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Are You Sure?

By: MasterTinagra



Three in the morning, driving on a two lane road that snakes through the mountains is not my idea of a good time. My experience at the airport has done nothing to improve my mood and this is making the beginning of my vacation a bit trying.

I know as I pull into town that you will be waiting for me. I called an hour ago to let you know I was on my way. You have not seen me in quite some time and the things that I have ordered you to do were going to be difficult. My instructions on the phone had been clear. Check me into my cabin, wait until it is dark and then turn on all the lights. You will then remove all of your clothing and put on the special collar and the white flowing skirt. Next, according to my instructions, you are to make sure all of the window shades are up, so that anyone walking by could look in and see you.

Colorado is more beautiful than I expected, and I instantly see why you enjoy living here. I was quite startled as I drove through the down town area and found myself having to stop as several large elk, lazily stepped off the curb in front of the shops and slowly made their way to greener pastures. Hmmm small town… I instantly understand why you find it hard to find people to play with.

I am almost to the cabin, if you have followed the remainder of my directions I should find you kneeling in front of the fireplace, bare breasted, blindfolded and the large two tone cock nestled between your legs keeping you stimulated.

I doubt that you can hear my car door, but even if you can you cannot be sure that it is me. What if it is someone else? Surely leaving the door unlocked so your Master can get in wouldn't result in some stranger helping him or herself to that which is on display?

I look in the window and see that you have complied exactly as I ordered. My mountain dew is waiting next to the riding crop, and you are exactly as I ordered. You will be both rewarded and punished.

I open the door as quietly as I can, and I see you stiffen. I say nothing. Just my presence in the room. You have no way of knowing that it is me. I step lightly around the room and retrieve the crop. I move directly behind you and feel your tits in my hand, weighing them, making small circles around the nipples with my thumb. My hands are cold and unfamiliar. You shutter and your nipples get very hard.

I pull from my pocket a set of clamps and attach them one by one to your nipples. I then give the chain a little tug and move you forward a bit. This makes you sexy ass available to me, and moves the skirt enough that I can see the dildo still wedged in your dripping sex.

My hand runs down your back and across your ass and flicks the base of the shaft. You moan and I can see the lubrication. I take the crop and I slap lightly and playfully at you butt, and then with a bit more intensity. You take each stroke with perfect submissiveness.

I am getting excited from playing with you and I feel I should not deny myself further. I move around to the front of you and push you back onto your heels. I unzip my black Dockers and pull my ever stiffing cock out and push it to your lips. You respond well and soon I am working not to fall down and not to orgasm. I don't wish for this to be over so soon. 

After a couple of close calls, I remove myself from you and you whimper a little. For your begging you receive a couple of slaps to the inside of your thighs and you are silent again.

I pull the chain attached between your breasts and move you into a new position. This has to effects, one of which is to make you completely exposed to me and the second is the fake cock you had been riding to fall out. I pick it up and push it to your lips. You hesitantly lick the head and I force it into your mouth, you suck tentatively and after a few moments I remove it and set it to the side. 

I rummage in a nearby bag and remove a vibrator. I set it on low and I start working it down your body, first setting the clamps a buzz and then lower until I watch you dance as my fingers and the vibrator make you thrust your hips up to increase the pressure. I resist chuckling and move it away. Teasing you is such fun.

I move the vibrator back and it only takes a few moments until I see you start to tense your body. I watch as the first wave of orgasm crashes over you, and I see you shutter and hear you moan.

Then I do something I normally do not do. I slip a condom over my cock and slide into you. Instantly you tense up. It is not the normal and you reach to move your blindfold, but I pin your hands. Still no words are spoken.

I push deep inside you and hold myself there savoring your tightness. Then without warning I start thrusting like a mad man. I use my teeth and yank on your clamps.

You yelp and try to move with me, but this rhythm is completely abnormal… I see you breathing is getting shallower and I can tell you are concerned. Where you may have once been sure it was me, you no longer are. It has been to long since we were last together; you can no longer be sure.

You open your mouth and start to say something and I pull out completely. You stop, unsure of what to do. I yank of the rubber and reinsert myself into you. Still you can't be sure, your mind is spinning as I bring myself ever closer to climax. The stimulation is putting you over the edge and the fear that it might not be me is the last thing you need to bring you off loudly.

Your orgasm sends me into mine and I spurt shot after shot up into you. It has been a while for me as well and I cum quite a lot. I see you relax, and I feel the need to do at least one more thing to put you off your senses. I move slowly down and lick your lips. I slide my tongue over you hidden button and you gasp. This is something I have never done and you cannot imagine me doing. I slide my tongue deep inside you and the salty taste makes me gag a little. I take a couple more laps and then stand up quickly and bolt for the door. You hear it open rapidly left wide and you hear my voice say "Hey who the hell are you" Loudly. You rip off you blindfold to see me standing in the doorway.

I look down at you, clamped and cum soaked. "Who was that butterfly?" I question as seriously as I can muster.

She looks up at me, relieved, smiles and says, "Its not my place to say Master, but You might wish to zip up your fly."

I laugh as I move in and hug her and lead her off to bed.

I couldn't resist trying my hand a second time. My butterfly gives me so many ideas and things to write about… 

I may just have to continue. All comments are welcome.

Are You Sure?



David and I were married right out of College, six years ago. We've had a great life together and have been discussing starting a family. We decided to wait a couple more years so we could save most of my salary to have a good little nest-egg which would allow me to become a full time mom when the time came. In the meantime, our sex life was good, but we both talked about adding a little spice. We tried role playing and had some rocking experiences. One of our fantasies in common was to have sex in a semi-public place where we could get caught, or alternatively we wanted to have sex with some people watching. We had difficulty deciding who to have watch. We didn't want any of our friends or family freaking out, and it didn't seem as exciting to have strangers watching. 

Our first adventure was in the nearby state park. We went hiking and threw a blanket in the bushes just off the main hiking path. We couldn't see the path from where we were, but we knew that if someone came by they would hear us and probably come over to see what was happening. We fucked for over an hour but there were no hikers coming by, however, the excitement of the adventure gave both of us a thrill.

Dave told me, "Christi, we need to do this again soon. I was so excited it was almost like a continuous orgasm!"

We went home that afternoon and started talking again as we fooled around fondling each other. We started talking about other fantasies we had hidden in the back of our minds. Dave shared one of his was to watch me tease and flirt with some men in a bar or nightclub, then take me to the car and fuck me just away from the crowd. I agreed that would be fun. Dave asked, "Would you want to really try that one tonight? I think we should make our fantasies come to life if we both agree on them."

"Okay, Dave, I'm game. We have a couple hours before it gets dark, let's pick out my outfit." We went through my closet and Dave picked my red satin dress that clung to my body like a glove. It has material so thin that a bra won't work with it and its neckline plunges to the waist so if I lean over just right I can give someone a clear view of my tits and even the nipples. I wore my tiny red thong that barely covered my neatly trimmed blond bush. The dress stopped about six inches above my knees. To top off the outfit, I wore my four inch red heels. 

Maybe now is a good time to describe both of us. We were both twenty-eight at the time and in good physical shape. In my opinion, David is a hunk! He's six-one and weighs about one hundred seventy pounds of muscle. No fat to be found on his body. He was a guard on his college basketball team and still plays with the guys at the gym regularly. He has sandy hair and brown eyes that could stare a hole in you if you let them. His smile would warm the coldest heart. For me, I'm five-seven, one hundred fifteen pounds and also physically active I'm a volleyball player and like Dave, still play my sport at the gym or on the beach often. My hair is naturally blond and shoulder length. My eyes are dark green and I'm often told they are easy to look at. By bra size is 34c and the boobs are all natural but still nice and firm with rosy nipples that protrude about a half an inch when aroused. My nipples are very sensitive and playing with them has rewarded Dave many times with my first orgasm of a love making session.

At the restaurant we gave our waiter several peeks. He blushed the first two times but seemed to get into it as the evening progressed. After dinner, we went to new local club to dance. Dave decided to drop me off then park the car and wander in to the bar. He was to sit and watch as guys hit on me and I flirted with a few, danced a slow song with several guys, then he'd come ask me to dance and we'd really get hot on the dance floor, eventually leaving together to our car in the parking lot where he'd fuck me in the back seat. 

As he arrived, I caught a glimpse of him settling in at the bar. Immediately, one guy came over and asked me to dance. I accepted, but as I got off my stool, I "accidentally" dropped my lipstick. I bent down to pick it up facing the young man waiting and gave him a full tit and nipple glance. We went to the dance floor and he pulled me in tight. I didn't resist. Gradually, his hand crept down below my waist to rest on the top of my ass. Still, I offered no resistance. As the song ended, he asked if we could dance one more and I agreed. This time he slid his hand down further and cupped my ass and squeezed gently. I moaned in his ear. He turned my face with his other hand and kissed me. That's when I resisted and told him not to go so fast. After that dance, he returned me to my seat and another man, tall and handsome asked me to dance. He took up right where the last guy left off and immediately squeezed my ass and kissed me. This time I let his kiss linger and felt his tongue probing to get in my mouth but I kept my lips together. He moved his left hand to my face, turned it and kissed my cheek softly. As his hand came down, it rested on my cleavage at the opening of the front of my dress. I let it linger until he tried to slide it to my breast at which point I pushed him away. 

Once back in my seat, Dave came over and asked me to dance. He said, "Quite a show, did you have fun?"

"I loved it, but the last guy was going a little too far. Now its your turn to show them how to really make out on the dance floor." During our dances, Dave kissed me deeply, then slid his hand into the front of my dress and pinched my nipple. We made out a little then left to the car. Dave had parked it in the back of the lot away from the lights so we had no trouble slipping into the back seat and fucking like a pair of minks. 

Once we were home that night we went right to sleep, and over coffee in the morning talked about our adventure. I told Dave, "You know, that was fun, but a little scary too. I wouldn't want to do that very often, I don't want one of the guys getting pissed at my teasing and starting trouble." Then I asked him "What other fantasies do you have in mind that we could bring to life?"

Dave replied, "Lots, but most of them would probably be too wild to go past the talking stage. I think we can have lots of fun talking about our fantasies and exciting each other."

"Yeah we already do that a lot, and I really get hot when we do, but is there another one you'd really like to try that might be practical?"

Dave hesitated a minute then whispered, "There is one I've dreamed about many times...Are you sure you want to hear it?"

"Absolutely! Just because you tell me, we don't have to do it if either of us doesn't want to try it."

"Okay, here goes, Christi, one of my favorite dreams is to see you making out heavily with another guy, your tongues dancing in each other's mouths and his hands caressing every part of your body. In my dream, you respond eagerly and are aroused by his advances. You respond in kind and start by unbuttoning his shirt and rubbing his chest. He then strips you and begins sucking on your nipples, leading to a red hot fuck session. All this with me there watching. I would love for that one to come true, what do you think?"

"I think you're crazy. I have no desire to fuck anyone but you. Why would you want me to do that? You can't really be serious!"

"Actually, I am serious. You really love sex and I would love to be able to sit back and watch you cum and wiggle around the other guys cock. Just promise me you'll think about it."

"No, Dave, I don't need to think about it. I couldn't bring myself to fuck someone else. Our marriage is far too important to me. I would never cheat on you."

"But, Christi, it wouldn't be cheating. That would be if you did something like that behind my back. I'm giving you permission to fuck a stranger as long as I'm there to watch! Please don't make a snap decision. Think about it for a few days then we'll talk again next weekend."

The next weekend came and sure enough, Dave wanted to talk about it again but I told him, "Please don't push me into something I don't really want to do." 

We did try more semi-public sessions, and on one of them realized we had two observers out in the woods. It was a young couple who were breathing heavy watching us from behind a tree. When we discovered them, they apologized profusely, but we told them we had done it with the hopes we'd be discovered, and if they wanted to come over, sit and watch, they were welcome. They sat on a fallen log about six feet away and asked, "Do you mind if we make-out a little while we watch?"

"By all means, feel free to do whatever you want." We resumed our love making and soon they were groping each other and pulling their clothes off. The four of us stayed out there for a couple of hours just watching each other and getting hot all over again, at least four times!

As the months went by, Dave would again and again ask me if I'd reconsidered his idea, and I always said, "No Dave, I'm not ready to fuck another man." Then he'd change the subject quickly.

A few months later, his pleas became more vigorous and more often. I could tell he was never going to give it up until I granted his request so I sat down in some of my private time and made a list of conditions that he'd have to agree with before I would agree to fulfill his big fantasy. Once the list was made, I simply waited for him to bring it up again. It was only a few weeks later and there it was again, "Christi, Please consider this fantasy. You know you'd have fun, and I promise it won't negatively affect our marriage."

"Are you sure this is something you want?"

"Absolutely!"

He was astonished when I came right back with my answer, "Okay Dave, you win, I'll do it, but there are some conditions."

"Wow! Really, whatever the conditions, I accept them."

"Don't be so sure until you hear all of them. Here is my list!" I handed him a piece of paper with my conditions listed. Dave sat back and began to read the list:

******* ******* *******

1) I will do the picking of the guy with no interference.

2) He has to be thoroughly checked out to make sure there are no diseases because I want him bareback and want him to cum inside all of my orifices.

3) You must agree to sit quietly by and watch with NO interference once it starts. In fact, I think it would be best if you were tied up to a chair so you can't interfere.

4) If you insist on talking, I will gag you so you can't.

5) There will be several people we know who will be there to watch too. My sister Anna and her husband Larry. Your Sister Darlene, Maria from work and her husband Paul. Sally from my book club, Connie, your secretary, and finally, Francine, my second cousin.

6) Some of those people may decide to join in the activities and will be allowed, but you will simply sit and watch until it is all over. Probably all night and into the morning.

7) When my date and I are satisfied, you will be released and you will get on the bed and masturbate for all of us to watch.

8) You will not have sex with me until the following Friday night and you will not masturbate during that whole week.

9) The same group, minus the guy will come back on the following Friday night to watch us make love!

10) If I decide that I want to repeat my time with the guy at a later date with just You there to watch, you will agree as long as it doesn't exceed five more visits.

******* ******* *******

As Dave read the list, I said, "If you agree to all of these conditions, then I will agree to go through with it and will begin my process of finding and selecting the right guy."

"But, Christi, I don't think most of those people on the list will want to be a part of it. What makes you think Darlene, or Connie, for example, would agree?"

"Because they have already agreed to be here when the time comes."

"You mean you already talked to all of those people?"

"Not the husbands, but Anna and Maria both assured me their husbands would be happy to be a part of it all."

"That floors me, I would never have suspected your sister Anna to agree to such a thing. She's so conservative."

"Well, Dave, it might surprise you that Anna even suggested I might like Larry to be the chosen guy. She even surprised me because evidently She'd been through this same thing with him. About six months ago he convinced her to fuck another guy with him watching. She did it and has done it twice more since the first time. The first guy was picked by Larry for her but he was not much in bed and was very small, if you know what I mean. The next two she picked by going out with Larry to parties and to bars until she found suitable candidates. She said it has really fired up their marital sex life. She is really the one who convinced me to try it. The other person who was really happy to be chosen was Connie. She thinks it is the most exciting thing she's ever heard."

We lay in bed talking about the conditions and how I would go about making my choice for hours until we fell asleep. The next morning, I began my search. I told Dave he'd have to trust me to make my own choice, and it might entail my going out with the girls a few nights without him along. I promised him nothing would happen other than mild groping and kissing like it had happened the time we went out together to tease and flirt. Dave agreed and told me, "Christi, do what you feel is necessary to pick the right guy. I just really wonder why there are going to be so many people involved in this fantasy? Now I'm already having a hard time thinking about facing any of the people on your list, at least until it's over."

"Well, I just thought we'd take care of several fantasies at once. The being watched fantasy was really hot in the woods, and this is just another version of that, plus, we don't know who else in the group might decide to join in and really make it a wild time. Just think, you'll get to watch it all!"

It was six weeks later when Darlene, Connie, Anna and I came back to our house after a night out on the town. Dave was in the living room watching TV and looked at us strangely as we all burst into the living room laughing and talking a mile a minute. It was almost midnight, but we were excited. I announced, "Well, I found him!"

"Found Who?" Dave retorted, knowing full well who I meant.

"Found the guy I'll let fuck me with everyone watching! He's perfect. He's recently widowed after a thirty year marriage. He's been alone since she died eight months ago and tonight was his first night out by himself. He's handsome, soft spoken, gentle, and has deep blue eyes that are real easy to stare into. And, he's agreeable to all of the conditions. His name is Marley and he's getting tested tomorrow, but assures me there is nothing that will show up since he's had sex with no one except his wife in over thirty years, and they hadn't had sex in the last two years of her battle with cancer. He even let me grope his manhood to get an idea of its size and he is amply endowed. Now I'm getting excited just thinking about our fantasy night!"

Dave looked puzzled, asking, "Thirty year marriage? How old is this guy?"

"He's sixty-four, but that doesn't make any difference, he had no problem getting hard just dancing with me, I could feel it against my leg as we danced closely and he groped my ass. After we went back to my table with the girls, we all were fascinated with his mannerisms and kindness. Ask the girls, I think any of them would like to be in my shoes when it is time for me to fuck him. Right Girls?"

Connie spoke first, quickly followed by the other three with their enthusiastic agreement. Anna asked, "So when is the big event? We all need to mark our calendars to be sure to be here." 

Sally was next, asking, "If I understand this correctly, we're all able to be here at the same time and we get to see everything? Then, after you and Marley have had a few go rounds, we can join in as we wish?"

Then I asked Sally, "Out of curiosity, how do you see yourself joining in Sally?"

Sally blushed a little then admitted, "Well, I've never done anything like this, but ever since we first met at the book club, I've thought you were the sexiest woman I've ever met, and I'd love shuck my clothes off and rub my body against yours, feeling your tits against mine, then, who knows where it might go."

I was startled, and in fact hadn't thought of that possibility but answered her, "Sally, this will be a fantasy night, and I've never been physical in any way with a woman, but if that rocks your boat, I will be open to all comers that night. I can see this going on all night until we are all so worn out we just pass out."

Anna chimed in saying, "Well, I hope to get a little action with Marley, and I'm sure Larry would love to get fucked some that night by you or any of the other girls who might be interested. Should we get a hotel suite with several beds for that night?"

Connie chimed in, "Sounds like a plan to me! I certainly don't want to just watch all the fun if there is room for me to jump in too. But, is this really fair to David to make him sit and just watch, shouldn't he be allowed to join in the fun after a while?"

"We don't want things to get out of hand, and my rules for the evening are all to be obeyed, including Dave's being tied up until we are all through, then releasing him to masturbate on the bed for all of us to watch. So, in a word, NO, Dave will not be released to join in. This was all initially his idea and he has agreed to the rules."

The time was set for a month later at the Radisson Hotel and Suites. Marley came by the house to meet David ten days later with his clear tests in hand. The meeting went well and David liked Marley despite his age being over thirty years senior to ours. Dave even suggested we have a preview session that night, but I insisted that everything will go by the rules.

The evening arrived for our Friday night adventure. We were both a little nervous. Christi wasn't sure how to dress. I told her to dress like she was going to work, keep it conservative, the excitement would partly be the undressing and if she had on too little it would go too fast. She seemed relieved at my suggestion and put on a lovely white lacy bra and bikini pantie set then a full slip. Her blouse was sheer but with the slip it really showed nothing, then there was her suit jacket and skirt in pale blue raw silk. Very lovely outfit. She finished packing an overnight bag and applied her make-up and we were off. We wanted to be the first ones there, then we'd call each of the others and give them the suite number.

We arrived, checked in for two nights and went to the suite. It was lovely. It had two full size beds in the bedroom and two pull-out sofas in the living room. We decided that should take care of everyone. We made the calls and then I told Dave to strip so I could get him ready for the evening. There was a heavy arm chair in the living room which I had Dave lug into the bedroom. I sat Dave down and took out some soft cotton rope from my overnight case. He sat naked in the chair and I asked him one more time, "Are You Sure You Want This?"

I did a superb job of securing Dave in the chair with both of his hands and feet tied to the legs with rope running to both front and rear legs to keep him from wiggling out of the bindings. It was obvious he wasn't going anywhere, yet he was very comfortable. Just as I finished , there was the first knock at the door. It was Connie and she was all bubbly. Very shortly there after Marley arrived and he was followed by the rest of the gang with Maria and Paul bringing up the end. I played bartender and made everyone drinks, then Larry said he'd take over the bartending while Marley and I got familiar. 

I had Dave's chair turned to face the living room and Marley and I sat on one of the love seats. He put his arm around my shoulder and pulled me in for a soft kiss. Then I got up, went over to Dave, kissed him deeply with tongue and asked one last time, "Are You Sure? Because I don't want to hear another sound from you until the evening is over because I don't want to have to gag you. This is for your enjoyment at least as much as mine."




Are You Sure?



Dave promised me that I wouldn't have to gag him and told me to enjoy myself totally and don't hold back on anything I want or feel the urge to do. I smiled and kissed him one more time then returned to the love seat and sat on Marley's lap, kissing him passionately right away.

For Dave, it all seemed to be in slow motion as Marley and I just kissed with tongues attacking each other for at least fifteen minutes before he helped me slip out of my suit jacket. Marley whispered in my ear, "Let's don't be in any hurry, we have all the time we want. Let's make it a good show for David and everyone!" And we did as our hands gently explored each other's bodies as our tongues intertwined and danced with each other.

It seemed like forever as Marley began to disrobe me one piece at a time. Once the blouse was off, he pulled the straps from the slip off my shoulders leaving me in just my sheer, lacy bra on top. He rubbed his palms gently on my breasts as he continued to passionately kiss me. Finally, he reached back and unclasped the bra freeing my tits. His fingers tweaked each nipple as the hardened and grew, then his mouth engulfed my right nipple, sucking and twirling his tongue over the tip. I have very sensitive nipples and have been known to cum just from my husbands sucking on them. Tonight would be no different. As I groaned and moaned, I could hear an occasional gasp from the audience. Anna and Larry were already fondling each other but keeping their eyes focused on Marley and me.

As Marley sucked, I felt my orgasm building and suddenly I was moaning very loudly as it overwhelmed me. As I came down, I whispered to Marley, "I need you to fuck me now, and hard!"

We quickly removed the last of our clothing and he picked me up and moved me to the bedroom. Larry and Paul quickly turned Dave's chair back towards the bed so he didn't miss any of the action. His dick was hard as a rock and I could tell he was enjoying the show. 

As soon as we hit the bed, Marley sank to start licking my pussy and clit. He put two fingers inside me and reached up to stroke my G-Spot. I floundered in orgasm almost immediately as I squeezed out my cum on Marley's face. He licked it all up then mounted me. I didn't even have time to suck on his marvelous cock. But he entered me with no resistance and began fucking me hard and fast. My body wasted no time in responding as I begged him, "Yesssss, Fuck me like that! Pump me full of your sweet sperm!"

I started cumming again and it brought him to the edge and over as he grunted, "Cummmmmming!" He filled me with several strong spurts and then just scooted down in the bed and pulled me on top of his face as he ate his cum out of me. The strong convulsions for me didn't quit and forced all of his cum out of my pussy into his waiting mouth. 

He then whispered, "Now it's your turn!"

I understood and quickly reversed and took his flaccid cock in my mouth. It didn't take long before it was regaining its size and hardness. I was amazed at a sixty-four year old man being ready again that quickly, but in less that five minutes he was telling me, "Christi, I want to fuck your ass." I guess it is the wonders of the little blue pill.

I was a little resistant because Dave had only tried that twice and there was too much pain for me to bear. I mentioned in a whisper to Marley it hurt too much and he asked, "Did you use plenty of lube?"

I answered, "No, just the pussy juices."

Marley got up quickly and went to his pants pocket grabbing a tube of KY Jelly and showing me. He said, "This will let it happen and I'll be very gentle and easy. When you're ready, I'll pump hard, but not until you tell me."

He squirted some jelly on his cock, then put the tip in my asshole and squirted a generous gob up inside me. I felt its coolness, and soon he was at my rectum with a finger, then two and finally he said I think you can take my cock now." He put the tip at my entrance and pushed gently. To my amazement, it slid right in with almost no pain. After a few strokes, I was begging him to fuck my ass hard! I glanced over at Dave and he had a big grin on his face. These were totally new sensations overcoming my body. Sensations so intense I couldn't help screaming out in pleasure. Everyone seemed a little startled until they heard me begging him, "Ohhhhhh, Yesssss just like that! Harder, fuck my ass harder! Fill me up!"

My intense orgasm brought Marley right there with me and we totally came together with the most intense orgasm of my life. As we came down, he spooned me from behind, leaving his shrinking cock in my ass and tweaking my nipples with his hands. Finally, he slipped out and I rolled over into a deep embrace with him. He grinned at me and said, "That was really amazing Christi, but I'm worn out for a while now, can you give me some time to rest?" 

Marley got up and went to the living room and lay down on one of the couches. Sally wasted no time in coming over to me and asking me, "Christi, can I join in now? Is this a good time for me?"

"Sure, Sally let's try this out!. She quickly shed her clothes and fell into my arms just hugging me. Shortly she looked up at me and asked, "Is it okay to kiss you?"

I responded, "Sure it's okay, but you don't have to ask about every step you want to take, just do what pleases you and if it's too much, I'll let you know!" Immediately she kissed me with her soft lips parted, I responded and shortly I felt her tongue enter my mouth. It was a different sensation, not at all unpleasant, just different. Next her hands started rubbing my skin. First on my back, then she slid her hand between us and started massaging my tits gently, then pinching my nipples. Before I knew it I was responding by massaging her tits gently. I loved how they felt, and I loved how it felt when she took my nipple in her mouth while pinching the other one. I could tell I was going to cum again with Sally attacking my nipples. As I shuddered with pleasure, she slid down my stomach to attack my pussy with her mouth. More intense pleasure, so much that I maneuvered on top of her and swiveled around to a sixty-nine position to start licking on my first pussy ever. She tasted sweet as honey and as quickly as I began to moan with pleasure, she started cumming in my mouth, her juices were sweet and lovely, I lapped them up as fast as possible, then instead of her juices flowing, they started squirting in my mouth. Her cum was exquisite! I couldn't get enough. I kept licking after she quit squirting. Finally, she had to push my head away as she said, "Its tickling now, relax!"

Before I could recover, Larry was on the bed with Francine and Darlene, and Connie was with Paul and Anna on the other bed. Marley was still resting in the living room so That left Maria as the only one with her clothes still on. She came over and sat by me and asked if she was expected to undress. I told her she was expected to do whatever pleases her.. She then asked, "Is it okay if I just sit here with you and feel your tits and nipples? I've never touched a woman before, and it looked so soft and lovely when you and Sally made love, I just wished I was there with you two just touching you and feeling your bodies." She then touched my nipples gently with her palms going in circles. My nipples were already worked up and they got hard as a rock. 

Sally rolled over and started touching Maria through her clothes. Soon Maria was shedding her clothes and the three of us were kissing, caressing, licking, and sucking all over each other. Maria was the first to cum and she was absolutely wild when she exploded, thrashing about on the bed and just humming, "Mmmmmmmmmm, Yessssssss!"

The evening continued into the morning with everyone but me getting a little nap or two here and there. Larry had fucked me twice in the pussy before he took my ass roughly. I loved it! Paul had exploded in my mouth and later came back for my pussy which he pounded relentlessly for at least twenty minutes before rewarding me with a huge warm load filling my pussy to overflowing. Francine was a real surprise. I had always thought of her as a little prudish at Family gatherings, but when she saw an opening, she attacked me with the vigor of a wildcat. We each had four orgasms together including one of my most memorable of the evening with her probing my ass with three fingers while licking and sucking on my clit. 

I know that my favorite female to female tryst was with my sister Anna. It was truly loving and gentle with the two of us softly touching, kissing, licking and probing each other. Our first French Kiss shocked me a little, but turned out to be so sweet and tender that it lasted at least half an hour. Before she and I were through, all other activity in the room had quieted as everyone just watched us bring each other to climax after climax. My relationship with my sister was forever changed. Probably there won't be any repeats of our sexual performance, but we drew closer in spirit and we both felt it.

By ten o'clock in the morning, I had to call a halt to the activities. I had been with everyone in the room at least once except for Dave who was now asleep in the chair with his head drooped to his chest. I gently untied him and he awoke slowly, I helped him to the bed and just lay in his arms.

We all slept for most of the day and by evening time, most everyone had left except Marley, Dave, Connie, and me. Connie was picking up and straightening everything but I told her to go home and rest. When she left, Marley asked if he and I could have one more go at it and I looked at Dave. Dave said, "This is still your party, and you are calling the shots, but I'd say if you're both up for it, enjoy it!"

Marley kissed me and said, "I just want to fuck your sweet ass one more time." I rolled over, propped a pillow under my stomach and he climbed on top, mounted me and in less than two minutes was filling my well fucked ass one more time. 

Dave then thanked Marley for his wonderful help fulfilling his fantasy and Marley dressed and left. Dave then kissed me and asked if he still had to wait a week to fuck me. I replied, "You better not leave this bed without fucking me, in fact, Marley was so fast in my ass this last time I didn't even cum. Why don't you try my ass?"

He pulled me to his face, kissed me and said, "Thank you for a wonderful evening. I know you enjoyed most of it, and I won't ask you to do that again. If, however, you do want another man or woman at some time in the future, you bring it up and I will agree as long as I get to be there."

My reaction was, "David, you've been a real trooper and I have no desires for another man or woman again. Now just shut up and fuck my ass!" 

Dave made love to me in every hole for the rest of the day. By six that evening, we realized we were hungry and dressed to go down to dinner. We spent Saturday night in the suite alone and just enjoying each other's company. 

That was six years ago, and neither of us has felt the need to include anyone else in our lovemaking again, nor or we likely to at any time in the foreseeable future. We never saw or heard from Marley again. Anna and I are now best friends and our whole family have noticed how lovingly we treat each other. Its not unusual for us to be seen holding hands or with arms around each other's waist at family gatherings. There have been no repeats of our sexual tryst, but we do occasionally sneak in a French kiss when no one is watching except maybe Dave.

One thing that puzzled both of us was the amount of girl/girl sex that happened night. Aside from whatever else went on, I was with every woman that night and in every case there was at least one mutual orgasm. None of us, save possibly Sally, had ever been sexually with another woman, yet we all seemed to have no trouble having resounding orgasms with one another. And, as far as I know none of us has been with a woman again after that night. It was just a special night for everyone concerned. Both Larry and Paul have asked about repeat performances, but none of the women have ever done so.

Dave and I have many memories of that night we discuss from time to time when we feel the need to spice things up. We are just thankful to have each other and to love each other enough to go through an experience like that without any scars on our marriage. For us, it was a blessing to have done it that one time. Our marriage is now rock solid and neither of us is afraid to tell the other any thoughts that come to our minds, or any advances others make toward either of us. Our sex life is three or four times a week with lots of spontaneity. 

I would never recommend anyone else trying to duplicate what we did unless you really have a rock solid marriage, but we have absolutely no regrets for our special fantasy filled evening, nor do we have any desires to try it again. The only thing that lingers from that evening are my clinging hugs and occasional French kisses with my sister Anna, and the talking times Dave and I have warming up for some heavy sex weekends with just the two of us!



Are You Sure?



Ah, let's start off with my college years. I found out who I really was during that time. I learned that I had a love for lacrosse, rugby, and a new attraction: Men. Although in high school I was a notorious ladies man. Trust me, if anyone would've told me that in 3 years from then I would be a homosexual... I would've laughed in their face.

But back to college! I first noticed this suppressed desire of mine after a vigorous game of lacrosse with my friends. They're jocks like me. We were laughing and recapping funny moments in the game while walking to the showers. We were all in there washing up, as we have many times before.

But I felt different that day. Standing with Paul, Shane, and Brian, naked, was making me feel incredibly awkward. Especially about how Shane, whom I was standing closest to, was rubbing soap all over his body and I doing the same. 

I pushed the uneasy feeling aside and resumed my shower. I was nearly finishing rinsing off when I (for whatever reason) looked over to Shane, and stared for a while. Thank god he didn't notice me at all because I had ever-so-slightly turned my head. I just blanked out staring at him. His buff build, beautiful curvaceous body, blonde hair, and chiseled abs. 

When I came to a minute later I had also come to the realization that I had a semi- erect penis. Dreadfully embarrassed I walked out of the shower and straight for a bathroom stall. I was taken aback by what just happened. I had never gotten hard from a man. And better yet, my friend! I shower with my friends all the time and never got well... "Happy". Still freaked out a little I got dressed after my erection subsided then yelled to them that I was going back to my room for a nap.

During the next few weeks prior to that incident I tested myself. Playing sports then hopping in the shower with my friends, usually Shane included. But nothing happened. Convinced that it was a onetime thing, I forgot about it. 2 months later it was almost Christmas Break. So the dorms had various X-mas parties. The mother of all of them was the night before everyone left for home.

The whole dorm building I lived in was festively decorated. It was a blowout every year. The floor I lived on, third floor was where I usually stayed the whole time because that is where the most fun took place. We were a crazy bunch of idiots. And yes, my friends and I all lived on the third floor. But everyone on our floor was nuts.

It was the most fun up there because we had the most booze. The way the party worked was all the rooms had their doors open and everyone walked around drinking it up and living it up, for the holidays. Third floor was so awesome that students from the other floors came up to ours. Every year it was crowded, but the good kind, a comfortable crowded. Everyone has a cup of beer or other alcoholic beverage and walked through the halls and rooms bunched with people.

That year I was sophomore and was kind of wasted 4 hours into the party (10pm). I was sitting with most of my guy friends in Devin's room. It was me, Devin, Paul, Shane, Brian, Bruno, Kenny, Jamie, and Travis. They were all pretty wasted too. But we were entertained by the hot holiday porn we watched. However we didn't get boners, because of our imparity from the beer. 

There was a loud crash in the hallway and Brian, Travis, Paul, Shane, Devin, and Bruno peeled their eyes from the television and went to into the hallway to investigate. 

We all knew Kenny and Jamie were gay. They weren't lovers but we just knew. It was a touchy subject with all of us but we accepted them, besides, they were badass at rugby. So us three, still in the room, and watching a woman in a sexy "Santa's helper" outfit suck off a guy in a Santa suit.

Adam, another one of our gay friends came in the room. "Hey Adam, professor hold you up?" I asked not feeling as drunk as before. 

"Yeah he did. He made me rewrite my whole fucking paper. He is such an ass!" He said still not noticing what was on the TV screen.

"Why'd you have to rewrite it?" I asked handing him a beer.

"Thanks, I wrote it in cursive and he said he wouldn't take it like that. So I stayed and wrote all 4 pages in print. Ugh, I am so done with his stupid class!" He rants then sits next to me on the floor.

He went on talking about some bio paper and how fascinated he was about it but I wasn't paying attention, I was staring at his features. His smile was a beautiful accent to his face. I was gazing at his lips but the words they spoke I paid no mind to. I never noticed how nice his body looked. He was slender, with no muscle, and it worked for him. He took good care of his body. I was snapped back into reality when he stopped talking and finally looked at the TV. 

"Aw, sweet man! Holiday porn!" He said scooting closer to the television, only to move back against the couch next to me a moment later.

I looked over at him. He had shaggy brunette hair that he usually wore spikey but that night he slicked it into a foe-hawk. His skin was smooth and soft; it still had a faint tan left over from the previous summer. He stood about 5'11. On his left shoulder was a tribal tattoo and he had a few piercings on his right ear. He seemed pretty manly for a gay guy right? He hid it well.

I lost myself looking at him. But I eventually snapped out of it and went back to watching the smut on the screen. A few minutes passed and I looked over to Adam again. He had a pretty big bulge in his pants and his hand was placed over it.

"Hey, uh, Adam this turns you on?" I just had to ask because he told us that he was completely gay.

"What? Oh, mhm. I guess it did. Uh, sorry about that dude." He said as his cheeks got flushed a bit.

"Hey, no problem, don't worry about it." I said with a reassuring pat on the shoulder. He gave me a half smile then got up, walking to the door. 

"I'm going to the bathroom." He said rushing out of the room into the sea of people.

I looked behind me to check on Jamie and Kenny; they were passed out in each other's arms. The flick ended so I went to the doorway, watching some freshman playing beer pong. Adam came back with two beers and handed me one. "Thanks."

"No problem, wanna go outside? I need a smoke."

"Sure I need a breather." We went outside and Adam lit a cigarette.

Both of us were silent as he puffed at his cigarette and I sipped at my beer. I was still curious about his arousal earlier. I finally mustered up the confidence to ask him. "So you're gay right?" I awkwardly asked and worded the question. 

"Yeah, why?" He asked raising an eyebrow and almost laughed. 

"So why did you get a stiffy from the video. I mean the scene we were watching was the slut pleasuring herself with candy canes." I asked getting more curious about what his answer could be.

"Well, I was just imagining it was a guy and well... yeah. I didn't mean to freak you out or anything. Things haven't been good between Chase (his boyfriend) and I." He muttered with a saddening looking consuming his face as he took a long drag of his cigarette.

I became incredibly guilty. "Really? What's wrong?" I asked him tenderly.

"Well he is just tired all the time because of his classes. So he never wants to be intimate," Adam's voice was starting to crack and tears filled his eyes, a few rolling down his cheeks, "I told him we should take a break but he got angry and yelled at me! I'm just feeling really love deprived. But I don't want to leave him because I'm afraid of being alone again." Adam sobbed as the tears streamed down his face faster.

Adam and I have been close friends since the beginning of freshman year of college. We talked a lot so one night we were having a serious talk and he told me about his separation anxiety and how it formed when his parents treated him as if he were an alien when he told them he was gay. They kicked him out of the house when he was eighteen. His senior year of high school was just starting when he became homeless.

He had jobs to support him but sold himself to men for extra money. The anxiety got worse with each man he slept with. He explained to me how he searched for any kind of emotional connection, feeling of love, or any love for that matter, in every guy he got into bed with. He never found it. After they were done using him, they threw money at him and left. That left Adam empty and hungry for someone to love him.

Soon after graduating high school he got help with his problems, he pulled himself together. He left his prostitution days behind him to pursue a college education. Within the first month we became friends and Chase had swooped in and stole his heart. They maintained a healthy relationship and were very cute together. They were attached at the hips...I guess things have slowed down. But anyways, now you know why Adam was so reluctant to leave Chase. His anxiety is kicking in again.

He threw his cigarette into some snow and sat on the concrete steps, wiping his tears as they flowed down his cheeks. I hugged him and he latched onto me. Adam sobbed and sobbed into my shoulder. I told him that Chase wasn't worthy of having him if he was treating him like that. He calmed down a lot after I said that.

He pulled away from me and sniffled.

"That was a stupid meltdown, sorry." He said with a smile.

"Nah, you've been under a lot of stress. I'm glad I was here to help." I replied also smiling.

Adam finished his beer and we went back upstairs to the room we were in earlier. Devin, Brian, Paul, Shane, Travis, and Bruno were watching another porno with holiday effects. Adam and I joined them on the floor gazing upon the even better video than before.

Chase entered the room smiling at Adam; he stood and went over to him with a serious face. They went into another room. 10 minutes passed and Adam came back into the room without Chase. We watched porn flick after porn flick. Around midnight Kenny and Jamie woke in time for them to be dragged outside with Devin, Shane, Paul, Travis, Bruno, and Brian for a drunken snowball fight.

I stayed behind with Adam so he did feel lonely.

"You don't have to stay with me Jerry, I'll be fine." 

"No it's okay." I noticed Adam had another erection, but he made a valiant effort to hide this one from me. It was much quieter because everyone had gone outside.

Silence swept over Adam and me so I decided to ask him about what happened with Chase. He sat next to me on the couch and sighed. 

"I told him that I wasn't satisfied with where our relationship was and we should see other people. He agreed and that was the end of that." Adam smiled that sweet smile I loved.

Holy crap...what the fuck is going on! Was what I remember going through my head by that moment. My feelings for Adam became more than just close friends. I was scared that I actually did like men, and the guy I was very slowly falling for was none other than my best friend; ADAM. This is getting ridiculous, I continued thinking, and I can't believe this is happening...fuck!

"That's great Adam, I'm very proud of you." I flashed a smile back.

"And I want to thank you." He said while he leaned in and kissed my cheek.

I blushed. I stood and stared at a now surprised Adam, Now, I stood about 5'11, I had shaggy brunette hair, and that's how it always was. I wasn't pale nor was I tan. I had very faint muscle and was slender. I had a pierced ear and a tattoo on my back. I was certain about all of that, but I still wasn't completely sure if I liked men.

Adam looked down at the floor feeling stupid once again. I then decided that I couldn't push this away anymore, I had to embrace my new found sexuality. After all, I did say that I found myself in college right? I knelt down in front of Adam and hugged him.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." I whispered in his ear. I kissed his cheek and looked him in his eye.

This is where it all began.

"What do you mean? You're straight right? I should be sorry." Adam said terribly confused.

"Well, The truth is, I-I have been having feeling different about men lately. So I wanna just go with it instead of push it away."

He stroked my cheek with his thumb and asked me if I was sure. "I'm absolutely sure." I replied. He kissed my lips and it felt so right.

I wrapped my arms around him tightly; I knew he needed to be held. His hand gently ran through my hair and even tugging at it occasionally. I rubbed the back of his neck, relaxing him. Our tongues danced between our mouths. I let a soft moan into his mouth. He broke the kiss going after my neck. I massaged his back then thoroughly rubbed his hips. He moaned against my collar bone and I bit my bottom lip concealing my own moan. 

Adam started pulling up my shirt when I grabbed his arms. Without a word I got up and led him out of the room, down the hall to my room, then closed and locked the door for privacy. I brought him to the bedroom and let him take off his shoes and I did the same. Wasting no time, he resumed what we paused a minute ago. I stood at the side of the bed; he sat below me, on the edge of the bed. 

He lifted my shirt over my head and threw it into the hamper. I did the same to his then got on his hips, straddling him. I looked into his eyes.

I was falling for him, so hard. I was falling for my best friend who had the tormented head and heart. Who was gay, and quickly turning me as the seconds ticked away.

I looked into his beautiful dark brown eyes. He swam into my green ones. I could tell he was searching for something in them. I was lost, so I wasn't sure that he would find anything. His search for that connection continued. I was the new contestant. I was determined to give it to him. I stroked his cheek; he seemed to melt at my touch.

I laid him down and gave him a tender kiss. The look he gave me was priceless, like he was trapped in painful ecstasy. So I gave him a rougher, passionate kiss. He moaned in my mouth. Finding his strength, he took over the situation. I was relieved when he flipped our positions. Now he was straddling me, with an evil grin. A shiver trickled down my spine when I saw it.

I was glad; I had no idea what to do next before he took control. To be honest, I was nervous and I'm guessing it had showed. Adam reassuringly rubbed my lips with his thumb and told me he'll guide me through the rest. I got turned on at how confident he was now. Adam trailed kisses down my bare stomach to the hem of my jeans. He slowly undid the button and zipper and pulled them off me aggressively.

My hard on was now obviously apparent through my lose boxers. Unexpectedly, Adam took off my boxers too, letting my cock spring free. I blushed a shade of light pink as he examined the length. A drop of pre-cum oozed out of the slit. Adam kissed the head and started stroking it slowly. I pressed my head back further into the mattress. I moaned. But Adam didn't stop there. He put his lips around the head and stroked the rest of my shaft with one hand while the other groped my balls.

It sent pleasurable sensations all through my body. I placed my hands on his head, playing with his soft hair. He felt my balls start to tighten. He took his hand off my cock and took my entire length into his hot wet mouth. I tugged on his hair, making him moan, while I moaned loudly over and over again. He sucked hard and maneuvered his tongue, skillfully caressing my penis.

"Oh god, Adam, I-I'm gonna-!" I moaned, reaching the point of no return.

Adam bobbed his head down and up my dick faster and sucked more. I let out a loud moan as I shot my load into his mouth. I shot about 5 strings of semen into his mouth. But he swallowed all of it. I let go of the sheets, unaware that I was gripping them so tightly in the first place.

Adam and I kissed then he lay down next to me. I was panting and he was kissing my cheeks, neck, and shoulder. I turned my head towards him and brought his lips to mine. I could taste my cum on his lips. Salty. Our lips soon parted and I knelt down on the floor in front him as he was sitting on the bed. I hesitated for a moment, nervous I might do something wrong. He lifted my chin making my eyes meet his.

He smiled softly. "Don't worry. Just do as I say and we'll both like this." I nodded in reply.

I pulled his pants and briefs off to reveal his beautiful 7 inch cock.

"Take it slow, pace yourself." He lastly said stroking my cheek.

I exhaled heavily and put my lips on his rock hard boner. I opened my mouth and slid down his penis slowly. I got the head in then worked my way down until I felt like gagging. I heard a pleasurable sigh escape Adam. I went back up sucking at the head then sliding back down, taking more him into my mouth this time.

I kept repeating this procedure until my nose touched his pubes, my lips at the base of his member. He let out a gasp. I was getting used to it. I was going faster and faster, comfortably. Adam took note of that and held my head securely between his hands. He guided my head up and down his throbbing cock to his liking. I focused on sucking the best I could since Adam was take care of my head at a steady pace.

Soon I had him moaning my name. I grabbed his balls and massaged them. After that he moaned loudly. Then he was jerking his hips back and forth, skull-fucking me! I was being used as an instrument for his pleasure. And, oh god, I didn't mind at all! I was also pretty happy that Adam was using me like this instead of him being used.

I felt his balls twitch then tighten. He shoved my head all the ways to the base. I sucked and he moaned very loudly, almost yelled. His cum shot to the back of my throat. I swallowed and sucked and sucked and swallowed and sucked some more until no more semen came out. He was the one panting and catching his breath this time.

"That was...amazing...no one has...ever done that...for me...before." Adam said between pants as he gazed into my eyes.

I kissed him: Deeply and emotionally. Then I finally realized what the emotional connection was. He had never been returned love from anyone, and I'm guessing Chase was no different. I have never kissed anyone like that. I have kissed women but not like I just did my friend.

Adam started crying. I knew why, I didn't have to ask, so I held him. His head was on my chest. Listening to my heart beat for a while calmed him down. I kissed the top of his head. 

"How far are we going tonight?" He asked in a husky voice. 

I thought for a moment and came to my conclusion. I wasn't backing down now.

"All the way."

Adam sat up and looked at me. "Are you sure?"

"Yes. I'm not gonna stop here."

"Okay. We need some lube then."

I hopped off the bad and went to the bathroom. I came back with a bottle of lube. Adam went into action. He told me to lie on my stomach and spread my legs. I did as I was told. He poured some lube onto my crack and rubbed it in with his fingers. 

Then he instructed me to relax and stay loose. He slid a finger into my ass. I gasped, for 3 reasons: because it was so sudden, it hurt really badly, and his fingers were freezing! He eased me into the feeling by adding in another finger and then another. It felt amazing. My penis was hard again and straining against the mattress. I groaned from the pleasure and discomfort.

Adam, sensing I was ready, told me to turn over on my back and hold my legs up to my chest. After I did what I was told Adam pressed his lubed cock against my tight virgin hole.

"Ready babe?" He was calling me names now. Oh gosh.

"Mhm." I hummed.

"Good, just relax baby, and I will take care of the rest."

He pushed in the head of his member. I yelped. After a few seconds, Adam inched the rest of his cock in me. He got the whole thing in and kept still there a moment.

I soon got accustomed to his size and wiggled my hips a bit, wanting him to move. After a chuckle from him, he started, and we soon got a steady pace going. I was moaning his name and he was moaning mine. I looked up at him. He looked gorgeous. We moved together simultaneously, as one. His eyes met mine in a moment of pure ecstasy and we both smirked and kissed. He began thrusting deeper and faster.




Are You Sure?



Oh, that sent me into complete euphoria. Our cocks twitched, knowing we wouldn't last much longer. Our breathing sped up and we were moaning loud enough for the whole campus to hear. Finally, he plunged into me really deep and let out a long groan. I yelled his name and we both came.

My load shot all over my torso and chest. His filled my, no longer virgin, ass and some even dripped onto the sheets. He pulled out and bent down to clean my hole by sucking and licking his seed out of my ass. He lay down next to me and kissed me. We dressed ourselves in our underwear and drifted off to sleep in my bed, tangled together. 

Based on the events of that night I knew I was at least bi. Adam and I stayed together the rest of my sophomore year and all of junior year. But we decided to part before senior year began. We remained good friends instead. After graduating we kept in touch as often as we could. One night after we met up for drinks at a gay bar, we accidently made love. We both agreed it was an accident and forgot it.

But I couldn't. My feelings for him resurfaced but I couldn't go back to him. It would've been a big hassle. After all, he lived in Ohio and I lived in New York. Whenever I got feelings for Adam I'd bury them in a pussy I sought out at bars. After a while of doing that I just couldn't be with women anymore. I couldn't kiss or be with them without being sad or feeling sick. Then I knew I was gay.

I regained contact with Adam. I no longer had impulses to be with him. I think we were both relieved. Adam gave me some excellent news about 2 years ago. His company was going to move him to their other headquarters in the northern part of New York. Where I lived! We became roommates.

We went to gay bars a lot and I became a predator. I would look for a nervous guy off to the side of the bustling bar. I'd scoop him up, buy him drinks, calm his nerves, make him feel nice, and then I would take him somewhere to make love.

I didn't do this all the time but was nice for me and they man I picked up. Adam did this too, as well as a few of our friends. I made a few rules that I always follow.

#1- I didn't do anything that the guy didn't want. I'd always ask.

#2- I wouldn't rush the situation; it wouldn't be just a quick fuck then I was gone.

#3- I would keep them with me all night, until I left.

I respected those men and gave them an awesome night. That was the main goal.

So here I am at a gay bar, MASH, with my partner in crime: Adam. This is our favorite bar.

** (I will narrate from here on) **

Adam and Jerry are standing at the bar with drinks in hand. Its 11pm on a Friday night, at a gay bar called MASH... that could only mean one thing: Rave Time! MASH is known for their awesome raves. Dim lighting, pumping music, a spinning rainbow disco ball illuminating the dance floor, and loads of sexy gay men! Some shirtless, bumping, grinding, and all moving to the beat.

MASH was the most popular gay bar in this area and the most convenient. So naturally most curious men came here for this type of experience. The owner of the club was well aware as he was prepared for this fact. There were multiple rooms in the back where some people got "Freaky". Condoms and a bottle of lubricant were handy in each of these rooms.

But back to the situation at hand! So Jerry and Adam observed the rave in full swing, from the bar. They were looking for anyone who was sitting or standing off to the side. Adam found a cutie over near the bathrooms. Upon telling Jerry, he sauntered over to his newly-found victim. Jerry turned his attention back to his own search.

Finally, he spotted a cute nervous boy sitting on a bench against the wall opposite to him. Weaving his way through the dancing men, he reached the one he picked out. Jerry looked him over, taking him in. He looked to be in his early 20's...22 probably. He had black hair, spiked, had a lip piercing, and a nose ring. He had a nice slender body but filled out in all the right places. His body was showed off with the tight red shirt, black skinny jeans, and red converses he was wearing.

Taking a step closer to the prey, he got a better look. The boy had bluish-grey eyes, a perfect little nose, and tantalizing full lips. Jerry thought it was too good to be true.

He approached the boy and leaned into his ear, "Hey, I saw you over here lookin' a little lonely. Want some company sweety?"

The boy blushed and said sure in a shaky voice. "My name's Jerry. How about you?"

"Fletcher."

"Would you like a drink my sweet Fletcher?" He asked in a seductive tone.

"S-sure." He stuttered, while blushing a deeper shade of red.

"Then come with me my dear." Jerry whispered in his ear as he grabbed hold of his hand guiding him through the sea of men to the bar.

They sat down. "So what would you like, Fletcher?"

"Uh, just a beer please."

"Oh, I'll join you!" The bartender handed them their beers. "So do you live around here?" 

"Two towns over, Milton."

"Ah, did you come here with anyone?"

"No did you?"

"Yes, but he is amongst the crowd with, someone. So what would bring you over here to a gay bar like this?"

"I was curious of the night life. I came here just a few months ago."

"Why the sudden move?"

"I came out to my parents last year. They weren't very accepting, if you catch my drift, so I moved. Ha, sucks right?" 

He was loosening up now. "I know what you mean, my parents weren't all accepting much either. May I ask a personal question?"

"Uh, sure. Shoot."

"Have you ever been with another man?"

"Well, if you mean sex, then no. But I have only sucked off another guy. I feel pretty embarrassed."

"No one has ever done anything for you though?"

"No." Fletcher stared down at his feet, looking embarrassed.

Jerry lifted his chin. "Hey, nothing to be ashamed of."

Fletcher managed to smile. "I call myself gay, but I've never, err...," Fletcher leaned into Jerry's ear and whispered, "Never got my- my cherry popped." Fletcher blushed again pulling away.

Jerry chuckled and ran his hand through his hair. "I was confused when I first found out I was gay. I can relate."

Jerry threw his arm around Fletcher's shoulders and turned him to look over at Adam. "See him, with the blonde?"

"Yeah."

"He is the guy I came here tonight with, he is my best friend," He turned them back to the bar. "He was also the first man I was with. My first serious gay relationship. He helped me when I was confused."

"Now you guys are just friends?"

"Yup."

"When did you find out you were gay?"

"During college. After I slept with him. When did you find out?"

"In high school."

Jerry took a long swig of his beer, finishing it. He leaned in close to Fletcher. "Want me to show you the rest of what you've been missing?" He whispered into his ear. Fletcher hesitated a moment but slowly nodded. "Are you sure?"

"Yes, I trust you." Jerry held out his hand, Fletcher took it. Jerry guided him to the back rooms. They heard soft moaning echoing off the walls. The picked a room and Fletcher sat on the bed.

They stripped their shirts and pants. Jerry gave him a deep kiss that lasted for long minutes. He kissed down his neck, chest, and torso to the hem of his boxers. He felt Fletcher's boner on his chin. Jerry pulled off his boxers and then Fletchers' and began sucking him slowly then getting more rapid. Fletcher moaned and placed his hands on the sides of Jerry's head.

It didn't take much of Jerry's skilled tongue treatment for him to cum. Jerry sucked every drop. He pushed Fletcher down on the bed and kissed him roughly. "Like it so far?"

"Yes, let me return the f-favor."

"No, this is your night honey. Anything else?"

"Yes, Pl-please don't stop." He struggled to say, still dealing with his intense orgasm.

"No problem."

Jerry grabbed the lube and poured some onto his fingers; he spread Fletcher's legs then poured some on his hole. His tight virgin hole. Jerry got even more excited when that thought of taking this beautiful boy's virginity. He probed two fingers into Fletcher. He gasped at the sudden feeling of pain.

As he got used to the fingers he started moaning. Jerry knew it was time. He grabbed a condom and rolled it on. He gave Fletcher a deathly kiss on his lips then pushed the head of his cock up to Fletcher's puckered anal ring.

"Relax, the pain will subside faster. I promise."

"Okay."

Jerry pushed the head in letting Fletcher get used to it. Then he slowly eased the rest of his 7 inches in. After a few slow pumps Fletcher started moaning softly. Jerry screwed him faster.

He knew he wouldn't last long and, at this rate, Fletcher wouldn't either.

"Ah, oh god...oh! Oh Jerry! I'm gonna blow."

Jerry drove into him deeper hitting his prostate. That sent Fletcher over the edge. He was gone in oblivion. Fletcher blew his load with great force leaving him panting under Jerry as he tried to climax himself. With one final thrust, Jerry filled the condom with a big wad of his juices. He fell onto Fletcher, now they were both panting.

"That was...better than I could imagine."

"I'm glad I could help baby."

They cleaned themselves off and got dressed then walked to the bar. Adam and his boy toy for the night greeted them.

"Hey Adam, this is my friend Fletcher. And Fletcher this is my best friend Adam."

"Very pleased to meet you." Fletcher said giving a smile.

"Likewise." Adam said flashing his own smile. "Well Jerry and Fletcher this is my friend Spencer."

They all smiled and nodded.

The night led into the early morning hours around 3 am. The rave ended. But those hours spent by Jerry, Fletcher, Adam, and Spencer chatting, drinking, and dancing turned out to be a wonderful night. But it all sadly came to an end when they all parted ways. Unfortunately Adam and Spencer never crossed paths again. Jerry never saw Fletcher again. But they didn't mind. There were plenty more fun nights to enjoy and men to explore for Jerry and Adam. They were sure of that.



Are You Sure?



AUTHORS NOTE: There is no actual sex in this story. Just two people checking each others' will before taking a leap. 

*

She waited in the passenger seat as he walked around to her side to open it, not out of habit or some sense of entitlement, or a desire for old fashioned chivalry; rather as a delaying tactic. The door opened and she turned, swinging her legs out to the side, exposing her shapely appendages below a skirt that was shorter and tighter than she normally wore. She felt the warm summer evening air waft over her, challenging the remaining air conditioned coolness in the car. He waited with his hand out but she didn't take it, only looked up at him expectantly. It took him a second to realize she had stopped, and was waiting.

"What is it?" he asked.

"Last chance," she said plainly, looking up at him from narrowed, searching eyes. "If we go in, there is no going back."

"I know," he grinned nervously. "Are you ready?" He waited for her to grin back, and when she didn't, his grin faded, and his hand dropped to his side. "Are you having second thoughts?"

She searched his face for some indication of his thoughts, but saw only his eager anticipation. "Actually, I wanted to be sure that YOU were sure," she told him. "You know what is likely to happen if we go inside." 

His grin reappeared. "It's all I've thought about all week."

"Yes," she said, her smile playing lightly on her face against her will, seeing his happy, horny expression. "But I need you to access your big head for a minute." He continued to grin. "I'm serious," she insisted. "I'm sure you have imagined tonight a thousand times in your fevered brain. But I need to know that you can handle what could happen."

"I don't understand. We've been looking forward to this for weeks, planning. YOU'VE been looking forward to this. Is there a problem?"

"Not with me." She answered questioningly. "But I need to be sure that you know what door you're opening and that you are going to be okay with it." She searched his face again. "No matter what 'IT' is." 

"We've talked this out already," he replied uncertainly.

"I know, but I need to hear it again; for certain." She waited. "Considering all the possibilities. Considering what COULD happen, not just what you THINK will happen." She glimpsed a flash of concern cross his face, and then watched as his mouth turned to the side, and he bit the inside of his lip, his telltale pensive look. She reached out and took his hand, held it between hers, clasping his strong, confident digits inside the cocoon of her delicate fingers. "Honey, I need to be sure that you'll be okay, that WE will be okay if we do this."

"You know I love you, Karen," he told her, and her heart leaped, as it always did when he said it. His voice was genuine; endearing, and she warmed at the thought. 

"I know you do, honey, and I love you, too," she said softly. "And I don't ever want anything to get in the way of that." She pulled lightly on his hand and his shoulder followed, and he leaned on to kiss her, softly. It was the kiss she wanted, not a hot, passionate kiss; there would be plenty of those later, regardless of whether they went inside or not. This was the one that told her she was his, and only his, and that he was hers alone. She released his hand and raised hers to his face, holding his head close to hers. 

"I know you're excited; I'm excited too," she said. "But I need to know that when it's over you'll still be there for me, that we'll still be together, that nothing will change between us." She kissed his lips, feeling the softness of his mouth, tasting him, feeling the belligerent stubble on his chin. "If we go, there's no undoing it," she told him, and she watched his face intently, making sure the words were getting through, studying him to insure there was enough blood going to his brain. "We can't put the genie back in the bottle. Once it's out, it's out."

"I know that," he told her softly, and the look on his face told her that he understood. His hands moved to her shoulders. "I know," he repeated, looking into her eyes, making sure he connected with her; making sure she saw him, serious and intent. Her heart leapt at the connection, and her breath caught. He was so handsome, so caring and loving, and he was hers, beyond all reason, and he was letting her go. "No matter what, I love you. I know that I can be a little ... simplistic sometimes," he said slowly. She watched him choose his words. "But you want this. WE want this. And I understand that it may go ... beyond. Beyond what I think might happen." His eyes darted back and forth between hers; they were so close he couldn't look into both. 

"It could go far beyond," she added. "You might see me do things." She felt a little rush at the idea. "Things you haven't imagined." Between her legs her body, already aroused, reacted to the possibilities of the evening. "This isn't just fantasy now, sweetie; it's not just us in bed, telling each other how hot we are. This will be for real." She felt another surge between her legs, and her scent rose between them, defeating the sweet fragrance of the evening air. "God," she confessed, "just talking about it is making me wet. I can smell myself," she chortled. 

"I'm hard as a rock," he confessed.

"Will you still be hard for me after?" she asked, and she parted her legs slightly, forcing the skirt to ride up her slender, strong thighs. "Will you still want this?" She dropped a hand to her lap, slipping it under her skirt to her pantyless shaved sex. "Will this still excite you after? Do you understand what could happen if I start? How much I might like it? How far I might go?" Her voice caught a little, from her excitement, not from fear. She was concerned only about two things; that he might want to back out but would let her go anyway, and that he would stop her, now, that she was so excited and ready. 

"M-mm, definitely," he confirmed.

She put her other hand to his chest, holding it over his heart. "And what about here? Will your heart still want me? There are a lot of things that look and sound exciting when we're horny, baby. It all seems like a good idea then. But once you cum, and the blood goes back to your brain, you might see me ... differently." Her voice trailed off at the last word.

"I might see you more beautifully," he answered, and she smiled sweetly at him before taking her hand from between her legs and brushing her fingertips at his lips. 

"Yes, you might," she said, smearing her musky secretions on his wonderful, tender lips. "And I know that you want to," she continued. "But what if it goes ... beyond your imagination? What if," she slipped a fingertip into his mouth, "I don't stop? If I can't stop? If I exceed your fantasy?" He looked at her, and she knew then, she knew for sure that he didn't grasp the possibility, that he hadn't imagined where this night could go. His horny fantasy had gone only as far as his imagination could take him, and no further. She, on the other hand, saw the potential for where the excitement and thrill might lead. "Honey," she said, "what if there is more than one?" Still she sat, unwilling to get out of the car until he reassured her. "What if there are more?"

"Two?" he asked. "What, at once?"

"Two; three. More." She hesitated, and swallowed, acknowledging to herself where her desire might lead her, and gathered her resolve and blurted it out. "A lot more. Over and over. Everywhere. All over. Could you handle that?" Her voice was determined, her words quick and stern. "Because that could happen, baby. I'm so hot now, so excited, I don't know if I could stop." She trembled a little, and again her pussy reacted to the mental image. "I don't know if I will WANT to stop."

His face was a mix of confusion and fascination. "More than one?" he repeated.

"Oh, God, yes, baby, more. That's what I'm trying to tell you. This has been building in me for so long, we've been talking about doing it, and I've gotten so excited, and YOU have been so excited for me; I feel like my body is going to lead me places I've never gone. And the more we talked, the more excited I got, the more I started to imagine it ..." Once again her words trailed off, and she studied him for his reaction, but he seemed frozen, and she had a flash of fear that they would not go through with it, they would go home, have wild sex and shout their fantasies at each other as they wailed in passion, as they had done for months now.

And then he pushed her legs apart and stepped into her; he was kissing her, pulling her shoulders into his, his tongue hot and wet in her mouth. No lover's kiss now but a hot, sexually charged exchange of passion. "Yes," he said into her mouth, "Yes, yes, yes," as their mouths mashed together.

"You want it for me baby?" she asked as he kissed her, muffled into his affirmation.

"Yes, do it; fuck, you hot slut," he grunted, his tongue licking at her lips. "Yes! Fuck, I love you!" Her hands were on his back, groping his strong shoulders, HER man's shoulders, and she knew they would be all right. 

She pushed him back, away from her, and she slid off the seat and smoothed her skirt down. "Let's go, then," she told him. 



Are You Sure...



From my front door I can see the tiny deserted settlement I have named Karvounari in this story. In reality it was abandoned in the 1950's and 1960's as it became more and more difficult to scrape a livelihood. The village I know grew a scant crop of barley for bread-making, and olives for oil. The name I have given, Karvounari, implies that it was a settlement of charcoal burners. I have tried to envisage what might have happened if, instead of emigrating to Australia and prospering, the people had stayed and got progressively poorer and more desperate.

My thanks to Coaster 2 for permission to continue his short story Christmas conversation. I admire his work, and feel it an honour to close some of the ends of a beautifully crafted, open-ended story. His story was set in Canada. It will be apparent that I know less than nothing about Canadian culture and speech. Sorry about that.

My thanks to Chilleywilley and Creative talent for editorial help. 

Are you sure she wants rescuing?

In early April in the Southern Peloponnese, the sun rises a few minutes after six a.m., but in our location, tucked in the western foothills of the Tagetus mountain chain, the sun did not clear the hills above us until well after ten o'clock. 

By six there was a faint pink blush visible in the sky to the east of us, tinting the tops of the mountains. It was time to move. 

Sheila and I drained our coffee cups and strolled casually out of our room in the small apartment building. 

At sunrise we were sitting in cover, under a wide, low fig tree, showing the tiny, hard "male" figs which would later drop and be replaced in the autumn by the luscious ripe fruit. 

Our attention was focussed up the mountain side to the tiny village of Karvounari, high above us. 

There seemed to be about ten or a dozen houses, in one row overhanging the valley, a shorter, gapped row above them, and, higher up, three isolated houses, apparently in ruins, with blank, open window embrasures, sagging roof-trees and patches of semi-cylindrical tiles missing from the roofs.

All the windows looking down into the valley were shuttered with faded blue louvered shutters, and the doors of the animal shelters that comprised the basement floors of the houses, were closed up tight. 

At a quarter past seven we heard a motorcycle being kicked into life, and the muffled pop-pop of the little 50 cc engine. Chained-up dogs howled at the disturbance as the two young men I recognised from photographs; black bearded and ponytailed, in work boots and overalls, rode precariously down the precipitous dirt track over the bridge across the river and on into the sprawling small town on the side of the valley, half a mile from where we were concealed. 

Overhead a buzzard soared on the thermals. her wide, long wings held in a shallow v shape to spill some of the updraft of the westerly wind rising up the mountain slope. Soon she would be laying her eggs, and she needed to seek out a succulent rat, or better still a hare to help her build her fat reserves for the hungry times ahead when she had ravenous nestlings to feed.

An hour later we watched two older men walk down the same track carrying large hoes, heading down towards the river where a strip of cultivated land on either bank could be kept watered from the river so that potatoes, beans, aubergines, onions, cucumbers, tomatoes and peppers could be grown in the Spring and Summer months.

Their task for that day was to clear the water channels through which the life-giving water could travel to water the rows of vegetables that were so essential to life. Then the ground would be ploughed, or dug, and planted. 

We could see them working steadily, smoking the inevitable roll-up cigarettes as they raked the narrow channels clear of silt. From time to time one of them raised his hoe to shoulder height and brought it down with a crack upon the hard, parched earth.

Up in the tiny village we could catch a couple of glimpses of elderly women in the ubiquitous black, with black headscarves tight around their withered faces. No children had come down the path to school, no young women came down the track to visit the shops or workshops of Panagia Despina, the small town where we were staying.

We watched for another hour in which nothing happened more remarkable than a hobbled milking goat moving haltingly across the steep slope, browsing on the sweet young wild fennel plants amongst the grass, lush from the winter rains, that would so soon be parched and brown in the sparse, sun-scorched soil. 

We had seen enough for one morning. Sheila and I got up, stretched and made our way through the trees, back to the kafeneio for coffee.

*****

We were sharing a room, as we had insisted upon doing from early childhood whenever we could spend any time together. I was brought up in Winnipeg by my Canadian father, Sheila in West Bridgford, Nottingham by her English mother. We were sister and brother, and until I met and married Leni Sheila was the only person I loved in the whole world. 

Our parents split up, acrimoniously, when Sheila was seven and I was four. My father, Pat Melrose returned to his native Canada with Kirsty, his new lover, taking me, willy-nilly, in his baggage. Our mother, Sue stayed in England, moving back close to her mother and sisters and resuming her maiden name of Salter. We children were heartbroken at being separated, unable to come to terms with what was happening. 

Happily for our sanity, as a part of the divorce settlement, our parents had agreed that alternative summers, Sheila would come to me in Canada, or I would go to her in England; and on alternate Christmases we would travel the other way. We children came under pretty heavy pressure from our parents to let this arrangement drop, but we knew that if we insisted hard enough we would get our time together. 

We insisted, using all the scant tools of tears and sulks that we had to deploy. We had our summers and Christmases together right up until the time that I left school for University. By then we understood that our insistence had cost both our parents dear, not in money - our father could easily afford it - but by keeping the raw wounds of a failed, doomed marriage open for fifteen long years.

*****

Six months after we got married, Eleni had disappeared so abruptly and unaccountably the previous Autumn, I had walked around blindly in a state of bleak despair until Christmas. Then a chance meeting turned my thoughts around. (see Christmas Conversation by Coaster 2). Afterwards I felt strangely comforted, and over the next day or two I found I was developing an intense curiosity about what had broken up our marriage, and if the wounds in my heart could be healed.

Among the little that I knew, I was aware that the uncle and aunt she had been living with when we met, had left Winnipeg as suddenly and abruptly as she had. Maybe that could be a starting point.

I was astounded, numbed with shock, when, one evening, when I returned from work, she broke our marriage wide apart with her demand for immediate divorce. Half an hour later she was gone. Once she left that evening, she didn't return to the flat, even to collect her belongings. 

Without, apparently, stopping even to initiate divorce proceedings, she was gone from the apartment and out of my life. Since then I had heard nothing from her or whatever attorney she might have contacted. Her credit and debit cards had had not been used, and her bank accounts showed no new transactions, other than the deposit of a final month's salary.

Naturally I went first to her office and asked if they had a forwarding address. The personnel lady explained that, far from having a forwarding address, they had no idea why she had suddenly stopped going in to work without a word. 

They had called her cell phone a dozen times over the next few days, and even phoned her aunt's house, which was still her registered address. Then they had parcelled up her personal belongings and deposited the balance of salary outstanding into her bank account. 

The personnel officer was relieved when I offered to take Leni's personal effects away, and she handed me a cardboard box and a shopping bag. That evening I examined everything obsessively, as if a box of tissues or a tube of throat lozenges might carry some clue. Not a glimmer.

So I did what I do when I need help. I called my sister.

"Sheila. Hi, it's Kirk. Got time to talk?"

"Kirk, lovey, good to hear from you at last. You've been so out of it for the last couple of months, that I'd decided that I am coming out to sort you out as soon as I can get free for a week or so. So sorry about Leni...It must be heartbreaking for you."

"It's been rough, but I'm finally trying to shake myself out of it. What I'm doing now is trying to find out what happened. Why did she just break up with me and go off so suddenly. I'd 'a sworn that she was really happy with me." 

"So what now lovey? Are you coming to me, or shall I come to you?"

"I'd love to see you, and we must get together soon, but I wonder if you can pull some strings with your ex-service pals? I really need to see if I can find Leni and her aunt and uncle. I don't know about them, but I really don't think she's in Canada. Can you scratch around and see if you can find out something?"

"Course I can ducks. Give me what you know."

"Her aunt and uncle are Jimmy and Poppy Georgopoulos. I suppose his Greek name would be Dimitri, and hers would be Kalliopi Georgopoulou. They lived at 114, Ellice Avenue, Sargent Park in Winnipeg. They moved out on or around the 11th. October; the same time as Eleni. Eleni was still registered at that address at work, so that's your best chance of finding her."

Perhaps I should explain why I was loading all this on Sheila. I am a computer programmer; I write Java code for a specialist software company who design interactive sites for mail-order businesses. I am tall and well-built because at College I was a competitive butterfly stroke swimmer, but I lead a sedentary life, and wouldn't hurt a fly.

Maybe Sheila wouldn't hurt a fly either, but people is another question altogether. 

At the age of eight, very soon after our parents split up for good, she was attracted to martial arts, and demanded that her mother signed her up for aikido classes at the local youth centre. From there she went on to judo, karate, kendo and Thai kickboxing. By her mid-teens she was in the judo team in the Commonwealth Games and she had an international reputation. Mother pushed her to take A levels and try for university, but Sheila got a better offer from the Army, and joined up.

She became, officially a Physical training instructor specialised in unarmed combat. In reality she spent a couple of years in training for the Army and Combined Services teams. To give her breadth and versatility she trained herself close to Olympic standard in the modern pentathlon, becoming a crack pistol shot and fencer. 

Our lives had diverged, but our love for each other was the one constant in both of our lives. Every year we had holidays together somewhere, and whenever she competed internationally (pretty well every year) I would take the opportunity to cheer her on from the sidelines. So I knew a whole lot of her army pals, male and female, and I knew that there was little they couldn't find out if the need arose. 

Six weeks later Sheila reported back. Jimmy and Poppy had put their furniture in store and were living across the border in Detroit. Sheila flew over and, the following Sunday we called upon them unannounced and uninvited. Jimmy was clearly horrified to see us but ingrained Greek hospitality and courtesy made him welcome us in.

"Kirk. And Sheila isn't it? We met at Kirk's wedding last Summer. Welcome to our home." All this came out at a gabble as he stood there with parchment-white face and trembling knees. 

We went through to the lounge before Jimmy could slow us down.

When Poppy saw us her legs gave way and she collapsed onto a chair and burst into noisy tears. We stood there helpless as her husband tried to comfort her. 

We tried our best to dismiss their fears, but, I suppose when we appeared the damage was done.

Dimitri explained what little he knew,

"Takis and Leftheris just turned up and told us that we had forty-eight ours to get out of Winnipeg and cover our tracks. You don't know them Kirk, they are truly terrifying people, and when they said that they would kill us if we stayed, we believed them, no question." 

"Their father was a thug working for the secret police at the time of the Colonels and they disappeared people who did not do what they said. That whole family had a dirty fascist past from right back before the Civil War. Everyone was a afraid of the father, and the boys were no better. Takis would kill us as soon as look at us if we caused him problems, and his brother is not much better." 

They had little more to tell us. They guessed that Leni had been taken back to Greece, very possibly against her will, but they did not know anything for sure.

Ten days later we had some positive news. Leni had left the country by scheduled flight the day after she broke the news to me. She was ticketed through Thessaloniki to Kalamata. She was accompanied by two young men. When I was shown the images from the surveillance cameras I recognised them as her cousins Takis and Leftheris. I thought I vaguely remembered them from our wedding, but they were clearly recognisable from some of Leni's old family photographs, left behind when she fled.

"We'll have to go and rescue her," was my immediate, unconsidered response.

"Are you sure she wants rescuing?" was Sheila's cautious response. 

"Only one way to find out."

*****

Later we watched Karvounari for a couple of hours twilight hours and saw nothing worthy of notice. It was six months since Leni had disappeared, and we could see no reason to suspect that our presence had been detected. 

The second morning was much like the first. We lay still and without a sound, our outlines blurred by a square of camouflage netting. We were so inconspicuous that a small red fox, no larger than a domestic cat, strolled insouciantly by within a dozen feet of us. Sheila said later that this invisibility to the natural world was the test of a good obbo.

On the fourth morning we got a sighting. The door of one of the houses swung open and a plump, tottering two-year-old waddled out and headed with suicidal boldness right for the ten foot drop off the edge of the terrace. 

A white-faced Leni appeared, dressed in black blouse and blue jeans, with the obligatory headscarf clutched tight around her face. She snatched up the tiny girl and carried her, howling with rage, back into the house. It looked as if one of the old grandmothers dragged her the last step into the house and slammed the door behind her. She was there!

The following day Sheila and I broke off our observation and took a ten kilometre hike across some very harsh scrubby mountain terrain with the most ferocious thorns I have ever encountered. At the end of it, she had navigated us to a point directly above the village. We crouched out of sight, just above the margin of cultivation and watched the settlement below. 

The three houses five hundred metres below us were clearly abandoned. From here we could see great gaping holes in the roofs where the roof members had rotted through. Never mind - one of the buildings would serve our purpose.

But we now knew that we could arrive and escape undetected up until the last couple of hundred yards. Darkness would add an extra element of difficulty, but it could be done. The gig was on. As to whether or not she would agree to go with us; Leni could answer for herself.

*****

After our journey to the summit of the mountain above Karvounari, Sheila insisted that we check our of our rented room and drive right away.

"Anyone can go unnoticed in a city", she explained, "but a remote rural area is another thing altogether. No stranger goes unobserved, and no action goes unexamined. There's no reason to think Leni's family know we are here, but we can't afford to take a chance. We have to up sticks and leave the area, until we are ready to move. Two days should do it, I reckon."

*****

"Time spent on reconnaissance is seldom wasted," the Duke of Wellington is reported as saying in his characteristic, laconic, understated way. He knew of what he spoke. Two days later we drove to Areopoli and returned our rented Hyundai. We told the car rental agent that we wanted his oldest, scruffiest jeep or pickup to do some serious off-road exploring. Reluctantly he produced a ten-year-old soft-top Suzuki Samurai which, he explained was usually rented by hunters.

Later as the sun was going down we drove our jeep as far up the dirt tracks as it could go, turned it around for a quick departure moved it into the cover of scrubby holm oak bushes. We started out to get above the village under cover of dusk. 

It gets dark quickly in this latitude, compared with either Canada or England so we could not afford to waste any time. Half an hour later we had walked the two kilometres to the edge of the garrigue, with the olive terraces below us. A long wait and watch, and Sheila gave the signal to move. 

Like yachts tacking, we walked carefully and silently down in long diagonals to get to the abandoned houses on the upper level of the village. A door pushed open easily and we found a room with a rough dirt floor studded with jagged rocks, half full of old, rotting olive nets and old wicker baskets from the days of donkey transport. There was no reason for this place to be visited for months, or even years. With the front windows still shuttered, we could even light a torch with impunity.

We settled down to wait until after midnight. Meanwhile Sheila gave me an intense briefing.

"Kirk, lovey, when we get to the level with the house on it, I want you to go round to the back of the house and wait until you hear me go in. I'll make lots of noise. You stop anyone getting out, and come in as soon as you can to give me support. OK?"

"Yes, that's fine, but what about the dogs?"

"Don't worry about the dogs. It's the same old story. People keep dogs to give them warning of strangers, but then they disregard what the poor beasts are trying to tell them. People are so stupid, you wouldn't believe."

"Sheila, I am afraid I shan't be much use to you when it comes to the rough stuff. I haven't been in a fight since I was nine years old"

She produced a black tube about eight or nine inches long, and handed it to me.

"I brought this along for you. It's a spring-loaded, telescopic baton. Hold the handle with the closed end in your palm, and flick it sharply downwards."

I did as she said, and a long silver spring shot out of the handle, making the whole baton over two feet in length. Its balance changed dramatically and I was surprised at how it suddenly felt heavier in my hand.

"Hit someone with that and, believe me it hurts like fuck. You don't have to hit hard with it; just let its own weight do the job. Don't hit at the head or neck unless you want to kill somebody. Strike downwards to the shoulders and you'll paralyse the arms. Sideways to the arms or legs. Here, try hitting these old olive nets. That's right, short firm blows. Good, you've got it."

When I was satisfied I drove the tip into the ground to push the spring back into the handle and dropped it into the leg pocket of my camouflage trousers. I was fighting hard to control my fear, but at the same time I was confident that I could keep calm, avoid going off half-cocked, and, if necessary, make use of a powerful weapon.

In the little settlement below, all light and movement seemed to have ceased soon after ten o'clock. We waited in silence, illuminated only by a pocket torch. Finally, at around 2 a.m., the moment came. Sheila turned off the torch, plunging the room into darkness.




Are You Sure...



"Here, put these on, but take them off as soon as you reach the back of the house. Then let your eyes get used to the darkness."

These were night vision goggles. They worked well, although everything seemed a bit greeny-yellowy and swimmy around the outlines. We moved almost silently down the narrow, steep paths to the narrow street between the houses and the ruins above. We had almost reached our positions when a solitary dog began to whine, and then bark a warning. 

As Sheila had predicted, all its vigilance earned it was some muffled curses from within the house, and eventually the barking subsided into low growls. I reached the back of the third house along, identified the low doorway, and removed the night goggles. 

The night was black and bright with stars. I had never seen them so bright and beautiful in the absence of the urban light pollution I was used to. I drew out the black tube of the baton, found the closed butt end and clutched it loosely in the palm of my hand. fingers around the business end, and waited. I could feel my heart beating in my chest, and I thought I could hear the hissing of my blood coursing through the capillaries in my ears.

I heard a loud noise from the front of the house as Sheila kicked the door open. There were cries and shouts and a child began to scream piercingly loud. Suddenly the door in front of me flew upon and I saw the dim figure of a man dressed only in a shirt. The bushy black beard and long, lank hair identified him as Leni's cousin Leftheris. 

Without hesitation I extended the baton with a sharp swish, and struck him hard on the right shoulder, He howled with pain and dropped to his knees. I put out my foot and pushed him onto his back. He lay there groaning. I gesticulated with the baton, and he stayed discreetly silent. 

A minute later Sheila came to the back door with her maglite, and stooped over Leftheri. She took a plastic tie from a capacious leg pocket and secured his hands, then slapped a piece of silver tape across his mouth. I followed her into the house, and looked around in the dim light.

A grotesque sight awaited me. Three figures lay on the dirt floor. The man was Takis. He was unconscious and looked as if he had a dislocated shoulder. His thumbs were tied together with a plastic restraint clearly made for the job.

The other figures were women. They were almost naked from the armpits down, but their heads and arms were secured in tight bundles, as their nightdresses had been used as straightjackets. They kicked their bare legs and moaned. 

The older woman was clad in long, grubby drawers down to the knees. Her torso was naked with sparse hair at armpits. She was probably only in her forties but she looked twenty or thirty years older, spindle-shanked with withered belly and breasts.

The younger one was completely naked from the armpits down. She was fat and flabby with drooping, pendulous blue-veined breasts and thick scuts of coarse black hair at her armpits and crotch. Leni was kicking her vigorously, with her bare feet. She was getting in the occasional hard blow, but it was clear that her own anger was undermining her efforts. She was screaming at the woman in Greek in a hysterical rage until I took her in my arms, and hugged her. 

"Leni, it's Kirk. Do you want to come with us. We have to go quickly and quietly. Don't dress, just find some shoes to put on."

Leni was still kicking at the bundled nightdress that hid the head and arms of her cousin's wife. The idea of shoes obviously had some appeal.

"That bastard Takis raped me over an' over and that fat cunt Yotta helped him. She held me when he was beating me, and encouraged him to hit me harder. The last time she thought it a huge joke to stuff a shitty diaper in my mouth as I was being raped. I want to kill the evil cow."

"We are not going to kill anyone. Get a grip on yourself. Tell Yotta that if anyone comes after us, we will come back and kill the lot of them. Make sure she understands. Tell her that if anyone follows us down to Panagia Thespina, they will pay for it."

Sheila had been standing listening to every word. Suddenly she grabbed Takis, who was beginning to stir, and with a single heave she dragged him to his feet.

"I'll deal with this bastard."

She frogmarched him out of the front door of the cottage and kicked him over the ten-foot drop top the terrace below. His fall was checked, but not stopped by a pomegranate bush, and the shock of the long thorns tearing at his flesh brought him back to full consciousness for a moment or two. As he continued to roll, his head hit a boulder with a loud crack and he was still and silent.

Looking back into the darkness of the house I could see Leni crouched down by Yotta, pouring out a torrent of angry Greek. Sheila and I drew on our night goggles and I picked up Leni and threw her over my shoulder. We stepped over a groaning Leftheris, and started the ascent.

My years of intensive work on my upper body strength paid off at last. Carrying Leni in a fireman's lift seemed no effort at all and I could stride up the goat tracks with ease. Sheila stopped frequently to look behind us, but there was no sign of pursuit. Even if they tried to follow us, they would almost certainly go downhill towards the town on the other side of the bridge.

A couple of hundred years of steep climb took us to the abandoned house where we planned to stop the three hours or so until dawn. Inside the building, I pulled some clothes from my rucksack for Leni, and she stripped off her nightdress and put on a bra, panties, jeans and a sweater. 

Suddenly we all realised that we were hungry, and we gorged on fruit bars until our sugar levels returned to something like normal. Sheila dug out three cans of Nestea from the bottom of her rucksack and we drank. Now it was time for Leni to tell her story.

"Well, you know I inherited sixty stremmata of land from my mother - it was her prika. My cousins wanted that land, and I rented it to them for a couple of cans of oil a year to go to my aunt. That was fine up 'til now, but things have changed. The Demos has been planning a road across the top, and now with all the E. U. money, they can make it happen.

"My uncle has political connections with Golden Dawn, and they owe him. If he let out some of the stories about the past of some of these people they could never see daylight again, let alone taste power. Anyway, one of his political connections showed Taki a plan of the new road, and it skirts my land, so suddenly a bit of land worth thirty kilos of oil a year becomes worth half a million euros. Build three or four houses on it and it could be worth over a million. 

"I was promised to Takis by my parents, but I always hated him and his brother. The family tried to force me to marry him - even got a Pappas to the house at midnight to conduct the marriage. I screamed and struggled so much that the Pappas refused to conduct the marriage. That's when I ran away to my uncle and aunt in Winnipeg.

"Then we met that day in the library, and I was soon head over heels in love with you. We moved in together and a few months later we decided to get married. I asked my family to the wedding, and Takis and Leftheris came; you remember? That's how they knew where to find me. 

"I was happy for the first time in my life. I never wanted to visit Greece or speak Greek ever again in my life.

"You remember, I had the day off work and I was painting the cupboards. The doorbell rang and it was Takis and Leftheris. I was never so scared in my life. Takis took one step into the apartment and hit me so hard in the stomach that I couldn't breathe for several minutes. I just lay there gasping for breath. He stood over me and put one foot on each of my hands and held me immobile. 

He said,

"Tell your brand new husband that you have found someone else, and you are leaving him. Don't say anything else. When he gets home tonight, call me on your cell phone and leave the line open. I shall hear every word you say. 

"Get this wrong, even in the slightest, and I shall kill him and Leftheri will kill Dimitri and Poppy. Believe me it would be a pleasure. Meet us at the Bus station at seven tonight. Be there. You know what will happen if you try to play me for a fool."

"So I did what he said. He brought me here and a really evil man, an Australian Greek Pappas, came to the house and married us. I told him I was married already and he said that I was only married in an apostate ceremony; now I was truly married in an Orthodox ceremony. He stood there while the three of them, Takis, Leftheris and Yotta punched and kicked me and pulled my hair out until I gave in. God how I hate them all.

"The only thing I refused to do was to sign the land over to them. I thought that if I did that, then they would have no need to keep me alive any longer. For a while I thought you might come and find me, but I gave up hope months ago."

*****

That was six months ago. Now Leni has been treated for her injuries, the broken ribs and crushed fingers are healed, and her broken nose was re-broken and re-set. The burns on her neck and breasts have slowly healed, leaving little silvery discs of scar tissue. We try and try to put it all behind us, but I see sometimes the light go out of her eyes, and she slumps down in a pitiable state I can do nothing about. I hear her weeping at night, and try to hug her, but she pushes me away. I am sure that, in her mind, I failed her. And I admit, that if it had not been for that Christmas conversation she would probably be dead by now. 

Last time I spoke to Sheila on the phone, she wondered aloud just what Leni had said to Yotta in Greek that night. 

Is it all over even now? 

This is the first of two stories set in Greece. Both deal with abduction and forced marriage, but in very different ways. I hope you will be encourages to try the second one, called "Aphrodite's Island." 



Are You Sure About This?



It's an odd feeling watching your mother kiss another woman.

Believe me, I found that out a few months after my parents had divorced and my mom told me that that she had recently begun dating another woman. She was nervous when she first sat me down to tell me that. But she said she was glad I handled it well and that I didn't judge her about her personal choice. The truth is, I just wanted her to be happy, but I did think the whole situation was a little strange. I had always wondered if this other woman was the reason why my parents divorced, but both she and my dad remained vague about it, like they didn't want to talk about it.

My mother is a very prudish and demure middle-aged woman at 45 years old. She has blond hair, fair skin, with a slender body and a pretty face. So I was surprised when I was first introduced to her girlfriend, Angela, for the very first time because of how different she was compared to my mom. Angela was an incredibly sexy 36 year old brunette with a well tanned athletic body and has curves which no man could resist. They also had different lifestyles as well, with Angela being an outgoing fitness trainer, and my mother being a modest English professor at the university I attended.

One thing was clear, they really loved each other. My mom would always invite her to dinner at our house and they always had a great time talking and laughing. They became even closer as time went on. It was also clear that my mother was the submissive one in their relationship. She would always go out of her way to make sure Angela was happy and really did a lot for her. I tried not to think of what their sex life was like, but, well, some things are unavoidable...

 "ARE YOU SURE ABOUT THIS?"

***LATE ONE NIGHT***

A loud noise courtesy of our next door neighbor had woken me up at night. It was around 11pm. What kept me from going right back to sleep was noticing that the light was still on in our house. 'Odd,' I thought to myself. My mother is never up this late, especially on a weeknight. I just figured that she must still be with Angela who was over for dinner this evening. I didn't want to go back to sleep. I couldn't. My curiosity got the better of me and I wanted to see what they might be doing. 

Deep down I knew what they were doing- it was obvious. But I couldn't help myself. So I proceeded quietly down the hall and slowly down the dark stairway before seeing the two of them.

There I saw my highly educated and respectable mother on her knees with her face buried in her girlfriend's crotch.

My mother was topless. Her sweater and bra were neatly placed on the same couch that her girl friend was sitting on. From my angle, I could only see my mother's pale white back and the side of one of her breasts. And the only thing I could see of her breast was that it sagged while she was leaning forward.

Angela, on the other hand, was only naked from the waist down. Her jeans and panties were tossed on the floor leaving her muscular thighs and vagina exposed for my mother's consumption. She was leaning back on the couch with her eyes closed, enjoying the pleasure she was receiving as she ran her fingers through my mom's wavy blond hair. 

She opened her eyes to watch my mother's tongue lapping over her labia and clitoris; seeing the control she had over her. I could even hear the slurping and sucking sounds that my mother was making down there.

It didn't take long for Angela to catch me in the corner of her eyes and turn her full attention towards me. We were both in a state of utter surprise; I caught them in the middle of a sex act in our house, and she caught me spying on them. We both froze for a brief moment. I didn't know how to react, and by the look on her face, neither did she. And of course my mother was completely oblivious to all of this as she continued her work on the vagina presented in front of her. I had a strong urge to just turn around run back to my room, but that would mean making enough noise for my mother to know I was there.

Suddenly, a small grin appeared on Angela's face along with a lustful gleam in her eyes. Me watching them was now making her more aroused than she already was. It was the final act of sexual dominance she had over my mother. It was as if Angela was getting off knowing that her girlfriend's son was witnessing his mother being degraded in such a manner that a woman of her stature shouldn't be in.

She took her eyes off me and leaned forward, whispering gently to my mother, "That's it. Lick it faster. I'm almost there."

Mom listened as she picked up the pace that her tongue and mouth were moving in. Angela's breathes became deeper as she started squirming where she sat. She leaned back on the couch and closed her eyes once again. She was clearly approaching an orgasm. I can only imagine what was going through her head as she slowly started to shiver. She was cumming, and in my mother's mouth of all places.

She shivered for a few moments before eventually settling her body down. She laid there, enjoying the bliss she was feeling, before sitting up and giving my mother a big kiss on the mouth. 

With that, I quietly made my exit back to my room.

***

That night marked the first time that I had ever masturbated thinking about my own mom. I couldn't help it. I found myself overwhelmed with the taboo of seeing her being used for sexual pleasure and her enjoying ever second of it. Before that, I had never seen or heard her in any sexual setting. It was as if she had been sexless and a perfect example of morality. But all of that changed now and I never looked at her in the same way. And that's what made it so exciting for me to fantasize about her.

It became a dark little secret that only her girlfriend and I knew about. She would wink at me as she kissed my mother when my mom didn't know I was looking, as if to tease me, flaunt their love life in my face, and to remind me of me of that fateful night. But she didn't need to; the sight of them in the middle of a sex act was something I never would have forgotten anyways.

***HOME EARLY*** (A MONTH LATER)

News of a possible sudden storm cut short a camping trip with me, my dad, and some of my cousins. It wasn't that big of a deal since instead of arriving home that night, we would all just be home early that Sunday morning. 

I noticed Angela's car parked in the driveway after my dad dropped me off at mom's house. I didn't think much of it since it was in the morning and that might have been planning on going out someplace together. But then again, they were expecting to have the place all to themselves since I never thought to call my mother ahead of time to tell her I would be back early, so who knows what they could have been up to. 

I grabbed my things from the car and made my way through the front door, not knowing if I would be walking in on the middle or something or not.

The house was filled with silence as I walked in. Then, I saw her. I saw Angela completely naked in the kitchen as she came to check on the sound of me entering. We both stood there for a moment with the same deer-in-the-headlights look in each of our faces from this surprise. 

I couldn't help but to admire her beautifully formed athletic body for the brief seconds it took her to grab the nearest apron and use it to cover herself with. She had the perfect balance of muscle tone and curves which kept her feminine appeal. Her breasts looked like perfectly shaped c-cups with large brown nipples on each of them. Her vagina was cleanly shaven making her large labia clearly visible from where she stood.

"What the hell are you doing here Henry?" she said in a scolding manner while trying to keep her voice down at the same time. "Your mom said you weren't going to be back until night time."

"The weather forced us to come back earlier. Jeez, I didn't think I'd need permission to come back to my own home," I replied.

"Keep it down, your mother is upstairs..."

"Oh, of course, and she's obviously expecting you right now," I whispered back. "I better go and let you two get back to what you were doing."

That same sexual grin she had on her face a month ago when I saw them on the couch re-appeared on her face, and she said, "On second though, why don't you stay for a while? I was about to bring some food for me and your mother to use in the bedroom. But I think bringing you instead might be a little more fun, don't you think?" 

I was stunned by what she had just proposed. She had just invited me to bed with her and my own mother. My mind started racing with all the possibilities that might occur. But I couldn't do it. Real life is one thing, and fantasy is another. 

"You can't be serious about this...you're just teasing me..." I told her, stammering at my words.

"You think I'm teasing you, well here's your tease," she said, and without a hint of warning, she dropped the apron covering her body and exposed herself completely to me. "Get a good look. I've seen the way you've been looking at us since after that night you caught her eating my pussy. And it's definitely not how a son is supposed to look at his mom. So let's quit wasting time standing around and get right to it."

"I...can't...and you know it would never work. She would freak out the moment she sees me in the room. I know my mother, and she would never go for it." 

"She's blindfolded Henry," she replied with a sexy tone of voice while maintaining that grin. "She's blindfolded and is masturbating with a vibrator right now, warming up until I get back. We usually do nasty stuff like this at my place, but since you went camping, we thought it would be fun to do this in her bedroom for once. It's a nice change of scenery in our sex life. And you telling me that 'you can't' because 'it would never work' is much different from saying that 'you won't'. So like I said, cut the bullshit, I know you're interested."

"Fine, I'll admit it, I'm interested in fucking my mom. Is that what you want to hear? And what do you get out of this anyways? That's what I don't understand."

She playfully pinched me on the check and said, "Men aren't the only ones who enjoy incest."

***THREESOME***

We were both nude as she held my hand and led me up the stairs to a sight that I never thought I would ever see or even lust after; my naked mother, blindfolded on the bed, and masturbating with a vibrator. There were also other sex toys on the bed which were lying in the area between my mother's wide open legs. They included a strap-on and what looked like anal beads and lube among other things. 

My mother spoke in a concerned tone as we entered the room, asking Angela, "Who were you talking to? Was someone just at the door or were you on the phone?" 

"I brought someone for you. His name is 'Joe', he's a friend of mine," she replied, making up a fake name for me as she walked towards my mother as I waited by the door.

"You did what!? Oh god, I can't believe you would so such a thing. I never agreed to this!" my mother yelled as she threw the vibrator to the ground and attempted to pull off her blindfold.

Angela forcefully grabbed my mother's wrist and warned her, "Don't you dare take it off Helen. This isn't over until I say it is. And right now, I say we're just getting started."

My mom accepted what was happening and ended her fight.

She continued, saying, "Remember how you would always tell me that your cunt belonged to me? Well I decide how it gets used, and today, I've invited my friend over so he could fuck you. So just relax and we'll have some fun."

"...Okay, fine..." my submissive mother replied.

Angela held out her hand to me, signaling for me to walk over to the bed where I got an extremely intimate look at my mother's nakedness. Her body looked soft and thin, yet she still had her womanly curves around her hips and thighs. She also had a large patch of brown pubic hair as well. Her breasts looked like b-cups and had large pink nipples which were hard from being exposed for so long. 

She placed my open hand on top of my mom's foot and I wrapped my fingers around it. My mother didn't react to my touch at first, she just laid there, not knowing what to expect. Angela continued leading me forward, dragging my hands across my mother's legs in the process. My hand continued rubbing across her body through her crotch, brushing against her pubic hair and through her breasts where I started to feel her tense up with sexual excitement. Angela let go of me and used both of her hands to gently pull my mother to get her to sit upright on the side of the bed. 

I felt an unbelievable level of power over my mom which had caused my penis to become fully erect. I could now do all of the nasty things I had been fantasizing about doing to my mother over the past few months. But most importantly, she would never know that it was me- her son. 

The line which no family members should ever cross with each other had been exceeded as I bent down to kiss my mom full on the lips. Her lips felt soft as they always had been whenever she kissed me on the cheek or forehead. She was cautious with her mouth at first, limiting this kiss with just her lips. But as I began to rub her back and shoulders, she opened her mouth wide open for me and we were able to use our tongues on each other, discovering what we both tasted like. It was clear that she was really starting to open up and enjoy this whole experience as she started to let out soft moans in between our kisses. The frequency of her moans increased as I used my hand to play with one of her big nipples and roll it around in my fingers.

"Your cock looks nice and hard 'Joe', why don't you have Helen give it a few licks for you? She's great with her tongue and mouth," Angela said as she moved to the other side of the bed behind my mother.

I did as she suggested, breaking the kiss and standing up straight so that my hard cock was right in front of my mother's face. She knew exactly what was needed of her as she opened her mouth wide enough to give me an easy entrance. That's when I did it; I pushed my crotch forward a few inches, just enough to insert my penis inside my mother's mouth. She immediately closed her lips around me and started sucking the best she could in the position she was in. Angela was right, my mom had a great mouth and she really knew how to use it. Her tongue felt as soft as her lips did, but it was obviously much warmer and was soaking wet with her mouth water.

She continued sucking my cock for a few moments as Angela got behind my mom and started massaging her breasts and kissing her shoulder and neck. That really got my mother going as she started sucking even harder and faster. She also lifted her once reluctant hands from the bed and used them to rub my thighs and to eventually caress my balls and the base of my cock. At that moment, I was able to fully understand the sexual pleasure Angela was receiving the night I caught my mother eating her pussy. I understood why Angela didn't want to stop my mother, even as I watched. The pleasure was too great. My mother definitely wasn't as prudish as she let on.

The sounds of my mother slurping on my cock came to an end when Angela said to me, "It would be a real shame if you came so soon without being able to do anything else to her. I'm sure Helen's poor little cunt is in desperate need of some attention right now. She is a woman with needs after all..."

She continued by whispering in my mother's ear telling her to lie on her back once again. Those instructions were followed by Angela giving my mom a wet tongue kiss which I had grown accustomed to seeing over the past few months.

I got on my knees and was able to get a great look at my mother's hairy vagina for the first time. The hair was light brown and curly and her thick labia was a darker shade of brown. I spread her vagina open to get a see her large clitoris, as well as her insides which were pink. She responded to this by spreading her legs even further for me, inviting me to eat her pussy as Angela was busy sucking on her nipples and fondling her breasts.

I couldn't help but think how I was now staring at the place where my life began. But I didn't want to think for to long, after all, my mom was waiting for me to please her. My tongue ran across her labia for a few strokes. Each lick was met with an equal reaction from her body. Then I started running my tongue through the pink insides of her vagina causing her to squirm. The same reaction happened as I began to suck on her clit.

I continued this for a few more moments until I wanted more. Her increasing moans to my tongue only fueled my desire to please her. I noticed some of the anal beads lying on the bed along with some lubrication, so I figured that was something that they enjoyed using on each other. So I lowered my hands down to her butt cheeks and used my fingers to spread them apart, exposing her tiny brown anus to me.

Anal sex was something I was always fascinated with, but never had a chance to do with anyone. And now I had a chance to do it with this blindfolded woman lying in front of me. The fact that this blindfolded woman was my mother only amplified this fetish which I've had for as long as I could remember. 

I slowly stuck my tongue out to anally pleasure a woman for the first time in my life. Feeling it on the tip of my tongue wasn't how I imagined it to be. It felt softer than I had expected. My tongue swirled around it a few times, feeling each and every line that it had. The more I swirled my tongue, the more she started to squirm, and I liked that. I took things even further as I forcefully plunged my tongue deep inside her anus. I swirled my tongue once again, but this time while inside her causing her to moan while Angela was still playing with my mom's breasts and kissing her. After having explored her more intimate of areas with my tongue, I then used my finger to probe and loosen up her rectum.

"Wait, not there," my mother said, addressing me for the very first time. "I've never had anything go that deep in that area..."

"...which is why now would be the perfect opportunity to change that wouldn't it?" Angela interjected, with a highly sexual gleam in her eyes. "Go ahead 'Joe', I want you to claim her there. She's never let me fuck her in that hole, so maybe she needs a real man to take care of that don't you think?"

Sex was one thing, but my heart started racing at the idea of sodomizing my own mother. I pulled my finger out of her anus and stood back up, unsure of exactly how to proceed with this. But I didn't need to wait long as Angela instructed me to pour some lube on my throbbing cock and inside her rectum. I did as she said before pressing the head of my cock against her lubricated anus. My mother used her hands to spread herself open down there as Angela had told her to. And even then, I still had a hard time entering her. She was that tight. I had to use my own fingers to spread her anus apart even further to insert my head in. 

Her body immediately twitched as I pushed the tip of my cock in her anus. I continued pushing forward inside of her. Her moving her body and squeezing the bed sheet showed just how much pain she was in. But her gasps and moans showed how much pleasure she was receiving from this as well. I was now giving her physical sensations she had never experienced before by stretching her anus and rectum.

Her rectum felt incredibly tight, as if her body was attempting to reject this unnatural act of sex. But it wasn't unnatural to me- I loved every moment of it. I loved being the first person to ever claim my mother sexually in her most private of areas. And I loved how it was driving her crazy. That's when I started ravishing her; getting off on every moan, and every twist and turn from my mother's body.