock when my tongue hit her clit. I pulled her into my mouth and started to suck on her. 

Its hard to explain the sensations that I was feeling bound by my hose, and my wife on top of me. I'm sure that she was thinking about dancing and who would ask her to dance. The idea was very erotic to me and knowing that she would come home with me and into our bed. I had great confidence that we could do this and that it would be one erotic night.

Holly was getting close; her hips were rocking and could hear her mumbling about something. Having her legs over my ears prevented me from hearing what she was saying. With all her movement, that was causing great distress on my cock. Not pain, but her movements were bringing me close to the edge. With her body shaking so much, there was no need for her to stroke me up and down. However she would tighten her grip and then let go of me. Oh I was so close!

I heard her whimper a little and felt her become very wet! My wife started to cum. Oh, just tasting her sent me over the edge!

"Oh baby, I forgot to get some toys. We have to go shopping tomorrow!"

Holly collapsed in my arms and we slept spooning all night long.

*

End of chapter 2

These will be my blogs and places where I show my pictures. Remember that I'm new to blogging and it will take me some time. 



My Life Ch. 02



I woke the next morning naked, sore, dirty and I am sure smelling like a well fucked slut. There was no one else in the room butt I heard someone in the bathroom taking a shower, I guess I dozed off again because the next time I opened my eyes my mom was sitting on the side of the bed caressing my back, Low and softly down over the cheeks of my ass. 

"Good afternoon sweetheart, I was beginning to wonder if you were going to wake up." It turns out that it was early afternoon. 

I rolled over on my back and looked up at her, "god that was incredible!" I said as I lay there under her soft tender caresses. "Is it always like that?"

"No, rarely is it quite like that. You were a little over the top, butt enjoying your self. I loved watching you having sex. I have never watched you fuck before, you were sure enjoying yourself" She had walked in on me and a guy one time, I have spied on her and dad, and sometimes friends, fuck; butt that was the first time she had watched me really fuck. "You managed to fuck or suck everyone in the room, except me, and most of the guys more than once. I wasn't sure you were going to stop." 

"I loved that and my pussy is really sore." I reached down and felt my pussy, it was crusty , in fact my whole crotch area was, with the dried cum that had leaked, mixed with the gush of my own lubricating juice from my pussy, which had hardened. My mom had a soft washcloth in a bowl of warm water on the side of the bed that she now took and gently ran between my legs, it felt nice to have her softly cleaning my cunt with that wet warm cloth. She hasn't done that since I wore diapers as a baby. I closed my eyes, relaxed and enjoyed the warm feeling. Next thing I knew she had some warm cream in her hand rubbing it in to my sore, used slit. 

"This will help," she said, "I discovered this balm several years back after I had a very busy night and was overly sore. She continued to rub the soothing cream into the folds of my slit, along the sides, between the inner and outer lips and over my tender, aching clit. The soreness started to fade and be replaced by another, more familiar sensation. I just lay there with my eyes partly closed as her soft hand explored the private areas sandwiched between my legs. My mom had never touched me this way before and I was enjoying it, I could see her watching me thru the lashes of my very nearly closed eyes, she was looking openly at my warm, soggy gash. I could feel it coming as she stroked my clit. Faster her fingers stimulated my sensitive, supple area, slipping along the sides of my clit, dipping into my now very wet vagina. I just lay there and let her play, the tension in my cunt started to rise, my breathing quickened as my back began to arch she moved faster, rubbing my clit, back and forth harder, faster her skilled fingers moved. My teeth gritted tight just as I started to cum, the waves of my orgasm washed over me and my mom buried fingers deep into my cunt, I came hard. The juice from inside me flowed out over her hand gushing as I whimpered while my hips shuddered forcing her fingers deeper into my sopping dark slit. The waves started to subside, my breath slowed, my heart was pounding as the last of my orgasm began to subside. My mom gently massaged my contented, sopping pussy as it came to an end. 

"Ok baby, you need to shower", she said when I was finished. "Your dad and brother are down at the restaurant waiting for us."

"Thanks mom, I needed that," I said smiling at her as I realized what had just happened, my mom had made me cum and it was mind-blowing to think about . I slowly got up my muscles were resisting me, the only place I didn't hurt was my pussy where my mom had rubbed in that cream, I need to find out what that was I thought as I stumbled into the shower. I turned on the water and stepped in, the warm water washed over me and suddenly I realized that I really needed to pee, badly. Too tired to get out I just leaned forward, placing my head on the tile as the water washed over my hair and I let go. The warm water washing over me, I looked down and watched the dark yellow stream gush from between my legs, splashing over my feet as it blended into a lighter, yellow pool in the tub before disappearing down the drain. I was not sure which felt better, the warm water or the relief on my bladder as it drained. I just stood there and enjoyed the pleasurable sensations. The only feeling your body can give you with out having sex is letting your bladder drain when you really need to piss and I have all my life had a thing about the feeling of letting the flow loose as I pee. This is why I have chosen the name I have, butt more about that later.

When I was finished pissing and felt that relief, I started to wash. It was interesting where I found the dried crust of cum from last night had ended up, my tits, my ass cheeks, the back of my neck, and somehow in the back of my knees. As I washed I found more sore spots and a small bruise on my right tit, my asshole was sore and it took a moment for me to remember who all had been back there that would have made me sore. There were a couple of guys that had fucked me from behind and especially I recalled once when I was on top and fucking Susan's husband Tom, I felt a fairly large cock force its way in there. My cunt was filled with a hard black cock as I felt the head of another slowly press and stretch my anus open and then felt it close a little around the hard, smooth head before the shaft began to push itself deeper, slowly filling my bowels with that smooth hard cock. It was great to feel 2 cocks buried inside me and as I fucked harder on Tom's cock. I felt them both moving inside me. My brother leaned over my shoulder whispering in my ear, " this is the only place I haven't fucked you before, butt your cute, pink asshole looked like it needed some more attention and I knew after you had taken a couple of guys in there and the cum leaking from your ass would make it slick enough to fit my cock." He started moving faster as he pounded his hard cock deep into my entrails. A hard cock slamming deep into my anus as I looked down into Tom's dark eyes while his dark brown shaft was filling my dripping gash. My asshole was smarting because of the bulk of his rock-hard shaft but the slight pain just added to the pleasure, two hard cocks sliding quickly in and out of both of my slick, musky, cum filled cavities. Standing there, thinking about what I had done last night caused my cunt to begin to ache again there in the shower. I reached down and rubbed my tender clit a couple of times butt I thought mom was waiting, so rather than soothing my cunt again now I decided to wait and finished cleaning up.

After I dried, I went out with just a towel wrapped around me to find my mom just sliding her pants back on, " what's going on here?" I asked as she buttoned the fly on her slacks.

"Well, playing with you got me in the mood and I had to do something," she said winking at me.

"I could have helped you." I had never watched my mom cum and the idea of doing so added to my hunger.

"I know butt we didn't have time right now and I took care of it, another time I am sure we will have a chance" she smiled.

I got dressed in some clean clothes that someone had brought for me and left the panties off mom noticed that and commented on it (I have not worn panties regularly since that night) and we went down to eat, I was famished. 

I was kidded at the table by my dad, brother and Susan and Tom who were the only people left from last night. I was the butt of quite a bit of kidding and sexy comments while we ate butt other than a little secret fondling as everyone found I didn't have panties on the meal was much like everyone else in the room. Things were somewhat uneventful for the next several days. My brother and I got together a couple of times and I masturbated almost every night while I relived my birthday night and then usually again in the morning. I still do to this day when I think about that special night.

My boy friend, Rick came home from collage about 2 weeks later for summer break. He knew that my family and me were nudists and open but not to the extent things had gotten nor that my parents were swingers. I had introduced him to nude beaches when he was last home and he knew my parents and I came here sometimes. He would learn a lot more about his girlfriend and her family that summer.

The night after he got home we went to a party across town. I was wearing my usual party clothes, something loose, revealing and easy to get under and into, no panties. There was a lot of dancing and anyone who bothered to look was treated to flashes of my naked pussy and tight smooth butt. I had several drinks, hits from several joints and a few lines of coke. Iwas feeling no pain. After an hour or so, I was getting very horney. I could feel the slick wetness making my thighs slide against each other and I needed to go somewhere to satisfy my itching cunt. My boy friend and I searched around looking for a room that was empty, or at least partly available. Every room was busy and filled with people having sex with one or more people, including the bathrooms. One room had only one couple fucking furiously on a large bed. I saw my best friend Lynda was on top, I had no idea who the guy she was fucking was and knowing her, neither did she (and he probably wasn't the first that night, Lynda was the only girl I knew that had probably fucked more guys than me), we watched for a couple of minutes as she moved her well fucked cunt up and down his hard, glistening cock. We were at the foot of the bed and from vantage point we had, I could see her pink asshole winking at me as his cock slid in and out of her sloppy wet gash. Rick slid his hand under the back of my skirt and a finger found its way to slide just the tip of one in to massage my anus as the others dipped into my wet snatch. I stood there and watched them fucking, my eyes focused on her brown, furry, wet pussy and puckering pink anus. I bent forward just a bit and paced my hands on the foot of the bed to allow his fingers better access and get a closer view. Rick was fingering my hard little clit, fingers buried deep into both of my holes. I was about to cum, my knees started to buckle, so we moved over to share the bed. When the guy fucking Lynda noticed us, he said they wanted to be alone (I think he was shy). We didn't join them on the bed as they went back to their fuck. I noticed there was a private bathroom in that bedroom and we went in there.

As soon as we were in the bathroom I went to my knees, pulled his zipper down, pulled his hard cock out and wrapped my lips around the head. Now Rick's cock was not very large but it was the first uncircumcised cock I had had up to that point in my life and loved the difference. When he was hard only the tip stuck out thru his foreskin, the little slit there was leaking some clear sticky pre-cum. This added a little extra flavor to his cock. Whenever I sucked his cock I would first lick the tip, sticking the tip of my tongue into that little hole then slide the flesh covered head into my mouth. I would grasp the shaft firmly and slide my hand down, pulling the skin with it and feel the skin pull out from between my lips and the smooth tender head would reveal itself to my tongue. His cock always had a nice taste, slightly saltier than most cocks because of the foreskin, but pleasant, and the taste would reveal itself more as the head became bare inside my mouth. I would suck gently on the head, running my tongue around the sensitive rim. With the head protected the way it was the flesh of its head was softer and smoother than most cocks. I loved sucking his cock and would lose my self in the taste and feel of his hard cock sliding into my mouth, touching the back of my throat before I pulled my head back, sucking the shaft as I moved it in and out. My hand grasping the firm shaft as it slid up and down following my mouth, I knew this would make him cum fast. I was getting into it, almost in a daze thinking about nothing other than that hard warm shaft of skin filing my mouth, I could tell he was going to cum soon when he grabbed my head and pulled his cock from between my lips.

"I want to cum inside you first time tonight, I haven't had your sweet pussy for too long" he said as he turned my head up to look at him. He pulled me up and kissed me, his tongue replacing the hard cock in my mouth and his hands grasping the naked cheeks of my ass. "I like you not wearing panties, I can get to you easier like this" as he squeezed them firmly. Kissing my neck, he turned me around and pushed me forward to lean over the lavatory counter where he kneeled down behind me and with his thumbs spread the cheeks of my ass wide open. I felt his cool breath blowing over my warm, damp anus and the wet lips between my thighs as he brought his face between them. He slipped his wet tongue into my tight brown, puckered hole and pressed it in. I felt his tongue pushing in, opening my sphincter and press more untill his nose was pressed tight into the crevice, sandwiched between my ass cheeks. I just lay there as his tongue probed deep inside my anus while his fingers diddled with my hard clit. his fingers exploring deep into my wet, slippery cunt. I closed my eyes, feeling the cool tile of the counter top on my cheek as the tightness began deep inside me. Moaning as my breath coming faster. The focus of my being was on the tender flesh of my hard clit and the tongue massaging far inside my anus. I exploded. Over and over again the waves of my orgasm came as the fluid from my hot slimly slash flowed out dripping from his chin. I moaned loudly as he pressed his tongue as far into my bowels as he was able while I felt the tip squirm around inside me against my taut sphincter. The waves expanding throughout my body as I leaned there on the cool tile and allowed the pleasure to take me.

My orgasm was not quite complete when I felt him take his lips from my throbbing crevice and instantly I felt his hard cock slam its way in, burying deep into my scorching, still contracting hole. His cock filled my cunt and he started to move, pulling back and slamming his hard rod into my aching, slippery hole. He was pushing me with every thrust, grunting with each penetration my face sliding along the counter top feeling the cool tile on my cheek until my belly came to the edge and pressed into me just above my pussy. I felt the sharp corner of the counter top press against my mons. With each pound of his hips the corner was forced to jab harder into me.

"Stop" I cried. "We need to reposition," He stopped moving and I felt his hot rod slowly leaving my dripping chasm. Once his cock was out I sat down on the furry bathroom rug, my face just high enough so that I could lean in and kiss the head of his slimly cock. Sucking a little I could taste my self on him. After a moment I laid back, my head beside the toilet and pulled my knees up so my open slit and brown asshole was well exposed and available to his view, he knelt behind my ass, pushed my knees further up, and placed the point of his rigid pole at the opening of my cavity. He thrust hard and deep, I love the feel of a hard rod quickly filling my gaping maw and this was no different. Instantly, I was back to the edge of an orgasm as Rick began pumping his hard shaft of skin in and out of my cunt. In, out, in, out, faster he moved his hips as his cock alternately filled and emptied my dark, velvety sleeve. I could feel the orgasm building. I was looking into Rick's eyes as he fucked me and could tell he was on the edge himself, his eyes half closed as though his whole existence was focused on the flexing of his ass and the smooth slippery feel along the rigid stake boring deep inside me...........

"Excuse me," a voice that didn't belong there penetrated our revere. "Excuse me, but if you don't mind I really have to pee." Rick froze in mid thrust, his orgasm again cut short by a distraction but his cock remained throbbing deep inside me. It was Lynda. She and the guy she was fucking apparently had finished so she needed to pee. "I can make it quick."

"Sure," I said. "Go ahead," I could tell by the look on Rick's face that that wasn't what he would have said. Lynda walked into the room naked and flushed. I had to shift just a little to give her some room to get to the toilet and she stepped one foot over my head. Her slimily fir covered cunt with her still engorged lips were still swollen wide open directly above my face. I stared at her cunt as cum from her recent fucks oozed slowly from between her full labia. A small drip fell and landed on my lips, the unexpected flavor suddenly filling my mouth. I noticed Rick was enjoying the view, in his position he was much closer and I am sure he could also smell the pungent odor of Lynda's just finished party. 

Now Lynda and I have been friends for several years at that time and she was one of the few girls I had played with often and the only one who knew all about me and my family (I'll tell you more about her in another chapter). She had some unusual quirks one of which was that although she would fuck almost any guy at any time, she wouldn't sit on a toilet that wasn't at her house. She lifted the lid stood with one leg on each side of the toilet and squatted. I have seen Lynda using the toilet several times over the years but never from this angle. As she moved into position over the toilet I saw Rick staring at her wet cunt like me as he again started plunging his cock inside me. Lynda squatted there over the toilet and from where I lay I had direct sight at her puffed-up labia and wet, shiny pubes. I noticed she was looking directly at my face as she let the gush begin. The pale yellow water flowed from the tiny hole at the front of her damp slit spraying out,I felt a few warm small drops hit my body. She must have had quite a bit to drink that night because it seemed to continue for a long time. I lay there, my eyes fixed on the urine pouring out of her cunt, Rick's hard cock slamming in and out of my cunt as my head began to reel. I knew I was going to cum and I could tell by the jerking of Rick's hips he was right there with me. Her slimy cunt with the yellow liquid draining from it and my cunt being fucked was the focus of my world at that moment as the feel of another orgasm built inside me. 

The flow began to dwindle a bit and I noticed her shifting. Lynda was reaching for the toilet paper to wipe her wet cunt. "Stop," I moaned. She froze the flow from her pussy stopping, and again, poor Rick did the same (if there ever was someone with blue balls it was Rick at that moment). I looked into her eyes and said softly while laying there in my daze " let me," licking my lips while looking at her cunt. It took a moment but she quickly understood and smiled at me. She stood, moved into position with one leg on either side of my head. Rick had never been with more than one girl before and had for sure never watched a girlfriend eating out another girl's pussy, this was a whole new thing for him. She squatted slowly bringing her cunt down to my face, as she did white, creamy cum oozed out from the depth of her gash. Her cunt was inches from my lips and the white sperm was about to drip from her. As I opened my mouth and reached out with my tongue to taste the discharge I saw her muscles flex just a little and a small spray of salty, yellow liquid squirted out of her little pee hole and into my mouth giving me a new and unexpected splash of flavor. This was the first time I had tasted someone else's piss but didn't have much time to think about it because her cum flied cunt covered my face the salty drops remaining from her piss clinging to the hair around her slit. I could taste the cum from whatever guys Lynda had fucked that night oozing out of her cunt and into my mouth as I sucked greedily on her full red lips. Rick by this time was fucking my aching pussy hard and fast as he watched me eating my best friends well-fucked cunt. He was slamming hard and fast into me and I started to cum again the taste of cum, piss and pussy in my mouth and a hard cock slamming hard and fast deep into my agonizing cunt. I came hard. Lynda was rubbing her cunt back and forth furiously on my face, moaning as she was cumming. I felt Rick slam his rigid cock hard, deep against the lips of my cunt he pressed it there tight jerking as his cock finally emptied it's full load deep inside me.




My Life Ch. 02



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I woke up around six in the morning and Steve was still sleeping. The memories of Jerry fucking me started to arouse me and I could feel my panties become very wet. I did not want to wake Steve up so I slowly slid my hand down my body and under my panties until I found my wet clit. I knew Jerry would be fucking me again soon and there was no way that I could give him up. It was one thing to tease, but after he fucked me, there was no way I could ever tell him no. Steve would just have to understand. Not only was Jerry's cock longer than Steve's but Jerry's was so much thicker! I loved the way he filled me. 

One thing about Jerry was the way he knew how to tease and seduce me and, if that wasn't enough, Jerry knew how to fuck. Oh, Steve brought him into our bed and I was not going to give him up. I'm not sure that men can understand this, but I knew that Jerry and I were not soul mates. We have a strong sexual bond and when we were around each other we were attracted to each other only sexually.

There I was in my bed the day after enjoying my first lover, masturbating while my husband slept next to me. 

After that night all Steve could talk about was how hot and erotic it was watching Jerry do me. Having Steve talk openly helped relieve all my anxiety and fears. From the first time that Steve had talked about a threesome I worried how he would react the day after. 

Monday morning Steve started to plan our next weekend and all I could do was sit back and watch. Sure, I thought, it was kind of odd that my husband went clothes shopping for me. I loved the fact that he was thinking of me, but in realty I knew that what he was really thinking about was his friend doing me.

My kinky husband had purchased a sexy backless, black dress and black thong that is what he wanted me to wear. Steve told me that he would take care of grocery shopping and the only thing that I had to do was relax and enjoy the night.

Isn't that strange? To have a husband go clothes shopping, purchase the food for dinner, and help me relax so that I could enjoy my lover? Needless to say I was very confused; not only did my husband want to watch me with another man, but now he was shopping for my clothes and planning dinner. 

I grabbed Steve by the wrist, "Steve, what are you up to?"

He smiled, "Nothing, why?"

"Uh well, you went shopping for clothes for me and you invited Jerry to come over."

Steve smiled, "Yes, I did invite Jerry over. I think you like him."

Playfully I slapped his shoulder, "Steve, I think that you like him more."

"Is that a bad thing? When Jerry is around you want sex. I like the fact that you want to do it and I love watching you with him."

I looked at him confused, "Are you sure you like watching him do me?"

"Yes, that was hot."

Since that erotic night when Steve shared me with Jerry, Steve has not said anything negative about the experience. In fact I think having a threesome might improve both our libidos. I smiled, "Okay, if you're sure." Steve had dropped our kids off at my mother's for the night and that told me that he wanted Jerry to spend the night.

Off to the showers. I made sure to take my time while shaving my legs and pussy. I knew that being shaved drove Steve wild. Once out of the shower I did the normal things; dry off, cool off, and then started to get ready. I made sure to tease Steve a little, but I wasn't ready for him to see my shaved pussy. So I put my thong on and then went out to the kitchen to get a glass of wine.

Steve was sitting in the family room watching TV, but once he saw me in my thong he immediately came over. He asked me if he could help and I told him to pour me a glass of wine, which of course he happily did.

After he handed me my glass of wine I went back to my bedroom to get ready for my date. 

Ten minutes into getting ready Steve came into the bedroom and started to watch me get ready and, after just a couple of minutes, after that the door bell rang and he walked over to me, knelt down, and pulled down my thong. I guess my mind was in shock. My husband had arranged for this date, my dress, and now pulled my thong off before his friend arrived. Now I started to feel a little self-conscious, after all the dress was backless so I was unable to wear a bra for support and my nipples were clearly hard. Steve picked this dress knowing that I couldn't wear a bra. He's always trying to get me to dress like a slut, but tonight I was kind of slutty and also classy. I felt sexy and loved the way the soft dress teased my nipples. Because my husband had removed my thong I feared that everyone would notice my arousal.

About twenty minutes after Steve came into our bathroom the doorbell rang. I looked at Steve and smiled; we knew it was Jerry. Steve stood up and went to let Jerry in. Once in our house I could hear the two of them chatting away. I took a deep breath and walked out to join my men.

When I walked into the room Jerry stood up and walked over to me. He kissed me on the lips and then gave me a warm hug. When I looked at Steve, he smiled. Carefully I took a seat trying not to flash, not that it mattered since I'd been with both men. 

Steve looked at me, then Jerry. "So, Jerry, can you spend the night? The kids are at Pam's mother's and won't be back until Sunday."

Jerry smiled, "Sounds great. I wasn't sure if that was the plan, but I did pack a little overnight bag."

"I'm glad to see that someone came prepared," I said.

Jerry smiled, "Well, Pam, you are one sexy woman and I do enjoy our time together."

It's been a week since Jerry was at our house. Steve and Jerry caught up on guy things while I went into the kitchen to start dinner. Tonight Steve wanted to have steaks, sweet potatoes, and a salad. I'll spare you the boring details about cooking and then eating dinner, but I will tell you that dinner was delicious.

After dinner the guys helped me clean up and, once the food was put away and the dishes were done, we went into the family room. It didn't take the guys long to steer the conversation to sex. Steve talked about how much he enjoyed watching Jerry do me and then he started talking about sex after Jerry left. Part of me was embarrassed, after all, my husband was talking about something private: our sex life. But then again, Jerry has shared our bed so why should I be embarrassed?

Steve looked at me, than Jerry. "Well, I think its time we shared Pam."

Jerry stood up and held his hand out for me. Together we all walked to my bedroom. Once there, Steve was the first to undress and move up on the bed and Jerry wasn't far behind him. As I started to undress while both men focused on me I realized that having them looking at me was a turn-on.

Once I was undressed I took a deep breath and stood there allowing my men to look at my nude body. I wasn't getting any younger so might as well enjoy the moment. When I looked at my lovers both of them were aroused. What was a girl to do except dive in and enjoy her men? Since they both wanted me I decided to tease them just a little bit more.

Because they both were eating me up with their eyes, I decided to play a little coy. "So, boys, do you like what you see?"

They both nodded their heads up and down.

"So what would you like to do Steve?"

Steve smiled, "Woman, get on the bed now!"

Slowly I moved up onto my bed, taking my time to enjoy the moment. Something so sexy about being between two men that want you and that is just what I was enjoying. I made my way between Jerry and Steve and noticed that both men were aroused. There's something so sexy about a man aroused, knowing that he wants you.

Steve put some pillows behind me to lie on, which was nice of him. I moved up and turned around resting my back on the pillows. Once I turned around it was time to check out my men. Having two nude men next to me in bed, well that did my ego good. I reached out and grabbed both men. I love feeling a hard cock in my hand and this time I had two!

Talk about a strange sensation holding two men in my hands as this was something so new. Steve started to move and I knew he wanted to get things started.

Steve looked at me, "Jerry, why don't you take Pam doggie style."

Jerry started to move as Steve helped me get on all fours. Most nights it takes Steve a little time to get hard but he was ready for action. I felt Jerry move behind me and then he guided his cock into me. Oh, I almost forgot how good Jerry felt in me. I swear that I could feel inch by inch enter me, filling me, and giving me pleasure.

Once all the way in Jerry started working up a rhythm sliding his cock in and out of my body.

Steve moved in front and held his cock until it touched my lips.I really just wanted to focus on Jerry doing me, but Steve started to push his cock into my mouth. Having Steve in my mouth really wasn't working for me. All I wanted was to have the men focus on me not be spoon-fed someone's cock while the other did me from behind. I wanted them to touch me and take turns using my body for his pleasure, not having both men do me at the same time, well there was one thing that I wanted. I've been enjoying several fantasies about having both men in me at once, but would they be up for my challenge?

Then the reason for those fantasies hit me; about six months ago Steve rented some porn movies. One of the movies showed a housewife getting double penetrated. Once Steve was rock hard, I pulled back until Steve's cock was out of my mouth.

"Jerry I want you to lie down on your back." I waited for him to lie down, and then I mounted him. "Steve, let's try something new so why don't you grab some oil and two towels. Oh, and when you return lube your cock really good." Steve has been asking for anal sex for a long time and what he didn't know was I've been preparing myself for it. About six months ago I purchased several toys from a web site. Last week I enjoyed using a six inch lifelike cock in my ass and my favorite vibrator on my clit. Tonight was the night for my first double penetration. 

Steve fumbled through our bathroom looking for some KY lube. While Steve coated his cock, I mounted Jerry. Oh, how good he felt inside me. Even though I didn't see Steve join us on the bed, I felt the bed move when he moved behind me. I wasn't sure how this would work or what I should do.

The only thing that I could think of was to lift my butt in the air to give Steve access. Once I did that Steve moved behind me and started to guide his cock into me. Jerry still had about half of his cock in me when Steve entered me.

"Steve, please go slow."

Feeling Steve in my ass took my breath away. Never in my life did I ever think about doing a double penetration and here I was in my bed with my husband slowly slipping his cock into my ass while I was sitting on his best friend's cock.

"Oh, baby, your ass is so tight! God, I can't believe that I'm in your ass."

Leave it to Steve to more or less say something to take away from the moment. After twenty years of marriage I guess I've grown to be immune to some of his comments. It's not that he doesn't care it's just that he's clueless about romance and what a girl wants.

"Okay boys take it easy on me. Start slow and work up to it."

This was the first time that I had a man in my ass and, oh, what a feeling it was! Of course, I had Jerry's thick cock in my pussy. Steve started to push his cock in and out of my ass. My body took over even though I was pretty relaxed. I mean, when he started to pull back my body tried to push him out. Steve loved the tight feeling and when my body tried to push him out my sphincter really clamped down on his cock. What shocked me was how good having two men felt!

At first it felt like Steve would rip me in two! Of course I'm sure being stuffed by Jerry helped that feeling. After a couple of minutes I really started to enjoy it. The sensations of having two men, well I just don't have the words to describe it. All I can say is WOW!

All I could think about was, Can a girl ever get used to having two nude hunks in her bed?

"Oh God, Steve, you feel so good in me. Give it to me harder."

Talk about an amazing situation. Being on top of Jerry while Steve mounted me from behind. My men started to work up a nice rhythm, well mostly Steve. Jerry just lay back and enjoyed the sensations.

I looked down at Jerry and he smiled, "Pam, this is really strange, exciting, and feels good. I can actually feel Steve doing you!"

Steve said, "Yeah I can feel you in her too. Oh, Pam, baby you feel really good."

"I have to say that this is strange in that I can feel Steve sliding in and out of you." 

Yeah I have to say that having both of them in me was kind of a strange feeling. I've never had two men before like this and this night was the first night a man had enjoyed taking my ass. Oh, but I was enjoying myself.

Even though I was lost in my own world enjoying two men, when Steve grunted, that brought me back to reality. Steve gave one last thrust and I felt the tip of his cock expand, filling me. After Steve was finished he pulled back. It felt really strange when Steve started to pull out and I felt kind of empty. Sure I've enjoyed toys but this was different. Maybe the feeling was different since Jerry was still in me.

Looking down at him I could tell by his facial expression that he was close, I kissed him on the lips, "Cum in me, baby."

He slapped my ass, gave one hard thrust and started to cum in me. This was the first time in my life I had two men cum in me. 

Steve rolled over and lay down on his back down next to me, "God, Pam, that was freaking awesome."

I still had Jerry in me. "Yeah, but I need to take a shower. Come on, Steve, you need a little clean up too." I grabbed the towels and cleaned myself and then Steve. Next time Steve will have to wear a condom. 

Steve got up and walked to the shower and turned it on as he knows how I hate cold showers.

Jerry rolled over and gave me a kiss on my cheek, "Hey, what about me?"

In a sassy voice I said, "Okay you can join us." Oh, how erotic taking a shower with two men! One thing that I wish we could do was redo our bathroom. How I would love to have a walk-in roman shower. I went into the shower first and asked the guys to give me a moment. What we did was kind of messy and having two men cum in me, well I was rather wet. Once I cleaned up I called out to my men to join me.

We took turns washing each other with the guys soaping me up. Both men took turns soaping my breasts making sure to tease my nipples. Talk about pleasure, hands all over my body and I didn't care who was touching me. All I wanted was more: more touching, more kissing. Oh how I enjoyed having both men touch me. The look in their eyes told me that they wanted me. Steve was behind me and I could feel his cock pressing into the small of my back while Jerry's now hard cock was pressing into my stomach. Oh, talk about an ego rush knowing that I caused two men to get another erection.

I still hadn't cum yet and having my men touch me, watch me, worship me in the shower was not helping. "I need someone to eat me."

Steve looked at Jerry, "Please, you take the honor." 

Jerry started to kiss my neck, shoulder, chest, stomach, and down to my inner thigh. I parted my legs a little to give him better access. Steve held on to me for support allowing me to give Jerry more access to my very wet pussy. A tidal wave of pleasure hit me when his tongue found my clit. I'm sure that Steve was watching Jerry sucking on my pussy.

I started to run my right hand though Jerry's thick hair, "That's it, baby, I'm going to cum."

Slowly my orgasm built. My head and toes started to tingle and having Steve teasing my nipples brought me closer. Every time Steve would squeeze too hard, I would feel Jerry's tongue brush over my clit sending me closer... closer... 

"Oh... Oh... I'm gonna, yeah, baby, that's it... I'm gonna... oh, fuck I'm cumming!"

Jerry kept my clit in his mouth to allow me to enjoy my full orgasm. Once I came back to earth Jerry stood up. Steve was still holding me. "Oh, that was awesome."

I looked at the men and noticed that they were still hard. Part of me wanted them, but I was getting sore. Smiling I looked at Jerry then Steve, "Come on, boys, I want to watch you jack off for me."

Jerry looked at Steve and then me with a look of confusion. 

I reached down and grabbed both men, "I really want to watch you guys jack off and cum on me! Will you do that for me?"

Letting go of Steve I grabbed some body wash and, taking Steve's hand, I poured a generous amount of cream on his hand. Then did the same thing for Jerry then smiled at my men. "Okay, men, give me a great show. I've always wanted to watch two men jack off and cum on my body."

It didn't take long for them to get over their shyness or even the gay factor, but I've always suspected that Steve would like to go down on Jerry. Steve is always jealous of other men, but when it comes to Jerry my husband has always tried to push things. Steve loves it when I would flash Jerry or when Jerry would give me a hug Steve would take his hands and place them on my breasts. I have to admit that I enjoyed his attention, Steve was a man's man while Jerry was a romantic and I could tell that he knew how to seduce women.

I watched them stroking their hard shafts and knew that I needed to get down on my knees to let them cum on my tits, just like the porn movies. However, I wanted to wait until they got close as kneeling on hard tile would kill my knees.

Once I heard that familiar grunt, I knelt down. Steve was the first to tilt his head back and shoot a large stream of cum on my tits. Then a second stream hit me but from the other direction and I knew that Jerry was cumming too. Oh, how I loved being between them to know that they both wanted me and that they would do anything that I asked.

They both shot several more streams of cum, and, once finished, I looked up at them. "That was hot, boys!"

Steve and Jerry rinsed the body wash off while I grabbed the soap and washed their cum off my breasts. Good thing because we were running out of hot water. Steve was the first to get out and like a good husband he grabbed some towels for us. Once we dried off we went back to bed. Oh, I was spent!

Falling asleep was a unique experience. Here in my bed was my husband and his best friend and we all were nude. I felt safe, warm, and very comfortable. After our night of fun it didn't take me long to fall asleep. Of course having two men enjoy my body left me exhausted.

Around three I woke up and needed something to drink. Jerry was to my left and Steve was to my right. Slowly I scooted down the bed trying not to wake up my men. Then made my way to the kitchen, grabbed a glass, and poured myself some water. Strange, to be nude in my kitchen, nude as the day I was born.

With last night's activities I forgot to get coffee ready for the morning. There is nothing worse than starting the day having to make coffee and then wait for it to brew. While I was filling the coffee pot with water I didn't hear someone move behind me, but I felt his presence. I felt him move behind me, his warm arms wrap around me. 

From his scent, I knew it was Jerry and the other clue was the thick cock pressing into the small of my back. Oh, he was so naughty. I leaned forward which told him that I wanted him. Jerry guided his cock between my legs, and, oh, how good he felt between my lips. I loved how he teased me, running his cock between my lips and allowing his thick mushroom head to rub against my clit sending pleasure waves though my body.




My Life Ch. 02



I reached back and slapped Jerry, "Oh, stop teasing me and just do it."

Even though Jerry was behind me, I could tell that he grabbed his cock to guide himself into me. I leaned forward to allow him easier access to my body. Then he guided the tip of his cock and I felt the head start to enter me.

Having him do me this way was so wrong, but, oh, how it felt so right! The way we moved, it was like we were dancers. We both knew what the other wanted, we both knew how to touch the other, and we both knew how to give the other pleasure. We both wanted to please and pleasure the other.

I knew that I should have waited for Steve to wake up, but once things got going there was no denying what we wanted, a moment of selfish lust and hot steam between two lovers. We did our best to be as quiet as possible. There was no stopping, not that I wanted him to, after all I loved how he felt in me and what he did to me. 

Jerry dug his fingertips into my hips and used me like a rag doll. Normally I like to be the dominant person, but with Jerry there is just something about him. I can't help but be submissive around him and he knows it. He takes control of me, and does what he wants to me. I loved it!

"Oh, Pam, I'm going to cum," he whispered in my ear.

I pushed myself back hard, taking as much of him in me and then I felt it. His cock deep in me and his body trembled as he started to cum in me. After a few moments his cock started to soften and slip out of me with his cum still deep in me. 

We walked back to my bedroom and joined Steve on the bed. Off to sleep we went and I was one tried and used woman! 

The end.



My Life Ch. 02



I lost myself in the kiss and was surprised when I realized that my hands were running through his wet hair. I felt his hands around my waist and it sent chills of pleasure through my body. 

Kyle stepped back and looked down, "Someone's a little excited," he commented. 

I looked down at my bikini top and wanted to die of embarrassment. My nipples, which are freakishly large, were standing straight out and were hard enough to cut diamonds. I felt his hand under my chin, raising my gaze to his. 

"Don't be embarrassed. You have no idea how much I love that," he said. He then reached up and took hold of the string that kept my top in place. "May I?" he asked, looking directly at me. 

A thousand thoughts ran through my mind at the same time and I couldn't focus on one of them. But the tingle that I had felt in my stomach had flared into a small fire. It felt incredible and I didn't want that feeling to go away. I nodded shyly and bit my lip. 

The next thing I felt was a tug at my back as he pulled on the string, leaving my top hanging loosely from my neck. He then pulled on the string behind my neck and top fell into my lap, exposing my breast to the warm air. My heart was beating like I was sprinting a marathon and I felt a little dizzy. I suddenly remembered that we were in his back yard and I looked to each side of the yard to see if anyone could see me. 

"Don't worry about anyone seeing us. No one can see back here," he assured me. 

I was still blushing bright red when I looked back at Kyle, "Sorry, I know they're small. I'm afraid that's as big as they're going to get. I'll have to plastic surgery someday if I want nicer boobs," I knew I was babbling, but I was so nervous and I tend to talk a lot when I'm nervous. 

"Don't you dare do that, Jillian," Kyle said forcefully, "these are perfect." 

Kyle leaned down and kissed my left nipple. I giggled nervously as I watched. He then moved to the right and placed another light kiss on it. But then he surprised me and took both of my breasts in his hands and sucked my nipple into his mouth. I put my hands on his shoulders to support myself. The sensation was more intense than anything I'd ever felt and I heard myself moan. I hadn't meant to, and the sound was different than anything I had ever heard before. 

My nipples are one of the most sensitive things about me. Even the lightest touches can send me through the roof, and Kyle's touches weren't light. It was driving absolutely crazy. I could feel that familiar warmth building in my pussy and was surprised how fast it was building. I knew that feeling from being with Brooklyn, but it usually took a lot of kissing and touching to get me where I was now, and Kyle had only been at it for a couple of minutes. 

Kyle paused for a moment, "You are a sensitive one aren't you?"

"I can't help it," I said in more of an exhaled whisper. 

Kyle stood back up and kissed my lips again and then went back down to my neck. The sensations were too much and I clutched Kyle's head tightly and tried not to lose myself in his kisses. I had had more than one passionate kissing session with Brooklyn but this was so much better. I felt so small in his arms but so protected at the same time. And feeling his hardened muscles under my fingers just added to the overwhelming sensations. 

Kyle pulled away slightly, "do you trust me?" he asked. 

I felt like putty in his hands and as long as the sensations continued I didn't care what he did, "yes," I said almost out of breath. 

I felt a tug under my bottom and realized Kyle had just removed my last bit of clothing. I yelped in surprise but the sound died away as his mouth came back to mine. I enjoyed a deep kiss for several minutes, pulling away on occasion to sneak in a deep breath. I just couldn't seem to get enough air. 

Kyle broke the kiss and pulled away slightly. He looked down at my waist and smiled, "you are perfect," he said. I attempted to cover myself with my hands but his caught my wrists and pulled my arms to my sides. "You will not try to cover yourself, Jillian. Understood?" 

It's hard to describe what I felt in that moment. Up until now Kyle had never told me to do anything, but what he had just said was a command, not a request, and something different, hard to describe, began to burn in my chest. I relaxed my arms and let him take a long look at me, trying not to look like the awkward teenager that I felt like. 

"You got used to wearing just your bikini around me. Now I want you to get used to this," he said, motioning to my now naked form. 

My breath caught in my throat at just the thought, "but what if someone sees me?" 

"They won't. I think you'll find that you'll like this more than you think. From here on out, as long as we're alone, you will not wear any clothes in the house or in the back yard." 

"What about you, are you going to go around starkers, too?" 

"I'm guessing that means naked," he said. 

I nodded, diverting my eyes from his gaze. 

"It doesn't work like that."

It was silent for almost a couple of minutes and I finally had to look up. Kyle had stepped just out of arms reach and was looking at me thoughtfully, but a look of uncertainty crossed his features.

"What's wrong, Kyle?" I asked, suddenly feeling extremely self-conscious. I started to cross my arms in front of my chest but stopped when I remembered what Kyle had just told me. 

Kyle shook his head but was quiet for another minute before finally breaking the silence, "I'm not sure this is such a good idea."

Hearing that felt like a bucket of ice water had just been dumped over my head. Here I was completely naked sitting on the side of a pool and being rejected after he was the one that initiated everything. I got out of the pool and sprinted toward the house before the stupid waterworks started. I could already feel my eyes stinging. I should've known he didn't want to be with a skinny little girl like me. I had just been deluding myself. But the stupid prat didn't need to see me naked and then decide to I wasn't worth it. 

I ran into the garage, not caring about the water dripping onto the floor. I was in the garage pulling my wetsuit on when I heard him barge through the door. 

"Wait Jillian, let me explain. I didn't mean—"

"—you fucking wanker!" I yelled out, pushing my bike towards the door. "I can't believe I let myself think..." I didn't want to finish that sentence. I was out the side door, on my bike and to the street before I heard Kyle yell my name. I didn't turn back. 

The tears started as soon as I was a block away and didn't stop until I was safely inside of my house. Well, they didn't even stop then but I was blubbering as badly. I had been such a stupid girl. I let Maximus into the house and we went straight to my room where I locked the door and closed the blinds to the window. I took off my wetsuit and kicked it into the corner of the room before pulling open my clothes drawer and pulling out a pair of old boxer shorts I had stolen from one of my brother's years ago. They were way too large but that made them comfy. I pulled on an old white tee shirt and climbed onto my bed, grabbing the library book out of my backpack as I did. 

I read for a couple of hours, trying to lose myself into the life of Holly Sikes when I remembered that I needed to call Brooklyn. I went to my desk and fired up my laptop and opened the Skype program. It rang at least a dozen times before a sleepy, bedraggled redhead filled the screen. 

"Jamiee, is that you?" she asked squinting blearily at her screen. 

I sniffled and nodded. 

"Are you crying? What's wrong baby girl?" 

"Everything's a bloody mess here," I said, wiping my eyes with my forearm. 

"What happened? You were so excited to go home." 

"My parents left the day after I got home for some stupid business trip of dad's and then I made complete fool of myself in front of shit-for-brains bloke that lives a few blocks away. So now I'm home alone and miserable." 

Brooklyn's nose wrinkled upwards, "A bloke... was he cute?" 

"Brooke, what's that matter? The git made me feel like an idiot."

"You're right. I'm sorry. I'm just surprised you've been talking to the opposite sex. I was starting to wonder if you were all lesbian." 

"Well maybe I might be after today. Are you going to be my official girlfriend?" 

Brooklyn laughed and even though I didn't want to feel better, the familiar laugh was soothing, "You don't mean that, Jamiee." 

"Yes I do. Let's just make it official and then I can just tell everyone that I'm taken."

"Oh, so you want me to be your girl so you won't have to deal with one boy that made you feel bad?" Brooklyn's brow rose as she spoke and made me wish she was close enough to touch. 

"That would be a perk, but no. I'd want to be with you because I love you." 

Brooklyn's features softened, "I love you too little girl, but we better have this conversation when you're not so down." 

I shrugged but didn't argue. She was right and I knew it. We had talked about this before but we had always decided that it wasn't what we wanted. We both wanted to have sex with a boy to make sure that it wasn't better or that we weren't going to be missing out on something. 

"What did the prat do? I want to know what happened." 

I explained everything that had happened over the last few days up to how I had bolted out of his garage and come crying home. 

Brooklyn's eyes widened in surprise, "Wow Jamiee, you go girl. How old did you say he was?"

"Thirty-one,"

"Well there you go, silly."

"What do you mean?"

"Jamiee, he's almost twice your age. He knows your parents. He knows your brothers. If something bad happened your family would hate this guy forever."

I didn't say anything. I was still stinging and didn't want to feel even a little ounce of sympathy. 

"I can't believe you were naked in front of him and he was able to stop himself." 

I sniffed a couple of times and wiped my eyes again, "I think that's why he stopped. He saw this scrawny little girl and was like, forget it, I want a real woman." 

Brooklyn's jaw clinched and she shot me an angry look, "Now you're being stupid. I don't know why you are so insecure about your body. But it hurts me when you talk about yourself like that because I think you're beautiful and I chose you."

I hadn't ever thought about it like that, and it made me feel even worse, but I wasn't ready to concede just yet, "You didn't choose me, you've been stuck with me as your roommate since we were kids," I said petulantly. 

Brooklyn looked hurt at my comment and I felt immediately worse, "I'm sorry Brooke. I didn't mean it. You're everything to me."

"...I love you, little girl, no matter what. But you can be so naïve sometimes. Don't you see? Kyle isn't just some high school bloke. Kyle's a real man. He's not going to be happy just snogging you and touching your private bits. He's looking for real sex and he knows he shouldn't with someone half his age." 

Deep down I knew Brooke was right, but it didn't make the hurt go away. 

"The fact that he got you naked and almost kept going should tell you that he's into you." 

I sighed and sank back into my chair. I felt defeated and a little tired from all the crying. 

"Is that a hickey on your neck?" I heard Brooke ask. 

That got my attention. I sat up straight and grabbed my neck. I then pushed the button to flip the camera so that I could see myself in the monitor. I craned my neck and saw immediately what Brooke had just seen. 

"Oh my..." I trailed off. 

"Let me see. Turn the camera back."

Reluctantly I hit the button and saw Brooke's eye's squinting into her monitor. 

"That's not a small one, girly-girl. That's a serious hickey. How long were you two snogging?" 

"I don't know, it didn't feel like very long," I said, self-consciously touching my neck with my fingertips. 

"Jamiee, I'm pretty sure this guy likes you. He just doesn't want to hurt you." 

"So what am I supposed to do?" 

"That depends," said Brooklyn. 

"On?" 

"You... what do you want to do?" 

I sat and thought about that for a longtime before answering, "I know what I want. I'm just embarrassed about it."

Brooklyn was about to answer when I saw a light come on over her head and then her mother's voice in the background. Only seconds later I saw her mum in the monitor. 

"Ah Jamiee darlin', how are you dearie?" 

"I'm fine mum," I always called her mum since I saw her more than my own mother sometimes. 

"You look like ya been cryin'. Are ya sure you're alright?" 

I nodded, "Just teenage boy problems," I confessed. 

Brooklyn's mum suddenly smiled and she looked ecstatic about something, "That's actually quite a relief ta know you're interested the boys. I was beginin' ta worry that I was goin' ta' have to plan a weddin for the two of you." 

"Mum!" cried Brooklyn. I covered my eyes in embarrassment, and shook my head. 

"What? Did you two think I di'nt know? Please. I only heard you countless times in here at night." 

"How come you never said anything?" asked Brooklyn. I could tell she was as embarrassed and exasperated as I was about knowing that her mum had heard us having sex in her house. 

"I almost did several times, but yer father tol me to let it go because at least you weren't goin ta get each other preggers. Besides, we were pretty sure you were having sex like rabbits at school. Well, if there is such a thing as gay bunnies." 

I moaned and knocked my forehead against my desk several times. I didn't dare look at the screen but I couldn't stop the laugh that suddenly escaped me. Pretty soon I was laughing uncontrollably and my sides began to hurt.

"I can't believe you knew all this time," I managed to say between laughing fits. "I think this might be the most embarrassing day of my life." 

"Aye, I suppose I shouldn't tell you aboot seein yer bare arses—"

"—Mum! Please!" yelled Brooklyn. 

"Oh awrite, but we love ya dear Jamiee. And there be worse things than havin ya as a daughter." 

I was speechless for a second about that one but eventually found my voice, "thanks mum. I love you, too." 

I watched Brooklyn's mum leave the room and then Brooke's face filled the screen again, "I don't know what to say about what just happened," she said. "Let's talk later, Jamiee. I need to think about this for a while."

I nodded in agreement. I wanted to do curl up in my bed and do the same. 

"But I want you to go talk to your man," said Brooklyn. 

I sputtered but couldn't manage to put together a complete sentence. 

"I'm serious luv. If it's not too late go over there and have a good talk with him. Whatever happens I guarantee you'll feel better. And then we can talk about mum knowing about us." 

"Alright, I'll think about it, but...Brooke...I love you no matter what," and I meant it. 

She smiled and it made my heart warm slightly, "I know. I love you back. Licking your pussy is just an added perk." 

I couldn't help but laugh again as I clicked the button to close Skype. 

This day couldn't possible get any crazier, could it? 

"What should I do, Maximus?" I asked my dog who was curled up comfortably on my bed. He lifted his head and I could tell he was wagging his stubbed off little tail. 

"Yeah, that's what I thought. I better do it before I lose my nerve. Come on boy," I commanded. Maximus jumped off of the bed and onto the floor and followed me into the garage, where I put plenty of food out for him to eat. 

I looked at my Luminox watch, a ridiculously large thing that Brandon had given me a few years ago, and saw that it was only eight o'clock, still time to head over to Kyle's and put things right. 

The sun was setting so people probably wouldn't notice me riding my bike through the streets. I decided just to wear what I had on, so I headed towards Kyle's house, thinking of what I might say or how I might start a conversation. 

I let myself into the garage and put my bike in its usual spot. I walked into the house and called Kyle's name. I heard some noise from upstairs and so I walked to the stairs and met him coming down.

"Jamiee, thank god. I am so sorry about this afternoon," he said and I could tell he meant every word. 

"I don't mind if you call me Jillian," I started in a small voice. "And I'm sorry to. I was being silly and let myself get caught up thinking you really liked me. But I felt bad for just—"

"—don't apologize, little one. Can we sit down and talk? I need to tell you something important to me." 

I nodded and started toward the couch in the family room off of the kitchen. He had called me little one, I thought as I walked to the couch. Normally that would get someone a punch in the gob, but for some reason I liked it when Kyle said those kinds of things to me. 

I sat on the couch adjacent to the one Kyle normally sat on. I wasn't feeling particularly close to him at the moment. He brought a couple of drinks from the refrigerator and took his usual seat. 

"Did I leave those?" he asked when had noticed the red marks on my neck. 

I nodded and blushed like usual. 

"Oh man, where to begin... Jillian, I really do like you. But like I said the other day, I'm nervous as hell that if I have any involvement with you it's just going to end badly."

"I know," I admitted. "I understand that. I really do. Is it about my brothers finding out, or my parents?"

"Partially," Kyle admitted. "But mainly it's about you. I've been trying so hard to be a better man this last year because I was a serious mess in the past. I was addicted to sex and let things—no, that's not right. I pushed things way too far. 

"I want to have a good relationship with someone, but in the past I've always pushed those relationships to be mostly physical." 

"Isn't that part of a relationship?" I asked, confused. 

Kyle nodded, "Yes, of course. But I've learned that those passions have to be restrained in order for there to be love. I mean it might start with lust and be very physical, but the emotional side has to develop, too. If it doesn't it just all falls apart."

"That makes sense," I agreed, "but what do you mean that you pushed things too far?" 

Kyle was quiet for a long moment, "Have you ever heard of vanilla sex or bdsm?"

I shook my head. 

"Vanilla sex is just like it sounds; it's plain Jane regular sex. Missionary position every time and nothing too exciting. How about bdsm, have you heard of that?"

I nodded, "You mean like whips and chains kind of stuff? We're you into that kind of thing?" 

Kyle smiled and gave me a kind-of-sort-of look, "That can be part of it, but there's a lot more to it than that, and yes, I was very much into it." 

"Oh," was all I could think to say. But my mind was whirling a hundred miles an hour. I knew a lot more about bdsm than I was letting on, not that I had any experience with it. But I had read thousands of stories online and fantasized about it several times a day for over a year. 

"You see, you're so innocent and pure that I feel like I'm corrupting you just by talking to you. I can't be responsible for that. I just can't... that's why I backed off at the pool. You are like heroin to me and I want to take you and train your body and mind to my every desire, but I just can't mess with you like that." 

Several minutes passed as we both processed this and I think Kyle thought I was going to leave at any moment, but I was actually just trying to get up my courage to tell him something I had never even told Brooklyn. 

"What if I want you to," I finally said in almost a whisper.

"What?" said Kyle, his head snapping up suddenly. 

"What if I want you to do that to me," I said a little louder, trying to put some speck of confidence in my words. 

Kyle looked at me like I had just grown another head, "you don't know what you're asking for, Jillian." 




My Life Ch. 02



"Can I tell you a secret?" I managed to ask sincerely. 

"Of course,"

I took several deep breaths. This was it. This was the point of no return, "About a year ago I found a website called Literotica."

Kyle nodded, "I've come across it."

"At school most of the good internet sites are blocked, but for some reason I can get that one. And I've read literally thousands of stories from that site," I paused and took another deep breath, "and the ones I look for are the ones about dominate and submissive, control, bondage – you know—that kind of thing," I sped through the last sentence just to get it out and I wasn't sure if he had understood me. He just looked at me for a long time. 

"And do you just read about this stuff?"

I shook my head and forced myself too look at him. He sat back into the couch and I could tell he was deep in thought. 

"Tell me what else you do." 

It took me a minute to find my voice, "I fantasize about being the girl in the story when I, you know, touch myself." 

"Really? I have to admit, I'm more than a little surprised. And is this what you want, or is this just a fantasy, you know, something to think about to get yourself off?"

"It's what I want," I finally managed to say with some level of certainty. "I know I don't know much about it other than what I read. I don't know what it's really like, but I want to find out." 

Kyle looked at me pensively, "And are you hoping that I might show you?" 

I nodded again. 

"You know this puts me at a lot of risk?" 

"Yes, but I would never tell anyone. I swear." 

"And I believe you, but you're asking me to trust you." 

"I guess so... yes." 

"Okay, because I would need you to trust me, too." 

I had read about the importance of trust many times, "I understand."

"Jillian, there has to be absolute trust, but this trust has to be built up slowly. It just doesn't happen overnight." 

I thought about this and tried to really understand what it meant. 

"Are you sure you want to start down this road, Jillian? I speak from personal experience when I say that you will feel the highest highs, but at times you'll feel some pretty low lows, too. Can you handle that?" 

"... I don't know,"

"Good girl, you're being honest with me, but most especially yourself. That's a good start. I knew from the first day I met you that you were a natural submissive. Now look at me in the eye, Jillian."

I looked up and met his gaze. 

"Do you want to try?" 

I nodded, "Yes, absolutely," I responded.

"Alright, the safe word is Panda Bear. Do you know what a safe word is for?" 

I had read about it, "I say it if I want to stop." 

"Yes, but understand that I expect you to use it. I have no desire to break you. I don't want you pushing things too hard just to try to please me. I need to be able to trust that you won't let me push you too hard. Don't get me wrong. You're limits will be pushed, but we'll do it together and at a pace that doesn't get you hurt. Do you understand?" 

"Yes," 

"Then you mean yes Sir." 

My eyes widened as what he said was processed in my head, "Yes Sir." 

"Good girl. Now remove your clothes. You will not wear any clothes in my home unless I instruct you to." 

My breath stopped completely when Kyle said that and the small burning I'd felt in my chest earlier exploded into life. I stood up and, taking in a deep breath, pulled my shirt over my head and dropped it onto the floor. I then pushed the waistband of the boxers past my hips and gravity took care of the rest. I stepped out of them and stood next to Kyle. 

"Good girl. Now come and sit next to me so we can keep talking."

I obediently sat next to Kyle on the couch, feeling wonderfully free and feeling new things I couldn't begin to describe. Kyle put his arm around me and took my nipple between his thumb and forefinger. I felt so small sitting next to him but if felt so right at the same time. 

Kyle squeezed my nipple hard and made me gasp. I flexed my toes upward and held my breath. 

"What's the safe word?"

"Panda Bear," I repeated. 

"Good girl," Kyle released the pressure and returned to caressing my breast. "Now I'm going to intentionally start a little slowly. I don't want to overwhelm you too much. Also, if you have any questions I expect you to ask. Most of the time I will answer, but there may be times I'll hold my answer from you for a time." 

I nodded against his chest, "I understand." 

"You think you do, Jillian. And that's what worries me most. You're still a virgin when it comes to being with a man so to jump right into this world isn't the best idea. We'll start off slowly and I'll do my best to determine how hard to push you." 

"Are you my master now?" I asked timidly. 

"I'll answer that after I ask you a question," Kyle pulled me up onto his lap and made me look directly at him. "Do you want me to take your virginity?" 

It was always hard for me to look directly into Kyle's eyes. It was easier to focus on his nose or his mouth, but now he made me look directly into those deep blue eyes. 

I hadn't ever intended to stay a virgin until I was married. No one did these days, and I couldn't think of a better way to lose mine than to Kyle, and doing it in a way that I had been dreaming about for over a year. 

I nodded my head, completely sure that I wanted this and said, "Yes." 

Kyle smiled, "Then once you have given it to me, I will be your master." 

I knew I was smiling from ear to ear despite being so nervous that my hands were shaking. 

"I'm happy that you're so excited about this, but I have to warn you that this isn't going to be like those stories you read online." 

My face scrunched in confusion, "What do you mean?"

"Jillian, if you've never had sex with a man before, the first time isn't going to be very comfortable, especially with me." 

"Oh, well sure, I've heard that it hurts quite a lot the first time." 

Kyle placed the palm of his hand on my chest and guided me to lay on the arm rest of the couch. He then began to rub his thumb against my pussy, pushing just the tip in between the lips ever so slightly. I knew I was wet down there just from the conversation and the thoughts I was having. 

"Let's see what we're looking at," he said and gently inserted his index finger into my wetness. I felt it pass through the opening and immediately felt the pressure. My hand gripped his upper arm as he continued to push it slowly into me. "Just what I thought, my little girl has a very little pussy." 

I blushed an all new shade of red when he said that but he held me close with the arm around my waist and his finger deep inside of my sex. 

"But your finger is probably bigger than most blokes'... penises." 

Kyle's head snapped back and he laughed heartily, "Maybe, baby girl, but the other parts of me are bigger too, so we're going to have to get you ready. Now, I don't want you calling things penises and vaginas. You will say cock, pussy, tits, cunt, clit, and ass and so on, do you understand?" 

I nodded and asked, "How big are you? Can I see?" 

My comment was met with a smile, "In a moment, but let's finish what we've started."

Kyle guided me back down to lie down on the arm cushion and brought his mouth down on the top of my pussy and slowly teased me with his tongue. I squirmed under his embrace and felt him pull his finger out a couple of inches before pushing it back in again. 

"Hmm," I moaned between gritted teeth. 

He kept up a slow pace for several minutes before he pulled out completely. I started to raise my head to look down when I felt his finger at my entrance again. Only when he began to push in further I realized he had added another finger. I knew my hand was squeezing his arm pretty hard but I couldn't stop. The feeling was more intense than anything I had ever felt. 

"Not bad, Jillian. How are you doing?" 

"Fine," I said between my teeth. 

"This is as far as we'll push it today. You can use your safe word if you need to."

I shook my head and felt his fingers gain further entrance. It hurt now but I wasn't about to use my safe word in the first few minutes of starting. I felt the fingers move out and then back in, going in even further than they were a moment ago. And this became his rhythm, in a little, and then out, and then in a little deeper. It was a burning sensation and I felt a fullness I'd never experienced before, and pretty soon I felt that his fingers were in as far as they were going to go. I felt a euphoric high knowing I had at least passed this first hurdle. 

"Very good, Jillian, now try and relax, and I'll try to help this feel a little better. Now, tell me what I'm doing to you." 

"You're putting your fingers in my pussy," I managed to say a little calmer this time. 

"Almost; I'm fucking your little cunt with my fingers. Now you say it." 

I then felt his fingers begin to go in and out in a faster pace, "You're fucking my little cunt with your fingers." 

The intensity continued to build but at least the burning sensation wasn't getting worse. I then felt his tongue on my clit and an all new feeling shot through my core. I let out a loud moan at this new height and I began to enjoy the moment. I turned my head and could see our reflections in the screen of the large television hanging on the wall and it was so erotic that I felt something like a concussion explode in my hips. My knees came together and my head jerked back. My stomach muscles tensed and I did half a crunch while a wave of the most intense pleasure I had ever felt ran through my body. 

I held that position for what felt like several minutes before it passed and I fell limply onto Kyle's shoulder. 

"I'm impressed, little one; very, very impressive." 

I glowed at the compliment, "I've never felt an orgasm like that," I gasped, still feeling its ripples running through me. 

"And this is only the beginning," Kyle laughed. He removed his fingers and wiped my wetness on my stomach and then put the two fingers in my mouth. I sucked on them wantonly. I knew what my pussy tasted like from so many sessions of snogging Brooklyn after she had made me cum with her tongue. 

"Good girl," said Kyle again, pulling his fingers from my mouth. 

I relaxed, feeling blissfully in a fog when I felt his fingers at my entrance again. I looked up, my eyes widened in surprise. Kyle watched me closely and I knew he was watching to see my reaction. I bit my lower lip between my teeth when I felt his fingers insert themselves again. I bit down on my lip and grabbed hold of Kyle's forearm tightly. 

"It's too much—I'm too sensitive down there now," I complained. 

"Do you want me to stop? We haven't even scratched the surface of what is to come. Are you sure this is what you want?" 

I nodded firmly and pulled on Kyle's arm. I felt his fingers sink in deeply and I sucked in a sharp breath. He pulled his two fingers out until the tip of his thumb touched my swollen clit and then he massaged it between his fingers. The feeling shot an explosion of needles through me and I writhed and tried to kick myself loose. But Kyle's grip was tight and so I just thrashed in his arms helplessly. 

Finally he let my abused clit go and returned to fucking me with his fingers. Occasionally he would stop and try to spread his fingers wider or, using one finger, would pull at the side of my pussy as he worked to stretch me out. This treatment went on for what felt like an hour before he finally removed his fingers and had me clean them off again. 

"Have you ever sucked a cock before?" 

I shook my head and suddenly all the nervous butterflies started moving around in my stomach again. Kyle moved my legs off of his and guided me to kneel at the edge of the sofa between his legs. Using the same fingers that were just in my pussy, he moved them around the inside of my mouth and around my lips. 

"You might be on the smaller side, little girl, but your mouth is unusually large—"

"—Hey!" I protested, "My mouth isn't that big."

Kyle chuckled, "I love your mouth. Your lips are full and perfect. But your mouth is wider than most girls I know, but trust me; I think that's a very good thing," he ran his hands through my hair several times and then rested them at his sides, "I'm not going to give you any instructions right now. I want you to suck my cock until I cum—I'm curious to see how you'll do on your first time." 

With my heart beating hard, I swallowed the lump in my throat and leaned forward onto my knees. He was wearing a pair of loose jogging shorts and it was easy to see the large bulge at one side of his thigh. I had thought that I'd felt it earlier but I wasn't one-hundred-percent sure. I reached up and hooked the waistband with my fingers and pulled down. Kyle lifted himself upwards a few inches so that I could pull the shorts out from under him. 

At first I wasn't sure what I was looking at. It just seemed to be so much larger than any picture that I'd seen or image I'd had stored in my imagination. 

"Oh my god!" I said involuntarily, jerking my body back several inches, "Is this for real?" 

I pulled Kyle's shorts out from under his feet and set them to the side. Then I moved up onto my knees again so that I could take a closer look. It was almost as big as my forearm with a mushroom shaped head and thick veins that ran down its length. 

"This will never fit!" I said, sounding a little dejected. I just couldn't ever imagine something this big ever being able to get inside me. 

"Probably not for a day or two; like I said, we have some work to do to get you ready. Now go on." 

I heard his words but they didn't really process as I reached out and grasped his giant cock in my small hand. It felt hot and rigid in my hand and I felt it twitch when it came in contact with my skin. I closed my fingers around its width and wasn't surprised that I couldn't touch my fingers; it was just too big. But the excitement I felt overrode any doubts and I moved my head up and took the mushroom head into my mouth. 

"No teeth," Kyle admonished. 

I opened my jaws as wide as I could and moved my mouth downward, feeling the head slid into the back of my mouth. I could feel a heavy vain under by stretched bottom lip and I pushed myself down even further. Kyle's cock was almost to my throat and I knew if I went any deeper that I would start to gag, so I backed off tried again. 

I went back and forth a couple of times and then sat back onto my feet. Leaning against his inner thigh I ran my hand up and down his rigid cock, enjoying the feeling as it passed through my palm. I was sure he wanted to cum, and I wanted to get him there, but it was too tempting to enjoy this new experience and I was happy to feel what a man's cock really felt like. I noticed how different pressure and motions caused Kyle to react and I tried to figure out which ones he liked. After several minutes I leaned forward again and licked his cock from the bottom to the top in one smooth motion, keeping my tongue flat and wide as I did so. This elicited a sigh from Kyle and I knew I had done something right. It also set of a feeling of pleasurable satisfaction in my chest that I wasn't expecting. It made me happy and I smiled. 

I repeated tonging his cock several more times and then took him into my mouth again. I tried to take more in this time and managed to succeed only a little when I gaged and had to back off. 

"Someday we'll have you trained up so that you can deep throat my entire cock," Kyle said, rubbing his thumb across my cheek, "but it'll take some practice—it's not easy."

I felt him pull at the back of my head and so I took as much of his cock into my mouth as I could. I could only manage to get half of his cock in my mouth before I began to gag, so I went as far as I could each time and tried to use my hands to make up the difference. It felt awkward and I knew I was fumbling so much that Kyle probably wasn't going to enjoy it much, but I was determined so I kept trying. 

After a while my jaw began to tire and it was hard to keep my mouth open so I tried to suck harder and be more aggressive with my hands. I could feel perspiration starting to build at my temples and I realized I was probably covered in a layer of sweat now. Finally when I didn't think I could keep my mouth open anymore, I felt Kyle control my head more forcefully and he began to move his cock in and out of my mouth with more urgency. I gaged loudly several times before I heard him moan and push in his cock as far as he could. I felt jets of hot liquid hit the back of my throat and I swallowed as fast as I could several times, but it soon became too much and his cum escaped from the corners of my mouth, landing on his thighs and on the couch. 

"Don't swallow anymore. Hold it in your mouth for me," Kyle demanded. 

I sat back on my heels again and held it like he had instructed. It was warm in my mouth. 

"Now this is what separates the girls that were just made for vanilla sex from the women that want to experience everything. I want you to taste it, swirl it around in your mouth. A good little whore enjoys her reward. She wants her masters cum more than anything, and she's at her happiest when her fuck holes are full of his cum." 

I did as I was instructed and closed my mouth to taste the cum. It was stronger than I thought it would be, and it was salty and musky. It wasn't so offensive that I wanted to spit it out, but it wasn't something I would order at a restaurant either, but there was a new feeling about holding it in my mouth; a pleasant feeling. I remembered feeling the cock pulse in my mouth and hearing Kyle's grown. I could feel every little tingle and twitch in my mouth. It made me happy to know I had made Kyle cum, and holding his cum in my mouth was like a trophy. 

"Okay, now swallow and tell me what you thought of the taste," Kyle said. 

I swallowed it in one motion and felt it slide slowly down my throat, "It was different than what I thought... not bad," I said, licking my lips. 

"Good, you're being honest with me. Someday you will love cum more than anything else you could put in your mouth, but it'll take time and practice. I'm pleased you were honest with me." 

I smiled at his praise. It just made me feel so complete to be kneeling in front of him and listening to him, "What's next, sir?" I asked, and I knew I had a wide smile on my face. I couldn't help it, I just felt so happy. I had almost called him master but then I remembered that I hadn't earned that right yet. 

Kyle stood up from the couch and lifted me to my feet, "I'm glad you're still so enthusiastic. I hope you never lose that. Let's go upstairs and take a shower and then we'll see." 

He then picked me up and carried me toward the stairs and then up to the master bedroom. I happily wrapped my arms around his neck and held on while he climbed the stairs. Kyle turned on the shower and once the water was warm we both stepped inside. 

"Are you still doing ok, Jillian?" asked Kyle. He sat on the tile bench that protruded from the wall; making is so I could look down at him again. 

"More than okay, sir, that was brilliant," I said, letting the jets from the showerhead work over my neck and shoulders. 

"Good," he said but then got that pensive look in his eye again. 

Feeling bold I picked up the shampoo bottle, put a dollop in my hand and rubbed it into Kyle's hair. I instantly saw my mistake, however. His hair was thick but short and I had used the same amount of shampoo I would have used in my own hair and it began to drip down around his ears. 

"Ah bullocks," I said under my breath as I tried to wipe away the extra and put it in my own hair. 

Kyle sat still while I rubbed my fingers through over his scalp and thoroughly washed his hair. I reached up on my tiptoes and just able to reach the detachable head of the shower. I lowered it and used the water to rinse his hair and then moved it around so that the jets pulsed across the muscles in his back. 




My Life Ch. 02



"You have that look again, sir," I chanced using his name. 

Kyle smiled wryly, "You pick up on my moods quickly, little one." 

It seemed like every time he called me little one I felt a little microburst of joy, "You're thinking of something but don't want to tell me." 

Kyle shook his head, "Not exactly, but not too far off either," he began, "I'm just thinking of how to proceed so that I don't break you." 

"I'm not made of plastic. I might be smaller than you, but I'm pretty tough." 

Kyle pulled me into an embrace and sat me on his lap. What an incredible feeling it was to be sitting so intimately with him, all of our skin touching where we connected. 

"I know you are, my little surfer girl. But even you can only take so much at once. We need time to build trust and so I can learn how hard I can push you." 

"I know," I said sulkily, "you keep saying that. But I want to know a little about what you're thinking. What do you want, sir?" 

Kyle was silent for a minute before taking my hand and guiding it to hold his cock. I felt the heavy weight in my hand and felt it begin to hard in my palm.

"I want to be able to take you wherever and whenever I choose, and I'll be able to do it in any of your fuck holes. Does it shock you when I call them fuck holes?" 

I nodded and replied, "Yes, a little."

"And how many fuck holes does my little slut have?" 

Normally I would be ready to fight with someone that called me a slut, but I felt a tingling pressure build between my thighs as I heard Kyle say it. I thought for a moment and was about to say two when I remembered reading that a girl has three. 

"Three," I finally responded. 

"Good girl, that's right. My little whore has three fuck holes. I will eventually be able to fuck any or all three of your fuck holes whenever I want. Is this what you wanted to know?" 

"Now I want to know a few things," I looked up, "What we have been talking about is known by a few different names, but most call it the lifestyle. I'm going to call it Taking Control for all intents and purposes. You see, most people like to live the lifestyle or take control on a planned day or on a weekend, perhaps. They are happy to live relatively normal lives and just play around in order to spice things up in their relationship.

"Others, and I include past-self in this, prefer to live that lifestyle, or take that control, all the time. We might take breaks when we need, but we'd rather that it be permanent. You are so new to all of this that I think we need to start out a little at a time. We'll set times when I will be your master and you will be my fucktoy, but then we'll have other times when we're just Kyle and Jillian, alright?"

I thought about what I had just heard and I knew deep down that it was the smarter way to do it. But I couldn't help the way I was feeling.

"I get it," I said halfheartedly, "It's just that I feel like I've found something incredible and new, and I want to play with it. I want to explore it."

"And we will—" Kyle began, but I put my free hand on his chest to interrupt him.

"—the things you say are shocking at first, but it—it fills something inside of me. I'm not sure how to describe it, but I want more—I need more." 

"Jillian, believe me when I say I know what you mean. I felt the same way when I first started, but I need you to trust me. I need to find your hard and soft limits first. Do you know what those are?" 

I had read about that online in a couple of stories and I thought I had an idea, "Is that like what you will and what you won' do?" I asked. 

"That's it in a nutshell, yes. But there's more to it. What do you think of anal sex for example?"

I thought for a moment before answering, "I'll try it, but I'm not sure it looks like a lot of fun." 

"Perfect, you see that's more of a soft limit, or something you're hesitant to do but will try. What about double penetration, something to fill both of these beautiful little fuck holes," he reached down and lightly pinched both my arse and pussy at the same time causing me to jump in surprise. 

"I think I'd try it—eventually," I said. 

"Okay, then that's another soft limit. What about nipple piercings, clit piercings and things like that, would you let me mark you?" 

My head felt light at the thought and I wasn't sure how I felt about that, "I'm not sure—maybe."

"Good, another soft limit. This is what I was thinking about. I need to know your limits." 

I nodded, "I get it now. But what would be a hard limit?" 

Kyle thought for a moment and then asked, "Would you let me loan you out to a friend?"

I felt myself turn embarrassingly red at the thought. He had just hit upon one of my most frequent fantasies, but I was ashamed to come right out and say it. "I'd think about it—I mean maybe."

Kyle's eyes widened, "Really? Well, maybe this will be interesting. I'll file that under soft limit then. How about piss and scat?"

I jerked back against Kyle's arm and looked at him directly, "What do you mean?" 

"Some people play with it, eat it, taste it, share it – that kind of thing. Some girls like to be pissed on." he said calmly. 

"Oh fuck no. That's disgusting! I'll rip your heart out of your chest if you ever piss on me," I said, meaning every single word. 

Kyle laughed heartily and took the showerhead from my hand and ran it over my body, "I wouldn't dream of it, but you see, that's an example of a hard limit. It's something that no matter what I do, you will not let me do it." 

"Then yes, you can mark that one down. That's just nasty. Please don't tell me you've ever messed with that?"

Kyle shrugged, "I once was with a girl that begged me to piss on her. I was curious so I tried it. Don't worry, it's not my thing. Hard limit noted."

"Good," I cringed at the thought despite the warm water. 

Using his left hand, Kyle squeezed my breast, er tit, closest to his chest, "Would you really let me pierce these someday?" 

The thought thrilled me and scared me at the same time, "I like the idea, I'm just scared of how much it'll hurt." 

"Oh little girl, we have so much to talk about. It's going to be hard, but we have to take this one step at a time." 

I grasped his manhood and nodded. I then took the bar of soap from the bench and applied it to Kyle's cock and then to my hands. I reached down with both of my hands and began to rub them up and down its shaft. It began to stiffen and rise and I smiled as I watched it. Kyle took the soap from my hand and ran it over his body and then all over mine until we were both covered with suds. He shifted me over until I straddled his waist as I sat on his lap and I felt his hardened cock against my sex. The pressure felt wonderful and I pushed myself against it trying to feel more. 

Kyle then surprised me and stood up, holding me in his arms so that his cock remained rubbing against my pussy. Keeping me in that position didn't seem to be hard for him at all and I enjoyed the feeling as he rubbed his cock up and down my core, the slippery suds lubricating our bodies and winding me up further and further. 

I wrapped my arms tightly around Kyle's neck and held on. I had never felt anything so incredible in all my life. This was the best moment I had ever had. 

I was almost delirious in my ecstasy, "Put it in my, Kyle. I want you please," I said without really thinking. 

"You're not ready—"

"—I am. Please, this is torcher," I interrupted. I pleaded with him several more times until I felt him lift me up and I felt the tip of his cock at my entrance. This was it. I was finally going to have sex. The thought had barely formed in my mind when I felt Kyle push upwards. 

"Ahh," I cried as I felt his cock trying to gain entrance to my pussy. There was plenty of pressure I knew but I was bearing down and squeezing so hard I wasn't allowing anything to enter. 

"You're going to have to relax, little one." 

I knew it and I tried to calm myself. I let myself relax and suddenly I felt his cock enter and instantly squeezed down again, "I'm sorry, it's too much," I cried as I tried to pull myself up to get his cock out of me.

"That's all right. I didn't expect you to. But this is what I mean, Jillian. You need to trust me, especially when you want more than I'm willing to give. Be patient." 

I held myself tightly around his neck, glad to not have the painful pressure splitting my pussy in half, "Patience isn't something I'm good at." 

Kyle laughed and we sat back down on the tiled bench. He then returned to rubbing his cock between my pussy lips and the nicer sensations quickly returned. With the soap mixing with my own juices I felt incredibly slick down there and the rhythm soon had me building to another climax. 

I didn't mean to, but I dug my fingernails into the back of Kyle's neck as the orgasm hit me. And I felt myself twitching as my hands tried to find purchase on something that would hold me. 

"I've got you," Kyle said, hugging me tightly. And he did. He held me until my orgasm had run its course and then as soon as it was over he began to rock the shaft of his cock against my clit again. 

I gripped him tightly and whimpered as the overload of nerves exploded through my lower body. 

"It's not my fault you came too quickly. Remember, you are my fucktoy and your whole purpose is to serve me. I don't care how many times you cum, well, I will in the future, but right now you can cum when you want. But know that we're not done until I'm done and say so. Do you understand?" Kyle said and quickened his pace. 

I moaned that I did and took several deep breaths as evermore amazing feelings were made known to me. Eventually Kyle shifted and pushed me onto my knees on the floor, grabbed his cock, held the tip to my mouth and began to wank himself. 

"Remember what I said about a man's cum. It's a prize, so that mean's its precious," he explained while he readied himself to cum again, "that also means that a man's cum must end up in one of your three fuck holes, and for now that means your mouth. So open that wide little mouth of yours." 

I did as I was told and opened my mouth as wide as I could and then held that position; after only a few seconds of waiting I felt the first rope of cum land across my nose and then into my mouth. I moved my mouth forward quickly to take in the head of his cock and I felt several more jets erupt into my mouth. Again I swallowed as much as I could but several large loads spilled from my mouth and landed on my tits. 

"Not bad," Kyle finished and sat back down on the bench. "But don't let that get away," he said, pointing to the cum that had gotten away. I swiped it up with my finger and sucked it into my mouth. I swished it around in my mouth, happy that it tasted a little better this time. Somehow knowing what to expect helped. 

"Yes, very good... now let's rinse off and get ready for bed. It's been a draining day." 

"You want me to stay here tonight?" I asked, hopeful that I understood correctly.

Kyle nodded and picked up the showerhead and began to rinse the suds from my shoulders, "Of course. My bed is where my cock hungry whore belongs, although I might find other places for you to sleep occasionally in the future." 

I smiled and leaned forward to kiss him. I stopped myself and wondered if I should be the one to initiate a kiss or if I was breaking a rule I hadn't learned about. 

"I expect you to sleep with me as often as you can. If you need to go home when your parents are there, of course that takes precedence, but if you can get away, if you're free, then I expect you here to be my little bed slave." 

I took the chance and kissed him full on the lips and then said, "Bed slave... I like the sound of that." 

"Well a proper bed slave can get more than just the tip of my cock into her tight little cunt, so I want you to get dried off and hop into bed. I've got more work to do." 

I smiled and did exactly what I was told, spending maybe a few extra minutes to dry my hair. 

Kyle opened a drawer and pulled out a toothbrush still in the box, "You can have the drawers on that side of the sink if you want to put a few things in there." 

I nodded gratefully and brushed my teeth before sprinting happily to the bed and jumping onto the mattress. The sheets were high quality I could tell and the bed felt wonderfully soft. 

Kyle put his shorts back on from earlier and came over to the side of the bed I was laying on. He dropped down to a knee and opened a drawer from under the bed. I looked over to see what was in the drawer but he had it closed by the time I got close. 

"Hands," he simply said. I wasn't sure exactly what he meant so I just held my hands up in the air in front of my face. He quickly grabbed them and bound them together at the wrist with a soft cord. My brow rose in surprise as he pulled my arms over my head and tied the rope securely to a metal rod that ran vertically in his headboard. 

"Don't say it, just nod – remember your safe word?" 

I nodded. My arms were tied at the wrists and stretched out over the top of my head, but Kyle didn't seem done yet. He opened another drawer from his dresser and pulled out a clear plastic... dildo, I could see a dildo in his hand. 

"It's time for my new fucktoy to start to get broken in," he stated as he pushed my knees apart and inserted the tip. 

I tried not to move around but I found myself pushing away with my feet at the pressure began to build. Kyle pulled one foot out and then the other until I was laying spread eagle and then he continued to push. It started to really hurt and I let out a whimper in spite of myself, but just as I did I felt something change. The pressure was still there, I felt my pussy lips still stretched but the pain had lessened a bit. 

Kyle then closed my legs and secured my ankles the same way he had my wrists, and then he again tied the end of the rope to a similar metal bar at the footboard of the bed. Closing my legs caused the pressure in my sex to increase and it was extremely uncomfortable. 

Pulling the blanket from under me, Kyle draped it over my body and then stood to look at his handy work, "Ah, screw it," I heard him mumble. He removed his shorts, turned off the lights and climbed into bed next to me, spooning me against his back and wrapping one arm protectively around me. 

"Sir, I can't sleep like this," I complained. 

"You will eventually, unless you want a bigger plug," he stated. I closed my mouth. I didn't want anything bigger at the moment. The pressure was more than I could take as it was. I heard Kyle's breathe even out and slow down and I knew he had fallen asleep. But my mind was racing and I was nowhere close to falling asleep. What had I gotten myself into?



My Life Ch. 03



(If you've been following my stories in Pt. 1 and 2, then you know I was 18 and having an affair with a married woman, Mrs. W. Bonnie. This is the 3rd installment.)

Mrs. W Shares

For 3 weeks, 3-4 nights a week, Bonnie and I made love. She taught me so many things and allowed me to learn some things through trial and error. 

I learned she was so tight, not only because her husband wasn't very well endowed, but also because she had a tipped pelvic and all of her kids were born caesarian. 

Bonnie helped find things to distract my mind from the head of my dick, sustain an erection longer. She taught me to be patient, explaining how the girls I would be dating would probably be a little scared at first, especially once they say what I had.

She let me play with her body, which helped me recognize levels of excitement from the way her body responded to the different things I tried. And she explained how some of the things she didn't care for would turn other women wild.

At the end of those three weeks Bonnie explained she had to stop because Robbie, her husband, was coming home in 5 days and would be home for a couple of weeks. She was already afraid I had stretched her too much.

Several times during those three weeks Bonnie talked about her friend, Mrs. J. 

Mrs. J was 32. Taller than most of the girls or women of that time, about 5'9" and weighing around 130 lbs, her body was terrifically proportioned; her measurements, I found out later, were 36-25-34. She wore clothes that accentuated her build and left young men with imaginations, like me, walking around with semi-erections. With shoulder length blond hair and blue eyes, she was truly a beautiful woman and a major player in my dreams.

(I want to make myself clear, hear. This was the ‘60's. Most women weren't into working out. Their bodies weren't wire taut. Mrs. J didn't have six-pack abs or 5% body fat. What she had were curves, long legs, beautifully kept hair, makeup applied not caked and a gift at choosing clothes that stimulated the imagination of a young man.)

Mrs. J lived on a country estate 3 miles from our town. Her husband was a senior executive at one of the plants in a town ten miles north of us.

Bonnie told stories of how Mrs. J would wear clothes to show off her breasts and wear short shorts, very tight slacks or short skirts, anything that accentuated her well-toned hips and legs. 

Then Bonnie said Mrs. J liked to dress to turn on high school boys. She was constantly talking about this one or that one she teased, and she often spoke of me. 

When Bonnie started talking about how Mrs. J would find ways to press up against boys by taking their arms and pulling them against her breasts while she talked to them, I remembered she had done that to me on several occasions. I also remembered the difficulty I had in hiding the beginning of an erection long enough to get to my car.

When I told Bonnie about one particular incident she said she remembered it, and also remembered how Mrs. J had come back to the booth bragging about how she had excited me. "She was flushed, T. She was excited, too. She said, "I'll bet he wouldn't be too tired to go to bed with me."

Bonnie said Mrs. J was always complaining how unhappy she was with her sex life. When she was 22 she had married a man 16 years older than her and complained that he worked such long hours and never gave her any time. 

When she wanted sex, she told Bonnie, she always had to be the one who started it. And most of the time he would put her off saying he was too tired. 

According to Bonnie, Mrs. J had said on several occasions how she wished someone would just grab her, throw her down and have his way with her.

I began to think, which is exactly what Bonnie wanted. She was smiling when she said, "If you could get her alone long enough, flirt with her a little, maybe find some way for her to feel or see how big you are, you could have her, T. You could just take her the way she wants to taken." 

I remembered the Band supporters were sponsoring a dance in two weeks to raise money for a trip to a competition and was sure Mrs. J would be one of the chaperones. Bonnie jumped on it.

"Dance with her, T. Slow dance with her! Hold her close. You'll know before the dance is over if you have a chance." 

Bonnie was setting up her best friend. Aren't some women just wicked? 

Three weeks earlier I would never have dared to even dream about trying anything. But these past three weeks with Bonnie had given me a confidence in myself sexually.

For the next two weeks I had a difficult time not thinking about Mrs. J. She was in both my night and daydreams. I had to stay busy, both at school and at work, or my cock would have been hard constantly. The more I thought of her the more I was determined to go for it. 

Each time I saw Bonnie at the diner during that time she would find a moment to say something, like "Make sure you pinch her nipples." Or with a giggle, "Grab her butt while you're dancing with her." Even "Handle her rough, T. That's what she wants."

Bonnie stopped by the station the night before the dance, came behind the counter, dropped to her knees and gave me a wonderful blowjob right there. It was a quiet night, sure, but we were still open, all the lights were on and passersby could see me sitting at the counter. Someone even honked as they passed. 

Did I care? Let's see – I was 18 and my hormones were pumping, I had a mature woman who loved to make love to my cock and was willing to drop to her knees, right there, for my pleasure. Do I let her?!! Hell, yes!!!

Afterward she sat down on the other side and told me how she had seen Donna, Mrs. J, three times during the week.

"I told Donna that you often come down to the diner for a sandwich after you close. I also told her that you and I had talked about her a couple of times and that you think she is really hot! She had to know exactly what you said so I made up some good lies. I told her you had made comments about her butt and breasts, and several about those long legs of hers."

"I told her how, during one of our conversations, I had teased you and asked what you would do with her if you had the chance and that you had smiled and said, "Well, she would remember me, I guarantee that."

Laying her hand on my arm she said, "I couldn't stop myself, T. Yesterday I told her about overhearing my boys talking about how big your cock is. Her mouth dropped open, T. She couldn't stop talking about it. She wanted to know exactly what the boys had said, wanted to know just how big it was. I told her all I know is that the "T" stands for "Trunk", like in an elephants trunk, and not for Tim as we all thought." 

"She kept asking if I thought it was really big or if the boys were exaggerating? I told her I know my boys voices and they were in awe. Brad even said he wished his was half that size!" 

Then she had to know how many girls you had been with or if you were dating anyone steady. She kept going on and on, T."

"I even told her how I wish I hadn't heard my boys talking because ever since I had been having dreams, very hot dreams. I said I was thinking about seducing you myself." Then Bonnie took my face in her hands, gave me a kiss, and added, "Give it to her good, T. She needs it."

Our school had a large cafeteria where our dances were held. I saw Mrs. J as soon as I entered. She was wearing a white blouse and a light blue pleated skirt that ended above the knee about 3 inches. 

Now I happen to love a pleated skirt. On the right woman it can be a thing of magic for me. And Mrs. J was the right kind of woman. 

I love the way the pleated skirt sways when a woman walks. It gets the imagination working, trying to visualize just how good it is underneath. Frankly, though, had she been a student she wouldn't have been allowed to wear one so short in the school back then.

As I got closer I realized the blouse was light enough to see the outline of her bra. 

She was "talking" to a group of my football teammates. She was hanging on to Ted's arm as she talked to him and the rest. What a tease she was! I joined the group and heard her speak of how well we were doing with our football team and how exciting it was for us to have such a long winning streak.

Ted was my best friend in school. We did a lot of things together, hung out during lunchtimes, were co-captains of the football team together. He was president of the school varsity club. I was vice-president. He caught every pitch I'd thrown since Little League. 

But when I joined the group Mrs. J instantly released his arm and moved to mine. By the look on his face I think he was just a little jealous! I didn't mind at all.

As she pulled my arm to her I managed a subtle massage of her breast with my elbow. She just pulled it tighter to her. 

When the band started playing the girl friends started pulling the boys away from the discussion group. I watched Ted's girlfriend, Melody, almost run over to yank him away. I grinned at him.

There was fast dancing music at first. Mrs. J started to pull away saying she needed to patrol the floor. I put my hand over her arm, holding it in place and moved with her saying "I'll just join you, if you don't mind." She gripped me again and said, "I'd like that."

We were walking through the dance floor when the third song began. It was a slow one. Looking into her eyes I asked, "Would you care to dance?" 

"I probably shouldn't but one should be alright", she responded. She seemed a little flushed but in the darkness I wasn't positive.

Now I love to dance. Fast or slow, it doesn't matter. When we started it was obviously her intention not to get to close. There were a couple of inches between us at first. 

I let it go for just a short time and in the middle of a turn managed to pull her up against me. Our entwined hands were against my chest and her head was now on my shoulder. Of course her breasts were fully against me now so I pulled our hands closer in so the back of my fingers would lay against her breast. When contact was made her hand tightened on mine but didn't pull mine away.

Her smell was intoxicating. Her hair was fresh and clean and her perfume was ghostly, if you know what I mean. I mean, most girls put it on so heavy that it will slap you in the face from across the room. You can tell they have been in a room and hour after they have left.

With Mrs. J, Donna, as I was now calling her in my thoughts and dreams, the perfume aroma was there, yes, but as an afterthought. It made you enjoy while wondering where the aroma was coming from, all at the same time. It was shyly refreshing and highly erotic for this young man.

She was close enough now for me to get my leg between hers as we turned and especially when I guided her backwards. That step forward pushed my thigh directly into her crotch. When I worked a turn into that step forward the pressure against her pelvic area was even greater.

The warmth of her body held so closely, her breasts against my chest, the smell of her hair and light perfume, and our pelvic area making intermittent contact had me getting hard in no time. Unfortunately for me I had started with it down my left pant leg. As it grew it was trapped there, creating an uncomfortable situation.

Because it was trapped, however, the bulge it created permitted constant contact with her right leg. Was it my imagination or was she moving closer, pressing herself tighter against it?

It wasn't my imagination. Her left arm encircled my neck instead of her hand just lying on the back of my shoulder. Her hand caressed the nape of my neck. I love it when a woman does that. 

Her breasts, now crushed against me, were rising and falling at a much faster pace and she was making sure her right leg kept almost constant contact with that bulge it was feeling.

I let my right hand drop lower and lower while I steered us toward the darkest corner. Once there I let my hand drop to the top of that wonderful butt, then pulled and held her tight against my cock.

When the music stopped and we parted her eyes immediately dropped to that bulge. The bulge was so obvious, pushing the leg of my white Levi's out at an incredible angle. I did nothing to try and hide it. Her eyes widened and her lips formed but never said the word "OH". 

When she finally pulled herself away she hurried toward the Ladies room. When she got about ten feet away she looked back at me. Well, not at my face. Her head turned and she looked right at my pants leg where my cock was bulging.

When the next slow dance started I watched her out of the corner of my eye as I asked one of the girls from school to dance. She was standing by herself and all through that dance she kept glancing at me.

After a break by the band, then several fast dances, the third slow dance began. I had lost track of her temporarily but an arm entwined in mine and I felt it crushed into a breast. Turning to look, there she was.

"How about another dance, T?" "Certainly," I said and guided her out onto the floor.

No pretenses this time, she molded herself to me instantly. My cock, which had quieted over time, began to grow before we made it to the floor but I managed to direct it upward before being clamped in by her body.

My Arrow shirt was not tucked in and right then I was glad for that decision. As my cock grew it pushed through the waistband of my boxers and the waist of my Levi's. She felt me growing against her and pushed herself even harder against me, if that were possible. 

It would have been funny, I suppose, if I hadn't been so turned on, to feel her try to get more contact with that cock without letting the whole school know what she was doing. She was just short of dry humping me.

I knew the song was approaching the finish so I steered her toward the back corner of the dance floor again, making sure my back was to the other dancers. This time I dropped my hand fully onto that wonderful ass, gripped it firmly and pulled her hard against me. At the same time I separated two fingers of my hand and pinched her right nipple between them.

Her grip on my neck and her grip on my hand both tightened and a low moan emanated from somewhere deep.

When we separated this time her eyes dropped immediately. There was a wet spot on my arrow shirt where my cock had begun leaking. That spot had transferred to her blouse. Both spots were much higher than she was expecting. 

She was touching my right arm with her left hand when she whispered, "My God', and reached out with her right to touch the spot.

I wish you could have seen her face when, in touching that spot, she felt the head of my cock right behind it. 

I pulled my shirt up quickly, pretending to look at the spot, completely exposing the end of my cock to her view. Trapped like it was between my body and my pants, the tip was a couple of inches above my belly button. I think Mrs. J forgot the rest of me was there. She was locked onto my cock.

When I dropped my shirttail back in place her hand started coming forward to pick it up again. I quickly grabbed her wrist to stop her, guided her arm under mine and escorted her back toward the crowd.

As we entered a more lighted area I looked at her again. She was flushed and there was moisture on her forehead. She was breathing rapidly. When one of the other chaperones approached and asked her if she would volunteer to stay for the cleanup, all she could do was nod.

As I extracted my arm from hers, she let go reluctantly. Turning to her I said "I'll give you a hand with the cleanup if you'd like." 

She found her voice enough to breath out "Yes, uh, OK, um yes, great, T. Yes, um, thank you."

Several times during the clean up we found ourselves alone for several seconds. In the empty building you could track the footfalls coming and going easily, so I took advantage of those moments quickly.

She was cleaning a table the first time. I moved quickly behind her, reached around to grip both of her breasts, and, while pinching both her nipples pulled her back into my cock. It nestled nicely between those wonderful ass cheeks like it was made to fit.

Instead of jumping away from me, her hands came up and pressed harder against mine and she thrust that gorgeous ass against my cock. I held her there, pinching those nipples and humping her ass, kissing her neck and ear, then separated quickly when I heard footfalls approaching.

The next time she was moving to get an empty trashcan from the corner and drag it over to where she was working. Moving in I pinned her back against the wall, moved tight against her and crushed our mouths together. Her arms flew around me, her mouth opened immediately, our tongues were lashing at each other's and she was humping wildly against my leg.

Turning slightly I dropped my left hand below the hem of her skirt and slid it up her left thigh, palm up, to grasp her pussy firmly. Her panties were soaking wet, and I felt a wad of something under her panties. Jerking her panties aside, my two middle fingers curled upward and massaged that area Bonnie loved me to touch. Donna let out a loud whining groan and her legs sagged as if she was going to drop to the floor. Again we had to separate quickly.

As I pulled my hand free I grabbed that wad I had felt. It was a wad of rolled up toilet paper, soaked clear through. This woman was ready!!!

One more time we were left alone. This time I merely put my arms around her. I gripped that ass in my hands and pulled her tight to my cock. 

"When you leave, pull your car behind the football grandstand. I'll be waiting," I said. 

When the other students came back we were across the room from each other. I spoke up to say I had to get going, wished everyone a good night, and left. 

Lights off I pulled my car behind the grandstand. Getting out I crawled through a window I left unlocked for the purpose, unlocked the door from the inside, then went out and leaned against my car, waiting.

There was a stand of woods that stretched the length of the grandstand and the only thing visible from where I stood was the entry doors to the school. I saw the other student's leave, then, about 5 minutes later, saw Donna come out, lock the doors and walk to her car. I heard the engine start, saw the lights come on and the car began to move.

I remember praying for it to come in my direction, fearing she would chicken out. 

She turned my way.

When the car stopped beside me I opened the door. The dome lights came on to display a wonderful visage. Through her blouse and bra I could see her nipples standing tall. They were long, like the eraser end of a #2 pencil.

In sitting, her pleated skirt had ridden higher on her thighs; just a couple of inches and her panties would have been in plain sight.

When I extended my hand to help her out of the car, she kept both hands on the steering wheel. "I shouldn't be here. I shouldn't have come. This isn't right." She looked up at me and, in the glare of the interior dome light, seemed like a deer frozen in the headlights.

For a heartbeat I felt disappointed, then remembered Bonnie's words. "Take her, T. Handle her rough. That's what she wants."

Reaching forward and laying my right hand on top of her breast I closed my thumb and forefinger on her left nipple. 

"That's not what this is saying!" and I pinched it hard. With a moan her hands came off the steering wheel and grabbed my arm. She didn't jerk on it, just grabbed.

Leaning over so my lips were a mere inch away from hers, I dropped my left between her legs, slid them up between her open thighs and grasped her mound, again sinking those fingers, panties and all, into her pussy. Man she was soaked. Now one of her hands held my left wrist and the other held my right.

"And it isn't what this is telling me," I whispered as I worked those fingers in and out of her. Her hands gripped my wrists tight, but didn't push me away.




My Life Ch. 03



This is the ongoing story of my life. 

The next day Lynda and I went shopping at the mall together. I dressed in a short skirt and lose blouse wearing nothing underneath, bra or panties. She was in very short shorts which worked up into the crack of her ass and as she walked, they also slid between the slit of her pussy reveling a very prominent cameltoe, she couldn't have revealed any more if she had been totally naked. 

We discussed the party we had been at the night before, she said she thought she had fucked 3... or 4 guys that night, she wasn't sure. (Typical) It took a little while before either of us mentioned our new-found pleasure but Lynda and I had always been open and it was sure to come up. We tried on several different outfits and always shared a dressing room. When she was changing I would watch her and whenever I had the chance to slip my hand along her wet slit I took it, she did the same to me and it wasn't long before we were both dripping wet. It got to where whenever we were changing into something new we would make sure that the other had any possible access, but neither of us would play long enough to make the other cum, the teasing was driving us both to where we were getting a little daring, and we were giggling like a couple of little girls until the sales lady would notice and say something. I am sure they had to know. If they got too nosy we would simply go to another store and the fun would start again. It was like foreplay, the longest and most interrupted foreplay I had ever had and by the third or fourth store there was no going back for either of us. 

My pussy was wet and leaking down my leg and my thighs were slick against each other. She was in no better shape except that because she was wearing panties the wetness remained there, she couldn't have been wetter if she had pissed herself, the cotton of her bikini panties had soaked thru and the whole crotch and front was soaking wet. It was soaking to a point where the wetness was starting to seep thru to her shorts and I could se the discoloration there when she wore them.

The last store we went into, I think it was Macy's, we were both well beyond return. We went to the racks and just grabbed a couple of outfits, it didn't matter what, we just needed to get somewhere alone. We hurried to the dressing rooms, I am sure that if anyone had been watching us they would have wondered what the hurry was but I didn't notice anyone, I just needed... bad. As soon as we entered the dressing room we threw the clothes in the corner and both started to strip. This time there was no stopping, it was almost like we were racing to get naked, and we did, in just a few seconds we were both standing there totally nude, our lips and breasts pressed together, tongues lashing each others and fingers playing with sopping wet cunts. It was almost in an instant, my eyes rolled back as the orgasm washed over me as my knees give out. I sort of remember being lowered to the floor as I came and the next thing I knew I was on my back on that rough carpet with Lynda's mouth pressed into the soft fur between my legs, her tongue probing deep into my sloppy, wet and dripping slash as I continued to cum. I grasped the back of her head and pressed it hard into my cunt, not caring where I was, just enjoying the feel of pleasure washing from the soft flesh between my legs. As my orgasm began to subside I laid back with my head in the corner, the rough commercial carpet making my skin tingle as Lynda removed her mouth from my pussy. I just lay there a moment catching my breath; my eyes closed as I greedily enjoyed the last feelings of a spectacular orgasm.

I felt her move so I opened my eyes and saw Lynda sitting on the edge of the dressing room chair, her legs wide and her fingers working madly in her wet, fur covered gash. Her head back with eyes closed, 2 fingers buried deep inside of herself, a finger from the other hand quickly moving in circles around her hard little clit. I sat up and moved closer my face inches from her rapidly moving fingers, I wanted to suck on that dripping slit, I needed to. I reached out to touch her hand so she would let me eat her pussy but she pushed me away, "wait, I want to do this, I will let you know", she said between gasps of air. I could tell she was about to cum herself. I sat there savoring the fresh aroma of the humid liquid emanating from her wet pink hole. Watching her fingers play between the soft brown down covering her cunt. I noticed her pink nipples standing at attention and I reached up and pinched one of them between my fingers. That was all it took. Lynda started to cum. Her moans becoming more grunts as she fingered her deep cavity, I was afraid that if anyone else was in the other dressing rooms they would have to know what was going on, but I didn't have long to think because just moments after she started to cum, Lynda grabbed me by the back of my head and pressed my face hard to the gaping cavity that she had just pulled her fingers from. "Eat me, oh GOD please eat my cunt" she cried out as my mouth was filled with her full, soft lips and the flood of fluid that gushed from that wonderful slit. She pressed my face to her and I felt wetness dripping slowly down my chin and neck as she grunted out the last throes of her orgasm. I just sat there savoring the warm flavor from her cunt as I felt her begin to relax I was lost in the warm flesh, the warm, moist fragrance .....

Knock, knock, knock, " are you ok in there?" The sales lady had heard us.

"Yes," Lynda said breathlessly, "These pants are just too tight and I was trying to get them on." She could always think quickly.

"It sounded like someone may have been hurt." (She couldn't really think that.)

""No, I am ok, I will be right out." I was not sure if I should be scared shitless or break out laughing, I started to giggle and Lynda simply pressed my face back into her pussy where I started to laugh secreted within the gaping, soft creases of her cunt.

"Ok, but if you need anything let me know." We heard her footsteps as she walked away and we both burst out laughing.

When we left the dressing room I noticed there was a very attractive sales woman just a couple of years older than us kind of just looking busy outside the dressing area. She smiled at us as we passed. "You should be a little quieter in there, you never know who is listening," she said with a gleam.

"Thanks," we both said as we hurried away, but as we left I looked back over my shoulder, saw her smiling as she watched us walk away and I just knew; I would be back here and soon.

When we left there it was early afternoon and we decided to get something at the food court, but first we both needed to pee. I think we both knew this may be the time to discuss last night and our new found perversion but we walked silently to the restroom in out own thoughts. When we got there the place was fairly busy so we had to wait for a few minutes, we both by that time were getting to where we had to pee... BAD. We were crossing our legs and almost having to hold our hands between our legs. A stall opened up and we both ran quickly to it, as soon as we were in there I sat down and let the amber stream flow. The wet, yellow liquid started flowing immediately from my little pee hole which only made matters worse for her and I saw a warm yellow drip leak down her leg and the crotch of her shorts get a little wet. She grabbed her pussy with both hands, "I can't hold it!!" she whispered as we heard my piss splashing in the toilet. I was at eye level with her pussy and reached out and pulled her close, "we can share, come here," I helped her undo her shorts, slid her shorts and panties down her legs and off one foot. While I was doing this, the pressure in my bladder had been somewhat relieved so I was distracted and the pee stopped flowing from me. She straddled me and sat on my lap facing me as I hiked my skirt up and out of the way. Felt her warm thighs settle on my naked lap and as soon as she was down her cunt started to flow. The warm liquid spilled out of her hole, covering my muff with warm, yellow wetness, my thighs had pulled together somewhat when she sat so the fluid was channeled down between my legs and trickled over my cunt, dripping from my puckered anus. That was enough to cause my urine flow to resume and as we sat there pissing together our lips met and we kissed as our bladders emptied together.

Our lips lingered together a few moments after the flow from both of us stopped. Leaning back she looked at me, "that was interesting."

"Yes, a first for me," I whispered, "it felt good to feel that hot liquid running over my cunt while I peed."

"Well that was the first time I have ever sat all the way down to pee anywhere but at my house." I knew this but hadn't thought about it but as it turned out, this wouldn't be the last time this happened.

When we got up I noticed that not all the pee had made it into the toilet, there was a wet line down one of my legs and one of my shoes was wet with a small puddle on the floor, but... oh well.... 

We went out to the food court and while walking I noticed that the paper had not dried my pussy real well so I felt a cool wetness in the hair and between my legs. We got our food and sat down. We talked a little about what had happened and what we had done last night and decided that it was ok and sometime we would have to explore some more. 

As we sat there talking I noticed an older man probably in his late 40s sitting a couple of tables away kind of hiding the fact he was trying to get a look up my skirt. Looking down thru the mesh of the mall table I realized I was just sitting there relaxed with my legs just a little open and my pussy almost exposed. He didn't notice that I had spotted him so I leaned in to tell Lynda and when I did I deliberately let my knees spread a little more, he had to see I had no panties on and he bent down a little to get a better look. I had never flashed my bare pussy to a stranger in public before and had a bit of a rush doing it. Lynda slid her chair over to my side of the table so we could "talk better" and with her sunglasses on she was able to somewhat watch the guy. As I would lean in to say something to her I would just allow my knees to open a little more, exposing my bare cunt and she would tell me what he was doing. It wasn't long before she told me that he had a major hard on. Teasing was fun, I couldn't believe that he didn't notice that I had noticed him. We sat there for the next half hour or so and from time to time we could see the guy reach down and nonchalantly rub his cock thru his pants a little, he never did eat much of his meal. When we were done I started to get up and in doing so spread my knees wide giving him one delightful, last look Delaying for a moment for his pleasure as he looked up and met my eyes, I smiled and blew him a kiss. I stood up, walked over to the trashcan close to him, and as I thru my trash away I dropped some so I would have to bend over to pick it up with my ass in the direction of him. I am sure he couldn't see anything from there but it was close and I saw him lean down to try to get a look. As we walked away I looked back and saw him hurrying to the restroom, I am sure he had fun, I know I did and was again (or still) soaking wet.

Lynda decided to spend the afternoon at my house so we could sit out by the pool and get some sun. She had a pool too but her parents made us wear suits and we both had an all over tan from sunning at my house. We got a couple of sodas, wrapped ourselves in towels, got a joint and went out side. We rubbed sun lotion on each others backs, took a couple of hits, lay on the chaises and I promptly went to sleep. I don't know how long I had been asleep when I heard someone talking and woke up. My brother had come out to join us and had a friend with him. Now my brother has never been shy and this was no exception, he was completely nude sitting on the side of Lynda's chaise with his legs toward me and his large soft cock hanging down between his legs and smoking a joint with her but his friend had his swim trunks on and he was talking. 

I was laying there on my front sunning my back and since I had never seen the guy talking there with Bill, my brother, before I said "hi" and rolled over. I could see the guy didn't know what to think. I noticed that Lynda had at some point sort of pulled the towel up between her legs and covered her pussy but I was there in all my glory with a sweaty, gleaming, wet muff and full pouting vulva. He stopped talking and just stared at soft patch of hair. Bill taped him and offered him the joint, which he took and as he hit it he tried unsuccessfully to take his eyes away from my box. He bent down to hand me the joint and as he did it was clear that he had a hard on, nothing to brag about but I have always liked a nice, average size cock. As I hit the joint I noticed that Lynda had dropped her hand down and started to softly caress Bill's cock. I continued to talk to Bill's friend and he continued to try to not look at my pussy, it was almost funny. I slid over a little patted the side and invited him to sit down, of course as I did this he got a little better look deeper into the crack between my thighs. 

He kind of sat down on the edge making sure to not touch me and took the joint again. He was now facing my face but was having trouble looking at my eyes and not my tits and the bright pink areolas around my nipples. We kept talking, or at least I did and he mumbled something like "uh huh" from time to time never taking his eyes off me. I noticed that Bill's cock was responding to Lynda's stroking and it was starting stiffen. He had a hand where I couldn't see it but I am sure I knew what he was doing with it. 

I didn't know this guy but decided, what the fuck let's see what he can do. So I slid my hand down and wrapped it around his hard shaft thru his trunks. Startled he looked over at Bill who now had a full hard on with Lynda's hand sliding up and down his throbbing pole. I could tell that he wasn't real comfortable with this but I figured I would just see what happened as I continued to caress his firm penis thru his trunks. He was now watching Lynda stroking Bill's cock while I did his. I slid my hand down and up the leg of his trunks and wrapped my hand around the soft flesh of his hard rod. He turned back to me and cautiously reached out and grasped my slippery tit. He defiantly looked uncomfortable but I figured a guy with a hand around his cock would be a given, so I continued to stroke him. We caught motion on the chaise next to us as Bill stood up turned and placed his cock between Lynda's lips. I continued to stroke, "so you want to fuck," I said as we watched her start to suck his larger cock. He looked at me and smiled. 

He leaned down and kissed me his lips soft on mine and slowly worked his way down my body sucking gently on my nipples and down he moved kissing his way down to my now throbbing cunt. He pressed his lips between my legs licking around the edges working slowly toward my slit. He sucked the labia into his mouth and flicked my clit with his tongue, he at least knew how to eat pussy, if he keeps this up I am going to cum fast. He was moving his tongue up and down my wet slash stopping to brush my clit at one end and tickling my asshole with his tongue at the other. I was getting closer to cumming when he stopped and slid back up where he kissed me again, I noticed something a little different in the flavor and smell of my cunt on his lips when I remembered what had happened earlier, it was the taste of Lynda's piss mixed with my juices. He still had his trunks on.

"Stand up and I will take those off," I said. 

He stood and looking over at Lynda sucking Bill's cock I again felt something was wrong. I sat up on the chaise and slid his trunks down his legs, his hard skin rod springing free. I immediately wrapped my lips around his cock and slid it deep into my mouth. (One of the things I like about smaller cocks is you can let your self go while sucking them.) Grasping his balls I gave my self into sucking his hard cock, the salty taste, the warm musky scent which only a damp, sweaty cock has, I grasped his full balls and sucked him deep, in and out, licking around the head and enjoying the feel of a new cock in my mouth.

"Hold it," he said pulling his cock from between my lips. "I can't do this."

"What is the matter?" I said as I continued massaging his warm balls.

" I can't fuck you, I can't fuck his sister with him there. It just seems wrong, too weird for me." He pulled further away and bent over to pull up his trunks.

"It's ok man," Bill said. "She's cool."

"I can't, sorry I would love to fuck you but I just cant here," he said as he walked away. That was the first time I had ever had a guy stop in the middle. 

"Sorry Sis, I didn't really plan this, you can join us." She knew Bill and I had fucked but I had never fucked him in front of Lynda before, in fact Lynda had never fucked my brother before that I knew of. 

"Maybe in a bit, I think I will just watch for now." I laid back and as Lynda started sucking him again my fingers found my own wet slit.

I had never just watched someone fuck, just watched. I have been at parties several times where people were doing almost everything but I was always involved myself. From where I was sitting, I could see my brothers buttocks flex as he fucked Lynda's face. He has a nice ass to match that cock of his and Lynda seemed to be having fun. Lynda could only fit the head of that cock into her mouth so she was stroking the tanned shaft as she sucked. Lynda opened her eyes and met mine and as she sucked my brother's cock she and I just looked at each other. I could tell she was enjoying this and especially the taboo of sucking my brothers cock with me there. 

It wasn't long before I could tell that if she kept it up he was going to cum in her mouth and she knew it too, Lynda had sucked enough cock in her life to know when a guy was getting close. She pulled his cock out and laid back pulling him on top of her. I could see between her legs as she guided his throbbing member into her dark, wet opening. Bill started to fuck sliding his cock in and out of her, her tits bouncing with each thrust. My finger continued working my clit while I watched my brothers ass flex as he slammed his meat in and out of her snatch. Faster, her tits jiggling, her moaning as he pounded into her. Watching was different and I knew I was going to cum soon. Faster he fucked slamming into her, her moans turning into grunts when it seemed to hit us all at once he started the familiar little jerky thrusts that happen when he cums and she got much loader just as it hit me, we were all cumming at once, my brother buried deep into my best friends cunt, my fingers rubbing my clit the explosion was beyond anything and I couldn't keep my eyes open as it washed over me.

It was a few minutes before I was able to open my eyes, I looked over and saw Bill collapsed on Lynda who looked like a woman who had just been well fucked. I just laid there and looked at two of the people I liked best in the world; little did I know that this was a precursor of what was to come. I sat up as Bill pulled his somewhat softer cock from Lynda's pussy and stood up. It was glistening with her pussy juice and his cum so I leaned in and took it between my lips and sucked out the last drops of his cum enjoying the taste of him and her mixed together along the shaft.

Summer was almost one continuous sex romp that year. Lynda and I still got together often and her and Bill started to become an item. I never saw that guy from the pool again. I did meet up with Bobbi, the sales lady, but that is another story. Rick and I never got together again with anyone else but we continued dating and fucking as often as we were able. I attended a couple of parties with my parents and brother but the real party came at the end of the summer right before I left for college. 




My Life Ch. 03



Please tell me what you think! I'm I the only married man that enjoys having his wife in pantyhose? Am I the only man who is lucky to have a wife that enjoys role playing? 

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I love to watch Holly in the morning. Even though we've been together for a few years I still love watching her undress. In the past few years our sex life has really started to heat up. Holly has learned how to relax, dress slutty for me, and incorporate toys with our love making. Is there anything sexier than watching a woman masturbate? 

This past week has flown by rather quickly, but very nicely. Holly has come home every night this week in a great mood, in fact every night she was the initiator of sex. I love it when she's horny. To me, if some guy lights her fire that excites me as long as she comes home for me to put out that fire. Still, watching her with another man has been a great fantasy of mine. The thought that she would take a lover really makes me hard. I just hope that some day I will be lucky to watch her taking it to the limit.

Don't get me wrong, my second biggest fantasy is to watch Holly with another woman.

I'm not sure where my fantasies originated from. The idea of sharing your wife with another man is so taboo. Yet, the thought makes me instantly hard. It's like taking a shot of Viagra. I'm not sure if other men have this fantasy or not; however, I do know that most of my male friends become very jealous if they catch the wife flirting with another man. For me watching her flirt with another man is like foreplay. Granted, we are very careful where we play these little games as my wife wants to keep a squeaky clean image.

One thing that Holly did tell me is how lucky she felt. She told me that I was the only man who she was able to be herself. That she felt free with me and confident in our relationship. She knew that no matter what we would always be together. 

With that said she then told me that even though I wasn't the biggest man she had that she enjoyed our time in bed together, when she told me that I knew that she was ready to explore finding lovers to share out bed. In fact that is when I admitted to her how I wanted to watch her with a hung stud. Needless to say we both enjoyed a lot of orgasms that night.

One fetish that Holly started to explore with me was hosiery. She knew that I loved helping her pick clothes to wear and together we learned how erotic it was to dress me up in pantyhose. The only negative about me wearing sheer non control top pantyhose is that I cum very quickly. Something about the soft material that feels so sexy against my skin. For some strange reason I'm just not able to keep control.

"Oh did I tell you that I have to take a client out to dinner tonight?"

"No, you didn't." I sat back and started to think about this week. Holly came home every day this week in a good mood and we had sex every day this week. "So is this why you've been in a great mood all this week?"

"What is that suppose to mean?"

All I could think about was Holly flirting with some stud. With our past experiences maybe she was opening up for some new experiences! The thought of this man having a thick cock really excited me almost as much as the fantasy of watching her having sex. My cock came to life so I undressed and Joined Holly in the shower.

Holly playfully slapped my cock, "Oh no, keep that thing away from me! I don't have time and I don't want you to cum in me."

I knew the answer but wanted to tell me so I asked, "Why?" I knew that she would feel uncomfortable going to work with my cum dripping out of her pussy at work all day, still I found the idea very kinky. If only she found it as erotic as I did.

"Because I will be uncomfortable all day." Holly reached for body wash and started to lather up my hard cock, "What I will do is this, my perverted husband."

"So tell me about this dinner? Are you having dinner with a guy?"

"Maybe." There was a sparkle in her eye the way that she said it. 

Maybe it was all my kinky talk that has freed her to think freely and be open about other men. Maybe, this was the guy? "Do you find him attractive?"

"Maybe."

Oh I hate it when she does that, doesn't offer me any clues to what she's thinking. What a tease my wife is! On with my twenty questions, "Does he go out of his way to flirt with you?"

Holly smiled, "Maybe."

Her smiled told me that she was interested in him. Wonder if she could invite him over to dinner at our house. This way she would be more comfortable and confident which hopefully turned up the sexuality of the night. "Do you know what you're gonna wear tonight?"

"What were you thinking?" She kissed my cheek, "I'm sure you have some ideas."

"Yeah, that black skirt, white blouse, and black hose. Maybe your new boots?"

"Oh, that sounds naughty," She paused for a moment to think. "Maybe I should wear fishnets."

I reached down to tease her nipples, "That's hot. What if your wearing a jacket maybe you can wear a sheer blouse or camisole?"

"Are you sure you want me alone with him dressed like that?"

"What if we have him over to our house?"

Holly was caught off guard by my comment, "Really you would be comfortable with that?" Holly took a deep breath, "Having him in our house?"

"Sure. What should we make for dinner?"

I smiled, "Oh don't worry about it. I'll take care of everything."

"Perfect, I should be home around six and I'll have him come over at seven."

We said our goodbyes then we both went off to work. All day at the office the only think I could think about was him. Who was 'he'? What was he like? Hell, what was his name? Then I started to think about dinner. What would the perfect dinner be? Common sense prevailed and decided to go with steak, potatoes, and a salad. This would be easy to prepare, cook, and very few dishes to clean. 

The rest of my day was to sum up in one word: pain. The day moved so slow with everyone and everything annoying me. All I wanted was for five o'clock to come so that I could get the food and set up for our date.

Needless by 5:01 pm I was in my car racing to our favorite grocery store. Since I knew exactly what I needed the shopping trip only lasted for seven minutes. Ten minutes later I was home getting ready for our big night. Holly came home about an hour after me. She quickly went to shower and change. She said something about being fresh for dinner.

Thirty minutes Holly came to the kitchen looking sexy as ever. She decided to wear a shorter skirt, white blouse, and fishnets. The only disappointment was that the blouse had a built in bra. I really wanted to see his reaction when her nipples became hard.

We talked a little bit about how our day was. Then Holly started to ask me about what I thought about tonight? She wanted to know how comfortable I was with things. More or less she was trying to get a feel for what I was thinking. Maybe she did find him sexy and wanted to bed him but was worried how I might react? I did my best to reassure any fears that she might have and tell her how excited I was, and looking forward to this sexy night.

Holly told me that she loved me, and then gave me a warm hug with an even hotter kiss. We only separated when the door bell rang.

Holly went to the door to let our guest in. She then played the sexy hostess introducing him to me. We made small talk for a few moments and then I took their drink orders. They both wanted wine.

Well I wanted to play the cool husband not allowing her to notice how excited I was about this change of plans, "So Robert how long have you been with Holly's company?"

"My company has been working with Holly's for six years. However, it's only the past three years that I've been blessed to work with Holly."

"She's one smart woman and if I may say so, very sexy."

"Yes, I would have to agree. Holly is one sexy woman."

I could tell that Holly was enjoying herself. The attention she was receiving from Robert and myself was giving her ego a nice boost.

I excused myself so that I could grill the steaks. What guy wouldn't love a steak dinner? Earlier I had already made the salad and the bake potatoes were cooking in the microwave. What impressed me about Robert is that he also liked his steak bloody.  

The conversation flowed during dinner allowing a comfortable feel for the evening. It was almost like we were high school friends. After dinner we went into the family room. Holly had grabbed a bottle of Port wine and I decanted the wine for them. I'm not a wine drinker. While they started talking, I turned on some soft music. My goal was to get Holly dancing since every time she dances she becomes horny. 

Sure enough when I returned Holly had that look in her eye. I walked over to her and held out my hand for her. We started to dance very close knowing that all the while Robert was watching us. My cock came to life. She pressed herself closer into me leaving no doubt that she was enjoying my erection. Well basically she was enjoying teasing me with part of me thought that by her doing this, feeling my hard on, that she would allow herself to relax since she knew how aroused I was.

Holly snuggled into my arms, in a soft sexy voice, "Are you sure you want this? We can stop now."

"No baby, I'm having fun and want you to enjoy yourself."

"You promise not to get upset?"

"Never because I love you, more importantly I want this too." 

Holly kissed me and then went over to our guest. He quickly stood up and started to dance with my wife. How does one describe your wife dancing with another man? Most men would be racked with jealousy but the only thing I was racked with was an erection. They danced for three songs moving slowly and pressing against each other.

When they broke away from each other I noticed a bulge in Robert's crotch while Holly's nipples were clearly hard. In fact I think Holly was a little flushed with excitement. We all sat down in the family room and the two of them enjoyed a glass of wine. I didn't want to miss a moment therefore I wasn't drinking this night.

Then things started to heat up. Holly was ready for the next step but Robert wasn't making the first move. I could clearly see that both Robert and my wife Holly were very aroused and wanted to do it, but each were not sure about me. How would I react to them turning up the heat? Reaching down I unzipped my pants to pull my very hard cock out. It was strange having both of them watch me but once they noticed my hard cock Robert turned his attention back to my wife.

First he unzipped her skirt, being very careful to help Holly step out of her skirt. Oh, my wife looked so sexy wearing her fishnets with out panties. We both could see her landing strip. Then Robert started to remove her blouse. Basically my wife was basically nude, with another man holding her! I almost shot my load right there watching what they were doing. 

Every now and then Holly would press herself into Robert, I'm sure she wanted to feel that impressive bulge in his pants. While dancing he would reach down to cup his hard cock and since she did that more than a few times she had a great idea about his size. Think that is why she kept on touching him to make sure that he was still hard and as big as she felt. How kinky to watch your wife grab another man's cock and for her to relax enough to allow me to watch her doing that made me feel even more excited.

I could tell that Robert wanted more, and a moment later he sat down pulled Holly down with him. She rested between his legs on her hands and knees. Without thinking or looking she reached up to undo his belt, zipped his pants and pulled them down. Not only his pants but his boxers! 

Even though I was ten feet away, I had a clear view of his hard cock. Holly wasn't one to waste any time. I watched my wife take him; take his thick cock between her lips deep into her mouth. Slowly she worked him deeper, till she had all of him in her mouth. He had to be three inches longer than I am. 

Like a kid in a candy store Holly worked his cock. I could hear her slurping and making all kinds of sexy sounds. Right before my eyes my sexy wife was between another man's legs taking his long thick cock into her mouth. When she pulled up I could see her saliva coating his cock. With her left hand she used her fingers to grip the base of his shaft. 

Now Holly started to mix things up. As her mouth went up his shaft Holly would stroke his cock keeping her index finger and thumb tightly gripped around his thick pole. She's done this with me several times with the result always being the same meaning I reach a powerful orgasm.

How can I put words to the erotic show that my wife had put on? Is there anything better than watching a woman enjoying her sexuality? Watching Holly, well I got the impression that she was enjoying herself and not putting a show on for me.

I've always enjoyed Holly's blow jobs and I'm sure that Robert has too. Holly is a beautiful woman with a great body, which of course Robert was enjoying his view. What more could a guy ask for?

Robert shot his head back which drew my eyes to my wife's mouth. Sure enough she started to slurp really loud as her mouth filled with Roberts cum. Holly took his load like a champ trying not to allow a drop escape from her lips. With each grunt from Robert, I knew another thick stream of his cum was hitting the back of my wife's mouth. 

Then it the first stream or maybe I should have said a glob of cum leaked from her lips down his cock till it rested on his body. Another glob shot out which I think embarrassed Holly. It looked like she tried her best to swallow the remaining cum. After a couple of moments he was finished.

Holly stood up and moved over to the love seat. She sat down with her eyes closed. I'm sure she was thinking about the night and hopefully enjoying the memory. Robert gathered his clothes and started to stand.

Robert stood up and started to walk over towards me, "Jim, thank you for a great night and Holly, you were amazing." 

I shook his hand. How strange in a way, to shake a man's hand that ten minutes ago his cock was deep in my wife's mouth. I could see that his cock still had some cum oozing out and as he walked he left behind a little trail. 

Holly left the room leaving me to assume she went to get a robe. Robert dressed and once Holly came back we said our goodbyes. Then, I escorted Robert to the door.

Holly looked at me almost shaking, "You better take me to bed now and do me before I explode."

"Why did you give him head and not do him?"

She reached out to touch my arm, "Because I wasn't sure if you were ready to watch me yet."

"Oh baby," I took her hand and guided it to my crotch. "If you only knew how much I enjoyed that."

"You're not upset with me?"

"No not at all. Come to bed with me."

Holly kissed me, but more importantly I kissed her back. I didn't think about it but I swear that I could taste him. She didn't brush her teeth but then again I didn't try to stop the kiss either. I had to know and when my fingers found her pussy, well she was more than wet. I think her arousal was running down her thighs. 

That is when I broke our kiss, "Tell me baby, you wanted him to do you right?"

She smiled, "I've never wanted a man to fuck me any more tonight. Baby, I really have to have Robert and soon! Don't be upset but I'm going to do him.

"Oh yeah that would be hot, but I have to be there."

Holly closed her eyes, "I've never been this excited before. Do me now! I need to cum before I explode. Did you see how thick his cock was? Oh, I have to have him baby. I need to feel that things in me. I really wanted him tonight, but I didn't want to hurt your feelings."

"Baby, you can do what ever you want as long as I'm there to watch."

"You really want to watch? That might make me a little uncomfortable but I'll do it for you. I'm just not sure that I could control myself. I've never had a cock that big before."

"I can't wait to watch him doing you," I gave my wife a big hug.

With our house empty, I took my wife to bed. There we made love like teenagers with each of us pleasuring the other. Sure we both knew things had changed and that we incorporated another man into our bedroom fun, but confidently I think we were okay and would be okay. More importantly we had fun and in time we would enjoy another experience together.

Some might not call this love but I think we do. Sure it's not a typical marriage but then again were not your typical couple. I want to explore things and share them with my wife and I know she wants to explore more with Robert. I'm counting down the hours till that happens and hopefully she will be comfortable enough for me to take pictures and film them. Together we will enjoy our new found sexuality and try new things as long as were both comfortable.

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End of chapter 3

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My Life Ch. 03



I was so excited to get a comment back on the last couple of chapters, until I read them. Ouch, that stung a little bit. I'm sorry this story isn't to your liking. But here's the next chapter, as contrived and predictable as it is. 

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It had taken hours to fall asleep last night, but I must have eventually done so because light was now coming in through the window. I went to change positions and was reminded that my hands and feet we're still tied to the ends of Kyle's bed when I felt the pull of the cords around my wrists and ankles. The bindings were tight enough that no matter how hard I pulled there was no escaping them, but they weren't so tight as to cut off circulation either. 

I rolled over to my other side and found the bed empty, Kyle was gone and the room was silent, except for the occasional tick of the ceiling fan. This wasn't good. I needed to use the loo. 

"Kyle?" I yelled out and then listened. I couldn't hear any movement—no voices. Was he even here, did he go to work and just leave me here?" 

I pulled on the rope at my hands and thrashed around on the bed trying to free myself but the attempts were useless. I was stuck. I laid still and stared at the ceiling, thinking about what had happened the day before. I had let myself get so caught up in my emotions that I was had been willing to do almost anything Kyle wanted me to. And now here I was tied like a prisoner to his bed and abandoned. I pulled again at the ropes and bounced up and down on the bed at the waist, trying again to free myself. 

"That looks very sexy you know, you rolling around like that in my bed," sounded Kyle's voice from across the room. 

I craned my neck up the best I could and looked past my feet and found Kyle, sitting in a chair in the corner with a book in his lap. 

"I need to pee," I said in pleading voice. 

I heard Kyle stretch, and the chair squeaked as his large frame pushed against it, "You twist and turn too much in your sleep, pet."

I strained my neck again to look at him, "It's not my fault. It's hard to sleep like this," I said and pulled on the ropes for show. "Pet?" I said, "Is that what I am now is your pet?" 

Kyle stood from his chair and slowly approached, "You're tied up so you can't run away and you're here for my amusement, so yeah, that's exactly what you are." 

My mind shouted at me when I heard him call me his pet, the last thing someone should want to be is someone's personal play thing, but that damn feeling of intense satisfaction came to life inside me, pushing rational thought aside. 

Kyle touched the top of my foot and then ran his fingers up my leg slowly, stopping at my nipple where he rolled it between his fingers and then caressed small circles. 

The attention on my breast was nice, but the need to use the loo was overriding everything else, "Please sir, I really need to pee. I don't want to dirty your bed."

He continued to run his fingers lightly over my body, "I'm sure you do, but I doubt you could with the plug I put in you last night."

I hadn't forgotten about whatever it was that he had pushed into me last night, but at some point I guess I got used to it because now I couldn't feel it unless I moved my legs around and tried to feel it. 

"I'll untie you in a minute, but first I want to talk to you." 

I pressed my knees together out of habit, "Okay," I said, trying to ignore the now incessant urge. 

"Are you still sure about this? When you woke up this morning and realized you were completely helpless, when you had a plug inserted into you little cunt all night and when your more rational side tried to tell you not to, did you still want to continue? Or should I untie you and take you home?"

This wasn't fair to ask me first thing in the morning, I thought to myself, because there was a moment, where if I was completely honest with myself, I wanted to go back home. Sure this had been fun but had I let my stupid fantasies run a little too wild? 

No, I wanted this, and it scared me how badly I wanted it. But how could this possibly work out with Kyle once my parents were home? I had to go back to school in a little less than two months, though, so maybe I could let things play out for a little while and see what happens. What could it hurt to play along and maybe live something that I'd so often dreamed about? I could always just stop and tell Kyle it was over. Why not?

"I don't want to quit," I responded. 

Kyle nodded and began to undo the rope from my feet, "You'll need to pull this plug out when you're sitting over the toilet or you'll piss on the bed. When you're done you will clean it in the sink and then come down stairs for breakfast." 

Once my hands and feet were loose I sat up and let my feel hang from the side of the bed. It felt wonderful to be able to move my arms again. I stood up cautiously and made my way to the loo. The plug felt odd inside of me as I walked but not too uncomfortable. I stepped inside the small toilet room, sat down and reached down to grab the plug. 

I found that there was enough of it sticking out that I could pull it with my fingers, but when I pulled it didn't want to come out. I realized that the end was slightly tapered so that it would stay in place, and if I wanted it out I was going to have to let it stretch me out before it came loose. I put my feet up on top of the toilet lid and opened my knees. Then I took a deep breath and pulled it away from me. I could see the skin stretch and then I watched as my vagina opened up little by little until the plug eventually came out. I began to pee as soon as it did, however and had to sit up quickly so I wouldn't make a mess. What a relief. 

I sat on the toilet and looked at the plug that had just spent the night inside of me. It was short and fat and, like I thought, had tapered ends. But it wasn't very long and wouldn't have broken my hymen—if my hymen was still intact. I'd taken some nasty spill when I was surfing and I'd heard that a girl can actually break her hymen unintentionally from things besides sex. 

Feeling much better I exited the bathroom, cleaned the plug and went into the bedroom. I scanned the floor for a second until I remembered that my bikini was probably out by the pool. And, I wasn't allowed to wear clothes anyways. This was going to be an interesting day. 

I began to feel nervous and embarrassed as I descended the stairs, which was silly since I had just spent all night lying naked next to Kyle. I stepped into the kitchen and smelled bacon and saw French toast cooking in a large pan: Perfect. 

Kyle looked a little more relaxed than he had upstairs, "Have a seat my naked pet," he said casually. 

"Don't tease;" I said embarrassed and hesitantly sat at one of the island's bar stools, "you made up this stupid naked rule." 

I could see Kyle's shoulders bob up and down as he turned his attention back to the stove and laughed, "And I don't regret it for a second. You are amazing to look at." The compliment made me smile but also made a blush spread through my entire body. Kyle turned and stole a glance at me, "Love it when you blush like that." 

Somehow I blushed even more, "Don't you have to go to work?" I said, desperate to change the subject. 

Kyle shook his head as he took a plate from an upper cabinet and place the French toast and bacon on it, "I make my own schedule so I no, not really." 

He put the plate of breakfast food in front of me and I instantly snatched up a piece of the bacon. "Careful, it's hot," he said, and his tone struck me. It wasn't so authoritative like it was last night or even this morning in his room. It was hot and I had to move it around in my mouth to keep it from burning. 

"You don't listen very well sometimes do you?" Kyle said lightheartedly. 

"Are you channeling my mum?" I asked seriously. 

"You need somebody to take care of you, pet." 

I rolled my eyes and picked up another piece of bacon, only this time I blew on it before putting it in my mouth, "You're acting differently," I finally said, my curiosity getting the better of me. 

A thoughtful look crossed Kyle's features, "I'm glad you noticed," he began, "Unless you use your safe word, Jillian, at which point everything stops, I am going to ease you into this. I will determine when to push you, when I want you to do something and even when I want you to be free to do what you want to do. Understand?" 

"I think so." I stole a glance at Kyle between bites. He looked so good leaning against the kitchen counter in nothing but a pair of shorts, eating his own breakfast from a plate he held in his hand. I let myself imagine what he would look like standing there naked. I suddenly had a very strong desire to see his cock again. 

I reached for the syrup but Kyle snatched it out of my grasp before I could get it, "Hey," I cried out. 

Kyle suddenly got a very mischievous look, "Nope, not today; I have something else in mind to flavor your breakfast."

I stopped chewing my bacon as my mind connected the dots on what he was implying—or at least at what I thought he was implying. 

"Come here, pet. And bring your plate with you," he ordered, his voice taking on the firm tone I had heard earlier. My sex flared and my legs felt a little shaky. 

"Kneel onto the floor," he said, point to the spot right in front of him. I did so. "Remember what we talked about last night, about soft and hard limits?" 

I looked up and nodded. I felt so small kneeling on the floor at his feet. 

"It's one thing to talk about it and say yes or no to what you think you would like to do and what you don't want to do. But unless you use your safe word or I already know it's one of you absolute limits I'm going to push you." 

I nodded again but didn't speak. 

"Good... now give me your plate and then you may suck my cock. When you can get me to cum I'm going to pull out and cum on your breakfast. And that's how you are then going to eat it." 

I handed Kyle my plate and then reached for his zipper. I pulled it down, reached inside and pulled his stiffening cock out through the opening. I rose off of my haunches and stroked it several times with my hand, testing its weight in my palm. I caressed the shaft back and forth for several minutes until it had grown hard to the touch, and then I began to lick up one side and down another. When I had finally lubricated his cock enough with my tongue so that my hand would slide easily, I took him in my mouth and once again tried to take him as deeply as my throat would allow. 

I felt Kyle's cock twitch slightly in my mouth and I felt a stab of pride that I was doing it right. I backed off and rolled my tongue around the head and then took him in as deep as I could again. I couple of times I was able to touch the tip of his cock to the back of my throat without gaging but I could only keep it there for a second before I felt the need to push away. I knew there are hundreds of derogatory names for girls that love to suck cock, but I was quickly starting to love performing the act. 

Again Kyle grasped the back of my head and controlled my motion as he moved his cock past my lips and deeper into my mouth. I began to feel several strong twitches as a burst of cum filled my mouth. Kyle pulled out and guided my hand to hold him over my plate. With his hand over mine he had me stroke him back and forth as his big cock shot out one rope of cum after another over my French toast. 

I swallowed the cum that was in my mouth and carefully put Kyle's cock back into his shorts and pulled up the zipper. He handed me my plate and I began to stand to go back to my seat. 

"Uh uh," he stopped me. "Good pets eat on the floor," he said, pointing at the floor at his feet. 

Was he serious, was the only thought that came to mind. I sat there frozen, half crouched and thinking if this was something I really wanted to do. This was just stupid part of my mind yelled at me. What kind of person eats cum covered French toast from the floor?

Kyle suddenly reached down, grabbed me by the waist and gave me a hard swat on my arse with an open hand. I yelped loudly and almost dropped the plate. 

"Don't make me repeat myself, pet. You need to hurry and eat because I have a list of instructions for you today." 

The slap across my arse stung something fierce and without thinking about it I dropped to back to my knees and put the plate on the ground in front of me. I couldn't believe he spanked me, and it had really hurt. It wasn't a playful fake one, but a real all-out slap. This was ridiculous. Why in the hell am I doing this to myself? Why am I feeling so fucking randy all of the sudden, I asked myself as my sex flared again and I felt intense warmth grow between my thighs. 

"No hands, pet," Kyle further instructed. 

I looked closely at the plate. Kyle's cum had almost covered all of it and was soaking into the bread. Still feeling the sting in my arse, I leaned down and used my tongue to get a piece of the toast into my mouth. I took a bite and began to chew, tasting the familiar cum I had tasted last night. Without thinking about it, my hand found its way to my pussy and I began to make the small circular movements over my clit. I couldn't believe how wet I was—I was soaked. What the hell is wrong with me, I wondered over and over as I continued to eat the French toast. 

"Good girl," Kyle said, pronouncing his words slowly and deliberately. "I think I like you on your knees a lot," he said and then paused in thought for a moment, "in fact, I can see a few rules in the future that would require you to be on all fours all the time when you're in the house. What do you think about that?"

I wiped my mouth as clean as I could with my hand and looked up at Kyle, "...I'm not sure?"

Kyle smiled, "There's a lot of fun finding your limits and I'm glad you're open to try things. When we find a hard limit I will respect it and I'll never push you on it." 

"Okay," I responded and then asked, "Can I get up now?" 

Kyle motioned for me to take the seat back at the island and then said, "I do need to run a few errands today. I've got a few ideas for tonight, so you've got some time to yourself. I expect you back here at six O'clock though." 

I stood up and put my plate in the sink and then sat on the bar stool. I felt a little overwhelmed and I had a dozen different emotions waging war inside of me. Time alone would be a good idea to think about things. 

Kyle's expression softened as he moved close and stood next to me, "If you change your mind all you have to do is tell me, or just not come over for that matter. I'll understand. This stuff isn't for everybody and, like I said, you're still extremely young to be doing this. But if you're absolutely certain and want to continue, then just be here at six and be ready to go."

Kyle paused and let me absorb this. 

"If you do come back, I will be your become your master tonight and then there's no turning back." 

This surprised me and it must have shown on my face. 

"You see," Kyle continued, "If you want me to be your master we both make certain commitments: you to serve me an me to take care of you. This isn't a relationship to be taken lightly."

"What do you mean? Are you saying that if I want to start, but then change my mind, you won't let me?" I asked. I felt more than a little nervous at what his answer might be. I really had started this with the idea of just experimenting in mind. But what Kyle was saying now made it sound like it was a lot more serious than I was prepared for. 

"No, if you ever want out I will never stop you, but if you're asking me to become your master I promise that I will always take care of you, cherish you, give you everything I can and push you to your limits. You are a classic submissive, Jillian, and as such, you'll never be completely happy unless you have someone like me to push you. You've only just now had a taste and I can see how it makes you come to life. I can't wait to see who you become once you've made the commitment." 

I looked away from his gaze, "I need to think about this," I admitted. It was so much more than I had ever thought about and I need time to process it. 

"I know. That's why I want you to leave and do just that. If you do decide to come back, however, I would recommend that you spend some time today stretching out that tight little cunt of yours, because I sure as shit will when I fuck you tonight and make you mine." 

I felt a sudden lightheadedness and had to grip the edge of the countertop. I should have felt outrage but instead I felt nothing but lust. I needed to get some distance and I needed to get away so that I could think again because I was having a hard time concentrating on anything but the crass promise Kyle had just made. 

My memory gets a little fuzzy as to what happened over the next few minutes, but the next thing I knew I was at my house putting on my running shoes and getting Maximus' leach from the broom closet. I had decided that a good run was what I needed to clear everything out of my system. I needed to think but my stupid emotions wouldn't let me out a coherent thought together. 

Running has always been my escape from reality. Well, that and books. But running helped me purge all the bad stuff from my body and helped me clear my mind. I usually could make time to run four or five times a week at school and it had become something of a habit. Even though I had been surfing several times and that was pretty good exercise, I was feeling the need to run. 

I first ran to the beach and enjoyed a nice jog along the sand. It took several minutes to get Maximus under control because he was so interested in smelling every little piss left from prior animals, but eventually he got into the routine and stopped trying to pull my arm out of its socket. I lost track of time as I ran and truth be told, I didn't really think a lot about the latest events. It was just good to run. 

Walking into the house an hour-and-a-half later I refilled Maximus' water bowl and downed several large glasses of water, myself. I took my laptop into the bathroom and found a few pictures on bdsm, dominate/submissive and sex slaves. I then read a few of my favorite stories and thought about what I wanted. I stripped off my sweaty cloths and sat on the side of the tub. I still had plenty of time. 

I got the nail clippers from the drawer and pulled the small garbage can under my foot. What did I want to do... where did I want to be when six o'clock arrived. Randy Jamiee knew where she wanted to be, but the more rational Jamiee kept pushing her away and screamed at me to see reason. I finished clipping the toenails on one foot and switched to the other. The motion made me realize that my pussy was a little sore from last night, but the ache I felt triggered something powerful in my mind. 

What I really wanted to do was just mess around for a week—play it safe and just have fun until my parents returned. Then I could go back to normal and move on with my life, having had an amazing sexual experience to tell Brooke about while she was tonguing my pussy. Well okay, that's what the safe Jamiee wanted. But I had had much deeper feelings about what I really wanted and I knew I was just scared to really look at them. I knew there was a part of me that wanted what Kyle was offering—hell, that part of me actually wanted much, much more than what Kyle was offering. 

But those deeply guarded secrets were probably the ones that would lead me to... well I'm not sure actually. Hell... death? Was it the same thing? What would happen? What if I just went with it? Would it destroy my life or would it make it amazing? Would if fill the hole I felt deep down? I put the clippers on the counter and then turned the water on and filled the bathtub. I took my razor and soap and slid into the hot water. My tired legs felt immediately better. 




My Life Ch. 03



I shaved my legs and my armpits and started to do my usual trimming job around my pussy when I paused. I looked between my legs and at the patch of dark pubic hair for a long moment. Feeling impulsive I ran the bar of soap over my girl bits until there were plenty of suds. Then I ran the razor over myself until it was completely smooth. I looked down and inspected my work and smiled. It didn't look to bad, it actually looked sexy, although Brooke might not like it as much; she likes a little hair there to pull on. 

Applying the soap and then the shaving felt good and so I ran my fingers through my pussy several more times. I looked at my finger for a minute and then slipped the tip into my entrance. I moved the finger around gently and then pushed it in a little deeper and was surprised how easily it went in, so I added another finger and tried again. This time I felt some pressure as my pussy opened to let my fingers in, but it wasn't painful. I slid them in and out and almost brought myself to an orgasm but stopped short. I didn't want to end this too quickly. 

I hooked my fingers inside myself and pulled at my entrance, the words, 'you'll want to stretch out that tight little cunt of yours coming to my mind'. But it wasn't quite right so I shifted around in the tub until I had the index finger from each hand hooked onto each side of my pussy. I pulled my fingers to the sides and felt my sex stretch. It didn't really hurt, but then I wasn't really pulling that hard either. 

"Huuhh," I sighed. If I was going to take this seriously I needed to put some effort into it. I pulled again, but this time I pulled hard and immediately felt the difference: This hurt. I held it for as long as I could before I released and laid back into the water to soak. 

I didn't count how many times I tried to stretch myself out, but the water was starting to get cold and my skin was starting to prune, so I got out of the tub and dried myself with a clean towel. Looking in the mirror I inspected my newly shaved lower-lips. It looked better than I thought even though it made me feel like I was twelve-years-old again. I grabbed my robe from the hook on the back of the door and wrapped it around myself. I walked into my room and lay on the bed. I needed to make a decision. Maximus jumped up and snuggled next to me and it was comforting to run my hand over his soft head. 

Who was I going to be in the future was the question. I don't think my parents really care what I do as long as I don't embarrass them or cost them any money. As long as they more-or-less know where I am and I'm not in any legal trouble they could give a shit. I thought about calling Brooke, but it would be wee hours in the morning there and I'd already woken her up once. Plus, this was something I had never talked to her about and it would take hours to get her up to speed—hours I didn't have. No, this was a decision I had to make myself. 

What would be so wrong with experiencing what I wanted deep down? I was still young enough that even if it didn't work out I could probably recover from it, right? And then I'd know. On the other hand, there probably was a reason that normal, well-adjusted girls didn't usually live like nymphomaniacs, or what was it Kyle kept saying, fucktoys. Oh my god, this can't be serious. If my parents or brothers ever did find out, I can't even begin to imagine how bad it would be. 

The walk was the longest of my life but at it seemed to go by in seconds. Before I knew it I was standing inside of Kyle's garage with my hand on the doorknob. Taking a deep breath I opened the door and walked into the kitchen. Kyle was sitting in his usual corner spot on the couch and turned his head to me when he heard me enter. I walked over the coffee table and put the small bag I had brought on the floor. I then removed my shirt, shorts, bra and knickers and knelt down on the carpet. 

"Sir, I've made my decision," I began. He didn't speak so I continued, "I only ask that you look at my future and make sure I will be okay. I want to finish at my school but I don't know how that would all work out if I make this commitment." 

Kyle stood up and towered over me but remained expressionless. He looked down at me for a long time before speaking, "Jillian, if you commit to serve me, I promise you a bright future. You will not be a permanent bed-slave with no future. I will push you to be the best you can be in everything and I will push you to experience things you've never even thought about." 

I smiled and nodded, "Will you be my master then?"

Kyle pulled off his shirt and then his shorts. He stepped close enough to me that his cock was only an inch away from me. It was odd but my mouth started to water just from looking at it. 

"Make me cum and we'll begin."

This was it. There was no turning back now. I used both hands and took hold of his cock. I took him into my mouth until he was at the back of my throat and then I held him there for as long as I could. I gave Kyle every bit of energy I could and sucked his cock the best I knew how. 

"My little cocksucker is getting better," he said as he exploded into my mouth. I swallowed over and over again but a lot still escaped me and landed no my chest. When Kyle was done I scooped the cum off of my breasts and put it in my mouth, remembering that all of his cum was to end up in one of my fuckholes. 

Kyle then picked me up and carried me into the bedroom where he dropped me on the bed, "Are you on birth control, pet?" 

I shook my head, "No, but I can start if you want?" 

"There are a few options. Let's see what works best for you but you'll need to start using something. You'll be having a lot of sex and I want to be able to cum in your cunt when I want to, but don't worry about tonight, I won't let you get pregnant...yet."

My eyes must have popped out of my sockets because Kyle just laughed, "I'm just kidding... kind of," he teased. 

I was about to protest when he brought his mouth down on mine and gave me the most passionate kiss of my life. His mouth worked his way down to my chest and then he slowly made his way further south until his tongue was buried deeply into my slot. This was the right decision I knew instantly. 

"Oh my god," I cried as my legs involuntarily lifted off the bed. Brooke had eaten my pussy countless times and she had mastered exactly how to make me cum. But there was something feral and masculine about Kyle that made the whole experience different. 

"Right there, right there," I growled and held his head tightly to the spot I wanted. "Just another sec—ahh! Yes—yes!" I felt Kyle's fingers pass my entrance and the added pressure pushed me over the edge. All thought fled my mind as I concentrated on my climax. It passed and I left me feeling a little drained but relaxed and I fell into the mattress cushion limp as a rag doll. 

"That was intense," I sighed. 

Kyle stood and looked down at my form. He then laid his hardened member on top of my sex and abdomen. It looked massive and a surge of fear rippled through my chest. "Relax pet," was all he said as he pulled back and placed the head of his cock at my entrance. 

I felt a slight push and then he stopped. Next he too one of my ankles in each hand and held my legs wide apart. I took a deep breath as I felt the pressure increase and the head of his cock slipped past the entrance of my lips. 

"Ow!" I squealed as I felt him pushed himself in further. He stopped and let me breathe and relax again before he pushed in a little more. 

"This next push is going to make you a women and me your master, little one," Kyle said. My jaw was clinched and I knew I needed to relax, but all I could do was nod my head. 

Kyle pushed and I felt something inside of me give. Suddenly Kyle's cock pushed even further into me, "Stop! Please stop," I yelled, "Oh that really hurts. Pull it out, please—please, pull it out." Kyle did and I felt relief and sighed audibly. My whole groin felt like it was on fire, but at least the searing pain had stopped: But only for a moment.

I felt the head at my entrance once again and Kyle quickly pushed himself in to his deepest point. I set my jaw and concentrated on not crying, and Kyle pulled out slightly. This became the routine as he worked his way deeper into me: push in until I cried out, pause for a minute and help me relax and the push a little more. I looked down to see if he was in all the way yet and almost cried with disappointment when I saw that he was only in a few inches. This wasn't going to work. 

I was growing frustrated when I felt suddenly empty. Kyle had pulled out almost all the way and then pushed in again. The motion made me gasp and I felt that another inch of his cock had buried itself into me. I didn't know how long Kyle's cock was but it had to be at least nine inches because I could wrap both hand around it, one stacked over the other. 

I felt a hard push and I almost flew off of the bed it hurt so badly, "Wait!" I cried and reflexively tried to push him away with my feet. But he held my legs tightly and waited until I had calmed again. He pulled out again slowly, paused and pushed in again. And over and over this went as he gained depth little by little. I was soaked with sweat and feeling so exhausted that my arms felt like led weights. I stole a glance at the clock and saw that almost an hour had passed since we had started. 

"Oh you are so tight, girl. I've never felt someone as tight as you are," Kyle half laughed. 

"I'm sorry," I panted, "I'm trying," I almost cried. 

"You're doing just fine... you're no longer a virgin, Jillian Aimee."

I laughed once and looked down toward Kyle, happy to see that he was sweating a little, too, "Are you my master now." 

Kyle answered by pushing himself further than ever into me and replying, "Yes, you now belong to me." 

I nodded my head and a few tears escaped my eyes. I wish I could say they were from happiness but the pain was intense. I had heard from so many girls that it got better after he had pushed himself in and out a few times, but I still only felt stretching and pain. 

I felt Kyle pull all the way out and then I felt Kyle's hands on my hips, "On your knees, pet." 

I was happy to feel the relief so I moved onto my knees slowly. Kyle pushed my head gently until my upper body rested on the bed and my arse was sticking into the air. Soon his cock was at my entrance and pushing its way inside. The angle felt different and a pressure I had never felt before pushed against my clit. I couldn't help but let out a guttural groan. 

"Oh, I found my girl's sweat spot," Kyle said behind me and I felt him apply more downward pressure as he entered. I still felt the intense pain but there was a flicker of pleasure that burned faintly with it. 

I gripped the sheet tightly in my fists and must have unconsciously inched my way forward because the next thing I knew, Kyle had wrapped his hand through my hair and pulled me back towards him. More cock pushed into my cunt and another cry escaped me, "Just hurry and cum, it hurts," I whined. 

My resolve was starting to slip and I was nearly ready to change my mind and scream the safe word when Kyle spoke, "You're doing fine, Jillian. I won't try to go any deeper this time. Now I'm going to slowly fuck you until your cunt gets used to its new size."

Maybe I would survive if he wasn't going any deeper. I already felt like I was being split in two and couldn't imagine taking anymore. I felt him withdraw and push back in and, like he promised, he started slowly. I felt my hair pulled back each time he reentered and I felt full and stretched. He would pull back and I could take a quick breath and feel a second of relief. But the moment that the pain subsided even a little, Kyle would increase his pace and it made my pussy feel on fire. 

I began to make a moan-slash-cry sound each time Kyle thrust in and his pace continued to quicken until my cries became almost constant. I felt a stab of pain deep inside of me a couple of times that made me almost scream and try to push away, but Kyle held me fast and fucked me even harder. My body began to feel almost numb and my mind felt clouded and hazy. It was hard to think. It felt like I was standing on the edge of an abyss and that I needed to step into it and fall into nothingness. 

I couldn't tell how much time had passed and I truly felt like I had entered another state of mind, like a place where thoughts and consequences didn't matter. It was peaceful. 

But then I was pulled out of that peaceful place by Kyle's voice, "...up, Jillian. Open your mouth,"

I opened my mouth without thinking and suddenly realized I was facing Kyle and his cock was being pushed into my mouth. I had kind of blanked out there for a minute I guess, because Kyle wasn't fucking my cunt anymore. He was thrusting his member deep into my mouth and now shooting his load. I shook myself alert and sucked and swallowed quickly and managed to keep it all in my mouth this time. The cum slowed but I kept Kyle's cock in my mouth and felt it pulse every few seconds. It was over I realized. I had had sex with my first guy. The feeling thrilled me and I felt a smile pull at my mouth. 

Kyle finally pulled his cock from my mouth and I lay on the bed and rested, "I can't wait to cum in your tight little cunt," he said and lay on the bed next to me. 

I turned my head and could see Kyle's giant cock hanging loosely in front of me, "How much did you get inside of me?" I asked as I reached out and ran my fingers along its veiny surface. 

"All but about two-inches," he said, breathing deeply and looking like he was calming down after running a hard race. "I tried to get a little more but I think I hit your cervix."

"Is that what that was?" I asked, his cock stirring slightly. 

"We'll have to try different angles to miss it, but I'm sure I'll eventually get it all into you. Maybe even before the end of the day." 

"We're going to do that again?" I know I didn't sound as enthusiastic as I had earlier. 

"You bet your tight ass we are," Kyle laughed, "As soon as you have my cock ready to go again." 

I was tempted to let his cock go and shrink away, but I knew that wasn't what he wanted. It wouldn't be what my master wanted, I corrected myself, trying out the new word in my head. The word sounded so different and, if I was honest with myself, I know I really wasn't taking this as seriously as Kyle was. This was just a game to play for a few weeks or maybe until I went back to school at the longest. I would gain some good experience with sex and then be ready to have good time when I went back to England in the fall. This was just for play, wasn't it?

Kyle looked down at me and I noticed a change in his features, "How was it for you, Jillian. I want you to be honest with me and tell me." 

"...It hurt a lot," I said softly, "It wasn't like what you read about or see online," I further admitted. 

Kyle reached down and caressed my shoulder and the touch felt comforting. I think he sensed this because he pulled me close into his side and held me. It felt lovely. I rested my head on his stomach, looking directly at his cock where I continued to touch and stroke it without really thinking about it. I liked the smooth texture and how the skin was taunt yet soft. 

"I know, and you're right. The first time usually is painful for the girl. I'm sorry about that and I wish I could say it'll be instantly better, but it won't. In fact, you're going to be very sore for the next couple of days, but once you get over that soreness I promise that you'll be enjoying sex a lot more." 

I thought about that for a minute. I could endure for a few days, couldn't I? If I did, then I wouldn't have to be worried about it hurting the next time I had sex. And plus, I would still have most of the summer holiday left and could be enjoying sex a lot until I had to leave for school. I just had to get through a few days. I nodded against his stomach and his cock began to swell as I did. I watched as it grew larger and the tip inched its way to my face. Without being prompted I opened my mouth and took the head of his cock in. There was something about this act that made me feel incredibly randy and I knew my own pussy was preparing to be ravaged again. 

I sucked on the head of his cock and stroked his shaft for at least fifteen minutes. I could do this forever, I thought to myself. But my new master had other ideas. He pulled him into the center of the bed, put himself between my legs and guided the tip of his cock into my abused pussy again. Kyle was kneeling upright and looking down at me and I noticed that he had something in his hand. It looked to be a tube of something and I watched as he popped the cap off of it. 

"This is just to help make things easier," he said, and then he squeezed its contents into his palm and then applied it to his cock. When he was done he dropped the small tube on the bed and slid his cock into me again. Only this time he went in much easier and all the way up to where I could only see a couple of inches of his cock that were outside of my pussy. 

He fucked me slowly for several minutes until I cried out when he hit my cervix again. Then he stopped, pulled a pillow from the headboard of the bed, pulled my hips up and pushed it under me. I felt slightly odd with my slit raised up in the air, but the changed position actually made a lot of difference. I felt the burning still and I felt overly stuffed, but it was almost bearable. 

Kyle then leaned down over me, holding himself up on his elbows. I wrapped my hands around his back and held myself close as he increased his tempo. I felt his chin touch the top of my head and he slid his arms underneath me. I knew this was what people called the typical missionary position, or what Kyle called vanilla sex, but I had to admit that I really liked it. I felt protected and close to him. 

I was just starting to feel good when Kyle positioned his elbows over my shoulders, trapping my head between his forearms and my body in a vice-like grip. I felt him shift his hips to a different angle and then pushed in to his farthest point yet. I reacted instantly and dug my fingers into his back. He hissed and pushed himself forward to get away from my claws, which thrust the rest of his cock into my sore pussy. We both cried out as his cock seated itself in my opening and my fingers dug savagely into his back. 

Kyle wrapped me into a tight hug and held me, "Okay, Jillian. That wasn't expected but I'm all the way in. Can you take your fingernails out of my back?" 

To be honest I hardly remember scratching him, but suddenly I realized just how deeply my fingers were imbedded into his skin. Sorry," I quickly muttered and flattened my hands. 

Kyle withdrew slowly and I blew out a breath I didn't know I was holding. He almost pulled out completely and then slowly pushed all of the way back in. 

"Oh my god!" I exclaimed as he began to really fuck me. This was nothing like what I thought sex would be. It hurt. It felt brilliant. It made me lose all sense of reality. I heard myself become more vocal as Kyle continued and I held onto him like my life depended on it as I felt myself slipping into the hazy abyss again. 

Would it be so wrong, I wondered, to embrace those desires that I kept buried down deep. Kyle's words about sex being like a drug came to mind. This was the most mind-blowing experience I'd ever had, but would it not be enough in a week or a month? Would I have to, like Kyle said, do more and more extreme things to feel that same high? Because as I felt Kyle pound his cock into me over and over I knew that exactly what I was feeling: high. 

Both our bodies were slicked with sweat and my feet were starting to cramp from me straining my toes so hard when Kyle finally pulled out, crawled over my chest and began to cum on my face. I opened my mouth to try to take him in but several heavy jets of cum caught me in the forehead, hair and across my cheek before I could get my lips secured over the tip. 




My Life Ch. 03



I felt cum dripping down my face as Kyle again filled my mouth with his seed, and I drank him in greedily. After I wiped off my face the best I could and pushed that too into my mouth. I think I was beginning to get a taste for cum. 

"That was much better," Kyle said as he lay on the bed next to me. 

I resumed my position with my head on his stomach and ran my finger through a pool of cum that had fallen from his cock and collected on his skin. "It wasn't as bad," I agreed. I cupped my hand over my vagina protectively. It still felt like it was on fire and I didn't want even the air to touch it right now. 

"...Master?" 

"Hmm?" Kyle grunted half asleep. 

"What will we do when my parents get home?"

I thought he had fallen asleep when almost a minute of silence passed between us, but finally he simply said, "One step at a time, little one. And that's for me to worry about. You will just do as you're told."

I wanted to know more but didn't press the issue, "Yes Master," I simply replied. 

We had sex two more times in the bed that night and once more in the shower, although I know Kyle didn't finish after the last one. I had been so exhausted that I could hardly stand, so he helped me rinse off and had put me to bed. 

I vaguely remember Kyle giving me something that he said would help with the pain, and it must have worked because I slept like the dead. When I did finally wake up it took me a minute to remember where I was, but it all came flooding back to me when I saw my new Master sleeping on the far side of the bed. 

Master... I said the word over and over to myself. He really could be my Master if I wanted it. I had no doubt that Kyle meant what he said yesterday. The questionable one was me. Was I just playing games here, or did I want to take this seriously. Kyle would probably be a good Master. I was sure he would push my limits and give me everything he said. He wasn't extremely rich and going to provide a life of luxury, but that wasn't what I was looking for either. My doubt came from this feeling like a permanent thing, like a marriage. And I still had a year of high school to finish and then the university. And how would Brooklyn react when she found out, because she would eventually find out. Would she be hurt, would she hate me?" 

I felt bombarded by questions when I hear Kyle's voice, "You look very thoughtful over there," he said. 

I was sitting up against the pillow with the sheet pulled over my breasts. I turned to look at him and even that simple motion reminded me just how sore my pussy was. 

"Just trying to take in everything that's happened, Master," I said. 

"And?" 

"I don't think it's all sunk in yet."

"Come here, girl," Kyle pulled me close to him and wrapped me in his arms. 

I could get used to this I thought. It was brilliant to have someone that made you feel so secure: so wanted. 

"I know you have a thousand questions, and I intend to answer what I can. But you need to trust me as we move forward. I'm going to push you to study so your mind is sharp. I'm going to push you to work out six days a week so that your body is healthy and I'm going to show you a sexual world few people ever even glimpse. What you have to learn to do is trust me."

"I do trust you," I said quickly. 

Kyle shook his head, "Not completely you don't, not yet anyway. That takes time. And I know you're still sorting all this out. I know you still have doubts about how this will work out or even if it will work out. Am I right?" 

I couldn't make eye contact with him so I just leaned my head into his chest, "Yes," was all I said. 

"And that's okay. It's healthy. But you've made a commitment and I expect you to follow through, pet." 

"I will," I said with confidence, thinking that I might have to commit to this for at least the summer and not just until my parents got back. I wanted to experience what he was talking about, but this couldn't work out well if I tried to keep something going after I went to school. 

"Good girl, now suck my cock while I give you your instructions today." 

I felt my body sit up before my brain even registered what I was doing. That was weird. I got into a comfortable position, pushed the sheet aside and looked at Kyle's cock. Even completely soft it was still intimidatingly large. I really can't believe he got that whole thing inside of me. I laid my head on his thigh and began to rub my fingers down its length. I felt Kyle reach down and pull his fingers through my hair as I put the head of his cock into my mouth again. I was quickly losing count of how many blow jobs I had given in just one day, but by the end of the summer I was sure to be a professional at this pace. 

"Hmmm, very nice, pet," he said when I started to take him in more deeply, "When were done here I have a couple of phone calls to for work and then I'll make breakfast. That should take about an hour, so meanwhile, I want you to do the first P-96 video - there's a set of workout videos on the shelf by the TV - you'll see it when you get there. But I want you to do one-a-day until I have to send you back to school."

Kyle paused and I nodded my head, his cock entrenched deeply into my mouth. 

"Then you will shower and get ready for the day. I have to run by a couple of properties today so I'll be gone until about five o'clock. I want you home at six again like yesterday..."

I had gotten to my knees and taken Kyle in as deeply as I could. I let my hand lightly feel his balls and he must have liked it because he sighed and stopped talking. 

"...and make sure you spend time doing any studying if your teachers gave you any assignments, or if they didn't, I want you reading something for a while today. I want my little cocktoy to be wicked smart." 

I felt Kyle's testicles jerk only a second before I felt his hot load hit the back of my throat. I wrapped my lips tightly around his shaft and swallowed several times before the flow lessened, and then I held him again in my mouth until I was sure that he was finished. Wow that was becoming one of my favorite things to do. I couldn't believe how much pleasure it gave me to suck a man's cock. 

This was going to be an interesting summer.



My Life Ch. 04



(At the time of these stories, I had just turned 18 yrs old, stood 6 ft, 2 in tall, weighed 195 lbs with a 29-inch waist. My stomach was flat and hard, my chest chiseled and neck thick with muscle. My legs were sculpted steel pillars. I have blue eyes and, at that time, fairly short brown hair.  

I worked at a 3-bay garage/filling station/grocery store in a small town of 250 people, and had advanced from a mechanics helper to assistant mechanic, and, at the age of 17 been promoted to Full Mechanic. I made good money, and kids from three counties brought their cars for me to make run better or faster.

Despite my physical appearance, I was a socially shy person. I could be embarrassed easily. Having worked at the garage since I was 13, I found it easier to deal with adults one on one than kids my own age. 

I dated, yes, but never went steady with any girl. I had managed to feel breasts and butts through clothing, but never bare skin. The one time a girl had asked to see my cock was followed quickly by a demand to take her home, adding to my shyness and frustration. 

My cock is big. In full arousal it stands over 10 inches long with a circumference over 7 inches. 

My name is Tim. When I was small my Dad shortened it to just T, for Tim. My freshman year in high school the kids on the football team said it stood for something else – T for Trunk.

This is my fourth story of the series. If you haven't read the first three, scroll down to the bottom, click on my pen name and start from the beginning. You won't be sorry.)

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So, there I was, driving by the lake, heading for Mr. and Mrs. J's lakeside cottage. Mrs. J should already be there, waiting for me. 

As I turned the last corner I remembered which street this was. Coming up on the left was my grandparents' summer cottage. Not being in season, I knew they wouldn't be there. 

I glanced toward the house as I passed and there was Aunt Marion, my mother's youngest sister, and her new husband of 2 months, Jerry, raking up the last of the fall leaves from the yard. I had forgotten my grandparents had let them use the cottage until they were better established and could find a place of their own.

They both looked up from their task to see who was passing and, recognizing me, waived cheerfully. I waved back and honked lightly but did not stop. "That's not going to sit well," I remember thinking. 

My grandmother had Aunt Marion late in life. Only six years older than me, I was her favorite nephew. She used to tease me about helping my mom change my diaper when I was a baby. As a matter of fact she was always teasing me about something. She enjoyed making me blush. Until that summer, that is. 

During the summer I used to run over to the beach in the morning. Along with several of my friends, of both sexes, we'd talk and swim and catch the rays. 

Of course I enjoyed ogling the girls in there skimpy bathing suits, too. 

In August Aunt Marion started showing up. She wanted to deepen her tan before her wedding in September. Because she didn't know anyone, she threw her blanket open next to mine. 

Aunt Marion was tiny. My mother stood 5'5", but Aunt Marion barely made 5'. She was skinny, maybe 90 lbs soaking wet. My way of getting back at her teasing was to tell her she could be mistaken for a boy if it wasn't for those two little bumps on her chest and the long hair that hung to her ass. She got so ticked off when I said it, so I used it sparingly.

The truth is you couldn't mistake her for a boy. She was tiny, yes, but all the curves were in the right place. She really did have breasts. Small, yes, but on her they fit just right. Her legs were toned and shapely, and her butt, though tiny, was beautifully curved and proportioned for her frame.

Her face was slender, like the rest of her. High cheekbones, a dainty little nose, full lips, almost perfect teeth except the front right turned out just a little to slightly overlap the left. Her eyes were big and brown. No, you really couldn't mistake her for a boy.

A graduate of a local teaching college, she had been teaching 2nd grade in our district for a couple of years. My grandparents wouldn't let her live in a dorm while she was attending college, so she had lived with us, sharing a room with my older sister, Beth. 

One of the most embarrassing moments caused by my Aunt had been on the morning of my 15th birthday. 

I was shy and Aunt Marion continually did things that embarrassed me. She'd kid me about being her little man, then pretend she was going to throw her arms around me and kiss me. I'd fight her off, push her away, and turn beet red in the process. Looking back I can smile about it. Right then, though, I'd turn about every shade of red you could think of.

My brother had graduated the year before, and then enlisted in Navy, so I finally had a room to myself. 

It was early Saturday morning and I had just awakened with my usual morning hard on, needing to go to the bathroom yet knowing it would be impossible in my present condition. 

I was stretching, arms extended over my head and legs stretched out as far as they could go. My body was still covered by a sheet and light blanket. 

Suddenly my door opened and Aunt Marion, then 21, flew into the room, jumped astraddle me, gripped my biceps in an attempt to keep them pinned beside my head, and, laughing, giggling and squealing, began covering my face in kisses while wishing me a happy birthday.

When I arched my hips violently in an attempt to throw her off, my piss-hard cock slammed against her vagina. In less than half a second she went from laughing, giggling and teasing to dead silence. I was furious, but she had stopped, so I waited. 

My thrust had pushed her up. She didn't come back down when I lowered my hips. She was holding herself above me. Looking back now, I know it was in disbelief as she slowly lowered and made full, solid contact again. 

I guess it finally burned through her brain that what she had felt was real. She gave a squeal, leaped off me and ran from the room. 

I can't tell you how embarrassed I was. Again my cock had made a girl run from me. Throughout that day I couldn't look her in the face. I can remember, now, how she had tried to shrug it off and get me to loosen up. Over time I finally did, but not that day.

Getting back to the beach, I remember it was one of those hot dog-days of August. All the others had left or gone into the water. Almost time to take a quick shower and go to work, I asked Aunt Marion if she wanted anything from the concession stand before I left. She wondered if they would sell ice water. I assured her I could get her anything.

I was at the concession stand, about 30 ft from her blanket, when I heard her voice screaming to be left alone. When I turned, I saw two guys I recognized, both seniors from our rival school district to the south. One was holding her arms from behind while the other was flipping her little breast with his fingers.

They were standing at an angle from my approach, so neither of them saw me coming. But Aunt Marion was looking for me. I guess it was the look on my face because all the sudden she froze, eyes widened, and she quit screaming.

I said I was shy. That pertained mostly to girls. When it came to situations like this, I wasn't shy at all. I'd been in a few of fights. None, however, when I was truly enraged, as I was right then.

I remember what I did like it was slow motion. I dropped them both like bad habits. They never laid a hand on me. My Aunt told me later I was ruthless. She said she was frightened and proud of me at the same time. I made sure she was all right, escorted her to her car, then went back and, as the saying goes, read to them from the bible, chapter and verse. They left with a complete understanding that I had better not see either of them around again, and what would happen if I did. 

From that day I was her hero. Though she still liked to tease from time to time, it was lighter, more playful and considerate. 

So driving by now without stopping was not going to sit well. I knew I was going to hear about it, but I'd worry about that later. The cottage I was looking for was around the next curve. And that's where my mind was.

I was picturing in my mind how Donna would greet me after what we'd done Saturday night. I imagined the door being opened and her standing there in something filmy, sexy, provocative. Or maybe a note saying "Come In, I'm Waiting", then I'd find her already in bed, naked, hot, exciting.

What I got was something completely different. And, for a little while, it left this 18 year old puzzled.

It was the 2nd week of December. It was cold but not frigid. Maybe low 30's. Skies were mostly blue with just puffs of clouds here and there.

I pulled into the drive. Donna had said "lakeside cottage". It was almost as big as my parents' old 5-bedroom house! As I pulled up to the garage she came running out of the house in a winter coat and slacks. She opened the garage door and signaled for me to pull my car inside. 

As I got out of the car she said, "Close the door and come in", then almost ran back inside the cottage. Puzzled, I did just that. When I got inside things became even more puzzling.

The lower floor was one great big room divided into 4 different areas; kitchen, dining area, living room and an area with a pool table, jukebox and large round poker table complete with chip slots and cup holders. The kitchen was separated from the rest only by a large L-shaped counter with opening to the living and dining areas. Donna was in the kitchen area.

"Do you want some coffee?" 

"Sure", I said.

"Isn't it cold out," she asked? "You know, I like spring best, when the trees have leaves. I went shopping this morning. I bought this dress, and of course I had to get this handbag and a pair of shoes to go with it." On and on she went. I had taken my coat off when I came in and hung it on the coat tree by the door. She still had her coat on!

While talking she had placed a cup of coffee on the coffee table in front of me, taken out the dress, shoes and purse to show me and now was opening the doors under the sink to do what? My goodness, she had a dust rag and a bottle of polish! She was going to dust!

And all the while she kept talking and moving. Perplexed, I had stopped listening and was trying to figure out what the heck was happening. 

Suddenly it dawned on me. I told you, I'm a quick study. SHE was nervous. Here I was, an 18 year old. Was this 32-year-old woman nervous about being alone with me? Was it nervousness or something else? 

While I was going through this thought process, Donna had cleaned the counters and was moving toward the dining table, all the while talking incessantly.

"Donna, stop!" I said firmly. I didn't shout it, just said it loud and clear. She froze on the spot, about an arms length from the table.

"Put down the cleaning stuff and come over here", I said just as firmly. I swear the hand holding the can shook as she set it on the table. Slowly she came toward me, looking down at the carpet as she walked, and stopped just in front of my outstretched feet.

Leaning back into the couch I took a moment to think. I decided to go slow, test these new waters. "Take off your coat and sit down here," I said patting the couch beside me. 

While she took off her coat and walked over to the closet to hang it up, I had an opportunity to look at her closer. 

Donna was wearing a silky white long-sleeved blouse that buttoned up the front. It had a bow tied around the neck. It wasn't sheer, but tucked into her slacks that way left her breasts well defined. Her black slacks were form fitting from the waist to the knee, and then flared slightly to her black calfskin zipper boots. 

As I said in Pt 3, she was all woman. Standing 5' 8-9", around 130 lbs, she had wonderful curves. Looking at her face you could see the beginning of worry lines around the eyes. She had high cheekbones and what I think they call a Roman nose. She had a wide mouth and when she smiled those pearly white teeth could light up a room. Her lips were full, and, as I remembered from last night, oh so kissable.

She stood straight, with square shoulders. Her torso tapered only slightly to her waist. Her hips flared out just enough to curve back into those long legs. 

When viewed from the side her chin swept straight back to a long, graceful neck. Her bust thrust straight out, and through the blouse and bra you could see those nipples were already hard. 

Her back was straight, concaved slightly at her waist and then the beautiful ass thrust out, around and back to those long legs again. The only person I can think of for comparison is Pat Benetar in her prime. Donna's ass was that defined.

When she sat I took her hands in mine. Her return grip was very hard. She still had not looked me in the face.

Man, I didn't want to ask this question! "Do you want me to go?"

"Oh, no, Tim. Please don't go." Her grip got even tighter, yes, but my breath came easier.

Tim? The only person to call me Tim was my mother! Depending on the degree of her ire it was either Tim or Timothy.

"Then tell me what's wrong. And tell me why you won't look at me."

Her head came up quick. Her eyes finally met mine. "It's not you, Tim. It's me."

With one hand she lightly touched my cheek. "Last night was wonderful. I told you I wasn't a virgin when I got married. When Ken, my high school boy friend, enlisted in the Army, we had sex before he went to Boot Camp. He hurt me, Tim. And it was over so quickly. There was nothing for me but pain."

"When Ken came home on leave before going to Germany, we did it again. He was so fast, Tim. And I was never really ready for him, not, you know, wet."

"Still, when he wrote to say he was getting married over there, I was devastated."

"My husband John worked with my Dad. He had been to my parents' house many times when I was in high school. I guess my Dad told him I got dumped and he asked me out to dinner. He was nice, he was kind and he said all the right things. We went out several times and, all of the sudden, we were dating." 

"We had only been dating about 2 months when he asked me to marry him. When I told my parents, they were all for it. Dad kept going on about his education, how respected he was at work and how he would be going places, you know, promotions and all."

"Mom pushed, too. I think it was all their talk and the way John made me feel safe that made me finally say yes."

"Anyway, the first time we made love was the week before the ceremony. I didn't really want to, but he did, so I relented. I wanted to please him. I thought, because he was older, he would have more experience, be gentle, caring. But he was quick, too, Tim. He said it was because I turned him on so much."

"After so many years, shouldn't that have worn away, Tim? I mean, he's seen me at my worst, you know, in the morning. We see each other every day. Shouldn't he be able to take more time?"

"His thing, (thing?) is almost as long as yours, Tim, but it's much thinner. I have had climaxes through the years, but not very often. I could probably count them on my hands. And never more than one at a time."

All the time she was talking she was shifting positions. She had let go of my hands then taken them again. She had leaned her elbows on her knees and studied her hands. She had looked me in the face, looked at my chest, and touched me here and there while emphasizing a point. Finally she took my hands in hers again, and again looked into my eyes.

"Last night you used the whole time of the dance, and the clean up, to seduce me. You used hours, Tim, and had me trembling and eager by the second dance."

I couldn't tell her it was because I didn't have the nerve yet to drag her down a hallway or into the boy's locker room. 

What I did say was, "Liar, I had you by the end of the first dance." 

Her first laugh as she slapped my arm. "Oh, you're mean. OK, by the end of the first dance. I was so torn, Tim. You're in high school. I'm an old married lady. I shouldn't let myself act that way. I should know better. That's what I was going to say when you opened the car door."

And Tim," she was serious again as she touched my face once more, "it's what I had convinced myself to tell you right up until I saw you get out of your car."

Taking my face gently in both hands she softly kissed my lips. Holding my face she continued, between kisses. "I've been fighting with myself since you sat down. When you told me to sit down and asked if you should go, I finally knew for sure. Those words tore through me, Tim."

Kiss. "I don't want you to go." 

Soft kiss. "I want to touch you." 

Another kiss. "I want you to touch me." 

Kiss. "I want to please you, Tim." 

Kiss again. "I want to be the woman you turned me into last night." 

A longer kiss now, with just the touch of her tongue on my lips, then she said "I wish you could feel what I feel when your, um, thing, slides into me. (There's that word again) It fills me, Tim. You touch everywhere, everything inside me, all at the same time."

We kissed long, my tongue seeking out hers deep into her mouth. Her tongue flicking at mine, teasing it, drawing it further in, then her lips gripping it as she sucks on it while still flicking it with her tongue. 

Releasing she drew back, "And I want to feel like that again, Tim."

Pushing her away I pointed to a spot right in front of me and said, "Stand up right there, Donna." Smiling, she obeyed.

"Remove the boots," was the next soft order. "Unbutton the blouse and hold it open," was the next. She complied right down the line. Those fingers undoing the buttons were beginning to tremble. 

"Take it off." Again she obeyed, holding it in her hand. "Throw it over there," and I pointed toward the floor by the end of the couch. She hesitated, but the blouse finally went sailing. She didn't like clothes on the floor.

"Now take off your slacks and throw them over there, too."

Again the hesitation, but they followed the rest. There she stood, in bra and panties. God, she was beautiful. And I was rock hard.

"Give me your bra." Staring at her breasts I raised the bra to my nose and inhaled. Was she starting to turn red?

Laying the bra beside me I looked steadily at her crotch and said, "Now those panties."

"Are you going to smell these, too", she asked as she handed them to me.

"Damn right", I said. Staring directly at her vee, I could see the moisture had slightly matted her neatly trimmed bush. She wasn't trimmed last night! 

"Did you trim that for me," I asked as I brought those panties to my nose and sucked the air in through them? They were wet, slightly tinged with her perfume, and her aroma thrilled me. My God, I was hard.

"Yes," she answered meekly.

Leaning back the way I was, it was impossible to hide my reaction. With my length and girth, the front of my Levi's was close to splitting open.

"Kneel down here in front of me," I said as I spread my feet wider apart. Slowly she moved forward and knelt in front of me.

"Take off my shoes and jeans, Donna."

I couldn't take my eyes off her body. She was red from her face half way down to her breasts. She was excited, her breasts heaving slightly. She had trouble looking at my face. 

Now, with this order, she finally looked up. "Yes, Tim", she said. She removed each of my penny loafers easily, and then reached to undo the button and lower the zipper. 

"Be careful", I said. "I'm not wearing underwear." I raised my hips as she tugged on the sides and she removed them and sent them flying. Funny, she had no reservation about my clothes lying on the floor!

While she had been undressing my lower half, I had removed my shirt. I lounged in front of her now completely naked, with a 10+" long, 7+" circumference cock standing rigid right in front of her face. 




My Life Ch. 04



Grateful 2 U CTB

Starbucks was busy as usual as Kyle stood in line to order his usual iced cappuccino. It was past the early morning rush when most people would have been trying to get their over-priced cup of liquid caffeine, but the line was still nearly to the door. He had thrown on an old pair of board shorts, a classic Hobie tee shirt and an old pair of flip-flops. This is why he had given up the corporate world, being able to dress however he pleased and not having to keep a regimented schedule was a good fit with his personality, and at least tolerable for his professional life. 

With his order in hand he made his way to the far table on the veranda where a woman was waiting. She was fit and attractive, dressed professionally in a black skirt and neatly creased button-up shirt. At first glance, she appeared to be in her late thirties; but the lines at her eyes and the corners of her mouth made her look older. Her hair was mostly blond, but darker roots could be seen underneath, she was moderately tanned and wore glasses with a thicker frame. 

Kyle took his seat and took the woman's hand into his own, "Miriam," he said, kissing the top of her hand lightly. 

"Oh stop being such a flirt, Kyle," she said with a smile. 

Kyle sat back into his chair and sipped at his coffee, "So how have you been?" 

Miriam put her cell phone and purse on the table and took a sip of her own coffee before answering, "Busy as I want to be." 

"Well that's good," A low-rider truck with a loud stereo thumped a rhythmic beat as it passed by, "It's going to be a hot one today." 

"Come now Kyle; let's not talk about the weather. We don't need to go through the motions. I want to know about this girl who has kept you so busy lately that you can't find time to call." 

Kyle snorted and laughed, "You never were one to waste time," he said. He then pulled out his phone, went to the photo gallery and handed the device to her. 

"Oh my god, Kyle! How old is she? She can't be more than sixteen! What are you—"

"—She's old enough," Kyle interrupted, holding up his hands for her to keep her voice down. "I promise I'm not going to end up in jail."

The woman looked dubious but eventually nodded, "She's gorgeous... and so petite," she said, studying the few pictures Kyle had taken without Jamiee knowing. 

"What's her name and how did you meet her?"

"Jillian Aimee Boyack but most people call her Jamiee. She's my best friend's little sister," Kyle explained. 

"Ha, I bet that's been awkward." 

"Well, not yet. He doesn't know—I mean this just happened." 

"Boyack... Boyack..." she said to herself, thinking about the people she knew from Kyle's past. "I think I remember the Boyacks – you used to almost live at their house in high school if I remember correctly." 

"Yep, that's them."

"But I thought they only had boys."

"Nope, little Jamiee snuck in there at the end. She's the youngest but has spent most of her time at an all-girls boarding school in England. She has the accent to prove it," explained Kyle briefly. 

"The mother was English if I remember right," said Miriam. 

Kyle nodded and sipped his coffee, "She is," he confirmed, "she was always really good to me growing up, almost like a second mom sometimes. But I think she and her husband do a lot of traveling these days visiting grandkids and for business. Jamiee doesn't act like she's very close to her parents." 

"That's too bad," said Miriam, "that can be a perfect recipe for a girl to fall into the clutches of someone like you," she said half-joking. But then the smartly dressed woman looked suddenly serious, "you better not hurt this child, Kyle, or so help me?"

"Hey, I have no intention of hurting her," Kyle said equally as serious. 

Miriam nodded reluctantly and returned the phone, "I hope not for your sake. She looks like a sweet girl, which makes me wonder why you're interested."

"Fair enough, and to be honest, this girl probably would be a lot better off being with someone else. But I really do like her. I can't explain it, but I felt this connection the first time I saw her." 

"Which was how long ago exactly?" 

"A week, she's home for the summer and then she'll head back for her final year of school." 

"I know that girl's not old enough to be in college, so that means she's what, a senior in high school?"

Kyle shrugged uncomfortably, "Yeah, but I swear she's legal."

"Kyle Brooks! Of all the—," Miriam stopped herself before she began to attract unwanted attention.

"I promise, Miriam. Jamiee's old enough and I haven't done anything to trick her or drug her or anything else you're imagining." 

Miriam gave him a hard, skeptical look, "While I agree that one can never guess who wants to be in the Lifestyle, I can't see this cute little girl wanting to call you master and suck your cock like a good little submissive. And there's no way you're going to convince me that you're going to be able to go straight and just have a plain-Jane relationship with her." 

Kyle tried not to look guilty but couldn't bring himself to look the woman sitting across from him in the eye, "Well, no...I'm not exactly going straight..."

Miriam sat forward in her chair, "What have you done?" she demanded to know, pronouncing each work slowly and carefully. 

Kyle looked uncomfortable and hesitated to answer before finally saying too quickly, "Imadeherminelastnight." 

"What? Repeat that slowly."

Kyle sighed; he knew he was going to have to tell Miriam everything anyway. He had known her for over two decades. She had been the one responsible for helping him understand why he was the way he was and how to act on his desires without ending up in jail, or worse. He had never intended to keep this a secret, but he knew that Miriam was going to have a hard time believing what he was going to say. 

At last he took a deep breath and repeated, "I made her mine last night, Miriam. She took me as her master last night."

Miriam looked up at the sky, closed her eyes and shook her head, "Kyle, I'm really surprised at you. Every other girl you've been with was certainly beautiful, but they all knew what they were getting into. How could you do this to such a young child?" 

"She's hardly a child, but I know, trust me I know," Kyle said, feeling exasperated at not having a better answer. "Look, you'll understand better when you meet her. But she's not exactly an innocent. She's been in a lesbian relationship for almost a year with her roommate at school, and she's read a lot about the Lifestyle online. She's like a fucking submissive prodigy, Miriam. I fell for her like a bee finding a truck full of pollen." 

"Nice comparison. I'm sure you were working like a bee trying to pollinate her last night." 

Kyle looked slightly ashamed, "Well, yes."

"Are you telling me the truth about her being a little pussy licker?" 

Kyle nodded seriously, "I am, and I bet her roommate, Brooklyn by the way, loves her because god save me if Jamiee doesn't have the longest tongue I've ever seen on a girl. I mean I don't know how she fits it into her mouth." 

"Huh," said Miriam thoughtfully, "I've been in the Lifestyle long enough to know not to judge, but I'm just shocked. And wishing I was her roommate... that lucky girl," then after a moment asked, "so what are you going to do, Kyle? Your past relationships haven't ended well, and some of those women were really hurt emotionally." 

"That won't happen, Miriam," Kyle said forcefully. "I won't let this girl get hurt." 

Miriam shook her head, "That's not always up to you."

"You're right," Kyle admitted, "I realize that."

"So what then, what do you want?" 

Kyle took a deep breath and tried not to let his frustration get the best of him, "I want this girl to be mine forever. If I were like everyone else I would marry her and have a dozen kids with her, but the Lifestyle will always be a part of me. I know that now, and I truly think Jamiee is wired the same way we are. 

"I want this girl, Miriam, but I don't know how to reconcile that with how I am inside. But you and John have made it work for what, twenty years? I want what you have—or at least something close to it. If I thought for a second I could just be in a normal relationship I would do in in a heartbeat."

Miriam sat for a long time, thinking about how much Kyle had changed in some ways, and not at all in others. "When can I meet her?" 

"Really?" asked Kyle. "You'll take her on?" 

The woman gave a noncommittal shrug but said, "I'll need to meet her before I make a commitment, but you've piqued my interest." 

Kyle closed his eyes and let out a breath he'd been holding in anticipation. "Thank you, thank you, thank you, Miriam. I'm falling hard for this girl and I don't want to hurt her. I'll take whatever help you can give me." 

"It's only been a week, Kyle. You're letting yourself get carried away," chided Miriam, "I'll help just to make sure you take care of this girl. You know I care for you like you were my own son, Kyle. But the rules apply to you as well as everyone else. Don't let me down."

"I won't I promise. I guarantee I'll toe the line." 

Miriam nodded, "Then when do I meet her?" 

-_-

The hours had just flown by and it was late in the afternoon before I realized I was going to be late getting back to Kyle's. I glanced at my watch as I went through the door and was happy to see that it was only ten minutes after six. I stepped into the kitchen and found Kyle cutting vegetables at the sink. 

"Good evening, Master," I said as I picked a piece of broccoli off of the counter and popped it into my mouth. 

"You're late," was all Kyle said, a look of irritation clearly showing on his features. 

"Just ten minutes," I said, confused as to why he might be angry. 

"Six o'clock is six o'clock. Being ten-minutes late is unacceptable, so there will be a punishment for this." 

I guess I knew deep down that there might be punishments but I really didn't think being ten-minutes late would be enough to earn one. At school I was a master at getting detentions and demerits for minor and major infractions. None of that seemed to make any difference in my behavior. This new 'Lifestyle' thing as Kyle called it, might be trouble for me. 

"What kind of punishment?" I hesitantly asked. 

"I'll start off simple. One swat with this wooden spoon for each minute you were late, and five more for not removing your clothes before you entered the house." 

"Oh," I had completely forgotten to take off my clothes I was so fixated on getting into the house. I instantly got moving and removed my shorts, tee shirt and kicked off my flip flops. Next I slipped off my knickers and bra so that I was standing there starkers as usual. "Sorry." 

"Please pick up and fold your clothes," he said, but I could hear his annoyance growing. 

Before it could escape my lips I let out a sarcastic sigh and bent down and picked up my clothes. They were old and well-worn but I took an extra minute to fold them nicely to make sure I didn't provoke any other ridiculous rules I didn't know about. 

Kyle stepped up next to me, wooden spoon in hand, "Right now?" I asked in disbelief. 

"Bend at the waist and grab your ankles," he instructed. 

Oh, he was serious, I realized. I did as I was told and as soon as I had my ankles firmly in my hands I heard a loud smack. There was a microsecond where I couldn't figure out where the sound had come from, but then a stinging pain seared my right arse cheek. 

"Ouch!!! Son of a—" 

"—Smack!" another stinging whack in the exact same spot; this was a lot more than I was prepared for. My memory reached out for my safe word but two more blows landed on my cheek before I could remember it. 

"Holy mother of—"

"—Whap-whap," two more quick cracks with the spoon. I was reeling at how much it stung when I felt the other cheek explode in pain. I didn't think to count and just tried to endure it, wondering how much of a mark that damn spoon was going to leave. I hadn't been spanked since the girls and I found an old cane at school and tried using it on each other. 

The blows finally ceased and I tried to blink a tear away that was trying to escape the corner of my eye. I wasn't going to cry. 

"Recover," Kyle said simply and I took that to mean I could stand up. 

I stood and instantly turned around to try to see the damage that had been inflicted on my rear. It was almost glowing as it turned into a bright shade of red. Probably nothing that would leave a mark, but damn that was painful. 

"Jillian, part of your training has to do with exactness. I will give you instructions and I expect them to be followed perfectly. Not just closely: perfectly. Do you understand?" 

I sniffed and nodded my head, stupid runny nose. 

"So when there are infractions I will make corrections. But when my orders are followed I will make sure to reward you very lavishly, and when it's over it's over. We won't dwell on mistakes." 

I nodded again and gently rubbed my arse cheeks. 

"Good, now please set three places at the table, we're expecting company." 

I didn't move and after several long seconds Kyle turned to look at me, "Did you hear me, pet? I said to set three place settings at the table." 

"I—I heard... I'm sorry," I sputtered and began to take the plates down from the upper cabinet. Was Kyle expecting me to be naked when this supposed 'company' arrived, I wondered? I had a deep feeling I knew what the answer was going to be, and it definitely didn't bring a smile to my face. Just when I thought I was figuring things out Kyle would go and change things up on me. 

The question and doubt nagged at me until I couldn't stay silent, "Do I have to be naked?" I asked in a quiet voice once I'd finished setting the table. 

Kyle set a plate of baked salmon onto the center of the table; it had a slight scent of maple to it that made it smell divine. Once done, he came to stand in front of me, "You have no idea how much I want to say yes to that question, little one, but no, not tonight. Tonight I need you to be completely comfortable."

A wave of relief passed over my body and it must have shown on my face because Kyle's demeanor changed and he caressed my cheek as he spoke, "Someday you would be, as you call it, 'starkers' all of the time, including in the presence of certain company. But I really don't want to move too fast with you and scare you off or burn you out. I know there's only so much a person can take at a time, and you've only just seen a peek at what's to come. My goal is to keep you happy, not crush you. There is a place for humiliation, however. We'll get to that later." 

I dipped my head in gratitude and then asked myself if I would have really done it, and my answer scared me because I knew I would have. But at the same time I knew I was only going to play this game for the summer and then I'd have to call it quits. I would go back to Brooklyn and have one hell of a story to tell. 

"Who's coming to dinner?" I asked. 

Kyle went back into the kitchen and removed a bowl of green beans from the microwave, "She's an old friend—and no, not a girlfriend," he added before I had a chance to ask. "She's more like a mother figure slash close friend." 

"You have friends?" I said cheekily. 

Kyle set the bowl on the table, "Ha. Ha," he laughed sarcastically. "Your brothers are my friends."

"Until I tell them you spanked me with a wooden spoon." 

An eyebrow arched smartly at me, "Hmm, but then I'd really have to punish you," he said. He came next to me, knelt down and rubbed his hand over my still very red arse. "Did this surprise you?" he asked. 

"Yes, but I guess I should have known to expect that," I said truthfully. I knew punishments were part of this game, or at least I'd read that a thousand times on the internet. 

"And did it excite you?" he continued to question. I was about to answer when he pushed his hand between my thighs and ran his index finger over the top of my vagina. The touch jolted me and I was surprised to see that the side of his hand was glistening from my wetness. "I'll take this as a yes," he said proudly. 

I scoffed, "That's from something else," I quickly said. "I was thinking about, you know, last night." 

"And it was making you this wet?" 

"Yeah, I guess so." 

Kyle shook his head, "No, that's not true—is it," I didn't move. "My little puppet liked how it felt when I stung her ass with a spoon, didn't you?"

I felt that familiar blush coming but was saved when a knock sounded from the front door. 

"Get dressed if you'd like—but do not put your bra or panties back on. Just leave those in the bathroom. Miriam won't care either way, but you can put your clothes on if you'd like," he went to the door and I grabbed my small pile of folded clothes and bolted to the loo to dress.

When I came back out I saw a tall woman standing near the table talking with Kyle. She was dressed as if she had just come from a high-end Wall Street office. She was stunningly beautiful and equally intimidating. She looked to be about ten years junior to my mum. 

She turned to greet me, "You must be Jamiee," she said warmly, and then extending her hand, "I'm Miriam Brandt." 

I shook her hand and nodded, "Very pleased to meet you, Miriam." 

"Oh you are precious aren't you," she said softly and I wasn't sure how to take that. I forced an awkward smiled and diverted my gaze to Kyle.

I wasn't sure what tonight was meant to be about, if it was about anything at all. It looked like it was just a simple meal between old friends. I happily tucked in, taking a large bite of the salmon, and of course it was melt-in-your-mouth delicious. I was content to eat and listen as they talked about mutual acquaintances and people I didn't know. I gathered that she had known Kyle for many years and a number of her questions were similar to what my own mother would ask me. As the hour passed I found that I liked Miriam. She was direct when she wanted to be but always genuine and engaged in what Kyle was talking about. But then Miriam turned her attention to me. 

"Jamiee," she began, "would you mind if I asked you to tell me a little about yourself? And then if you'll indulge me I would like to tell you a little about who I am."

I swallowed a bite of rice and then wiped my mouth with my napkin. I thought about what to say and figured that I should start off on safe ground, "I just met Kyle about a week ago," I said, "but he's friends with my oldest brother Brandon." 

"I actually know your older brothers, Brandon and Derek. I used to live here in the neighborhood but moved to Orange County years ago with my husband," Miriam explained. 

"Do you know my parents?" 

"Not well, but I did talk to them on occasion. You see, I was very close to Kyle's mother before she died, so I kind of kept an eye on this one," she pointed at Kyle, "ever since." 

I looked at Kyle, "You never told me that your mum died," I said, shooting him a hurt look. 

Kyle shrugged, "Not a subject I bring up much to anyone."

I wanted to yell, '"but I'm your...'" what? What was I going to say? Wife certainly wasn't accurate and neither was girlfriend really, although maybe it did feel a little like that. Argh, this is a stupid game I'm getting involved in, and getting more confusing by the minute. 

Miriam interjected, "Jamiee, I want to be completely open with you tonight, but I need to know that what we talk about stays in this room." 

That took me by surprise. I looked at her thoughtfully for a long moment and tried to understand what she meant by that request, but she looked sincere and I didn't feel like she was the type of person to waste someone's time. 

"Of course," I finally said. 

She smiled and nodded, "Thank you. I really do want to get to know you, but I feel like I need to explain a few things so you understand the context here."




My Life Ch. 04



When I didn't respond, she continued, "I watched Kyle grow up and saw the struggles he went through in high school, but there wasn't much I could do to help him then. Since I'm a lawyer by profession I did help him get out of a few legal scrapes when he was growing up; but I didn't get involved too much."

"She kept me out of juvy," Kyle threw in. 

I'd heard my brothers talk about kids being sent to juvenile hall when they got into trouble, so I had a pretty good idea that's what juvy meant. 

"But once Kyle turned eighteen and he was free from his dad I took a more active role in his life." 

"She saved my life," Kyle said seriously. 

Miriam didn't look like she agreed but she went on, "You see, Kyle is what we refer to as a Dom, short for a Dominant."

I felt a little light headed at Miriam's directness as she spoke and the feeling that this all wasn't simply a game felt embedded a little deeper. I had read so many stories about this kind of thing online, but in the back of my mind I guess I only really thought of it as contrived or pretend. Miriam, however, was the real thing—and so was Kyle. This wasn't a game to them. I felt a little shaky. 

Kyle was instantly by my side and wrapped one arm around my shoulders. He grasped my chin in his hand and forced me to meet his gaze, "Jillian, please trust me right now. This will be a lot to take in, but you will learn a lot and I think that, if you'll allow yourself to be open to us, you'll get a lot of questions answered. Questions you've probably had for a long time. Questions you've probably never imagined asking anyone."

The nervous energy that had exploded inside of me didn't exactly go away, but I couldn't help but feel secure with Kyle holding me as he was. I was bouncing my knees nervously under the table and Kyle placed a hand on them, forcing me to try and relax. 

Once Miriam saw that I wasn't going to do a runner she said, "I love the name Jillian, by the way." 

"My full name is Jillian Aimee, but my brother's always called me Jamiee and it kind of stuck," I said, sounding nervous even to myself. 

Miriam smiled and continued, "I am also a Dominate within our community, and I'm a type of mentor to Kyle." 

I didn't know what to say so I just listened. 

"You know, Jamiee," she changed directions, "If you feel safe enough talking to me, I would like to ask Kyle to go away for a while and give us girls a chance to talk." 

"Only if you're okay with it," added Kyle quickly. He glanced at Miriam in a way that made me feel like they'd already discussed him leaving me to talk to her alone. 

I still felt a nervous knot in my stomach but I knew Kyle would be close so I nodded, "I'm fine." 

Kyle gave me a quick hug and got up to leave, but Miriam asked, "Do you have a bottle of sherry you could leave with us?" Kyle went through the kitchen, grabbed a couple of glasses and a bottle of what I guessed was the sherry Miriam had requested and then headed upstairs. 

Miriam poured a small amount in both glasses and then took a quick sip of hers, "Have you had Sherry before?" 

I shook my head but lifted my glass to smell the liquid inside. It wasn't revolting by any means but I had almost no experience with any kind of alcohol. 

"I've tried to teach Kyle about some of the finer things in life, sadly wines or any drink besides a bottle of beer doesn't seem to hold much interest for him," she laughed lightly. 

I took a sip and found it pleasant enough. 

"Okay, so Kyle called me a few days ago to tell me that he had met someone—yes, that someone would be you, little one." 

What was it with everyone calling me "little one" lately? I mean I know I'm too short and a little too skinny, but little one wasn't something I'd ever been called until a week ago, and now I was hearing it all the time. But maybe the stranger thing to ask myself was why did I suddenly like the term of endearment? 

"And he was terrified." 

"Kyle? Terrified?" I couldn't picture that.

"Yes, terrified, because Kyle hasn't been very successful with his relationships in the past, and he's afraid one with you will end up being another chapter in his book of failed relationships."

I shook my head, feeling guilty for playing a game that could end up hurting Kyle. This wasn't going to end well and I seemed to be digging myself into a deeper and deeper pit. 

"I know you have a hundred things going through you head right now, Jamiee—"

"—a thousand," I spoke, "and you can call me Jillian if you want. I don't mind." 

Miriam smiled again. Damn she was very attractive when she smiled. No, no, now is not the time to let my inner-lesbian flare up, I chided myself. 

"Thank you, Jillian. Now, Kyle, I and quite a large group of others are part of a community, or an association of sorts. It's a group of like-minded people that gets together on occasion for various things, but mostly it's a network where people like us can feel safe and act on the things that most people would find, well, different." 

"You mean it's a group of people that likes to tie each other up and shag," I said bluntly. I knew what this was all about and it was time to just be out with it. I felt defensive, on edge and even a little cynical at the moment. 

Miriam let out a bloody laugh that shocked me it was so loud it made me sit back in my seat. She almost collapsed onto the table and laughed for several minutes. And for some stupid reason I found that very disarming. 

"I would love to be your friend, Jillian. I like people who don't mince words and you got right to the heart of it." 

I smiled at the compliment. 

"But yes, basically it's a group of people that likes to, as you said, shag. But it's a lot more than that, too sweetheart. You see, there are some people that are predisposed to say, alcohol or gambling or maybe drugs. And when they use those substances or participate in whatever it is they do, they become heavily addicted and more often than not, their lives are ruined. Those who survive it usually need support groups and usually have to abstain from whatever their addiction is forever. If they go back for even a little bit they'll lose control and be lost again. 

"So in a way we're our own support group, but we have tried to find a way to balance our inner demons in a way that allows us to live productive lives: happy lives." 

I nodded slowly. This was interesting, "Inner demons?" I asked hesitantly. 

"I have a feeling you know what I'm talking about, Jillian. So let me ask you, do you fantasize about being tied up?" 

Reluctantly I said, "Yes," 

"Being spanked?"

I nodded, and could feel blood flooding my face. 

"Don't be embarrassed child; how about being forced to be pierced or maybe even tattooed?" 

I didn't answer, but I think Miriam already knew the answer. 

"How about being owned, forced to do whatever task your master tells you to do?" 

Again I held my silence but I didn't deny it either. 

"Or being forced to wear a collar, not wear any clothes, and being told to sleep in a cage." 

I held my tongue but my mind collected all of my fantasies and brought them to my mind's eye. I involuntarily shuddered as I thought about the things that Miriam had just mentioned: a shudder that Miriam didn't miss.

"Oh good girl," she purred. "You do. And you torture yourself trying to keep those feelings repressed, don't you?"

I gave a meek nod. 

"And sometimes you let yourself entertain those thoughts a little too long and you find that they have grown stronger, and you can barely pull yourself away."

Again I nodded. She was closer than she knew, I first thought, but then realized, no, she knew exactly what she was talking about. 

"And it scares you because you so want to act on those things, but you don't know how to without destroying everything around you." 

Blimey this woman had to be a witch. How in the bloody hell...

"Am I close, Jillian Aimee?" she asked, pronouncing my name slowly. 

I sighed, "Scarily so," I admitted. 

Miriam put her hand on top of mine, it was warm to the touch and made me feel a close connection to her, "I know because we have all experienced the same thing. You're not alone, Jillian. And from the little Kyle has told me, you've already taken a step into the unknown, correct?" 

Again I blushed as I thought about last night and what Kyle might have shared with her, but I answered, "Yes, he's sort of my Master now," I managed to say. 

"Sort of?" 

I wasn't sure how to answer that because I still felt like there was a way out and that I could stop playing this game and go home. 

I sagged into my chair and a tear escaped the corner of my eye. Dammit, I wasn't going to cry, "I really do like Kyle," I finally said. 

"But you haven't decided what you're going to do yet..." she left the sentence unfinished.

Silence lingered between us as Miriam let me think. The silence felt like a force itself that was pushing me to talk about something that I had never told anyone.

"This stays between us?" I asked.

"Absolutely," Miriam confirmed. 

"And you won't tell Kyle, no matter what?"

"You have my word," she promised. 

"Okay," I said, taking a deep breath, "I've always had weird thoughts about that stuff, you're right about that. But it wasn't until about a year ago that I started to really understand it—no, understand is the wrong word—more like... I don't know: I let myself be curious about those thoughts. And I started trying to read about it online."

"There's a lot of bad information on the internet, Jamiee."

"Yes of course, that's why this is all so bloody confusing. Is doing this stuff wrong, is it dangerous, is it even something other people want to do? Is it just a game people play to spice things up? Or do people really live like this all the time? If so, are there limits?" I could have gone on for several minutes now that the dam had burst, but I managed to stop before I embarrassed myself any further. 

Miriam squeezed my hand, "Oh precious. You've been trying to figure this out all alone for a longtime."

I nodded vigorously and willed myself not to get emotional—okay, any more emotional, "Yes," I confirmed. "But the stuff I fantasize about is looney. I know it is. I mean if I did that stuff in real life people would think I was completely mental." 

"But you've done some of that in the last few days, right?" 

She had me there more-or-less, "Well yes, but it's a secret and I don't plan on telling anyone." 

"Not even your roommate at school?" 

I heard myself gasp, "Kyle told you about that." 

"Yes Jamiee, I'm sorry if that was something that should have been kept in confidence. He was trying to help me understand that that he wasn't corrupting a complete innocent. I had his balls in a vice and I was about to cut them off when he showed me your picture. He wanted me to understand that, although very young, you've been trying to find answers about your sexuality for a long time now. This is why I wanted to meet you." 

I took all that in and my anger faded, "I've never told Brooklyn about those fantasies," I admitted. 

"Would you minds sharing the fantasy that you entertain the most?" 

I laughed and closed my eyes. Was I really going to actually put voice to it? Again a long silence got to me and I spoke, "I'm never allowed to wear any clothes, and I have to wear a steel collar that can't be removed because it's permanent. I'm basically treated like a sex slave and forced to have sex with whomever I'm told. And there are usually multiple people involved. There's more detail to it of course, but that's the general idea." 

Wow, I didn't burst into flames, I thought once I finished talking. I actually felt a little lighter—a little better. 

"Thank you so much for trusting me enough to share that."

"Actually, that felt pretty good," I admitted. "I can't believe I just told you that." 

"And I'm so happy that you did. Now let me ask you, if someone told you that you could do those things and lead a happy and productive life, would you be interested." 

"Of course," I said a little too enthusiastically. 

Miriam chuckled, "Well you can. That's what our little community is all about. We trust each other completely, we're very open with one another and we help each other live good lives while fulfilling our need to act out on our fantasies. So yes, we're a group of people that likes to tie each other up and shag,"

I laughed genially at her using my own words back at me. It was official, I liked Miriam very much. 

"I would like to be your friend," I said truthfully. 

"I'm happy to hear it, Jillian," she paused and then gave my hand a tighter squeeze. "And as your friend, I'm going to ask you to leave."

Wait, what? I sat in confused silence trying to make sure I had just understood her correctly.

"Did I shock you?" Miriam asked when I didn't respond.

"You want me to leave?" I asked pulling my hand back to myself. 

Miriam gave me one of those it-pains-me-but-not-really smiles, "I do," she simply said. 

"But why, I don't understand?"

"Of course you don't, Jillian. That's why you need some distance from this. You need some perspective." 

What is this woman on about? Telling me she understood me and that there was a way I could be happy not suppressing my deepest secrets, and then just throwing a bucket of ice water over my head. 

"So you just want to me leave Kyle? I don't think he wants me to go." 

"You're absolutely correct on that, too." 

I sighed in frustration, "What are you on about then, I don't understand a sodding thing here." 

Miriam leaned forward and forced me to meet her gaze, "Listen to me carefully, Jillian. I have no doubt you and Kyle could live a happily together—for a while anyway. But what I told you about our community—the Lifestyle, isn't something to be taken lightly, and Kyle, as much as I love him, is just now beginning to understand this, or at least I thought he was."

I began to protest but she cut me off. 

"I would love for you to join us. I would be so happy if you and Kyle were together. But look how quickly things have gone in just a few days. Kyle is jumping into this a thousand-miles-an-hour and you are still playing games and not sure what you want—which is okay, Jillian. You're still so young. You need to take time to figure things out, have a few boyfriends, and figure out what you want in life." 

I squirmed in my chair and wished I wasn't here anymore. The last several days came crashing down me suddenly and I just wanted to run away and hide. What the hell was I thinking...?

I looked towards the door while Miriam was saying something about needing to take things slower and something about a foundation. But now I was just angry and not really listening. Oh I had really buggered things up this time, was the single thought that kept coming to mind. 

The thought came to mind that maybe I should go talk to Kyle, but then I realized that the arsehole had brought over his would-be-mum to do his dirty work. That fucking wanker; he chats me up, gets off with me and then has his mum toss me out on my arse. 

Well enough of this, I thought as I stood up and bolted for the door to the garage. I heard the posh bitch saying something about not listening, but I'd heard enough. I tore through the garage, grabbing my bike as I went. Not wanting to be seen riding down the street, I ducked between two houses and then moved through the neighborhood pushing my bike alongside. I didn't know where I was going; only that I needed to get away. 

_-_

"She's not coming home," Kyle said to Miriam as they sat in his Jeep, waiting a block away from Jamiee's house for her to come home. 

"At least not anytime soon," Miriam said, trying to stretch her long legs in the cramped Jeep's cabin. "I'm so sorry, Kyle. I didn't mean for her to run off like this—I only wanted her to—," 

"—I know," Kyle interrupted, "and you're right. I was letting things go too far too fast. This is my fault and I need to fix this." 

Miriam looked over at Kyle, "Maybe you have grown up," she said and ran her hand through his short cropped hair. 

"Obviously that's not true," he laughed sarcastically. "I seduced that poor girl and made a mess of things." 

Miriam didn't respond right away, but eventually said, "You're not wrong about her." 

Kyle looked to her, "What do you mean?" 

"She is certainly has a submissive side to her, and I'm convinced that she'll never be happy in a vanilla relationship. But she's so young, Kyle. She doesn't know what she wants. 

Kyle sat thoughtfully for a long moment, "Could it work with her? I mean really work, because I'm not going to hurt her or anyone else." 

"You won't, Kyle. I won't let you... and yes, I think it could work out in the future. But you need to take it slowly. She's young and confused, and she probably has very few people in her life that she really trusts. I mean god, Kyle, you had her eating your cum off of your french toast already." 

A tug pulled at the corners of Kyle's mouth as he recalled the memory, "I didn't really even push her," he commented casually. 

"And that's why you have to be the responsible one. I'm sure you could probably get Jamiee to try just about anything, but then you'll end up with another failed relationship in your wake. We've talked about this before. It always starts off well—everything is all roses and merry-go-rounds, and then—"

"—everything goes to shit," Kyle finished. "I know, and I don't understand why. I mean with Rachel I could actually see it happening. It was like one day she just decided she didn't trust me anymore. I could feel her pulling away a little more each day, until one day..."

"Just slow down—get to know each other. Earn her trust and let her earn yours. You don't need to go so fast with her. It's not a competition." 

Kyle nodded, "You're right," he agreed. I just need a chance to talk to her." 

Miriam smiled knowingly and nodded, "Don't push her too fast—alright? Send her something nice, maybe a flower with a note, and then let her come to you." 

Kyle released his grip on the steering wheel and let his hand fall to his lap, "Thanks Miriam, you've always been there for me. I hope you don't mind helping me one more time... there's something different about Jamiee..."

_-_

I watched Kyle's jeep leave before I dared get any closer to my house. This had already been probably the worst day of my life, and I just wanted it to end. Running into that wanker and his amazon vampire didn't sound like a good idea now, or ever for that matter. 

I unlocked the front door and put my bike against the wall in the front entry. Mum would kill me if she saw it here. Argh! I screamed in my head. I knew I was being overly dramatic, but I deserved to be dramatic after a night like tonight. I was furious that Miriam pushed me out like that, pretending to be my friend, simply to tell me to leave Kyle alone. Thinking while I walked through the house I felt my thoughts growing more and more hostile toward Miriam: was I angry at her or myself?

Maximus was more than happy to be back inside the house and was wagging that little stub of a tail again so fast I thought it might break. I had a hot shower, climbed into my bed and tried to read The Bone Clocks again. But the book was taking a turn for the worse. I'm never reading that author again, I thought to myself as I closed the book and opened my laptop to check my emails. 

Besides my mum sending about half-a-dozen emails wondering why I was never answering the phone, there was just junk. I stared at the screen until my vison became fuzzy and then I shook my head to focus again. I clicked onto my favorite Literotica website and picked up where I'd left off with one of the longer stories I'd been reading. Finishing the chapter I read a few of the comments below. They were mean, hurtful comments but it didn't seem to deter the author, she kept on posting chapter after chapter, and her writing was getting better as she practiced. 




My Life Ch. 04



The story was completely unrealistic but it was still fun to let my imagination wander as I put myself in the protagonist's shoes and thought about what it would feel like to be fucked by two men at once. I slipped my hand down my knickers as I read and gently touched the sides of my pussy. The hot shower had helped, but I was still plenty sore down there. Despite the soreness the story still made me wet and it felt comforting to touch myself. Maximus was curled up behind me and I could feel his warmth at my back as sleep took me. 

There is nothing like surfing in the early morning and watching the sunrise. Even though getting out of a warm bed and jumping into a cold ocean wasn't easy, it was always worth it. I played in the waves until my muscles were completely exhausted and then used some of the money my mum had left me to buy sushi from my favorite hole-in-the-wall restaurant, handing the owner wet dollar bills that I had kept safe inside of my rash guard top. I decided to forego the bikini and wore simple board shorts and a rash guard. I didn't want to attract attention and my desire for anything sexual had been effectively quashed yesterday. 

The following days passed in almost the same way: early morning surfing, followed by contentious visits to the local library, and topped off with a diet of almost nothing but sushi. I was happy to be by myself. I made sure to be gone from the house early in the morning and not to return until well after the sun went down. Little by little, my summer fling with Kyle and his crazy BDSM shite was becoming a memory and a well-learned lesson in restraint, and I went out of my way to make sure I was nowhere close to his house even if it meant a lot more peddling on the bike. 

I sat down in the sand with my surfboard at my back and watched the sun slowly disappear into the ocean. Colors of every red and yellow shade exploded across the horizon. It was an amazing sight. I took a big bite of the dragon sushi roll and chewed slowly. I wonder if a person can live on nothing but sushi: I certainly had been. I put on a sweatshirt and then I pulled my LA Dodgers hat out of my bag and put it on my head, pulling the visor down low over my eyes. I still wasn't taking the chance of getting home early finding Kyle there, and the beach was a much better place to be than the house anyways. 

I don't remember falling asleep, but I a familiar shout roused me awake. I began to sit up when I felt a vice-like grip on my upper arm, and the next thing I knew I was being hauled to my feet. 

"Jillian Aimee Boyack! We have been looking all over heaven and earth for you!" A tall, dark haired woman bellowed at me. 

"Mum?" I said, trying to focus and still half asleep. My head swam as I looked at my very angry mother. 

"Do you have any idea what time it is, young lady."

I looked down at my watch but the normally bright glow-in-the-dark dials all blurred together. 

"It's two o'clock in the morning," she shrieked at me. I knew she was mad because she had slipped into her thicker East London accent and away from her normal upper class speak. 

I noticed other people standing behind her. I moved slightly to one side and saw my dad, and three of my four brothers with Brandon in front, and of all people... there stood Kyle next to him. Oh the nerve of that guy. Other people were now closing in... oh no, not them... not my sisters, too. I was never going to hear the end of this. I had a rocky relationship with those women to begin with; they're going to be unbearable now. 

"Do you have any idea how I'm feeling, Jillian?" my mum yelled at me, her hand still clamped tightly around my arm. 

"You look pretty brassed off," I mumbled weakly. 

"Brassed off! Oh you have no idea. What were you thinking being here all by yourself? It's not safe to be out here in the middle of the night!" 

"I'm sorry, alright? I fell asleep." 

I felt my mum yank my arm and saw Brandon pick up my surfboard with a disappointed look on his face. I scanned the other faces and saw various expressions of mostly annoyance, mixed with a dose of disdain. Except for Kyle, who just looked like the smug bastard he is. 

"We're going home!" 

I desperately wanted to pull my arm away and scream at everyone to leave me alone. But then what? I had no place to go and almost no money left. Like it or not, I was still dependent on my parents and didn't have any choice at the moment, not unless I wanted to go find a job and a place of my own, which I quickly recognized as not really an option at two o'clock in the morning. So I let myself be pulled along towards the white Tahoe parked near the sidewalk. I glanced at Kyle again and saw him chatting casually with my brothers. Oh how I wanted to yell, 'your friend fucked me senseless while you all left me alone.' Images of our time together hit me and I felt my pussy twitch with anticipation. No, you stupid cunt, you're never going to fuck another cock again, I told my pussy. You cause me nothing but problems, you always bloody randy pussy. Oh great, now I was berating my girl parts. 

I looked over to my Brandon's wife and caught her looking at me with that you're-such-a-spoiled-brat look. I formed my lips into a kiss and gave her my best please-fuck-me-look. She looked away with a huff and walked toward her husband, no doubt to tell him about what a horrible shite his sister was. 

I know, I was being prat, but I really had accidentally fallen asleep. I hadn't meant to worry everyone. The trip home was all too quick and soon I was being pushed into the bathroom. 

"Let's get you sorted out," said my mum in a huff, taking off my hat and holding out her hand until I had given her my sweatshirt. I started to shiver despite being inside. Mum noticed and turned the hot water on in the shower. 

I could tell that mum was in no hurry to leave and that hot shower pulled at me with its promise of heat, so I pulled my rash guard over my head and let if fall to the floor, leaving only my sports bra. 

"Jillian!" I heard my mum gasp, sounding upset. 

"What?" I said, looking around. What could possibly have her cheesed off now?

When she spoke her tone was completely changed from earlier, "Why aren't you taking better care of yourself?" 

"What do you mean?" I asked, truly confused. 

"Child, look at yourself in the mirror and tell me this is healthy." 

I turned slowly toward the mirror, its edges starting to fog from the hot water of the shower, and looked at myself. I was actually a little stunned at what I saw. I'd lost track of the days and was just living like a surf bum, but I really hadn't been eating enough. My shorts hung loosely from my hips and I could see that I was way too thin: It was not a fit look. 

"You looked okay to me when we left, and I left you money for food. Didn't you use it?" 

I nodded, feeling ashamed for letting myself go like this. 

"On food?" 

"Yes," I answered sullenly. 

"What were you eating then? There are no groceries in the kitchen." 

I looked at my feet and drew a shape in the carpeted floor mat with my toe, "...Sushi" I finally answered. 

"And?"

"...And, that's it... I like it."

Mum opened her mouth and I tried to brace myself for the fecal storm I was about to be in, but then she deflated and closed her mouth. After a long moment she spoke, "I don't want to row with my daughter tonight. I haven't seen you in so long. I'm sorry." 

Ah bullocks! That's not fair. I can't be mad at her now. The fight bled out of me like I'd been run through with a sharp sword, and a second later she crossed the room and pulled me into a bear crushing hug. 

"Thanks mum," I hiccupped and sniffled.

"I'll let you have your shower and then make you something hot to eat. Come down when you're ready."

The shower had helped me stop shivering and I padded downstairs wearing flannel pajamas and a heavy sweatshirt. I found my parents waiting for me at the kitchen table and was tempted to skive off and hide in my room, but the steaming bowl of stew won out and I joined them at the table. 

Mum was the first one to speak as I took a bite of stew "Jillian," she began, "We wanted to start by apologizing for not having been there for you much for the last year." 

I shrugged as I chewed on a particularly large piece of potato. I wasn't expecting my mum to say that. They both sat there quietly, looking at me expectantly for an answer, but I wasn't sure what they wanted, so I simply mumbled, "Yeah, okay, its fine. I'm used to it." 

A pained look flashed across my mum's features and even dad looked slightly uncomfortable. Mum stood and motioned for my dad, "Please wash the bowl when you're done and then head right for bed. We'll speak more tomorrow." 



My Life Ch. 05



Waking up to a dog breathing right in your face isn't the most pleasant experience. Maximus' muzzle was almost touching my nose and I swear he looked like he was smiling. 

I pushed at him hard but the damn dog weighs almost as much as I do, so I didn't gain much separation. 

"You need your teeth brushed, you're disgusting," I whined. 

I lay in bed for a while, trying to listen for movements downstairs. Kyle was sure to be at his house and probably wouldn't come around here with the parents at home again. But I wouldn't put it past Brandon to be hanging around, waiting to pounce so he could give me some of his great 'advice'. Which probably meant that bitch of a wife of his was probably sulking around, too. Okay, that was unfair; she wasn't that bad, usually, but they all were staring at me with that look of contempt and disappointment when they found me last night: like I had purposefully gone out of my way just to make their lives miserable. 

Maximus wasn't interested in vacating my bed so I let him have it and padded downstairs to find something to eat. It was almost noon I noticed as I passed the old grandfather clock; I must have been more tired than I realized, but I felt better today than I had in a while. I was hungry. 

The house was quiet though, nobody seemed to be around. For a second, I wondered if I had dreamed everything up last night, but then I saw dad's Tahoe in the driveway. I grabbed an apple from the refrigerator, sat down at the table and took a large bite. It tasted delicious. Looking around the kitchen I could tell that dad had been here earlier, a neatly folded financial newspaper lay at the far end of the table. 

My mum's voice surprised me from behind and I jumped in my seat, "You better plan on eating more than an apple, young lady," she said as she came into the kitchen. 

I had eaten the apple down to the core so I binned it and got another one out of the refrigerator. I sat down at the table again and took a loud bite. The apple was crunchy and just as good as the first one. 

"I said you better eat more than an apple. Were you not listening?" 

"I thought you meant I couldn't eat just one apple, so I got another one," I said, my mouth full of chewed apple. I knew it would wind her up her up, but I was in that kind of mood. 

"Don't get cheeky with me, Jillian," she said sharply. 

Oh yes, this was going to be a lovely day. I resisted the temptation to roll my eyes because I could feel her gaze burning a hole into the side of my head. 

"Your father and I want to talk to you this afternoon," she began. I watched as she pulled out a cylindrical carton of oatmeal and went to the stove, "But I want you to look presentable. You know I don't like it when you're dressed like that." 

Yes, I knew. Pajamas and messy hair belonged in the bedroom. It was almost a mortal sin to come downstairs not neatly showered and dressed. In fact, I don't think I've ever seen my mum out of sorts; ever. I ate my apple but nodded quickly when she looked at me. A few minutes later she put a large bowl of hot oatmeal in front of me with a glass of milk. 

"We will expect you in your father's office once you've eaten and dressed for the day," she said curtly and then left. 

"Nice to see you too, mum," I mumbled under my breath, looking at the plain oatmeal. 

If I had been at Brooklyn's house her mum would have sat down at the table and chatted the day away with me, interested in everything I had to say no matter how trivial or stupid it was. Everything was so much more relaxed at her house. 

I powered my way through breakfast and felt near to bursting when I was finished, I hadn't eaten that much in a long time. Then I did as instructed and cleaned my face, brushed my hair and dressed in a nicer pair of shorts and a blouse; clothes that wouldn't have been my first pick but I had a feeling I didn't want to be stirring any pots today. 

The door to the office was open and I could hear hushed voices as I approached; what I wouldn't give to know what they were saying. I knocked on the doorjamb and stepped inside. Dad was sitting in his usual place behind a large, ornate oak desk, and mum had taken a place in one of the high-backed reading chairs to his right. 

"Good afternoon, Jamiee," dad said. 

Dad was disarming that way. He was the one that gave me my nickname and I loved it when he used it, even though I knew mum hated the name. At least dad didn't look as upset as mum did, I noted as I took a seat in front the desk. 

"Hi daddy," 

"Come here, kid," he said, holding out his arms toward me. I went to him and smiled as he wrapped me into a warm hug and messed my hair, "You gave us quite a scare yesterday," he said, releasing me but still holding my upper arms in his hands. 

I bowed my head slightly, "I'm sorry; I really didn't mean to fall asleep," I felt like I was twelve years old again—I guess parents will always be your parents. 

"Let's forget about it then," he said, and I heard mum tut in disappointment. "It looks like you've been spending a lot of time at the beach while we were gone." 

I looked down at my arms and hands. The skin was a darkly tanned, as it usually was during a summer at home. "There wasn't much else to do," I finally admitted. 

Dad made some guttural sound I wasn't sure how to interpret, and then he and mum shared a look, "It might not be such a bad thing to have some downtime this summer," he finally stated, "After all, you'll have your," he turned to mum questioningly... 

"A-Levels," answered mum. 

"—Right, A-Levels, you'll have your A-Levels to take this year, right?" 

I nodded. 

"We expect you to do well this year. Next year will be college and that's a big step," said dad. 

Then mum spoke up, "Have you thought about which university you will attend?" 

"University College London," I answered quickly. 

Dad looked disappointed, "I'd hoped you might consider San Diego State," he said, wanting to persuade me to go to his alma mater. 

"And will Miss McGregor be attending there, too?" asked mum. 

"Most likely," I answered back, knowing that my mum didn't ask that question randomly. 

"Who's this?" asked dad, looking again at mum for help. 

"Jillian's roommate at school," said mum. 

"That's great then," he said, turning his attention back to me. "It'll be good to have a friend there. It should be quite an adventure," dad suddenly looked thoughtful and when he spoke he sounded much more serious, "Jamiee, your mother and I need to go out of town again for a while. I'm sorry we haven't been home much, but if things work out as we hope; I'll be selling my part of our business and officially retiring. This will give us a lot more time to visit our kids and grandkids." 

I wasn't sure whether to feel elated or depressed. I had hardly seen my parents for months, barely spoken to them even, and now they were off jet-setting to their next jaunt. But this was normal with them. They always seemed to be engaged in the lives of my brothers and their families, but somehow I just wasn't that interesting to them or hadn't done enough to capture their attention. 

"That'll be lovely I'm sure," I said neutrally. 

"Eventually it will be. Your mother and I only have one hard push left and then we'll be on a permanent vacation. I've got to be out of town for a couple of weeks, but your mum will try to get back sooner. Then I promise we'll spend some quality time together. And then when school starts, maybe we'll make it over there and you can give me a tour. I haven't been to England in years—it's probably time." 

"I'd like that," I said, and I actually meant it. Mum had come to my school a handful of times over the years when she would go and visit family, but dad had never been. 

"Your brother Brian will look after you while we're away," mum added, officially ruining my day. 

I wanted to shout that I didn't need a minder, but there was no winning this battle so it wouldn't do to waste ammunition needlessly. 

Brian was my closest brother in age, but he was still eight years older than me, and he was the one brother I had the hardest time getting along with. He had just gotten married last summer and he and his wife only lived about twenty minutes away by car, so that meant I probably wouldn't see much of him after the first day. 

"When are you leaving?" I asked. 

"In a couple of days," said dad. "We'll go out to dinner tonight and you can catch us up on things." 

This was going to be a long day. 

_-_ 

What in the bloody hell was I doing here? I asked myself for the thousandth time. I looked at my watch; it was half twelve. The street was empty and most of the house lights were off. Dinner with the parents had been excruciating and I was going mental sitting in my room. I had to get out, but moreover I had to resolve something that wouldn't quit nagging me. 

I knocked on the door for the second time and was about to leave when the porch light came on. 

The door opened and a disheveled Kyle Brooks appeared; his eyes still half shut with sleep, "Jamiee?" he asked, surprised. 

I stood there uncomfortably with my hands clasped in front of me, "Hey." 

Kyle ran his hand over his face and rubbed his eyes, "What are you doing here? Aren't your parents home?" he asked, yawning through most of the sentence. 

I nodded and absentmindedly rubbed my arm as a night breeze passed over my skin. It was summer, but the nights were sometimes a little too cool. 

"Sorry, get in here," he insisted, opening the door wider and stepping aside. 

I entered the foyer and heard the door close. I followed Kyle into the kitchen where he flipped on a single light over the island. I took the seat I had used before. 

"I wasn't sure you'd give me a chance to see you again," said Kyle. 

I looked down at the countertop, studying the dark swirls that ran through the granite. "I didn't either. I'm sorry, Kyle. I got angry." 

"I'm sorry, too. Would you try to chop my balls off if I gave you a hug?" he asked sincerely. 

A staccato cry escaped my lips before I could squash it and covered my mouth with my hand, but I nodded my head. A hug sounded nice. Kyle was there in less than a second, sweeping me up into his arms. He stood up, picking me up off the chair and leaving my feet hanging in the air. I wrapped my arms around his neck and cinched him tightly. He held me like that for a long time. I managed to fight down most of the tears, but a couple did manage to escape along with a sniffle or two. 

He sat me on the edge of the counter where I could look more directly at him, "I was worried about you, Jillian. I just wanted to talk to you." 

I sniffled again, "I know. I'm sorry," I repeated. "Miriam told me to go and I wanted to talk to you, but I just got so mad I couldn't think straight." 

"No baby girl. I'm sorry. And I know Miriam's sorry, too. She didn't mean it the way you took it; please believe that," he explained, "Miriam means a lot to me, Jamiee, and she didn't want to see the two of us get in over our heads. She knows how my other relationships ended and she wasn't about to let that happen to you. That's why I asked for her help. I've messed up before and I won't do that with you." 

"What happened? Would you tell me?" I managed to ask, needing to understand what had happened in the past. 

Kyle looked down at the counter, ran his hand through his hair and took a deep breath. He didn't answer for a long time. Finally he looked up at me, "To be honest, I'm not completely sure. We just sort of drifted apart. Things always started off so well, but then somehow—something happened and I would lose their trust. The hard part is that when it ended, it ended badly. They wanted nothing to do with me. It was like I had become a monster to them." 

"Was it because of the Lifestyle?" I had to ask. 

Kyle gave a kind of half laugh, half scoff sound, "I thought so at first, but most of them eventually ended up with another dominant, so they didn't leave the community... no, it was me. I'm the common denominator in all of it. I've got to accept that." 

"How many were there?" I asked, knowing I probably didn't really want to know the answer. 

"Five," he said. 

"And you're scared I might hate you like they do?" 

"Exactly," 

"So Miriam wanted me to leave so I wouldn't end up hating you, too?" 

"Partly—yes, that's part of it. Mostly she's worried that we were going too fast, which we were—I agree. She's tried to help me in the past with relationships, but I guess I'm not a very good listener." 

"So you still want me?" I asked timidly. 

"Like a drug addict wants his heroin," he said convincingly. "But you have to understand, Jamiee. I have this need to control women, to dominate them, and it's a slippery slope. Once you start, it's impossible to go back." 

My heart did a little pitter-patter when I heard that he still wanted me, because deep down I knew I still wanted him. 

"I'm trying to understand... I still want you, too," I said honestly. 

"Argh, you make this difficult," Kyle moaned, "You're like a beautiful little flower in my hand, but I'm scared to death I might crush it." 

"You haven't broken me yet," I smirked. Then I reached my hand out between us and grabbed his cock through his boxers. 

His cock instantly reacted to my touch and Kyle tried to back away a step, "You fucking naughty little minx," he hissed between his teeth. 

"Come on, Kyle. I don't want to go anywhere. I really like being with you." 

Kyle grasped my hip with his big hand and ran his thumb over my sex, "Still sore?" he asked. 

I shook my head, "Not anymore, I'm fine." 

"Won't your parents freak out if they find your bed empty?" he said, moving to stand closer to me. 

"Sure, but I've never known them to check on me in the middle of the night. I've got a few hours before I have to be back." 

Kyle grasped the other side of my hip with his other hand and then he pulled my hips closer to his. Next he shifted himself until I could feel his cock through his shorts as it pressed against my core. I felt my pussy quiver from the touch. Oh you poor little pussy, I thought. Chances are you won't be so little in a few hours. The thought made me giggle in excitement. 

I pulled myself in closer and felt the pressure increase; it felt amazing and I wanted more. His hand wound through my hair and his face came closer to mine. 

"Jillian, I don't want to hurt—" 

My lips on his stopped his sentence. I knew he was worried about hurting me, but I had never felt more alive than when I was with him. I could take some pain—it would be worth it. 

Our kiss deepened and my heart rate spiked. I gasped as Kyle pulled off my jumper, my shorts and my trainers. This was different; I knew he was responding to my demand, not nakedness he was imposing on me. His maleness and his sheer size would overwhelm me, but he was responding my desire. 

He pushed me to my back with his hand, leaving my feet dangling off of the edge of the counter, slid his hands under my ass, lifting my hips to his face. Then he planted his face directly into my cunt, invading me with his tongue 

I squealed at his aggressiveness and wrapped my legs and hands around his head. My chest felt like it was going to explode as my pussy gushed in excitement. He was rough and pushed his tongue into me deeply. Then he sucked directly on my clit and an explosive sensation rocked me. I felt several small bursts, like mini orgasms as he ate me. I reached down and felt his muscled shoulders moving as his strong hands lifted me up and always tighter against his face. I could feel the bone structure of his jaw, the abrasion of his teeth against my clit. 

"Come here," Kyle grunted through gritted teeth. 

He moved his hands up to my shoulders, lifting me to a sitting position. He pulled off his shorts, and then reached one hand under my arse again, sliding me through my own wetness that covered the counter to press my sex against his hard abs. He put his other hand flat against my back, pulling my breasts against his chest. He moved slightly against them as our chests came together, my nipples' hardness jumped to a new level! Then releasing me, he slid both arms under my thighs and lifted my knees to my shoulders and rotated my sex to trap his hard cock between my lips and his abs. I held onto Kyle's neck tightly as I felt something hard and searing hot touch my entrance. 

"AAhh!" I cried out in shock and delight as he entered me. "Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck," I yelled as I felt him fill me. I knew he was in every bit as far as he had ever been before, if not a little further still. 

"God you're fucking loud for someone so small," he said as he lifted me up and then lowered me onto his cock again. 

"Oh, holy shit, I'm fucking taking it," I exclaimed as I felt him go deeper than he ever had before. 

"Not quite, but you will," he said as he turned and walked toward the stairs and up to his room. 

I felt his cock push in deeper as he climbed each step and I couldn't help but cry out each time. 

"It's so much," I groaned as Kyle quickened his pace. 

The pain was intense—I grabbed hold of his neck and shoulders even tighter. My pussy burned more and more and I squeezed my lover even tighter. I wasn't going to use my safe word yet. I could take this. Each time he thrust in I felt a fullness and shortness of breath, followed by a brief emptiness and relief, but always the burn. 

Despite the stinging pain in my sex, I felt a rush of something I didn't understand other than to say that I felt euphoric. If this was a drug I knew it would make me an addict, I thought as worries and fears melted away. This was pure bliss and I didn't want it to stop. Kyle's skin began to feel slick as we started sweating from the excursion. 

I wasn't sure how long Kyle could hold me like this, but he didn't seem to be slowing down at all. If anything his pace was increasing. I knew having an orgasm wasn't going to happen, not with how much it hurt, but the drug-like-high feeling was powerful and I welcomed it. 

Suddenly I felt Kyle's finger push into my arsehole—I started to shriek and my body gyrated against his—his body began to shudder as he pushed in deeper and deeper. I felt something I had never felt before- something different. He was cumming inside of me, I realized. A man was cumming inside of my pussy - and cumming deeply inside of my pussy. 

"Kyle!" I gasped, "I'm not on the pill—I'm not on the pill," I said out of breath. 

He walked us over to the bed with me still impaled on his cock, and then he situated us both in the centre of it without pulling out of me. He was still raging hard. 

"Then I guess cumming into my cocktoy a few more times tonight won't make any difference, will it?" Kyle said teasingly. 

Teasing or not, I couldn't get pregnant, "I can't get preggers—, please! I'm not ready for that," I began to panic. 

"Shh, shh," he quieted me, "I've got a pill you can take in the morning so you won't get pregnant. Trust me, Jillian. I nodded, "Good, I'll talk to Miriam tomorrow and have her husband get you a prescription for birth control. He's a doctor." 

"Oh, ok," I mumbled, my heart still pounding and my body feeling the post-coital shockwaves of pleasure and pain. His cock was still deep within me. "You stuck your finger up my arse." 

Kyle nodded quickly and then began to fuck me again, "Someday I'll get a lot more than that up there. But right now I've got two more hours to try to get as much cum inside you as I can. I want you dripping all the way home." 

-_- 

Without fail, each experience with Kyle escalated a notch, or four. I walked back home after almost three hours of constant sex. After the second round, he had me tease his cock with my mouth until he was hard again, and then it was off to the races again. And he wasn't kidding about sending me home dripping with cum. The bastard never let me use the loo once, and then to add to the experience, he kept my knickers and made me walk home in only my shorts and blouse. 




My Life Ch. 05



I walked as quickly as I could, but I was already feeling the soreness set into my groin area. It was not just my vagina, my entire groin was aflame. I looked down at my bare legs below my shorts and the insides were slick with his cum that glistened in the streetlights. It was dripping out of me more and more as I walked, pooling inside of my trainers and making a squenching sound that reminded me of the sound of his cock working in my saturated vagina. Oh my god, how much was in me? I was glad I didn't forget to take the morning-after pill before I left, but would it work with this much of his seed still in me? 

It was easy for me to access the upper terrace from the garage side and from there it was only a few steps away to my bedroom window. I began to pull the window up when Maximus' face appeared directly in front of mine—I nearly screamed in fright before I saw recognized him. 

"Oh you stupid dog!" I hissed, as I put my leg through the opening, feeling for the floor. "You nearly gave me a heart attack." 

My toe connected with the floor and I set my weight down on it carefully as I turned and began to pull my other leg inside. I felt Maximus' nose at my calf and it tickled—I tried to drive my leg towards him to make him stop, but it only encouraged him and he began licking at the inside of my knee. It tickled and made me snicker as I finally made it inside of my room. I flicked on the desk lamp and found everything as I had left it. 

"Maximus," I yelled softly as I tried to push his head away from licking my legs, "stop it, that's gross." But his tail was wagging at nearly light speed. He didn't seem to care, and his rough tongue against my skin was doing a good job at removing any evidence. It felt...interesting, I thought as I sat on the floor and removed my trainers and then kicked them into the corner of my room by the door. I then removed my shorts and jumper and tossed them into the dirty clothes hamper. Sitting naked on the floor seemed to send Maximus into overdrive and pushed aggressively at me to get to the cum between my thighs. I held his head away between my hands but he shook his head and I lost my grip, and for a few seconds it was open season on my sloppy cunt as he dove in and licked at me like I was a toy full of peanut butter. I turned to my side and then to my tummy until he was standing over my bum, looking down on me. 

"Bad dog, Maximus," I scolded. I got to my knees and tried to climb to my feet, but suddenly I felt Maximus's paws over my shoulders and his weight knocked me to the floor. He nipped at my ear and I felt him begin to mount me. Panic grabbed me and I threw my arms onto my bed and tried to pull myself up. Maximus pushed me against the bed and for a moment I lost my balance again. 

No, this wasn't going to happen, I swore silently. I threw my arms out again and this time managed to grab the wooden bed post. Using it I pulled myself to my feet and out of Maximus' grip. He gave up and returned his front paws to the floor as I wheeled on him. 

"Maximus, no! Bad, bad dog! I'm not your fucktoy!" Memories of last summer came to mind when he was trying to hump a stuffed lamb mum had used as a decoration; he had completely ruined it and mum had been forced to bin it. The bastard was trying to make me his new little lamb. "I thought not having any balls was supposed to calm you down," I continued, talking more calmly to my pet. I sat on the bed and he laid his muzzle on my thigh, acting like nothing had ever happened. 

I pushed Maximus away and leaned against the bed post, a shower would have been brilliant, but mum would hear that and wonder why I had decided to have a shower in the middle of the night. 

With my legs semi-clean, I spread my legs and inspected my poor abused vagina. My lower lips were swollen and red and, while there wasn't a gaping hole there, it definitely looked more open to me: bigger somehow. Curious, I slipped my finger inside and removed a large dollop of sperm. Kyle's words of, 'all cum is precious,' came to mind and I put my fingers in my mouth and sucked them clean. How perverted am I, I giggled as I repeated the action several more times. I still had to pee, however, so I chanced a trip to the loo and used the toilet where another significant amount of Kyle's cum drained out of me. Sorry, Kyle, I thought, that sperm's not going in me this time. I found the ibuprofen bottle and popped a few of them into my mouth and swallowed. I was going to be sore again for a while. 

Finally, I climbed into bed and pulled the blankets up to my chin. Today turned out to be alright after all. If mum and dad were set on traveling the world, I was going to learn everything I could about sex. Now that sounded like a good subject to wrap myself around. I giggled at the unintended pun. I had six more weeks of summer before I needed to go back to school and I was going to make the most of them. I closed my eyes feeling more peaceful than I had in a long time. 

-_- 

"Jillian Aimee, what on earth died in here?" yelled my mother from the bedroom door. 

I sat up quickly and immediately wished that I hadn't. Oh fuck I was sore, like done a thousand sit-ups sore. I groaned and lay back down. 

"What's wrong, are you ill?" mum said. She moved to the window and slid it open, pulling back the curtain as she did. 

"My stomach's a little off," I complained, hoping that throwing a sickie might work to distract her. I watched with trepidation as she walked over and picked up my trainers and held them to her nose. Her head jerked to the side and she shot a glowering look at me as she dropped the shoes back to the floor. I looked away as she walked to the dirty clothes hamper and I started to wish a sinkhole would open up under me and swallow me whole. 

My fringe fell over my eyes as I looked down, but I could still see her in the edge of my vision standing above last night's clothes. 

A long, uncomfortable silence passed before she asked, "When?" 

I shrugged my shoulders but didn't raise my eyes to meet hers. 

"Do you think me naïve, child?" 

I shook my head, "No ma'am," I said quietly. 

"Who were you with last night?" she demanded, throwing my shorts at me. 

My mind raced a hundred miles an hour as I tried to think of something to say. I couldn't even begin to fabricate a story that would explain why my shorts and trainers were full of cum. I was found out and I had nothing. 

"I met someone," I said, feeling ashamed. I kept my eyes averted. 

"You met someone?" she said derisively, walking towards me, "And now you're spreading your legs like some kind of scarlet woman?!" she spat venomously. 

I looked up in shock, and exploded back in anger, "Yes mother, I'm a real fucking whore! Is that what you wa—" 

My head twisted sideways from the shock of her backhanded slap and I saw a burst of white light behind my eyes. Holy fuck that was hard. I felt a coppery taste on my tongue. 

"I did not raise you to go around having sex with whatever boy you suddenly fancy! This is unacceptable behavior and there will be consequences! You have no idea how disappointed I am in you." 

Consequences! I wanted to scream how unfair she was being, that her sons had all lost their virginity a lot younger than me and that you can't raise someone you hardly see or talk to. But my stinging cheek reminded me to whom I was speaking. Mouthing off to mum would be like standing on the railroad tracks, daring the train to take its best shot. With mum, you either got out of the way... or you got run over. 

"I can't talk to you right now," she said harshly, "But we will be discussing this with your father." 

That was the last thing I wanted to do, but I nodded my head meekly, trying to hold in any tears until she left. 

Mum grabbed my shorts from my bed and threw them forcefully back into the hamper along with my trainers. Her face was several shades of red darker than I think I had ever seen before and a thin vein pulsed at her forehead as she picked up the hamper and left the room. 

I was too stunned to cry, I realized. I looked around the room. It was empty; my faithful companion had slipped out sometime during the row, "chicken shit," I mumbled but knowing I would've done the same. I pushed my tongue against the cut on the inside of my cheek and felt the small cut where I was bleeding. I wonder if any of my brothers had ever been slapped that hard. 

_-_ 

I wasn't hungry as I tried to tuck into the eggs mum had prepared for breakfast, she was so angry she wouldn't even look at me and I actually felt sorry for the cooking utensils that were taking the brunt of her wrath as she threw them into the sink or slammed them onto the counter, but I wasn't about to make her more angry by refusing to eat, so I forced in one bite and then another. 

Maximus came out of hiding as I was eating and looked pleadingly at me to drop in a scrap or two. Which I did after making sure no one would see me. "I shouldn't give you squat, you pervy dog," I said under my breath. I touched the skin at my shoulders and felt the welts and scraps from last night. Good thing mum didn't see those, I'd rather pull off my fingernails than try to explain how my own dog tried to mount me. 

A movement caught the corner of my eye and I watched as Brian entered the kitchen. 

"Hey, it's the English bint I hear so much about," he tried to tease, completely unaware of what had just transpired in my bedroom with mum. 

He didn't know what that term really meant and I heard mum gasp, but I was quicker to respond, "Shut your bloody gob—Arsehole!" 

"Jillian Aimee, that language is unacceptable! You apologize to you brother this instant!" 

"Damn, what's got your knickers in a twist?" taunted Brian, trying to speak with an English accent that just made him sound retarded. 

"You're such a fucking git!" I yelled back and threw my fist at him as hard as I possible could. 

I struck him in the eye and he reeled back a couple of feet and clasped his hand to his eye. I wished I could have knocked him clear off his feet, but my punch had at least stunned him. 

"JILLIAN AIMEE BOYACK!!" 

Uh oh... 

I hardly saw my mum move she got around the table so quickly when she grabbed me by the ear and hoisted me out of my chair. A high pitched squeal escaped me and I grabbed at her hand to let me go. But mum has that unexplainable old person's strength and she kept her grip. 

"You will apologize right this second!" she screamed. I couldn't see her face, but I was certain it looked like it had in my room earlier. 

"Sorry, sorry, sorry," I repeated over and over, trying to keep myself on my tippy toes and keep my poor ear from being pulled off my head. 

"And you!" she turned her attention to my Brian, and in a slightly calmer voice said, "Never call your sister that name again. Do you hear me? You have no idea what that word means." 

To his credit, Brian looked terrified and it almost made almost losing my ear worth it. I wanted to laugh, but it hurt too bloody bad. 

"Yeah, okay," he said defensively, "Sorry about that sis. I was only funnin." 

Mum let go of my ear and I grabbed it gently with both hands, "Argh," I groaned more to myself. Fuck that hurt. I was getting my arse kicked by my mother this morning. 

"Your father and I have to leave for a time and I can't have you two fighting like animals while were gone," she railed. "Brian, you are to come here as often as needed to make sure your sister is doing well. You will make sure she's eating properly and safe and healthy. Am I clear?" 

"Yes, but am I seriously supposed to make sure she's eating? She's not three years old." 

For once I agreed with my brother. That was a ridiculous order. 

"No, she's not, but I need to be sure that she's taking care of herself—" 

"—I'm not going to starve myself, mum," I argued. 

She turned from Brian and her eyes blazed into me, making me wish I'd kept my mouth shut, "We left you alone for less than a fortnight and you probably lost twenty pounds, and you didn't have it to lose." 

"You are looking scrawnier than usual, sis," Brian chided. 

"Wanker," I mumbled. 

"Jamiee!" 

"Sorry!" I said again. So that was what it took for my mum to use my nickname. Interesting... 

"I mean it, you two will be civil until I return," she turned her attention to me, "I will be making arrangements for you to go to Bristol until the start of term. Your father and I will not be able to be here to watch over you every day so I'll have to send you to someone who can." 

"But please not Bristol, mum," I cried, not able to stop a tear from running down my cheek. "I just got here, please don't send me back already," I pleaded. I couldn't think of a worse punishment than having to stay with that side of the family for a month-and-a-half. 

"You should have thought of that before you—, " she stopped herself as she remembered my brother still standing in the room, "—consequences, Jillian. You don't get to pick those." 

I turned away, resigned to my fate, and sat back at the table. I noticed the downcast look on my brother's face when he glanced at me. What in the bloody hell was that look for? 

"And Brian," she began, "I need your help with this unless you would like to see your rent doubled." 

"Yes ma'am," said my brother, "I'll make sure Jamiee's taken care of while she's here." 

Mum nodded and I heard her let out an angry sigh as she turned on her heel and left. 

As soon as she had left and was out of earshot, Brian looked at me, "What in the fuck did you do?" 

"Why do you have to be such an arse?" 

"Me? You're eighteen years old and mom wants me to babysit you," Brian defended. 

I scoffed, "I know that's what mum wanted. But I'm not asking you to. I mean I haven't seen you or talked to you in almost a year, and the first thing you do is call me a fucking bint? Who does that?" I stood and walked swiftly from the kitchen, "God, this isn't worth coming home to," I said as I passed him. 

I ran to the garage, stripped off my clothes and quickly pulled my wetsuit on to cover my naked form. The neoprene felt odd rubbing against my nipples as I hopped on my bike with my board tucked snuggly under my arm. I rode as fast as I could out of the garage and down the street before anyone had a chance to stop me. Fuck everyone. I don't need this shite. 

Surfing wasn't my original plan, particularly because my lower body was so sore and it hurt every time I jumped to my feet while catching a wave. But after an hour or so I started to feel better as the soreness abated. The waves lost their shape in the afternoon and most of the better surfers left, but I decided to lie on my board past the breakers and think for a while. It was always peaceful out here by myself. 

I drifted like that for a long time, thinking about my mum and her never-talk-about-anything-real attitude, and dad's being so disconnected - why couldn't he treat me like he did my brothers. He hardly knew what was going on in my life anymore; he'd probably be happy if I sent him a weekly summary report like his managers did. And then of course there were my brothers. Except for Brandon, I'd hardly said two words to the others. Wouldn't they want to come and see me? Well, to be fair, I never called them either. What a fucked up family. 

And then there was Kyle. I didn't have enough room left in my brain to think about him very long. God, he was getting sexier every time I saw him. He was so real and when he talked to me I could feel his emotion. He really was a high-performance racecar that couldn't be driven at regular speeds. But even though he could be rough, I always felt safe with him, and he made me feel things I never thought possible. I couldn't imagine what life would be like if I spent another month with him: or a year...  

A shadow blocked the sun and I turned to look at what was causing it. A lifeguard boat was trolling to me slowly. I looked toward the beach and realized I had drifted a long ways away from shore. The red speedboat pulled alongside and I sat on my board, my feet dangling in the water. 

"You're a long ways out, Miss," said a fit lifeguard in his forties. 

"Yeah, sorry, I guess I kind of got a little distracted," I said. "I'm okay though." 

"Why don't you let me give you a ride in," he replied back. 

I leaned my chest to my board and was going to start paddling, "That's okay, sir. I'll start back now." 

"Listen, Miss, while I might make it sound like a request, it's not. Get in the boat." 

I looked up at him and saw that he was smiling, but that he was completely serious at the same time, "I guess I'll get in the boat then," I said. 

"Good answer," he replied and held out his hand to me. 

I took his hand and he pulled me easily over the side of the boat. He then reached down and pulled my surfboard from the water. 

I sat on a short-backed, padded chair and he handed me a red towel. Was it really necessary that everything is red? 

I took it and dried my face and hands. 

"I've got more towels if you want to take the suit off," he offered. 

I smiled and blushed as I confessed, "I'm not wearing anything underneath; I kind of left in a hurry." 

He laughed and sat behind the wheel of the boat and turned on the engines. I could feel their low rumble through the floorboards as it vibrated my feet. 

"So are you on vacation?" he asked as he slowly turned the front of the boat toward the main lifeguard station. 

"No, I live nearby." 

He looked at me strangely, "And you were born?" he led. 

"Here, I'm from San Diego." 

"Oh, sorry, the accent threw me." 

I smiled, "I live in the UK most of the year going to school there, and my mum's from there, so the accent kind of stuck." 

"Oh, well, welcome home then," he said cordially. 

"Thanks," 

"So do you have any friends here, or are they all at school?" 

I shrugged and then wrapped the towel around myself as the wind was starting to chill me; "At school mostly. That's why I usually just spend my days at the beach." 

"Not a bad way to spend the day, but I've got a son you're age if you're looking for a friend," he offered. 

Hmm, I thought about it for a minute. My first reaction was to turn him down, but, I could use a friend during the day. I was starting to get bored being by myself all day. "How old is he?" 

"Sixteen," 

"Oh," I said awkwardly. "I'm eighteen." 

"No!" he exclaimed. "Are you serious?" 

I nodded, feeling embarrassed, but not sure why. 

"Wow, okay, I thought you were a little younger than that. You'll be happy when you're fifty then and only look forty," he laughed. "I do have a son who's eighteen; he's in training to join his old man as a lifeguard." 

"How many sons do you have?" I asked. 

"Just the two," he answered, "and that's enough—believe me, Boys are a handful." 

"I think my parents would agree with you there." 

"Yeah, do you have a brother then?" 

"Four—and they're all older." 

"Are you serious?" he shook his head in disbelief, "I guess I have nothing to complain about," he then turned toward me, keeping one hand on the steering wheel of the boat, "I'm Jack, by the way." 

"Jamiee," I introduced myself, "thanks for the ride in," I added as we neared the small dock where the lifeguards moored their boat. 

"Rescuing pretty women is why I became a lifeguard," he deadpanned. 

"Hey, I didn't need rescuing, I could have swum back," I refuted. 

Jack laughed but didn't respond. He pulled the boat close to the wooden dock, hopped out with a rope in hand and tied it off with practiced hands. I scrambled out of the boat and he handed me my board in exchange for the towel he'd given me. 

"Seriously though, if you need a friend swing on by here in the mornings, my son's in the lifeguard training class but they're out at eleven. There's a good group of young men and young women that live close by. They get together quite a bit in the summer. I'm sure Casey would love to introduce you." 




My Life Ch. 05



I thought about that for a minute and it actually sounded like a good idea. It would be awkward at first, but it would make the summer a lot more fun if I had a group of friends my age to be around. 

"Yeah, I'd like that," I finally answered. 

Jack nodded, "Great, I'll let him know to look for you tomorrow. Come with your surfboard, it's easy enough to spot," he said, referring to the image of Smokey the Bear hitting a fire starter over the head with a shovel that was displayed on the top of the board. 

-_- 

The sun was nearly set by the time I put my board and bicycle in the garage. The house looked deserted except for a single light on in the family room. I walked through the grass, dragging my feet to try and remove more of the sand so I wouldn't track it into the house: sandy floors equaled a guaranteed row with mum. 

I went into the kitchen and poured myself a large glass of water. I'd have to see if I could borrow Kyle's Camelback again now that I didn't hate him so much... now that I was fucking him again, I smiled as the thought passed. 

"Where in the hell have you been?" Brian asked from behind me, scaring me enough to choke on my water. 

"Why the fuck do you care?" I spat back between coughs. 

Brian's hands clinched into fists and I could see immediately how angry he was, "Why are you so difficult to deal with all the time, Jamiee?" he said through gritted teeth. "I need to text mom and dad and let them know you're safe. They're worried because you just took off again." 

A few choice words came to mind about mum and dad as my brother spoke, but I pushed them aside, "You could've said, 'Hey, Jamiee, how was your day? Mum and dad want to know where you are so would you please tell me so I can let them know,' or something nicer than, 'where in the hell have you been?' the second I walk in the door. I'm not difficult, you're just an arsehat!" 

"God you're impossible! I don't care how much rent I have to pay because nothing is worth this headache," he said looking at the front door. His gaze then found me, "And you wonder why they send your ass clear across the world every year. You're just a spoiled, bratty child who throws a tantrum at the drop of a hat." 

I was usually very quick to return insults that were thrown at me. But Brian's judgment left me stunned and I was at a loss for words. He turned and left without saying anything else. Despite my most valiant effort, I sat down at the kitchen table and had a long cry. Sometimes I hate being such a girl. I hate crying: It makes my nose runny and stuffy and my eyes look like I just dipped them in battery acid, even though it does make you feel better in the end for some strange reason. Maybe it's just the body's way of purging all the shite in the system, like a sneeze for the soul. 

_-_ 

Rustling sounds downstairs woke me from sleep and I listened as I heard muffled voices and doors opening and closing. Mum and dad were getting ready to leave to the airport. I was tempted to lie in bed and see if mum would come and say goodbye or if they would only leave a note, but my heart didn't want to take the chance so I got out of bed, put some nice clothes on and brushed my hair out, hoping that my mum might notice the effort. 

It was quiet as I stepped off of the last stair onto the main floor. I looked at my watch. It was only five in the morning; still early. Dad's study was empty, his desk clean of any papers. My heart clinched and I hurried into the kitchen where the small light above the sink was left on. I ran to the window and looked at the driveway... empty. They wouldn't have... 

I spun and looked at the table. A folded piece of white paper lay in the centre. They left me a bloody note. I stared down at it for a long time, trying to decide whether to bin it or read it. Would it have something nice written in it, or would it simply say, 'have a good year at school'? Pulling out the heavy wooden chair, I slumped into it and rested my head on the table. I knew the school they sent me to was very expensive and mum and dad had always made sure I had what I needed as far as food and clothes, so I really shouldn't have anything to complain about. But I couldn't get rid of the feeling of envy and jealously I had for my brothers. They all lived in this home growing up, they attended the schools I walk by on my way to the beach, they dated and they had mum and dad going to all their games to support them. Were they just burnt out raising kids? Was I just the tantrum throwing, spoiled bitch that Brian called me? 

I sighed and sat up. I guess it didn't matter. This was my life and it was up to me to figure it out. I had to just let things go and make the best of it or I was going to be a very unhappy girl for the rest of her life. It took a few minutes to find my resolve, but I eventually stood up, crumpled the note without reading it and threw it in the waste bin. 

It was early and the waves would be good. Plus, I might meet some new friends today. And with mum and dad gone, all I had to do was take care of Maximus and I could spend as much time at Kyle's as I wanted. I could make this a good summer. 

Not many people like to get into the water so early on a Monday morning, so other than a few individual surfers, I had the whole place to myself. I'm not the greatest surfer in California, not by a long shot, but I manage to not look like a complete fool—sometimes. The morning was perfect and I even ate a little more than just sushi for a late breakfast. 

As the morning passed, I started to get more and more nervous thinking about meeting Casey and his friends, and more than once I thought about just going home. But I was in the mood to do something a little more exciting, and I was feeling the need to be around people; so I showed up at the lifeguard station by the main pier with my surfboard and waited. 

It didn't take long and a bloke with red board shorts and a Santa Cruz tee shirt approached, "Jamiee?" he asked. His hair was bleached from the sun and he had a thin build. He looked about average in height and his nose looked slightly crooked like it had been broken once or twice before. 

I nodded, "That's me," I said, and then asked, "Casey?" 

"Yep," he confirmed and I saw him steal a quick glance at my body. I wasn't sure what to expect today, so I had worn a rash guard top and board shorts over my bikini. I wasn't ready to wear only the skimpy swimsuit in front of a bunch of potential new friends. 

"Awesome," he smiled. Casey was a perfect example of what a California kid would look like with the tanned skin, bleached hair, and 'whatever' demeanor. "Are you hungry? I'm headed home to grab some lunch. My brother'll be there eventually and we can invite a few other over to join us. Wanna come and hang out?" 

I was hungry again, "Sure," I replied, and before I could say another word he had grabbed my board from my hand and motioned for me to follow. "Can we get my bike, too? It's back at the pier." 

Casey nodded, "So dad tells me you're from England," he said casually as we walked down the boardwalk to the parking lot. 

"Not exactly," I corrected, and told him a little about myself. 

"Dude that's really cool, you're like a world traveler. Like way higher class than the rest of us beach bum types," he joked as we walked to an old pickup truck. I don't know anything about trucks, but I knew this one was probably a lot older than I was. It was black and boxy looking, but it was in good shape and seemed well taken care of. He put my board into the back and we both climbed into the cab. 

"So you're going to be a lifeguard?" 

"Yeah, that's the plan. I'm just an intern this summer, but I should be full-time next summer. The only bad thing is that I'll have to work at one of the other beaches. Dad's like in charge of this station so they want me to work at a different one," Casey expertly shifted the manual transmission and the truck moved forward. We stopped for a minute so I could get my bike, and then soon we were on the five freeway going north. The windows were down and the wind blew in from every direction. I wrapped my hair into a ponytail and tied it off with a band I wore around my wrist. 

"So you'd rather work at the same station as your dad?" I asked. 

"Well no, I mean I guess it'd be okay, The Shores is just the closest to the house and so I wouldn't have to drive as far, and there are more pretty girls here, too." 

I laughed and enjoyed getting to know a possible new friend. He was relaxed and didn't seem to have a care in the world. We took an exit and after a few more turns, Casey pulled the old truck into a driveway that led to a simple house. The paint was peeling around the doors and the lawn looked like it hadn't been watered in a few years, but it was far from looking run down. 

"Home sweet home," he said and we both got out of the truck. Casey again grabbed my surfboard and he led me into the house. Inside there were a few pieces of furniture, well used and having seen better days, and a couple of old pictures on a wall by the front door. 

This looked like a house that only males could live in, I thought as I walked inside. It wasn't that it smelled bad or that it was filthy; it didn't, it wasn't. It simply felt utilitarian, functional with no frills, like a guy is. Not that I do much for decoration, but this place needed a woman's touch, as my mum would say. 

I couldn't think of a tactful way to say what was on my mind, so I just blurted out, "your mum doesn't live here does she?" 

If he was offset by my comment he didn't show it, "No, she died of cancer when we were little. I don't really even remember her. Dad never got married again so it's just us guys here," he explained, and then asked, "Why, is it that disgusting in here? Does it smell like shit?" 

I looked toward Casey and saw that he had a goofy smile on his face. I was worried about how I might answer his question, but I doubt I could say anything that would upset him. 

"No, it's just very different. It's like the complete opposite of the house I live in at school." 

He chuckled, "Well yeah, I can't imagine what the inside of an all-girls house looks like. Probably pictures of Justin Bieber all over the place." 

"No," I instantly denied, even though there were a couple of those, "but it does have a more feminine look about it." 

"You've got the coolest accent. Jason's going to love you," he said randomly, perhaps referring to a friend of his. 

I blushed and mumbled a quick, "Thanks," I said awkwardly, not sure if that was meant as a compliment or just an observation. 

"So, what goes on in the house at night, like on the weekends? Is it like a constant pillow fight between a bunch of naked lesbians?" 

"NO!" I cried out, but I couldn't help but laugh, "You wish!" 

"Well sure I do, I'm a guy, right? That's like every guy's fantasy, so don't ruin it for me." 

"Yeah, okay," I conceded, "You got us. It's a huge all-female orgy," I said sarcastically. 

Casey closed his eyes and smiled like he was imagining it, and he probably was, "I knew it," he said, looking way too happy, "But hey, take a seat and I'll make some lunch. I make a killer cheese sandwich." 

There was no dinner or kitchen table that I could see. It looked like the three men took their meals in front of the television using the sofas for chairs and an old wooden coffee table to support their plates. I sat on one of the sofa cushions and tried not to look too awkward—I felt so out of place. 

Casey soon dropped a paper plate in front of me with a well-toasted cheese sandwich. I took a bite as he sat on the sofa next to me. 

"Well?" he asked hopefully. 

"Not the worst thing I've ever put in my mouth," I said honestly. At least it was edible. 

Casey looked at me warily, "I guess that's good, but now I have to know, what's the worst thing you've ever had in your mouth?" 

"I don't know you well enough to answer that one yet." 

"Ha, okay, fair enough." 

We ate and he asked me the usual questions about England, boarding school life and dating. I learned from him that he and his brother, Jarod, were close and that they wished their dad would find someone to settle down with. Jarod eventually came home and joined us. He was only a year younger than his brother and was a senior in high school this year. He had darker hair than his older brother and had wider shoulders, but otherwise the two could have been twins. Jarod had offered to call over some of the girls he knew so I could get to know more people, but I was happy to chat with just the two of them. It was nice to be chatted up by two boys my own age, and I was always happier in smaller crowds anyways. 

"So what happened to the nose?" I finally asked Casey while we played a lazy game of Texas Holdem. I had lost nearly every hand, but it was something to do while we talked. 

He touched his nose and rubbed it under his finger while Jarod laughed, "I broke it when I was ten. We were riding bikes and trying to shoot each other with pellet guns—" 

"—He tried to shoot me but ran into a tree," Jarod interrupted, laughing hysterically at the memory. 

Casey laughed too and picked up the thread, "We were too scared to tell dad, so we worked together for a couple of weeks to avoid him. When he eventually did find out about it too much time had gone by and it healed this way," he explained and then asked, "Is it that noticeable?" 

I shrugged, "Of course it's noticeable, but I don't think it'll hurt your chances with the females. You should be fine." 

"So do you guys ever smoke at school?" asked Jarod. 

"You mean like cigarettes or pot?" I asked. 

"Both," I guess, he answered. 

"I'll smoke a cigarette once in a while when I'm stressed, but I've never tried pot. I know other girls that smoke it sometimes when they're out at a pub, but I don't see it very often." 

Jarod removed a small bag from his pocket, "Want to try it?" 

I looked down at the small bag of weed and a flashback of my primary teacher came to mind with her telling the class exactly how temptations to do drugs would happen. I've got to admit, she was pretty close on this one. 

I watched as Jarod removed a small, rolled up joint from the baggie, put one end in his mouth and lit the other end. He inhaled deeply and held his breath while he passed it to his brother. Casey did the same and then handed it to me. 

The sweet smell of the smoke came to my nose as I took the joint between my thumb and index finger. What the hell, I thought. It's only weed. I put the end between my lips and inhaled deeply, holding my breath as I had seen them do. 

I exhaled and waited as the joint made another round. Several minutes went by and I had taken a few hits but wasn't feeling anything. I looked at Casey and Jarod and they seemed to be enjoying it, but I wasn't getting anything. 

"Are you two having me on?" I asked confusedly. 

They both looked at me weird and laughed, but Casey asked, "Having you on?" 

"Yeah, I don't feel anything, are you two fucking around..." I paused, trying to understand what I was suddenly feeling. "Why does my nose feel funny?" 

Jarod smiled and laughed, "Yep, you're getting it." 

He handed it to me again and I took another deep breath and felt suddenly very light headed and like I was starting to float. I panicked and dropped the joint to the floor and then grabbed onto the coffee table at my feet. 

"Hey," cried Casey as he picked up the lit joint from the carpet. "What's wrong?" 

"I was starting to float off the ground," I whined. Fuck the weed, God had just changed the laws of gravity. 

"Relax," said Jarod, shaking his head. He pulled at my hand until my grip broke and then he pulled me to his side where I leaned against him. 

"Oh," I sighed, this was nice. Stress I didn't know I had felt like it was falling off me like the leaves of a tree in winter. "You smell nice," I said to Jarod. 

Casey laughed, "How high are you?" 

I couldn't help but laugh with him, "What in the hell is so bloody funny?" 

I felt Jarod laugh beside me, "She said bloody, haha, who says bloody?" 

"Everyone says bloody, you wanker," I protested. I took several more hits and relaxed against Jarod. It felt nice. 

"What's a wanker?" Jarod asked. 

I looked up and met his eyes, "It's a tosser like you." 

"And what in the hell is a tosser?" 

I sighed in exasperation, "Why are you not getting this? A tosser is what in the hell you are!" 

"Jamiee," Casey said, moving to sit next to me so that I was now between brothers, "What does tosser and wanker mean?" 

I relaxed again against Jarod, "A wanker is a bloke that wanks, and a tosser is a bloke that tosses - you know, jack off, masturbates, pound off, rub one out—" 

"—Okay, okay, we get the point," said Jarod as he put his arm around my shoulders, his hand landing directly on top of my breast. 

I looked down and was surprised to see that I only had my bikini top on. Where did my rash guard go? I looked around the room but didn't see it. That was weird; I don't remember taking it off. At least my shorts were still on though. I put my hands on top of my thighs making sure some little troll wouldn't steal those, too. For some reason, it made perfect sense that a small troll actually had stolen my top. I could even see him in my head if I concentrated. 

"I'll be the tosser and Jarod will be the wanker, that's fair enough," said Casey as he leaned into me. I was now sandwiched between them. 

"Did either of you see the troll that stole my top?" I asked, still feeling Jarod's hand on my breast. 

Casey shook his head, "It wasn't a troll, it was a garden gnome," he said as if it were the most natural explanation. 

"Oh," I said, "Those things really freak me out," I heard grunts of agreement. I tapped Casey on the shoulder, "Where'd the pot go?" 

Casey looked at his empty hands and shrugged. I looked over at Jarod as he was taking another hit, but he looked at me and shook his head. 

"You've had too much already, little girl. No more Mary Jane for the Brit," said Jarod. 

"Little? I'm older than you are," I said. I had intended to yell, but it just didn't come out that way. 

"Maybe by a few months," he gave, "but you're like half my size so you're little. And you called me a wanker." 

"No, I called you a tosser, Casey's the wanker." 

"Yeah he is," laughed Jarod. "He's a master wanker." 

Casey smiled but nodded, "I get a lot of practice." 

A long silence passed and Jarod passed another joint to Casey, but when Casey just held it there in his hand I took it out and had another deep hit. I was feeling ridiculously good now. I didn't have a care in the world. I looked at the clock on the wall, but the hands were frozen still, and I mean frozen like even the second hand wasn't moving. Staring at the clock felt somehow therapeutic. 

"Oh fuck bro," Jarod said, sitting up quickly. "You gave the J back to her. She's fucking toasted now." 

I heard voices, but they were muffled and sounded like the teacher in the Charlie Brown cartoons. 

"I thought you had it," Casey answered. 

I felt my body lift up and then I was lying on my back on something soft. I couldn't understand anything that was going on around me, but I felt fantastic. 

-_- 

"Jamiee!" I heard again. Why in the hell was I being shaken? 

"What?" I growled irritably. God, I was hungry. Why was I so damn hungry? 

"Is this it?" the familiar voice asked. 

"Is what it?" I said. 

"Your house—is this your house?" 

"How should I know?" I complained. I wanted to be left alone so I could sleep. It was dark outside so I should be asleep. 

"Because you live there, now come on, help us out." 

"Argh, we're getting nowhere," said another voice. 

"Come on Jamiee, take another look, is that your house?" 




My Life Ch. 06



Putting the note and the petals in the top drawer of my desk, I opened my laptop and Skyped my roommate. We talked for almost an hour before I started feeling too tired to continue. A hot shower and fresh knickers later I slipped into a restless sleep. 

The next day followed almost the same routine as the day before, except that I didn't smoke nearly as much marijuana as I had the day before. I found that only after a few hits, I was feeling plenty good so I stopped. A few more of Casey and Jarod's friend's came over, including a girl named Stephanie; my small circle of friends began to grow. 

An hour before the sun began to set, Casey dropped me off at the beach and I rode my bike home, still feeling the effects of the weed. My legs and my lungs were stronger now and I could make the ride with hardly any effort at all. I was torn whether to stop by Kyle's or not on my way home. It was almost a guarantee that I'd end up having sex if I went there. I knew I couldn't resist that temptation if I was there, and I was still a little sore from before. Recovering from sex was taking less and less time and the overall experience had become so much better, but I wasn't sure if I was ready for it tonight. 

I decided to at least stop by and say hi. 

The black seven-series BMW in his driveway made me change my mind, however. I knew it wasn't Kyle's unless he'd just gone out that day to buy a new car, but a posh high-class car like that wasn't his style. Miriam's face flashed into my memory and I was fairly certain that she was the owner. I turned my bike around and began to peddle away when I heard my name. 

"Jamiee," shouted Kyle. Damn, he'd seen me. 

I turned around and saw him and Miriam stepping out of the front door. I wanted to keep going, but it would be too awkward now that we had all seen each other. So I turned around yet again and met them in his front yard. 

"It looked like you weren't going to stop," teased Kyle, knowing that's exactly what my intention was. 

I shrugged and got off of my bike, keeping it between Miriam and myself, "I saw the car and thought you had company. I didn't want to disturb," I said, truthfully, then added, "Hi Miriam," I said so as not to be rude. 

She smiled at me warmly, "Hello, Jillian, it's good to see you again." 

I gave her a tight smile. 

"Can I talk you into coming with us?" asked Miriam. 

"Where to?" I asked hesitantly. 

"I was bringing Kyle over to my house for dinner, but I'd love to have both of you over... please?" she asked. 

"I'm all covered in sand and salt, I really need to have a shower," I said, presenting with an easy excuse. 

"Take a quick shower here; you still have clean clothes upstairs in the bedroom," said Kyle. 

Seriously Kyle? I'm trying to find a polite way out and you just sink my best excuse. The last place I wanted to be was trapped with Miriam—in her house no less. 

Seeing my hesitation, Miriam added, "No pressure, Jamiee. But I'd love to have you over for dinner. And since you two are stubborn enough to try to make this work, maybe I can give you some answers to your questions. Please let me help." 

Did she say to have me over for dinner, or have me for dinner? I tried to remember what I'd just heard. Miriam's sincere voice and charming smile were too disarming. She seemed so genuinely interested in me that I couldn't stop the answer from coming out of my mouth. 

"Alright," I'd agreed like someone had put me on autopilot. 

Before I could change my mind, Kyle hustled me into the house and up the stairs. I had my shower while Kyle watched, smiling the entire time and then dressed in a pair of Capris and a white tee shirt. Slipping my flip-flops back onto my feet, I was soon in Kyle's jeep as we followed Miriam's BMW up the Five freeway and then into one of the most exclusive neighborhoods of Del Mar. We went through two separate security gates and were finally at her home. It was breathtakingly large with a long driveway that led to its front doors. 

As we approached I couldn't help but admire the stonework around the base of the home and up the corners. It was real stone and not the fake looking stuff you'd see at Home Depot. The decorative window treatments also caught my eye; they looked like they were solid brass. 

We followed Miriam's car around the back of the home where the driveway led downward and ended at a garage door that was well hidden behind the house. The garage opened slowly and soon we were inside of the most spacious garage I had ever seen. There were several other high-end sports cars to the right, a waterskiing boat just in front of us and several jet skis next to it. My brothers would think they'd died and gone to heaven if they had a place like this. 

Miriam led us out of the garage and to a wide set of stairs. I couldn't help but notice the racks and racks of wines along one wall as we neared the stairs. And if I thought garage was fancy, it was nothing compared to what I found on the floor above. Darkly stained crown and base moldings contrasted sharply with the lighter colored walls. The wood floor looked scarred and pitted but somehow looked just as beautiful as the rest of the home. 

I took in as much as I could, but it was almost too overwhelming. We passed through a library that looked like it belonged in an old castle. The bookshelves rose upwards from floor to ceiling and a mezzanine walkway allowed one to walk around the perimeter of the upper shelves. This was a room I could die in happily, but we were moved along into the kitchen where, of course, every wall was covered with opulent alder wood cabinets. Opulent was the word that kept coming to mind. This home was over the top, and I had only seen a fraction of it. 

A slender, older man with thinning gray hair greeted us as we entered, "Oh, there they are," he declared happily. "Please take a seat, dinner is nearly ready." 

"Jillian," Miriam caught my attention, "This is my husband, Doctor John Brandt," she then introduced me, "John, this is Jillian Aimee Boyack." 

I extended my hand and he shook it warmly in both of his, "Welcome, Jillian, I'm so pleased to meet you." 

If I thought Miriam was charming, she was nothing compared to her husband—who I'd mistakenly thought was a butler when I first entered the room—that exuded charisma like expensive cologne. 

"Thank you," I said, "It's nice to meet you, too, Doctor Brandt—but please just call me Jamiee." 

He smiled so warmly I felt as if I'd known him all my life, "Only if you'll call me John then," he said with a wink. 

I couldn't help but nod as I smiled like a four-year-old girl seeing Santa Claus for the first time. 

"Perfect," then looking at everyone, "have a seat then," he said, "tonight's menu consists of wild mushroom soup, with a garden salad; to be followed by prime rib with peppercorn sauce, Parisienne roasted potatoes and glazed honey dill carrots." 

The food smelled marvelous and was better than anything I would have made at home. I really need to learn how to cook. Suddenly accepting Miriam's dinner invitation was starting to feel like a good decision. 

I waited until everyone was seated and the bowls of soup were placed before us before I ventured a small spoonful. The moment I put it into my mouth I closed my eyes and savored the taste. I moaned a small sigh as I tried memorizing the experience so I could remember it later. 

"To your satisfaction then, Miss Jamiee?" asked Doctor Brandt. 

I swallowed, "I thought I hated mushrooms. I had no idea..." 

John beamed. 

For the next hour, I did the best I could to eat as much as possible but found it difficult with all of the questions that Miriam and John asked me. They made me feel at home. The amazing food helped me feel relaxed with them and I found myself telling them about school and living in England, and even divulged a little about my family and my relationship with my brothers. 

After the main course had been cleared away Doctor Brandt brought out what he called his, 'deluxe mango crumble' and some mixed herbal tea. I went right for the tea. It had been forever since I'd had some, and that was something of a custom I'd gotten used to. 

"I thought you might like the tea," said Miriam, taking a cup of her own. 

"Thank you," I said, "I do," I took a small sip and enjoyed the heat that radiated into my hands. "My mum will make tea when I'm home, but I don't do it if I'm just by myself." 

Then the conversation got interesting. 

"So Jamiee, do you need birth control?" asked Miriam. I sputtered and choked my on tea, "Oh, I'm sorry, sweetheart. I didn't mean to shock you with that." 

I coughed several times before I could answer; Kyle looked more than mildly amused, "I'm okay," I said quickly between coughs. 

"Oh please forgive me. I forget sometimes that we're probably a little too casual when it comes to sex, or anything sex related for that matter," explained Miriam. 

I finally regained my composure and put my cup back on the table, "No, I'm fine—just wasn't expecting that." 

"Because if you'd like, my husband could take care of that for you; he has an office set up here in our home. He'd be happy to make sure you have what you need before you leave tonight, wouldn't you dear." 

John nodded happily, "Of course, truly," he said. 

I stole a quick glance at Kyle, but he was busy enjoying his dessert, "I suppose that would be a good idea," I finally managed to say. 

"Good, good," Miriam agreed, "because I'm sure Kyle is all too willing to cum inside your cunt without a single thought about possible babies." 

Holy shite, I thought to myself slowly, did people really talk like this in front of others? I felt as if I was in a movie or in one of my stories I enjoy reading before I go to bed. 

Noticing my discomfort, Miriam said, "Jamiee, you'll have to get used to being very open if you're going to be around Kyle or us. Being able to speak completely openly is a fundamental part of who we are." 

I nodded, "I understand. It's just different—it surprised me, but I'm okay." 

"Good girl," said Miriam in a tone that sounded firm but praising. "Jamiee," she said, calling my attention again, once I looked up she continued, "The only way to truly know if you want to immerse yourself into the Lifestyle is by trying it. Would you be willing to indulge us for say, thirty minutes, while my husband takes care of your birth control needs?" 

"Indulge you?" I asked. 

"Submit to me for only thirty minutes, Jamiee. You can use your safe word if needed, but I'd like to give you a taste of what the Lifestyle is before I send you home with Kyle tonight. Then you'll know if this is for you or not. If it is, then we'll spend more time together and I'm sure you'll get more of your questions answered. And most importantly, you'll know a little better about what you're getting into with Kyle." 

Again I stole a glance at Kyle and I could see him looking at me hopefully. 

Reluctantly, but also with a sliver of curiosity, I nodded my consent. 

"Good girl," she repeated, a smile widening on her lips. "Let's begin then shall we?" 

My heart rate increased and I felt a nervousness growing my stomach, but I nodded. I could do this. She was only asking for thirty minutes. I could take anything for thirty minutes, and after it was over, I'd at least know if this was for me or not. 

"A submissive," Miriam said slowly, "needs a name. So from now on, you will be known as little nymph," she walked around me slowly and then ran her fingers through my hair. "So small, so petite, aren't you little one?" she said rhetorically. 

I looked straight forward, trying to keep my heart rate down enough that they wouldn't notice it pounding against my chest. 

"Little nymph, why are you wearing clothes in my home?" she asked, pinching the shoulder of my tee shirt between her thumb and forefinger. 

I'd read enough and heard enough about being a submissive that I at least knew what to do here. I hurriedly apologized and removed my clothes, folding them neatly and placing them on the empty chair next to me. 

"Good girl," she said again, "I'm only going to speak of this one time, and then it will be your complete responsibility. What is your safe word?" 

"Panda Bear," I said softly, feeling a definite tingle in my nether region. 

"I hope you do try to make it the whole thirty minutes, but everything will stop if anyone hears that word," she confirmed. "John, please bring me a training collar." 

A collar! I shouted in my mind. I had fantasized about something like this a thousand times and just hearing the words from Miriam's lips made filled me with a sensation so erotic I couldn't begin to describe. 

John was only gone for a few minutes when he returned with a metal collar that was opened at one end. It was about an inch wide and maybe an eighth of an inch thick. It had several small half-rings welded at the front and sides. 

"Pull your hair out of the way, little nymph," she instructed and I did as instructed, holding my long hair up as she placed the collar around my neck. I felt the cold metal touch my neck and a feeling of numbing bliss wrapped me like a blanket. I felt her hand work as she secured the collar into place and then felt its weight when she had finished. The weight of it seemed to pull me down further into that peaceful abyss. 

Miriam ran a finger down my back, around my side to my front and then up to my right breast. Taking my nipple into her fingers she twisted it sharply. 

"Mmmm," I groaned but kept my lips shut. I had never tried squeezing them that hard before. 

"These would look wonderful with a little decoration," she commented to no one in particular. She then clipped a leash to the front half-loop on my collar and pulled me gently. 

"Come with us, John," she directed and her husband happily rose from his chair. Miriam then looked toward Kyle, "We'll be back in less than thirty minutes." 

Kyle remained at the table. I studied his features as I walked by, but he seemed full of every emotion at the same time and I wasn't sure what to think. He seemed anxious, but at the same time eager, and just as I looked away I thought I saw a flash of optimism. 

Miriam led me by my leash down a long hallway and across an enormously spacious room. This room felt like a medieval ballroom, I thought as I tried to use my peripheral vision to take in the scene. We then descended another staircase and entered into a room about the size of Kyle's master bedroom. This room, however, was obviously Doctor Brandt's office. 

A gynecological table was in the centre of the room and the far wall was lined with glossy white cabinets. Next to us was a built-in desk and chair, where John sat down and turned on his computer. Looking toward the other wall I saw it was completely covered with a mirror. I then looked up to the ceiling and found a number of shackles hanging from pins. The floor, too, looked like there were various styles of fasteners built into the concrete. 

"Are you afraid, little one?" Miriam asked, standing only inches away from me? 

I nodded but didn't speak. 

She put her hand over my vagina and inserted her middle finger between my lips. 

"But your little cunt is enjoying this, isn't it?" she said, slipping her finger deeper into me. 

I inhaled sharply and tried to keep my breathing under control. 

"On the table, legs in the stirrups," she barked. 

Again I did as instructed. I had to hop up to get my bum on the table, and then I turned and slid into place, placing one leg and then the other into the stirrups. I felt incredibly exposed like this. Miriam ran her thumb over my mons and tisked.  

"Now, now little nymph; I think to start your little journey, I'm going to permanently remove this," she said, rubbing the bottom of her thumb against the stubble of my pubic hair. "I have a practiced hand, though, so we should be done in time." 

Oh, my god! Did she just say she was permanently going to remove my pubic hair? Panda Bear, Panda Bear, I repeated in my head, making sure I had it ready. But how weak would I be, to use it less than five minutes into Miriam's challenge. Maybe she was bluffing, I considered as she stepped away. But I realized it was no bluff when I saw her wheel a giant vacuum looking machine over. 

I know my eyes were wide as I looked at the machine by the table, and they grew even wider when Miriam fastened my ankles into the stirrups. She never stopped smiling and she even began to hum an unfamiliar tune as she took each of my hands and secured it to the table over my head. 

She then removed a pistol-shaped tool from the machine; a heavy cable hung from the tool's base and was connected to the machine. Miriam pressed a button and then pulled a short stool up and sat down. Her head was now level with my pussy and she inspected me closely. 

"What a beautiful cunt you have, little one," she said, massaging the lips gently with her fingers. "Now John is going to be your official doctor so he'll need to ask you the typical medical questions; he's a very competent doctor, so you have nothing to worry about. If you ever need a doctor for anything, he'll be happy to take care of you," Miriam explained. 

She then brought the tip of the pistol looking thing down and began to work: a rhythmic pop, pop, pop sounded as she applied the tip to the skin around my sex. I had prepared for it to hurt, but I was pleasantly surprised that I only felt a slight plucking sensation and an intense heat. 

Doctor Brandt asked me about my medical history and Miriam continued to work as I answered her husband's questions. I stole several glances at Miriam's husband while we spoke back and forth. He had a gentle demeanor and came across as being very kind—the perfect combination for a doctor, I thought. But it was interesting to see how he reacted with his wife. He seemed unswervingly loyal but not exactly hen-pecked... 

"Now: you have very dark, thick hair, little nymph, so I have to go over your cunt several times to make sure it won't grow back. It might be a little sore tomorrow, but John will give you a cream that will help that." Great, more soreness, I thought as she worked. 

I felt almost in shock as I thought about what was happening. Was I really never going to have pubic hair again? I guess in a way this wouldn't be so bad: no more shaving or trimming wouldn't be such a bad thing. 

Miriam looked at the clock on the wall above her husband's desk, "Perfect, just enough time to do your armpits." I almost smiled. This I would do without any thought. It would be great never to have to shave there again. "If I had the time, I would do everything but your head and your eyebrows. I find this very therapeutic," she chuckled. 

"Now Jamiee," John addressed me, moving to the position between my legs and looking directly at my pussy, I wondered briefly why he used my nickname instead of the name Miriam had just given me, but the thought disappeared as I looked down at him. He was wearing the typical white coat you would see on any doctor and that made me feel a little more comfortable with him. "I am going to be inserting what is called an IUD, this way you won't have to worry about taking a pill every day. This will prevent any pregnancies for five years, but can be taken out at any time." 

"So Kyle will be able to keep your pussy full of cum all the time and you'll never have to worry about it," said Miriam while she worked. 

John gently placed his hand at my entrance and pulled my lips apart as he inserted a small t-shaped apparatus, "You may feel some minor cramping as your body gets used to it but if you feel anything too uncomfortable please come see me," the doctor continued to explain. I felt pressure as he pushed the device into position, but it wasn't unbearable. "One major difference you'll see though is that this will also limit your periods to maybe two or three a year." 




My Life Ch. 06



At that, I looked up in surprise, "Seriously, no more monthlies?" 

John smiled at me and shook his head, "Nope, not as long as this is in you," he confirmed and then said, "All done." 

Wow, this wasn't bad at all. 

"Well done, John. We're almost out time and I want to do one more thing," announced Miriam. 

I felt her release my hands as John did my feet. They helped me to stand and I couldn't help but look at myself in the mirror. The collar fit almost perfectly around my neck, and with the leash hanging from my neck it made the most erotic look as I gazed at my reflection. Oh fuck, I thought and that hazy euphoric cloud descended over me again. I looked at my bare pussy, realizing that it would always be this way now. It had its benefits to be sure, but it made me feel ten years younger like I hadn't hit puberty yet. 

Miriam turned me to face her. Then she lifted my chin until I met her eyes. She looked at me for several long seconds before her lips descended on mine and she kissed me. I felt her lips move against mine, they parted and I felt her tongue touch my lips. I instinctively parted my lips and felt her tongue slip into my mouth. Her lips pushed harder against mine and I couldn't help but return the kiss. I felt her hand touch behind my neck and she pulled me in even closer. Her tongue ran up one side of my tongue and then down the other. She was good and I felt myself melting into her, but I wasn't sure if I was allowed to touch her so I kept my hands to my side. 

Too soon she pulled away, her lips swollen and beautiful. She smiled at me and reached behind my neck. I thought she was coming in for another kiss and I found that I was hoping for that, but instead she removed the collar and handed it to John. 

"Time's up, Jamiee," she said to my disappointment. 

The euphoric feeling remained, however, and I hardly remember walking back to the kitchen. But too soon I was riding back to Kyle's house in his jeep. What a night... 

"Well?" Kyle asked as he drove. Few cars were on the street and when I looked to see what time it was I was surprised that it had gotten to be so late. The night had just flown by. "Jamiee, anyone home?" Kyle asked. 

I shook my head, trying to clear my thoughts, "Sorry, what?" 

"Girl, you were like a mile away just now. I was asking you what you thought about the half-hour with Miriam," Kyle said bemusedly. 

"Oh, right," I sat up in my seat, "to be honest it left me a little woozy. Kind of like when you take a deep hit of pot." 

"You smoke weed?" he said, looking at me sharply. 

Oops, I thought. I wasn't exactly sure what Kyle would think of that, so I simply said, "I tried it once at school, that's it, though." He seemed satisfied and he returned his attention to the road. 

We finally were parked again in his garage and then back into his house. Kyle's house was nicer than most, I knew, but you couldn't help but feel slightly let down after being surrounded by such opulence that was the Brandt's home. 

Kyle looked at me as we entered the house, "You look a little out of sorts; do you need to go home?" 

I looked Kyle in the eye, and never more sure than anything, said, "I need to fuck." 

A feral look transformed Kyle's features and in less than a second he grabbed me around the waist and pulled my close. In one motion, he pulled my shirt off and in the next my Capris were gone, ripping the button off as he aggressively pulled them down. I tried to reach for the belt of his shorts, but he held me by my waist and walked me over to the back of the sofa. Then he tossed my upper body over the cushion, I landed on my chest and felt him pull my legs apart from behind me. 

I had barely felt the tip of his cock enter when he thrust himself deep inside of me in a single push. I grabbed the cushion with both hands in a death grip and screamed into it, "Aaahhh!" 

"Now you're taking it like a slut," he said forcefully as he pounded into me. 

I felt him plunge into me deeply and quickly, setting a pace I'd never felt before. I was on the knife's edge between ecstasy and fear as I felt Kyle lose control and I felt a taste of how strong he was. My body shook as his hips met mine and it nearly knocked the wind out of me each time. When he had first entered me I felt almost triumphant as I was able to take him fully into me without too much pain, but as his thrusts quickened and became more powerful, I was taken by a whole new feeling. The burning that was slight in the beginning, became intense as Kyle fucked me harder and harder. I felt so helpless it scared me. 

I felt his powerful hands grasp me so tightly around my waist that I thought I was going to go numb and then the pace escalated even more. 

"Oh my god, holy fuck, I don't know if I can—Kyle—you have to slow down—I can't!" I screamed, but the pounding continued. "Panda Bear!" I yelled at the top of my lungs, another thrust and then another, "Panda Bear—Panda Bear!" I yelled repeatedly. 

It stopped: I fell helpless into the cushion and felt every ounce of energy in me drain away. I was soaked in sweat and my hair was matted to the side of my face. I felt Kyle withdraw and I covered my pussy with my hand protectively. 

"Of fuck," I heard Kyle gasp. His voice wavered and he sounded fearful. He came around to my side, picked me up and cradled me in his arms. He then sat down on the sofa, still holding me tightly and kissed my forehead. "I'm so sorry, Jillian. I'm sorry—I got carried away." 

He combed my hair from my face with his fingers and kissed my cheeks and forehead again, muttering his sincerest apologies over and over. I wanted to tell him that it was fine, that I was okay, but I had no energy at the moment and I felt almost lifeless in his arms. 

Finally, I was able to smile and raise my hand to his cheek, "I had no idea," I managed to say, my voice quavering. 

"Baby, are you all right? I'm so sorry," he said again. 

I nodded and ran my fingers through his hair. The hair on top was slightly longer and I could feel it run through my fingers. The hair on the sides and the back was so short it felt spiky to the touch, but I loved that texture, too. "I'm good. Thank you for stopping though." 

Kyle breathed in deeply and exhaled a loud breath, "I really am sorry. I was bursting at the seams all night, and when you told me to fuck you like you did, I'm afraid this bull just saw the color red and charged." 

"It's okay, really. I'll be fine," I assured, "Sore as hell tomorrow, but I'll be fine." 

"Are you sure?" he asked for the hundredth time, "you're alright?" 

"Yes, I'm not a china doll. I'm already feeling better," I said, and to prove it I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled myself into a sitting position on his lap and then leaned my head onto his shoulder. I ran my finger down the line formed on Kyle's chest. This man was so much stronger than I had thought, and I probably did feel like a china doll to him. And while that thought was slightly erotic, it scared me at the same time. "I need to start lifting weights if I'm going to stay with you." 

Kyle snorted, "I got carried away, Jillian. I won't let that happen again." 

That thought made me pause. I sat up and looked into his eyes, "Have you always had to restrain yourself?" I asked, "I mean have you ever been able to completely let yourself go?" 

Kyle shook his head, "No," he answered genuinely, "that wouldn't be a good idea." 

I felt bad at that thought because I had thrown all of my energy into it and abandoned all restraint. I leaned my head against his chest. "That must be hard." 

He hugged me in tightly, "Occasionally, but sex isn't meant to be a Strongest Man competition," he laughed. The thought made me laugh, too. 

"Sometimes sex is tender and other times more aggressive..." 

"But never completely unrestrained for you?" I finished his thought. 

I felt his head shake above mine, "No, not completely," he admitted. 

I felt his semi-hard cock stir under me. I released my grip around his neck and pushed his arms away from me. He had a puzzled look as I slid off of his lap to kneel between his knees. I rested my head on his lap as I took his cock into my hand and began to stroke it slowly. It had an immediate effect and I felt it swell in my hand. The lights in the room were still on so it made it easy to see every inch of his manhood. It felt hot to the touch and some precum was beginning to dribble from the tip, which I took and swirled around the head of his cock with my thumb. 

My hands looked so small around his giant tool, I thought as I brought the tip to my mouth. I felt my nipples harden against the leather sofa as I took him deeper into my mouth. Once I had him in as deeply as I could go I tried to relax and push the tip of his cock against my throat. I had gagged each time I had done it in the past and I almost did this time, too. I backed off before I did though and inhaled deeply before trying again. Over and over I would take him in until he touched the back of my throat, each time relaxing a little more until I could do it without the threat of choking. 

Kyle was now hissing as I went and weaving his hands through my hair as I took him in and out of my mouth. I wanted to try again so I took another deep breath and then pushed my mouth forward until I felt his cock at the entrance to my throat again. I'd read countless articles online on how to deep throat and I desperately wanted to be able to do it, but Kyle was so big I could hardly fit him in my mouth without scraping him with my teeth. Even with a maybe-larger-than-normal-mouth my jaw would still ache after trying to keep it open so wide. 

With my lungs full of air, I tried to swallow against his cock and I felt it go just a bit into my throat. It was the oddest feeling and I could only hold it for a second before I hit my panic button and I backed away to where I could breathe again. I ran my hand down his wet cock and smiled. I could hardly say I deep throated him, but it was a little progress. 

"You're killing me, Jillian," Kyle groaned as I stroked him. My smile grew wider. 

I crawled back onto his lap, stood up and guided his member to my slit. Slowly then I lowered myself down until he was seated completely inside of me. I held onto him and kept my hand on his hips for several minutes while I worked to relax. Finally I began to move my hips up and then back down, again keeping a slow pace. I wasn't worried about time. I didn't care if this took hours. My mind was made up to enjoy it and find the angles that worked for me. Maybe I was being a little selfish, but the look on Kyle's face told me he didn't mind. 

I continued the agonizingly slow pace for a long time and I could feel myself begin to feel shivers and my skin began to prickle. I shoved my hips to join his and dug my nails into his shoulder. My thigh muscles began to burn and I felt my breasts bouncing as I fucked myself on his cock. I felt my climax start small, but it quickly intensified until I felt it running through me at full speed. My strength went out of my legs and I collapsed into my lover's chest. I felt his hands reach under me and hold me up ever so slightly as he thrust into me a few more times. 

His head went back against the cushion and he spent himself inside me. I felt his erection convulse as he came. 

I was so tired I could hardly move. It was easiest to rest my body limply against Kyle's and try to catch my breath. I felt Kyle's arm at my back to support me and then he turned us sideways to where he could lay prone on the sofa, me lying face down against him. I felt his cock soften but because of our position it remained deeply seated inside of me. I didn't care; I just needed to close my eyes. 

-_- 

I woke up with a desperate need to use the loo, but I was sandwiched between a man's body and the leather back of the sofa. Using my arms I pulled myself up and onto Kyle's chest, but I was still asleep had no balance. I felt myself begin to fall towards the floor before strong arms stopped my descent. 

"What are you doing," Kyle croaked his voice groggy and tired. 

"I have to pee," I cried desperately, trying to escape his viselike grip. 

Kyle chuckled and relaxed his grip. I turned and got my feet under me and scrambled to the loo. I tried to wrap the sheet around myself by Kyle pulled it back, "This is mine, you're back to no clothes in the house, little nymph," he teased, rolling away from me and going back to sleep. 

"Argh," I ran to the loo in the buff, pressing my knees together as I went, trying to keep his seed from spilling onto the floor. 

It was a good thing I had that IUD inside of me, or I was certain I'd be preggers right now. I did the best I could to clean myself up after using the toilet, but it was hopeless. I was a mess. I left the loo and found Kyle snoring lightly on the sofa. I was in the mood for a hot shower, so I snuck upstairs and turned the shower taps to hot. 

Once I was sure the water was just the right temperature, I got under the spray and felt the sweat, grime and cum drip off of me. As I stood there with my eyes closed, the shower door opened and in stepped a still-half-asleep Kyle. He pushed the shower head over, sat on the tile bench under the water and pulled me close to him. Handing me the shampoo, I smiled as I took it and began to wash his hair. I felt him grab the soap and rub it across my back, bum and legs, paying special attention to washing my sex, gently running his soapy fingers along my skin. 

I leaned heavily against him, "I could get used to this," I said softly. 

"Hmm," Kyle sighed and I felt his head nod against my chest. 

"I have to go home and feed Maximus, though," I said. 

"I'm supposed to be at a house auction this afternoon. Will you come back tonight?" 

"Are you asking me?" 

"Yes," he looked me in the eyes, "I'm set on following Miriam's advice with you. I'm not ready to take you deep into the bowels of submission yet. If we get there, we'll do it slowly." 

I nodded. And I agreed, but I felt a stab of insecurity. 

"What is it, Jillian? What's wrong?" 

"Nothing," I said quickly. "I'm good—I was just thinking about what I have to do today." 

"Little one," he said more sternly. What is it about that voice that nukes my resolve? 

I sighed and looked at the floor, water rushing through my hair, "...What am I to you, Kyle. What are we, what is this?" I asked, gesturing with my hands as I spoke. 

Kyle hugged me tightly and the looked at me again, "I don't know yet, Jillian. Let's find out one day at a time, though, alright?" 

That wasn't the answer I was hoping for and I felt a wave of disappointment, but I swallowed it down and nodded as cheerfully as I could. I couldn't help but want that knight in shining armor to declare me his girlfriend and live happily ever after. 

_-_ 

I knew it would be late in the morning when I'd get to the beach, so I left my board in Kyle's garage and only took my bike. It was fun to ride up and down the boardwalk and people-watch. But it was too hot today and I was soon soaked with sweat and my shirt was clinging to my back. I eventually found my way to the lifeguard station but Casey was nowhere to be found. I wonder where he is. 

With little else to do, I rode up the bike path. The sun was unbearable, but for some reason I had it in my head to see if I could make it all the ways to Casey's house. It took nearly an hour to get close and another ten minutes of riding around the different blocks until I spotted their house. The old Ford truck was still in the driveway so I thought I'd at least knock and try to get a glass of water. 

The door opened on the second knock, but it wasn't Casey or Jarod that answered the door. There stood their dad, dressed casually in faded jeans and a tee shirt. 

"Hey, it's the English girl—Jamiee, right?" he asked. 

"Yes sir," I smiled, uncomfortable because I couldn't remember his name, "How are you...Casey's dad?" 

He laughed but took mercy on me, "Its Jack," he said and then asked, "Were you looking for Casey and Jarod—were they supposed to meet you today?" 

"Oh, no sir. I was just in the neighborhood and thought I'd say hi." 

Jack looked skeptical, "Sorry, Jamiee, but they went to Las Vegas with some friends. They scored some concert tickets and kind of took off last minute, but they're supposed to be home tomorrow—you look like you could use something to drink, would you like to come in out of the heat for a minute?" 

Normally, in a situation like this, I would have turned him down. But I was so thirsty and I felt burnt to a crisp by the sun I couldn't help but accept, "That would be wonderful." 

He stepped aside and let me into the house. I felt the cool air touch me face and I breathed in deeply. Casey's dad left the door wide open, which I thought was odd since it was so hot outside. 

"I try not to turn on the AC too much to keep the power bills down, but it's too hot for that today," he said as he led me into the back room. I couldn't help but steal a glance at the place where I'd gotten high just a day before. "I'm afraid I don't have any tea," he said jokingly, handing me a bottle of water. 

"This is perfect—thank you," I said, taking the bottle greedily. I twisted off the top and drank half the bottle before I took a breath. Water had never tasted so good. 

"Jamiee, did you just ride here from the beach?" 

I nodded and drank more. 

"That's not a smart thing to be doing in this heat. Why don't you take a seat under the vent over here and cool down for a few? You're lucky you didn't get a case of heat stroke," he admonished, handing me another bottle. "I'm going to call my neighbor to come over and then I can give you a ride home if you'd like." 

"Oh no, sir, please don't. I'm fine to ride back—I think it's mostly downhill anyways." 

"Please Jamiee, call me Jack, or Mr. Sanders if that's more comfortable. I'm not a sir kind of guy," Mr. Sander's laughed. 

I nodded in agreement and watched him make a phone call. 

I hadn't realized that I had stopped perspiring, but as soon as I had some water back in my system, I felt my pores open up and beads of sweat roll off of me. "Thank you for the water, Mr. Sanders. I guess I was thirstier than I thought." 

"Never a problem," he said and motioned for me to drink more. "I've got the keys to Casey's truck, so when Kathy gets here I can give you a ride back to your house." 

Not having to ride all the way home was sounding like a better and better idea I realized as I felt how tired my legs were. I wondered who this neighbor was, though, maybe a love interest, I smiled. "Is Kathy a friend of yours?" I asked, trying to be subtle but hoping to get more than a simple 'yes' for an answer. 

"She is," Mr. Sanders said, "I've known her and her husband for almost twenty years, they're great people." 

Hmm, that didn't help much. Well, I tried. 

"So Casey seems pretty excited to finish his internship," I said, trying to fill the silence. 

"He is, and he's come a long ways. But getting my boys to take things as seriously as I think they should is a constant challenge." 

"My parents would probably say the same thing," I agreed. 

Mr. Sanders smiled, "You seem like a good kid, Jamiee. I highly doubt you've caused your folks any grief whatsoever." 

I snorted and almost choked on my water, "Er, not quite." 

He looked at me skeptically but then smiled, "They're good boys, and god knows I didn't take much very seriously when I was that age. It wasn't until I had been a lifeguard for a few years and started getting more responsibility that I started to make some changes. So I'm hoping the same happens for Casey." 

"You like your job? It has to be hard to deal with all the arses out there." 




My Life Ch. 06



Mr. Sanders laughed but gave me an agreeing smile, "That's the truth, but it's a job that gives me a chance to serve others, and that's the only time I've been truly happy." 

"Sounds like a noble calling," I said genuinely. 

"I don't know about that, but learning to look beyond yourself is key, Jamiee. Trust me on that one." 

"—Hello?" called a very large woman from the front door: a very large woman. 

I raised an eyebrow high on my forehead as I looked at her. She was wearing a tight shirt—no, more like testing the capacity of its seams. Definitely not a love interest, I concluded. 

"Thanks for coming over, Kathy," he greeted, "I need to give this young lady a ride home if you don't mind taking a car ride." Kathy agreed without hesitation and I realized I'd soon be scrunched up next to her in the small space of the truck. 

Maybe a long bike ride in the heat wasn't such a bad idea. 

_-_ 

Seeing Brandon, Derek and Brian in the driveway didn't exactly surprise me but seeing my brother Dean did. I hadn't seen him in so long... 

I jumped from the truck as soon as Mr. Sanders put it in park, ran to Dean and threw my arms around him, "I can't believe you're here," I said, truly happy that he was here. He had joined the Navy out of high school and had been on one deployment or another for nearly the entire time I was in school. Seeing him here shocked me and even more so how much he'd changed. 

"Hey firefly, it's been a long time hasn't it," he said, returning my hug. 

I squeezed his arm, "You've grown a little since I last saw you," I said. He wasn't as tall as my other brothers, but he looked like he was made of bricks. There was no way the others would try to prank him ever again. 

"I see you haven't," he teased right back. 

I heard the truck door close and I suddenly remembered Mr. Sanders and Kathy. I turned around to see Brandon and Dean greeting them and I ran over ready to do damage control. 

"...She's friends with my sons and a few other of the neighbors," I caught Mr. Sanders saying, "But they weren't home today so we gave her a ride home." 

"We're grateful, thank you," said Brandon sincerely. 

Dean removed my bike from the back of the truck and seconds later my ride was headed away from the house, leaving me alone with four very upset men. I turned around and tried to give and innocent smile, but it wilted against their dour glares: except Dean, but that was probably because he hadn't had a chance to hear the others bad mouthing me. 

Brandon pointed to the front door as Dean wheeled my bike into the garage, "Inside," was all he said. 

Seeing no better options, I went into the house. Brandon directed everyone to the family room where he directed me to sit at the piano bench; however, instead of sitting at the sofas, they grabbed the stiff chairs from around the dining table and formed a semi-circle in front of me, Dean and Brian straddling theirs and leaning their chests against the backrest. 

"What—is this some kind of intervention?" I asked snidely. 

"Drop the attitude, firefly," said Dean, not unkindly but with a firmness I'd never heard from him before. 

I scrunched my lips together and saluted playfully, "Yes sir," I said coyly but his serious bearing surprised me, "sorry," I quickly added. 

"Okay, let's start with where you were last night," said Brandon. 

"Where were you?" I shot back. 

"I'm asking the questions here," he said sternly. 

"Yeah, whatever," I said, rolling my eyes but not answering the question. 

"Well?" 

"None of your business," 

Brian scoffed and looked toward the ceiling, "See, I told you she was going to be like this," he said, making me almost want to answer just to prove him wrong: almost. 

"It is our business, Jamiee. You're not old enough to be able to do what you want—you still have to obey mom and dad's rules," said Brandon 

"But I'm eighteen—," 

"—you're still in high school," interjected Brian. 

"Not really, I'm taking university coursework, too. It's different at my school." 

"We're not going to split hairs here, Jamiee," continued Brandon, "the bottom line is that mom and dad still pay for everything, so you need to get your ass in line. Why don't you at least answer your phone or send someone a text once in a while?" 

"I lost my phone," I felt my blood pressure rising by the second, but I really didn't want to argue with my brothers. I took a few calming breaths and forced myself to relax. 

"Then let's get you a new one, it'd help if people knew where you were," said Brandon. 

"—Jamiee lost three phones in two months so mom and dad gave up trying," Brian informed his brother, having been involved in several discussions with his parents concerning his sister. 

"Look," I began, trying to keep the anger out of my voice. "I don't want to fight with you guys," I managed to say, struggling to retain control, but I felt that stinging in my eyes that meant that tears were welling, "I don't remember the last time I saw all of you together," several tears streaked down my cheek and I wiped them away quickly with my hand, "Fuck I hate being a girl," growled more to myself, angry that they were seeing me cry. 

"Jamiee," said Brandon, his voice much kinder. I looked up. "I've never in my life seen mom so angry than she was with you before she left. I have no idea what you did, but it had to have been bad because trust me—we've all pulled some shit, and we never managed to get her to the level you did. That's saying something." 

"Yay for me," I said sarcastically, twirling my finger lazily in the air as I did. 

"Are you serious?" said Dean, having missed the fireworks, "Angrier than the time we dug a hole in the backyard trying to catch a bobcat when we were kids—," 

"—and she fell into it," finished Brian, laughing hysterically. 

Brandon gave the other brothers a hard stare and they quickly fell silent. 

"Firefly," Dean spoke, looking back at me, "you're not doing yourself any favors by disappearing, hanging out at the beach and taking off whenever you feel like it." 

"Probably not," I conceded glumly. 

"What did you do anyways?" asked Brian. 

I stifled a snort. What hadn't I done was an easier question: I mean what was I going to say—I fucked a friend of yours, had sex countless times with my roommate, gotten high... There were other things, too, but mum only really knew about one of those, and strongly suspected another. 

I finally looked up, "I will never tell," I said firmly, which was met with awes of dismay and further prodding. "No," I said again, "I'll take it to my grave." 

Brandon held up his hands in surrender, "Fine—fine, your business then." 

Derek leaned forward, "Jamiee, you've got to give a little here. Otherwise, we'll have to lock your ass in the closet the rest of the summer." 

I paled at the thought of being inside a closet for a minute, much less the entire summer. I'd been cursed with claustrophobia since as far back as I can remember. Small, dark places were places to avoid. 

Surprisingly Brian butt in, turning to me, "He's not serious, Jamiee, there won't be any closets." 

"Oh yeah," Derek said, remembering the last time I got locked into a closet; a memory that still terrifies me today if I let myself think about it. 

My heart softened slightly at Brian for remembering that. 

Brandon began again, "Can we trust you to at least come home tomorrow night at a respectable hour? If not, you're not leaving the house, sis." 

I scrunched my lips in frustration at having to think about tomorrow. I hadn't given any thought about what my plans were going to be other than ending the day with Kyle's cock up my cunt. I almost smiled at the thought. Hearing my oldest brother's ultimatum I looked at the other three, each one gave me a consenting nod that they were all in agreement. 

"Fine," I finally gave in, "I'll be home by eleven." 

"Make it ten," said Brandon, "Mom will be expecting you to call her." 

"Fine," I said, feeling like I'd just been beaten. 

_-_ 

I arrived at the beach just before sunset and was surprised to see no one in the water when I first looked out at the waves. My surprise turned to disappointment, however, when I noticed about a dozen surfers standing in a semi-circle next to a lifeguard truck. I recognized most of the surfers there; they were the usual suspects you'd expect to see here on a weekday morning. 

The lifeguard truck pulled away just as I approached the closest surfer. I didn't know his real name, but I had spoken to him a number of times in the past. People called him Cracker and he was a serious deadbeat surf bum who lived out of his van and bought food with an EBT card. 

"What's going on?" I asked. 

"Oh hey, chica," he said, sounding as stoned as usual, "No fun today, the landlords are out." Landlords being the nickname given to sharks that would occasionally show up and force the lifeguards to kick us out of the water. 

Wow, maybe smoking pot wasn't such a good idea, I thought as I listened. A sudden image of Cracker as a clean cut, professional type flashed into my mind as what he might look like if he'd stayed away from the weed. 

With the day being shot, I rode back to Kyle's house, hoping to find another way to entertain myself. But no one was home. It was too early to go to the library so I just went home and spent a couple of hours watching Sherlock Holmes on Netflix. I'd seen the episodes before, but seeing parts of London in the background and hearing normal people speak was relaxing. 

Today was shaping up to be the most boring day of my life—at least being home by ten wasn't going to be a problem. I took a basketball outside and tried to make a basket, I think I made two out of probably fifty tries. Then I tried to get Maximus to fetch a stick I found in the garden, but trying to get a boxer to fetch anything is an exercise in futility. 

"I bet if this stick was covered in cum you'd fetch it," I said sarcastically to Maximus as he stared at me in confusion. 

With nothing else to do, I even tried calling a couple of old friends I used to know years ago, but no one answered. I changed into a pair of cargo shorts—I liked them because they were short and made my legs look longer—and an old, green tee shirt with an Army logo on the front and headed to the beach. Mr. Sanders did say that Casey would be back today, so I was hopeful that I might catch him. 

It was late in the afternoon at the boardwalk when I finally got a break. A lowered, tricked out Honda Civic pulled up next to me and an oriental girl called out to me. 

"Jamiee—Hey, how are you?" 

It took me a minute to recognize her as the sun was shining directly into my eyes, but her voice triggered my memory, "Oh, hi Stephanie," I replied to the girl I'd gotten to know at Casey's house. 

The car pulled to the curb and the backdoor opened, "We're headed to a rave tonight, want to come?" 

I didn't know much about raves, other than it was where a lot of people did ecstasy and liked to stare into glowing objects, listening to loud music. Yeah, that did kind of sound like fun. 

"Sounds fun," I said, wishing I hadn't promised my brother's I'd be home at all, "But I have to be home by ten tonight." 

"That's okay," said Stephanie, her smile growing. "Scott here has to work tomorrow, too, so he's like leaving early. I'm sure he wouldn't mind dropping you at home." 

The driver, also oriental, looked at me and smiled, "Sure, let's go." 

I looked back at Stephanie as she was waving me into the car, "Are you sure we can be back at ten? I can't be late," I asked the driver. 

"Yep, positive—if I'm late again I'll be fired, so don't worry, we'll leave plenty early." 

"Alright," I said, letting myself get talked into it. 

I climbed into the back of the car and Stephanie gave me a big hug, "Thank you, thank you, thank you," she said, kissing my cheek, "All my other girlfriends bailed out on me—bunch of bitches—that's Jason by the way," she said, pointing to the passenger in the front seat, her words slightly slurred. 

"Are you already drunk?" I asked. 

She smiled and grabbed my hand where she placed a small pill that looked like a candy smarty. She then handed me a glass bottle of Bacardi. 

When I hesitated she pushed my hand toward my mouth, "Just take one, you're too much of a lightweight for more. I promise you'll hardly feel it. You'll just feel really good for a while." 

I put it on my tongue and swallowed and then tried a small sip of the alcohol. 

"Fuck!" I gasped as it burned its way down my throat. I handed it back to Stephanie, "You can keep that shit," I said, blinking back tears from my eyes. 

She laughed, "It's not for everyone," she said and then took a strong pull. 

I looked around the car and was amazed; this didn't look like any car I'd ever been in before. There were gauges all over the dashboard, steel bars running around the windows and over my head, two fire extinguishers fastened near the doors and the two front seats had several wide seatbelts at the shoulders and the waist. 

Stephanie moved over and sat almost in my lap, her long, black hair running over my arm, "Scott likes to race. He's been working on this car forever," she said. 

"Oh," I looked outside; I was definitely feeling something different. It was different than the pot high, though, this felt like I was being energized slowly. I felt amped and things began to look a little blurry to me. 

"Feelin' it?" Stephanie asked. 

I nodded, I was feeling something. Stephanie rested her head on my shoulder and her hair again moved across my skin. It felt so erotic I wanted to moan—I think I might have. I ran my fingers through Stephanie's hair and smiled, it was so smooth it felt like silk touching my skin. I was jealous, mine was much more course and thick than that. 

"Hmm," Stephanie cooed, "that feels nice." 

I felt her hand rest on the top of my thigh as she began to twirl her finger in small circles on my skin. Today was turning out better than it had started, I thought as I touched Stephanie's back across her shoulders. She looked at me and smiled, her lips looked amazing and I couldn't help but stare at them. 

"Have you ever kissed a girl?" she asked. 

I nodded and her smile grew. I felt a surge of energy start at my fingers and move to my chest like someone had turned up an amplifier to max, and I had to breathe deeper and faster. Suddenly we were kissing passionately, each of us trying to out kiss the other like it was some kind of competition. I heard laughter and voices from the front seat, but the blood pounding through my ears soon drowned out all sound apart from Stephanie. 

I felt Stephanie pull my shirt up as she began to give my breasts love bites. Ouch, she could really suck hard. I pushed back at her and tried to do the same, but she resisted and it became a wrestling match as we each of us tried to get position over the other. Luckily Stephanie is almost exactly my size so I was able to finally get her shirt up and my mouth locked onto a nipple. 

I sucked as hard as I could on her tit and then thrust my hand down the front of her shorts until I could feel her pubic hair at my palm. She thrashed around fiercely trying to get back on top of me, but she froze still when I slipped my finger into her cunt. She was soaking wet and my finger plunged in with no resistance. It was then that I realized how slick with sweat she was. I was breathing heavily as I thrust my finger in and out of her pussy and I had to wipe drops of perspiration from my forehead onto my arm. I was soaked with sweat, too. 

Stephanie came back to life when I pushed in a second finger and she grabbed the front of my shorts, pushing her hand down under my knickers just as I had done to her. We fingered and kissed each other with every ounce of energy we could and the battle soon became who could give the most love bites to the other. I couldn't explain the feelings I was having. I felt possessed, but not by a sexual need as much as a physical need to just burn energy. 

My hand slipped off of the seat. Stephanie was able to wiggle her way around so that she was on top of me her head quickly moving toward my crotch. I felt her hands push my shorts down to my knees and then her nose and mouth push into my pussy. 

"Oh, you bitch!" I growled and pulled her legs to each side of my head so I could return the favor. The leather seat beneath me was slippery and I felt myself slide as the car turned and shifted directions. Using my hands, I held onto each of her thighs tightly and pressed my mouth into her cunt. Time didn't mean anything to me anymore as I only wanted to eat Stephanie's cunt harder and deeper. All thoughts other than trying to burn energy and exert my body faded into the background. 

With my face firmly planted deep into her pussy I hugged her body tightly to mine. I head a door open and a cool breeze touched my skin. A sexual frenzy kept me bound, and I tried harder and harder to make Stephanie cum, hoping that might bring the release I needed. But no matter how hard I tried, it eluded me. 

Frustrated I pushed Stephanie over and was about to try from a different angle when agitated voices caught my attention. Stephanie sat up, too and looked at me. I shook my head in confusion and she looked to the front of the car. 

"Are we there yet?" she shouted to Scott. 

Scott and Jason both turned around and laughed. Scott drove and Jason explained, "Are you fucking kidding me? You two have been going at each other for like two hours—sexy as fuck—but a race just got thrown down. We're headed there first." 

"What?" screeched Stephanie, "I thought we were going to the rave," she pouted. 

"We will after, but I've got to try out my new mods," said Scott hurriedly. 

"I can't believe I'm saying this, but you two need to get dressed, we're almost there." 

The car turned suddenly and I fell against the door and Stephanie slammed into me, "Ouch, slow down!" yelled Stephanie. 

I pulled my shorts back up and pulled my shirt down just as we drove into the middle of a large crowd of people. Jason lowered his window and drove up to someone standing in the middle of the crowd. Next to us was a bright green car with dark windows. It had two large exhaust pipes protruding out under the back bumper and blue neon lights shining from underneath the body. 

"...let them out," I caught Scott say to the person standing outside his window. 

"No time, man. Cops are already on their way. Besides, his car's full, too, so it's fair. If you're gonna' do it—it has to be now." 

My brain hardly registered what was happening. I felt paralyzed with fear as I looked to the car door for the handle. I had to get out. Stephanie was screaming at Scott and Jason, but I couldn't understand the words. Jason pushed her back and that's when I felt a powerful force throw me back into the seat, it felt like I was on the superman ride at Six Flags only this wasn't a ride I wanted to be on. I looked out the window and saw the green car only feet away from us—lights, buildings, trees passed us in a blur as we rocketed down the street. I hear yells and shouts from every direction. What the fuck had I got myself into? 

I took a deep breath and closed my eyes. Chances are this might end up as just a scary experience. After all, street races happened all the time. But the thought came to mind, 'sometimes they didn't' and I felt another wave of fear begin to build in my stomach. At that moment, everything began to happen in slow motion. I had no idea how fast we were going, but it felt like I could've stepped out of the car and just walked away—it felt so surreal. Stephanie, too, moved in slow motion as she tried to yell at the driver to stop the car. 

Feeling for the seatbelt, I sat still and pulled it over myself, clicking it into place and pulling it snugly. Out of the corner of my eye I saw dozens of red and blue lights moving to my right; heard shouts of "cops" and "run" as the car lurched to the left and then harder to the right. The noise and the lights were too much. I had to make it stop. I leaned my head down between my knees and a wrapped my arms around my legs as tightly as I could. 




My Life Ch. 07



We arrived at the school later that afternoon and after checking in at my dorm I went up to the room while my dad went back to the car to get more of my things. It was a new world for me. The school had only a couple of years before gone co-ed and the way it was set up one end of each floor was men and the other was women (like that would make a difference) with the restrooms, day rooms and other common areas between. When I got to my floor I got off the elevator and followed the arrows in the direction pointing towards my room. When I passed the restroom 2 other girls came out wrapped in towels looking like they had just gotten out of the shower. Walking down the hall there was music coming from several rooms with the unmistakable odor of pot in the air. It looked like Santa Barbra was the party school I had heard it was.

When I got to my room the door was closed but not latched. I pushed it open. There standing across the room what met my eyes was someone bent over a table with what was the hairiest ass I had ever seen pointing directly at me. It was a very fine, well shaped ass entirely covered with a fine, dark fur continuing slightly up a strong, slim back and again all the way down the backs of those muscular legs to a pair of slim, firm calves. The fir increased in density as it got closer to the crack of that tight ass and between the cheeks there was a profusion of dark hair filling the area between those beautiful, firm globes. With feet slightly parted I could see between those muscular thighs what was a dark profusion of hair and hanging down a few inches which from my angle and in this light I at first mistook for dark hairy balls hanging there. 

Ayanna was bent over a table, hair hanging down around her face, doing something I could not see at first. She stood up, sniffed a little and turned to face me. The picture is with me to this day. A very attractive, very tall (almost 6'), very shapely woman with smallish tits, dark brown nipples I soon found were perpetually hard; but the most amazing feature about her was her hair. Very dark brown, almost black hair on her head falling to her elbows but the outstanding feature was the forest of dark hair covering her cunt. It is very long, filling the space between her legs covering everything from side to side and up half way to her belly button, going down her legs getting thinner as it goes further down the front of her thighs with a fine, dark, almost what would be called fur, covering her legs. A narrow line of soft down going up her stomach from the patch covering her cunt till there remained a light patch of fuzz in the cleft between those beautiful, upright, somewhat smaller breasts, there were several dark hairs sticking out of the areola surrounding the hard, dark brown nipple (I would soon learn that her nipples were perpetually hard, showing thru almost anything she wore.) Just a slight shading of darker fuzz on her upper lip and just the slightest hint of fuzz above her eyes almost forming a slight unibrow over the deepest dark, almost black eyes as she looked right thru me while I stood there enthralled by the wonderful view of this wild, natural creature. The long, straight hair on her head was the smoothest and shiniest I have ever, even to this day, seen .

"Hi there," she said smiling with some sort of soft Latin accent. She stood there totally naked holding a straw out to me, "my name is Ayanna, care for a toot?" I noticed as she reached out to hand me the straw that there was also a patch of hair under her arm where she also didn't shave.

It was then that I released that she had been bent over the table doing a nice size line of coke; I came to find she would always have the best cocaine. "Uh, maybe later." I said walking in and putting my bag down, I introduced myself. We stood there talking for a few minutes with the door standing wide open, people walking by. Ayanna was standing there totally naked for the world to see when my dad walked in.

"Uh, excuse me." He got our attention at which Ayanna simply reached over, picked up something and made a minor but futile attempt to cover herself. " Hi, I am Becky's dad, I have a few of her things." Interestingly I noticed he turned a little red as he saw her standing there and I could tell had admired seeing Ayanna's naked body as much as I had.

"Dad, this is Ayanna." She is going to be my roommate this year. She reached out with one hand to shake his as the cloth she was covering herself with slipped exposing one of her breasts again, which he clearly appreciated. We stood there visiting for a few minutes.

"I should go and let you two get acquainted." He said as I reached over to give him a kiss on the lips and a hug. As I did he reached around and give me a little squeeze on my ass before he let go, this was something he often did and of course it didn't go without Ayanna noticing.

My dad left closing the door behind him. Ayanna dropped her covering and reached out with the straw. "You could probably use this. Your dad is cute, interesting... uh ... 'hug' he gave you..." she trailed off.

"He always does that, it is just something he does." I could tell she thought there was more there than I was letting on.

She had 2 very long white lines already laid out on the table and bending over with the straw, I could get less than one up in a single snort. I fell back sitting on her bed directly behind me as I let the coke take affect and she moved to where I was just standing spread her feet, bent over and without hesitating, sucked up the other line completely. While she did this, her ass was pointing in my direction the open crack between her hairy cheeks less than a foot from my face. I noticed then that even this close I could barely see her pussy lips peeking out because of the thick profusion of dark hair, there was no way to see anything in that dark furry crack between her ass cheeks.

She was bent over for just a few moments while I took a nice close look while the coke was beginning to hit me. "Sorry, I didn't mean to stick my ass in your face like that," she said as she sat down beside me.

I was quickly getting high. "That's ok, I don't mind," and without further thought and partly because I was stoned I continued, "I have never seen a woman with so much hair."

"I know, I get that a lot. Most of my family is very hairy but all of the other women in my family do something to remove it, shave, depilatory or something else. I just let it grow. I had a reason at first, maybe we can discuss that sometime, but now, now I have gotten used to it and sort of like it. I see you keep your pussy hair fairly short." 

Interesting that the first real conversation with my new roommate was about our pubic hair, I had shaved it earlier that year but it had started to grow back over the last month or so and I was keeping it short. "It gets longer but I sometimes keep it trimmed."

"Another hit?" She asked handing me the straw. I stood and bent over where she had just been standing well aware that she was taking in the same view of me only with my pants still on that I had minutes ago enjoyed of her and one I had taken the last of my line up I stood there a moment longer. I looked over my shoulder before I sat back down and noted that she had cocked her head to the side a little to get a better look.

I put my stuff away while we talked, Ayanna never put any clothes on the whole time we talked and of course, did a few more lines. I soon realized something about her, which would always be true to this day, if at all possible she is naked or wearing as little as necessary. I have never known a woman who disliked wearing clothes as much as Ayanna. 

We were flying pretty high a couple of hours later when we went out to explore our new home and the surroundings. I was to find that there was always someone smoking pot somewhere on the floor and the rule about women and men being supposed to stay on their half of the floor had little or no meaning. Ayanna had put on a light pair of pants and a t-shirt and I noticed that the front of her pants had a small lump caused by the profusion of hair there, which could have been mistaken for more than a pussy until she pulled them up a little tighter and a clear camel-toe appeared. There were several parties going on and beer was flowing everywhere. Guys were running around in their underwear (mostly briefs in those days) and some of the girls were showing off as much as they were able. Ayanna and I stuck together and everywhere we went guys were hitting on one or the other of us, sometimes both.

We were pretty toasted by the time we got back to our room holding on to each other for support as we walked down the hall. We stopped at the restroom and talked as we sat in adjacent stalls talking over the sound of the tinkling of our urine splashing in the toilet. I could see her feet in the stall next to me and noticed her curl her toes a couple of times and I heard what sounded like a little throaty moan come from her stall. I finished first and went to wash my hands. I sat on the edge of the sink talking about whatever and noticed I didn't hear the sound of her peeing but she was in there a few more minutes. I assumed she had more to do than pee. Every now and then she would curl her toes and I would hear that sound she made, it happened several times before I heard her roll the paper out and I heard a flush. I was standing there waiting when she came out of her stall. She had her pants hanging over her shoulder and was wearing nothing but a long t-shirt. She went over to the sink to wash her hands. As she bent over, I could again see that dark patch of hair between the cheeks of her asp peeking out from below the hem of the shirt. I knew then that I was somehow going to have to check that out closer.

We got to our room Ayanna stripped off the shirt as she walked in the door to be in her favorite state and since I hadn't made my bed yet we sat down on hers to talk while she cut up a couple of more lines. It was at this time I learned much about her, and her me.

She had determined that she preferred women a while back however she insisted that she wasn't a lesbian because once in a while she would still enjoy a nice hard cock, much like Bobbi. Ayanna's dad was a "farmer" down in South America; she knew that what he was farming wasn't exactly legal but it paid for a good education and a very comfortable lifestyle. Her noticing that my father had given my ass a little squeeze made her wonder. She said hers had molested her when she was a little girl. He only stopped when her hair started growing, which he didn't like and was one reason she never shaved any of it off. I didn't get too deep into what went on in my family but did give enough information that she understood the gist. She would get the whole story before long. 

I was pretty high and lying back on her bed just floating on a combination of beer, pot and coke when I felt soft hands start to caress my body. Her hands were lightly brushing across my breasts and softly pinching my hard nipples thru the soft fabric of my shirt causing me to tremble just a little. I soon felt a hand slowly sliding along the inside of my thigh and up; slowly up, barely touching the tender smooth skin of my inner thigh and up under my skirt. Goose pimples rising on my skin as I laid there allowing her touch until I felt her fingers slip thru the soft fir covering my pussy as they moved down between my thighs. I let my knees open a little, relaxing as she began to explore the soft folds of my sopping cunt, her fingers sliding down the sides between the soft inner labia and the more engorged outer lips. Stoned, my whole focus was on what she was doing, my mind and feelings totally focused on the feeling of the fingers arousing me. Soon I felt a finger slide down till it was tenderly massaging the sensitive area just above the tight little pucker of my anus before sliding up thru the slick, wet folds, slowly, slowly, arousing the tingling deep inside my pussy, slowly, slowly her fingers moved. As she reached the lower opening of my vagina a finger slid in, just a little, just to the first knuckle before continuing to glide up thru the very slippery, supple, smooth skin at the very opening of my depths, till it slowly slid out the top and stopped to softly caress the little hole from where I pee, massaging that little opening just a little before moving further and pressing firmly on my hard little clit. 

Ayanna has a way of fingering a cunt, a way I have never been quite able to reproduce either on my self or anyone else. It is almost as though she can feel thru that hard little knob what it wants, what it needs. She pressed it just right, on the very tip. While pressing she rolled her finger around pressing and rolling as electric feelings shot deep inside and behind my clit, almost like she was able to with her finger to send little shocks from my clit deep inside to arouse my "G" spot. My hips rose up and my hands clenched the blanket into fists as she did what she does so well. Her fingers were doing something to me, something new; I was on the edge of cumming. She kept me there almost cumming, almost.... my hips jerking with the need to cum, my teeth gritted grunts deep in my throat, the air coming in gulps as she kept me there ....on the verge..... almost cumming but not allowed me to go over the edge. Then stop. Her fingers moved away from my clit and slid inside my slick dark hole, filling my cunt and wiggling deep inside me. Ayanna knows how to handle a cunt. Moments later she was back at my clit, my hips were again several inches of the bed. "PLEASE, PLLEEASE, let me cum," I cried thru clinched teeth, but she again just kept me on the edge almost cumming but not quite, her fingers moving expertly over my clit, my hips jerking as she continued her manipulations. 

"UUUUNNNNHH, OH GOD!!! OH GOD!!! FUCKFUCKFUCK", never had I felt anything like this before, "PLEASE!!!!!!!!!."

And she stopped again.

"OH FUCK!! What are you doing!" I cried as her fingers started again bringing me instantly back to the edge. My ass was lifted high off the bed as my back arched, my cunt needing to cum. "FUCK!! FUCK!!!OH FUCKING GOD!!!!" And then the explosion hit I don't know what I said or how long it went but I recall my body jerking involuntarily as wave after wave of a wrenching orgasm hit me, her expert hand never leaving my drenched cunt. It wasn't stopping; again she was keeping me there with the ecstasy of pleasure controlling my convulsing body. Wave after unstopping wave of intense ecstasy taking control of my body. She was in control. Making the orgasm last, not letting me relax. "OH GOD!!! FUCK!!!! I CAN"T TAKE IT!!! FUCK!!! FUCK!!! FUCK!! OH FUCKING GODDDD!!!!!" I think I almost passed out as my eyes rolled back, "FFFFFUUUUCCCKKKKKK!!!!!!"

Then it was over. My heart beating, seemingly near bursting from my chest, my breathing fast and deep as my body strained to come back to something resembling normal. The slight taste of salty blood in my mouth from where later found I had bit my lip as my body jerked in wild spasms. My hair wet with perspiration from the shear physical exertion from my body wrenching orgasm. Her soft hands caressing me, helping me come down. 

I opened my eyes as I again heard that throaty moan to see her sitting there looking at me, one hand caressing me, the other moving rapidly, buried in the dense hair between her own thighs. I couldn't do anything but lie there and watch as she masturbated. 

Ayanna doesn't cum loudly or very obviously just a little stiffening and that slight deep moan but she does cum easily and often. Over the years I have found that she can cum at the drop of a hat and in less than 30 seconds any time and anywhere. She has more repetitive and multiple orgasms than anyone I know. Her orgasms may not be extreme but she has them in quantity. As I laid there watching, she slowly closed her eyes her breathing getting just a little more rapid and somewhat deeper and with just a little flush she came, her body stiffened just a little with that now familiar moan as her fingers tightly slid into and grasped her throbbing cunt. There was just a slight shudder before it was over, She laid back on the bed away from me lifting one leg up and across the bed so I was now lying directly between her legs watching her fingers again moving between the spread hair and into her dark cunt. She opened her eyes for a moment and met mine as she did each time before another orgasm washed over her soon followed in what seemed like less than 15 seconds by another. In the 5 minutes or so I watched Ayanna masturbating she had to have 8-9 orgasms before she stopped and removed her fingers from her soaping cunt. 

She was breathing hard from her efforts and I now had a clear unobstructed view of her engorged pussy lips and the dark flower between her legs. She has a pussy with long, thin, full dark brown lips covered with hair which at this moment was soaked with the cum which had flowed from deep inside her as she came, With her cunt still throbbing from the orgasms I could see a little of what I would soon find to be very dark pink, almost red interior opening to her vagina in-between those wet lips. There was a large wet spot under the bed where she laid. 

I reached out and slid a finger along that soaking warm slit and as I did she lifted her hips welcoming my touch. It turned out the hair between her legs and the cheeks of her ass is very soft and silky, softer than even mine, I sort of expected it to be a little stiffer. A couple of fingers slid into the warm sheath and buried themselves there as she began to move her hips, fucking my fingers, which were buried inside her. The other 2 fingers joined the first and now most of my hand was buried inside her cunt till my thumb was pressing on her clit. Just as I started to rub, Ayanna had another orgasm and I felt more of her wet slippery fluid flow over my hand. I pulled my hand from her dark wet cavity and leaning in placed my lips over the hard little nub of her clit. I began to suck, my tongue flicking it where it reached past my lips and I was soon treated to another gush of cum flowing over my chin. My hand was still under her and as she cam she pressed her ass down hard onto it, I could feel my finger touching the warm opening of her asshole and she pressed again, so I slipped a finger in. The slippery juice flowing from her cunt made the entry into her anus as smooth as if it were gliding into her cunt. Another finger joined the first and almost immediately my mouth was awash with the flow from another of her orgasms. My fingers were pumping in and out of her rectum as I sucked on that wet dripping cunt. Another orgasm was soon followed by still another. I knew that if I stayed there she could probably cum all night but by this time my mouth was getting a bit tired so I reluctantly removed my mouth from her cunt and pulled my fingers from that tight little asshole. Before I left that position though I pushed her legs up a little more and slid my tongue deep into the little dark hole from where I had just pulled my fingers, this brought on another of her soft orgasms and a flow of pussy. I pressed my tongue in as far as I could and wiggled it around in there a little which brought on another. As I pulled back I got a clear look at her anus, a very dark, almost black ring around that tight, puckered opening between her firm olive ass cheeks. 

I crawled up beside her and our lips met, her seeming to savor the taste of her cunt on my mouth as our breasts pressed against the others. " I have never had anyone do that to me," she whispered as we laid there.

"What? Go down on you?"

"No, you know..... put their tongue back there," This was the only time I would ever find Ayanna to seem shy.

"Was it ok? I hope you didn't mind."




My Life Ch. 07



The heavy door knocker made a resounding, "clack" as it contacted the metal strike plate against the solid wood door. I slammed the knocker down three times and then stepped back to wait. A minute passed and the door opened. Miriam stepped into view and smiled when she looked at me. She wore a knee-length skirt and a fitted oxford shirt. Her black pumps added almost six inches to her already considerable height: hoop earrings and a link bracelet finished off her outfit. 

Stunning was the only word that came to mind when I looked at her. She waved and smiled at my mother who was waiting in her car. We watched together as my mum drove down the long driveway and out of view. A feeling of apprehension coursed through me and I had to take several calming breaths. Miriam stepped to the side and motioned me in. I looked past her into the house and couldn't help but feel that I was walking into a lioness's lair. The only question was whether I was meant to eat or to be eaten. 

Miriam closed the door behind me, "Welcome home... little Nymph." 

I swallowed and let out a deep breath. Well, that answered one question, I thought. I returned a nervous smile, "Thank you, Mistress," I said, hoping my voice wouldn't shake any worse. 

"Relax, little one," she said, motioning for me to follow. "I'm not going to bite you—yet," she looked back, a teasing grin transforming her features. "Let me show you where you'll be staying while you're with me." 

I followed her up a winding staircase to the upper floor, we then went down a corridor with the tallest ceilings I'd ever seen. Beautiful paintings hung between dark walnut-stained doors and small sculptures decorated an occasional table as we walked. Miriam's heels clicked against the stone floor. 

She stopped in front of a set of double doors and opened one side, "You will be staying in the master bedroom with me while you are here," she said as she stepped inside. My brow rose and my heart rate doubled as I followed her into the room. 

The room was amazing! An enormous bed topped with a hundred small pillows was to the right, and a fireplace that was accessible from three sides separated it from a sitting area that was furnished with a darkly stained table and cushioned chairs. The wooden floor was covered in several large, foreign-looking throw rugs, the material looked soft. 

"But won't your husband..." I stopped, unsure of how to finish my sentence. 

Miriam gave me a seductive smile, "He has his place and I have mine," she said and then pointed toward the door, "You may leave your things on that chair while you're here. You won't be needing anything. I'll be providing everything you will need during your time with me." 

I nodded and set my backpack with my clothes and toiletries on the chair, it looked oddly out of place against the ornately hand carved chair. 

I turned around to walk back to her when she spoke, "All of your things, little one," she said firmly. 

I paused, racing to think of what else she meant. The answer came the moment I saw her eyes look down at my body. She meant my clothes... make sure to please her, my mum had said. I knew my mum had no idea what Miriam's plans were, and if mum knew, she would never make me stay here. But would she believe me if I told her that Miriam meant to use me as her submissive? Yeah right. And, if I was being completely honest with myself, deep down, I was curious. 

Mum had made me dress as if I was heading to work in an office, so I removed my skirt and blouse, carefully folded them and placed them on the chair. I slipped off my knickers and my unclipped my bra and pushed them inside of the big pocket in my bag. Finished, I walked back to Miriam. 

"Very good," she said, causing a small ache deep inside my pussy, "I keep my home a little warmer so that you'll be comfortable like this. If, however, you are too cold in the mornings, you may wear a nighty and slippers. But it would please me to see you like this as much as possible in my home." 

"Yes, Mistress," I replied obediently, my nipples betraying me and hardening as I stood there. Something Miriam didn't fail to notice. 

"Hmmm, very nice," she cooed, touching each nipple gently. I shivered. "So sensitive," her smile widened, "I will give you a quick tour and then I do have work that needs to be done. I do plan on using you to your fullest. I hope you are up to the task, little one." 

"I will do my best, Mistress," I said honestly, trying to keep my breathing calm. 

"Good, because I think I can make this a very pleasurable experience for you. I promise that I will give more than I take, but I will be taking quite a lot," she explained, "and once your service comes to an end, and you return to school, you will at least know more about yourself. You will also have many of the answers to the questions you asked me at your boyfriend's house." 

"Will I see Kyle when I'm here, can he come over?" I asked hopefully, thinking that he might be allowed to see me since they were good friends. It would be so much easier to see him here than when I was at home. Mum had told me that she and dad were going to make sure they were home when I was home so that we could have some quality 'family time' together. 

My short hope was dashed when she shook her head, "No, little Nymph. I am going to be selfish in my time with you, and you will be far too busy to have time for him. I've already spoken to him about this, so he's planning other ways to rendezvous with you when you're not here." 

For the next hour, Miriam showed me around the spacious home, starting with the loo and the personal toiletries I was to use and including what cleaning duties I was to perform. I made a serious effort to remember all the details because I remembered the thwacks with the spoon Kyle had given me for simply being a few minutes late. I was fairly certain that Miriam wouldn't hesitate to do something similar, or even much worse. 

At the end of the tour, Miriam led me into her office, and, of course, it was as lavish as the rest of the home. Her desk matched the rest of the wood in the house and several large computer monitors stood facing the chair. Miriam took her seat and motioned me to her side. I hesitantly made my way next to her, working to control my breathing as I went. 

"I know a woman's vagina is nothing new to you, correct?" she asked. 

I shrugged, uneasy with her attention, "Only with my roommate at school," I told her. 

Miriam placed her fingers between my thighs and moved them up until they touched my sex. 

"Yes, that's what I thought," she said, her smile growing more intense. Miriam turned her chair to face me and crossed her legs, "Kneel, little Nymph, we need to talk." 

I did as instructed and knelt onto the throw rug, feeling a strong pulsing in my vagina. 

"Jamiee," she began, her tone light and cheerful, "you got yourself into some serious trouble last week." 

I nodded but kept silent. What could I say? I fucked up big time. 

"And I had to spend a considerable amount of political capital in order to have all of the charges dropped. The prosecutor wanted to charge you with a dozen offenses: you tested positive for drugs, there were illegal drugs and firearms in the car you were in and both the driver and the other male passenger had several outstanding warrants for grand larceny. You were with some very unsavory characters, Jamiee." 

I sighed and hung my head. What a fucking mess... why didn't I just stay home and watch a movie? "Do you know what will happen to Stephanie?" I asked 

"She'll get off lighter than her companions, but she's probably looking at two years in jail, which she'll likely serve half with good behavior. Then she'll have another year or two of probation. But what will really hurt her will be the two felonies on her record. That's permanent. That will affect her for the rest of her life." 

"I was so stupid," I said, "I didn't think—" I stopped myself and looked up, "thank you, Miriam, thank you so much for helping me out of that mess. I promise I will make it up to you." 

Miriam's smile grew even wider, "Good girl, I know you will," she said happily, "but this arrangement isn't simply about paying me back, although that is part of it," Miriam sat back in her chair and brought her hand to her chin pensively, "You are almost a blank canvas to me, little Nymph." 

A blank canvas... what was she on about? 

"What do you want, little one? Where do you want life to take you?" 

I thought for a long time on how to answer that question, "I don't know yet, but I like to write, so I've been thinking about doing something with writing." 

"Good to know," Miriam noted, speaking slowly, thoughtfully, "I can probably teach you quite a bit on that topic, although the papers you would help me write aren't the most exciting, it would be a good exercise for you. But what I'm trying to decide is what do I really want to do with you... " 

"You are so full of wonderful potential: but what to do with it... Do I transform you into a lesbian goddess—a cunnilingus master, or maybe a cocksucking whore who's addicted to the taste of cum," she paused in thought, "Or perhaps I whore you out to my friends—I have many friends." 

"Mistress, I don't know—I mean, I'm not sure—" I sputtered nervously. Was she having me on? I dismissed that thought as soon as it came to me. No, this was Miriam Brandt. She was serious. 

"—You have a sharp mind when you choose to use it, little one. So I want to make sure we make the most of that. I see two sides to you that we could develop together. First would be the overachieving student. You have several more years of education to get through so let's let our minds be settled on that matter. You will return to school each year until you present me a bachelor's degree in the subject of your choice." 

I felt a small sense of relief when I heard that. Finishing my education had always been my goal—something that could have been completely derailed if Miriam hadn't pulled me from the fire. 

"...second," she continued, "you will be the sexually insatiable slut," Miriam paused until I looked up and met her gaze, "You are already a very sensual person, little Nymph, so it would not take much to train that little body of yours to react to the simplest of commands. If anything I think I'll have to be careful not to go to far with you—it would be so very tempting." 

A silence stretched as Miriam continued to look at me appraisingly. After several minutes I simply said, "I'm not sure what to say..." 

Miriam shook her head as if rousing herself from a daydream, her smile returned, "We'll take this one step at a time," she began, "I will honor your safeword, but remember, Jillian Aimee Boyack, the charges I got dropped can easily be reinstated. Give yourself to me completely and I will make sure that doesn't happen. Serve me well and I will reward you nicely." 

"Yes ma'am," I replied, intending to try as hard as I could to please 'my mistress'. I repeated the word several times silently in my head. It had an erotic feeling to it that was difficult describe. 

"I am your Mistress, little Nymph, and you will address me as such. Ma'am, you will reserve for your mother." 

"Yes, Mistress," I corrected. 

Miriam stood and motioned me to do the same. She ran her fingers once through my hair and then caressed my cheek, "We'll have time to play later, but first we must get you ready for your new role. My husband is waiting for you in his office. Please report there now," she had said please, but it didn't feel like I had an option. "I have several conference calls I'm afraid I have to be a part of, so when you're done, you will come back here and help me with a few tasks." 

Feeling the dismissal, I nodded and left Miriam's office. It felt good to be by myself for a minute as I tried to remember how to get to John's office. I had known deep down that this is what Miriam's game would be, but I couldn't help but feel a touch of relief now that it was out in the open. Miriam was a woman that knew what she wanted, but it was interesting to hear that she hadn't decided what to do with me yet. Perhaps it wouldn't be too late to figure that out myself and maybe have some influence on that decision. 

After several wrong turns and having to backtrack, I eventually found John's office and knocked on the door. 

"Jamiee, it's so good to see you," he greeted me warmly, "please come in." 

Doctor Brandt had an amazing bedside manner. I felt immediately comfortable with him, I realized as I entered into his office. He led me to the table and helped me to get situated, lifting my legs back into the stirrups but leaving me unrestrained. 

He touched my pussy gently, "How have you been—any cramps—any discomfort?" he asked. 

I shrugged, "A little in the beginning, but I haven't noticed anything lately." 

He inspected the skin above my pussy, "I'll go over this one more time with the laser to make sure we've gotten it all," he said more to himself. He then looked up at me and asked, "Did my Mistress Miriam tell you what we would be doing today?" 

I shook my head. The comfort I had felt only a moment ago evaporating like steam from a kettle. 

"Would you like me to tell you, or would you rather not know?" 

"I think I'd rather know," I said quickly. 

John smiled and handed me a small paper cup that contained a dark, viscous liquid in the bottom, "This is what you would take at a dentist's office if you were going in for a root canal. It doesn't put you completely to sleep, but it'll feel like it. Let me explain what your Mistress has planned for you and you can decide whether you'd like to take that or not." 

I held the cup shakily in my fingers and nodded. 

"I'll start by piercing your nipples," he began, acting like this was was something he'd said a thousand times—maybe he had, I thought as he continued, "...you'll be wearing these," he held up two silver rings, each about an inch in diameter. "You have perfect nipples; they should support a large ring quite nicely. 

"I'll also be putting this smaller ring in your clitoris," he held up another ring, "and these will line each side of your vagina," he opened his palm and I counted eight small rings. "Oh," he said suddenly, "I almost forgot. This one will be in your navel." 

I totalled up the rings quickly in my head and felt light headed when I realized the doctor was planning on piercing me twelve times, and doing so in the most sensitive places imaginable. 

"Can't I just do a couple of them?" I asked, my voice wavering nervously. 

John moved his chair to be by my side and rested his hand on my forearm. He smiled pleasantly, "Jamiee, trust me on this one when I tell you that you're much better off just getting this over with. I know your mistress better than anyone—I'm married to her—and I know that she always gets what she wants in the end. If you go along and do as she asks the first time, she'll be pleased and that will be the end of it. But, if you try to negotiate, you might win a round or two, but in the end you will have twice as many piercings along with many, many other modifications." 

"Modifications?" I asked. 

The doctor smiled but shook his head, "A conversation for another day," he dismissed. I knew he wasn't going to tell me anything further on that topic. 

"So just the piercings today?" 

"And some further laser hair removal treatments. Your mistress wants me to do your legs and arms today, too." 

I looked down at my arm, the few hairs that were there were small and thin and hardly noticeable, but I knew the hair on my legs was much thicker. This might not be so bad. 

"I guess that will save me a few quid on razors," I said, trying to stay optimistic. 

I looked down at the cup in my hands and made a decision: the liquid tasted awful. 

_-_ 

The first thing I noticed when I opened my eyes was a stinging sensation in my breasts and my crotch, but as I took stock, my legs and arms also felt a slight burning sensation. I looked down at my chest and saw the two rings immediately. They were perfectly smooth and very large. They didn't look bad, in fact, they looked quite erotic—but they were so big. My nipples were large enough already and with the added thickness of the rings they looked enormous. This was all well and good in my fantasy, but how was I going to live in the real world wearing these. I was going to have to wear huge pads in my bras, so people wouldn't be able to see the rings. What was Brooke going to think of all this when I showed her? 

"How's the pain?" the doctor asked, rolling his chair back to the table. 

I touched the right nipple ring with my fingertips, "Bearable," I said, pulling on it ever so gently, the distended bud moving easily with the metal ring. 

"You will need to take care of the new piercings so they won't get infected. I'll put some salve in your bathroom and I want you to use it a few times a day for a couple of weeks." 

I looked down at my navel and lower lips, "Bloody Nora," I gasped as I looked back at my navel. A single, silver ball about an eighth-inch in diameter stood alone a half inch above my navel; it was connected to a small ring that was set inside of my belly button, from which a short, jeweled chain hung. I touched it cautiously, but it gave me no discomfort. 

What had shocked me, however, were the numerous rings in my lower lips. Four small rings were evenly spaced down each labia and one more in my clit, just like the doctor had explained. I touched each one delicately and was glad they didn't cause more than just mild irritation. But then I touched the one in my clit and it made all my the muscles in my abdomen contract. 

I inhaled and pulled my hand away. It had felt like every nerve in my lower body had just fired. 

"That one's going to take some getting used to I'm afraid," said the doctor, "We're lucky that your clitoris is a large one, too, or we wouldn't have been able to put that ring in." 

"I don't know if I can take it," I said honestly, still feeling uncomfortable spasms from my poor cunt, "It's too much—it's too sensitive." 

"Many women cannot take it. That's why piercing the hood is much more common, but your Mistress wishes it, so I'm sure you'll grow accustomed to it, just give it time." 

My brow furrowed as I looked back to the rings in my nipples, "How do I take them off? I don't see how they come apart," I asked, inspecting the metal ring closely. 

"You don't silly girl," the doctor chuckled as if I'd just made a joke, "It's a proprietary secret of mine, but trust me, they're as permanent as it gets." 

I was dumbfounded as I looked at him, "Seriously? There's no way to take them off, ever?" 

"Well, I suppose you could use bolt cutters, just be careful you don't cut your nipple off if you try it." 

I stared at the doctor. He was smiling happily, and what's more, he was expecting me to return his smile. There were definitely two sides to this man, I was starting to understand. I gave him a tight smile and looked back at the new rings in my body. They didn't look bad, it just felt odd—it was different, and if they weren't so permanent I would probably be pretty happy with them. But that I couldn't take them off was beginning to freak me out. 

Things felt a little foggy as I walked out of the doctor's home office. The first few steps were the hardest as my legs felt weak and shaky. I found I had to try to walk with my legs slightly apart so I wouldn't rub my new clit ring as much. Every step I made caused a wince and catch in my breath. Twice I had to stop and concentrate, I felt so light headed, but I eventually made my way back to Miriam's office. 

Stepping through the door, I found Miriam chatting away on her mobile. She motioned my attention to a low table against the far wall where I found finger sandwiches and bottled water. It was well past noon now and I ate several of them before opening a bottle of water and downing it quickly. Miriam sounded all business and I watched her pacing her office with my mouth full for almost fifteen minutes before she finished her call and placed her phone on her desk. 




My Life Ch. 07



She eyed me and took a step forward, "Well, let me see my new present," she said, giving me a wicked smile. 

I stood, feeling much more embarrassed than I had earlier in the morning. Miriam stopped inches away from me and bent down to look closely at the rings, "Oh these are perfect, I couldn't be happier," she exclaimed, moving up and giving me a pressing kiss on lips. She lightly bit my lower lip and pulled it with her teeth, pulling me towards her slightly and then letting go. "What do you think?" she asked me, taking a step back to look at a different angle. 

"They're permanent," was all I could think to say. 

Miriam reached toward me and grabbed the right nipple ring and lifted it upward, pulling my breast up with it. I pressed my lips tightly together but whimpered as I felt the sting. 

"Yes, they are, aren't they," she replied, "Think of these rings as shackles, binding your most precious parts to me for pulling your ass out of the fire," she let go and gently massaged my nipple, "And when you return to school they will remind you of your summer. You will remember the naughty things you did to get into trouble, as well as the naughty things you will do to get you out of trouble." 

I was speechless except to say, "Yes Mistress." 

"Good girl," she said, "because I've made some decisions about where we will begin. But before we begin, make sure you have had plenty to eat and that you're well hydrated. This might be a long day for you." 

I took another bottle of water and followed Miriam to a small desk that was next to hers. On it I found a laptop and a pair of headphones, as well as normal office supply such as pens, a stapler and highlighters. Next to the laptop was a pile of papers about three inches tall. 

"Please have a seat," she said and pulled out a leather chair, I sat down and my toes barely touched the floor as she pushed the chair closer to the desk, "I need to you sort my accounts payable to begin with," she then spent twenty minutes showing me how to maintain an Excel spreadsheet that she had made. 

Once done explaining the invoices, she connected the headphones and handed them to me, "During the day, I'll need you to keep this invoicing log up to date, I'll eventually have some phone calls for you to make to collect on past due invoices and a few other things that I'll think up as we go, but all of that will should only take you an hour or two a day. 

"Once you're finished with the mundane stuff, you're going to be watching lesbian porn," she explained, I looked up at her in surprise. 

"You heard me correctly, you can find whatever site you like—I don't care which, but I want you to explore. I want you to show me at the end of the day which videos you find the hottest, which ones really rev your engine. Then at night, or sometime during the day, I'll have you demonstrate to me why you like that video—we'll get to that tonight, though." 

"You want me to only watch girl porn?" I asked. 

"That's right—for now. We need to see how you're wired, then we'll take another step." 

"For how long?" 

"How long do I want you to look at only girls you mean?" she asked to clarify. 

I nodded. 

She sat against the edge of her desk, "...I'll decide that when I see your reactions, but let's get started." 

Miriam returned to her desk and to her own monitors and was soon lost back in her work. I turned back to my workstation and stared at the blank laptop screen for several minutes before I shook myself and began to follow Miriam's instructions. I worked through the invoices quickly and set them aside. I had a feeling that the little bit of actual work I was given was only so that I'd be able to tell my mum about something that sounded plausible. 

I glanced toward Miriam and caught her eye and she gestured for me to return to the laptop. Putting on the headphones, I took hold of the mouse and clicked open a browser and typed in a few keywords. It didn't take long to find a number of interesting videos. I've always found women attractive, and I know I have a certain type I like, mainly red hair and green eyes, long legs were nice, too, though. Brooklyn, of course, fit the bill perfectly. But I had to admit that Miriam was incredibly beautiful as well—she was just a little intimidating. 

What a crazy summer. There was no way Brooke could one-up me this year, I thought as I clicked on another video. I had lost my virginity, smoked pot, tried ecstasy, gotten arrested and now was basically working as an indentured servant for an imposingly leggy blonde. You couldn't write this stuff. 

After an hour, I was feeling a lot more relaxed and I had found a website that showed videos that were really turning me on. I've never been a fan of watching porn; it's all so fake and contrived that it did little to excite me. But this website had a lot more amateur videos and some of them were very real. My hand eventually found its way to my pussy but when my finger touched the ring in my clit it made me jump and I let out a squeak. 

Miriam chuckled, "At least I won't have to worry about you pleasuring yourself today," she began. She turned to look at me. "Understand this, little one. Your pussy..." she paused in thought and then added, "...no, that's not right. Your cunt—your cunt now belongs to me. You're now my little lesbian slut, so that means that little cunt of yours is also mine to do with as I please. You do not pleasure what belongs to me unless you have my permission. Do I make myself clear?" 

"Yes Mistress," I responded obediently. 

"Besides, you'll be too sore down there to find any release today, but I promise you'll have plenty of orgasms later," she said and then returned to her own computer. 

The hours slipped by and I felt more than a little restless—I was nearly beside myself with frustration. I tried squeezing my legs together and rubbing them up and down, but I couldn't get the pressure I needed. 

"You look absolutely delightful," cooed Miriam. "Roll your chair over here," she said. 

It was a relief to be able to turn away from watching a woman scream through another orgasm, taunting me that I couldn't find my own. My feet didn't reach the floor well enough to gain the purchase they needed, so I stood up and moved my chair next to where Miriam was seated and then again took my seat. She lifted one of her long legs and set it gently in my lap and handed me a bottle of perfumed lotion that she retrieved from her desk drawer. 

"I could use a foot massage," she simply said. 

I removed her black pump and dropped it to the floor. Flipping the top open to the lotion, I squeezed a large dollop into my palm and began to rub it into her foot. She closed her eyes and relaxed. I worked in silence for several minutes. 

"Do you love Kyle?" Miriam asked suddenly. I thought she had fallen asleep. 

I pressed my thumb into her arch as I thought about her question, "No," I finally answered. 

"If you were closer to his age, would that change how you feel?" 

"Probably, sure. I like him a lot, he's made me feel, well—wooh, it's hard to describe," I exhaled between puckered lips. 

Miriam traded one foot for the other and I began my work again, "Do you consider him your boyfriend?" 

I shook my head, "No," I answered honestly. 

"So you're just fuck buddies?" 

I winced at the crass term. I didn't like the sound of it in my ears, "I would like to think it's more than that, but maybe the shoe fits—I don't know," 

"You're too young to settle down with anyone right now, little Nymph. You need to get out there and find what you like. Let me teach you how to use your body—let me turn you into a sexual goddess and then I'll set you loose upon the world." 

I couldn't help but laugh, "I'm just a skinny little girl, Mistress. I'll never compare to you." 

Miriam pulled her foot from my lap and sat up to look at me, "You have no idea... but you will. Come," she said and pulled me to my feet. 

We passed through the kitchen and ate a quick, light meal and then we went to the master bedroom. I wanted to sprawl on the floor in a spread eagle I was in such a state with the clit ring constantly working its cruel design on me, but Miriam had other ideas. 

"You may undress me," she said. 

I inhaled deeply. I could do this. I moved to stand in front of her: she stood statuesquely with her shoulders back and arms outstretched slightly. I reached up and, starting at the top, unbuttoned her shirt until my fingers touched the waist of her skirt. Her large breasts were only inches in front of me and I could see their soft skin above the bra. Grabbing the material at the sides of her shirt, I pulled it up and out of the skirt. I then pulled it off of her shoulders and down her arms until it was loose in my hands. 

I placed the shirt carefully over the back of a chair. She hadn't given me any direction so I decided to remove the skirt next. I unfastened the small metal loops behind the waist and pulled the zipper down several inches until the skirt almost fell down on its own. Holding it in my hand I brought it to her feet and she stepped out gracefully. I folded it neatly and set it on the seat of the chair. 

I felt my heart race increases as I approached her bra. Her breasts were so perfect like the shape of tear drops—I could lose myself between them. I squeezed the bra hooks and eyelets together until I felt them part and then I let the bra wings fall to her sides. Reaching up I pulled the straps and let the bra fall to the floor. I couldn't help but freeze in place and admire her. Her nipples were the perfect size for her flawless breasts and I felt an urge to bite one between my teeth. Rational thought faded as my lust grew. 

"Hmm," she sighed, running her hands over her own tits and then over the material of her lacy, white panties in a show to further tease me. She tilted her head toward the bed and I followed her lead until I lay on top of her, my head over her breasts. I was glad that my sensitive lips and clit were between her legs, not in contact with her pussy. I couldn't take even the smallest touch as sensitive as it was. 

"Show me what you know, little Nymph," she said thrusting her breasts at me. 

I felt my mouth salivate as I moved my mouth toward her nipple. I inhaled deeply through my nose just as my lips touched her skin. She smelled wonderful. I closed my eyes and took her nipple further into my mouth and began to suck. Using the tip of my tongue, I licked a circle around the bud of her nipple, feeling each little bump in the flesh. I heard her sigh peacefully and felt encouraged. 

I moved my hand to the underside of her breast. I held its weight in my hand as massaged the soft tissue. Then cupping her bosoms in both hands, I squeezed them together and flicked my tongue across the tips, the large mounds spilled over the tops of my small hands. I felt my own nipples hardening and could feel the rings pulling on them as my breasts pressed gainst her stomach. Strong, tingling sensations danced through me and I heard my own breath increase as my excitement rose. I could have been content to spend the night making love to Miriam's marvelous tits and been quite happy. However, she had other ideas and pulled me up. Her mouth sought mine urgently, harshly. 

There was a fierceness to Miriam I had never experienced with Brooklyn and it overwhelmed me. I felt her tongue deep in my mouth, touching, exploring. She then retreated and I felt the urge for more so I thrust my tongue aggressively between Miriam's lips and tried to dominate the kiss. I felt Miriam moan into my mouth and that ignited my growing fire. Miriam's hand wound its way deeply into my hair and I gasped in surprise as she pulled my head. Her lips were red and swollen and without thinking I tried to return to them. 

Miriam gave me a devilish smile, "Let me see that tongue of yours," she said, laughing softly. 

Unsure of why she wanted to see my tongue, I opened my mouth and stuck it out hesitantly. 

"Show me all of it, little one," she chided. "Can you touch your nose?" 

I reached up and easily touched the tip of my nose: that was easy. On an impulse, I reached my tongue up and touched a point at the bridge of my nose and Miriam laughed out loud. 

"Oh, that is simply marvelous," she said and pulled me back into a deep kiss, trying always to lure my tongue out enough so that she could suck on it. 

I let myself go and concentrated on what I was feeling—it was easier to try and not think. Kissing her neck was heavenly and I made sure to spend many long minutes there before I felt her hand on my head, urging me to move lower. My breathing quickened as I knew where I was heading next. A giddiness possessed me and I eagerly moved down her long torso, over her full breasts, across the deep arch of her rib cage and well-muscled abdomen to the crests of her pelvic bone and the deeply scooped valley between them - finally arriving at the lace band at the top of her knickers. Trying what I had learned with Brooklyn, I rubbed the palm of my hand over her pussy, feeling the warm skin through the lacy material of her knickers. I kissed the skin around the edges of the panties until my nose was next to her lower lips and I could feel her hips move and twist beneath me. I caught the aroma of this mature, complicated woman and instantly felt my sex erupt in need. She was different than Brooklyn, stronger somehow, and it filled me with pure lust. With Brooklyn, there was always a feeling of intense intimacy that accompanied my arousal, but with Miriam all I felt was hunger. 

I hooked my fingers through the band of her knickers and pulled them towards her feet. Miriam raised her hips as I slid them past her bum. I held them in my hand and felt a dampness in my fingers as I cast them to the floor. Miriam spread her legs and I moved into position between them. The sun had set hours ago, but the room was lit enough that I could easily see Miriam's pussy as she lay open to me. I got down on my elbows and moved in closely, putting my nose directly on top of the mons of her sex and breathing in her scent again. Her neatly trimmed pubic hairs tickled my nose. 

With my tongue flattened to give maximum contact, I started at the bottom of her vagina and licked upwards through her centre. Then I pulled back and studied Miriam's pussy carefully. Her inner lips were large and protruded outwards. I pressed my lips over them and sucked gently, hearing a low moan as I did. This boosted my confidence and I took a little more into my mouth and sucked again. I repeated this as I worked my way up one side and then down the other. When I felt Miriam's hands weave into my hair, I felt thrilled and attacked her cunt more aggressively. 

Miriam pulled my head gently back, "Slowly, little Nymph, conserve your strength, you're going to be down there a while." 

I retreated back ever so softly and returned to the light kisses and touches. I knew I could do this for a while, but I couldn't help but wonder what 'a while' meant to Miriam. 

Several more minutes passed and I couldn't resist pushing my tongue in a little deeper into her entrance. I was rewarded with a strong taste of her tangy wetness. My tongue brought her rich nectar to me. The smell, taste, consistency was wonderful! I lapped at her greedily as I pushed in a little deeper, plunging my tongue in farther and farther as Miriam started to grind her hips against my face. I could hear her breathing more rapidly as she urged me deeper into her wetness. I felt myself bursting with lust. I needed more. I pushed my nose into her entrance and ran the bridge of it up over her clit, which was now visible from under its hood. Nearly my entire face was slick with Miriam's essence and I loved it. 

I brought my fingers to join my tongue, but Miriam brushed them away, "Not yet, little Nymph, tongue only this time," she said breathing heavily. 

Denied, my fingers found their way to my own aching sex. I desperately needed a release. Despite the soreness, I began to rub myself gently, trying to avoid the new piercings as much as possible. Suddenly I felt her strong hand in my hair, but instead of the tender touch I expected, I felt my head pulled up by the thin hairs at my neck. I whimpered both at the loss of contact with Miriam's swelling lips as with the stinging pain I felt at the back of my neck. 

"Hands," Miriam demanded. 

Shit, I'd forgotten. I brought my hands around and up towards her. Using her free hand, she put each of my hands on her breasts. 

She held my head tightly for a long moment before saying, "I'll punish you later for not following my instructions about pleasuring your slutty little cunt," and pulling my face back toward her sex. 

Using my tongue, I found Miriam's clit and sucked the small nub into my lips and began to suck. My hair fell into my face and soaked up Miriam's wetness as she pulled me tighter into her cunt. I inhaled a deep breath as Miriam drew my nose and mouth between the folds of her slit. Her strong legs encircled my head and pressed against my temples; the closer Miriam got to her climax the stronger the pressure became. 

I lunged forward and drove my tongue as deeply as I could into Miriam's cunt, trying to explore her depths. Then I felt it. A quiver against my tongue. Her body convulsed and I could feel deep muscles spasm against my tongue. I felt her cum flowing to my lips and swallowed. It wasn't a rushing river like I'd read about in erotic stories, but it was more than Brooklyn had ever produced. 

Miriam's body writhed and her thighs held me tight as her orgasm carried her. Finally, I felt her legs relax and I was able to separate them enough to breathe freely. My entire face was soaked, as was the hair that framed my face. I looked at Miriam's vagina. It was so open to me now and soaked with her cum. I began to get to my knees, but Miriam's hand held me fast by the hair. 

"No, no, little Nymph, we're just getting started," she said. "Be gentle and clean me with that wonderful tongue of yours, but lightly, I'm sensitive." 

Unbelievable, I thought to myself. Was she serious? Whether she was or not I didn't have much choice because she pulled me back towards her dripping pussy. I did as instructed and softly licked her pussy, trying to clean away as much cum as I could. I don't know how long Miriam kept me between her legs, but it felt like hours as I coaxed two more orgasms from her. 

I was exhausted and every muscle in my mouth, jaw and neck were failing me. My tongue felt dead and in the end Miriam was simply using my face as a toy to help her masturbate. It was with almost pure relief that Miriam finally called it a night and allowed me to rest. I wiped her wetness from my face, but there was little I could do with my wet hair. 

Miriam moved a lock of matted hair from my face, "I am very pleased tonight, little Nymph." 

I began to move away when Miriam's hand again found my hair and stopped me, "I like you where you are. Now go to sleep. You have a long day ahead of you tomorrow." 

For a moment, I worried that I would not be able to sleep, the smell of sex so close to my nose, but as I rested my head on her thigh, I felt my eyelids become heavy. Miriam adjusted my head so that my cheekbone rested directly against her vagina, I felt the dampness against my cheek as I fell into a deep sleep. 

-_- 

I had the most pleasant dreams that night, and when I woke up I found that I had slipped off of my erotic pillow, but my eyes were still only inches away from her pussy. Her vagina had so many more features to look at than Brooke's did. Her lips were larger and naturally more open. I could only imagine how many cocks had penetrated that hole. The sun was high and filled the room with light, making it easy to see the rosebud of her arse, too. It wouldn't surprise me that this hole had seen a few cocks in it as well. 




My Life Ch. 07



With Miriam's legs cradling me tightly, I couldn't leave without waking her, so I tried to remain still and quiet. But those are two attributes I don't have in abundance. I soon was staring at Miriam's clit that had retreated back under her hood, which was only inches from my face, and trying to resist the urge to play with it. I touched the top of her hood softly with the tip of my index finger and rubbed it back and forth as I thought about last night. It had been an exhilarating, heart-pounding, adrenaline rush. But the thought of parading around starkers all day, wasn't as exciting a thought as it was yesterday. I want to go surfing. I want to go outside and ride my bike down the boardwalk. At least my servitude was only a few days per week. I could do anything for a few days as long as I had my freedom after. 

I moved my finger to her inside of her thigh and absentmindedly traced invisible shapes on Miriam's skin, I felt her snicker against me, "That tickles," she said sleepily. I paused, "but it's nice, don't stop. It's a pleasant way to wake up." 

I wanted to ask if I could go surfing for a few hours, but my board was at home and I was sure that my mum wouldn't approve of me skiving off 'work' to go surfing. No, I'd have to wait until Thursday morning. 

"How did my slutty little lesbian sleep?" asked Miriam, now tracing gentle circles over my shoulder blades. 

Is that what she thought I was, her little lesbian? Is that what I was? My dreams had certainly been of girl-on-girl sex last night, and I had enjoyed it. 

"I slept well," I answered. 

"Good, because you have a lot of work to do today," I looked up and met her eyes and she laughed, "You, my little Nymph, are a mess. Let's have a shower." I crawled out from under the sheet and set my feet on the floor, "Turn on the shower and make sure the temperature is nice and hot. I'll be in shortly and you will then prepare me for the day." 

I walked to the shower, thinking about some of the similarities between Kyle and Miriam. There were certainly some things they did alike when they went into domination mode. Miriam's shower was sufficiently large to accommodate two people. I stepped inside onto the slatted teak floor and turned the large silver handle with one hand and reached out with the other to test the water's temperature. Once hot I backed out and closed the door. 

Miriam entered the loo, carrying something in her hand. I looked down and my eyes widened in surprise: she was carrying a collar. I hadn't said anything yesterday because it was all still too much to process, but I had started to wonder if the collar would make an appearance. I tried to hide my smile as she held it up. 

"This is your training collar, little Nymph," she said as she came towards me. "Turn around and hold up your hair." I complied and then felt the collar around my neck: a felt a calm serenity wrap around me and my arousal burned. The collar was the same one that I had worn the time before and fit securely around my neck. I felt a few tugs as Miriam's fingers manipulated the back of the collar, "You won't be able to remove it without me, and you'll be wearing it from the time you arrive until the time when you're to return home." 

"Yes, Mistress," I said, enjoying the feeling of the collar around my neck. I couldn't help but steal a glance at myself in the large mirror above the sinks. The silver of the collar matched the rings in my nipples, navel, and lower lips and I tried to burn the image into my memory because it was the most erotic, mind-blowing thing I'd ever seen. 

Miriam saw my reaction and I could tell from her smile that she was pleased beyond measure, "Oh, I think my little Nymph likes her collar?" 

I couldn't begin to explain my fascination with collars, but from the first time I'd read about it online I'd begun to imagine what it would be like to wear one. I guess some people are into feet, others like to collect dirty knickers, but my thing was definitely had something to do with collars. 

Miriam took my hand, stepped into the shower and pulled me along with her. Three of the four walls were glass, so it was easy to see our reflection in the mirror on the other side of the room. The far wall was covered in slate and wooden bench matching the floor jutted out from the wall a couple of feet above the floor. 

Sitting on the bench, Miriam handed me a bar of soap and a ladies style razor, "Each morning you will bathe your mistress, and while I expect you to be sensual, I also want you to be thorough. This includes shaving my legs and keeping my pussy trimmed." 

"You don't use the laser on yourself?" I asked, surprised that she would own the machine and not use it. 

"No, you'll find that the dominant women prefer to have their subs do it. It's rather enjoyable to be honest," she explained as I pushed the shower head to the side so that the water fell behind me. I knelt down next to her legs and began to rub the soap across her skin. "Do you like having a bare pussy, does it bother you that it will always be that way now?" 

I thought for a moment, "I think I like it this way. I don't mind not having to shave anymore... it feels nice." 

Once I had carefully lathered her leg, I began to shave. First one leg and then the other. As soon as I had finished her legs, Miriam spread her legs wide and leaned back against the slate wall, opening her pussy to me. I sat my bum on the floor and leaned my upper arm against the bench for support, Miriam's sex close to my face. I ran the soap through my hands until they were nice and soapy, then I ran my hand over her pubic area, labia, and inner thighs. No longer needing the soap, I set it down and picked up the razor again. I began to carefully shave the stubble, making sure to leave the small patch untouched as I thought Miriam would want. 

"Not bad, little Nymph, but you have another free hand there. When you're shaving a woman down there, I want you to pleasure her while you do it. It's part of the experience I want you to give." 

Did Miriam just imply that I would be doing this to other women? I wondered as I brought my other hand up to her vagina and began to run my finger down her slit while I shaved. 

"Better, but do not rush this part. Go very slowly. Shave a small part and then pause while you pleasure. Then shave a little more. If you do it correctly, it should take you about fifteen to twenty minutes." 

I dismissed my earlier question and concentrated on shaving very slowly and pleasuring her as ordered. 

"And don't be afraid to touch a woman's ass. That is a very sensitive spot you will learn about soon. But for now, make sure mine is clean and happy." 

This was pushing my comfort zone I knew, but with all the soap already dripping down through her legs, I felt it was probably fairly clean there anyway. Using the side of my hand, I ran it gently between her slit and down past her ass, stopping when I felt her puckered cherry. Miriam moaned low as I touched her there with my finger. Her reaction surprised me and persuaded me to keep my hand there a little longer. I remembered what I felt when Kyle pushed his finger into my arse—it had made my world come unraveled. What would Miriam do? I wondered. 

Miriam's continued moans had an effect on me, like cheering me on to try something new. I moved my finger until the tip was touching the centre of her arse. I pushed and immediately felt my finger enter inside her. Miriam's moan grew and she began to massage her own breast with her hand. I had almost forgotten why I was down here in the first place and so I returned my attention and quickly finished shaving the last area while my finger was lodged tightly inside her arse. 

Finished, I removed my finger, soaped up my hands again and ran them over the rest of Miriam's body, carefully washing her breasts, shoulders, and back. After I shampooed her hair and rinsed her clean, Miriam waited on the bench while I had my shower. My turn went rather quickly since I only needed to soap and shampoo myself, not having to shave was a huge time saver. I felt a strong twinge as my hands passed over my soapy skin, across the rings in my nipples. I could feel the heat in my sex being to stir as I looked at the rings. They seemed like they were a part of me now—like they'd always been there. I pulled against the jeweled chain in my navel and the tug seemed to further intensify my desire. I chanced a look at Miriam to make sure she wasn't looking directly at me and then I ran my lathered hand over my cunt, feeling the rings pass under the palm of my hand. The feeling was both pain and pleasure and I wanted to scream because of it. 

I pulled my hand away when Miriam began to turn towards me, not wanting to get caught again. I quickly rinsed myself off and exited the shower. Miriam stood dripping on the thick bathroom rug and I quickly realized she was waiting for me. I took a heavy towel from the rack next to the shower door and dried her hair and body.I brushed her hair and dressed her in the clothes she picked out. She did her own makeup while I brushed out my own hair and we were finally ready. 

"I almost forgot," she said as we were about to leave the bedroom. She left me standing near the door while she returned to her closet to retrieve something. She held out her hand and in her palm were two balls about the size of a large walnut. Each was black as obsidian and perfectly round. "Feet apart," she said quickly. 

I hesitated until I saw her begin to grow impatient and then I quickly did as she'd ordered. 

"These little gems are going to do two things for you," she began, kneeling down in front of me. "First, they're heavy for a reason. They're designed to strengthen your pelvic floor muscles which will have many benefits to you—and your lovers—in the future," she took one of the round balls in her fingers, moistened it with her own saliva, and then inserted it into my vagina. I felt its weight immediately. "Second, they're going to give you subtle, but continuous, stimulation," she took the second ball and repeated the process, adding it to the first. 

"Ah!" I yelped as I felt the weight. I clenched tightly, but it still felt like they were going to fall out. I grabbed my pussy tightly with my hand and locked my knees together. 

Miriam cast me a mischievous smile, "Let's go to the kitchen and have a late breakfast. You'll then meet John again in his office before joining me to start your day." 

"Yes Mistress," I said, straining to keep the evil spheres (because that's exactly what they were) from falling out of me. Bloody hell, Miriam had taken Satan's nuts and now she was using them to torture me. 

Miriam was already halfway down the stairs when I took my first step down. I stopped. This was going to be impossible. I pushed my thighs tightly together and slowly took another step. Slightly better, but at this rate it was going to take me an hour to get to the bottom of the staircase. Looking down, I saw that Miriam was out of eyesight and probably near the kitchen, so I held my hand firmly to my slit and got the shock of my life as my knees almost buckled. Between the metal balls putting pressure on one side of my vagina and my hand putting pressure on the other, the piercings pressed into my sensitive lower lips and almost made my brain short circuit as I bit my lower lip and moaned. 

I carefully made my way down the stairs and eventually caught up to Miriam as she was entering the kitchen. She looked back at me, "No cheating, little Nymph," she said calmly and gestured me to come closer. 

I removed my hand, stood up as straight as I could, and walked slowly to Miriam, making sure to leave my hands at my sides. I felt perspiration beading on my forehead from the exertion. 

"Punishments can take many different forms, but I've been dying to do this," Miriam said as she took my nipple rings into her fingers and twisted them. 

They burst in agony and I cried out for a long second before I could stop myself and choke back my cry. I didn't want to show pain, that was always thought of as weakness around my brothers. She twisted them nearly all the way around and held them there for longer than I thought I could bear. When she finally let go I felt the blood rush back into the tips as they burned like they were being pressed against a hot iron. 

Miriam grinned wickedly and then looked toward the table. 

Following her gaze, I looked toward the table, I saw a small assortment of muffins, biscuits, different blends of coffee and even tea. Oh, wonderful tea! I made my way laboriously to the table and sat down on one of the chairs nearest the small breakfast. Ahh, I sighed internally. The pressure was still there, but the seat of the chair helped. Between the constant, moving pressure of the metal balls and the ever present pulls and twists from my clit ring, my mind was almost always thinking about my pussy. 

Miriam took coffee for herself, but I was happy with the Earl Grey tea. My earliest memories were of mum making tea in the afternoon and Earl Grey was always her preferred. Consequently, I've become hopelessly addicted to it. I ate a muffin and sipped my tea as Miriam paced the kitchen, talking away on her mobile. My tongue, jaw, and neck were tired and sore, making eating difficult. Each bite and movement of my jaw made me think of eating Miriam's pussy. Bloody hell, my hormones were beginning to rage again. 

When I had finished, she gestured towards the hallway and mouthed 'doctor' to me silently, so I finished my tea and retraced my way to John's office. Several times I had to stop and hold my hand over my sex, resting my pussy. The feel of the rings that now lined my slit felt odd to my fingers, but I couldn't help but touch them. 

Worried that John might be waiting for me, I got moving again and was soon knocking on the door to his office. 

"Good morning, Jamiee. Please come in," he greeted me in his usual, warm manner. 

"Good morning, Doctor Brandt," sounding colder than I'd intended. 

He looked at me with a patronizing grin, "Please, let's be friends, call me John," he reminded me. 

I couldn't help but smile, "John," I simply said as I followed his direction and he helped me up onto the table. I felt anxious because I had no idea what was planned for me today, and I wasn't sure if I could take any more surprises. 

"Oh, baby girl, you're shaking—what's wrong?" 

"I'm a little nervous," I admitted. 

"About what? Please tell me," he encouraged kindly. 

"...I don't want anymore piercings," I said feebly. 

John rested his hand on my arm and squeezed it comfortingly, "You can banish the thought today," he said reassuringly, but I couldn't help but wonder about tomorrow, "I'm only here to see how the laser treatment is taking—make sure your skin isn't irritated." 

"I feel like I was out in the sun too long, but other than that I feel fine." 

John took a close look down my legs and arms, "We'll have to do this one more time, but we'll wait until you're almost ready to head back to school... everything looks good, though. And how are the piercings feeling?" 

"Everything's a little sore, but they're fine—other than this one," I explained, fingering the ring in my clit. "This one's driving me batty," I said honestly. 

John moved between my legs and looked at each piercing carefully, "And the salve?" he asked. 

"It helps," I confirmed. 

"Please don't forget to use it, Jamiee, it'll help the healing go faster," he said. He stood and looked at each nipple carefully, "everything looks good, it's all healing nicely. Any questions?" 

I turned my head towards him, "Why do you call me Jamiee? Miriam never does anymore." 

John continued to smile cordially as he sat back down on his small stool, making it easier for us to see eye to eye, "Remember, she is your Mistress, be careful about being too informal when you're here," he admonished, but did so kindly, "But to answer your question, it's simply because she's your Mistress. You serve her, not me." 

I shrugged, "That makes sense," I said, my brow furrowed, "Are you a Dominant like my Mistress then?" 

Doctor Brandt rolled his stool back to the desk and leaned back against it casually. It was an odd way to have a conversation with someone. Me, on my back with my legs in the air, and the doctor leaning casually against his desk looking at me, but he didn't stare at me in a sexual way. In fact, it felt like he didn't even notice I was naked. 

"Not exactly, no. There's no one like your Mistress, though," John said with a genuine smile, "My place in our community is a little different than most. I don't exactly participate in the community like your Mistress, or like anyone really. I'm more of a behind-the-scenes kind of guy. 

"You see, my proclivities are more medically related. In other words, I get my kicks from taking care of the sexually insane." 

I couldn't help but chuckle, "Are you happy then?" I asked, wondering at the same time if I was now one of the sexually insane. 

"Yes, I'm very happy," he answered, "I still keep an office in town, and I work at the hospital on a rotation once-a-week, so I probably spend half of my time here at the house. It's a good life, I really have no complaints." 

"You have a beautiful home," I complimented. 

"Thank you, my wife and I have worked hard to make it what it is, but it's more than just a home as I'm sure you're figuring out," when I didn't respond he continued, "Our home has become the epicenter for our community. We host a lot of events and well, 'activities' here—that's the main reason we built this office here. We can do almost any procedure, body modification, basic check-ups, you name it." 

"Body modifications?" I asked. 

John smiled and shrugged his shoulders, "Our community is for all types, and there are some that enjoy, well, let's say, the-more-extreme-side-of-life. As long as they're not hurting anyone else, we try to give them a safe outlet here to be who they want to be. 

"Body modifications have been growing in popularity and we have done a number of things here, but some of it gets to be too extreme. When that happens we encourage those people to move on: we have a comfort zone I guess you'd call it. If you've been online much you've probably seen most of what we would do like, but we've done everything from breast augmentation and vaginal rejuvenation to tongue splitting and piercings like you've seen," he smiled wryly at me. "We've even delivered babies in here," he added offhandedly. 

I touched my fingers to my lips absentmindedly, "I don't think I'd like my tongue split." 

"Not to worry, I think your Mistress likes your tongue the way it is." I felt a degree of relief at that, as well as embarrassment. 

I blushed as I noticed him looking at my open vagina on display, the metal balls were easier to keep inside without the constant, downward pressure, but they still made themselves known—all the time, as did the clit ring. It was incredibly frustrating, but it did have a stimulating effect that made me slippery wet. 

"I'm just going to make sure the IUD hasn't slipped," said the Doctor as he inserted two fingers into my cunt. He removed one ball and held it against my pussy lips, "what a marvelous contrast—the black of the ball against the rose of your vagina is striking." 

I flushed crimson as the Doctor sat gazing at my cunt. 

"So what about you, Jamiee, are you happy? I can see that some of this appeals to you," said the Doctor, removing the second ball and reaching deep into the opening of my cunt. 

I bit my lower lip between my teeth and nodded, embarrassed and turning ever redder in my face, "Some things, yes," I admitted, "but I don't think that I would like to do it all the time." 

"That is very understandable and also very healthy. Trust me, I spend a lot of time working with people who are taking the Lifestyle to excess. I have no doubt that my wife will push your boundaries, but this could prove to be a very educational for you. Very few people will experience what you are going to experience." 




My Life Ch. 08



"Mistress..." 

"Mistress Brandt..." 

"Mistress, I need to use the loo," 

'Hmmm," sighed a sleepy voice. 

"Mistress, please, I need to use the loo," 

Miriam rolled toward me until we faced each other. Her half-open eyes stirred erotic thought in me despite my urgent need. Her disheveled blonde hair made her look like an adolescent's wet dream. She was still beautiful, but in the early morning light I could see the lines of age at her eyes and mouth. 

"What is my little nymph chirping about," her voice was a whisper. 

"I need to use the loo, please Mistress—I have to pee." 

Mistress' finger touched the inside of my arm that was stretched by my head, "I like how smooth you are now," she said, running her finger across the sensitive flesh. 

I laughed and almost peed, "Stop, please—I'm going to make a mess," I pleaded. 

Miriam reached down between my legs and palmed my pussy, "Hold it a little longer. It's good to strengthen these muscles." I tried not to whine, but I must have fallen asleep before using the toilet last night because I had to go desperately. "I want your cunt muscles to be very, very strong, little nymph." 

I squeezed every muscle I could contract and exhaled through puckered lips. I'd never had to go so bad in all my life. 

Miriam rolled her eyes but loosened the strap at the head of the bed, leaving my wrists still bound together, "Such drama," she mumbled as she repeated the process at my feet, leaving my ankles tied together like she had my wrists. "Okay, off you go," she said as she turned her back toward me. 

There was no time to try and figure out how to get completely free, so I rolled off the bed and onto my hands and knees. I had forgotten about the metal balls that were still inside me and they came free as soon as my knees hit the floor. I felt them fall and then heard as they hit the floor and then rolled away. Shit, that was probably going to cause me some sort of grief later, but it didn't matter now, I thought as I pulled myself awkwardly across the floor with my elbows and knees. 

Several times I swear I heard Miriam snicker as I tried to do this quasi-army-crawl across the floor. Crawling with my hands and feet tied together was hard work and had my blood flowing freely after only a few feet of progress. My breasts felt full and heavy as blood passed through them and caused the piercings to inflame my nipples with a pleasing torment. The piercings were becoming a constant presence in my consciousness, inculcating every fiber of my body with thoughts of lust and need. 

At last made it to the toilet and climbed on top. It wasn't until I was finishing that I noticed how much my arms and legs hurt—no, more my entire body—every muscle. It was even difficult to stay sitting up on the toilet my abdomen was so tired. I felt like I'd been surfing for three days straight. Finishing, I made my way back to the bed and crawled on top. 

I laid there for several minutes, not really thinking about anything in particular, but unable to fall back to sleep. The room was comfortable, not to cool, not to warm—but my mind was awake now and thoughts of going to the beach began to return. The waves would be breaking to the north more than likely and the right now was when they would have their best shape, smooth and rolling, just waiting for me to drop in and ride the morning away. 

Miriam rolled back towards me, looking wide awake, too. I wonder if she'd be interested in surfing. 

"You naughty little lesbian, you woke me up and now I can't get back to sleep." 

"I'm sorry Mistress, but I really had to go." 

Miriam sided up next to me and began to play with the ring piercing my left nipple, "I really like seeing these on you," she said and she turned slightly to one side and then the other, "but you were very selfish last night." 

My brow furrowed, "Mistress?" I said in confusion. 

"I let you cum last night and then you went and fell asleep on me," she said petulantly. 

That's not exactly what happened. I was on fucking sensory overload and fucking passed out. I don't even remember going to sleep. But I knew that wasn't what my Mistress wanted to hear right now, so Instead I asked, "I'm sorry Mistress, what would you have me do to make it up to you?" 

Miriam pulled my nipple ring until I let out a whimper, "Let's try something a little different," she said ambiguously. 

She refastened the cords that held my feet and hands to the bed until I was once again supine and powerless. Pulling the sheet away, she rose to her knees and wove her hand deep into my hair. She had slept naked and so had to remove nothing as she lifted one of her long legs over my face and planted her knee next to my head, pushing her foot and lower leg under my arm. Next she moved her other leg closer and pushed it too under my other arm until she was straddling my face between her thighs, both her lower legs hooking my shoulders; I could feel her feet at my sides. I looked at her between her legs, her head moved forward and her hair fell around her like a sheet. 

"I think I like you right here," she purred seductively. Her opening was only inches from my face and her hand still twisted in my hair. "For being so selfish last night, you are going to be my little fucktoy this morning," she said as she pulled my face deep into her cunt. 

I pushed my tongue forward but instantly regretted it. Miriam ground her powerful hips into my face and pulled the back of my head deeper into her at the same time. I heard her sigh as she began to grind her sex against my mouth, treating my face as little more than a sex toy. I felt the moistness at her entrance grow and begin to smear across my lips, cheeks and chin. She lifted her hips up and I inhaled deeply as she lowered herself onto my forehead and then slid her vagina downward across my eyes, nose and mouth, covering me in more of her wetness. 

The scent of her undulating lust ignited my own desire and I pressed my legs together tightly to try to create a spot of friction, but it was in vain. Her movements became more frantic as she tried to bury my face deeper into her cunt. Her aroma was intoxicating and I wanted more from this woman. Hearing her own bays of pleasure made me feel a sense of fulfillment and I found that I wanted to give her more. I knew her climax was growing closer as her movements became more focused and she applied even more pressure. When her entrance was directly over my mouth I pushed out my tongue quickly and felt it enter her slit. The yelp I heard let me know my effort was appreciated. She held herself there and let me work my tongue in and out of her hole. 

I felt her muscles contract around me and she suddenly went rigid, "Drink from me, little one," she said barely loud enough for me to hear. I lapped and swallowed hungrily at her sweetness as she came, her fingers digging into my scalp. I hadn't been able to make myself orgasm, but I felt an adrenaline rush at having helped my Mistress reach such an intense orgasm. 

Finally, her movements stopped and I withdrew my tongue as she collapsed against the headboard for a minute. She sighed pleasantly, "That was a good way to start our last day together this week," she said, extracting herself from my arms and head until she was standing on the floor at the side of the bed. "You are a sticky mess again, little nymph," she giggled as she turned to head to the loo, "I need some water." 

I felt completely covered her cum as I lie in her bed. I licked my lips and tried my best to rub at my eyes with my raised arms, but I think all I did was spread more of her cum across my skin. Miriam approached the bed again, drinking water from a glass cup. I suddenly felt very thirsty as she now stood over me and ran her fingers across my tummy and down my thighs. Her fingers found the rings that lined my pussy and she flicked at them lightly. 

"Are you thirsty?" she asked pressing her finger deeply into my entrance. 

I nodded, "Yes Mistress," 

She didn't respond at first, instead feeling around inside me with her long fingers, "Good," she simply said and tossed the glass into the centre of the bed, "Let's give you another drink then, shall we?" she smiled at me as she spoke. 

Miriam then climbed back onto the bed and into the exact position she had been in before, but instead of wrapping her hand into my hair, she leaned back and cupped it over the top of my sex, inserting her middle finger as she did. She then lowered herself to where her pussy's lips were touching my own lips. 

"Go ahead then, have yourself a drink, little one," she said, "I have you until lunchtime today, so I plan on making the most of the time I have left." 

I pushed my tongue through her swollen lips as she fingered my vagina. I nipped at her clit and heard her cry out. She returned the gesture and inserted two fingers into my slit and squeezed my clit. I might not have use of my hands, but I was determined to give as good as I got for as long as my Mistress could dish it out. 

-_- 

I peered out the window and saw my mum walking towards the house along the edge of the garden. I straightened my skirt and blouse and ran my fingers through my damp hair. I looked down at my chest; I had taken the padding out of one bra and added it to another in an attempt to hide the rings in my nipples and it was more-or-less working. Hopefully enough that my mum wouldn't notice any difference. 

"Don't be so nervous, little one," Miriam said breathed, drawing near me, "You pleased me very nicely." 

I nodded and tried to relax when Miriam embraced me and lowered her lips onto mine. Reflexively I parted my lips and let her tongue sweep into my mouth. My heart beat as I knew my mother was only seconds away from the door. Miriam slid her hands under my skirt, beneath my knickers and over my bare pussy. I bit back a moan and returned the kiss fervently. 

"You will not need these," Miriam said, pulling at the waistband of my knickers. "Remove them now," 

As quickly as I possibly could, I stepped back, reached under my skirt and removed my knickers. Miriam took them from my hand and hung them on the coat rack by the door. I stared at them hanging there, my eyes wide in anxiety at the thought that my mum might see them. Miriam again slid her hand under my skirt, but it wasn't until I felt the growing pressure at my entrance that I realized what she was doing. 

"Wear these home today," she said, "and I want you to wear them as much as you can get away with safely." The doorbell rang and I froze in place as I felt the first metal ball finally slip inside me. Miriam didn't react to the door, "And practice those kegel exercises I showed you several times a day. I'll know if you're getting lazy on me," she said as she slipped the second ball inside. 

The doorbell rang again and before I could turn to the door, Miriam kissed me again. She kissed me deeply and stroked her hand over my chest. My knees almost buckled as I realized I was snogging an older woman only feet away from my mum. After the doorbell rang a third time, Miriam released me, smiled wickedly and opened the door. 

"Mrs. Boyack, I'm so sorry, we were all the way on the other side of the house," she said. 

My mum glanced at me briefly, but I turned away to grab my rucksack, trying to get my racing heartbeat under control. 

"Of course," said my mum politely, "I hope all went well then." 

Miriam gave my mother a genuine and affectionate smile, "Absolutely," she gushed, "she is a hard and diligent worker when properly motivated—I think our time together was mutually stimulating," she said cryptically. I felt myself blush at the double entendre. 

"Very good, I'm pleased to hear that," said mum, looking relieved and even a little happy. She turned and looked at me, "Come along, Jillian. We've taken quite enough of Mrs Brandt's time." 

Miriam gave me a small, polite wave, but her gaze made me shiver. I returned a nervous smile before turning to follow my mum toward the car. I squeezed my lower muscles tightly together and walked as quickly as I could, struggling to keep pace with my mum's longer stride. 

I noticed mum slow up slightly and she turned her head toward me, "You look a little flush, Jillian. Are you feeling alright?" 

I nodded and tried to look relaxed. It wouldn't do for me to lose the metal balls from my pussy and drop them right in front of my mum. "I'm fine mum, maybe a bit peckish." The answer seemed to satisfy her. 

"Let's get home then, and I'll make us a cuppa and some sandwiches," she said as we entered the car. 

We were soon driving toward home and all felt right for a moment. I touched my neck where my collar had been, it felt bare and I felt slightly off. It was strange to be riding in the car, watching traffic pass looking at familiar places and landmarks after spending several days as Miriam's sex slave. The whole thing would seem like a dream now if it weren't for the pressure the metal balls were applying to the inside of my pussy. 

"So what did Mrs Brandt have you working on?" mum asked. 

"hmm, organising invoices and filing mostly," I said, glad that it wasn't exactly a lie. 

"Well I'm happy that you're taking responsibility for your actions and Mrs Brandt is happy with your work. As horrific a scare as you gave me, I'm pleasantly surprised by the outcome of it all. You being at Mrs Brandt's for a few days is going to work out splendidly. Your father and I have arranged our schedules so that we'll be gone at the beginning of the week while you're at work, and then we can spend time with you when we're all home." 

That didn't sound so bad, although it would make it difficult to see Kyle. I'd have to think about that. Sneaking off in the middle of the night would be a bad idea. If I got caught my mum would go completely spare and I'd never see daylight again. 

"That will be nice," I said truthfully. 

"Danielle will be staying with us for a fortnight or two while Dean finishes up training at the base, so it might give you a chance to get to know her," mum said, referring to my sister. 

My brother was still active duty Navy and when he wasn't deployed, it was common for him to be involved in training drills that kept him away from home until late at night. I used to ask him what he did in the Navy, but he would always take the mickey and tell me something different every time. To this day, I still have no idea what he actually does. 

"I'd like that," I finally said. I had only seen Danielle a couple of times, and I'd hardly said more than a few words to her. My relationship was never very good with the other brother's wives, but maybe there was hope with this one. 

"When's she due, it's getting close isn't it?" I asked, knowing that Danielle was very preggers. 

"She has another month to go, so with any luck you'll be here for the birth of your nephew," mum said as we arrived at the house. 

"That'd be brilliant!" I exclaimed, getting out of the car. 

"She and Dean will be here shortly. Please make sure to help them unload her things. She'll be staying in Dean's old room," my mum exclaimed, "Now hurry inside, your father has a surprise for you." 

I looked at my mum warily for a moment but couldn't detect anything out of place. She seemed happy actually, which for my mum was something of a rarity. 

I slung my backpack over my shoulder and walked into the house, eventually finding my dad rooting through the cupboard where mum occasionally hid sweets. 

"I think I have a chocolate bar up in my room," I said behind him. 

Dad started and turned around quickly, he gave me a crooked smile as he closed the cupboard with the hand behind his back, "Hey there, toots." 

I sighed sarcastically and turned around to leave. I didn't care what the surprise was, I hated the effing nickname with a passion. 

"Oh, come on, I'm just teasing," said dad, taking a couple of steps toward me. "Don't get too upset, crying girls can't go to baseball games." 

A baseball game would be brilliant! I shouted in my head. I wanted to smile and let myself feel excited, but the memories of the last few weeks refused to leave, the impression in the hard ground of my resentment and hurt ran deep. I turned to see Dad, standing there with a new Padres baseball hat in his hand. He handed it to me. "I can't wear that," I said seriously. 

"Why not, I got five tickets to the Padres-Mariners game tomorrow night. You're not seriously thinking of wearing that old Dodgers cap are you?" 

I laughed, "Of course I am, dad. That's my team." 

Dad let out a loud breath, "Still? I thought you would've grown out of that by now. We're a Padres family, not a Dodgers family." 

I shrugged, "I've always been the odd one out," I said. I meant it to sound as a joke, but it came across more serious than I intended. 

Dad frowned. He tossed the cap onto the table, bent down as he stepped toward me and swept me up in a deep hug, "You're not the odd one out, firefly," he said and he squeezed me close, "I love you little girl." 

Tears instantly stung my eyes as I hugged my dad back. The ice I'd been allowing to build up around my heart cracked, opening a small fissure. "You don't play fair, dad," I said as I sniffled. 

I felt dad shake his head next to me, "Not when my children are involved. I play to win," he said as he set me back onto my feet. "Dean and Danielle will be here shortly, so put away your things." 

Putting the ben-wa-balls into a sock, I hid them under my dresser—no bloody way was I going to risk anyone finding those. I would do the kegel exercises that Miriam wanted, but toting satan's miserable balls inside of me all the time was just cruel. Now, with my knickers hanging in Miriam's foyer, I took a pair from my dresser and pulled them on. As soon as I had pulled them securely into place, the rings surrounding my pussy made a thousand nerves fire at once. I started and felt my knees lose their strength as a surge of desire began to build again. Unable to think of a solution, I pushed my hand down my knickers and held the material away from my skin and then breathed in and out slowly, trying to will the fire to go away. 

I had barely put my things away in my room when I heard Dean's old Ford truck pull into the driveway. Being in the military, Dean and Danielle lived on base but still didn't have a lot of money. I'm sure my parents would have helped them out financially, but I knew my brothers were stubborn that way and wouldn't accept it unless it were a dire emergency. But Dean was more stubborn than all my other brothers put together. He would probably drive that old truck even if were Bill-Gates-rich. 

I pushed and stretched the waistband of my knickers until they fit more loosely before I made my way gingerly down the stairs, trying hard not to cause any more friction than necessary between my legs. Walking outside, I saw that Dean already had the passenger door open and was helping his very pregnant wife out of the truck's cab. She had to hate that truck because Dean had raised the suspension so much that it was almost impossible to get in and out of for a regular person, much less for a pregnant wife. 

"Hey small fry," said Dean, giving me a quick hug and then getting two suitcases out of the back of the truck. 

"Can I help you with that?" I asked Danielle, reaching for the dog carrier. 

She strained as she passed it to me, "Careful, he weighs a lot. You might want to let him out, though. He's probably tired of being in there." 

I took the carrier by the sides and pitched forward a step before I could catch myself as Danielle released her grip, "Wow, you weren't bloody kidding—" 

"Language, Jamiee!" mum screamed from the house. 

"Sorry mum," I said automatically as I set the carrier on the ground and opened the door. The French bulldog was short and squatty with a flat nose and pointy ears. "Oh, you are precious," I gushed in my stupid doggie voice. I looked up to Danielle, "What's his name?" 




My Life Ch. 08



"Rocco," she said with affection in her voice. It was obvious Danielle liked dogs as much as I did, and at least the worst thing Rocco could do would be to give you a love bite if he happened to find you passed out on the floor, not like my degenerate boxer who would relish any opportunity to mount anything he could have his wicked way with. 

I looked back to the top heavy little dog, "Rocco, what a perfect name. Come on, Rocco," I encouraged, "Let's go meet Maximus." I wondered briefly if Rocco should be anywhere near my dog. Maximus wasn't preferential on the sex of his victims, or even if they were human or animal for that matter. Rocco stood next to Danielle unsure of his new surroundings. 

"He's a little shy," said Danielle as I picked up the doggie carrier and followed everyone into the house, Rocco followed along, staying very close to Danielle's legs. 

Danielle was the closest of my sisters to my height, but that still left her several inches taller than me. Her curly hair was tied up messily above her head and her face looked slightly fuller than the last time I'd seen her. She still had the cute, turned-up nose, but her cheeks weren't as pronounced now. She was dressed casually in dark blue shorts and she wore a simple tee shirt that was very stretched around the middle. I couldn't help myself from staring at her pregnant belly and wondering what it felt like to have a little baby growing inside of you. Her boobs, too, were much larger than I remembered seeing before. 

"You're coming to the game with us tomorrow, right?" I asked Danielle as we entered the house. 

She put her hands on the back of her voluptuous hips and leaned back, stretching, "Dean wants me to go, but my back is killing me so I don't think I'll stay very long." 

I was about to show Danielle to her room when I caught Maximus in the corner of my eye. He was way too excited at seeing the new dog and did what all dogs love to do: stick their noses in each other's crotch. But poor Rocco was so small compared to Maximus he flipped up sideways in the air when Maximus aggressively tried to give him a good smell. 

"Maximus, stop!" I yelled and grabbed his collar. I straddled my dog between my legs and held him tightly. I could feel his tension between my thighs as he tried to pull away and get his freak on with the smaller dog. I looked at Danielle, "Sorry, mum had his bits chopped off but he's still too pervy for his own good." 

Danielle laughed and bent down to comfort her traumatized miniature bulldog. "He's fine. It'll do him some good to be roughed up a little bit. He's too coddled at home." 

Mum came from the kitchen, her lips scrunched together tightly as she looked at Maximus, "You might have to leave your dog in the garage, Jillian." 

"Maybe," I had to concede. "I will if he tries to have a go at Rocco again." 

Mum nodded, "Get things settled quickly and come down for supper then." 

Danielle and I moved to the side as Dean and dad passed us carrying the heavy luggage. I followed the train of people upstairs and into Dean's old room where I set down the doggie carrier. 

Dean ruffled my hair and then gave his wife a quick hug, "I should be able to break away for a few hours to meet you guys at the game," he told her. 

"Do you have to be on base tonight though?" asked Danielle sadly. 

Dean frowned, "Yes, you know I do. I know this next month will be hard, but I promise I'll be finished with this training rotation in time for the baby, and then I'm on leave for a couple of weeks, so we just have to get through one month." 

Danielle looked so sad and alone that it made my heart hurt for her. I shifted my weight and stuck my bum out a bit trying to lessen the pressure from my knickers. I don't understand how my brother could leave his wife like this; I understood that he didn't have any choice really, but Danielle looked incredibly fuckable at the moment and if I would have been in his place, I would have kicked everyone out of the room and fucked her senseless. An image of me, bending over a sweat soaked Danielle and fucking her with a large strapon cock flashed into my imagination, her large breasts bouncing off of her swollen belly as she took my large dildo into her cunt over and over. 

Oh my god, where did that thought come from. I felt flush and had to escape into the corridor. What in the bloody hell was that? Danielle was my brother's wife—my sister—and here I was imagining myself fucking her from behind. I needed to have a shower, a very, very cold shower. 

The upstairs shower was simple compared to one I'd used at Miriam's, but I only needed soap, shampoo and cold water right now. I pulled the plastic shower curtain to the side, turned on the water and waited for it to warm up slightly. Okay, I didn't have it in me to jump into a freezing cold shower. Better off to start warm and then cool it down so it wasn't such a shock. Dropping my clothes to the floor, I stepped inside the shower and enjoyed the warmth. I pushed the shower head to the side and, out of habit, I soaped up my leg and grabbed my razor. I had made two passes before my hand felt that something was out of place. My leg was perfectly smooth already. Shaking my head, I put the razor back onto the wire shelf that hung from the shower head. Moving the water over myself, I rinsed the soap from my leg and ran my fingers over the skin. I'd forgotten I wouldn't need to do this anymore. 

My hand automatically went to my cunt—no—I was at home and away from Miriam, I didn't need to think of my vagina as a cunt right now. It was crazy how easy it was to fall into regarding myself as Miriam's submissive. I ran the bar of soap over the folds of my vagina, carefully running my fingers over the small rings down the sides and avoiding the bigger one in the centre. The slickness of the soap and my fingers felt good against my sex, so I reached up and moved the shower head to the side and then sat on the floor. In this position, I could see my new rings up close. I hadn't had a lot of time at Miriam's to inspect my new accessories, so I was happy to have a moment to myself. 

My nipples were still sore, but not so much as they were a few days ago. I could move the ring through my skin without any pain if I did it slowly. But the movement caused the large buds to snap to attention and soon they were hard and painfully sensitive. I moved my hand to my clit and pinched the ring between my fingers. My clit was engorged like it always seemed to be now; it was like a giant red nerve, exposed and angry. I laughed, that description reminded me of how Bruce Banner described his alter ego, the Incredible Hulk, in the last Avenger movie. That was an apt description, my clit was like the fecking incredible hulk, only red instead of green. 

The ring wouldn't let my little nub, which wasn't so little now, retreat back into its hiding place. It was always poking out now. This ring was just cruel. I touched the tip of my clit with my finger and I made a low moan. Damn, this little thing was intense. Using the tips of my fingers, I rubbed them over where pubic hair used to be. The skin was smooth and there was no sign that a hair follicle had ever existed; it was so silky now. My arousal began to grow and I tilted my head back against the shower wall, thinking of the crazy few days at Miriam's house. Having sex with Kyle was a nice thought, too. But the person that kept coming to mind—the person I wanted to be with right now was Brooklyn. I'd had all these new experiences and I needed to share them with her. 

I imagined the feel of her dark red hair through my fingers as I increased the pressure around the edges of my clit. I closed my eyes and hundreds of images of a beautiful woman came to mind. Whips, cries of passion, load moans of ecstasy occupied my awareness. A beautiful orgasm pulled a stifled moan from my lips and I kicked my heels against the shower wall as my muscles stiffened and then twitch out of my control. Despite being very sensitive, I continued to rub at my trembling core. I came two more times in rapid succession before tilting to the side and lying down completely on the shower floor, my cheek aginst the warm tile. 

My pussy begged for me to stop, but I couldn't. I needed that sated feel that would normally come after a good climax, but it was like my mind had deleted that feeling from my memory and I was now only chasing a ghostly recollection. The warm water fell over my face and shoulders. I continued to abuse my aching pussy, pushing two and then three fingers deep into my slit. The erotic images of nude women assaulted my mind and drove me ever harder. I tried to push them aside, but there were too many—all demanding my attention. But then suddenly I found an image that helped push the others off of my mind's stage. 

I took a deep breath and stopped moving my fingers within myself as I tried to concentrate on the one image that would bring me peace. Brooklyn! I sat up with a start. I needed to talk to her. I needed to see her. I needed her. I stood on shaky legs and rinsed myself off, dried off the best I could and wrapped myself in one of the thick towels kept under the sink. As soon as I was in my room I flipped open my laptop and logged on. Skype was up and ringing. Brooke finally answered. 

"JJ!" she shouted, "Where have ye bin, why haven't ye called?" My Brooklyn looked disheveled and still half asleep but seeing her made me feel a sense of control I hadn't been able to find in just a minute ago. 

"I'm sorry, Brooke. Things have been a little mental around 'eya." 

Brooke moved a lock of her dark red hair to behind her ear, "Ye look skinnier, have ye nae bin eatin' properly? 

I sighed happily as I saw her on my screen. Her hair spilled messily over her shoulders, giving her that freshly fucked look and it made my heart clench - god I missed her. She had worn a dark tan tank top to bed which revealed the side of her boob. 

"Aye," I said, slipping a bit into Brooke's accent. "The summer just started off a little rough." 

"Whit did ye dae?" said Brooke, giving me that knowing look, wrinkling her lightly freckled nose at me in suspicion, her big eyes studying me carefully. 

I didn't answer right away as I selected my words carefully. Finally, I said, "I had sex with that bloke I told you about before." 

"An'?" her brow raised high on her forehead. 

"It hurt something awful the first time," I said, "but it's gotten a lot better since." 

Brooke's smile didn't quite reach her eyes, "Well that's good." 

"You're good with it, right?" I asked, "we said we would do it if we had the chance." 

Brooke nodded, "Aye, 'at we did. Sorry, ah am happy fur ye—jist a wee bit surprised at how at how jealous ah feel right now." I started to respond when Brooke cut me off, "Don' think oan it, lassie. Someday i'll be feckin a boyfriend an' yoo'll know whit aam feelin'." 

"Aye," I said, sounding more melancholy than I felt. These things were so much easier to talk about when we were at school and this was all just wishes and dreams. Real life was feeling much different. I looked up at Brooke. "There's more," I said and started from the beginning and told her everything from smoking pot to getting arrested for being in a street race. Well, I told her almost everything. I couldn't bring myself to talk about Miriam and the piercings... or her demanding to be my Mistress until I'd paid my debt. This wasn't a conversation to have online. 

"Oh my god lassie," she said shaking her head, "I leave ye aloyn fur a cuple o weeks an' ye try to land in every problem imaginable. Whit am I gonnae dae wi' ye?" She stopped and looked at me without speaking for a long minute, "There's more, whit aren't ye tellin' me?" I flushed crimson red in both embarrassment and shame and looked away from the screen. "Tell me reit now!" she demanded, pronouncing each word separately. 

"I can't Brooke—please don't make me," I pleaded, finally looking back to the laptop screen. "I mean I will tell you—of course, I'll tell you, but I don't want to do it here—like this. I'll tell you when we're back at school, together—I promise."  

Brooke sat back in her chair and crossed her arms, "I'm nae happy abit thes'." 

"I know, and I'm sorry. I just need to tell you in person, not on the computer. I'll owe you a big one." 

"That's right ye will. Yoo're nae pregnant ur ye? 

"NO!" I said indignantly. "That's not it." 

"Okay then, yoo'll owe me a big favur. I might make ye kiss me in public," she said with a smirk. 

I returned her look with a little defiance, squinting my eyes, "Promises, promises," we both laughed and I felt a sense of relief. 

"I wish ye were here. Mom an' dad both miss ye tay," Brooklyn said. 

"Tell them I miss them, too. Maybe I can visit during the Christmas holiday." 

"Aye, yoo're always welcome, ye know that. If yer parents don't fly ye home, then ye better come home wi' me," she said with a smile, then added, "I love ye Jillian, so stop feckin those American boys, or at least don' fall in love wi' one." 

"Aye, I won't," I said, returning her smile. We had talked a lot about dating boys and having experiences with others, but it was one thing to talk about it and another to do it. "Because I love you too, you redheaded prat." 

"Ah can't believe yoo're nae a virgin anymair, at leest wi' a bloke 'at is. But ah took yer girl virginity fram ye. Ye better nae forgit 'at." 

My smile grew even bigger at the awkward memory, "Aye, 'at ye did," I said, remembering the first night we had actually had sex. We had been roommates for years, had innocently held hands when we were little girls, only as we grew up, we had never stopped, even when all of the other girls had. She was the first person I had ever kissed apart from my parents, and I was hers. Our kisses began as chaste pecks, but slowly grew to passionate, open mouthed makeout sessions. 

"Ye know our mom is gonnae want tae know how ye ur. Whit should Ah tell 'er?" 

I loved how Brooke always refered to her mum as our mum. She included me in everything without reservation. "Tell her I'm fine, that I miss her—but don't tell her the rest of it. I don't want to worry her." 

"She's gonnae get ye ta tell 'er th' next time she sees ye. 'En she'll nae be happy 'at ah didn't tell 'er. She thinks ay ye as 'er daughter, too," she said, suddenly moving closer to her camera and filling my screen, genuine concern etched in her lovely features, "Ah worry bout ye, too, JJ. Nobody knows ye better an ah dae, an' ah know how impulsive ye can be." 

"I know, but I am trying harder to change that," I said. 

"That's nae whit it looks like from here," Brooke said bluntly. 

I smirked back at Brooke, "Starting now," I tried to tease in order to lighten the serious mood that had enveloped our conversation. 

Brooke rolled her eyes, but we talked happily for another hour and I felt loads better after. 

-_- 

I watched my brother kiss his pregnant wife and then get into his old truck and drive away. He had made the rounds and said goodbye to each of us since he wasn't sure if he was going to be able to get away to make it to the baseball game tomorrow. It was interesting to watch how his attitude changed as he prepared to leave. The fun, easy going brother I was used to seeing seemed more and more withdrawn as the day passed like he was steeling himself to face something serious—maybe that's exactly what he was doing. He looked tense, rigid but focused as he had gotten into his truck. 

Danielle tried not to cry, but she broke down and sobbed on his shoulder in the driveway. It was hard to watch and so I went into the garage and began to apply a layer of wax to the top of my surfboard for something to do. 

Hearing the front door of the house open and shut, I assumed everyone had gone inside, so I started when Danielle's voice suddenly sounded next to me. "What are you doing?" she asked, then immediately apologized, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to give you a fright." 

I dropped the puck-shaped wax to the floor, "It's fine—you scared the shite out of me," I laughed and picked up the wax. 

"Mr. Zogg's Sex Wax," Danielle red from the label. 

"It's just board wax," I explained, "There are loads of brands, but I always get this one because I know it drives mum a bit barmy." 

"Barmy?" asked Danielle. 

"Sorry, crazy—it drives mum a bit crazy." 

"I'm sorry," she apologized back, "I still struggle to understand what mom says sometimes," 

Danielle nodded, "I thought that was supposed to go on the bottom of the board like snow skies." 

I shrugged my shoulders, "I've never been snow skiing, but this wax is only to help your feet stick to board," I explained. I noticed my sister leaning heavily against the table under my surfboard. I went and grabbed a stool dad kept at an old workbench, "have a seat, unless you would rather go inside," I offered. 

Danielle happily took the stool, climbed up and sat down, sighing as she did, "My feet are so swollen," she complained. 

I couldn't help but look down at her feet. She wasn't lying, they were so swollen her toes looked like little nubs, "Pregnancy seems like a bitch," I said, pulling my gaze from her feet. 

Danielle laughed and nodded her head, "It has its moments," she confirmed, then, noticing me staring at her considerably large belly asked, "Do you want to feel?" 

I pulled my gaze up to meet hers, "May I?" I asked, feeling a sudden reverence. 

She gestured me forward, "Sure, he's moving around a lot right now so you should be able to feel him." 

Danielle lifted her shirt to above her belly and then pulled down the elastic waistband to below her middle, exposing the bare skin of her stomach. I hesitantly took a step forward and reached my hand out. Danielle took my hand and placed it on the side of her swollen tummy. At first I felt nothing, but then a sharp bump protruded out under the palm of my hand. "I felt that," I said excitedly. 

"He's usually pretty calm this time of day, but it's like he's feeling my anxiety at his daddy being gone." 

"He's supposed to be at the game tomorrow," I said, not really knowing what else to say. 

Danielle only shrugged, "I know, but even if he is, it's only for a few hours and then he has to leave. I know this sounds bad, but I almost hope he doesn't come, it's too hard to say goodbye over and over, and Brian walls himself off when he's involved in, well, whatever it is that he's doing over there. He's a master at shutting everything else out when he wants to." 

"He looked a little different to me when he left," I said. I felt a slow roll under my hand and could actually see movement beneath Danielle's skin. I knew my hand had been on her warm tummy for a long time, but Danielle didn't seem to mind. I'd love to put my hand on her bare breast—no, strike that. This was my sister I was thinking about. What's wrong with me... I bet her nipples are really sensitive right now. Reluctantly I forced my hand away. "Thank you, I've never done that before." 

Danielle looked at me, her brow almost fused together in the middle, "Never, seriously?" 

I shook my head, "No pregnant girls at school, and I've never been around when anyone else in the family was pregnant," I tried to say nonchalantly. 

"Sorry, Jamiee, I didn't think about—," 

"—Don't think on it," I said, not wanting her to feel bad for something that she had no control over. 

"Dean told me you were quite the surfer. How is it you learned to surf and none of your brothers did?" Danielle asked, changing the subject. 

I went back to waxing the board while Danielle spoke, rubbing the puck of wax across the center, the motion caused my breasts to swing back and forth despite the two bras I was wearing to hide the rings. The movement caused my nipples to awaken so I had to stop. "After my first year at school in England, mum put me into a surf camp with other kids my age for the summer. I really liked it because I was around kids my age, and being at the beach was way more fun than being at home with my prat of a brother," I explained, referring to Brian, "I did the surf camps for like seven summers before I started preferring to go by myself. Brian knows how to surf—or at least he did, he never goes anymore, though. I'm not sure why the others don't. I think they were all just busy with sports and girls." 




My Life Ch. 08



My nipples were now fully awake and aching to be touched. It felt like a burning itch that wasn't going to simply go away, so I tried to casually rub my forearm across my chest. It only made it worse. I bit the insides of my cheeks and tried not to still my hands. 

Danielle looked at me, one eyebrow raised in curiosity, "Are you alright?" 

I couldn't help but itch my breasts with my forearm again then readjust my bra, "I think I need a new bra," I said, trying to think of some type of excuse, "this one's old and driving me spare." 

Mum suddenly appeared in the garage, "We probably do need to take you shopping, don't we," she said, apparently having overheard the last part of our conversation." 

I tried to look indifferent, but I desperately wanted to pull my shirt off and rub the skin off of my nipples. I did need new bras and knickers but having mum take me wasn't an option. With her, there would be no privacy. She would demand to be in the fitting room and make sure everything fit properly. There would be no way to hide the piercings from her then. 

"If there's time before dinner, I'd be happy to take her," offered Danielle. "I need something to do right now anyways." 

Mum smiled and touched Danielle on her shoulder, "That would be lovely, thank you. Tea will be at seven, so you should have plenty of time." 

I put the wax down and wiped my hands on my shorts. I could have kissed my sister. She had no idea that she had just prevented world-war-three. "Thanks," I whispered to her as we followed mum into the house. 

Mum retrieved some money and the keys to her car from her purse, "If you would go to Nordstroms in the mall that would be wonderful," mum instructed Danielle. She then took a close look at my chest and said, "You'll probably still need to shop in the Junior Miss section to find her size." 

Thanks, mum, I said sarcastically in my head, even if it was true. I sighed and walked outside to wait for Danielle by the car. A few minutes later, Danielle came out of the house, looking like she was trying not to laugh. She opened the car and we were soon on our way to the mall. 

"What's so funny?" I asked, sounding a little cynical. 

"Your mom..." 

"What about mum?" I pushed. 

Danielle snorted a laugh, "She made sure to tell me to make sure you bought sensible underwear, and I quote, not something to be shown off to her secret boyfriend or her girlfriend at school." 

"Oh my god! She said that?" 

Danielle laughed harder, "I swear she did. What aren't you telling me, Jamiee? Who's the secret boyfriend? Does he live here or is he in the UK?" 

I blushed furiously, "Mum's got a wild imagination," I mumbled quietly. 

"Mom has no imagination," Danielle threw back at me, "so spill it, sister." 

I deflated and sat in my seat, thinking what I should say. Danielle seemed to be different than my other sisters. I did feel a connection with her that I had never felt with the others. What harm could there be in sharing a few things with her? 

"...Mum caught me after having sex earlier this summer," I confessed, "I'm sure she's still waiting for the right time to talk to me about it. A lot's happened since then so she hasn't really had the chance." 

"How did she catch you?" I blushed even darker, "come on, I won't say anything—you have my word." 

This was so embarrassing! "...mum picked up my shoes... there was a lot of cum still in them and she knew what it was," I said, my voice barely a whisper. 

Danielle laughed harder, slapping the steering wheel several times, "Oh my word, Jamiee! I had no idea you were such a bad girl—in your shoes? I've had sex a few times, but I've never had sperm in my shoes—how does that happen?" she wiped at her eyes. She was laughing so hard she was crying. I was worried she might wreck the car. 

"This is so embarrassing..." I sighed but finally said, "There was a lot in there," I pointed to my crotch, "and I had to walk home. By the time I got home it had dripped down my legs and into my shoes." 

"So who's the lucky guy?" asked Danielle, still laughing but not quite as hard at least. 

"You wouldn't know him," I said honestly. It wouldn't take much poking around for her to figure it out if she had a name. I wasn't about to offer one. 

"Don't be embarrassed about it, Jamiee. I'm glad you told me," said Danielle as we arrived at the mall parking lot. She drove in a circle several times, looking for a spot to open up close to the store so she wouldn't have to walk any more than necessary. 

"Maybe," I said, "but my relationship with mum is shaky in the best of times. This didn't help it." I looked at my sister. She was smiling, and something about her gave me a feeling that I could trust her. She wasn't going to hold this over my head or write me off as a complete slag. I felt a little closer to her I thought as I snuck another look at her engorged breasts; my fifth or sixth look in the last ten minutes. Why couldn't I stop staring? 

"Trust me, little sister, every girl has issues with their mom. It's perfectly natural and something you two will figure out in time," said Danielle, then asked, "And the girlfriend?" her eyebrows both arched high on her brow. 

I felt my blush rush up into my hair and I was sure I was red as a cherry, "She was just referring to girls—at school—that are friends," I said, looking out of the window as Danielle parked the car and killed the engine. 

"You are a terrible liar. Did you know that?" she said, turning slightly toward me in her seat. 

"Argh," I groaned, "you should work for fecking Scotland Yard you know," I said hoping Danielle might let it drop. She didn't. After a long minute I finally spoke, "Mum only suspects. She doesn't really know about... about my girlfriend." 

Danielle's eyes got wide, "It's okay, Jamiee. I swear you can trust me," she said, reaching out and giving my hand a squeeze. "I'd really like to get to know you—you are my sister after all." 

I couldn't help but feel a flood of affection from her words. I had always wanted a sister, but Danielle was the first to make any effort to try to be one. And she was doing a much better job than I was at it than I was at the moment. 

I exhaled a loud breath, "I... I have a girlfriend at school," I paused, "we've shared a room since we were eight when we both started school together," I thought for a moment, "we were always close, but then last year we had our own room—just the two of us, and, well, things kind of evolved from there." 

"Evolved? As in you have sex?" Danielle asked. 

I inhaled deeply and then nodded. 

"Wow! I had no idea!" she said again. "So are you bi then?" 

I shrugged, "I don't know what I am—I guess—maybe: I don't know." 

"Did you like having sex with a guy more than with your girlfriend?" 

I thought about that. It was a hard question to answer, "I don't know. Not the first time I had sex with him. It just hurt, but the last time was nice... it's just different," I said, struggling to find the right words. 

"If you had to choose right now, who would you rather be with?" Danielle asked. 

"Brooklyn—my roommate," I answered without hesitation. 

"Do you love her?" she asked. 

I had to nod, "Yes, but I'm only eighteen," I added, "we've agreed not to get too serious with each other and to, you know, try other flavors." 

"Come on, let's go shopping while you tell me more. We are so going to be best friends," she said and got out of the car. 

I unbuckled my seatbelt and hurried to join her. We walked through the main doors of the Nordstrom store and were soon in the womens' section, looking at various bras and knickers. 

"What size are you, Jamiee?" 

"I think it's a thirty-two A," I said hesitantly. 

"You think, you're not sure?" asked Danielle. 

"US sizes are a little different," I explained. 

Danielle looked through several racks of bras while I did the same. I was looking for a bra that had a lot of padding in the front, if it fit well, all the better. Danielle collected at least a half a dozen bras and several types of knickers and gestured for me to follow. I grabbed the few bras that I had found and followed her to the fitting room. Danielle followed me in. 

"Okay, let's see how these fit. I'm something of a bra expert," she said squeezing her own breasts together after she dropped the underwear onto the bench. I almost moaned at the sight and I felt an urge to grab them myself. I stood rooted to the spot. "You're not going to get all embarrassed in front of me, are you? It's not like you're not used to girls seeing you naked, right?" 

She had a point, and if it weren't for the piercings I wouldn't have hesitated a second, "...It's not that," I said. 

"What is it, a third nipple or something freaky?" she laughed. I shook my head. She sighed and took the bras I was holding in my hand, "Fine, I'll leave—but what's with the two bras and the pads? Don't think I didn't notice you stuffing your bra. You're boobs fit your body perfectly you know." 

I felt my blush return and I couldn't hold her gaze, "It's not that..." Danielle looked at me expectantly. I gave a heavy sigh and pulled my shirt over my head. I unclipped the back of the bras and let them fall away, revealing my pierced nipples. 

"Holy shit!" she squeaked in a high-pitched tone. 

"Shh!" I tried to shush her. My breasts felt a thousand times better being out in the open air. 

"Sorry," she whispered loudly, "but you shocked the life out of me with those." Danielle bent down and looked at the piercings closely. 

"These are why I was wearing the two bras and the pads. I can't have mum finding out about these." 

"Okay, okay, I get it. Do they hurt? How long have you had them?" she asked. 

"About a week," I said, adding a couple of days, "and they don't hurt, but they're a bit too much. I feel them all the time." 

Danielle was smiling incredulously at me, "You are such a bad girl, Jamiee. You're really blowing my mind today. Can I touch?" she asked. 

I bit my lower lip between my teeth and shrugged, "I guess so." 

She took the bottom of one of the rings between her fingers and lifted it up, touching my nipple with the tip of her finger. I felt the metal turn inside of my nipple and I couldn't stop the moan that escaped my lips. "Uh-oh, are you going lezzy on me?" she asked jokingly, letting the ring go. 

"Don't tease," I said, "you have no idea how sensitive they are." 

"Sorry," she smiled, "but I know what to do," she said and explained, "we'll buy the padded bras that fit you the best, but when we get home we can cut out the centers of the pads so your nips don't rub against anything. That way no one notices anything different and you don't lose your mind while you get used to them." 

"That's bloody genius," I said and meant it. I bent down to pick up the other bras and let my hair brush by Danielle's arm. That was a flirty thing to do, I realized as I grabbed one of the bras and tried it on. 

"That looks like a good fit," confirmed Danielle, "I think a B cup fits you nicely. Don't feel self-conscious about your boobs, okay, Jamiee? Trust me, bigger is not better." 

"Okay," I said and rolled my eyes. 

"Seriously, and what you think you lack in breast size you more than make up for with those giant nipples," Danielle said and then laughed. 

"Hey," I covered my boobs with my hands despite wearing the bra. 

"Don't be so sensitive, Jamiee. I'm just kidding—well, kind of—they are huge. Your kids won't have any trouble latching on to those bad girls." 

I was so embarrassed, I couldn't help but laugh. Danielle was direct, funny, non-judgemental... she was great. I could really see why my brother liked her. We soon had the bras I needed, as well as several pairs of knickers and were on the way to the front counter to make our purchases when I motioned for Danielle to follow me through the boys isles. I found the underwear section and then found a package of boxer shorts that looked like they might fit me. I put them in our basket. 

Danielle picked them up and looked at them suspiciously. Then her eyes got wide, "NO!" she said scandalously. 

"Sometimes they rub," I whispered, turning to walk quickly to the counter, leaving a gobsmacked sister to try and catch me. 

-_- 

Dinner began as a subdued affair with everyone eating in near silence. Mum had served one of my favorite dishes, chicken tikka masala, which probably meant she would be wanting to talk to me later, making this something like the last supper. I felt something nudge my foot and Danielle said a quick, "sorry," and then continued her meal. Taking another slow bite, I gave my sister a light push with my bare foot, leaving my foot against her thigh for a moment too long. Danielle looked up at me, a look of confusion on her face and gave me that, 'What-do-you-want look.' 

I shook my head and looked away, trying not to let anyone see me blushing. What in the hell was that? Was I bloody flirting with my sister just now? What was wrong with me? I returned my attention to my dinner finished everything on my plate and reached to dish out some more. 

"Jillian, if you eat any more I'm afraid you'll pop," said Mum. 

I dished out a small portion, "Then everyone might want to stand back," I deadpanned. Danielle and dad laughed, but mum made her little scoffing 'tut' sound. I was full to bursting, but the food was so good I didn't want to stop. 

"Is anyone up for afters?" asked mum as I finished my last portion. 

I shook my head as did Danielle. Dad smiled and nodded, but mum gave him a look that said 'I-wasn't-talking-to-you'. Poor dad always had a sweet tooth, but mum rarely lets him indulge. 

"Then Jillian, will you please help me clear the table," said mum. 

Dad was out of the kitchen before I could set my fork down and Danielle wasn't far behind, probably happy to go to her room and have some time alone. I know that's where I'd rather be if I were her, in my room, playing with my ginormous breasts. 

I began to collect the plates when mum held up her hand, "I'd like to talk first, Jillian," she said. 

I sat back down and folded my hands in my lap, thankful that Danielle's bra idea was working perfectly. The last thing I needed right now was to go into hyper-active-super-sexual mode again. 

"This last week has been very eventful, but we still need to talk about the other night." I nodded but didn't speak. I couldn't think of anything to say that would help, so I decided to hold my tongue. "I would like to know who the boy is with whom you were having sexual relations." 

"You make it sound so clinical," I said with little emotion. 

"There is nothing clinical in speaking properly, Jillian. So once again, who is the boy so that I may speak with his parents?" 

"You're serious?" I asked, surprised that she really wanted to know. 

"Completely," she simply said. 

I shook my head, "Yeah, that's not going to happen." 

Mum's lips thinned and her hands became fists on the table: Uh-oh. "I do not want to have to ground you for the rest of the summer to your room, but do not doubt me, young lady, I will do it." 

"Yes, I'm sure you will, but I'm still not telling." 

"Even if it means no more surfing for the rest of the summer?" she asked, her voice growing sharper. 

"Even then, mum. I know I made a mess of things this summer, and I'll serve my time to Mrs. Brandt to make up for it, I'll do almost anything you want me to, but I'm eighteen now, and who I had sex with is my business," I said, my own voice growing in volume. 

I heard mum exhale loudly through her nose. Her face was changing to that shade of red that meant she was not happy. "I do not want to fight with you right now—," 

"—I don't want to fight either; can't we talk about something else?" I pleaded. 

Mum sat quietly, thinking, before asking, "Are you at least being safe? You're not going to get pregnant are you?" 

"Yes I am being safe—I promise. And no, I will not be getting pregnant." 

"I just don't know if I can simply accept this," mum said, her tension and frustration growing like a fast growing weed. "We raised you to practice proper decorum and chastity, not run around having sex with whoever you fancy at the moment." 

I sat in my chair, momentarily silent, "You didn't raise me at all!" I said, much stronger than I intended. I saw mum's head snap up as she reflexively lurched forward in her chair, "I was raised by headmistresses, house-mums, school counselors and surf camp instructors. Maximus has spent more time in this feckin house than I have!" I was half standing when I finished. 

Mum pointed to my chair and I sat back down. "Mind your tongue, young lady," she said sternly. 

"Yes ma'am," I responded without thinking. 

"Is that what this is all about then? Is this behavior because you feel you were given less than your brothers?" I sat stunned and unsure how to answer. "Because that is not true," she continued on, "your father and I have spent far more on your education thus far than all of your brothers combined." 

"I didn't want that!" deep breath, "I would have been happy to have gone to school here like them, not just dropped off like a load of unwanted rubbish. I was eight years old, mum. I didn't understand what was even happening, and all of the sudden you say, 'this is your new school, Jillian, we no longer want you in our house and so we leaving your arse here!'" Several tears escaped down my cheeks. 

"I did not say that. Leaving you there was one of the hardest things I have ever had to do!" 

"Then why? Why couldn't I have stayed here like my brothers?" I demanded to know. 

Mum took a deep, calming breath. I could see she was desperately trying not to explode in anger. "Because it was what was best for you. I don't expect you to understand right now, but someday you will." 

"What kind of answer is that?" I asked, my voice escalating again. 

"...Jillian," spoke mum in a forced calm, "Do you like staying with your grandparents?" she asked, referring to my grandparents that lived in Bristol, a couple of hours from the school, with whom I would occasionally stay when I wasn't able to come home. 

"You know I don't," I said hesitantly, feeling unsure of the new direction of the conversation. 

"And why is that?" she asked. Her voice still calm and resolute. 

"Because they're boring and it smells like mothballs," I answered, repeating the things I usually complained about. 

"And?" she pushed. 

"...It's depressing," I finally answered, "the neighborhood's a dump, the people are not very nice, gran won't stop talking about how much she hates dad and how I better marry a proper Englishman and grandfather only grunts at me and hits me in the shin with his cane if I walk too closely to him." 

I heard mum stifle a laugh, "Just so," she said, "I lived in that house for seventeen years... I saw one friend of mine after another get pregnant only to have the man abandon her, leaving her to raise the child by herself on a small government benefit, and I promised myself that would not be my future. I worked hard and, with good marks, earned a scholarship to go to school. Your grandparents never supported my decision to go to the university, but that did not matter, I found a way and I finished school. 

"You have no idea how hard life can be, Jillian. The world treats men and women differently—as unfair as that may be, it is our reality. Your father and I chose a school for you that would give you the best chance for success. Your marks in school have always been top of your class and I have no doubt you will do well at the university. However, you have always lived in a very structured environment, which has been good to try to temper your impulsiveness. But you will soon be making all of your decisions on your own, and candidly, after seeing a few of those decisions this summer, I'm more than a little concerned for you. You are my only daughter, Jillian. I am sorry you feel like I abandoned you, but I did what I thought was best for you and your future."