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Curiosity

By: dgharis



"She will come?"

"Of course. Her curiosity will bring her to us." Lady Marie looked at him. "Relax, my dear. Do not spook her with your eagerness."

"Of course not. I will be patient, as always."

Paulette turned the invitation over. An invitation to the estate, to the ball that night. The invitation included a beautiful gown, matching shoes, jewelry, and a fur wrap; the whole was worth more than two years' pay. Why her? She was a mere shop clerk; what did they want with her?

There was only one way to find out. She went into her room and began to prepare.

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The coach came promptly at seven, as promised. The night was foggy and cool; she was glad of the wrap. They rolled through wet streets and muddy lanes toward the manor.

She stepped out onto the front steps. Others were there as well; minor nobles, wealthy merchants, a few artists and scholars, with their ladies, all in finery suitable to the occasion. The servants showed her in with the others, favoring no one. Inside all was light and warmth; servants supplied the guests with wine and dainties as they mingled.

A few of the men approached her; she engaged in polite conversation, but displayed no interest. They soon moved off, seeking easier prey. Then she was face to face with the baron.

"Ah, there you are. Thank you for coming, my dear. More wine?"

"Not yet, thank you. And thank you for your gifts, and the invitation; one such as myself does not often have such an opportunity."

"You are more than welcome, my dear. It is my pleasure to give such to someone as beautiful and charming as yourself. Come, it is time for dinner." He took her arm and led her into the dining room.

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Dinner was excellent, of course. Paulette took her time, sampling this and that, careful not to get carried away; her digestion was unused to such rich fare. Others expressed interest in her presence, but the baron quietly deflected such questions. The conversation was witty and intelligent; she enjoyed herself thoroughly.

After dinner the guests dispersed, carrying their brandy and cigars to other rooms. She cradled her wineglass as she walked from room to room; eventually reaching the library. Lady Marie was there, reclining on a couch. "Ah, good to meet you. Baron Antoine has told me all about you." Paulette looked at her. She envied the lady slightly; her alabaster skin, her pale beauty. "Please be seated. We have much to talk about."

They conversed for some time. Lady Marie was from a wealthy family in the north; she had married the baron some years before. No children as yet. He had been born here, of course; his family had owned the land for generations.

Baron Antoine came in, closing the door behind him. "The servants are showing the other guests out. I have given them the rest of the night off; they can clean up tomorrow.' The lady nodded at that.

"Good. We can begin, then."

Paulette was puzzled. "Begin what?"

"Your education, of course. You have been asking questions, poking around. We intend to answer your questions. However, tomorrow will be better for that; you must be tired. Why don't you show her to her room, my dear?"

"But ... I must go home, to prepare for tomorrow. The shop ..."

He smiled. "I have spoken to the owner. He will employ another in your place." He took her arm, leading her away.

Paulette tried the door again; locked, of course. The bedroom was comfortable; a nightgown was laid out on the bed. But there was no window, and only the locked door allowed entry or exit. She was a prisoner. She sat on the bed, defeated.

In the morning servants attended to her; a bath, a fine dress, comfortable slippers. He smiled in approval, then took her arm and led her down to the den.

Lady Marie was already there; breakfast was laid out on the table. She dove in, famished; they ate as well, and did not interrupt her. When they had finished servants cleared the dishes away and brought tea, then left, closing the doors behind them. He rose and led her back into the library, Lady Marie following.

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Once there the baron locked the doors, then seated himself opposite Paulette; Lady Marie flowed onto her couch. "It is time your questions were answered."

"My ... questions?"

"Yes. You want know who and what we are. You know that we are not normal humans."

She shrank a bit; her eyes flitted to the door.

"Please do not try to leave; we do not wish to harm you."

She sat back, looking at them wide eyed.

Lady Marie began. "As you have surmised, we are not human. We are vampyr. No, not vampires; those are pitiful creatures, fit only for tales to frighten children. They are weak; we are powerful."

"You have heard that we can be repelled by garlic, roses, holy symbols, or other such devices. Rubbish. None of that affects us in any way. We can enter any building, even a church; there is a small chapel right here in the manor which we pray in. Running water we can cross, enter, or swim in if we wish. Mirrors show our reflection as well as yours; we are real and substantial, after all."

"A stake through the heart or a beheading will kill us, just as they would kill a normal human. We fear fire, just as you do; we burn just as readily as you. It is true that we do not go out in daylight; we are pale skinned, as you can see. We burn easily in the sun; it is painful, but not fatal. As for sleeping in consecrated earth, we could, but we find beds much more comfortable, just as you do."

"We do drink blood, yes; but that is not our only nourishment. We can eat and drink normally; you have seen us do so. We merely prefer blood to other liquids, as you prefer fine wine to water."

"It is true that we do not age. Neither are we prey to disease. Since we live much longer than normal humans we can learn much more than they; no single human is a match for one of us. Only in groups are they dangerous to us, and we keep careful watch, eliminating any who might threaten us."

"However, we have one failing. We are sterile; we cannot reproduce normally, either with our own kind or with humans. There is only one way we can replace losses or increase our numbers." They arose and walked over to her.

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The baron took her by the arm and led her over to one side. Lady Marie reached into a bookcase and twisted a hidden lever. Another case rotated out, revealing a passage. He led Paulette into it; Lady Marie followed, a lit candle in her hand. She moved another lever; the door closed behind them.

The passage led on and down, under the manor, down further, under the lowest cellar. They stopped; Lady Marie moved around, lighting other candles and setting them in sconces on the walls. She set the one she held on a table and turned to face Paulette.

"Perhaps we should secure her; she may injure herself otherwise."

"Yes, dear. We do not wish our prize to be harmed, now, do we?"

They removed her clothes, in spite of her protests and struggles, with no more trouble than she would have had undressing an infant for its bath. In the center of the room stood an ancient rack, its worn surface scarred with deep scratches; mute testimony to the agonies of former occupants. To one side stood the table with the lady's candle; it held all manner of instruments of torture.

The baron laid Paulette on the rack, securing her wrists and ankles with the manacles. "Please ... no ..."

Lady Marie smiled at her. "Relax, my dear. We will not harm you; indeed, you might find the experience quite enjoyable. Shall we?" They removed their clothing as well.

They were perfect, beautiful, exquisite. They flowed onto Paulette, caressing her body, licking her nipples, her sex. Lingering kisses; she found herself wanting more. They were skilled and worked perfectly together, bringing her to full arousal.

They leaned over her; each bit one of her breasts, lightly, just enough to draw blood. They lapped eagerly at it, like kittens with a bowl of milk. She savored every moment of it. The lady reached out and bit his member; he thrust it into her mouth and pumped away, while the lady lapped eagerly at her sex. Paulette climaxed with him, her mouth filling with blood and semen; she drank it all, desiring more.

He reached out and bit the lady's breasts, then mounted Paulette while the lady positioned her breasts by Paulette's mouth. She thrust upward, lapping at the flowing blood. The lady straddled her mouth; she licked at the lady's sex while he thrust away. All three climaxed together. They held the position; more climaxes.

They withdrew; Paulette was limp, exhausted, weak with pleasure. "Sleep well, my dear." They dressed and withdrew, snuffing the candles as they went. She sighed and lay back. In moments she was asleep.

Dreams. Strange dreams ...

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They came down the next morning to release her. Servants washed her, did her hair and face, and dressed her. Then the baron brought her down to breakfast.

Lady Marie was there. "How are you, my dear?"

"Well, thank you. And you?"

"We are well, as always. Did you enjoy yourself?"

"Indeed so. And now what becomes of me?"

"You will stay here, with us, until such time as you are ready to leave. You have a great deal to learn yet."

"How so?"

"Your body is changed, but not your mind. Not yet." The lady guided her over to a mirror.

She stood there, gazing at the figure opposite her. It was her, yet not her. The pale skin, the ethereal beauty. She had been attractive before, but now ... Yes, she was different. Their sister; their daughter. Vampyr.

Curiosity



After the incident, I endeavored to analyze the events that led up to it, concluding that I'd made four mistakes. The first was reporting a leaky water heater to building maintenance, the second forgetting the day and time, they said they would come, and my third calling in to work and reporting sick just so I could take a day off. 

I lay in bed until nine, playing with myself and generally feeling horny. Having masturbated to an unsatisfying climax the night before I made my fourth and last mistake.

The feeling had been coming over me for a long time, and I knew this day would come eventually after I received the last item I'd ordered. That was days ago, and I think I knew when I called in sick that I would actually do it. Not that I was about to rush into it. My planning, or procrastination, as the case may be, was meticulous.

For weeks now I used an 'Epilady' to remove all leg hair until they were silky smooth, also the underarms, really painful at first, now mildly irritating. With one application of 'Sally Hanson' Cream hair remover, the remainder of my body hair around my middle vanished down the drain, and having no hair at all on the rest of my body to speak of I was smooth and clean from the neck down. 

Hours of practice in front of the mirror with the make-up kit and an instruction booklet produced the desired look I wanted, until the instructions were no longer necessary.

I carefully placed all the clothes on the bed, each picked carefully for this day. The underwear was all black, except one pair of panties, black being the most exciting and erotic color that came to my mind. The camesette with attached garter strap was a virtually transparent black nylon and lace thing, lightly padded to give a nice shape to the breasts, tight and sheer, while the laces in the front allowing it to be pulled snug and tight around the body.

Two pair of panties, one a skimpy pair of black crotchless panties, sheer nylon and lace, the second pair of so called French cut, all white lace. This one was nothing more than two wide ribbons for a waistband, with a wide strip of lace going down the front, through the crotch and up the rear, flaring slightly to cover my bottom. A pair of sheer, jet black stocking with lace tops lay beside the other things, their color and silky feel arousing to the body and mind, and a short black nylon slip lay out between the underwear and the outer clothes as if dividing the two sets.

For outerwear, I'd picked a short suede mini skirt and a long sleeve, high collar; white silk blouse with peal buttons up at the back. The peal buttons gleamed softly in the overhead light, as if winking invitingly at me. To complete the outfit I'd brought a pair of black high-heels, open toed shoes with a high back and a wide ankle strap. These had large silver 'D' rings on each side of the ankle band, and just looking at them brought up imaged of bondage and seduction, making me shiver. 

The shoe were the hardest thing to get, and I had to buy three pairs through the mail order catalog before I got the right size and fit. Three other items lay on the bed that started my heart pounding just looking at them. A silver studded black leather collar and matching wrist cuffs that locked when put on and three gold chains, a long one for around my waist and two short one for each ankle.

The make-up case lay open on the dressing table, ready, beckoning; beside it nail polish, perfume, hairbrush, and spray. Everything needed was there, meticulously chosen for this day, all laid out to see at once, instead of each piece as it arrived. Most I did this though catalogs, as some of the items I was too embarrassed to go in and buy, and now they all lay there, ready, waiting for me to put on, except for two things, one as important as the other, myself and courage.

This day was a long time coming as before I'd only worn panties stocking and a bra when I 'played', but today I was going to go all the way and dress up complete no matter what the consequences. So why am I standing here looking at all these sexy clothes and trying to work up the courage to put them on? Curiosity I suppose, it had gotten me into trouble ever since I could remember. Why now? That I couldn't say for sure. I rented a couple of bondage crossdressing videos a few months ago and I couldn't get the images out of my mind. I even managed to buy a great Bondage and Domination tape, a few months back watching it over and over again until I couldn't stop thinking about it.

For years, my mild curiosity about sexy or erotic lingerie had turned into a passion. Rejecting all other types of underwear out of hand. The other kind looked and felt terrible, being about a sexy to a man as cold porridge and about as exciting as kissing your dead grandmother. But as I said, today was a long time coming, first because I was living at home, and second because my mother would have gone wild had she seen me wearing anything but 'normal' underwear. 

However, I knew that as soon as I was on my own I would buy and wear the sexiest lingerie that I could find. The feel of the material they used in them was fantastic, so soft, so erotic to look at, even the colors of girl's panties was so different from the plane white or solid colors of men's underwear. Slowly in an unending chain, I forged the links that let me to this point. From convincing my mother that I wanted to live by myself, to finding a nice quiet apartment in another part of the city where no one knew me, then to stop getting my hair cut to the point I had to wear it in a ponytail to work. So all I needed now was the courage to start.

Sex isn't really taught in school, not real sex, you learn that at first partly by a sort of osmosis from locker room dirty talk, finding out things like, ...men do something to big girls, and women, they 'fucked ' them... but had very little idea what that was. One of the problems with dirty talk was that none of us had ever done 'it' and really had no idea of what 'it' was or how you do 'it'. The picture of one finger moving back and forth between a circle made of a thumb and forefinger doesn't really tell you a lot.

Thinking about the way big girls dressed is what started me thinking what it must be like to dress the same way and why it looked and felt so sexy. I knew my mother kept her underwear and other sexy clothes in one special drew in her closet, equating the wearing of sexy underwear as a prelude to sex itself. Steadily, my curiosity got the better of me that draw pulling me like a magnet, first a look, then a touch, until one day when she and my father were at work I decided to see for myself what was in there. I didn't just go in there and grab them.

My mother, being a careful person always folded her things up before putting them away, so the first thing I did was to open the drew and see how they were arranged, knowing I must return them the same way or she would instantly know I'd been in there. One by one, I took them out and laid them on the bed, noting the way they were folded. At first I was not very impressed, plain cotton one not much different from the ones I was wearing, but as I worked my way down into the draw I started coming up with thin nylon ones in different colors, some blue, some yellow and a few pink and red. Then I hit pay dirt. Lacy black, sheer transparent, in mainly white and black, some no more than a small triangle of cloth in the front and back, all spotlessly clean and faintly smelling of some perfume or another. A tingle of excitement ran through me, thinking what it was like to wear them and what it would look like wearing them. 

I knew I dare not take any, knowing my mother would miss them instantly, parents have a sixth sense when it comes to things like that, and being an only child I knew she would know it was me that took them.

Somewhat half-hearted I started putting them back in the same order, finding as I did that the draw seemed to be a bit stuck. Looking in under the shelf something caught my eye, something black that seemed to be jammed between the top part at the back of the draw and the next one up. Carefully working the draw out and placing it on the floor I looked in. There was another pair of panties in the back, black and lacy. Heart pounding I reached in and took them out. Holding them up for examination. 

At first, I felt disappointment, sheer black nylon and black lace met my gaze, but they were torn. Shaking the dust off, I laid them on the bed, replacing everything else just as I found them. Sitting on the bed I looked at the pair I'd found again, examining them closely. It was not that they were torn as I first thought, as, upon closer examination, I could see no rips or torn cloth, just neat sewing around each edge, but they had too many holes. I kept turning them around and around, trying to make sense of them. One part was obviously the waist because there was the tag, and that always goes at the back. Suddenly I had an idea.

Quickly checking the room for any evidence of my presents, finding were none, and closing the draw and closet I retreated to my room with the prize, excitement starting to rise. Quickly undressing I held them up one more time. The label told me which was the back and inside, and holding the waist band open placed first one leg then the other through the first and second opening and slowly pulled them up. The waistband came up over my hips and I settled it into pace around my waist, my excitement rising. The panties had been designed that way, without a crotch, the thought shocked and excited me, thinking of the possibilities, but then I heard the front door open and knew my mother was home. 

In a panic, I pulled them off and dressed as quickly as possible, looking desperately for a place to hide them, at last picking on a sneaker. It would be the last place my mother would ever look.

That night I played with myself, visions of girls in panties like those flashing through my mind, this must be what they wore to have sex, or did they wear it to get sex? I wasn't sure and couldn't really fill in the details. Were their chests like mine, except with bumps? Did it hurt when they grew, or if you touched them? Maybe that's why they wore a bra, to protect them. I'd only seem a few girls with flat chest, and never having seen a girl nude I had no real idea what they looked like. I also had no idea of what a man actually did to a girl to 'fuck' her. Ignorance is bliss, so they say, but to me it was more frustrating not knowing.

At sixteen I got to saw my porno movie, not that I was supposed to, my father having brought it and locked it in his desk, the trouble was I knew of a second key that fitted the lock. He made the mistake of telling me to take the trash out. Dumping it in the trash can, my eye caught the colorful artwork on the cover of the box, and it wasn't long before I was gazing hungrily at the front cover in the security of my room. Thirty minutes after they were out of the house one evening, and giving them time to arrive at their friend house for dinner. I unlocked the draw and soon had the tape in the machine.

At sixteen I had a pretty fair idea what went on between boy and girl, having done a little of it myself, now hopefully I was going to see it all and complete my education. To tell you the truth I was shocked at some of the things they were doing, unbelievable. I saw girls and boys similar in age to me, some half undressed in the most exciting underwear it was possible to imagine, just looking at them sent chills through me. There were scenes of men undressing and touching girls all over without them complaining. In one scene, a man played with a woman's pussy. I watched in fascination as the camera moved in close and I got my first real look at a girl's cunt. 

I saw a hand opening it, the middle finger of another hand gradually slip inside with a pumping motion. I couldn't believe it, the hand gently stroking up and down between the lips sent uncontrollable shivers through me and I could feel I was close to cumming. Then the scene changed and I saw something I would have thought impossible until then. A man stood in a bedroom, telling a young girl how bad she'd been and that he was going to have to punish her.

Taking her dress off I saw she was wearing stocking and a garter belt, seeing the panties were black lace, as was the bra. She wore a gold chain around her waist and ankles, and I learned later that they were called slave chain. I can image why. The girl must have been eighteen to nineteen, with make-up on that my mother would have said the only whore would wear. She stood there a few moments while the man walked over and came back with a chair, which he placed in the middle of the floor. The image of her standing there and the way she was dressed stayed with me a long time, and even today I can remember it in details, only having added a few more here and there over the years.

He pulled her across his knee, telling her what a naughty girl she had been and that she must be spanked as punishment. She begged not to be and I was glad that the man didn't listen, I wanted to see her get spanked, hoping it would be on her bare bottom, the same way I got spanked by my father a few times. Pulling her panties down, he exposing her bottom and began to spank her, first with his hand, then with a wooden hairbrush, her bottom jumping every time it landed, she cried and cried but he didn't stop until her bottom was completely red. Next, he stood her up, asking what she was going to do to say she was sorry. The answer was anything he wanted. The man then took his trousers off, then his underpants, telling the girl to kneel down and to suck him off. She did with no argument at all and I finally saw someone getting a 'blow job' for the first time. The scene changed just after that, now the girl had gone to the bed, kneeling down on elbows and knees, her legs spread apart. The man climbed on to the bed behind her, stroking her bottom, saying that now she would get the rest of her punishment. He talked while he did this, and for the first time I really took notice of what they were saying.

"You been a bad girl haven't you." He said stroking of her bottom, transferring his hand between her legs. "You been a bad little bitch and you needed to be spanked, don't you?"

"No...Yes." The girl said, and I heard a note of desperation in her voice as if wanting it to be over. 

He roughly jerked her panties down and I got my last shock. It wasn't a girl at all, it was a... I didn't know the name then, a girlyboy was the best I could come up with. Reaching down between his legs, he placed the tip of his big tool between the lips of 'her' pussy, continued to stroke 'her' bottom as he did, the girlyboy starting to pant, then moan and he started spanking her again, hard slaps to 'her' red bottom.

I had been spanked before by my father, quite a few times, but nothing like this. When my father spanked me, it hurt. On screen the man had the head of his big cock inside 'her' and she squealed, but he didn't stop.

"That's it pantyboy, let me hear you squeal!" He moaned pushing harder. 'She' did, moaning and begging him to stop, but he didn't.

"Oh yeah, just what the crossdressing little faggot bitch needs, a hard cock inside her." He moaned out loud. I almost came myself at that point.

In moments, he had his big tool all the way inside and was now fucking and spanking 'her' as he did. I couldn't help myself. I played with stiff cock and spanking my own bottom at the same time. The harder he spanked her in the movie the more excited I became and the more I spanked myself. Each slap felt and sounded like the hardest spank I had ever had, it was painful yet not painful at the same time, I wanted it to go on and on, but it couldn't and in the end I came, the last painful slap sending me over the edge. Almost the moment it was over, I stopped the tape, rewinding it and put it back in the draw. Part of it I think was fear of what my father might do if he found out I'd watched it. Now I was in the scary position of dressing like the girlyboy in the video.

It took a while, but in the end, I told myself that I would dress up and stay indoors. If all the curtains were closed, no one could see me, or suspect what I was doing. Later I could change back. The decision made I didn't rush, wanting to experience each moment to the fullest. 

I showered, shampooed my hair slowly over and over again, the scent of the herbal shampoo filling the bathroom with its fragrance. That done the conditioner went on, twice taking time to wash again with the scented soap to allow the condition to do its work. That done I rinsed, dried, and used a female antiperspirant under the arms and between my legs. Time seemed to fly as I blow-dried my hair and between the dryer and a hairbrush had my naturally wavy hair flowing down around my shoulders. Already the feeling of excited was beginning to grow, but held it in check, knowing that if I didn't I would rush and spoil it, but finger and toe nails were soon trimmed, buffed and painted, the color, bright red. The make-up went on easy, the hours of practice paying off. 

I found that by paying strict attention on each detail, eyebrows, eyelashes, eye shadow, eyeliner, and so forth my attention did not take in the overall effect, not wanting to see it until completely dressed.

With the make-up done, holding off the inevitability of getting dressed couldn't be held off any longer, and standing there looking at the clothes my heart began to pound, air passing in and out in of my lungs in long trembling breaths, even my legs started to shake as I picked up the first item. The long gold chain felt ice cold against my warm skin, but it soon warmed as it lay around my waist on my hips. The shameful crotchless black panties slid up my legs without a hint of a snag, thanks to the 'Epilady', and I pulled them up over my hips and settling them in place, feeling wicked. They were snug but not tight, the nylon and lace contrasting with the white skin beneath. My arms went through thin shoulder straps of the camesette, feeling it slithering down my body in a way that sent electric tingles down my spine. I smoothed it into place around my hips with trembling fingers, my mind whirling with pleasure as I draw the laces tight, then tighter, and tighter still, until the two side almost came together, pulling my waist in and emphasizing my hips. The nylon stocking were the real test of the effectiveness of the 'Epilady', the silky smooth nylon feeling hot and cold at the same time, didn't snag at all as I slowly worked them legs, feeling them tighten as they coved my thighs, close and comfortable, as if it was the most natural thing in the world to wear them.

One by one the straps were hooked to the tops of the stockings and adjusted until it felt as if the camesette and the socking were one garment. It felt odd to wear panties, yet not wear them, the missing piece in the crotchless panties, giving me an insecure, vulnerable feeling. It went away as soon as the French cut panties were on and tied in place. The trouble was I was started to get an erection.

That spoiled the look of the panties, so I used a glass of ice-cold water and counting numbers in the kitchen until it went down. Then I was able to smooth the panties into place around my bottom, waist, and crotch without my hands shaking too much. The black nylon slip didn't help matter, the material sending shivers over my body as I slipped it on. It took me a while and some odd contortions to get all the button on the back of the silk blouse done up, but at last I did it. The mini skirt had to be wiggled into so as not to damage the zipper, finding it was easier to zip it up in front then turn the skirt around than to try and zip it up at the back. Carefully tucking the blouse in I reached up under the skirt to pull it down, puffing it out slightly at the waist. The six remained items on the bed took additional courage to put on the first time. Taking the easiest one first, the two gold chains were placed around each ankle, gleaming softly in the light, their meaning clear. Undoing each cuff I looked at the last items, until finally my trembling fingers closed the leather cuffs around each wrist, hearing the lock click shut as I did.




Curiosity



Quickly I re-buttoned the blouse cuffs, panting slightly as I picked up the leather collar. Could I do it? I wondered. Every Thursday I mailed the keys to the collar and cuffs in the hope I'd have to courage to go through with it this weekend. This was Friday, and the keys wouldn't arrive until ten o 'clock on Monday. Which meant the collar and cuff would stay on until then, like it or not. The cuffs I could hide, but not the collar. I hesitated a moment with my eyes shut, working up the nerve, or courage to do it.

Taking a shake breathe I quickly placed the collar around my throat and snapped the lock shut before I could change my mind. It was done and I let out my breath in one long shuddering sigh. I was committed to staying like this the whole weekend now. I calmed myself with a drink of cold water before stepping into my high-heeled shoes and bucked the strap around each ankle. I stood, and for better or worse, I was dressed.

Brushing my hair one last time I walked into the bedroom and stood in front of the full-length mirror on the closet door, again shutting my eyes for the last few steps, not wanting to see myself until I was ready, thinking that it was still possible to change my mind, of course, it wasn't. Curiosity got the better of me and I opened my eyes.

At first, it felt as if someone had hit me in the stomach and give me an electric shock at the same time, involuntary taking a step back. Whoever stood there looking back, it wasn't me. Even close, up it wasn't me. All I saw was a young woman, dressed the way a young women should be dressed, well how she should be dressed if she were a bit of a slut. I had to admit it, even to myself, with the way I was dressed, it was a sure invitation to someone to come and fuck me. But isn't that what I wanted? I shivered at the thought. The black slip showed plainly through the white blouse, the deep vee in front and invitation to feel.

I spent a glorious three hours in an orgy of self-pleasure, between looking at myself in various stages of undress and re-watching my B & D tape I was in a perpetual state of excitement yet refused to stop by cumming, wanting this feeling to go on as long as possible. In the end, I had to stop, and lay down on the couch to take a rest. What I hadn't expected was to fall asleep only to wake up wanting more but unable to think what except using my vibrator and dildo, but that would have to wait until late as I found I was hungry. One look in the mirror told me I needed to repair my lipstick. I did, seeing myself in the mirror again I smiled to myself, thinking that I looked like a cross between a tramp and a schoolgirl, but either way I definitely missed demure by a mile, ended up on the total slut side of the makeup chart.

Walking to the kitchen, I put the coffee on to perk, then walked around the apartment tidying up while I waited. Feeling nice and happy, knowing that this was going to be one of those extra special weekends. The smell of fresh-perked coffee draw me back to the kitchen and I grabbed a mug and poured coffee. To my dismay, I found the sugar bowl empty, chiding myself for forgetting to buy some at the store last night.

That spoiled my mood for a moment but then I remembered that I had a small emergency supply of sugar packets stashed at the back of the cupboard over the refrigerator. Grabbing a chair, I hiked my skirt up and leaned over the refrigerator to dig into the cupboard. Standing on a kitchen chair with my head and shoulders deep in the cupboard searching for the sugar was when it happened. Pulling back, I listened, had I heard something. Then I did. The sound of the front door closing as someone walked in.

Then it dawned on me, panic hit me in the stomach like a baseball bat, but all I could do was stand there like a stupid idiot. Last week I'd given building maintenance permission to come into my apartment to fix the leaky water heater, and today was the day they said they would be here. All I could do was stand there on the chair, frozen in place, wondering what on earth I was going to do now. At first he didn't see me, coming in and closing the door. 

There was no way I could run, he'd see me for sure if I dashed to the bedroom, or the bathroom. I prayed he'd go to the bathroom where the water heater was, that way at least I'd have a minute to think. He didn't, he came straight to the kitchen. Extracting myself from the cupboard I felt my heart sinking through the floor, wondering what would happen next.

"Hi. I'm Bill." He walked straight into the kitchen, all muscles, white tee shirt, blue jeans, and tool belt. What girls refer to as a hunk. "The building super sent me up to fix the leak in your water heater." The way he looked me up and down told me he liked what he saw. 

He was taller than me by three inches with a dark rugged face and wide mouth and a shadow of a beard. Being two steps short of complete panic I had no idea what to say. I settled for one word.

"Hi." It was lame, and it came out sounding funny. He looked me over again, slowly this time, half-leaning against the kitchen counter.

"Can I get a cup of coffee?" He asked, insolent eyes moving up and down my legs, a knowing look on his face.

"Yes... Yes... I suppose so." I stuttered, and started to get down from the chair. I had no idea of what to say, or what to do, or get down off the chair without showing him a lot of stocking covered thigh and panties.

"Here," he said, walking over. "Let me help you down."

That was the last thing I wanted, but before I could say anything he walked over and put his large hands around my waist. His strong hands slid up my body as he lowered me to the ground.

"You should be careful Miss. It's easy to have an accident like that." He was so close I could smell his after-shave and man smell.

I couldn't look him in the face, my eyes automatically lowering before his gaze. I wish I hadn't looked down. Whatever he'd seen was starting to give him a hard on, as the bulge in his pants testified. Petrified, I went through the motions and poured him a cup of coffee, my hands shaking so bad that I could hardly pour the coffee. I heard myself ask him if he wanted cream and sugar.

"No. What I really want is you."

"What?" I stammered. Not believing I'd heard him correctly.

"What I really want is to fuck you." He murmured, coming up behind me.

"But... I... you...." I stammered, unable to think of one coherent thing to say. He walked over and slid his arms around my waist, pulling me back against his hard chest.

"Please don't!" I begged. "I can't.."

"Why not. You want it, I can tell." He thrust his bulging cock against my bottom. Hard and demanding.

"I... I.... I don't." Desperately I looked for a way out. Anything, something, but there wasn't any.

"You're a lying little bitch aren't you." He growled, low in his throat. "Dressed up like a cheap fucking whore!" Grabbing my hair he pulled my head back and kissed me full on the mouth. At the same time he turned me around and pulled me to him, again thrusting his cock against my groin.

At this point I thought of screaming, then dismissed it. That wouldn't help, it would only make matters worse. Now his hands were all over my body, squeezing my bottom, and rubbing the outside of my thighs. On the verge of tears I finally managed to pull back from his lips.

"Please don't. Please stop."

"Why? You know you want to be fucked, so why fight it."

"I'll scream if you don't stop!" It was a stupid thing to say. I tried to look him in the face again, but couldn't. I can't say that I blamed him, dressed the way I was I could see where I'd get the idea I wanted to be fucked. In one way it did, but by my imaginary lover, not him.

"So go ahead and scream." His voice was totally insolent, daring me. I couldn't. No matter how much I told myself I should, I couldn't do it. 

"So why don't you go ahead and scream." He said taking a step back.

"I can't."

"Why not."

"Because."

"I know why." He grinned.

"What?"

"Do I have to explain?"

"I don't know what you mean."

"Yes you do. You can either go ahead and scream, and live with the consequences, or you can take the fucking skirt and blouse off right now."

"But..."

"Look. Let's stop playing around. This isn't the first time I've been to this apartment. I've also seen a few of the video tapes." 

I went bright red and felt like dying at that moment. He knew. I don't know how, but he knew. If he'd been here before, he'd probably gone through my things. The taped I'd made of myself dressed would have told him the rest.

"Either scream or do what you are told, bitch!"

I didn't need to be told what the consequences would be if I screamed. Someone would come and investigate and it would all be over. Having to move would be the least of it. Slowly I reached up and unbuttoned my blouse. Sliding it off my shoulders and letting it fall to the floor. Next I undid the skirt and let it drop. There was no way I could look him in the face. I found out later it was one of the things that drove him crazy. As I did, he undid his tool belt and put it on the counter.

"Bedroom." He said. 

Not having to explain what he meant. He followed me as I slowly walked though the apartment and into the bedroom, cursing and shivering at the slight metallic sound the wrist cuffs made as I walked, wishing now that I hadn't locked them on. Coming in behind me, he closed and locked the door, loud to my hyper sensitive ears.

"We don't want to be disturbed now do we." I could only shake my head in answer.

"Now we can get down to some good fucking and sucking without interruption." That made me look up. Shaking my head.

"No. Please no!"

"Get your ass over here and down on your fucking knees, bitch." He said unzipping his pants and taking them off. Next the tee shirt, exposing his hairy chest. He obviously exercised a lot and probably lifted weights by the way he was built. 

"That's where a girlyboy cunt like you belongs, on her... his knees." He laughed, but there was no humor in it. I could only stand there and shake my head, my mind a total blank.

"So you want it the hard way, do you. That's all right with me, I like it that way." Walking over he grabbed my arm, and sitting down on the edge of the bed proceeded to haul me across his lap.

'Oh my God! He's going to spank me' I thought, and he did.

With one strong arm holding my arms twisted behind my back to hold me in place he began to spank my bottom, first one cheek, then the other. I started struggling then, begging him to stop. I put my other hand back to try and protect my bottom, but he grabbed it and twisted it up behind me back as well, taking time to hook the wrist cuffs together. Now I was completely at his mercy, not that he had any as for two minuets he kept it up, one cheek, then the other. By that time my bottom was burning, hot shameful tears running down my face, but I hadn't screamed. I was now torn between two opposites, to run and hide somewhere, the other to give in. The burning pain in my bottom convinced me of which way to go.

"Please stop. I'll do whatever you want." I sobbed at last and he stopped.

"You going to give me any more shit?"

"No." I sobbed.

"All right them, get down on your fucking knee where you belong and start on this." Pushing me to the floor he stood and pulled his underpants down. His rock hard cock stood straight out from a mat of dark brown hair.

Without ceremony he grabbed my hair, forcing my jaw open and slid his cock between my lips. I'd never sucked cock before and had no idea what to do. Pulling his cock out, he slapped my across the face.

"I said suck it, bitch, suck it hard!"

Then he told me. Step by step, instructing me in the finer points of cock sucking, slowly forcing it deeper and deeper into my mouth. There was no way I could take all nine inches of his cock, or so I thought.

"You going to need some training, but I'm sure that in a few weeks you'll be able to take all of it. For a beginner you're doing a good job. Just keep sucking like that, it feels good." Suddenly I knew he meant to make me his sex slave. Seeing the terrifying prospect of spending my spare time on my hands and knees servicing this man's sexual appetite. I jerked back, appalled at the idea.

"NO! Please. Don't," I begged.

"Don't? Don't what? Fuck your mouth anymore?" He said, laughing. "All right then. I'll fuck your ass." It wasn't what I meant, but he didn't care. With that he grabbed my arms, and with a little additional pressure turned me round and forced my head to the floor.

"Stay there bitch or I'll spank you again." Just for luck he spanked me four times, two on each cheek. I yelled and tried to pull away. "You do that again and I'll tie you up and beat you with my belt." He jerked my slip up out of the way and forced my legs open.

"No. No. No. Please stop."

"No way bitch. I'm going to fuck you." With that he got down behind me, fondling my bottom, running his hands between my legs.

"Spread your legs.' He forced my arm up higher. "Wide open!" I couldn't do anything else but obey him, slowly opening my legs as far as they'd go.

"That's nice. Very nice." Gently, he pulled the end of the ribbon, undoing each carefully tied bow. I felt my panties drop, my last line of defense falling away.

"Now that is very nice, very nice indeed."

From the corner of my eye I could see what he was looking at, and suddenly I felt ashamed. My panty-clad bottom was high in the air, the crotchless panties forming a beautiful Vee shape around the crack of my bottom. I cursed myself for hours afterwards for leaving that large jar of Vaseline on the dresser, the one I used to lube my dildo. Afterwards admitting that if I hadn't the experience might have been a lot more painful than it was. His greased thumb did the honor of lubricating my ass, feeling it pop in and out as he loaded it up, but the moment his cock touched my ring I tried to get away. He was ready for that, grabbing me by the hips to hold me in place while he rammed the head in. With a blinding stab of pain he took my virginity. He quickly drove it in to the hilt and I felt the hair at the base of his cock rubbing against my sore bottom.

"Oh God no!!!!" I groaned, gasping in pain, bright flashes of humiliation stabbing through me. How many times I'd played with myself thinking of just something like this, and now it was happening.

"Damn! You're nice tight bitch. Just the way I like it. Now you're going to get the fucking you've been asking for." He fucked me then, driving his cock in and out with long powerful strokes.

"Holy shit! This is almost perfect. Just push your ass back and forth a little honey." He ordered. I couldn't, I was paralyzed. Shame, humiliation, and pain froze me into position. I prayed that it would be over soon and he would go, but he wasn't finished yet.

"Damn it bitch move!" He yelled, starting to spank me again. I held out as long as I could, finally giving in when it dawned on me that he liked to spank. In desperation and drove my bottom back and forth, timing it so I was going in the opposite direction to him.

"Hot damn! Now the little fag bitch is getting it." That was my last mistake. The more I moved the more my ass relaxed. Then my body betrayed me. It started to feel good, very good, even better than my dildo.

I couldn't stop myself. Suddenly I found myself driving my bottom back and forth on his great big beautiful cock and liking it. Sobbing and crying in shame at how easy he'd turned me into a cock sucking bitchboy. I heard myself groaned with pleasure as he ran his hands between my legs, wanting more.

"Now the cock sucking little whore likes it, don't you?"

"No. No... Yes. Yesssss." I wailed.

"You want me to spank you?"

"Oh fuck... yes... yes! Please spank me, spank me hard. I've been a bad girl and I need to be punished." I gasped, remembering the girlyboy from the video.

"That's right, now the crossdressing little sissy cunt wants spanking and butt fucking now, doesn't she?" He panted.

"Yesssss." I moaned in shame. I did.

And he did. First one side, them the other, each time harder than the last. It felt as good as I remembered when I'd spanked myself watching the porno movie so lon ago, so good I didn't want it to stop. After what seemed like an eternity I felt him stiffen, ramming his cock all the way in, holding my hips in his strong hand while he shot his load of hot cum deep inside me, feeling a wave of shame wash over me. His cock pulse as each jet of cream shot into me and I shuddered in pleasure. After that, he held it there, sighing with contentment, before unhooking the cuffs before pulling his cock out and flopping down on my bed. I knelt there, hot tears running down my face, my butt sore from the fucking, and yet felling contented, a part of the feeling of shame and humiliation.

"Put your little whore panties back on and go get me a cup of coffee, cream, and sugar bitch." Slowly I climbed to my feet, sobbing softly to myself as I saw him wipe his cock on my clean sheets.

The rotten bastard had raped me, and I'd let him. I didn't know what else to do, so I went to the kitchen and made him a cup of coffee, feeling his cum running down the inside of my leg as I brought it back to him. He lay there on the bed, smoking a cigarette and grinning as I walked in. "That's a good little whore. You do what I tell you and we'll get on great." He took the coffee, sipping it slowly. "Guess that was the first time you were butt fucked, huh?" He asked, giving me a nasty grin as I nodded.

"Thought so, but you'll get use to it. Now get the slip off, I want to see your slutty underwear." 

Taking it off, I stood by the window, feeling sorry for myself, wondering what to do. It felt humiliating standing there in my underwear, knowing he was looking at me. He finished the coffee, and dropped the butt end into the cup, then stood up and walked over to me.

"I'm surprised, a good looking little cunt like you should be well fucked by now." I shivered as he ran his hand over my sore bottom, blushing as I remembered telling him to spank me. His hand traveled round to the front, squeezing my tits.

"Need to get you some bigger tits for me to play with."

"What?" I froze when he said that.

"Got to get you on them bitch hormones I hear tell about and grow you some real titties for me to play with."

"But I don't..."

"I don't give a shit what you want, cunt, you'll do as I tell you, or else."

"Or else?"

"Yeah, I have me some of those tapes you like to make, I'm sure your boss and your parents would love to see what a cock sucking little faggot pervert you really are."

"Oh God no! Please, don't do that."

"Yeah, a cock sucking little pervert that love to fuck herself with a big black dildo."

"Oh God!"

"Guess you'd like a great big black cock rammed into your ass, wouldn't you, or down your throat."

"No, please."

"Got a friend here that would love to fuck a nice little white fuck toy like you." I just shook my head, unable to speak. "He's hung like a horse and would love to get those pretty pink lips of yours wrapped around the shaft as you deep throat his big black cock." As he spoke his cock got hard, and he started rubbing it against my ass, then slipped it between my legs. Grabbing my by the back of the neck, he forced my head down, then pulled my panties down.

His cock slid between the cheeks of my ass, still slick from the Vaseline and his cum. He positioned it at the entrance, and with a quick hard thrust rammed the head inside.

"Oh god, no... Please!!!" I almost screamed, but the pain wasn't so bad this time.

"Oh god yes!!" He muttered, ramming it inside me as hard as he could.

I groaned and held onto the window ledge, seeing two people walk passed in the parking lot below. What if they looking up and saw me like this? They'd know, they see me dressed like a whore. I sobbed as he grabbed my hips and began fucking me again. Hard brutal thrust, ramming it in all the way to the hilt each time.




Curiosity



"Oh yeah! What a filthy little cunt you are!" He panted. "Need to get your ass out onto the street where you belong, bitch."

"Please, no!"

"Shut the fuck up, cunt... need to train you right first, then pimp you out." The thought was appalling, would he dare do that to me? 

I sobbed as he started spanking me again. It felt so good, his cock ramming into me made me shiver, hearing him grunt and moan in pleasure. I hated it and loved it at the same time, a real cock feeling so much better than a dildo. I couldn't help myself and started pushing back, wiggling my butt and acting like a cock-starved slut.

"Oh yes, the little cunt mouth whore likes it now." Without warning he stopped and jerked his cock out, grabbing my hair and turned me round. The next second I was on my knees and he was thrusting his cock into my mouth.

"That's it, open wide," he growled, "let me see those pretty pink lips wrapped around my dick."

This time he didn't stop, but held onto my head tight and began fucking my mouth. Even when it hit the back of my throat and I gagged he didn't stop. 

"Oh yes! Let's get all of it in this time."

I whined, and sobbed, tears running down my face. My hands beating on his thighs as I tried to push him away, but it was no use. He gradually fucked his way into my mouth and down my throat until he had all eight inches inside. I squealed around his cock, gagging and coughing each time he pulled back, feeling it slide back and forth between my pink lips, the hair at the base of his cock tickling my nose each time he drove it all the way into my mouth.

"Oh yes! The little bitch whore had a face full of man meat now, just like she should!" His hips started backing back and forth, driving his hard cock all the way in and out.

"Yeah, this is all you are good for, servicing a real man's cock, you worthless little cum sucking bitch." 

Saying that he rammed his cock all the way in and held it there, shooting hot cum down my throat. I felt his cock swell, the head filling my throat as cum shot out, thinking he was going to choke me. He was right, that's what I was now. A cock sucking, cum drinking little faggot. A cross dressing sissy bitch fairy. I was dressed like a whore, and being used like one.

He left me lying on the floor, spent, feeling ashamed yet not totally. I realized that the shame wasn't because of what he'd done, only partly, the shame was because I'd enjoyed it. My mouth tasted of his cock and cum, my butt sore from the spanking and fucking, but it felt wonderful shameful. He dressed then, humming to himself as he buckled his tool belt around his waist. I hear him say something about needing some parts for the heater and that he'd be back tonight to fix it. Then, just before he closed the door I heard him say.

"And you had better be dressed and ready faggot. Or else!"

An hour later, after a hot shower, I lay down to take a nap and hide under the covers to escape, even if it was only for a little while, but as I did the phone rang.

"Yes."

"Hi. This is the building maintenance supervisor. My man tells me that your heater is going to take a lot of fixing."

"Oh. I see." He didn't know the half of it.

"He told me that he'd made arrangements with you for him to come by late afternoons to do the work. Is that all right?"

"I... I... I suppose so." I stammered.

I had visions of myself kneeling on the floor by the front door waiting for him. Dressed like a whore and just begging to be fucked. He would take me any way he wanted, spanking me or beating me with his belt as he pleased. I knew I was going to do it no matter what. The feeling of his cock ramming in and out of me was irresistible. Even now I wanted him to come back. Wanting to feel his wonderful cock between my pink lips as I sucked his cock, to feel him put me across his knee, pull down my panties and spank me like a bad girl. Most of all I wanted him to force me kneel down like a little cross-dressing sissy faggot whore, make me put my ass it in air and...

"Are you still there?"

"Yes. Yes I am."

"Is it all right with you then?"

"Yes. Yes it is. There's a few more things in this apartment that need fixing." I almost giggled as I said it. "I hope that's alright with you."

"No problem. "I'm sure our man can take care of you. Have a nice day." He hung up.

"Oh yes, I'm sure your man can take care of me, willing or unwilling." I muttered to a dead phone.

THE END



Curiosity



We sat side-by-side on his couch wearing only our gym shorts. Without air conditioning his apartment was uncomfortably hot and it made sense when he said we'd be cooler if we took off our shirts.

I wasn't naïve, I knew he was trying to seduce me but I figured I'd put a stop to it once I felt it had gone too far. Besides, ever since we met he showered me with praise and attention and I liked it.

He put his arm around me and stroked my shoulders. He had a soft touch and his hand had a soothing effect on me. When he began caressing my breasts and pinching my nipples I felt my penis begin to respond, and wondered if it was time to stop him.

Then he began stroking the flesh on my thighs and my penis became fully erect.

"Ah, Tim...I don't think we should go any further...." I said softly, and reluctantly.

His hand never stopped moving. He ran it under the wide leg band of my shorts all the way up to my bikini briefs. He furtively squeezed my cock through my briefs then removed his hand from me altogether.

Suddenly, he took hold of my hand and guided it to his crotch and pressed it against his erection. He held it there; I felt incredible heat coming from his groin. My breath caught in my throat. His cock was definitely longer than mine, and thicker, too.

"Johnny," he whispered in my ear. "Play with it for me...do for me what you did for that stranger you told me about."

The night before, Tim had taken me to a bar and bought me shots of tequila. We had a great time but I lost count of how many shots we'd had. Then we got to talking personal stuff and he asked me if I'd ever had sex with a guy before. That's when I broke down and told him about my one and only gay experience.

I said about a year ago I became curious and after the bars closed, I went to a park where guys went to meet other guys, if you know what I mean.

Well, I met someone and we went to his apartment. After a glass of wine and a few tokes from a joint, he got me out of my clothes and had me kneeling on the end of his bed. I knew what he wanted to do and I didn't stop him.

I felt him pour oil between my asscheeks and his fingers gently worked it into my flesh. When his oily finger pressed against my anus I started, but said nothing, and he pushed it further inside me. His wet finger felt pretty good inside my rectum.

I held my breath when I felt him press his cockhead against me. He slowly pushed it past my sphincter and had about two inches of his hard cock inside me when I asked him to stop.

"I can't do this," I said. "It's too big—I can't take it." There wasn't any pain, just a feeling of pressure, of being incredibly full.

He pulled out of me and swore, "Why the fuck did you come here if you weren't going to go through with it?"

That was a good question, I thought. Why did I do this?

He was angry as he collapsed on the sofa and wrapped a towel around his still-hard prick.

"Are you going to leave me like this?" he asked incredulously, looking down at the bulge in the towell. "You could at least give me a handjob."

I had to admit he was right. I didn't want to be a prick-tease and leave him in that condition so I sat next to him, and with the towel still draped around his cock, I stroked his cock until he came in the towel.

I think about that night quite a bit: I would have masturbated him without the towel, if he'd wanted me to, and, well, if he had been more aggressive and had told me to take his cock in my mouth--I think I would have done that, too.

"I'll make it easier for you," Tim said then leaned over and turned off the lamp. 

In total darkness, Tim put his arm around me and pulled me close to him. I felt his hot breath in my ear then his tongue. My body jerked as he tongued my ear. Then his hand gripped my hard prick through my shorts.

"I know you love this," he said.

He shifted on the sofa; I felt his weight lift then settle again. It sounded like he'd removed his shorts. Then his impatient hands hooked into the waistband of my shorts and briefs and he tugged them down. I lifted my hips to help him.

Our naked thighs were now touching and I groaned out loud when he wrapped his fingers around my shaft.

He took my hand in his and pressed it to his cock.

"Just do what I do," he whispered in my ear.

I held his cock and began a slow stroking motion like his hand was doing to me. It felt wonderful; not only his hand on my prick, but my hand on his, as well. It had been a long, long time since someone besides me touched my cock.

He kissed my cheek then turned my head and we pressed our lips together. His lips were soft and warm. I liked kissing him. We were both good kissers.

His open hand caressed my balls then traveled upward over the length of my cock. I did the same for him. I loved his smooth, soft warmth.

When he took hold of my shaft and began pumping it in earnest—I did the same for him.

Soon, we gave off constant moans of pleasure; our kissing became more frantic, our tongues searched deeply into each others' mouths.

My head was floating in the clouds as I stroked his stiff cock. 

Suddenly, his hand moved faster and I followed his lead. We grunted and groaned then cried out in unison when our balls erupted and cum flowed out of our cocks. Our thighs and hands were soaked with semen.

I had lost my breath—it was one of the most fantastic orgasms I'd ever experienced, and it was only a handjob. I began to think that moving to this town may have been the best decision I ever made.

Tim turned on the lamp and we surveyed the mess we made. Thick pools of cum coated our thighs.

"C'mon," he said, taking me by the hand. "Let's go clean up."

On the way to his bathroom I finally felt free. Moving a thousand miles from my home town was the right thing to do. I'd only been here a couple weeks and already I had friendly new co-workers and I met Tim, my neighbor, who as it turned out, is gay. 

My family and friends back home were perplexed and distressed that I wanted to leave there.

"Why are you going way down there? You don't know anyone there!" they all said.

BINGO! I don't know anyone here! I was finally free to explore and maybe discover who I really am with no fears that everyone I knew may not approve. I wanted to live life on my terms—not theirs.

The only obstacle in my way now was my own mind. If I was unhappy with who I was, now was the time to experiment and be open to new ideas. I had to fight my fears and prejudices and force myself to try new things. 

And sex was a major area of concern for me. I'd been with a few girls, but it never seemed right or comfortable. I was curious what it would be like to be with another guy, but that was not an option considering the reaction of family and friends to homosexual people.

Yes, I'll say it—I moved a thousand miles because I wanted to experiment having sex with guys. Does that make me a bad person?

Tim wet two wash cloths and gave me one of them.

"Here," he said, "we'll clean each other."

I stared at his dangling penis as I ran the cloth over his thighs and pubic hair. Even soft it was two inches longer than mine. I have a small dick, about four inches when it's hard, and I had guessed from the feel of his erection in my hand he was at least six inches long.

As far back as I remember, I was always fascinated with cocks. Whenever I saw pornographic photos of guys and girls together, while my friends made comments about the girls, I always stared at the hard cocks of the guys. 

When my friends made lewd comments about how great it would be if those girls were sucking their cocks, I fantasized about being the one who did the sucking.

I felt that all I needed was a patient and aggressive guy who would take charge and teach me what I needed to know on how to make a guy happy. I was very lucky I met Tim.

He has a wonderful personality and he's a great looking guy with a better-than-average body. I already knew in the gay world there were aggressive guys—dominant-types like Tim, and guys like me—shy, and submissive.

I decided right then and there that I would do whatever Tim wanted me to do. I didn't want to look too desperate or needy, and, I don't want to be too faggoty either, you know, the flaming, swishy type.

Still in the bathroom, Tim took me in his arms and we kissed. I wasn't sure what to say, or what was expected of me. 

I mumbled something like, "I guess I better get going..."

Tim was two inches taller than me and he smiled as he stared down in my eyes then said, "No, I want you in my bed tonight..."

My heart skipped a beat and I didn't say a word as he led me to his bedroom. We were still naked and it felt like the most natural thing in the world to be naked with another guy. I watched his limp cock sway from side-to-side as we walked hand-in-hand to his bed.

He guided me to lie on my back; he lay on top of me; I instinctively spread my legs and threw my arms around him. We kissed and stroked each other a long time. I felt his penis grow hard—it bumped against my own hardness.

"Should I turn out the light?" he asked.

There was a small bedside lamp. I answered, "No, I want to see you..."

He chuckled as he placed his knees on either side of my chest and moved forward until his beautiful cock was inches from my face.

He adjusted the pillow on which my head was resting. His hardness was now pointing directly at my mouth.

"Kiss it for me, Johnny...I want to feel your lips and tongue...."

I breathed deeply; the aroma from his musky manhood made my head spin. I didn't have to lean forward too much for my lips to come into contact with a man's cock for the very first time. 

I wasn't shy or tentative at all. I covered his cock with full kisses; I ran my tongue up-and-down his length. My head swooned with delight; his cockflesh was soft and smooth and my lips and tongue couldn't get enough of him.

"Wet your lips and put them around my cock...suck my cock, Johnny."

His lewd words made my cock throb. We'd only met a few days before but he already sensed I was a boy who would eagerly obey a strong-willed man.

This moment confirmed all my previous suspicions—cast aside any and all doubts that I was a 'sub'--a 'bottom'--and my deepest craving was to service and please men. 

I wanted him to teach me how to please him; how to be the best cocksucker I could be. My greatest desire was to elicit moans and groans of pleasure from him and my goal—the ultimate prize I valued the most--would be his wonderful cock shooting loads of cum into my mouth. I fantasized about swallowing his cum.

He was gentle and gave me explicit instructions on how he liked to be sucked. I followed all of his advice. 

It thrilled me when he moaned and thrust his cock deeper into my mouth. His every groan of pleasure was a personal triumph for me—I was doing it right—my newly-acquired cocksucking skills were bringing him to the brink of orgasm. 

It startled me when his groans suddenly became loud and he cried out: "OOOHHHH-GOD—JOHNNY----I'M CUMMMMINNGGGGGGGGGG...."

I wasn't fully prepared for the massive amount of cum his balls shot into my mouth. I swallowed most of it, but several strands of his thick creaminess dribbled down my chin and neck.

When his penis began to deflate in my mouth I cleaned it with my lips and tongue.

His panting and gasping for air signaled to me that he enjoyed my efforts. 

"Good God, Johnny---that was fantastic!" he said through smiling lips.

My heart leapt with joy. I had never felt so proud of myself in my entire life.

Yes, I thought, I was definitely going to love my new city and my brand new life.

Curiosity

            By B.J. Michaels



Curiosity



Naomi was driving through the country and she was feeling hungry. She'd been this way before and she vaguely remembered a roadside café along this route. Keeping her eyes open she drove along.

Finally spotting the café she remembered she pulled in and parked alongside and wandered in. She'd only taken a few steps when her eyes adjusted to the difference in light and she took in her surroundings. 

It appeared that she'd wandered into some sort of bikies bar. There were seven or eight leather clad bikies lounging around, looking at her. Discretion was the better part of valour, she decided. She wasn't that hungry after all.

She stopped and turned to leave, only to find a couple of bikies had moved up behind her and were blocking her way.

One big burly man smiled at her and patted the pool table next to him. "Hop up here, sweetheart," he said, a smirk in his voice. "We can have some fun."

Silently terrified but putting on a brave face, Naomi shook her head.

The bikie kept smiling and slowly nodded his head, patting the table again.

Naomi started to slowly back away, only to find an obstruction behind her. Then a hand casually shoved her forward toward the table.

Naomi could feel her heart pounding, scared and not knowing what to do. Then she heard a yell. An angry yell. An angry female yell.

"Leave her alone." It wasn't a request. It was a flat demand, with a threat latent within it if anyone defied it.

A woman pushed her way through the bikies, glaring at the man next to the table.

He sneered at her. "You want to take her place, Peaches?" he asked.

"Maybe," returned the woman. "Do you reckon you can satisfy me?"

The woman turned and looked Naomi up and down. Then before Naomi could speak she was slapped hard and pushed towards the door. 

"Why don't you piss off out of here, and don't come to places where you don't belong," the woman told her, giving her another push.

Naomi left hastily, flinging a look over her shoulder as she left. The woman was climbing up onto the pool table, laughing at the bikies as she did so.

Hesitating outside the door, Naomi took another glance through the door. The woman they had called Peaches was now lying back on the pool table while a couple of the bikies were undressing her. 

Naomi fled around to the side of the café where her car was parked. About to get in and drive off, she hesitated. She was curious. She wondered what they were doing to Peaches. Maybe she could see if she looked through a back window.

Naomi slipped around to the back of the café, checking to see if there was an available window. Glancing through the only window there she saw that she was looking into the kitchen. An empty kitchen, and against the far wall was a large window, showing the bar-room. Recalling the bar-room, Naomi remembered that there was a large mirror against the far wall. One way glass, she realised.

Through the one way glass she could see that Peaches was now naked and lying down with a bikie leaning over her. Glancing around the kitchen she could see it was empty, and with curiosity getting the better of her she entered the back door and moved over to the one way glass.

From here she could see everything in the bar, so she would have warning if anyone came towards the kitchen and would have time to get out.

She looked over at the pool table. She could see the bikie was even now starting to screw Peaches, his cock descending and vanishing between her legs. 

She continued to watch as the bikie took his time, having his fun with the enterprising Peaches, who was obviously enjoying herself.

Then Naomi almost had a heart attack as a hand suddenly covered her mouth while an arm went around her waist.

"You should have looked a little more closely," said a quiet voice. "I was in the storeroom. May I point out that if you yell they'll come in here and find you and you'll join her on the table. She won't be able to help a second time. So are you going to yell?"

Naomi frantically shook her head.

"You seem to want to watch what happens to Peaches. Well you can, but you'll also be taking part because I'm going to be bonking you at the same time."

Naomi again shook her head.

"Want to join her?" came the nasty query.

Another shake.

"Then I suggest that you just stand there and watch Peaches perform, and I'll be doing you while you do that. Remember, there's only one of me giving you a friendly fuck. There's a dozen of them and their fucks wouldn't be anywhere near as friendly as mine."

The hand moves away from her mouth and Naomi quietly speaks. "Please, I'm sorry. Let me go."

The man behind her laughed. "No chance." Naomi found herself being pushed towards the window, and in spite of herself her eyes sought out the table where Peaches had been lying. Naomi now found that Peaches was on her hands and knees, and another bikie was kneeling behind her, preparing to take her. This had no sooner registered on her when she was distracted by the man behind her lifting her skirt and pulling down her panties. 

"No," she gasped, trying to grab for her panties, ever conscious of the fact that she didn't dare make a noise.

Her hands were roughly pushed aside. "Behave yourself or I'll call out," snapped the stranger, and Naomi sagged slightly against the window. She was trapped. She could make a noise and get raped by a bunch of men or stand there and be taken by one. Not much of a choice but she'd go with the one over the dozen.

Hands now slid under her dress and over her bottom, touching and caressing, sliding between her legs and stroking her pussy.

The man now moved his hands higher, pushing her blouse and bra up and over her breasts, baring them to his greedy touch.

Now one hand was darting across her breasts, feeling and squeezing while his other hand had dropped back and dived under her skirt again.

A foot moves between hers, indicating that she widen her stance. Naomi reluctantly moved her legs apart, giving the man better access.

Now fingers slipped inside her, delving deep. "Not a virgin, I see," noted her molester. "That'll make things easier when I enter you. Aren't you lucky."

Naomi's full attention was now on this man touching her in all the wrong places. Or all the right places, the way her body was starting to tremble.

Now she could feel an erection pressing between her cheeks. She wished she could see it. It might bring some reality to what was happening. Just feeling it like that gave her the impression that it was enormous. 

"It's an illusion," she told herself. "It's probably undersize, but just feels big because of the position I'm in and the fact that I can't see it."

Now her assailant was holding her hips and drawing her back away from the window, encouraging her to bend forward, legs apart.

Naomi was feeling hot and bothered and wet and frightened, and she just knew what was about to happen.

Now that cock was being pressed between her legs, rubbing back and forth along her slit. She could feel her lips parting under that gentle pressure, and she found herself gasping for breath.

"Take a look at Peaches," came a murmur in her ear, and Naomi glanced over at the pool table in time to see a bikie in the barroom plunge deep into Peaches as she lay on the table, while at the same time the cock that was pressing against her lips drove home and charged up into her.

Seeing Peaches being taken at the same time as her pussy was invaded gave her a momentary disconnect. It felt as though she was the woman on the table being screwed.

Then things righted themselves, and she found herself bent forward with what seemed to her to be the biggest cock in the world invading her. Telling herself that it was probably only normal sized didn't really help. All she could feel was this man inside her, filling her, pumping into her. 

She waited while the unknown bikie plunged deep into her, eagerly moving back and forth. There was a sudden pause. A hand firmly smacked her bottom, causing her to squeak in shock. 

"I expect you to co-operate while I'm taking you," came a reprimanding voice. "Pay attention and move with me."

Naomi gulped, and as the movements again started up she thrust her bottom back to meet them. She heard a grunt of approval, and then a pair of hands reached around to clasp her breasts while the ravishing slowly continued.

And continued. The man behind her apparently had all the time in the world and was quite content to move at a slow and deliberate pace. On and on he seemed to go. Naomi found herself rising towards a climax and tried to push harder to throw herself and him over the edge, but the swine kept the pace down, leaving her hovering on that vital edge, not able to come and not able to have a let down.

Very soon Naomi found herself pleading for release, begging him to go harder, faster. All she received in return was a grunt of laughter. "Enjoy it while you can, sweetheart," came the quiet reply as the slow deliberate pace continued, this apparently monstrous cock sliding smoothly in and out of her quivering pussy, taking its time and enjoying the journey.

Naomi was almost frantic and in danger of screaming for release when the man suddenly gave a hard lunge that finally took her over the edge. She bit down on her hand to stop herself screaming her release out loud, feeling the longed for climax ripping through her. She could feel hot seed trickling in her, but that she could ignore. He was finished and she could get out of here.

"I suggest you leave now," the man murmured.

Naomi hastily straightened her clothes and bolted for the door. Flinging a look of fury over her shoulder as she ran, Naomi came to a dead halt and looked at her assailant. He was old. He must have been about eighty. Older even. One hard shove would have sent him flying and let her leave. 

And she'd let him take her without resisting. No wonder he took so long. He probably couldn't move any faster. The bastard was laughing at her, and there was nothing she could do. She turned and made her disgruntled way to her car. She was out of here.



Curiosity



Vella inhaled sharply. The sudden lash of the flogger made the muscles of her pussy tighten. She hung her head, felt the painful pleasure sweep over her then slowly seep away. The next lash landed on her back raising half a dozen red welts across her pale skin. She arched away from the blow. Her flesh tingled. 

Another strike across her round firm ass. Her legs buckled. She gasped, clenched her teeth.

"One more time," the woman in white cautioned, her raspy voice echoing across the room. "...And it's on your toes." She nodded to the woman standing behind Vella.

She raised the flogger again and brought it down on Vella's back, the tines following the tattooed violets snaking around her side. The beads stung her breast.

Vella threw her head back, her teeth clenched tightly. Her pussy quivered. Another lash then another in quick succession. Her drawn breath escaped in a rush whistling through her teeth. Sweat beaded on her forehead. There was throbbing between her legs.

The woman grinned as she raised the flogger again. She brought it down on Vella's backside turning her ass red.

The dam between her legs burst and cum spilled over the throbbing lips of Vella's pussy. She sank to her knees, gasping for air. She looked up at the woman in white through the spoke wheels of the platform.

"On your toes," she barked.

Slowly she pulled herself up, balancing herself on her shaking legs. She took a deep breath and looked over her shoulder. He was standing in the doorway watching her, a look of shock on his face. Vella smiled. She turned her eyes back to the woman in white then raised herself up on her toes.

*****

He took a deep breath as he stepped through the stained glass doors of the Cobalt Room. The tiny jazz club on 14th street was packed. On stage was a blues trio featuring a stocky red-headed woman fingering a battered acoustic guitar. They were playing a funky blues number. He threw a quick glance around the room and didn't see her. A heavy sigh hissed through his nose. He weaved his way between the tables and found a seat at the bar.

The bartender, a slim built man with a bushy gray/blond beard and mustache, ambled over to him brushing the brim of his black felt fedora back from his forehead. "What can I get ya?"

"A Guinness..." he said.

The bartender nodded. He spun away from the counter and grabbed a mug from the freezer.

"And I'll have a Bacardi and Coke," a voice said.

He turned to see Vella sliding onto the stool beside him. 

"Hey, sexy..." she said.

He glanced back at the bartender. "Put it on my tab," he said.

Vella laid her hand and on his leg and gently ran her nails along his thigh. "I didn't think you'd ever come."

He grinned then reached for his beer. "With you, that wouldn't be a problem," he said and grinned. He grabbed the frosted mug of beer and swallowed a quick gulp.

She chuckled. "So how's the book going?"

"After our rendezvous this afternoon, I didn't get much of anything done."

"You weren't worn out were you?" a smirk clung to her lips. She glanced over at the bartender as he set her drink in front of her. She took a sip then stood. "Come with me."

He smiled.

She returned his smile and shook her head. "I want you to meet some friends of mine."

He stood and followed her across the club. Along the wall on the far side of the stage was a row of private booths. He could see someone sitting in one of the booths. As they got closer, he saw two women, a dark haired woman in a white leather jacket and an attractive brown skinned woman with a head full of braids. They both looked up at him then abruptly brought an end to their conversation.

"Hi..." the brown skinned woman said.

The woman in white stared at him. She picked up her pack of cigarettes, tapped one out and pinched it between her fingers. On the ends of her left thumb and middle finger were a pair of metal tips. "So you're the one she's been talking about all night."

He glanced at Vella then nodded.

"Seeker...Stiletto..." Vella said. "This is Evan." 

"Have a seat," Seeker said, smiling.

Vella stepped back, offering him the seat next to the brown-skinned woman then sat beside him. She laid her hand in his lap, glanced over at him and smiled.

Stiletto eyed Vella a moment then turned her attention to the stranger. "She says you're writing a book about the lifestyle."

He felt her hand gently tickling his thigh. "Yeah...one of the characters is into the life," he said. "Thought I should get to know more about it."

"And what do you think?" Seeker said. A glass of lime juice and rum sat in front of her. She took a sip and watched him shifting slightly in his seat.

Evan smirked. "It's interesting." Vella's hand moved up to his crotch and he felt his cock swell slightly. A lump rose in his throat. He glanced at her then at the dark haired woman across the table. "How did...how did you meet?"

Vella laid her head on his shoulder. She stroked the growing bulge in his khakis. "Still is my mistress," she said. "Seeker is a domme in training." She looked over at the dark haired woman. They stared at each other a moment. 

Stiletto smiled a crooked smile then nodded her head. 

Vella looked up at Evan and kissed him lightly on the curve of his jaw then squeezed his hardness.

He turned to face her, closed his eyes and covered her mouth with his.

Seeker smiled. She looked over at Stiletto and shook her head. "What are we gonna do with these two?"

"Vella..." Stiletto said, raising her voice slightly.

She sat up startled and turned her attention to the woman. She stood abruptly as she beckoned.

"Brat," Stiletto grumbled and took a drag on her cigarette. "Stand right there." She laid her cigarette aside. A stream of smoke billowed from the corner of her mouth. She put her hand through the slit of her dress. 

The silver tips on the ends of her fingers bit into the flesh of Vella's thighs. She could feel them tracing circles on her inner thigh, raking across her skin.

Evan stared at them, watching Stiletto's gaze roam over the curves of Vella's body. 

"Lay your hands flat on the table," she said firmly.

Vella leaned forward slightly, placing the palms of her hands on polished mahogany table.

Stiletto brought her hand out from under her dress. She slowly moved it over the lush crescent of Vella's hip, the points of her fingers dragging along the length of her back. She ran her fingers over Vella's breast. Her perky nipples strained against the red satin dress. She caught one of her nipples between her silver finger tips and pinched.

Vella gasped.

The music on stage stopped and a rumble of applause swept through the crowd.

She let go of the delicate pink bud then slid her hand inside, cupping her tender mound. The pointed ends of the silver finger tips raked across the bare skin between her breast, tracing the freshly made trail of purple flowers.

Vella's arms were shaking. Her pussy trembled lightly.

Stiletto glanced over at Evan, a grin on her face then turned her attention back to Vella. "Now..." she said, her husky voice dropping to just above a whisper. "You know you can't cum yet."

She nodded. "Yes, Mistress..." She looked over at Evan and their eyes met. She smiled, inhaled deeply and closed her eyes. The silver nails scraped across her nipple again.

Seeker laid her hand on Evan's lap and felt his swollen manhood. She gave it a quick squeeze and smiled. "Evan..."

He turned abruptly and faced the woman.

"Like what you see?"

He nodded.

She glanced at the two women and grinned. "Then I have a job for you." She stood and ran her hand over his smooth bald head. "Let's give them a little alone time."

Vella opened her eyes and watched as Seeker walked away, leading Evan back across the club toward the bathroom. She felt Stiletto's hand pull away from her, sliding out of her dress.

She picked up her cigarette and took a quick drag. "Sit," she said and slid over in her seat. As she slumped into the seat beside her, she ran her fingers through Vella's hair, her silver nails caressing the back of her neck.

Vella smiled.

She took her hand away then pulled the metal tips off her fingers. "I've got a little surprise for you," she said and turned to grab the leather clutch lying on the seat beside her. 

Vella squirmed in her seat, a grin stretching across her face.

Inside the tiny purse was what looked like a black rubber glove. Stiletto pulled it over the ends of her fingers then fastened the strap across her wrist. A tiny spark of electricity raced down her middle finger. She looked back at Vella and smiled a wicked little smile.

*****

Evan slowly walked toward Seeker, his eyes on Vella strapped to the wheel in the center of the room. A mass of red streaks crisscrossed her back, her plump round ass. He shook his head, stunned.

Vella looked back at him, her face red and glistening with sweat, an undeniable look of ecstasy in her eyes. 

"This is what you wanted to know," Seeker said. She hung the flogger back on the rack and took a step toward him. "Pleasure in pain."

He turned to face her.

"She's a true pain slut," Seeker said. "Look at her..." She backed away from him, stepped up onto the platform and caressed Vella's ass. She raised her hand then brought it back down swiftly, stinging her raw backside.

Vella threw her head back, clenching her teeth tightly.

"And she doesn't cry out," she said then stepped back down. She laid her hand on the bulge in the front of his pants and glanced over at Stiletto making her way around the platform. "Some of us take pleasure in her pain."

"How is my little pet?" Stiletto said. She laid her hand against the side of Vella's face and gently stroked it.

"Please..." she sighed softly. Her eyes fluttered. "Please..."

Stiletto smiled. "Not yet..." She brushed the hair back from her face. "But soon." She looped her pinky through the silver collar around her neck and drew her close to plant a soft kiss on her quivering lips.

Evan took a hesitant step up onto the platform. He stared at Vella's naked, raw body tethered to the wheel. A giddy grin swept over him. He glanced over at Stiletto and she nodded back at him.

Vella felt his fingers on her back, moving over the lattice work of welts. A rush of air filled her lungs. His hands moved down her sides down to her ass. She could feel her insides spasm...clenching...throbbing.

He leaned forward, kissing her shoulders, his tongue gently sweeping across the red marks across her back. His lips moved down her spine to touch the small of her back.

She felt his hands on her ass, his lips moving from cheek to cheek. Her eyes closed.

Evan stood. He glanced over at Stiletto then back at Seeker standing at the edge of the platform. She held out a short whip made of several strips of suede. He took it, felt the weight of it in his hand then turned back to Vella.

The small cat-o-nine-tails whistled as it cut through the air and came down on her back. She flinched at the new wave of stinging pain sweeping over her skin. Another strike, harder than the first landed on the right side of her ass. His cock throbbed as he hit her again and again, alternating from one side to the other.

Vella sighed. "Please...Mistress," she whispered, turning her eyes to Stiletto.

She held up her hand and stepped toward Evan. "Release her." She nodded to the restraints as she took the whip from him.

He quickly undid the buckles on the straps tying Vella to the wheel and wrapped his arm around her waist.

Stiletto stood behind her. She ran her fingers through her hair, curling it around her fingers. "Now..." she whispered, pulling her head back. "You may come."

*****

Her body was still damp from the shower when he laid her across the king size sleigh bed. She looked up Evan as he lay beside her. The citrus scent of his cologne filled her nose. She touched his face, pulled him toward her and they kissed.

He kissed the bottom of her chin. He could taste the remnants of her sweat as he kissed her neck, flicked his tongue under her silver collar then made his way down the curves of her body to her breast. He took her nipple in his mouth and sucked on it, rolling his tongue around the perky pink bud. His left hand gripped her right breast and squeezed it gently.

Vella felt his teeth pinch her nipple. She thrust against him, rubbing the lips of her pussy against his thigh. His mouth moved from breast to breast making her shiver slightly. She brought her leg up, stroking his hardness pressing against her thigh.

Evan looked up at her then kissed the warm soft skin of her stomach, his tongue slipping in and out of her belly button. 

She giggled. 

He drug his nails down her sides, stopping when he reached her hips. He stroked her thighs, spread them open and brushed his face against the soft patch of blond hair between them.

The warmth of his breath caressed the lips of her pussy and drifted down between the crack of her ass. It made her shudder. The touch of his tongue against her clit felt like warm velvet. She draped her legs over his shoulders and pressed her thighs against the sides of his head.

His tongue twirled through the short tuft of blond hair, circled around her clit then danced lightly across the sensitive knot of flesh. He closed his lips around it, ran his tongue along the underside of it, felt it swell in his mouth as he sucked on it. The taste of her excited him. He moved down, the stubble of his goatee tickling the lips of her pussy.

Vella bucked, pressing herself against Evan's advancing mouth. She felt his tongue brush the rim of her anus. She could hear the faint slurping noise of him lapping at the trickle of cum spilling through the opening between her tender fold of flesh then followed the trail back into her pussy.

He thrust his tongue inside her as far as it would go. The salty sweet taste of her cum coated his lips. He backed away from her, licking his lips and stared down at the woman squirming beneath him. He pushed his hardness into her feeling her heat close around him.

She squeezed, the muscles of her pussy tightening around his cock, greedily pulling him in. She wrapped her arms around him, kissed him, licking her juice from his mouth.

Evan felt her legs coil around his as they rolled over on the bed. She was on top now, grinding her body against him forcing his rock hard cock deeper and deeper inside her. He looped his arm around her waist, rolling his hips to match her rhythm. He looked up at her and saw that undeniable look of ecstasy in her face again. 

She was beautiful. Her skin glowed under the candle light. 

She pressed her hands against his chest, steadying herself as her pounded his cock into her. She could feel the rumbling in his loins, not unlike the feeling she had deep inside her own. She pushed herself back up, feeling the whole length of his cock sink deep into her pussy.

She felt the throbbing inside her as he came, exploding in slow motion. His hot thick cum filled her. She slumped forward and lay on his chest exhausted.

A long sigh escaped Evan's lungs as his drawn breath was released. He cradled Vella's in his arms, lay back on the bed and stared up at the rafters of the abandoned bus depot.

He looked over at the arched doorway on the far side of the room and saw stiletto and Seeker watching them. He nodded and slowly closed his eyes.

Vella propped her head up and kissed his chest. She let her tongue dart across his nipples the looked up into the bliss of his dark brown eyes. "Stay with me," she whispered her lush pink lips gently brushing his. 

A giggle bubbled over his lips. He stared up at her, drained. A weak smile tugged at his lips. "You were awesome...amazing."

Her smile widened. "Now you see..." she said and laid her head beside his. "Intense pleasure from intense pain."

"Now I see," he said and brushed her hair back with the tips of his fingers. 



Curiosity



I love my husband and our children. I've been a good mother, wife and lover for most of my fifteen years of marriage. I've liked males more than females all my life. I was a tomboy as a kid, and, when I reached dating age, girls seemed petty, cliquish, untrustworthy and shallow. Of course I had girlfriends in high school and college, but I always preferred the company of the boys. I learned early that my dates wanted sex. My Catholic school upbringing had prepared me to take firm control of those situations. I enjoyed making out and all that, but I didn't allow touching of my breasts or pussy. I had to fight hard to keep things under control. 

My Dad never let me go out with the same date on consecutive nights. But by my senior year I was violating that rule behind his back. I dated my first serious boyfriend that year. He was a college kid and my father thought he was too old for me. He was right. We french kissed for hours on every date. He was the first to get his hands on my breasts. Then I discovered how much I really liked boys. He finally managed to unbutton my blouse (this first occurred after many dates); then within a week or two he successfully moved to the next step of slipping his fingers inside my bra. He caressed my nipples. It was so delicious I couldn't stop him. I could feel the exciting sensations in my pussy. I orgasmed that night. I felt certain I was in love with him. 

He took me to a swimming and ski party at a nearby lake one afternoon. By late afternoon we were still lying near the bank after everyone had left. There were still some boats on the lake. I was wearing a very conservative two piece bathing suit. It was not a bikini, which my Dad would never allow. The french kissing and petting got serious. I tried to protest but he managed to remove my top. His caresses excited meas he cupped my breasts boldly. He squeezed my nibbles bringing urgent sensations that soaked my pussy. He attempted for the first time to slip his hand below my waist under my bathing suit. I grapped his wrist but his fingers reached into the hair of my pussy. An alarm went off in my brain...the warning of the nuns at my school: PREGNANCY!!!!!

I held his wrist firmly and hissed in anger, "NO. Stop it!" For an instant I felt the tip of one of his fingers touch my clitoris and pure pleasure erupted between my legs. It scared me to death and I struggled to pull away. He began apologizing profusely. He calmed me down. I knew I had disappointed him but I wasn't ready for anything that serious. I felt like the inexperienced high school girl with the big college guy. We resumed our kissing. My top was still off and his hands on my breasts. Then he moved my hand onto the lap of his bathing suit. His penis was stiff. I squeezed him and felt the outline of his penis.

He showed me how to move my fingers up and down the length of his shaft. We lay there petting...my breasts and his penis... as the sun dropped. Then, in one quick unexpected move, he lowered the front of his bathing suit, placing my hand on the flesh of his dick. Other than my Dad emerging from a bath, it was the first penis I ever saw and the first I ever touched. He taught me to masturbate him. I was so curious that I watched everything we did. His cock was so big that I couldn't imagine having sex with it. Truthfully I loved it. The head was large like a German army helmet or a massive mushroom. I learned quickly that the fluid from its tip was slick and he loved me massaging him with this lubrication. I masturbated him to a huge explosion, large bullets of his semen jetting out of him, and we were both covered with his sperm. We laughed and laughed. We dressed, took a swim to clean up, and I went home a far better educated girl. 

After that first introduction to his penis, I masturbated him on every date. I loved to make him shoot sperm. Without him knowing it, I tasted his warm sperm and even rubbed some into my pussy. I was just curious. Masturbation was the best way to cool him off and to keep him out of the regions below my waist. We broke up before graduation; my father imposed a new rule: no dates with college kids. Ofcourse I was off to college the next year. That summer I worked at a day camp and briefly dated one of the counselars. I masturbated him too. Several times. And I tasted his sperm too and I rubbed it inside my pussy without him knowing it. It just felt so wild to do it. 

Here is the truth. I loved these sexual escapades and thereafter, as soon as a boyfriend (it would always take many dates for things to go this far)went for my pussy, I stopped him by going for his penis to satisfy him. This always worked as a good compromise. I kept my virginity and my date would get his hand-job. I have always loved to examine and to stimulate a dick. To this day, I find it enormously erotic to witness a penis ejaculate sperm and to taste and swallow it.

You, the reader, may have surmised that I am not the Mr. Max Grayson who normally is writing these letters. I accidentally discovered the horrendous letters he has been writing about me. They are not true...at least mostly not true. It will be a shock for him when he discovers this letter and the truth I am sharing with you.

I still had a lot to learn in college about sex. But my sex ed was interrupted when I met the young man who is now my husband. My virginity was in tact but barely. Previously, I had gotten too drunk and almost fucked a boyfriend (whom I dated for six months my freshman year). I guess its true that he sort of half fucked me. He was not a very nice person though we had a lot of fun. He made bets in the frat house that he would fuck me before the spring formal. I drank too much at a fraternity party and he maneuvered me to his apartment afterward where we spent the night. I am guilty of allowing him to remove all of my clothing except my silk panties. We had gone this far numerous times; we would make-out for hours and, after he succeeded the first time in getting my blouse and skirt off, it became easier and easier for him each time. 

Yes, I masturbated him to a climax many times. Yes, I admit I loved to fondle him and to be fondled. I tasted his sperm without him knowing it and began to think about sucking his cock. I liked sex then, and I still like sex. He had a very handsome cock (the largest I had encountered at that time...maybe 7 inches)that would climax many times in a night. But with him, masturbation was not enough, even though he had full access to sucking my breasts (he was the first) and he managed numerous times to finger-fuck my pussy to a climax (again, he was the first). 

And what earth-shaking climaxes they were. We even masturbated each other simultaneously. 

On our last date,he stripped me nude except for my panties. I was drunk and in a wild mood. His hands were all over me, he sucked my breasts and fucked me with his fingers. I admit I was tempted terribly to fuck him. He spread my legs and told me he had two fingers in me to the knuckles. It excited me. I lifted my hips and fucked his fingers as hard as I could. His thumb masturbated my clitoris. 

My pussy felt so full and on fire. I could hear wet sounds as he fingerfucked me deep and hard. "Put four fingers in me, if you can. Fill me," I urged him. 

"I need room to do that," he answered as he began pulling off my panties. He pulled them below my knees before I stopped him. He spread my knees wide open, causing my panties to descend closer mto my ankles. I felt more fingers enter me and fuck me furiously. "That's four fingers in you!" 

"Put your hand in." I begged. "I want more." His thumb left my clit and he fucked me with all five fingers. Then his tongue was sucking my clit and I knew I was going to be fucked. No one had ever licked or sucked my pussy. He sucked and licked my clitoris, then his tongue fucked deep inside me until I climaxed. But more furius climaxes lay ahead. 

Then he kneldt between my legs. He put my ankles on his shoulders so my pussy was fully exposed to his penis despite my panties that still dangled just below my knees. I felt his cock spreading my pussy lips and entering me. I surrendered my pussy to him to fuck, but only for one deep thrust that filled me beyond my wildest dreams. I wanted his cock deep and hard all night long but I fought the desire. One deep gut wrenching womb-busting thrust to the hilt, his sword buried in me as deep as it would go, was all that I allowed him. He felt two feet long inside of me, seemingly entering my throat from below. From my drunken fog, I pushed away and pulled my panties up. I reached for his penis and tried to masturbate him to satisfaction but he wanted my pussy. I thought for an instant about giving him my ass to fuck,- anything to keep out of my pussy. Then I moved my lips to his cock. I had never sucked a cock before and he lay back and exhaled as my mouth engulfed his huge erection.

I admit I wanted badly to be fucked for the first time. But I had always wanted to suck a penis but never before had the nerve. I loved sperm but had never had a hot load in my mouth...only those small tastes of sperm licked from my fingers. My right hand cupped his tight balls and my wet eager mouth fucked him at least as well as any pussy could. My lips and mouth lost their virginity to his driving cock. I could taste a growing quantity of sperm in my mouth and realized he was near a full explosion. I lifted my mouth so my hands could masturbate the soaked rim of his cockhead, my lips sucking on the soft cockhead itself. The explosion ripped his genitals and heavy loads of sperm filled my mouth. Such sexual excitement I had never before experienced. I swallowed to make room in my mouth for more, then plunged my mouth over him to suck on the entire shaft from its base slowly up to the rim, licking his full length then sucking stongly on the soft cap. His final spurts of sperm entered my mouth and I concentrated on enjoying the salty erotic taste. My fingers were full of his sperm too. I finger fucked myself with it, rubbed it inside of me, then masturbated its slickness on my clitoris.

We lay quiet in recovery from our exhaustion. I must have fallen asleep. When I awoke he had spread my legs and was mounting me, his body between my legs. He pressed his cock against my silk covered pussy, frustrating him. My panties served as a sort of prophylactic as his cock penetrated me; he fucked my panties into me so that I felt his penis penetrate me an inch or two, maybe more. But I stopped him. Yes, he ejaculated all over my panties and inside of me. And his sperm soaked my pussy. But he never truly fucked me, freely thrusting in and out as deep as he could go with his full mighty length until climax and ejaculation. I prevented this from happening. Too bad. It probably would have been the most exciting and memorable fuck of my life.

Instead,my virginity was eventually given a couple of years later to the college student who would become my husband. He was far too much the gentleman to ever give me the kind of thourough and devastating fuck I could have gotten from that "not very nice boy" who bet his frat brothers he would fuck me. I wish I had given him full fucking rights that night and split his winnings with him. But at least I sucked his cock, got eaten to a climax, received one true thrust to the hilt of his cock into my vagina, swallowed his sperm, got thoroughly finger fucked, and had his cock halfway in me with his sperm soaking me inside and out. My pussy had never had such a great time. But in those days I was scandalized by my behavior and told no one (though he blabbed it all over the fraternity house).

The honor of my first full fuck was given to my husband-to-be several months before our wedding. 

And I did not tease my future husband about my sexual past(as he accused me of doing in his version of these events). That teasing came years later after our marriage when he became so jealous of the attention I received from other men. My husband is not the wimp some readers have called him after reading his letters. I have seen him in a fight (protecting a friend at a party). Believe me, he can take care of himself. But he is not going to beat up some guy for an affair that I consented to. I have hurt him by infidelity. But he loves me. We patched it up. And, besides, it was at least partially his fault.

When I finally spread my legs and allowed my husband-to-be to fuck me to his heart's content (actually, I remained unsatiated even after he fucked me 3 times that night when I lost my virginity), it was a very liberating moment in my life. Though I feel good about saving myself for the man I love, I love sex enough to wish I had let my old fraternity boyfriend win his bet. He loved sex almost as much as I do, and a lot more than my husband does.

My husband is very successful in politics. He is out of town a lot. Somewhere along the line he committed adultery a few times, but I never knew until much later. I am a good looking, sexy woman. That's an honest statement, not a boast. I have long black hair, very nice breasts and my legs and slim hips are my best assets. Men are attracted to me, and this continued after our marriage. I enjoy talking with men; perhaps this makes me seem available. I wish I had a dime for every time I've been hit on, even by my husband's friends, business acquaintances and many politicians. 

It was after ten years of marriage and with a good bit of fantasy encouragement from my husband that I began secretly enjoying sex with other men. I liked, even loved, every man I became involved with. I remain close friends with every one of them (except one, a very wealthy, shrewd older businessman and lobbyist, who I regret to say died unexpectedly during surgery; we were dear friends and voracious lovers...you should have seen that heavy log he called a dick; it was my favorite of all cocks).

My husband is a very loving, sensitive and caring person. But he possesses a deep jealous streak which he suppresses. He would be fine with men dancing with me or visiting me just to demonstrate how confident he was. He took pleasure in men being attracted to me, sort of a compliment recognizing how desirable his wife was. I think pornography caused his jealousy to go haywire. Pornography apparently fed this conflict between his jealousy, his confidence in me as an untouchable possession, and the eroticism aroused by the thought of another man wanting to make love to me. This began emerging in our sex life. 

During sex,he began adding excitement to our fucking by asking about my sex life before marriage, his imagination fed by pornography. He even shared with me Penthouse letters revealing the inner turmoil and fantasies of men who longed to see another man fuck their wives, of wife swaps, of adultery, of open marriages, of voyeurism. 

We began using this to fire up our sex life with hot talk of other men fucking me; his questions about how it felt to have another man ejaculate sperm into my pussy, or whether my old boyfriends had fucked me; questions about who was trying to fuck me; who was attractive to me; who would I like to fuck. Yes, it did arouse me and it did give me ideas. And I used his fantasies to tease him unmercifully. I would share and feed his fantasies during our love making. I would admit that certain men had fucked me...he would erupt in orgasm almost immediately. I could bring him to immediate orgasm just by describing the penis of one of these imaginary lovers. Or how it felt for my lover to shoot come into me. I told him of all the men I had masturbated. Trouble was, these fantasies aroused me too and I concluded he was all for it. I believed he wanted me to let men fuck me. So I secretly became an interested target.

The first was a neighbor. As my husband wrote, his name is Mike. He's a handy man who loved to hang around our house and help me fix things, and talk, drink coffee, take me fishing etc. He owned a plumbing company. Its true that he was out to fuck me. I knew it. But the same was true of numerous others who dropped by often and would stay even after my husband got home. My husband got a kick out of all the crushes and attentions I received from these men. Mike's marriage was on the rocks largely because he couldn't stay out of nightclubs and out of the panties of other women. He was gregarious and fun. And he fucked younger women and married women all over town. 

In our long talks late into the night (long after my husband had gone to bed), Mike admitted all of these adulteries. He admitted to me early on that I would soon be one of his conquests.

"What do you mean?" I asked naively during this frank late-night talk.

"I am going to fuck you. Soon too," he told me with a smile. Then he kissed me gently on the lips for the first time. "See? I'm going to add you to my list of married women." I was aroused.

Then he kissed me again, but this time his tongue slipped between my lips and fucked my mouth. I sucked on his hot tongue for a full 2 or 3 minutes before we came up for air. I was speechless.

It was amazing because he is not handsome. That's probably why my husband had no fears. Its Mike's personality and sexualty that is so attractive and fun, and I was fascinated by his reputation with women. His beautiful young girlfriend (ten years his junior)spoke to me very bluntly one night, telling me Mike's lovemakig skills with his lips and thick fingers were famous among the single girls in local pubs/nightclubs. No one had ever spoken to me that way. He's "the best fuck I've ever had", she told me.

Sounds ridiculous, I know. I even told this to my husband who laughed out loud. But the girl was serious. I also told my husband of the various married women we knew who Mike confided to me that he was fucking or had fucked. My husband didn't believe it; I wasn't sure what to believe. My husband and I agreed on one thing: Mike had a crush on me. Secretly he rose to the top of my list of elgible men to fuck.

He may have been able to fuck me that first night he kissed because his suggestive talk, his confession of conquests and is expert lips and tongue created a burning desire to fuck that night. 

I looked forward to our next late night talk. Several days had passed. He came over, ate hamburgers with us and swam in our pool. After the children and my husband had gone up to bed, we talked. We were both in our swimming suits with robes on. I asked him about a several of the married women he had told me about. He had nice things to say about each one.

"But you did have affairs with them?"

"Very casual."

"Does that mean you had sex with them?"

"Oh yes, I've told you that." 

"Why?"

"I like each one. There was a mutual physical attraction. In each case we wanted to have sex so we did. Many times, many places."

There was more hot talk. I briefly changed the subject to the hamburgers he had cooked. Small talk ensued for a few minutes. Then we were kissing again. Then I was sucking on his tongue as he moved it in my throat in a fucking motion. He sucked on my tongu. Quietly, efficiently, effortlessly, knowingly, he dropped the shoulder straps of my bathing suit off my shoulders and rolled the front of my suit down to my waist revealing my breasts. His warm palms and fingers seemed a perfect fit for each breast. His fingers worked my nipples to fine hard points, passion licking between my legs.

"This inflames your pussy doesn't it? Its like nerve endings conect your nipples to your vagina...Right?" He squeezed harder on the points of each nibble. I thought I would faint, it felt so soothing, so good, so exciting.

We kissed,sucked and he fondled my breats for the next few minutes. 

"Do you believe now I am going to fuck you?" I half expected the question. 

"I've never had an affair. Only my husband," 

I answered. 




Curiosity



His hands went to my bathing suit. He laid me back against the couch pillows. As he removed it, I lifted my hips to help him.

His fingers spread my legs enough for access to my clitoris. I thought of what the young girlfriend had told me about Mike's fingers. His caresses brought my first climax within the first minute. Then his thick fingers entered me, so thick and deep. Larger it seemed than my husband's penis. His fingers found an exposed nerve, a spot deep inside my vagina no one had ever touched before. My second climaxed soon overwhelmed me. But he just went deeper, more purposeful movements and another climax.

I opened my legs wider for him.

"When will you fuck me?" my hoarse hungry tone surprised me.

I leaned forward and kissed him. He removed his bathing suit. As I expected, Mike's cock is very thick and long like his fingers. The realization that I was going to actually fuck another man, especially one so well practiced with such a well known reputation for adultery, excited me. I leaned down and kissed his cock sucking wetly on it soft head. I tongued his opening and found early droplets of sperm already gathered there. I love the taste of sperm. He watched me taste it . He was the first man to see me taste his sperm. The sperm flow increased and my fingers massaged his penis in it. He watched me gather the slick fluid on my fingertips then rub the sperm into my pussy. I masturbated quietly with this lubricant mixed with my own sexual fluids. I was on fire with no shame.

My mouth sucked his full length. The girth of his cock filled my mouth; he filled my throat with his length but I couldn't get him entirely in my mouth. I sucked and licked him to his first climax. The clear hot sperm covered my tongue and I loved its taste. Then he rolled me off the couch so that my legs straddled him. I watched his penis spread the lips of my pussy and several inches disappeared into me.

"I am one of your women now," I conceded to him. "I'm an adulterer. Will you tell them about me in the bars?" There was no answer. It didn't matter. Men always talk. Nothing would change my mind now.

He rolled me onto my back, his thick cock splitting me, half of his eight inches in me. He spread my legs even wider. His next powerful thrust drove his meat so deep in me that I wanted to cry over the obscene beauty of Mike's cock, the daring thrill of this taboo, this adultery as my family slept upstairs. My husband's fantasies had brought me here. It was his idea. He put it in my head. I loved what Mike was doing to me. His cock seemed almost savage as it tore into my abdomen, so deep so full that I realized I had not experienced any sensation like this since that single devastating cockthrust had ripped through me a decade earlier when that fraternity boy managed to fuck me with that one unforgetable plunge. 

Now I was getting it from a thicker, larger penis driven by an expert cuntsman. The shattered taboo, the flood of sexual explosions, the rush of uncontrollable passions sent me tumbling through climax after climax after climax as he pounded in and out, in deep then out, only to plunge in again. I remember trying to suppress my scream as I used all my strength to drive my cunt up against his genitals over and over in the rhythm of his plunges. I loved the smells, the wet sounds, the breathing of our bodies, his lips over mine,the responses of the stimulated nerve endings deep within my vagina.

I must have fallen asleep or lost consciousness. I awoke again to realize the sensation of Mike's tongue lifting my clitoris to a crescendo of passion that left me exhausted. Yet I awoke again to see his eyes just above mine watching me as his cock pummeled hard into my vagina, sending my genitals reeling into higher and higher realms of physical sexual pleasure. How many times had we fucked?

It was almost 5 am when he put my robe on me, kissed me and sent me up the stairs to bed carrying my bathing suit in my hands. 

"Come see me at my apartment tomorrow if you get a chance," he whispered as I ascended. 

The next day, I went to his apartment around 2:00 pm while taking my daily fast walk in the neighborhood. I had had no lunch. He fed me veal parmagiena with red wine. Then he fucked me twice in his bed. I was home and happy when my husband arrived home from work. Mike would be my extra marital source of happiness for the next five years. My confidence soared. He made me feel like one of those cute bar-hopping twenty -something year olds like his girlfriend. He started dragging my husband and I out to the music clubs with he and his girlfriend. My husband would go in early, leaving me with Mike and his girlfriend. He never took me home without fucking me first. I often went on weekends without my husband, leaving a message where to find me. I even took my married girlfriends with me. Mike would dance with all of us. But I'd stay later so he could fuck me and drive me home.

I learned to love sex for the thrill of pure sexual pleasure. He was adventurous and daring: we fucked in nightclubs while my husband sat unsuspecting not 20 feet away on the opposite side of a door; we fucked while skinny dipping in a nearby lake during a fishing trip; we fucked in the boat while we fished; we fucked innumerable times at our fishing camp; we fucked on his kitchen counter while cooking; we fucked in our kitchen while my husband and others swam in our pool outside the glass doors while we listened to them talk; we fucked in the local movie theater on the back row; we fucked in city park; I masturbated his cock as we drove around town; we fucked waiting for a train to pass. 

My days often began very early with a vigorous walk with his apartment key in my pocket. Many times Mike fucked me after I awakened him with a blow job, all before my sleepy husband descended the stairs at our home for breakfast. Mike fucked me far more than my husband during those years. My evening visits to his apartment always sent me home well fed with a pussy full of Mike's sperm. If my husband became amorous, he got sloppy seconds but never guessed it was another man's sperm that had my pussy so deliciously wet and sloppy.

There came a time when my husband discovered the affair. He never knew about the other 4 men I was fucking at various time during my secretlife with Mike. Mike and I were never exclusive. I don't know if Mike knew of my other adventures but he may have. Mike certainly never slowed down with his variety of sexual liasons. I always felt I was special to him. I know I was. But he had his young girlfriend and he fucked other women too.

But I was happy to be one of Mike's women with no obligations to tie either of us down. My husband struggled later to deal with all this. The fantasies were lost in his wounded pride, his fears and his jealousies. Despite counseling, divorce seemed certain for awhile, especially since I refused to give up my relationship with Mike. My husband listened quietly and cried when I explained to the counselor that sex with Mike was the most exquisite and exciting sex of my life. Why couldn't I have both my husband and Mike? I had had them both for 5 years. At one point my husband actually went down to Mike's apartment with a pistol and waited for over an hour for him to show up. Thank goodness he didn't show up. 

We came home looped from a party one night and my husband decided to see if he could handle it.

"Call Mike on the phone and see if this is a good time for you to go see him?" my husband boldly proposed.

"You mean to fuck him?" I hadn't seen Mike in 2 weeks due to our marital problems so I was thrilled.

"Yes,...to fuck him. You've told me I've been having sloppy seconds for five years without even knowing it. This time I want to know it."

So off I went and Mike and I fucked like rabbits. I went straight home and fucked my husband. When I slide beside him in bed, his fingers went straight for my soaked clit. 

"Is this really his sperm?" he asked in wonderment as he caressed my clit and put his hand in my soaked pussy. "Your pussy is so big and wet, its hard to believe."

"I'm sorry, Darling, I shouldn't have done it." I tried to console him. At least we were finally being honest with each other. He fucked me, sperm and all, and told me he liked my big wet pussy. In trying to overcome his feelings, he had me tell him everything. Perhaps a mistake because everywhere we go in town, he knows Mike and I fucked there. He sold the lakehouse, the boat and convinced me to go back to work, which has turned out to be a good thing. Shameful and immoral I know, but my relationship with Mike is a devoted friendship that was built around raw , pure sex. It could never have been a husband -wife type relationship. I didn't like him enough to live with him. 

Thinking back, I had two other semi-affairs developing with other men (both our friends)before Mike fucked me. One was the younger brother of the wife of a political colleague of my husband in our state's capital city. We were at their home for informal dinner and swimming. While everyone else talked politics all night inside, Ronnie and I cooked and spent most of the evening in the swimming pool. We had spent time together before. His brother had run for a high office and the two of them had spent nights in our home. Ronnie and I had spent some of those nights talking to the wee hours of the night. I had let him kiss me, even french kiss and embrace me on some of these evenings. I liked him; he was physically attracted to me, and I knew and liked it. Our relationship was often filled with teasing and playfulness.

That night alone in their pool, our playfulness became physical. Somehow some of this foolishness turned into sort of wrestling in the water. My hand accidentally struck his penis; we surfaced sputtering and laughing; he got me back by grabbing me around the waist from behind. I felt his penis stiff between my flanks and laughingly told him I could feel him as I attempted to wrestle away. His hands slipped upward in the struggle and his fingers clutched my breasts. I turned into him, face to face, we embraced and he kissed me. His hard cock pressed between my thighs. 

I reached down and held his cock from outside his bathing suit, but said, "We can't." His hands on my buns pressed me against him. We kissed for the next ten minutes. At some point he put my hand into the front of his bathing suit where I began a masturbating motion on his penis. His two hands entered the low back of my one piece suit, and his fingers gradually moved over my anus to reach the back of my vagina where the tips of his fingers slightly penetrated me.

"Put my penis between your legs," he softly instructed me. "We can't," I replied. "Please do it," Ronnie persisted. I allowed his cock to move between my legs so that the back and forth movement of his large shaft aroused my clit and pussy lips as his fingers penetrated me from behind. My hands moved to his hips to urge him against me. 

"We can make love and they'll never know it," he told me as he kissed me. One of his hands moved to my abdoman and began to titillate my clit with the fast movement of his middle finger. He pulled aside the fabric between my legs and his fingers entered me. I opened my legs for him. I was ready to fulfill my husband's fantasies. My two hands were masturbating the full length of his cock. I cupped his balls as I stroked him.

"Please let me fuck you," he whispered as he kissed my ear. I heard sudden laughter from inside and thought everyone might be coming out. So I chickened out. I regret it to this day. "Maybe tomorrow at our apartment when he's gone,"I told him. Ronnie ejaculated in my hands as he finger fucked me to a climax, his fingers from one hand in me from the front, his fingers of the other hand penetrating me from the rear. I lay my head against his shoulder for a long time as he continued to caress my pussy. 

The next day Ronnie did come to our apartment. We were talking, sharing a glass of wine, both of us anticipating that we moving toward our first fuck, when my husband unexpectedly walked in to pick up his briefcase on his way to a meeting. There was a brief look of surprise on his face but we were just innocently talking at the moment he entered. He was gone the next instant. But the mood was broken in that awkward moment and we weren't certain when my husband would return. A full year would pass before Ronnie and I consummated our long distance relationship in sexual intercourse. 

Our first fuck would occur in my bed at home during one of Ronnie's overnight visits. This occurred after my affair with Mike had begun. Two affairs? Isn't this what my husband had been urging me to do with his sexualfantasies? My husband left for work bright and early while I got the kids off to school. I went upstairs and heard Ronnie showering in the bathroom. I got back in my bed with the newspaper. Ronnie came striding out of the bathroom completely naked, his long semi-hard cock swaying ominously between his legs. 

I sleep without panties. He stripped me of my gown, moved between my legs and fucked me without a word. I went for a towel to clean us up, but he pulled me on top, my legs straddling him and he fucked me again. When I fell asleep and turned away from him, he fucked me from behind, a deep and powerful fuck doggy-style. In the shower I sucked his penis until he ejaculated in my mouth. Then in bed Ronnie tongued my clit and vagina to a huge climax that threatened to break my back as I arched and stretched as he ate me.

By this time my neighbor Mike and I were having a wonderful, safe, and almost daily neighborhood affair with no expectations except fucking each other for the rest of our lives. Mike told me of all his ongoing sexual activity...which was remarkably prolific. He convinced me that an open marriage, to allow me to fuck him whenever we wanted, was a good thing. All this was terribly immoral, but between my husband's infectious fantasies and my incredible almost daily fucks with Mike, I allowed my genitals to do my thinking. So we kept my "open marriage" a secret from my husband. My husband talked big in bed with all his wild fantasies, but I had a feeling he would not be able to handle it. 

But that's a story for my next letter to you.



Curiosity



This began simple enough but turned into a total fucked up mess with me in the middle and center of attention. Having been married a long time it's easy to become very definitive in your lifestyle. For years my wife would always bug me about tasting my own cum or dining on a cream pie. Weather she blew me and fed it to me or eat her out after I came in her pussy didn't make any difference to her, she just wanted to see me eat my cum. With a very emphatic "SORRY I don't go there" statement I have stood my ground for years, but my resolve began to erode. 

My wife and I jokingly refer to this time period as the time that I started getting in touch with my feminine side. As time passed my curiosity peaked and I began looking on the internet at gay sites with more than a passing interest and as I became more educated I became infatuated with fantasy. I started going to adult book stores that had glory hole booths but I never tried anything or stepped beyond my comfort zone weather I was in the store area or in the booths. Mostly because I was very nervous and scared that I might be seen or that one of my friends would find out about my curiosity, so everything I did was very discrete and almost a cloak and dagger style behavior. 

As I became more determined to satisfy my curiosity I started looking more brazenly at people and things in these stores and I managed to see some pretty amazing things, especially in the booths while looking through those holes.

As for me I'm told I'm a very attractive man and much younger in appearance than my chronological age. I'm 6'3" and weigh 225 pounds with an athletic build, blond hair and blue eyes. So my visits to the stores always met with lots of attention and numerous winks or proposals that were off the chart for me. 

I grew up very heterosexual and was the consummate jock and never veered in the gay direction or had any inclination to go there. I was always respectful with guys that buttered their bread on the other side but was very physical with any guy that crossed my line. 

The reason I was so nervous about being discovered and the reason I just couldn't be found in a compromising position is because I'm a fireman in a pretty large city and my face is pretty well known so to me the results of being discovered would have been disastrous. 

On one fateful day the inevitable happened. I was in a booth watching a gay movie and as I had become so accustomed too, had my pants and shorts around my ankles and my shirt off, sitting there nearly naked jacking off and glancing at the movie while looking through the 'magic' hole. The booth next to mine had a guy in it and he was masturbating what appeared to be a very large cock. As I looked from the movie to the glory hole he started sticking his cock through the hole so my nose and cheek came in contact with my very first cock. I jerked back but sat mesmerized as I watched it fill the hole up and protrude into my space. I my mind said don't touch it but watching it throb and being so close and feeling the heat got me very really hot. 

This cock looked like mine but was so different and mesmerizing and I just kept getting closer watching in amazement as it bobbed up and down with every beat of his heart and how the cut hood was colored such a brilliant purple and the veins bulging. The soft yet coarse curly hair surrounding the base of his cock and the large balls in the taught sack hanging over the edge of the hole was more than I could take. 

I leaned in closer to watch the string of pre-cum hanging from the hole at the tip as it swirled lazily with every throbbing moment. 

In a trance like state I watched my hand reach out and slowly grasp the cock around the shaft while the other hand reached up and picked the swinging pre-cum out of the air. 

It was like an out of body experience and I couldn't control myself. I began to masturbate this cock that was about three inches from my face and feeling for the first time in my life the smooth and creamy texture of pre-cum that wasn't mine. 

Looking back at this event I'm telling you I had no control of my body, I was on auto pilot and destiny was going to prevail today. Not knowing anything but wanton lust for this strange cock that was in my hand I opened my lips and partially inserted the cock head into my mouth and slowly circled his engorged head with my tongue. I darted the tip of my tongue into the piss hole and tasted the pre-cum right from its factory. 

The sight and taste of this cock, the thoughts of what I was doing and the sounds of the TV in the booth were more than I could take. 

I could feel my balls tighten and the impending feeling of a joyous orgasm about to erupt from my very own neglected cock. I took my mouth off this cock head and looked down just as my untouched cock began to shoot large gobs of cum into the air further than I can ever remember. It felt like scalding drops of wax on my chin, neck and chest as it landed and dribbled down my stomach. 

I was so immersed in the feelings I was experiencing that I didn't notice the change in breathing, or hear the moans that were escaping from the other end of the throbbing cock sticking through the wall that was being masturbated by my hand. 

The soft velvety cock I was rubbing began pulsing and spewing its hot milk into the side of my face. Not immediately realizing what was happening in my trance like state I turned to see what was going on and got the full force of the second spurt right into my partially open mouth. My mind and body froze and I just stared as the third and forth shots hit me square in the mouth as I slowly rubbed this softening cock. When my senses returned to me I noticed for the first time that I was massaging his ball sack with one hand and his soft wet glistening cock with my other hand as it dribbled spent cum from its hole. 

I released his cock and balls from my grip he pulled them back and it was then I noticed the sweet yet pungent taste of cum in my mouth and on my lips and in a stupor I just swallowed and licked my lips like I was sucking on candy. 

As I regained my senses I began to realize my situation. Here I was in a peep show booth, with a glory hole, almost naked and my spent cock hanging between my legs with cum on my chest and neck and feeling it drip down around my cock and balls. I had a strange mans pungent scent of sex on my hands, with his cum in my hair, on the side of my head, inside my mouth and dripping onto my chin. 

I was staring into the empty, dark hole wondering what I had just done and why I didn't feel like throwing up or something. The feelings started to run through me and I was elated and angry, happy and sad, satisfied and yet disturbed. I began to feel the familiar stirring in my cock and realized that I was mostly content and satisfied like I have never been before. 

As I sat there physically and emotionally drained I heard the door to the next booth close and I realized I didn't hear the other guy leave and wondered how long the events of my changed life had taken. 

I heard tokens drop into the video machine so leaned back to relax and catch my breath assuming he would be occupied for a while. As I laid my head back against the wall and closed my eyes basking being naked in this strange place I began slowly rubbing my awakening cock. 

I heard some strange rustling sounds and rolled my head to the left and as I opened my eyes I saw a firm cut cock looking at me with its large swollen head leaking a drop of pre cum. A million emotions ran through my body and I was just absolutely confused so I did what any red blooded guy would do in that situation, I reached out and grabbed the protruding cock and immediately sucked it into my mouth. I was aware of what I was doing now and it was exactly what I had fantasized about for a long time. 

I was in complete control of my senses this time and I knew that this was going to be a very memorable blow job. 

It wasn't a large cock but very nice sized and the soft feeling of skin in my mouth was exciting. I could feel all the veins on the shaft with my tongue and how the soft hood of that cock felt as it rubbed on the roof of my mouth. I began trying to get as much of it in my mouth as possible and started to gag. The hair around his cock and the odor was pleasant and the feeling of his balls in my hand as I manipulated them between my fingers was exciting. 

As this cock in my mouth was becoming more aroused I became confused because I didn't know what I wanted to do when he came. I wanted to taste it but I wasn't sure if I wanted to swallow it or spit it out, or just take him to the edge in my mouth and finish him off with my hands while I watched it shoot. He helped me with my decision because I could feel his ball sack start to tighten up and his cock got harder and his breathing began to quicken and he pushed further into the hole and froze in place. I knew he was going to shoot any second so I just shoved his cock into my mouth as far as it would go. I felt my gag reflex push this foreign object out and I was not going to be denied so I just pushed harder and it seemed to slip past my gag reflex just as he started to shoot down my throat. 

I can't describe the feelings of crossing a bridge that I knew I wasn't capable of crossing and how it felt for the first time in my life to have a cock in my mouth shooting its cum and me swallowing it. I was gagging and my eyes were watering but I stayed on the cock sucking it and enjoying the feeling it gave me as it softened and slipped from my mouth and back through the hole. 

I sat back in my booth again I was aware of some of his cum dripping from my lips and how I felt like a depraved nymphomaniac after sucking two cocks for my first gay sexual experience and thought how I must look. 

I began to smile and as I looked towards the hole I noticed the guy looking back at me and my stomach did flips at the realization of my impending doom. 

The face looking back at me, the face of the cock I just sucked and swallowed all of it's cum was the face of a guy I work with. I knew that Dan was a bi-sexual guy and I also remembered that at the firehouse he bragged all the time about his sexual trysts and his conquests in vivid detail. 

My life as I knew it was about to change and I knew this was going to get really ugly.

I began to feel sick to my stomach as I heard him leave his booth and knocked on my door telling me to open it. Feeling completly defeated I just opened the door and let him in. 

Chapter two of many is coming.



Curiosity



My name is Eric Samson, I'm thirty five years old and I'm looking in at my newborn daughter through the viewing window at the maternity ward. Her mom, is resting comfortably, and I'm waiting for a nurse to come out and suit me up, so I can hold my daughter again. For some reason, the nurses always want to put me and other visitors in scrubs, and clean us up before they allow us to touch the baby. I guess it makes sense because I wouldn't want anything to happen to my precious little angel before she starts her life out.

They suit me up and I lift her from the nurse's arms. I marvel again at the absolute beauty of the wrinkled little person in my arms. From the first second that I saw her, I loved her more than anything else on this planet, whether she knew it or not. I could already imagine the person she was going to turn out to be. I was so ready to watch her grow and help her along her life's journey. No matter what happens, her mom and I will be there, guiding her along the way.

After a half hour, that seemed like only a few seconds, I gave her back to the nurse. As I stepped out of the room. I noticed a very attractive blonde woman waiting for me. My happiness evaporated, and my smile transformed itself into a grimace.

"Mr. Samson," said the security guard. "We don't normally let people into the maternity area unless they're family, but this woman said she was related to you."

"It's Okay," I told him. "Unfortunately she's my wife."

"How is being married to a woman who looks like that, unfortunate?" he asked.

"Trust me, that bitch is bat shit crazy," I said just loud enough for him alone to hear.

"You looked really good in there holding your baby," said Andrea, stepping up to me. "You're going to be a great father. But I think you should, reconsider your actions. This divorce isn't going to happen, no matter what you try. I'll block it any way I can. We need to sit down and talk. Us throwing rocks at each other through our lawyers is only making them rich. Can we just talk. Just for a few minutes."

Andrea, my wife, is beautiful, spoiled and curious. She's used to getting her own way no matter what happens and simply can't accept it when things don't go her way. Andrea is about 5' 7", weighs about 120 well shaped pounds. At 36, she has a bikini body. A nice trim waist with beautiful long tapering legs. Her breasts are barely more than a mouthful, but perky with upturned nipples that a slight breeze can cause to become erect and lengthened. She has the tiniest tightest ass, that you can bounce a quarter off of. Her features are a little sharp, but she has the bluest eyes you will ever see. She's also a woman that loves sex. She is definitely not a tease or an Ice Maiden. That's the unfortunate part.

"I have to be there when Melissa wakes up," I told her. "That gives us about an hour for your talk. Let's go to the visitor's lounge. We should have some privacy there, unless you try to turn this into another shouting match. But remember you're the one who wants to talk. So if you start yelling or giving me any of your shit, I'll have them throw you the fuck out of here."

We got to the lounge and sat down in chairs near the back. "It's your show Andie so say what you have to say and let's get it over with. 

She licked her lips and started talking. "Well first off, I wanted to tell you that I forgive you for cheating on me. I forgive you for breaking the rules we established for our relationship. I forgive you for getting another woman pregnant and running off with her. I want us to put all of this behind us. And I want you to come home with me, so we can get our marriage back on track. I do realize that you'll have to pay some kind of child support to Melissa for the baby. But I'm thinking that you should limit the time that you spend with that child, so it's not hard for you to choose between it and our children. I love you Eric, I've never loved anyone else except you, so I'm willing to overlook everything you did and take you back. I also promise that no mention of this will ever be made. We'll just move forward. I won't try to hold this over your head or anything else. Let's just say this was all a big mistake and erase it from our memory. Melissa always wanted a baby more than anything else, and Mike couldn't give her one. So if we get back together, everyone wins."

"Oh Andie, could we really do that?" I asked with mock sincerity. "You're giving me a "Get out of Jail free card?"

"Just this once," she smiled nodding her head and reaching for me. "I'll never lose you for anything, and I won't share you. You're mine forever. I'd kill Melissa before I'd let her have you." I pulled back from her as if she was on fire.

"Kick rocks, you stupid bitch," I snapped at her. Then got up and walked away. I realized then that Andie should never have been released, she was still crazy. I went down the hall to Melissa's room. I smiled at the nurse and pointed at the door.

"She's going to be asleep for a while," the nurse said to me quietly.

"I can't think of any place I'd rather be," I said. "I want to be the first person she sees when she wakes up." The nurse smiled again and waved as I went into the room. Melissa was lying on her side turned towards me. I pulled the covers closer around her and sat down in the chair beside the bed. she was beautiful even sleeping. That has to come from an inner beauty. God knows Andie was beautiful on the outside, but she looked like a fucking shrew when she was asleep. Somehow when she wasn't conscious her inner ugliness just shone through her mask of sexy facial expressions. As I looked at Melissa's beatific slumbering face the past 16 months just rolled away.

I'm a successful architect, and Andie and I were just moving into a house we'd built. Some of the neighbors were upset about our house at first, because we'd purchased two adjoining lots and torn down the existing ranch styled homes on them. Then we'd built our dream home on the site and re-landscaped it. I guess our house was kind of big compared to the other homes in the neighborhood, but it was the house of our dreams where we could grow old together and someday raise our family. 

It took a while for a lot of the neighbors to come around, but Mike and Melissa came over to meet us the very first day we moved in. They lived right next door to us and you could look into their kitchen from our deck. Mike was kind of burly but with a slight paunch, and constantly had a two day beard growth. Melissa was very cheerful and while not in Andie's league was really pretty. Melissa was short at about 5' even and her body while not like Andie's bikini babe tall thin figure was very interesting. She had large breasts and a big round ass. Her waistline unfortunately was also kind of thick. If it hadn't been for that gut, her body would have been incredible.

They brought over pizza and beer, and we spent that first night getting to know them. It was the first of many nights we'd spend either on our deck, in our pool or in our living room. Over the next few months we became the best of friends. Mike and I often went bowling, or golfing on the weekends. We were always driving around in either his pickup truck or my hopped up Mustang GT. I love that car it has custom paint, a Flowmaster exhaust system and too many other modifications to talk about. If you saw the car you'd think it was just like any other Red Mustang with Stripes along the lower body panels. On closer inspection you'd notice that the stripes are the outlines of buildings that I'd designed. It is a beautiful car and I love it to this day. It's going to be weird putting a baby seat in the back, but you do what you have to.

A lot of nights we'd all just hang out either at Mike and Mel's place or at ours. Mike just like every other guy I'd ever known couldn't seem to keep his eyes off of Andie. Whether she was just hanging out in jeans, or in one of her bikinis my wife is an eyeful. 

"Have you ever thought about swinging," Mike asked me one night when the women were off doing something.

"We don't have a swing back here, but maybe that's a good idea," I said.

"No ya dope, I'm talking about... you know trying out someone else's stuff. It can really put the spice back in your relationship. After being married for a long time, even the best relationships can get kind of stale. Even when you're eating steak every night, you sometimes want to try a little chicken or some fish if you know what I mean."

"Nope, I don't know what you mean, I'll see you later Mike," I said getting up. When I got to bed that evening Andie asked me why I was so upset. "Nothing to worry about," I told her. "Mike just said something really stupid."

I rolled over and grabbed Andie and started tickling her. While she laughed uncontrollably, I pulled my fur covered handcuffs from under the pillow, where I'd hidden them. Before Andie realized what was happening I'd snapped one cuff over her left wrist and then wrapped the cuffs around the bedpost and snapped the other cuff around her right wrist.

"What are you doing Eric?" she said. Her eyes were as big as saucers. I reached down and grabbed a thick scarf that I'd laid on the bed. I tied one of her legs to the foot post on the bed and the other to the bed-frame. My beautiful wife was now tied up, spread eagle on our bed. I opened a drawer on the nightstand and pulled out a large feather, and a can of spray lube that was supposed to warm up when blown on or touched.

Andie could hear me moving around in the darkness, but she couldn't see what I was doing. I started out by gently running the feather lightly across her shoulder and down her arm. She shivered at the unexpected sensation. "Eric stop that," she said, though the tone of her voice told me that she wanted me to continue. I sprayed the lube across her breasts and up both legs with a final squirt on her shaved pussy. "Eric," she said again stretching my two syllable name into a much longer word.

She started trying to move her legs together and couldn't. I blew gently on her left breast, causing the spray to begin to warm up. "Oh please, do that again," she said. I blew on the other breast and the pungent and musky aroma of Andie's arousal filled my nostrils. I blew on her pussy and she started trying to thrust her vagina since she couldn't move anything else. I licked the inside of one leg starting from her knee and moving slowly upwards. When I got near the top, I stopped and started over again on the other leg. This time I stopped again and then plunged my tongue directly into her slit, licking as quickly and roughly as I could. "Oh shit," she screamed, as I ran my tongue over her clit and the lube spray warmed her up even more. When I started gently biting and sucking her heated clit she screamed again as her first orgasm overwhelmed her. I started fingering her as I continued licking and she was still sensitive from the first one. "No please stop," she said. But I kept going knowing that she really didn't want me to stop. 

"Eric, you'd better get up here and fuck me, before I pass out," she screamed. Who am I to argue with a lady. I quickly took off my shorts and shirt and started out by straddling her. I kneeled by her head and let my dick dangle right in front of her face. I kept fingering her as I did this. 

"If you want to get fucked you have to earn it," I said.

I lowered the tip of my dick to her lips and she immediately opened her mouth and slurped it inside. From the position of her head she could only get the tips inside so she started running her tongue around it. I hunched over more so she could get more inside, continuing to finger her pussy all the while. She was bucking her hips and moving her head all at the same time. The heated lube was doing its work and she started whining. "Eric, I... I'm begging you," she said. "I'll do anything you want. My pussy is on fire. Fuck me damn it."

So I did. I slipped my dick into her and started fucking her. Slowly at first but we quickly ramped up the pace and the intensity until we were just two bodies slapping together. If we had been two pieces of wood rubbing against each other that quickly we'd have caught fire. After she came for what must've been the third time I untied the leg that was tied to the bed-frame and flipped her over. I knelt down and sprayed lube on her ass and blew on it. "No Eric," she whined. "Don't fuck my ass!"

"It's my ass," I told her. As I slowly eased the head of my dick past her sphincter ring. Once inside I started to gently but forcefully push until I was all the way in.

"Ooh Eric," she slurred. "You're so nasty."

Her ass was so tight that it only took me a few minutes before I was ready to come. I pulled out and rolled her back over and shot my sperm all over her face. "Eric," she screamed as the warm semen landed on her face and chin.

"You like it," I said mirthfully.

"You should have warned me so I could open my mouth," she said. "Now it's all wasted."

"It's wasted anyway as long as you're on the pill," I said quietly. Then I untied her other leg and un-cuffed her hands. I lay down on the bed and pulled the covers over me.

The mood was gone. She rolled over to me and tried to kiss me and I just turned my head. Andie knew that it wasn't the fact that she had my cum all over her face, that caused me to pull away. She lay down beside me and said, "Eric, don't worry. There's no one else in the world that I want to have kids with. There's no one else that I love. I just want to enjoy ourselves for a few years before I have to wreck my body with stretch marks, sagging tits and a fat ass."

"I swear to you, we have all the time in the world. I'm going to spend the rest of my life married to you I swear it," she said. "We're going to be happy and have the best family ever, just not right now."

She wrapped her arms around me and we went to sleep. Andie since we'd been together had a habit of sleeping with one leg and one arm over me. she claimed that it had become a habit, and she couldn't get to sleep without me.

Andie and I had sex every night and some mornings without fail. She had a very high sex drive and enjoyed all kinds of sex. Oral, Anal, whatever, it didn't matter as long as she got off. We were usually all over each other and I loved her so much, that I had trouble believing it sometimes.

I went to work every day making the long commute in my Mustang. Andie stayed home and took care of the house. Melissa and I waved to each other often as she drove off in her old Honda every morning. Mike was between jobs, so he stayed home. I was glad of that because it meant that in an emergency, Andie had someone to call who could get to the house far faster than I could.

A few weeks after my conversation with Mike, about swinging, it came up again. this time it was Andie who brought it up.

"Eric," she said. "Have you ever wanted to try another woman?"

"Hell no," I spat. "I love you and you're enough for me."

"Well, I'm not saying that I want you to go out and just fuck some stranger, I'm just saying that maybe we should bring someone else in with us," she said. "It's just something I'm curious about."

"Besides, we're almost there anyway," she said.

"Andie what are you talking about?" I asked sharply.

"Haven't you noticed the last few times that Mike and Mel came over. You and I started kissing and Mike and Mel started kissing too. And then you started fingering me through the hole in my shorts until I came all over your fingers baby," she said.

"Well while you were doing it, Mike was staring at me, and I was just kind of wondering..." she hesitated.

"Wondering what?" I snapped. 

"Well, uhm...what it would be like," she said quietly.

"Be more specific," I said sharply. Andie wasn't used to the edge in my tone. And she backed away from me a little bit. I don't think she was ever afraid of me hurting her because God knows I'd die before I ever hit her, but she just wasn't accustomed to me not instantly giving her what she wanted.

Let me give you an example. After I'd gotten my first commission, and did a great job on it, my then bosses gave me a substantial raise and a bonus. My vision for the money was for us to put it away to start saving for a house. Andie brought me home papers to sign the next day, for her BMW. The down-payment alone wiped out the bonus, and the monthly note would definitely tax my income. That car cost more than the house we were living in at the time. The end result was that we ate tuna for a month but Andie got her car.

"Be more specific Andrea. I want to make sure that I understand you, clearly," I said again. "What you're asking me for, is for you to have sex with another man, right?"

"Well, not another man, just Mike," she said quickly.

"No," I said sharply. "Wait, I'm sorry that didn't come out the way I wanted it to. Fuck No!! Never in this life," I screamed as loudly as I could. At that moment for the first time since I'd met her I couldn't stand to look at my wife. I got up and knocked the chair I'd been sitting in over and left the room. 

A few hours later after I'd gone out for a run and cooled down, I went into the kitchen and saw Andie there seated at the kitchen table eating her dinner.

"Here I'll get you a plate honey," she said.

I walked past her without saying anything, got a beer out of the fridge and went out onto the deck.

I'd always loved the view from this deck. It was part of the reason why it was included in my design. I looked over and saw Melissa sitting at her kitchen table, grading papers probably, and wondered if she knew what my wife, her supposed friend had proposed. She probably didn't have a clue. Melissa was a pretty woman, not in Andie's class of course, but she just needed to take better care of herself. If she got rid of that gut and toned up a little bit she'd be pretty hot. I couldn't believe my mind was wandering so much as I watched the moon from my deck. 

I guess I wanted to think about anything other than Andie's suggestion. I knew before I married her that Andie had an extremely high sex drive. I'd always thought that I was enough for her. We were both pretty compatible sexually, I always thought. Andie brought the willingness to do it anytime and anywhere, and I brought the imagination and creativity. She never knew what to expect from me. From candles and roses, to me tying her up and spanking her. But she did know that whatever we tried, it was always done with love and affection. 

Obviously she was starting to need more. I think that she saw this as just another little thing for her to beg for and try to get her way on. I saw it as far more serious. To me it was the first sign that we were drifting apart and I loved her so much that it just broke my heart.

"It's a really beautiful night out. It's warm and that big old moon is really lighting everything up," she said from behind me. "Is there anybody here who'd like to try skinny dipping in our pool with me, or should we just, take this upstairs." She came up behind me and wrapped her arms around me.

"Andrea, let go of me. I came out here to be alone, so I could think. But it's your house too, so if you want the deck, I'll go somewhere else," I said.

"I'll go sit by the pool, is that far enough from you?" she snapped.

"Not nearly," I snapped right back at her. I got up went back inside the house and grabbed my keys from the island in the center of the large chef's kitchen. Before Andie could react I was out the front door and driving away. My Mustang's exhaust system and V8 growl alerting the neighborhood that I was out and about.

I seemed to just drive forever that night, and though it made me feel better, I knew that it wasn't going to make my problem go away. I say my problem, because even though Andie was the one who was fucking up our marriage. It literally hurt me to do anything that displeased her. Over the course of one stupid evening I'd yelled at her, cursed at her, and walked away from her. I'd never, in all of our time together done even one of those things.




Curiosity



Usually when we argued, our pattern was different. We'd compromise, and I'd bend a little more, and a little more until I either agreed with her, or she got her way. Andie was my soul, so in some ways giving her what she wanted pleased me as well. Andie's smile made me feel good inside, especially when I'd done something to cause it. There was simply no way for me to ever share her with anyone else, not even temporarily. I'd always been paranoid about her love for me. I remember the first time we visited her family, I was jealous of the time she spent with her brother and sisters. I wanted, no needed to have her all to myself. Her dad had even commented once that his usual warning to the men who dated his daughters wasn't necessary in my case.

"Son," he said. "I'm calling you son, because I'm sure you're going to end up marrying my daughter. She loves you, and she'd be a fool to let you get away. Normally I tell guys that if they hurt my little girls, I'll track them down and kill them myself, but in your case, I have a far different warning. I know that you love Andrea, but remember, you can tell her "no," from time to time. It'll actually make your relationship stronger in the end. If you keep on going the way you are now, sooner or later, she's going to ask you for something that you aren't ready to give her, without giving up a piece of your soul. By that point it will be too late because she won't be used to you not giving in on anything."

"You're a good man," he told me. "Andrea needs that, but don't let her turn you into something that you don't want to be."

"I'll never do anything to hurt her," I told him.

"I'm not worried about you hurting her," he said. "You clearly love her too much for that. I'm more worried about her hurting you."

The next morning I was on my way out of the house, for my commute to the office, when Andie came out of our bedroom. She looked like hell. Her eyes were red and puffy, and she just looked off. 

"Where the hell were you?" she snapped. "You know I can't sleep without you."

"I got back at around one," I said calmly. "I just drove around for a while to clear my head and to think." 

"What would you need to think about? Why didn't you come to bed?" she asked. 

"I slept in one of the first floor guest rooms," I said and walked past her.

I barely got any work done that day. Andie called me twice on my way to work, and then started texting me.

The first thing my secretary, Myrna told me as I walked into my office was to call Andie ASAP. I didn't and 10 minutes later my cell phone rang.

"What is it Andrea?" I asked. "Whether you know it or not, my job is not just an extension of home. I have work to do here, that's why I come here."

"What's wrong with you?" she asked softly. "Don't you love me anymore?"

"We'll talk when I get home, please don't call me anymore today," I hung up the phone and started trying to work but I just couldn't wrap my mind around it. The thing I kept coming back to was Andie. I looked up the costs for bricks vs. siding for a project I was working on. Before I could finish the math, I was wondering what my life would be like without Andie in it. I ended up doing the same calculation four times, and never finished it. 

I turned on my computer and switched to a project where I could just draw. The house I was working on was for a single guy. He was a high profile lawyer and wanted something really different. I'd come up with a design that blew his socks off. The house was mostly underground; the only thing visible above the surface was a large sun room. The house had already been built, and was nearly ready for occupation. I just needed to finish the designs for the landscaping. Drawing wasn't a good idea either though. I couldn't even connect 2 frigging lines without thinking about Andie.

I went out to lunch with a couple of clients and one of my partners to discuss a prospective commercial project that would make a lot of money for all of us.

I still found myself wondering what Andie was wearing, and what she was doing at that moment. Did she still love me? Where had I gone wrong? Could I possibly undo whatever I'd done to make her need someone else? What did Mike have that I didn't?

When I got home that night I was ready to talk to Andie, but it didn't happen. As soon as I stepped into the house, I smelled steaks on the grill. I walked through the kitchen and out onto the deck and saw Andie in one of her bikinis and Mike grilling on my Webber. Melissa was sitting at the table grading papers. She was wearing a dark colored one piece swim suit. Her legs under the table looked far better than I'd expected, and her boobs as she leaned over the table concentrating on the papers she graded were amazing. I think my look at her was more one of curiosity than lust, because though I'd noticed that her body was better than I'd ever thought, I wasn't aroused by it.

I went back into my bedroom and changed into a pair of jeans, comfortable shoes and a t-shirt. 

"Hey shouldn't you be putting on a swim suit," smiled Andie.

"Why?" I asked.

"Well Honey, we're all hanging out at the pool. And we usually just wear swim stuff. Even fuddy duddy Melissa is wearing a swim suit." She said smiling. The smile quickly faded when she saw that I wasn't smiling.

"Eric I was just joking, you know I love Melissa, she's like my best friend. I know you're tired after all of that work, so just come on down. You can wear whatever you'd like. Your steak is almost ready. If you hurry you can eat it, fresh off the grill the way you like it."

Andie went back out to the pool. I heard her say, "He was just getting changed. He'll be right down."

I went back out the front door. I don't think they even realized that I was leaving until they heard my Mustang's loud assed exhaust system. I drove down by the lake and stopped off at a Burger King on the way. I parked in front of the lake and ate my double whopper with cheese, while I played some games on my iPad. After I ate I read a few stories about swingers on one of those internet web sites. I had nothing against people who wanted to trade partners, but it just wasn't for me. I got out of the car and spent some time throwing rocks into the lake.

During the evening I saw several attractive single women pass by, either alone or in groups. A few of them looked at me. One or two even started walking my way and attempted to start a conversation. I think my body language, and the fact that I held my wedding ring up to punctuate every sentence, gave them the impression I wanted them to get. They quickly backed off and left me alone.

The thing that upset me the most was as the sun went down, seeing several couples who were clearly in love, walking hand in hand along the water front. As they smiled at each other, and hugged each other, or stopped for a kiss, I wanted to shoot every fucking one of them. My jealousy over what they had and I'd probably lost, made me want to go up to each guy and tell him something. "Run away from this bitch as fast as you can before she rips your heart out," I'd say. "Sure it's great now, but is it really worth the pain you'll go through when this cunt decides you're not enough for her and she wants to fuck your friends?"

I stayed out a little longer that night; it was closer to 2 a.m. when I got home. Andie was lying on the couch in the living room with a blanket. As softly as I closed the door it still woke her up. Her eyes were red as hell again, she'd clearly been crying. I didn't say a word to her, I didn't want to upset her any further so I just turned and headed up the stairs.

"Eric what the fuck is wrong with you?" she shouted. "Just yesterday, and for the past 10 fucking years you've been all over me. And now you can't even stand to be in the same room with me. It's like I'm a piece of shit on your shoe, and you're just trying to scrape me off."

"Andrea, I have no intention of trying to speak to you while you're screaming at me," I said. "I came home with the intention of trying to talk to you, but you needed to have a party. You wanted to talk to me so badly while I was at work, but once I got home that need had just evaporated. I need to get some sleep because I still have to go to work tomorrow, so why don't you pencil an appointment for me in on your busy schedule. We'll talk then."

"What party?" she asked. "It was just Mike and Melissa. We see them, most nights anyway. They practically live here. What is wrong with you? Don't you love me anymore?"

"Yes Andie, I Love you, I've always loved you, I guess that's the problem with us isn't it?" I said.

"Once again I have to work tomorrow, I need sleep. Why don't you call Myrna and set up an appointment for us to talk."I headed back down the stairs, to get away from her. I was really proud of myself for my restraint.

"Where are you going? Our bedroom is up here?" she snapped. The only sounds audible through the house as I fell asleep, were the sound of the door to the downstairs guest room door closing and Andie sobbing.

The next evening Andie was waiting for me at the kitchen table. There was something cooking in the oven and the house smelled great from whatever it was.

"Can we talk now?" she asked. I sat down at the table across from her.

"Eric, what is going on with us?" she asked. "One day we're the perfect couple, and I'm sure above everything else, that you love me. The next day, you can't stand to even look at me. We haven't had sex in 2 days and while that doesn't seem out of the ordinary for most couples, for us that's an eternity. I miss you, I'm going crazy. I want us back like we're supposed to be."

"Andie, that may not be possible," I said.

"Why not," she asked. "What did you do? Did something happen while you're out driving around?"

"Andie I didn't do shit, other than to drive around alone. You fucked us up," I snapped.

She shook her head. "I didn't do anything," she said.

"So you don't think telling me you want to fuck some other guy, hurt us?" I snapped. "You don't think that my being not enough for you hurt us. I've read stories about open marriages and swingers Andie. They rarely ever turn out happy. In most cases they only start the couple down the road to divorce. Not all of them end up in divorces but a bigger percentage of them break up than stay together. It's especially true, in the cases where only one partner wants to swing. Anything that Swings open, also swings closed."

"That's what this is all about," she said laughing. "I've been going through 2 days of hell thinking you don't love me anymore, because of something I was curious about."

"Curiosity killed a cat," Andie.

"I really thought that was over with," she said. "You said "no," I let it drop, end of subject. But nope, you need to go off and stew over it and sulk like a fucking baby. God Damn it Eric. After listening to Mike talk about it, I just wondered...Especially after that last time we were all together, what it would be like. You're the only guy I've ever been with. You know how much I enjoy sex and I just wanted to know if all guys are the same. It's not like, I'm going to fall in love with Mike. He's a lazy good for nothing slob. And he'd be the best person for me to try out anyway."

"So you decided to try this out after talking to Mike?" I said. "That fucking figures, he asked me about it, about 2 weeks ago and I turned him down flat. I guess one of us thinks our marriage means something, and now we know which one. Mike doesn't care about your sexual awakening or your curiosity, he just wants to fuck you. He's stuck with Melissa, who while a very nice woman, is kind of dowdy. He starts seeing you walking around half fucking naked all the God Damned time and decides to see if he can get into your pants. I guess that makes you feel special or curious huh?"

"That's probably not all there is to it but it's one of the reasons I thought about Mike," she snapped. "I did want to try someone else out, and I picked Mike because he is no danger to us. He's your best friend so he wouldn't try to take advantage of the situation. I'm not attracted to him, so I'm not going to want him. It's only going to be one time, and you'll be there. Maybe you can satisfy your curiosity with Melissa. And Mike shoots blanks. There is no way he could get me pregnant."

"Oh, you made a fucking list." I said.

"Eric, this isn't about us. I don't want to be with anyone except you for the rest of my life. I want us to grow old together like we planned. I'm not going to fall in love with Mike and leave you. It's not about you not being enough for me. It's only sex. There's a big difference between love and sex."

"No Andie," I said.

"I thought you loved me," she said. "I guess I was wrong, you're full of shit and you always have been. Oh Andie I love you. You say it so much it's like a broken record. But the one time I need something from you that's a little bit out there, you shut me down. It's only going to be one time."

"No," I said.

"That's just like you," she snapped. "You're so selfish, all you ever think about is what you want. I don't matter."

"If not letting you fuck some guy is being selfish, then I guess I am," I told her. "Andie, I do love you. I love you way too much to ever want to share you with anyone else."

"That's what I mean about being selfish," she snapped. "You just don't know how to share. We've been together for 10 years. We probably have sex at least 7 or 8 times a week if not more. From the day we got together no one else has ever touched me. That 7 or 8 times 52 weeks in a year which is about 400 times a year at least. Multiply that times 10 years and you've fucked me over four thousand times Eric. I was just asking to let someone else do it once. If the only reason we're together is because no one else gets to fuck me, our relationship is pretty sad."

I didn't say anything. I was done talking.

"You know I could have gone out and done this behind your back, and not said anything," she said. "I could have gone out, found some guy and fucked him to satisfy my curiosity and never told you. You would never have known. But I tried to be honest with you, and look what it got me. It's great to know that you trust me Eric. What's that expression? "Love without trust means nothing. I came to you and tried to talk to you about my feelings and this is what I get. Thanks for nothing Eric, but It's my body so I get to make this decision."

"Good night Andrea," I said.

"Wait Eric, I don't want this talk to end this way, we have to come to some kind of solution," she said. 

"I'm going out run," I told her. "Andrea, you're a grown woman. Do what you have to do. But if you do, make sure you can handle the consequences of what you do because this conversation may not be the only thing ending around here."

"Where are you going?" she screamed. "We're not done."

"We might just be," I said. I changed my clothes and went out to run. When I got back from my run I was sweaty, but I felt better. I got into the shower and turned the water on. I didn't notice that Andie had joined me until I heard the door close. She rubbed her hands down my back. I moved away from her as quickly as I could. 

"Andie this house has three bathrooms, find another one." I said pushing her away from me.

I showered while Andie sat there with a shocked look on her face. Then I got dressed.

"Are you ready to finish our talk?" she asked.

"Our talk is over," I said. "See you later."

"If you walk out that door, I'm going to fuck Mike," she said.

"Andie, you're going to anyway. You had your mind made up before we even started talking. I don't even know why you felt you needed to tell me." I said as I looked at her. "She looked down at the floor and couldn't meet my eyes.

"I wish you could understand what I'm going through, and just let me have this one thing. It won't mean anything," she said.

"If you do it, Andie, things with us will never be the same. I can't watch you all the time. So I hope your curiosity is worth our marriage. but like you said it's your body, and your decision," I said.

"Maybe you're the one who's throwing us away with your stubbornness," she said.

The only reply I made was slamming the door on my way out.

That night I came home early and went to bed in the guest room as I'd been doing for most of the week. Andie knocked on the door at about midnight, saying she wanted to talk. I'd locked the door so she couldn't get in and when I heard her, I pretended to be asleep.

The next day my world started to fall apart. I got home at the usual time, and noticed that instead of sitting in her kitchen grading her papers Melissa was sitting on her front porch doing it.

"Hi Mel," I shouted.

She looked up at me and looked awful. She was crying her eyes out. I went over to her to see what was going on and I knew. 

"I couldn't sit in the kitchen and watch them out on your deck," she said through her tears.

I stormed into the house and saw Mike getting ready to dive into my pool. Just as he leaped into the air arcing for the water, I kicked him right in the face as hard as I could. He fell into the water and spluttered out a mouth full of it. His nose was busted and blood was pouring down his face.

"Get the fuck out of my house," I told him. "Don't ever come back."

"Hey buddy, calm down, it's over and done with. She wanted it. She was the one who suggested it in the first place. She told me you were Okay with it. So I went for it. Who wouldn't?"

"Don't make me have to ask you to leave again," I said. "I won't be nearly as nice the second time."

I turned and saw Andie coming out of the house. She hadn't heard anything that happened with Mike and me. She ran up to me smiling. "I told you it wouldn't mean anything," she said. "Now that it's over we can go back to normal."

I pulled out my IPhone and called a local Taxi company and gave them our address. 

"The taxi should be here in about 10 minutes, that's how long you have to pack your shit," I said. "If you're here a minute after that, I'm throwing you in the street in your bikini."

"Eric what's going on?" she asked. 

"We're done Andie. It's over. You can go to your parent's house, a motel or stay with Mike. I don't fucking care just get the fuck out of my house," I screamed at her.

"Please Eric, it's over. It won't happen again," she whined. "You told me last night to go ahead and do it. I knew you weren't happy about it but just told me to go ahead so I could get this out of my system and we could get back to us."

"Andie, maybe that's what you heard, but it's not what I said. You were the one who said that if I walked out the door, you were going to fuck Mike. I said that you were probably going to do it anyway. That was not me saying for you to do it. Since this whole fucked up idea came up, I have let you know that I was against it. I also warned you that if it was something you needed to do, that you should be ready for the consequences. These are the consequences. You now have 6 minutes left to pack your shit, before the taxi gets here."

"I don't need a Taxi," she said. I'll drive my BMW to my parent's house. When you get your head out of your ass, that's where I'll be."

"Andie the car is in my name. If you take it I'll report it stolen, and your ass will be in jail before nightfall," I said.

She looked at my face and saw that I serious and ran into the house crying.

A few minutes later the Taxi pulled up.

"Hey buddy, did someone from here call a cab?" asked the driver. I just nodded my head.

"Andie, your ride is here," I screamed. "If he leaves you're going to have to walk." I gave the driver a hundred and told him to take her anywhere she wanted to go. Andie came out of the house carrying a hastily packed over-night bag. 




Curiosity



"You should have packed a lot more than that. You're not coming back," I told her.

"Please Eric, we need to talk," she whined to my rapidly receding back.

A few minutes after the cab pulled away Andie started calling me. I turned my phone off and shut off the ringers on all of the phones in the house. I went outside on the deck, and sat down. As badly as I felt, there was someone who felt worse.

"Come Mel, misery loves company," I said. "We're going out to eat."

She didn't say anything, she just sat there. So I grabbed her arm and pulled her up, and stuck her in the Mustang's front passenger seat.

We drove around until I found what looked like a nice restaurant. I ordered for both of us, got the food to go and got back into my car. I drove us out to the lake, the same place I'd been driving to every night anyway. We ate in silence, and then all of a sudden Mel started unloading on me.

"Why would he...well I know why he would, but why would she do that to you? Are they crazy? I know that Mike has no respect for me. But I thought that Andrea loved you. I'm sure she does. All she ever talks about is you. Eric this, my Eric that. Why would she do this? I thought she was my friend."

I started rubbing her back and she sobbed a bit and started talking again.

"I know that Mike has been angry at me lately, and this is only his way of getting back at me for a remark I inadvertently made, but this is overkill," she said. "I'm sorry Eric this must be worse for you than it is for me."

"I'm fine," I said. "What do you mean Mike is angry at you?" 

"Well, Mike had an accident when he was younger, and can't have kids. I knew it already when we got married. I'm fine with it. I've always wanted kids, but I wanted Mike just as much. So I became a teacher. Lately it just hasn't been enough, and I really want to experience motherhood. Eric I want a family. I want to share all of this love that I have and bring up my own kids instead of teaching everyone else's. So I approached Mike about possibly adopting a baby. He went ape-shit. His exact words were "Oh so I'm not a man since I can't knock you up. Well bitch I'll show you who's a man. I'll fuck that little slut next door and make you watch." It took three weeks, but he did it."

We didn't say much for a while. As it got dark, the love birds came out, and I was really too upset to watch them strolling hand in hand in front of that fucking lake. Besides that, there were just too many big assed rocks that were the perfect size for throwing, so we left.

I went home to an empty house. Melissa went home to Mike. I could hear him screaming at her at first, and her screaming back. After a while the screaming stopped and I saw her sitting at her kitchen table with her papers. 

The next morning, I went to work as I always did. Myrna handed me a stack of messages from Andie. I dropped them all into the trash basket and told her, not to forward any calls from Andie to me. If she called me just tell her I wasn't accepting calls or messages from her. Then I gave her my iPhone and had her go over to the AT&T store and have my phone number changed.

At about 10 o'clock that morning, I got a call from Robert Morgan, Andie's dad. He was going to be in town this morning and wanted to take me to lunch.

I met him at the Texas Roadhouse, at noon. I hadn't seen him in about three weeks, and at his age this kind of stress couldn't be good for him.

"Hi Eric," he said. "Let's get down to it. We both know why we're here. I warned you about this before you married her. She can stay with us for a few days while you two cool off, but Martha and I want to stay out of this."

"Well when you and Martha put her out, she can stay with her sisters for a while and then her brother," I said. "Hopefully by that time we'll have some kind of financial settlement made so she can find a place of her own," I said quietly.

"Eric what are you talking about?" he asked.

"Well in this state, it take about six months minimum for a divorce to become final, but our lawyers will work out the settlement long before that," I said. "Just between us I'd rather come up with a lump sum payment instead of any kind of monthly alimony where I'd have to write her a check every month or whatever. I just want this over with and settled so I can move on with my life."

"Eric I still do not understand you. Andrea said you'd had a difference of opinion and you flipped out on her, so she decided to stay with us for a few days while you calmed down. She cried her eyes out last night, and won't eat a thing. I know my daughter. When Andrea is right about something, or believes that she's right, she's as cold as ice. But last night she was crying her eyes out. I know she's done something to push you too far finally. Did she buy another car? You guys didn't have more than fifty bucks a week to live on last time she did that. She couldn't even drive it anywhere because you couldn't afford gas for it. I thought you two were kind of well off financially now though."

"Robert I don't think I should be the person to tell you what Andie did," I said. "It's not my place to talk about someone else's actions."

"God damn it," he said. "She really fucked you over didn't she? And the stupid thing about it is that I can see by the way you're on the verge of tears that you still love her. Eric, I warned you once about her. Whatever she did though, try to work it out. She loves you, and you clearly love her. You two should be together, but don't back down. Maybe you should consider marriage counseling though, before you go for a divorce. I've heard you tell her more than once that you'd do anything for her. Isn't she worth just one chance to save your marriage?"

"Andrea has always been strong minded, I raised her that way," he said. "You know how the two of you like to sit back on that big old deck behind your house and watch the moon? Well Andrea used to like to climb out of her window onto the roof and watch the moon when she was a little girl. I told her not to do it because she'd fall off the roof and break her neck. She did it anyway, so I beat her ass and nailed her windows shut. One week I was out of town on business and Martha was at her ladies auxiliary meeting. Andrea got the hammer pulled all of the nails out of the window and climbed out onto the roof. It had rained the day before and the tiles were still slippery. Andrea fell off the roof and broke her arm. If the bushes hadn't broken her fall, she was falling head-first; she probably would have broken her neck. After that she never went out on the roof again."

"Andrea can learn," he said. "But sometimes she has to learn the hard way by losing something really important to her. Maybe having to be away from you for a little while will solve this. I am going to ask her what she did, and I'll get back to you."

For the next week or so my life moved in two directions at the same time. I started spending time with Melissa. It just seemed natural, she was really pissed at Mike, and I was missing Andie a hell of a lot. Melissa started running with me in the evenings. She also started using my gym. I think a lot of it was just her anger and frustration over Mike. We talked a lot about our situations as well. 

"If Mike loved me or treated me nearly as well as you treat Andie, I'd forgive him anything," she said. "But in our case that's the problem. Mike doesn't love me. Maybe he did once, but now I'm just an old shoe to him. I go out to work every day and bring the money in, while he's been unemployed for the last 4 years. When I get in, I have to do the cooking and the cleaning, before I get to grade my papers. I'm tired of being taken for granted and this was just the last straw. I've never told anyone this before but he's cheated on me before this."

"Andie knew that I was totally against this from the beginning," I said. "This time she just pushed me too far."

"Eric, we're friends, so two things," she told me. "Number one, every time anyone mentions her name, you almost start crying because you love her so much, and being away from her is killing you. Number two, you've been together for 10 fucking years, and this is the first mistake she's made, for your own sanity give her another chance. At least talk to her before you give up on her. The easy way out is to just walk away without trying to fix it. I only wish this was Mike's first time fucking up so I could forgive him, but this has happened too many times for me."

Andie showed up at my office the next day. The security guards had been warned not to let her in the building so she sat outside the building and cried until someone called the police. The policemen came into the building asking to see me.

"Sir your wife is downstairs, and she's not in a good way. We need you to come down and talk to her, to keep her from doing something to herself or someone else," said the first officer.

"No," I said. "Have a nice day."

"Sir, this conversation isn't over," said the cop. He was obviously getting pissed about my flippant attitude and wanted to prove something.

"How about, if we book you on refusal to cooperate, and put you in the same cell as your lovely wife. Then you'd have to talk to her sir," he said.

"How about if I snap my finger," I said looking him straight in the eye.

"Uhm, what would that do sir?" he asked. 

"When I snap my finger, one of my assistants will call my lawyer. He'll be at the station before we get there. By the time you get me to the building for your bogus investigation, you'll be suspended, and I'll be suing the city for more than you'll make in your entire career. To save us further embarrassment, why don't we take this into my office so I can explain what's really going on here to you," I told him.

When we got inside the office I asked him if he was married. He told me that he was. I asked him what he'd do if his wife asked him about sleeping with his best friend. He told me there's no way he'd stand for it.

"That's what she did," I told him. "I told her I wouldn't stand for it, but she went ahead and did it anyway. I called her a cab and sent her to her parent's while we work our way through the divorce."

"She can't reach me at home so now she's harassing me at work. I'm a partner here and we own the building, I have a right to bar entrance to anyone who could cause a scene or disrupt my business. I treated that woman like a queen and that's how she repaid me." I told him. "I don't want to ever see her again. I have never abused her, hit her or even yelled at her. Don't I have the right to be left alone in my own place of business?"

"Sir you should file a restraining order," he said. "We had no idea of the situation when we arrived. Thank you for explaining it to me. We won't bother you any further. But sir, can I ask you one more thing?" I nodded. "If you really, don't want to have anything to do with her, why are you so sad right now? You look, excuse me, I don't mean to insult you, but you look like you're on the verge of tears. You obviously love her a lot, why not at least talk to her?"

He was of course right. It was time to talk to her. I went down stairs just as she was getting back into a Ford Fusion. Probably Martha's car, I knew Robert drove a Cadillac STS.

I tapped on the window and she jumped out of the car and tried to hug me. I backed away from her.

"Eric I miss you so much, please let me come home. I keep trying to tell you it's, over," she said.

"Andrea if you want to talk, I'll listen but it needs to be in private, I don't want to be embarrassed at work by you. Meet me at my house tonight at about 7," I said.

"Don't you mean our house?" she said. "I'll just go there now and wait. I'll make us dinner."

"Andrea all of the locks have been changed. It's not our house, maybe after the divorce you'll get it who knows. I don't want any fucking dinner. I'm just giving you a chance to say what you need to say, and I have a condition."

"What's the condition?" she asked.

"If you want to have this meeting, you need to tell your parents the truth about what happened between us. None of this misunderstanding shit. Have your dad call me at 7 just when you' re getting there so he can tell me that he knows what happened, or don't come. I won't let you in until I've spoken to him. "

"Eric, can't we keep this between us?" she whined. "No one else needs to know."

"If I don't hear from your Dad, I don't let you in, and this time I call the police myself," I said.

I got some bad news that day at work. The buyer for my nearly completed underground house had been killed in an auto accident. I was pretty sure I could sell the house, so I scheduled the landscapers to go ahead and finish it so I could list it and get it sold. The house was too bizarre to be everyone's cup of tea. But the right buyer would be willing to pay top dollar for it.

At 6:00 I went out for my run with Melissa. We had a good run together. I could run faster alone but I wouldn't have nearly as much fun. "So how are things at the house of Mike and Mel?" I asked. 

"Frosty as hell," she laughed. "He doesn't talk to me, I don't talk to him. But you know what, I'm enjoying it. For the first time since we got married he isn't ordering me around. I got one of those brochures from the adoption places and I've been going through it. There aren't nearly as many stipulations concerning single parent adoptions as there used to be. Of course I have to find a lawyer and get the divorce settled first, but I finally realized that he needs me a lot more than I need him."

I got home at 6:45 and had the feeling that I was being watched. I went into the house and showered. At 6:58 the phone rang. I picked it up and answered it.

"Eric," I'm really sorry son. I understand why you're upset. I can't believe that a daughter of mine would ever behave that way. I still think that there's a chance for the two of you to work this out though if you're willing to forgive her and put it behind you."

A few minutes later I put the phone down and went to the door. Andrea was standing there.

"Can I come in," she asked. "I feel so stupid asking you that. This is my house too."

"Let's just talk here on the porch," I said. "It's a nice night and it feels good out here."

"Andie, we're not back together. We're only here to talk." I said. "You were the one who wanted to talk to me so badly so I'll let you go first. You tell me what you have to say. Then we'll go from there."

"What do you want me to say?" she said. "I want our life back. What more is there to say? I know you still love me. It'll take us a little while to get over this and then it'll just be in the past."

"We've been apart now for two weeks, you've called me hundreds of times, sent your dad to talk to me, bothered me at work, lied to your parents about why we broke up, and that's all you have to say?" I was getting even more upset.

"What do you want me to say?" she asked.

"Nothing Andrea," I said standing up. "I'll see you soon."

I started going into the house, and she grabbed my arm and started crying. She tried to force me to turn around but I wouldn't let her pull me around. She came around to the front of me and noticed that I was crying too. Tears were falling from my eyes, rolling down my cheeks and making tiny little drop marks on the tile of the front porch.

"What do I have to say to fix this?" she shouted.

All of a sudden I lost it. I pushed her away from me harder than I ever had. I was really glad she didn't fall off the porch because I'd have probably gone to jail for assault.

"How about two fucking words Andrea," I screamed. "Number one, Sorry. Have you ever said you're sorry for any of this. Are you sorry because you betrayed our marriage vows? Are you even sorry for what you've done to us? Are you sorry for hurting me? You know you really ripped my heart out. How about for fucking up a marriage that was probably going to last forever? I guess you don't know that word, though."

"You know what, I can see now how stupid I've been this whole time. And that brings up the second word. Love. You see ever since we got together Andrea it's never been about us loving each other, it's always been about me, loving you. I'm supposed to just fall down and worship the great Goddess Andrea. Well fuck you Andrea. Wait a minute, Mike already did. That's why we're here."

I went into the house and slammed the door. I left her out there on the porch crying.

After about twenty minutes she rang the doorbell. I looked out the peephole and opened the door a crack. "Andrea I'm done talking to you. Get a lawyer. You're going to need one."

"I'm sorry," she said. "I do love you and I don't want to lose you. I don't want to live the rest of my life without you. This isn't the way this was supposed to happen." I went back out on the porch to listen to her.

"Eric, I'm curious about a lot of things. I stuck a pin into an electric socket to see what would happen when I was a kid. Now, I wanted to find out what having sex with someone else would be like. I found out. It wasn't nearly as good. In fact it was nothing. It was nowhere near as good as what we have. It was a mistake, but you've blown it all out of proportion. It's not like I cheated on you and I don't consider what I did a violation of our marriage vows. I told you what I was going to do. I wanted you to be there but you refused. I wanted it to be exciting and fun, but it was just boring, I didn't even have one shitty orgasm, just fat old Mike humping away on me. I barely even got wet and he doesn't last very long. And for that I have to give up my house, my car, my marriage, my husband and my happiness? That just doesn't seem fair."

"Andrea, I told you there'd be consequences," I said. "You just didn't listen. You never fucking do. Everything always has to be what you want. We really didn't have much a marriage to begin with."

"This was supposed to be something new for us to bring into the bedroom and try out every once in a while," she said. "You'd try out women and bring new tricks home, and so would I. I don't want us to get bored with each other," she said.

"Andrea, I never wanted anyone except you, only now you've ruined that because I don't even want you anymore," I snapped. She looked as if I'd slapped her.

"After 10 years I make one mistake, and that's it. Please give me one more chance. I'll do anything you want. We'll go to counseling like my dad suggested. You can do anything you want for revenge or to make yourself feel better. Whatever it takes I'll do. I promise. This won't ever happen again. Aren't we worth one more shot? You've always said you'd do anything for me. I'm begging you please just give me a chance. Let me have this one mistake. I swear you won't regret it ever."

She looked at me and she knew she had me. "You can move back in tomorrow," I told her. "But you really need to find a therapist for our counseling sessions." 

Her smile could have melted a glacier, and she jumped towards me. I backed away from her and put my hands up. "We're not ready for that yet," I said seriously. "I'll see you tomorrow."

The next evening, as I finished my run, Melissa pointed to the porch. "There's your wife," she said. "Forgive me if I don't come up to talk to her. I know I'm going to have to eventually, but tonight just isn't the night."

"See you tomorrow Mel," I said.

"Are you sure that's a good idea?" she asked.

"Why wouldn't it be? We're friends now, better friends actually because of our shared experience." I smiled.

"Well I just thought that maybe Andie wants to spend more time with you." she said softly. 

"Then she should learn to run," I said. "Mel you and I have nothing to do with Andie and I. I learned a lot about her through this incident, and I want things to work out between us, but I'm not sure I'll be able to. Some things you can get past, and some things are deal breakers. In this case I'm the only one who can make that decision, and I don't have a clue. I love her so much that I ached every day that she was away. I don't know if I agreed to this because it was the right thing to do, or just to stop the pain. My skin crawls when she gets close to me, I'm just not sure we can make this work."




Curiosity



"You're not sure you can make what work?" asked Andie. "Hello Melissa," she said coldly.

Andie walked closer to me and tried to take my hand. I moved it away from her and said, "I'm not sure that we can make us work again."

"I'm sure enough for both of us so you don't have to be," she smiled. "Just watch, everything will be better than it was before, I promise. Nothing will ever come between us again."

"What the hell have you been eating? There's nothing in the fridge," she yelled. "Wait, there's some Salmon in the freezer. Why don't we grill it, out on the deck? I'll make some rice and some veggies to go with it. Tomorrow I'll go shopping while you're at work."

We did exactly that. The first night back together was awkward beyond belief. Andie kept talking to fill every lull in the conversation. It was as if she thought that any time we stopped talking, we'd break up again. In my heart I knew that the easy chemistry we once shared was shattered. I hoped that one day we'd get it back, but I wasn't sure when or how that could ever happen.

Andie, started to tell me something, but her words were drowned out by a loud crash and a bunch of yelling from next door.

"Does that go on often?" asked Andie.

"Almost every night," I replied.

"When did it start?" she asked. I just looked at her like she was stupid.

"Oh," she answered. "I guess I'm responsible for that too. But they've been married for longer than we have. They'll scream for a while to blow off some steam and then they'll be fine. I'm sure of it."

"Mel is saving her money for a divorce lawyer. She's the one who's working. She's done with Mike for good. Unless something drastic happens in the next few weeks. They're done." I said.

"How do you know that?" asked Andie.

"How do you know that?" Andie asked.

"Mel told me," I replied. 

"For a man who won't touch me, and barely seems to be talking with his own wife, you seem to be pretty fucking chummy with Melissa." snapped Andie.

"Everyone needs to have someone they can trust," I said. "Someone to talk about their problems to."

"That's the point," snapped Andie. "That's supposed to be me."

"That always was you. Until you became the problem, and lost my trust," I said. "Trust is something that has to be earned over time. When we first got together, it took a while before we came to rely on each other. It was easy then because we had no history and had never hurt each other. For over 10 years, we loved each other, trusted each other implicitly and we had a bond. We had a chemistry based on us almost knowing each other's thoughts. Our hearts beat together Andie. I didn't care about friends or family, or work, or money. Nothing came before you. You came before me. I would have died for you. I had two fucking wishes Andie. Do you know what they were?"

"Yes," she said sadly.

"All I wanted was to grow old with you, and for us to have a baby or two together. I don't need to be rich, I don't need to be famous or powerful Andie, that's all I wanted. And you fucked it up with your curiosity. Do you even remember how many night's we've sat out here just holding each other and watching the moon. We've probably only turned that big ass TV on a handful of times since we moved in here. Not because there's nothing on, but because we've just never needed it. That's all gone Andie. I agreed to try this but I'm truly not sure we can fix this."

"But it was only sex, and only one time. It just seems that you can't even try to get past it. I'm hurting too. I keep feeling like I'm just a broken toy to you right now. You aren't treating me like a human being who feels things and makes mistakes. You're acting like a spoiled little boy who got dirt on his fairy princess doll, and doesn't want to play with her anymore because someone else touched it," she said.

"Andie, I know that you love sex. I do too. But there's a big assed difference between going out and fucking a hooker, and what you and I used to do. It was far more than a physical act, it was special, it was like we brought our souls closer together by sharing our bodies. And now my fairy princess has shared her body with the troll from next door. We're basically no longer exclusive, so there's nothing special about it anymore. It's become cheaper. It's something that under the right set of circumstances anyone can have. So who or what will you get curious about next time Andie?"

"Who or whatever it is, I won't make the mistake of telling you about it," she snapped. "I see what being honest got me, next time I'll try lying."

"Andie right now we're only held together by the thinnest thread you can imagine. If there ever is a next time. We'd be done so fast you wouldn't even know it. You wouldn't even see me until we met in court. I was so close to dumping your cheating ass this time that..." I stopped talking before I said something I'd regret. Even in the dark I could see Andie crying. I realized that I'd let my anger push me into saying things that I shouldn't have.

"Good night Andie, "I said. "I'm sorry for the things I said. I shouldn't have said them. I guess I'm still angry about this whole thing. Maybe this wasn't a good idea. Maybe we should have gone to counseling before we moved back in together."

"I'm glad you let me move back. I couldn't take sleeping alone another night," she said. "I'd have gone crazy if I had to spend another day without seeing you. Why do you think I came up to your fucking job yesterday? I know it's going to take a lot of work to get you back Eric, but I'm going to do it. I swear that things with us are going to be even better," she said. "Now let's go to bed."

She followed me upstairs, and when I got to the master bedroom came in and sat down on the bed. She pulled her shirt over her head and started taking off her clothes. "Andie what are you doing?" I asked.

"Getting undressed so we can go to bed silly," she smiled. 

"Andie, we won't be sleeping together or doing anything else for a while," I said. "There are plenty of bedrooms in the house, pick one." 

Andie tried her best to hide her tears. "You aren't even trying," she said. "Maybe you don't love me anymore."

The next morning, I was up showered and almost gone before Andie got out of bed. I was backing out of the driveway, when Andie came running out of the house, still in only her bra and panties. She tapped on my window and I let it down. "I left you a key on the island in the kitchen," I said. "I hadn't gotten around to cancelling your credit cards so they still work," I rolled the window back up only to have her tap on it again.

"You were going to leave without telling me good bye?" she asked. "I noticed that you don't want to kiss me or touch me, but you need to say goodbye to me just to be polite."

"Andie you were asleep," I said. "I didn't want to wake you."

"I didn't sleep very well anyway, and you can wake me anytime you want. Even if it's just to tell me goodbye, or good night, or good morning. Even better if you wanted to kiss me, or hug me or feel me up or fuck me," she said. "No matter what I've done, I'm still yours and I always will be. I know I messed up, but I am trying to fix it."

When I got to work Myrna asked me "Are you back with Andie?"

"Kind of, on a trial basis," I said.

"Good, maybe you can get your head out of your ass now." she said. "She left you a stack of messages that all say the same thing. She loves you. You must've fucked the shit out of her last night. Why not give her your new phone number so she can call you herself, and save me any future embarrassment."

When I got home that night, I was feeling better. I said Hi to Andie when I came in and started changing for my run.

"Is it Okay if I invite a couple of guests for dinner?" she asked. 

"Andie it's your house too, you don't have to ask me things like that. You never did before."

Actually I was kind of glad that we wouldn't be having another awkward night alone. I met Mel coming out of her house. We ran our usual slow four mile loop and talked all the way. I couldn't help noticing that Mel had dropped a lot of weight especially around her tummy and she was looking really good. "I bought a new swim suit today," she said. "It's still a one piece, but Mike's eyes bugged out when he saw it on me. He came over towards me and reached for me, until I told him that if he touched me I'd cut his balls off."

"How are things with you two?" she asked.

"Weird," I answered. "Our chemistry is just gone. it's like I'm starting all over with a new person. And I get so angry at her sometimes."

"It'll pass," said Mel. "The first time Mike cheated on me, it took over six months for me to even sleep in the same room with him. Another month before we had sex, and even then, it just wasn't the same. Give it some time."

When we got done. I said Goodbye to Mel, and started to go into the house. Andie opened the door for me and then went to talk to Mel. When I got out of the shower, I went downstairs to see what Andie had made for dinner. It smelled great. I went out onto the deck and immediately got pissed.

Mike was sitting nervously in one of my lounge chairs.

"I told you not to ever set foot in my fucking house again asshole," I snapped. "Get out, now."

"Eric, baby, I asked Mike and Melissa to come over tonight for dinner and a swim," said Andie. "Please sit down, I've got some things I need to say." Melissa stood up and came over to the lounge chairs near us and I was shocked. A month of running and not eating much had done wonders for her figure. I had trouble taking my eyes off of her. Her already large breasts were showcased in the swim suit. It nipped in to show off her now slimmer waist and flared back out. The suit was cut very high on the hips and her ass cheeks were nowhere near covered by the thin strip of material in the back. The sight of Melissa in that suit was nearly pornographic. This time there was no hiding my reaction. I hoped that Andie and Mike hadn't noticed, but Mel grinned a bit.

"Until recently, the four of us were the best of friends," began Andie. "Mike and I did something that while it was cheap and stupid, and not even good, messed that friendship up. With the four of us there were seven relationships. Us as a whole, the guys, Mel and I, Mike and I, and Mel and Eric, and the two marriages. Of those seven relationships Six of them have been either ruined, or damaged severely. I don't think that things will ever be the same among us. We may never be friends again. Maybe that's too much too hope for. But I do have a suggestion that might go a long way towards at least saving the two marriages."

"I don't think that's possible Andrea," said Melissa. 

"I feel like Eric doesn't love me anymore and that's killing me," said Andie. "I'd give anything just to have him hold me again. He hates Mike so bad I can feel the heat from him right now. And Mel you aren't ready to even consider forgiving Mike. Eric hates Mike because Mike had sex with me. It makes him think of me as damaged goods and he doesn't want me anymore. You hate me too Melissa, and you hate Mike for having sex with me. The reason this is so bad is because there's no balance. To balance this out, I think that Eric and Melissa should have sex."

No one said a word. You could hear crickets chirping in the background. "How would that help anything," asked Mike. "They're practically dating already," he snapped. "She's been coming over to your house every fucking day, to go out and run, or swim with him, or workout with him. They even eat fucking dinner together a lot. Not that I'm complaining, because all of the workouts and shit have her looking better than she's ever looked. I'm ashamed to admit this but I've cheated on Mel way more times than I should have. And Andie all of that shit I told you was bullshit, I just wanted to fuck you. But I'm human and I have urges, and I act on them. How do we know that those two haven't already been fucking, and just didn't tell us. I catch her all the time staring out our kitchen window at him, while she's grading her fucking papers."

"Melissa and I have never done that," I said. "Neither of us is a cheater, and I hate to admit this but I agree with Mike. I don't see how two wrongs are supposed to make a right.

"If Mike stole your baseball and got it dirty, wouldn't it be fair for you to get to use his and get it dirty as well? Then you'd be even and you could be friends again," said Andie. "It's simplistic, but the logic fits."

Let's just eat and we'll talk about it more later said Andie. We ate and though we'd had dinner together many times before, it was different this time. Even more different than you'd expect it to be.

I hate Mike and would never imagine myself speaking to him again let alone us being friends. Mike didn't hate me, but he felt uncomfortable around me because he didn't know if I was going to jump up and kick his ass at any moment, or decide that I wanted to fuck his wife, who he was interested in all of a sudden. Melissa was pissed at Mike and planning on divorcing him and adopting a child. I still didn't know how I felt about Andie, but was having trouble looking away from Melissa. Melissa felt sorry for Andie, but she kept looking at me. Andie was pissed at Mike for lying to her and using her. Andie was jealous of Melissa because Mel and I were actually the only two at the table who were speaking to each other, and for once she had the idea that someone could take away something that she wanted, namely me.

After dinner Andie cleared the table. Mike sat alone on the deck and watched as Mel and I spoke to each other out of hearing range. Mel and I decided to play with Mike and Andie's minds for a while.

"Melissa and I have decided to think about it," I announced. "We really have become friends through all of this and are going to spend a little more time together. Maybe we'll do it, maybe we won't. Maybe we'll do it and not tell you. Maybe we won't do it and will tell you we did just to mess with you."

"Oh hell no," said Mike. 

"I don't like that either," sniffed Andie. 

"To quote what someone told me not too long ago, These are our bodies and we can do what we want with them," I said. "Tomorrow night Mel and I are going out together. Maybe when we get back it will have happened, maybe it won't."

"Why can't you just take her upstairs and fuck her now," said Mike. "Let's just get this shit over with.

"I really don't like this," said Andie. "This isn't fair."

"Why not?" I asked, "You got to do it your way and then bragged about it afterwards. You couldn't wait to tell me how you'd done it and it wasn't any good and it didn't mean anything. Then you expected me to just let it go and say, "Oh Andie, you were right everything is just fucking fine."

"But everything isn't fine is it Andie? And everything may never be fine again. So Mel and I are going to do this the way we want. Just like you did. Only this time it will be the cheaters who are sitting home hurting."I said.

"But there's a difference here," said Andie. "With me and Mike, it was just sex. Mike thinks that I'm a spoiled bitch, and he wouldn't put up with my shit in a million years. He just wanted to fuck me because I have a nice body. I think Mike is a disgusting slob and I'm not attracted to him at all, I just wanted to fuck someone other than Eric, for one God damned time. Melissa, Deny it if you want to, but you like my husband. I'm not just talking about sex here, you're attracted to Eric, and he hasn't been able to look away from your tits and your ass or your face all fucking night. There is a real danger here of you two liking this too much, so I agree with Mike. You two should just fuck now and get it over with, or forget the whole idea. I've been through too much shit trying to get my husband back, to just give him away to you."

Melissa and I looked at each other, and moved in closer to each other. then we wrapped our arms around each other as Andie looked on in horror and tears appeared in the corners of her eyes. I have to admit that she felt really good, amazing in fact. Then we brought our faces close together pushed off away from each other and shook hands. "See you tomorrow Mel," I said. "Don't forget we're shooting for 5 miles."

I grabbed a beer off the table and headed upstairs. "Well, I've got papers to grade," said Mel as she headed next door.

Mike and Andie just stood there with their mouths open.

A little while later Andie knocked on the door of my room. "Can we talk?" she asked.

"I guess," I answered.

She came into the room wearing a long robe that covered everything. That was a first. She'd obviously been crying again.

"I'm going to get you an escort," she said.

"What the fuck are you talking about now, Andie?" I asked.

"Well, It's only right that you get to fuck someone else to make up for what I did, but I don't want it to be Melissa." she said.

"I still have no clue what you're talking about, Andie."

"There's something going on between you and Melissa. You may not see it. She may not see it, but trust me it's there, and it scares the shit out of me. Eric, all my life I've been the pretty girl. I always knew I could have any guy I wanted. I never had to worry about losing a boyfriend to anyone else, even though I didn't put out. This is hard for me to admit but, until tonight I never took Melissa seriously. I mean she's always been kind of borderline pretty, but she's shorter and chunkier than I am. She has big tits, but I have everything else, and her gut was kind of a turn off. 

But now my marriage is crumbling, and stress and worrying about what I may have lost has been hard on me. I'm not looking my best. And Melissa has somehow, lost that gut and toned up crazily. Even I had to admit tonight she looked really good in that fucking swim suit. And you noticed it too. Mike is really pissed and he doesn't want you anywhere near her. You too spend way too much time together. I'm really afraid that with your anger towards me and your so called friendship with her, that I could lose you," she said.

"I realize now that I've been kind of selfish during our marriage and took you for granted, but that's over now. It won't happen again, I promise. I know that I don't have the right to ask for any favors but I'm begging you for this one. If you have to have your revenge fuck, I'll get you anyone you want, a model, an athlete, a hooker, a porn-star, Britney Spears, or a God Damned circus clown. I'll even try and hook you up with my sister if you want. Anybody except Melissa," she said.

I started laughing and the sheet pulled down a bit revealing my chest and the upper region of my stomach. Andie looked and I heard her sigh quietly. And I wondered suddenly what she was doing for sex. It had been over a month, since the incident, and Andie needed sex daily at least.

"I'm serious Eric," she said. "I know you better than anyone in the world, and before tonight, I've never seen you look at anyone except me that way. And when Melissa hugged you in your little handshake parody, her eyes almost rolled back in her head when you guys made contact. When you stopped hugging her, I thought her fucking nipples were going to shred that suit. But that's not the real problem is it."

"What is the real problem Andie?" I snapped. "Are you afraid of not being in control of the situation? You get to go off and pick the biggest scumbag we know, who also used to be my best friend, and fuck him on my deck in broad day light. But you want to get to choose who I have sex with, to make sure it isn't someone who threatens you. Is that the problem?"

"No Eric," she said. "That's not the problem. The problem is that to me there's a difference between love and sex. I could go out tonight and have sex with three guys, and you'd still be the only man that I love. I can separate the two. You can't. If you have sex with Melissa, I'll lose you for good. I'm sure of it. Eventually I'll run out of curiosity, and you and I will settle down and things will be wonderful again, and we'll have all of the things that we want. But if you and Melissa have sex, things won't ever be the same." 




Curiosity



"Eric, I know I shouldn't ask you this, but can I sleep with you tonight? I know you still think I'm damaged, so I know you don't want to have sex with me, but it's been so long since I had a good night's sleep, and felt safe and warm."

"Okay Andie," I heard myself say. She dropped the robe and was naked under it. Then she climbed into bed next to me. Over the next few minutes she slowly moved closer to me until we were almost touching. I felt one of her feet tentatively touch mine and then start inching its way across my legs. 

"Andie, just stop wiggling around and get comfortable," I snapped.

"Are you sure you want me to be comfortable?" she asked quietly.

"I said so didn't I?" It came out far harsher than I'd intended but somehow the tone didn't seem to matter. 

"Okay," said Andie, I could hear the happiness in her voice. The next thing I knew she'd swung one of those long legs over mine, and her left arm was wrapped around me. Her left breast was resting on my upper abdomen, and it's softness was tickling the hair on my stomach. The biggest problem was that this position had her left leg in contact with my dick, and her vagina was in contact with my left leg. I could feel the heat coming from it, and I'm sure Andie could feel me swelling."

"This is sooo much better," Andie cooed. "I've missed this for so long. This is the way I'm supposed to sleep. Are you sure there's nothing you want to say or do before we drift off?"

I was thinking a lot of things right then. Rolling over and taking my pussy back was chief among them. I started to say something and my arm rubbed against her breast. "Ohhh!," exclaimed Andie.

"Sorry, that was an accident," I snapped.

"Don't be sorry," said Andie. "I didn't mind at all."

That was the problem, I realized. I don't think she minded who fucked her as long as she got fucked. Even though I didn't see her fucking Mike, My mind was flooded with images of Andie with her legs spread wider than humanly possible, and Mike's hairy ass pumping up and down between those legs, while his dick plunged in and out of what should have been my pussy. All of a sudden, my dick shrank and I was uncomfortable being close to her. I rolled over in the opposite direction with my back to her and no contact. "Sorry, I'm not comfortable sleeping on my back," I snapped. "Good night Andrea." 

As I drifted off to sleep, I heard her quietly sobbing. I felt bad about the way things were between us. I also felt guilty because she was clearly trying hard to fix things in our relationship, and I had adopted a very casual attitude about it. I guess my mind said let's just wait and see. If it works, it does. If not, we tried.

Early the next morning I dreamed that Melissa was giving me a blow job. It shocked me because until that point I'd actually never had a sexual thought about Melissa. Seeing her in that swimsuit the previous night had definitely put her on my radar though. In the dream Mel stopped sucking me and mounted me. She slowly lowered her steaming hot pussy over my dick until our pubic bones were touching. Then she started to ride me in small short strokes. God that woman was good, she knew exactly what I liked, as if we'd been screwing each other for years. I reached up to feel those big tits that I'd been so enthralled with at the pool last night and couldn't find them. All I felt was a small pert breast with a rock hard nipple. In a second I realized what was going on and grabbed Andie by her shoulders and pulled her off of me.

"What the fuck is wrong with you, Andie?" I screamed at her. 

"I'm sorry, I just wanted you so badly," she cried. "And you liked it, and you needed it too."

"I was asleep, Andie. I didn't know what was going on. My mind keeps going back to a time before all of this happened. Back when there was only us. Back before you fucked us up. We were so happy then and in the dream I was having, it was like old times when we couldn't get enough of each other," I was lying through my teeth, but telling her that I was dreaming about fucking Melissa would have only made things worse. The surprising thing was that I had never lied to Andie before then, and I guess I should have felt guilty about it, but I really didn't. That didn't bode well for the relationship.

"So why can't we just pretend that it's still like that?" she cried. "Or pretend that we're past all of my curiosity, and the damage it did to us. that way we could undo all of this bullshit and get back to just us."

"Andie I'm not that good at pretending," I said. "You want me to pretend that you didn't fuck Mike. Pretend that we hadn't talked about it before hand. Pretend that you didn't just fuck over 10 years of friendship and trust and love, because you were curious about what another dick would feel like."

" Okay Andrea, since you're so good at games, hold out your hands and close your eyes."

Andie held her hands up in front of her. "Remember the way we used to feel about each other. Run that through your mind. Remember the closeness. Imagine the fact that I loved you so much I couldn't stand to be away from you. I would have done anything for you. I'd have chewed my arm off to get to you. Having sex with you was the greatest thing in the world. Every inch of your body was a treasure to me. Andie, I've had my fingers, my dick and my tongue in every orifice of your body. I've drank, licked or smelled every fluid or substance you put out. When you had the flu, I still stuck my tongue down your throat not only so we could be sick together, but so I could taste your snot. I always had the feeling that if you ever died, even if it wasn't from sickness or disease or old age, even if it was something stupid like a car accident, that I'd die soon after. I'd have to because I was simply not capable of living without you." 

"Can you feel that Andrea?" I smirked. "Put all of those feelings in one hand." Even in the dark I could see Andie smiling.

"Now for the other hand," I began. "Have you noticed the distance between us now? Have you noticed that I still have trouble being in the same room with you for more than a few minutes. I really tried last night but sometimes you still make my skin crawl when you touch me. Do you understand that Andie? When I come home now I don't run through the house trying to find you because I can't bear to be away from you anymore. Sometimes I find myself praying that you're out visiting someone, but then I wonder who you're visiting, and whether or not you're fucking them. Every time you brush up against me even by accident, I need to take about a hundred showers before I feel clean. At this point if you were in an accident I don't know whether I'd even feel sad let alone die. In some ways I know that you're trying to save our marriage Andrea. But I can't help feeling that maybe it would be better if we just let it die. If we go our separate ways it'll hurt me for a while, but I was almost over it. I'm not sure that it would even hurt you, because you were so eager to risk throwing it away so you could fuck Mike. I don't trust you anymore, and I'm not sure that I ever will again. Melissa says it'll take time. But I don't think we can ever get back what we had, and I wonder if I wouldn't be better off looking for something like that with someone else, than settling for a pale imitation of it with you. In short we're like a broken glass Andrea. all of the water is flowing out of the hole. Only it's not water flowing out, it's my love for you. Unless we find some way to plug the leak, it's all going to be gone." Andie's smile had now faded and she was crying again.

"Compare those two sets of feelings Andie," I snapped. "Which one do you like better?"

"The first one," she said quietly. "That's what I want back so badly. I'd do anything to have that back. And despite what you think, we're going to get it. It may take a little time and a lot of work but I promise you when this is all done, we'll be back there. And we'll be stronger."

Something in what she'd just said set my alarm bells off but I didn't pay them any attention.

"So Andrea, think about that second hand, the way things are now, feels like," I said.

"I don't want to," she said. "I don't like it. I hate it."

"But you need to really run it through your mind Andie. It's really important to us for you to know that," I said seriously.

"But why, it's ugly and I don't feel like you love me anymore," she snapped.

"Because Andie, it's what you wanted to find out from the start," I said. "That's what another dick feels like. Now you know." I went into the shower and got ready to go to work leaving Andie in the bed sobbing. I hated to be so hard on her, but none of this seemed to be getting through to her. Several of the things she'd said had filled me with dread and uncertainty.

She'd said, "When all of this is over." And in another conversation she'd said, "When my curiosity is all done."

She'd also told me next time I won't be this honest. I won't tell you. 

Over the next few weeks things slowly improved between me and Andie. We got back to the point where I was able to stay in the same room with her. And we even spent time sitting next to each other on the deck after dinner. Mel joined us sometimes which always made Andie jealous, but I could tell she was trying not to say anything. She hated the fact that Mel and I still spent a lot of time together.

"Have you fucked her yet?" Andie asked me one night out of the blue. She was really angry because she'd seen me hug Mel after one of our runs. We'd just done our first ten miler and were just two friends congratulating each other for a big accomplishment. But Andie's jealousy got out of hand.

"If I had, you probably wouldn't still be here," I replied. Andie burst into tears and ran away.

Later she came out on the deck. "I'm sorry," she said. "It just hurts sometimes. I've been back in our house for almost 3 months and things are better between us, I can feel that, but you still won't even touch me let alone have sex with me. But then I see you hugging her. And I know that to you it's just a buddy hug, but if you saw the way the two of you looked into each other's eyes and embraced, you'd understand why I want to strangle that bitch."

"Now you know why Mike and I will never be friends again," I said. "The difference is that I only hugged Mel. In public, with all of our clothes on. You let Mike fuck you."

"Yes I did," she snapped. "I let Mike fuck me. So now I'm damaged good forever, and the only man I love, the one who promised to love me forever, won't even touch me. Do you know why I hate Melissa so much now? It's not just the fact that you guys are friends, it's because I would literally die, to have you hug me, the way you just hugged her. The two of you, are so easy together. So confident, and comfortable around each other. Mike and I aren't like that, and as you never stop bringing up, He fucked me. He and I had sex, and it hasn't made us nearly as close as you and Melissa are. But in your mind, love and sex are connected. Where's the connection between Mike and me? We hate each other now because we fucked, and it's cost us our happiness."

"Eric, if I let someone drive your precious Mustang, you would be pissed. Let's say it was one of our neighbors who really wanted to see what driving it was like. So I let him drive it around the block one fucking time. Less than a mile so your odometer doesn't even change. He doesn't damage the car, and you wouldn't have even known except for the fact that you came home and saw him pulling into the driveway. How would you react to that? I know you'd be pissed at me of course. But let's not talk about your feeling towards me. Let's talk about how you'd feel about your precious fucking car."

She could see me getting angry just at the thought of it, because we both knew that I'd probably kill him, cut the body up into small pieces and bury them all over the country. No one touched my Mustang.

"You'd probably wash the car two or three times, inside and out. Recondition the leather with some of your Armor All leather cleaner. Even though he's only sat in the driver's seat you'd do all of the seats and the interior. You'd do the driver's seat twice maybe three times. You'd do the steering wheel and everything else he touched at least three times. You'd be angry as hell. It would probably take a couple of days, maybe even a week but I doubt that, but then you'd drive that car again wouldn't you? You couldn't help it. You love that car, so even if someone else despoiled your precious car, you'd drive it again."

"You wouldn't have keys to it ever again, and if I didn't drive it. I'd reprogram the garage door so no one could even get near it but I guess I would drive it again," I admitted.

"So why the fuck won't you drive me?" she snapped. "Mike fucked me for 5 God Damned minutes, one time. I keep telling you there was nothing special about it. I didn't even like it. I was only curious. I've taken hundreds of showers since then, but you still haven't even kissed me and it's been 3 months. Not even a peck. You told me a few weeks ago that having sex with me was the greatest thing you could think of. If you'd go back to driving the car again. Why can't we go back to having sex. A hug like the one you just gave Melissa would at least give me some hope Eric."

"I should have figured that's what all of this is about," I said slowly. "How about tonight," I said smiling as I pulled out my iPhone.

"You're going to hug me tonight?" she asked hopefully. 

"I thought you wanted to be driven," I smiled. "I thought you wanted to have sex."

"I do, I do...!" she said, so excited she was bouncing up and down.

"It's for you," I said handing her my phone. When she heard Mike's voice over the phone her whole face turned red and she flung it as hard as she could. That's how I lost that iPhone.

The end of the summer was coming up and Andie and I decided to throw a party. Just a few friends and neighbors, and some family members. Melissa was invited, which made Andie really pissed, but Mike wasn't which made me really happy. Her Parents and siblings and their spouses were coming. We were very busy planning it and buying food and supplies for the party when it happened.

Mel and I had just come back from a run. I was watching her ass as she went into the house to shower, when I noticed Mike jump over the fence into my yard. Andie had told me that she would be out for a while doing some shopping for the party, so I knew she wasn't home. What the fuck was that bastard doing going into my yard when neither Andie or I was home. I followed him and I swear to God I thought that he was trying to steal something from me, or borrow one of my tools without asking, because he knew that I'd never loan him anything ever again.

Mike didn't stop in my yard he hopped the fence into George and Sandy Cooper's yard. I waited for a few minutes and followed him. He walked right into their house without knocking. I pulled out my new IPhone 4. I got it to replace the IPhone 3GS that Andie had thrown. I crept up to the window. I was sure that Mike was fucking Sandy Cooper now and the video would help Mel get rid of his cheating ass for good.

Sandy Cooper wasn't home. But George was, he and 2 other guys were fucking Andie at the same time. "Last time you wanted to try double penetration bitch," said George. "This time you're getting three at a time. That should take care of your curiosity, slut."

"I'm next," said Mike.

"No Mike," I already fucked you once. You weren't any good, and you fucked up my marriage," said Andie. "I almost lost Eric because of you."

"Shit Andie, I just wanted to see if I could make you scream the way that he does. I almost lost Melissa too. She hasn't fucked me since then. At least you get fucked." said Mike.

"It isn't the same," snapped Andie. "I just wanted to try the group thing out of curiosity. I really don't feel anything, except for a lot of rubbing and thrusting. These guys can't do it either. To get me to have an orgasm they have to eat me or masturbate me. No matter how hard they pound me with their dicks it isn't doing anything. There must be something to Eric's theory about love and sex. "

"But Andie if you don't fuck me, I'll tell Eric you did this, and at least then he might forgive me and talk to Mel for me. I only fucked you once, this is George's 3rd time and the 2nd time you've done more than one guy," said Mike.

"This is never going to happen again, my curiosity is all settled," said Andie. "After tonight no one but Eric will ever touch me, so if that's what it takes to shut you up, I'll let you stick your tiny little dick in me for 5 more minutes. Unlike these guys you won't even need a condom since you only shoot blanks."

I didn't stay long enough to see mike get his turn. God Damn it, I thought I was all cried out over Andie but I wasn't. I ran into the house and started packing everything that I needed. I was loading my suitcase into the Mustang when Melissa came out of her house.

"Eric, What's wrong?" she asked.

I gave her the phone and hit the play button. "Eric, I'm so sorry," she said. She was crying too and I could tell she meant it. "Where are you taking her this time? Back to her parent's house?"

"No Mel, I'm leaving this time. There's no way back from this one. I just need to get away, while I start hiding my assets to limit my exposure in the divorce. Believe it or not I'll probably miss you more than I'll miss that cheating whore," I said.

"No you won't, don't say things that aren't true," she said. "Wait a minute I need to get something." Mel ran into her house and came back with a suitcase. She threw it in the trunk next to mine, and said "Let's go."

I looked at her in shock.

"I told you a long time ago, I was getting rid of Mike. This is as good a time as any," she said. "Unless...you don't want me to come with you."

I hadn't given any thought to where I'd go. So we drove around for a while and ended up eating at the lake. As it started to get dark and we still hadn't made any plans, I told Mel that we'd have to check into a motel. 

I saw the first of those awful romantic couples come strolling along the water front. I was so enraged that I grabbed my supersized soda and heaved it at them. It would have hit them too, if Mel hadn't grabbed my arm and made the throw go off target. 

As soon as we got back in the car, my phone started ringing. I saw that it was Andie and let it go to voice mail.

We drove to the nearest hotel we could find. It turned out to be the Summit Inn. A little pricey, but at least we wouldn't have to worry about hookers. I'd seen enough whores on my phone tonight to last me a lifetime. Which really was funny because I'd always thought I was going to spend my lifetime with the whore on my phone.

Mel and I stepped up to the desk and put our suitcases down. A few seconds later a gangly old man got behind the desk.

"Gee mister, your wife sure is pretty," he said.

I looked at him strangely and said, "My wife is a cheating blonde slut. She's the ugliest bitch I can think of because of it."

"Her hair isn't blonde," he said puzzled.

Suddenly I realized he was talking about Mel. I smiled and said, "Yeah you're right, she really is pretty. She's the most beautiful woman I know."

"We need two rooms," I said.

"One," said Melissa. "Neither of us should be alone tonight."

"Oh boy, we're in trouble," I said as we stepped into the room. "There's only one bed."

Melissa started laughing. "Eric, whether you know it or not, you're my best friend. I trust you totally. We'll be fine, whatever happens . But we need to have a talk." I didn't know whether to run out of the room or not. Whenever a woman says, "We need to have a talk," or any words to that effect, it's always fucking serious.




Curiosity & Her Cat



Her fingers thumbed through the pages nervously. She thought about what she was doing, but found herself compelled to continue. The magazine was that of her husbands, fact he bought every months issue since they were married. She also knew he would spend a lot of time in the bathroom with them, more than likely jerking off. 

Their marriage of three years left a lot to be desired, sex was scarce and satisfaction was nill. Often, she too would spend time with herself, achieving more pleasure alone in bed rather then with her husband Tim. 

Although she never thought about being with another woman, she couldn't help but admire the beautiful young women on the pages before her. One that caught her eye more so than the others was Miss December. She was a tall brunette with hair slightly passed her shoulders and a near perfect body. Darned in nothing but a Santa hat and laying in all her glory. Flipping back and forth from page to page, Trina realized her moistness was growing. Turned on by the young brunette, Trina slid her hand past her belly, down to her pleasure spot. She began to massage her outer lips, sliding a finger over her now soaking entrance. Cautious not to spend to much time on her opening, she pulled her finger back. Using her own juices she then lubricated her now over sensitive clit. Almost instantly she brought herself to an extremely, intense orgasm. 

Shortly thereafter she stood to her feet, slipping her saturated panties to the floor, then picking them up and shoving them into her face. Smelling her own juices always turned her on. At one point she placed her tongue on the wettest area, noting the taste of her pleasure. Laughing almost like a schoolgirl, she thought to herself "this was only an introduction, yum." 

Later that evening she prepared to do her normal weekly shopping. Tim was watching the 6:00 news as always. She fixed him his scotch and water, then went to change. Undressing, and standing before the mirror, she also noticed her own beauty. At age 26 and no children, she was in great shape. She worked out at the country club often, and jogged in her spare time. She picked out a short black minny skirt and white blouse to wear to the market. As she was heading out the door, a thought entered her head. A wickedly exciting thought, the kind that gave her that twinge of nervous pain in her lower belly. Without hesitation, she removed her panties, making sure to put them back in the dresser. "Now she was ready." 

Upon arriving at the market, she couldn't help but notice the feeling of freedom she gained without her underwear. Before she opened the car door, she slid her hand under her skirt. Her clit was throbbing and she wanted to cum. She barely rubbed herself, when she started to gasp, her pulse was racing as she felt her muscles tighten. Looking around to make sure she wasn't being watched, she continued. Once she was sure, she rubbed her clit a little faster and harder, almost instantly exploding into waves of pleasure. After she stopped trembling, she sat for a moment, shaking off her intense orgasm. 

Entering the store, she went about her shopping. Making her way through the isles, picking up her normal groceries, she couldn't help but feel the uneasy feeling that she was being watched. Squatting down to reach a can of fruit from the bottom shelf, she realized her hot sweetness was being exposed. This was a thrill all of it's own, it was as close to public nudity as she had ever been. And she loved it! She continued with her shopping, still feeling uneasy. The thought of being watched was as thrilling as it was scary. Slowly she turned around, expecting to see who she thought was watching her. To her surprise there was no one there. All the same, she thought. About that same time a dirty thought slowly entered her head. What if she was to squat down again, this time using her compact to reflect her beauty and the way it was exposed? Looking up and down the isle, making sure the coast was clear, she set her plan in action. Pulling the compact out of her purse, she opened it and checked her lipstick. Cautiously she kneeled down, sliding it between her legs. At first all she could see was shadows, until she slightly turned, reflecting the light between her thighs. 

Her heart was pounding, as her pulse quickened. Reflected on the mirrored surface, was the beautifully trimmed area, she called her own. Once again her clit began to throb. The pounding of her heart, coincided. As if her love button had it's own. She held the mirror a little closer, and opened her legs a little wider. Now her lips parted, exposing her tight opening. As she looked intensely, she could see her moistness gathering around her entrance. Never in her life had she experienced such desire, she wanted to explode right there. Entranced in her overwhelming pleasure, she let her guard down. The uneasy feeling she had felt before, was back. Before she could remove the mirror and stand up, a soft almost seductive voice, interrupted her silence. Can I get between there? gently she asked. Much to Trina's surprise, the young woman didn't wait for reply, but bent directly over her reaching for the cocktail onions in front. Her legs were long and slender, Trina guessed her weight to be about the same as hers. She had extremely long black hair, and looked to be in her early twenties. As the woman debated on prices, Trina looked up. But to her surprise the young woman wasn't looking at prices, but in turn had her eyes fixed directly on the mirror, admiring Trina's overly excited love canal. Trina, almost out of breath, gasps as the woman stood up. Still not leaving her side, the woman turned around, politely placing her well formed ass, directly in Trina's face. Turning back to her cart, Trina finally stood to her feet. Blushing, she then decided to try and make eye contact. To her dismay, the woman hard turned and was heading away. 

With her heart still pounding and her head dizzy from excitement, she attempted to do the rest of her shopping. Food was the farthest thing from her mind, she couldn't believe she was that close to actually sharing something with another woman. When she finally cleared her head enough, she finished up her shopping and was ready to check out. Placing the food on the counter, Trina realized that she too picked up a jar of cocktail onions, , , she was that wrapped up in her moment. Back at the car she placed the groceries in her trunk and was sadly heading home. 

As she was placing her seatbelt on, her thoughts laid heavy on the young woman. She was ready for this change, her body craved it. She still loved Tim, but she knew he would never be able to give her the raw pleasures she required. 

Just as she prepared to pull out of the parking lot, the young sensual voice returned. "Hey you, my name is Terri." Totally surprised, Trina turned and smiled. Hello my name is Trina, as the two women shook hands. I couldn't help but notice you bought cocktail onions also, big party tonight? asked Terri. No replied Trina, probably a couple of martinis, while I watch my husband pass out on the chair, laughingly Trina replied. That's terrible, replied Terri, reminds me of my husband Jeff. Gone all the time, and when he is here, he's either sleeping or plays some sad attempt to make love, both women laughed. Tim usually last about three minutes, mentioned Trina, Christ you can't even buy a pack of cigarette in less than five. The two woman laughed and talked a little longer. 

Several minutes went by as the two women bonded. Shortly there after Terri bent over as if to whisper something to Trina. Close enough to where Trina could feel her warm breath on her neck, Terri proceeded to tell her she had watched her in the store. She told her how she doesn't even like onions, but she came to that isle to meet her. She also told her she damn near came on the spot, when she realized what she was doing. Trina let out a deep breath, trying to take all of this in. Her head was starting to spin again, but she wasn't going to let this one pass. As there eyes met, both women had to restrain from sharing tongue. It was to risky right there, like that. Both of their husbands home, that eliminated that. Trina's car was to small to do any justice. That's when Terri told her she had a Ford scout, with tinted windows. 

Without hesitation, Trina rolled up her windows and locked the doors. They made there way to the other end of the parking lot, when Terri had parked. Climbing into the vehicle, both women lock there doors. As they talk for a moment, Terri reached out and touched Trina's hand. That simple touch, ignited the flames burning deep within both women. 

Terri motioned Trina into the back seat. As Trina bent over, Terri shoved her face right up against Trina's ass, and inhaled, as if to smell her scent. Both women unlatched the back seat, then laid it flat. Terri reached into one of the compartments and pulled out an emergency blanket. Instantly both women laughed intensely, was this not a fuckin emergency? lol. Spreading the blanket out, both women sat on there knees, facing one another. They were both young and both without child, therefore their bodies were in their prime. 

Trina reached for Terri and placed her hands on her thighs. Terri reached over and placed a soft kiss on Trina's lips. Almost like instinct, their hands began to fondle one another, their kisses grew deeper and more passionate, as each women searched the others mouth. Trina thought about how soft her lips were, and that the kiss from another woman could never be matched by a man. The two women enjoyed this foreplay for several minutes, each kiss a little deeper, every touch, a little braver. It was then Terri reached for her inner thigh, Trina without hesitation, opened her legs willingly. Closer and closer the two bodies became. Trina unbuttoned her blouse exposing her perfectly round breast, which Terri invited herself to. As her hand met it destination, she was surprised to find Trina literally soaked. She thought to herself briefly, and came to the conclusion that this was not to be wasted on her fingers. She eased Trina on her back, and hiked up her skirt. Trina, all to ready, let her have her way. 

Immediately she went for her inner thighs. The aroma of her pleasures made Terri growl like that of a cat or hungry beast. She buried her face deep within her entrance, noting all her fragrances. Trina moaned and wiggled as Terri slid her tongue deep into her cavern. Her taste alone was enough to send Terri into her frenzy, she hiked up her sundress, and began to pleasure herself. Trina, seeing what was happening, totally lost her control, and began to explode waves of extreme pleasures, all over Terri's face. Terri feeling this happen, shoved her fingers deeper in her own hole, until she too was moaning to her maker. As both women enjoyed multiples orgasms. 

The passion also took a turn when Trina took her turn in tasting her new friend. She was extremely pleased, in the taste of another woman. She wanted this moment to last forever. As the two women lay, and lick each others wounds, one can't help but recognize the cat. The two women talked, and came to the same conclusion, from here on out, they would do there shopping at the same market, the same night, and the same time. As they said their farewells, Trina sighed with the satisfaction of knowing that her curiosity and her cat, have both been pleased. . .



Curiosity and the Pavel Sisters



Sitting at the dinner table with my wife Vivian, her sister Valerie and Valerie's husband Bill I thought again what I had been thinking for years - God but would I love to fuck Valerie. I could even remember the exact time and place that I'd had that thought. It was on my wedding night about two minutes after Vivian and I had consummated our marriage. Sick? Probably, but the circumstances were not necessarily normal.

Vivian and Valerie are identical twins, identical in every way. They walk the same, they talk the same, their mannerisms are the same and not even their parents could tell them apart. It was easy enough when they were young because the parents had some control then, they could dress them differently, put different colored ribbons in their hair and even cut their hair differently. But once the twins were old enough to realize what a unique situation they were in they began to play mind games with the world. They began to dress the same; they wore their hair the same and they did everything that they could to make sure that no one could tell them apart. Once they reached that point the fun began.

Their big thing was to double date and two or three times during the course of the evening they would get up to use the bathroom, come back and switch dates. If you went out with Valerie during the course of the evening your date would be Valerie, Vivian, Valerie, Vivian and so on. Even when it wasn't a double date the two girls still screwed you over. You could make a date with Vivian, but you would never know if it was Vivian you picked up or Valerie. At the end of the date you would take her home and say, "Thanks Viv, I had a great time" and she would giggle and say, "I'm not Vivian, I'm Valerie."

It drove the guys crazy and the two girls thought that it was great fun, but the great time they were having came to an abrupt end when the guys finally got fed up and said, "Fuck this shit!" and stopped asking the girls out.

And so it came to pass that at senior prom time the two best looking girls in school didn't have, and couldn't get, any one to take them. 

In addition to having dated one or the other at one time or another I was also their neighbor. I lived just across the street from them and had for twelve years with the result being that in growing up with them and playing with them as kids I ended up being the butt of their pranks more than any other guy in town. In fact, I was one of the first guys to turn away from them. Five days before the senior prom my date had a death in the family and she and her parents headed back East for the funeral and I decided that rather than go to the prom alone I would just skip it.

Three days before the prom I came home from my part-time job of bagging groceries at the local market to find my father and Mr. Pavel, Val and Vic's dad, sitting at the kitchen table. I was invited to join them and Mr. Pavel said, "I have a problem and you are the only one I know well enough to ask about it. Neither Viv or Val has a date for the senior prom and knowing that they won't be going unless it is with each other is driving them crazy. That in turn is making my wife a basket case. What I can't understand is that they are beautiful girls and they have always been popular. I don't understand it. Do you know what is going on?"

I was hesitant to say anything, but then my dad spoke up, "He's here for help son. If you know anything that can help him you need to tell him."

So I told Mr. Pavel what the problem was and how it came to be.

"I knew that they liked to play games with their uniqueness, but I didn't realize that they had taken it that far. So the bottom line is that they won't be going to the prom, at least not with dates?"

"I'm afraid so," I said and started to get up and leave and then my dad said, "What are you going to do about the prom?"

"Nothing. Pam won't be back from Cleveland until after."

"So you don't have a date?"

I could see where he was going and I quickly said, "I really didn't want to go anyway. I was only going to keep Pam happy." I started to get back up again and my dad told me to sit back down.

"You have a chance to do a good turn here and help out Mr. and Mrs. Pavel."

"No dad. I will not be a party to any more of their stupid little games. I've had enough of them. Besides, which one would I ask? Whichever one it was would still leave the other one without a date."

"So take them both" was the answer I got.

"No! The two of them have screwed over me ever since they were old enough to figure out how to make their appearance work for them. It is about time that the two of them pay a price for all the grief they have caused."

That wasn't the end of it of course. Mr. Pavel didn't say anything, but my dad beat on me until I finally surrendered and I agreed to ask both of them to the prom.

That was a trip. That evening I went across the street and rang the Pavel's doorbell. Mrs. Pavel came to the door and I asked to see Vivian and Valerie. They came into the living room and I said, "You probably already know that Pam had to leave town to attend a funeral so I'm without a date for the prom. I came over to see if you might be interested in going with me."

They looked at each other and then one of them said, "Which one of us are you asking?"

"I was thinking more along the lines of both of you."

"You're joking."

"No I'm not. Think about it. Think of all the times I took one of you out and brought the other one home. Think of all the times I never knew which one of you I was with. This time I still may not know who is who, but at least I can be sure of who I'm with."

We created quite a stir at the prom especially when I danced with both of then at the same time, which I did several times that night. We were also the only ones who arrived in a limousine (courtesy of Mr. Pavel). We hit several parties after the prom and while I never did know for sure which one I was with at any one particular time it didn't seem to matter since the bottom line was that they were both with me.

Naturally the two of them were not going to pass up a chance at creating a little mischief so as we sipped beer and got a little loose the two of them started playing. One of them got me in a corner and started necking with me. Things were getting a little steamy before we broke and came up for air. Five minutes later I was back in the corner and doing it again, but with the same one, or her sister? I didn't know and no one else there knew either and Vivian and Val played it up to the hilt.

"Your sister seems to have the hots for Rob tonight."

"Oh yeah. Valerie has always had a thing for Rob."

Some one else said, "Val better cool it. If things get any steamier in that corner Rob is going to start undressing her.

"I'm Valerie, that's Vivian."

By the time we were headed home in the back of the limousine everyone at the party thought that I was a stud to handling both of the Pavel sisters. But was I? Was it Val all the time or was it Viv? Or was it both of them taking turns? I didn't know, only the girls did. The only thing that I knew was when I got them home and they kissed me goodnight I could not tell the difference. The only think I knew for sure about that night is that it was that night that started me down the aisle with Vivian.

The next day one of the Pavel girls knocked on my door. I opened the door and she smiled at me and said, "May I come in?"

"And which one of the lovely Pavel girls wishes admittance?"

"I'm Vivian."

I stepped aside and waved her in and she sat down on the couch and said, "I just came over to thank you for what you did for Val and me. Neither of us would have gone to the prom except for you. It was a sweet thing for you to do and I'd like to show my appreciation by taking you out Saturday night."

She saw the look that came over my face and she laughed, "Just you and me Rob. No double date."

That started the romance. We went steady for the rest of high school and the first year and a half of college. We became engaged and three months after graduation we were married. Two minutes after I dropped next to Vivian on the bed, totally exhausted, I was staring up at the ceiling and wondering what it would be like to fuck her sister Valerie.

Hey, it was her own fault. She and Valerie were the ones always playing games before we started going steady. They walked and talked alike, they dressed alike and you couldn't tell which was which when you necked with them, so would they make love the same? Would they make the same sounds, clutch and grab at you the same way? Would their, "Oh yes, oh god yes, oh fuck meeeeeeeeeeeeee" sound the same or be totally different? I had no way of knowing and even though the question was always on my mind every time I saw Valerie I knew that I would never know.

The years slipped past and then it was our fifth wedding anniversary and Val and her husband Bill took us out to dinner and once again I found myself sitting across the table looking at Val and wondering what it would be like to fuck her. It wasn't lust; it wasn't the need to get some 'strange' or my being tired of Vivian. It was wanting to know if there was any difference. During the course of the evening it came out that Bill was going to be going out of town for a few days so the gals made plans to go shopping and to have dinner one night while he was gone.

Two nights later I came home from work to find Viv getting ready to go out. When I asked what was up she reminded me that she and Val were going shopping and then have dinner together.

"I may be late baby, or I might even decide to spend the night. This will be the first time since they have been married that Val has been alone and I don't think she cares for the idea. If I decide to stay I'll call you."

"You going out shopping and out to eat in those old rags?" and I pointed at the paint stained jeans and ratty old sweatshirt.

"Why not, we're only going to crawl the mall and then catch something at a Wendy's or some place like that."

She called me about ten that evening and told me that she was going to stay the night with Val so I headed off to bed. The next morning the phone woke me up and it was Viv.

"We can't get Val's car started. Come save us."

When I got there Viv was waiting on the porch, "I've got to run home and change baby; I don't want to be late for work."

I pointed at the sweatshirt; "Looks like you made a good choice in wearing that."

She looked down at the catsup and mustard stains, shrugged, gave me a quick kiss on the cheek and took off.

The problem with Val's car was a simple one - the battery cable was loose on the negative terminal and corroded on the positive one. It only took a couple of minutes, some baking soda and water and a half-inch wrench to fix the problem. I went inside and told Val she was good to go and she offered me breakfast and I took her up on the offer.

Surprise, surprise, she cooked just like Vivian. Little rings around the eggs to keep them from spreading out, a bacon press to keep the bacon flat and cooking evenly, and even the coffee tasted the same as the coffee Vivian brewed. I sat down and dug in, but I wasn't prepared for what happened next.

Valerie left the room and when she came back several minutes later she walked into the room wearing a half-cup bustier, nylons and a pair of Come Fuck Me pumps with five-inch heels. My jaw dropped as I started at her and my cock reared up.

"What do you think? Will it turn Bill on? I had a hard time deciding on this last night, but Viv convinced me that it would give a dead man a hard on."

I just sat there staring at her.

"What's the matter? This shouldn't be new to you. You have seen Viv naked so that means that you've seen me too. So, does this turn you on?"

"Enough so that I'd better get the hell out of here before I do something stupid."

"That's the point sweetie, to try and get you to do something."

"Don't think I'm not tempted because I am, very much so, but I have this thing about being in love with my wife. I don't think what you have in mind would be a good thing for me marriage wise."

"Don't be silly sweetie. I'm not proposing a full blow affair. Just one time to satisfy curiosity."

"Satisfy curiosity?"

"I've seen you looking at me sweetie and I know what you are thinking. "Is she any different in bed, or is she just like Vivian." Am I right?"

I guess the look on my face gave her the answer to that question and she went on, "Well I'm curious too. Just like Viv I was a virgin when I got married and I'd like to see what another man might be like. So, two birds with one stone, we both satisfy our curiosity. What do you say sweetie?"

"Well Val, you read me right. I am curious and as much as I'd like to take you up on your offer I can't. I wouldn't be able to face Vivian if I did. Thanks for the offer babe, you will never know how hard it is for me to turn you down."

I got up and headed for the door and she started laughing. "Hold on there lover. I told Val that you wouldn't go along with it, but she bet me that you would." 

She walked over to me and put her arms around me and gave me a hug. "I've always known that you were curious baby and last night Val and I had just enough wine to get a little silly. She told me Bill was curious and she asked me if you were. I told her yes, but that you would never try to really find out. She bet me that you would under the right circumstances. I told her no way. So we loosened the battery cable and called you. Val put on my clothes and left us here. You were supposed to think I was Val.

"I'm proud of you lover, but I'm feeling nasty right now. I want you to fuck me right here bent over Val's kitchen table and just before you cum I want you to pull out and make a puddle on her kitchen floor. That will teach her to doubt my man."

"Her hand went down to the lump in my trousers, "Oh lover, you're ready." She squatted and pulled my zipper down and pulled out my cock and started licking it. She gave it a couple of quick sucks and then stood up and bent over the table, "Hurry up lover, I still have to get home and get ready to go to work."

She was so ready for me that I slid right in and then I fucked her as hard and fast as I was able as she moaned and groaned. When I was ready I pulled out and shot my wad down onto Val's kitchen floor. Vivian turned around and squatted down in front of me again saying, "Fuck work. I'll just have to be late today" and she started giving me a blow job. When I rose to the occasion she climbed up on the kitchen table, spread her legs and planted her feet, "Hurry lover, hurry."

It took me ten minutes to cum the second time and she cried out, "Oh shit, I wanted you to pull out and leave a mess on her table."

"Too late baby" I said as I leaned over her and drained into her hot pussy. 

When I was totally soft I pulled out of her and she got up off the table, kissed me and said, "Thanks lover, I needed that." 

And the she stepped back and said, "So tell me, how did it feel fucking your wife's sister?" She saw the look that came over my face and she giggled and then said, "Or did you? Do you know? Do you dare ask when you get home tonight?" And then she left the room laughing.



Curiosity & the Threesome



I got this story from someone else. I worked on it and styled it around a bit. See if you like it. As usual with my stuff, you gotta have some humor, or just forget it. 


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Prologue:

His mom and dad were there to see him off. It was nice for once to have someone accompany him to the airport. Usually, no one else bothered, coz they assumed Megan would be there. Terry sank back in his business class seat and adjusted the volume on his i-pod. He turned it up loud. He was glad he had copied his father's Hank Williams and Charley Pride collections. He sought the song as the plane taxied for take off. There it was now, a special dedication to that bitch Megan. Fucking damn shit head Megan!!! 

Then Charley Pride's baritone voice sang into his ears. Terry had never cared much for country music, but Mr. Pride had always fascinated him, because he was a black man. He wondered if the good gentleman had known that his number one song would one day be the perfect song for Terry and Megan. Probably not. Terry lost himself in the music and the lyrics.

"Wind whipping down the neck of my shirt, Like I aint got nothing on, But I'd rather fight the wind and rain, than what I've been fighting at home, Yonder comes a truck with the US mail, People writing letters back home, Tomorrow she'll probably want me back, But I'll still be just as gone. (Chorus) Is anybody going to San Antoine, Or Phoenix Arizona, Anyplace is alright as long as I, Can forget I've ever known her

(Lyrics: Charley Pride, Is anybody going to San Antoine. (Yeah, my American Dad tortured me with country music when I was a kid. I still have most of the lyrics in my head, and a song pops up to every situation)

Chapter 1: Fuck Megan

Terry stepped out of the plane many hours later, and set foot on Brazilian soil. The sunny climate in Rio was a welcome change to the cold winter back home. And the distance to Megan was wonderful.

Terry was glad to be far away from home, and his bitch ass girlfriend of eight years, Megan, who had just dumped him for another guy. Initially, Terry had been heartbroken and feeling like a castrated man. It sure didn't do much for his ego to know that she had left him for someone who offered her the BBD, as in bigger, better deal. For the love of Christ, Terry didn't even know why he had dated Megan so long. She didn't look all that good, she had an average face, flat chest and at the most, an o.k. body. She couldn't cook worth shit, sex with her was not all that great and she was always moody. She always treated him like a jerk, and he had jerked off more often than he had fucked her. 

Megan came from a formerly rich family (her dad lost all the money in some shady investments). She had this air of superiority about her. She was smart and conniving. She knew how to sell herself as someone special and important, and could boss and bully people around. She had had one very convincing argument for Terry. She told him, 

"Do what I want or fuck you!"

Terry had been stupid enough to tell himself that she had a soft interior under her hard shell, and if he took his time and showered her with his nurturing love, she would in time mellow down and learn to love herself and the people who loved and appreciated her. His flimsy excuse for letting her bully him around like a wimp had not fooled anyone except himself.

The fact that she had dumped him for a younger guy, with a bigger bank account and brighter prospects, and that she had explained this to him so calmly, without any shame or remorse, had really pissed him off. 

He was glad he had been given this assignment in Brazil soon after their break up, because he might otherwise have done something stupid. A couple of times when he had been trying to drown his pain in liquor, he had found himself fantasizing of driving to his parents house, stealing his dad's pistol and introducing Megan and her new boyfriend to the Magnum 44. In the first fantasy he was pistol whipping them both and scaring the shit out of them. In the fifth, they were cowering at his feet and begging to perform fellatio on him. By the time he got to the tenth, he was going out like Waco, shooting up bodies and turning the pistol on himself in the end, and taking the hero's exist. 

The funny thing for Terry was that the moment he landed in Brazil, Megan faded to a bleak memory. He felt like a heavy weight had been taken off his shoulders. He suddenly realized that the sadistic, materialistic, conniving, scheming, useless, ugly ho was not worth living for or with, and definitely not worth dying for. 

He gave her a ring, wished her all the best, and told her how free and happy he felt without the burden of sharing his life with her. She sounded pissed as usual. She told him to eat shit and go fuck himself and hung up. For the first time in his life, her words didn't affect him. Terry realized that life was good, without Megan. Very good. 

Chapter 2: Viva Brazil

Terry, 35, was a tall, broad shouldered man with a handsome face, short dark hair and a trimmed beard. As head of the sales department of his company, he was currently negotiating several sourcing contracts with Brazilian firms, and things were moving along smoothly . 

The only regret Terry had was that he was not getting to see much of the country because of work. He liked it in Rio. The relaxed, sunshine-Samba atmosphere of the city was infectious. The flirty Brazilian girls were getting him aroused. He just loved looking after the pretty, skimpily dressed, chocolate brown beauties walking around with a sexy sway to their hips, and sweet, carefree smiles on their faces

After a day of long meetings, Terry decided to visit an open air Samba performance. That decision changed his life. He sat right in the front row, with a perfect view of the stage. He was looking good, in casual attire. 

Terry was impressed by the flexible, dark skinned, muscular men, with awesome abs, and the gorgeous, gracious, sexy, skimpily dressed brown women. He soon found himself tapping his feet and bobbing his head to the unfamiliar yet intoxicating Samba Rhythms.

There was one dancer in particular, who captivated him. She was a tall, slender, busty, curvaceous brown beauty, clad in a tiny, glittering, silver thong, with beads hanging around her waist. Her feather head dress and the facial and body painting made her look like a steamy, pagan sex goddess. And the sexy, effortless way she shook her thick, round butt was simply so artistic. (yeah right) Terry felt his cock grow rigid in his pants.

As she noticed the tall, handsome Gringo ogling her and sending her smoke signals, Danni, the dancer in question, read them like a wise Indian chief, and blew them right back. At the end of the performance, Terry hung around until she came out of the dressing room. They had a quick chat, and exchanged numbers.

Terry had never dated a non Caucasian woman, and he found the exotic, light brown Mamacita simply alluring. That night, he went to bed with a boner, caught a boner dreaming of boning her, and woke up with a boner, probably the same one. (bone in the usa) He definitely wanted some of that chocolate.

24 year old Danni had been a Samba dancer most of her life. When she took to the stage, Danni liked to whip that ass around, and get all the dicks rock hard, and the pussies soaking wet, but she never took it farther than that. She'd been dating a fellow dancer since the age of 16. However, the guy had gone on a tour of Japan and never returned. According to the grapevine, he was now married to a Japanese woman, plus he had developed a preference for Sushi and Toyota. Danni wasn't too sure about the Sushi, (its not really relevant to the story, anyway) but she knew that his ass hadn't called or written ever since. 

Danni was young, sexy, red blooded and horny. She had never dated or screwed a white guy. Some people had told her that white guys couldn't fuck worth jack shit. Others had said they were horny, sex starved maniacs, and if a girl fucked with them, she got no rest. Some had said they had tiny dicks. Yet others had said they pink cobras in their pants. All Danni knew was that she curious about the taste of vanilla. She found the tall, handsome Gringo alluring and wanted to find out if could swing dick or not.

They hooked up the very next day and she took him sight seeing. The sexual tension between them was electrifying. Danni wanted to fuck the tall Gringo blind, but she didn't want him to think she was an easy slut or a hooker. Terry wanted to screw her real bad and put dents in that fine, round, brown ass, but he didn't want to give her the impression that he was just another white tourist trying to run up in sweet chocolate pussy. They played it cool, but by the third evening, they both just wanted to fuck each other senseless. Terry invited the brown sugar babe to his suite for supper, and ordered the best wine on the menu to make the mood a lil more inductive to the sin of Eve. Danni brought a bag of bomb ass weed with her, to help make (sh)it happen.

They were both horny as hell. One moment, they were reclining on the balcony, admiring the night skyline of Rio, the next they were kissing and fondling each other like two horny teenagers. And two moments later, Danni threw her lips to Terry's vanilla Longhorn and made it melt in her mouth like candy. Not to be out done Terry went down on the sweet chocolate pussy and made the Brazilian girl speak Chinese (at least it definitely didn't sound like Portuguese, which he could somewhat speak). Then they were rolling on the bed, banging their heads on the head board and fucking like sex maniacs. 

For the remainder of his days in Brazil, Danni was dancing Samba on his cock whilst and Terry was jumping that tight pussy like a Buffalo Bill and stabbing it with the Longhorn. There was basically a whole lot of fucking going on, laced with a lil conversation. 

When he flew back stateside, his mind was made up. He invited Danni over ASAP. She didn't like his messy flat, but she liked the city. 8 months later they were married. Danni settled in quite well and got a job as a Samba dance teacher with a local fitness centre. 

Terry's mother wasn't too sure about bringing brown n**** babies into the family, but his father was glad that his boy was rid of maggot ass Megan. Anyway, after they got to know Danni well, his family loved her. Terry's friends liked Danni too. He even had to take a couple of them aside and give them stern warnings, for suddenly always turning up, wearing wife beaters and showing off their muscles, when they knew he wasn't home. 

On a personal level, Terry and Danni clicked very well. She was a good natured, good hearted, loving, loyal wife. When she smiled, it was like the sun came out. She was someone he also rushed home to be with. She was a great contrast to his ex, Megan, who had always tried to put him down and make him feel like he wasn't worth jack shit. In fact, he felt that Danni loved and appreciated men, whereas Megan had always acted like they were a necessary evil. What was even better, Danni could cook, and wasn't too important to do house work.

This did not mean that it was always smooth sailing with Danni. They had several arguments and quarrels. She could be very stubborn and when she lost her temper she started shouting and throwing things, usually at his head. However, she did not need long to cool down. And when she had calmed down, then she would be back to her good natured self. She would then be willing to discuss, and seek a compromise, which usually meant she would try and sell him the same idea in so many different ways till he finally gave in. Whilst this was not perfect, it was a vast improvement from Megan's, 

"Do what I want or fuck you!" 

Chapter 3: The Jackpot, son!

Terry had always thought himself to be an accomplished, liberated lover. He did not switch off the light when he fucked, he didn't shun licking the box, and periods did not disgust him (unlike most of his workmates). He had even purchased a book on pussy massages though unfortunately, Megan had not allowed him to practice on her cunt.

Danni however, was from another planet altogether. Dancers and artists in Brazil enjoyed a carefree life. Everyone expected them to be decadent and immoral and they were exactly that. Though Danni had never cheated on her boyfriend in the conventional sense, they had invited other men, women and transsexuals to share their bed, and had also partaken in many long lasting orgies. 

Terry was fascinated with her horny, sordid accounts of her exploits with her ex. When they were at relaxing at home in the evenings, he would open a bottle of her favorite red wine, roll up and light up a fat joint, and get her tongue loose. They'd get naked and cozy, he'd slide a couple of digits up in her wet snatch and stroke it lovingly as she told him of her naughty, steamy sexcapades. Whilst his wife's stories of raw orgies in Brazil shocked him initially, Terry always got very excited and rock hard from them. Sooner or later, he'd be so horny that he'd fuck her. And she'd be so horny that she'd fuck him right back. 

Danni was very experienced, liberated and open to almost anything, except BDSM and sex with animals; though when he was horny and raring to go, Terry usual resembled an animal more than anything else. 

Megan had not been very willing to experiment. When Terry tried to talk her into anal sex, she had told him, shaking her head emphatically,

"Ah, ah, no way!!!! 'T aint that type of a party!"

And when he had suggested they try out a threesome with another woman, she did not even bother clarifying the type of a party, she just slapped his face and called him a pervert plus a sexist, macho, chauvinistic pig. She even threatened to tell her and his parents about his sick fantasies. The worst thing for Terry however was the way she kept looking at him and shaking her head in disgust, even many, many weeks later.

When he warily told her about his wish to try out anal sex, Danni told him she loved that shit (no pun intended). She threw her bouncy ass at him and shouted, "Fuck-y my fucking ass!" incensing him with her sweet accent.

Chapter 4: The 3some

Terry told his wife about his secret wish to have a threesome, with another woman. Danni said it was alright with her, as long as they could also have a threesome, with another man. Terry agreed readily, not really thinking about the 2 men, one girl scenario. All he could see were magical fives and enchanting 3s. You wonder what the fuck that is. The magical fives were his dick plus four lips, or four tits or four ass cheeks. The enchanting threes were his dick (yeah, the main actor) and two women, two mouths or two pussies or butt holes or any permutations and combinations of those. 

One afternoon, Danni went shopping for groceries. The brown sugar babe was wearing a skimpy bandana top, which was more like an oversized bra and short shorts that just about contained her fine, low hanging, thick, round, brown ass. She looked so hot that Terry almost wrestled her back into the house to fuck her long, good and hard. 

Danni was gone for several hours. Along with the groceries, she brought back a top notch, model type blonde girl. She said she had found her on special offer. Her name was Becky, a tall, slim 25 year old blonde. Becky was a stark contrast to Danni. She was tall, slim, and had perfect, pale, creamy skin. Her hair was a bright, silky blonde hair and fell almost down to her ass. Her face was long and pretty, and she had big, sparkling, vivid green eyes. She had a cute, long nose, and heart shaped, cherry lips. She was dressed in a light blue, backless halter top that clung to her medium sized boobs, and left her thick nipples poking through. A tiny, wraparound skirt was slung around her slim, curvy hips, ending halfway down her creamy, supple thighs. A pair of open high heels accentuated her shapely legs.

Danni announced that she had invited the blonde for supper. Becky was obviously besotted with Danni. She hung on to every word the Brazilian temptress said and never took her eyes off her. 

At first Terry felt jealous, but Danni gave his cock a squeeze and whispered into his ear that his fantasy was about to come true, then she nibbled on his ear lobe and sent her tongue tip into his ear. Danni explained to him that she and Becky in a shopping mall. The blonde was watching and following her around like a pussy hound, all mesmerized by her light brown, chocolate curves. Danni had invited Becky for a cup of coffee. They had since met several times. Becky soon verbally expressed her amorous intentions towards Danni. Danni told her she could taste her sweet chocolate pussy, if she added her husband's third eye to the equation. Becky was a kinky girl and she said she was down for whatever, provided he wasn't some obese, beer guzzling, wrestling watching stinker.

As Danni told him this, Terry's heart nearly burst with excitement. He had never laid his hands on one of these upscale blondes. The idea of having her and his wife just drove him wild.

As the blonde helped his Brazilian wife make a quixck supper, Terry was all excited and hyper active, setting the table and opening a bottle of his favourite wine. Over supper, 

Becky told Danni in the kitchen that her husband was a fine looking dude, and she wouldn't mind getting a piece of him, and so the stage was all set. They had a tasty supper at the dining table, then they retired to the lounge, sipping some wine and smoking joints. 

When they were all high, Danni eased closer to Becky on the couch, and kissed her on the lips. Becky said she usually didn't do this, and Danni said me too. Becky said she was a good girl, and Danni said me too. Then she started circling the blonde's excited nipple through her flimsy halter top. Terry couldn't believe that his dream was about to cumm true, so easily. He ran to get the Cam coder. Becky wasn't too sure at first, but finally, she said if the shit ever came on the internet, she wanted her share or she would sue.

Then Danni initiated things. She spooned the blonde, gorging herself on her pink lips and tonguing her mouth, making her swoon. Terry's eyes damn near popped out of their sockets. But before he could scream, "Hell yeah!!!" Danni had Becky's short skirt around her hips, and she was fingering her shaved, pink pussy whilst she fed the horny blonde her big, brown tits.

Terry whipped his cock out and beat his meat, zooming in on his young ol' lady stand up and let Becky strip off her short shorts and tiny thong. Becky squealed with joy. She said she had always wanted to eat a black pussy. Brown, Danni corrected her, as she sat back on the couch and made Becky kneel between kneel between her thighs and worship her shaved, brown pussy. 

Terry's eyes bulged as he gazed transfixed. Becky was so happy as Danni fed her scrumptious chocolate pussy. Her wet, pink tongue was slithering and sliding into Danni's gash, lapping up her tangy, nutritious, sticky fluids. The blonde was a greedy pig, she gorged herself noisily, and with so much evident relish that Terry almost thought he should have charged her a fee. Danni was squeezing her pussy muscles together, letting her copious juices flow into Becky's mouth to reward her for eating her pussy so slavishly.

Danni suddenly smiled at her husband, and called him over with her finger. He came running, and got his dick sucked, whilst Becky smiled up at him from between Danni's thighs, her long tongue snaking deep into his wife's pussy. It was too much for Terry. His balls exploded and he came instantly. 

Then he sat back, gasping for breath and rolling the next joint as he watched his wife fuck Becky's pretty face and baptize it with her juices. He knew exactly what lucky Becky was going through. Danni grabbed a hold of the blonde's hair and was smearing her cunt juices all over her nose, cheeks, lips and chin. The lusty Brazilian fucked Ms American Pie's face relentlessly until her pussy exploded. She squirted some cooze juice in that pretty face and offered her husband to lick it.




Curiosity & the Threesome



Heart thudding like a drum, Terry tasted his wife's pussy second hand off the pretty blonde's face. He felt so wild, shoving his tongue down another woman's throat whilst his wife sat nearby, puffing casually on a joint and saying, "Go for it baby!" She even picked up the cam coder and gave directions, like her name was Ms Spielberg.

Terry went even wilder when his wife went down on the blonde. He watched with awe as his brown wife went down on the pale beauty. Becky had been dripping since the first time she had seen Danni and her pussy was all wet and sticky. Danni lapped it, licked and ate it all up. Terry Spelling made a wide angle zoom as Danni plated the shaved goodies with relish, her thick lips smacking loudly as she tongued the pink gash and feasted on the clit. 

Terry was soon stroking a hard dick, and when Becky licked her lips and told him to come fuck her face, he sprinted to her. Becky grabbed his cock and blew it hungrily, sucking dick like a vacuum, whilst his wife ate and fingered her holes. The dirty, sordid steamy situation was getting all three overexcited.

Becky cried out in protest as Terry withdrew from her mouth. He went to kneel between her thighs and Danni gave his cock a couple of strokes, before sliding it up Becky's excited, wet slit. Teri slapped her husband's ass and told him to fuck the horny slut. He needed no encouragement. Terry ran up in the pussy like Justin Gatlin before they tested him positive and busted his ass. 

He rammed his cock into Becky and laid into her, his thick meat see sawing in and out of her pussy. Becky's vagina contracted around his cock on every thrust and she cried out sweetly. Terry gave her a five star dicking that would have done any porno actor proud. 

Danni dropped her face into Becky's lap and ate her hard, pink, little clit. The blonde bawled and howled, and came all over the couple. Terry was so incensed that he would have shot a fat load of cumm in her tight lil twat, had Danni not kept a careful watch. She yanked his cock out and licked it like corn on the cob, cooling him down. Then she climbed astride Becky, and offered him her cunt. 

The two girls kissed and stroked each other's clits as Terry slid into Danni's cunt. He grabbed her thick, brown cheeks and gazed mesmerized at his thick, pink dick sliding in and out of her reddish gash. Her pussy was hot and wet, and Danni knew ways to make it grab at his dick and massage it. She literary drained and stroked his cock on every thrust as if she had a hand in there. It was so exquisite for Terry. Her howled at the ceiling in joy. 

Terry kept jumping from one pussy into the other and fucked them both, or they both fucked his cock and ate each other out, depending on which team you're rooting for. (I'm for team USA)

They didn't allow him to cumm, until he felt like his balls were just a few seconds from exploding. Then they knelt at his feet and ran their tongues all over his balls and cock. They sucked his dick, passing it back and forth like a tasty treat, or the baton stick at the 400m relay. 

Terry was in heaven, having a hard time holding back. When Danni flashed her naughty smile, wetted her middle finger in Becky's cunt and then slid it up his hole, Terry shot it right in their faces, showering their pretty, contrasting faces with his cumm. And they had the nerve to lick it off each other's faces and then tongue kiss. They were playing with fire. His cock hardened rapidly. 

The three of them retired to the bedroom and had a horny, xxx rated fuck fest till the morning. You could have just filmed it, put some stupid title on it, packaged it and sold it for the number one porno DVD of the day! However, that fool Terry forgot to film most of it, because he was too busy fucking and cumming. He had more orgasms in that one night than ever before. Even when he felt drained and raw, all he had to do was watch the two women going down on one another, then he'd catch another mighty hard on, and go back to eating vanilla pussy, or chocolate pussy, or ass, or just fuck them, yunno, mix it up a lil. Terry felt like he had died and gone to porn heaven.

Chapter 5: The second one eyed snake

They repeated their horny evenings with Becky several times. And then Danni asked Terry when he would like them to bring an extra third eye into the proceedings. In other words, she wanted two dicks to play with.

Terry thought about it. His natural instinct was to beat the hell out of any guy who even wanted to trespass and violate his territory. In other words, he did not want Danni to suck or fuck another guy, period. On one hand, he felt compelled to allow her wish, since she had allowed him his. But on the other hand, Terry had never been one to hand out freebies. If someone wanted something from him, especially something so difficult, they would have to fight for it. It was high time Danni learnt the American way of life. 

He tried to sell it to her intellectually. He said, "Look, you like doing stuff with a girl, I don't like doing stuff with men, so there is absolutely nothing in it for me."

"But you promised me that we would do it," Danni pouted, with her sweet Brazilian accent.

"No, I didn't actually say that. I mean, you are happy with Becky, I am happy with Becky, Becky is happy with us. So why change a winning formula?"

"We agreed on this Terry, and we are gonna do it."

"Ah ah, no way," Terry told her firmly. "Just forget it. We can have as many girls as you want, but we don't need another man." 

Terry was surprised by Danni's reaction. He had expected the tempestuous Brazilian to make a big fuss, and shout and rant and chase him around the house throwing cutlery and porcelain after him.

But Danni just said softly to him, "Oh darling, so you think I am just some stupid cunt from Brazil, huh?" 

She nodded her head, and smiled evilly, and from that day onwards, she slapped him with pussy sanctions. She would walk around the house looking real sexy. She would even let him touch her up, and feel her up. She even let him eat her pussy and until she came all over his face. But the moment he wanted to stick his dick in, she said,

"Oh sorry darling, my back is aching. Ouch!"

Terry knew she was bullshitting and she knew that he knew. At first he tried to wait and smoke her out. He knew that she loved his dick as much as he loved her pussy. But Danni stepped up the torture, by fucking herself with a dildo every night, whilst he lay besides her, watching her and drooling, whilst she screamed and came hard. She said if he wanted to help, he could rub or suck on her clit, but she was too tired for sex.

Terry tried to play the same game, but it just didn't work. He found it sexy to ogle his wife frigging herself. His mouth would drool as he greedily eyed playing with her pussy. However, when he lay next to her and tried to play with his dick, she would raise her eyebrows like, "What a jerk and a tosser," and she would even laugh at him, and that, just simply killed it for him. Even when he went to the bathroom to jerk off, he felt like an idiot, using his hand when he had the hottest woman in town lying in his bed. 

When Becky came to visit, Danni told her what was going on, and the blonde called Terry a jerk. Danni said she could fuck him if she wanted, but Becky said no thanks, such a selfish bastard didn't deserve the pussy. The two girls sat in each other's arms and watched "Desperate housewives", cuddling and giggling aloud just to rub it in.

Chapter 6

After a while, Terry had had enough. One evening, he was lying in bed, reading a novel, trying to get his mind off sex when Danni came in from work. His darling wife stripped off her clothes, slowly, fully aware that her horny husband was watching her from the corners of his eyes. She then crawled onto the bed and lay down on the covers, on her back, juicy thighs parted slightly, showing off with her fat, engorged brown pussy. Terry found himself closing his novel and moving closer, all in the mood for some brown sugar.

Terry growled at Danni and said, "What the hell do you think you're doing? I am your husband, its my right to make love to you!"

"Here is my pussy, come and take it baby," Danni said to him, parting her thighs and showing him her wet pussy. He could smell her aroma and it was incensing him. But the dark woman had a very evil glint in her eye.

Terry was so horny and incensed that he had even thought of raping her. But Terry was scared of what that Brazilian might do to him, especially in his sleep, if he plundered and pillaged the pussy without her permission. She had told him that women in Brazil liked to boil oil or water and pour it over their sleeping husbands, if they beat them up or raped them. 

Furthermore, Danni had grown up in a tough neighborhood. She knew Capoeira, and some other fucking up type of shit. Once, some big guy had snatched Danni's at the mall, and before Terry could react, Danni had beaten the shit out of the dude. It had taken Terry and two security guys to pull the incensed Samba dancer off the guy. 

Terry was in a bind. On one hand, he just didn't want to share that scrumptious pussy with another man. All his education and upbringing was against it. And what if she enjoyed sex with the other guy more, and wanted more? And what if his friends found out? Or his family. His daddy would probably smack him.

On the other hand, he had promised it to her. And also, he wanted to start having sex with his wife again. And he wanted to fuck blonde, bisexual Becky again. He wanted to fuck them both real bad, for hours.

He realized that he couldn't have his cake and eat it too and that was just fucked up.

To be continued... 



Curiosity Caged His Cock



Heath had only been seeing Lorraine for 3 weeks now. Something about her demeanor excited him. She seemed to have some sort of hypnotic control over him. Whenever he looked into her eyes he felt like she was peering inside his very soul, like she new his every whim and kink. He found he had to avert his gaze most times as they were just too piercing for his liking.

The way she dressed was also so arousing. She always seemed to be wearing tight leather skirts or skin tight leather pants. She rarely wore a bra and her taught firm breasts were forever pushing erect nipples at him through the thin white blouses she wore.

Sex with Lorraine had only started the Friday of this weekend it was nothing really flash. For some reason she would not let him go down on her. He was not really aware of it, but something deep in the back of his mind told him she had been in control the whole time they made love. There was nothing he could put his finger on; it was just a feeling. He felt there was something deeper to this girl, something more than she was letting on. Whatever it was he knew he had already fell madly in love with her. He always felt a heady intoxication whenever they were together.

His eyes gazed around her bedroom. He had came over a couple of hours earlier to take her to see the latest Spiderman flic. She had spent some time on the phone and he was left to amuse himself. She hardly payed him any attention the whole time she was on the phone. However, whenever he turned his back on her he could swear he could feel her eyes burning into his back. Her flat was on the 7th floor a two-bedroom affair. Very tastefully decorated, the latest plasma screen on the wall, hidden hi-fi centre in the console and the kitchen was wall to wall stainless steel appliances. All the furniture was antique, mostly European, but he was able to make out a few small pieces as being early Chinese/Japanese which one he wasn't too sure. The bookcase had a plethora of writers; Plato's republic, Tolstoy's war and peace, John Saul, Dean Koontz and...he froze for a second...The Marquis de Sade. His eyebrow raised further when he spotted the story of O not far from it.

She had hung the phone up and squealed she would miss the dry cleaners if she didn't bolt. They are 25 minutes from here she had screamed.

"Honey make yourself at home there is some wine in the fridge..I must dash or I'll have nothing to wear tonight...will be about an hour"

With that she was gone. Not even a goodbye kiss. Heath's gaze stopped as he noticed something odd sticking out from under the foot of her bedspread. His heartbeat quickened as he stared at what he thought was the end of a rifle barrel. He moved forward and put his hand under to retrieve it. As he was bent forward he heard the faint noise of something clicking. Stopping to listen the butterflies in the pit of stomach were dancing wildly..all was still. Stretching down he froze as he discovered it was in fact a black steel riding crop. The handle was hand-stitched leather and was very smooth. The other hand had a piece of calf skin leather that was circular and perhaps 4 inches in diameter.

As he stood turning the object over he realised he was feeling the first pangs of arousal. He bent and pulled the bedspread up to see if there was anything else and he was sure he could make out something lace but it was too far under the bed to reach with his arm. Even though his 5'11'height gave him a longer than average reach he was still unable to get to the object. Thinking quickly, he lay down and proceeded to pull it towards him using the riding crop.

Thoughts flashed through his mind so fast. If these were a pair of Lorraine panties he would sniff them...fuck he was getting really aroused. He held his breath hoping madly that it was. Finally he was able to drop the riding crop and his heart almost burst as his fingers wrapped around the object. Yes they were silk and lace..they felt cold but oh so wickedly divine. As he pulled his lucky find out he smiled wildly as he confirmed it was indeed a pair of her panties.

He wondered for a moment should he replace them and make no mention to Lorraine. His erection was telling him otherwise. His bulge was screaming at him

"Smell the fucking panties dude!"

His mind was whirring..What if Lorraine was to come back unexpectedly? His conscience told him this was wrong. He knew he should not be in her room snooping around. However, his sex drive was quickly taking over. All traces of rational thought were quickly being extinguished. As the panties neared his nostrils he began to sniff with trepidation. What if they smell off; he asked himself. The first traces of Lorraine's dried pussy juice aroma invaded his nostrils. At once he was overcome with sheer excitement. The scent of his woman, even though days old was intoxicating. Heath lay back against the end of the bed and held the black lace to his nose. All thoughts of where he was and the outside world were gone. The trance that had overtaken his mind prevented Heath from realising what he was doing. He reached his right hand to his crotch and squeezed his erection through the material of his pants. A sharp intake of breath signaled the joy he felt at the sudden relieving pressure on his pulsing shaft.

Quickly he undid his zip and moaned quietly deep in his throat as the cool air caressed his now exposed swollen head. The intense heat of his twitching cock became evident as he wrapped his palm around the strong throbbing shaft. Slowly he slid his hand down to softly fondle his tight scrotum. His eyes opened as he shook the panties loose. As he moved his hand upward to grasp his erect cock and stroke it in an upward movement, he laid the panties on the floor with his other hand. Having located the crotch, Heath proceeded to lift the panties back up to his face. His mind was wrecked with sheer animalistic lust as his tongue extended to tentatively lick the stained area of Lorraine's panties. The taste was everything he longed for. Nothing could describe the effects the dried pussy juice had on his chemical receptors in his brain. All he knew was he had to have more. Heath began to close his mouth around the stained area and began to lap greedily. His eyes rolled to the back of his head as the stroking of his thick veined shaft increased. 

As Heath felt the first familiar stirrings deep within his balls, his thoughts immediately switched as to where the impending sperm would finish up. He kneeled and held the panties over the fiery red swollen head and began to furiously pump his fist along the shaft of his cock. 

"Oh Lorraine" he groaned as his orgasm approached.

"Oh fuck yes Lorraine" his voice shakily moaned. Thoughts of her flooded his mind.

His eyes squeezed tight as he continued to moan.

"Oh please Mistress Lorraine let me be your slave, I'll do anything you ask..."

The thought having formed in his head was the spark to cause his the first spasms of his orgasm to start. His eyes still shut Heath felt the hot jets of sperm speed up the underside of his shaft and explode into the scrunched up panties he was holding. He was now moaning uncontrollably as the waves of pleasure raced through his body.

"Oh God Lorraine please use me.. I so want you to control me" he groaned.

As the last slow strokes pushed out the remainder of his seed. Heath watched as it dropped into the milky white pool of spunk that had formed on the black lacy panties. Almost immediately pangs of guilt and remorse began to flood his thoughts. He quickly screwed up the panties and rushed to the living room to stuff them into his jacket pocket. He planned to save them for when he was back in his own flat.

Quickly stuffing his cock back into his pants he made for the toilet to freshen up. As Heath left the toilet he thought a glass of wine would be good. It would also help to mask any signs or traces that Lorraine's panties may have left on his face.

Having poured a glass of wine he casually strolled around the apartment. The wine was soothing and he began to feel normal once again. He stopped at the door of Lorraine's second bedroom.

"Funny" he thought. "I have never seen her use this room," he thought.

Heath's curiosity began to get the better of him.

"No harm in having a peak" he mumbled to himself. 

With this he reached up to open the door but was surprised to find that it was locked. This fact intrigued him even more. 

He thought it over in his head.

"Why would she keep this room locked" he was puzzled as well as bemused at the thought of her having to keep a room permanently locked.

Heath's concentration span was interrupted by the sound of keys in the front door. He again felt the same pangs of remorse, knowing he would have to face Lorraine and pretend nothing had transpired will she was out.

"Hi honey" Lorraine called as she closed the door behind her.

Rushing into the apartment with her dry cleaning she made straight for her bedroom.

"I won't be a minute sweetheart..Be a darling and pour me a wine, that's my madness over for the day" with that she rushed to her bedroom to change.

As Heath was pouring her wine he felt a cold lead weight hit him in the solar plexus. His eyes widened with a look of terror.

"Oh shit the riding crop..did I leave it out" he asked himself.

Picking up her wineglass, Heath rushed to her bedroom. As he entered Lorraine was struggling with the zipper of her dress. She looked up with a smile. Turning her back to Heath she pulled her long auburn hair up to reveal her naked back.

"Be a dear and do my zip up sweetheart" she cooed.

Heath's eyes were still riveted to the end of the bed and the bed spread in particular. There was no visible sign of the riding crop. He heaved a sigh of relief. Reaching around Lorraine he handed her both glasses of wine. The sight of her naked back and graceful curved spine was very arousing. Her smooth tanned skin looked all the more sexier with the absence of tan lines. Heath loved the sight of her long slender neck and was staring in awe at the point where her hair started and her neck finished. Each single strand of hair was being pulled upward by Lorraine to allow him better access to the dresses zip.

"What are you doing back there" the words shook him from his momentary daydream.

"I'm not too good with zips" he stammered. 

Once again he was admonishing himself in his head.

"What the fuck is it with this girl? she has such a strong overbearing effect on me at times. Why is that?" he asked himself.

Lorraine turned and handed him his glass and with cool green eyes caught his gaze.

"To an eventful night" she grinned as she held up her glass.

Heath smiled back.

"Cheers" was all he could manage.

During the movie Heath whispered to Lorraine that he didn't feel to flash. With concern she had asked if he wished to leave. He had shook his head and told her he would be OK. As they were leaving she put her arm around him.

"Are you still feeling sick" she inquired.

"Perhaps I'll just call a cab and go home Lorraine. I'm sorry to spoil your night, but I feel like shit. I don't know what it is, perhaps I'm coming down with this flu that has been going around."

"Oh sweetheart..Are you sure you want to go home?" she said as she took hold of his arm.

"Why not come home with me and I'll fix you a nice cognac" as she finished speaking she had reached up to lift his chin up so that she could look into his eyes. Heath pulled his chin away and averted his eyes.

"No Lorraine I think I'd prefer to get home and dose up on some zinc tablets and get an early night" he replied.

As Lorraine entered her apartment her thoughts were still with Heath. She felt somewhat annoyed that the night was cut short, she did, however, feel concerned at how rapid Heath's symptoms had come on. Walking to her bedroom she flicked the light switch on and walked to her dresser to remove her makeup. Just as she began to remove her earrings she heard the muffled sound of clicking and high speed whirring. It was her VCR rewinding.

"Odd" she thought to herself.

As she walked over to the cupboard that concealed the machine she was thinking quickly as to how it would be rewinding. She checked the clock on the VCR. Its LED display flashed 22:30. The tape was a six-hour tape. So that means if the tape had reached the end and was now rewinding it would have need to have started at 16:40. She was out at the dry cleaners then so....

"Oh my God" she gasped as the idea struck her.

She quickly grabbed the remote control and switched on the flatscreen TV on her bedroom wall. Flicking the channel to AV she pressed play on her VCR. The rewinding stopped and a picture of the end of her bed came up on the TV. She watched for a few minutes at the empty scene of her room. Thinking again she set the tape to rewind to the very beginning. It was then the recollection of something that had struck her as odd earlier.

She recalled when she had arrived home and came into her room that there was her riding crop on the floor. She had wondered about this, but thought nothing of it and quickly pushed it under her bed so that Heath would not see it. She jumped with a start as the tape in her VCR clunked loudly to a stop. She quickly pressed play on the remote and sat motionless as a picture of Heath standing by the end of her bed filled the screen.

"Oh my" she thought.

"He has no idea I have a hidden camera built-in to the top of my bed canopy" she thought.

"He must have set off the movement sensor" she grinned.

Lorraine paused the VCR and went into the kitchen to pour a glass of wine. As she returned she was smiling from ear to ear. Picking up the remote once again she wickedly laughed and pressing play giggled

"Now lets see what my nosey little Heath has been up to"

She watched as he reached under the bed with her riding crop and fished out her black lacy panties.

"So that's where they got to" she chuckled to herself.

Her laughing changed to an exasperated gasp as she witnessed Heath put her panties to his nose. She sat bolt upright and spoke to the screen.

"So my dear boy your secret is out" she stopped mid-sentence when realised he was groping his crotch.

"Go on I dare you," she said in a hushed tone.

"Go on let me see you take it out" she whispered again.

Her heart began to pound and the blood began to rush in her veins as she was confronted with a picture of Heath, in her bedroom, masturbating, whilst smelling her panties. Involuntary, her legs squeezed together. Her pussy was feeling aroused and was letting her know. A loud gasp escaped her lips as the scene of Heath's fist madly pumping his cock played before her. The sound was low and she was not sure if he was moaning or not. As she reached to turn up the sound she let out a shriek of delight. Heath's tongue was licking her panties.

Lorraine sat transfixed and continued to watch the scene unfold before her. As Heath was reaching the stage of his climax, a wicked grin appeared on her face. On hearing his cries to be her slave she all but jumped off the bed. Quickly she grabbed the remote control and rewound to watch him come once more.

"Oh please Mistress Lorraine let me be your slave, I'll do anything you ask..." was booming from the speaker. 

Lorraine began to rewind the tape once more. As it was rewinding she let her hand slip between her thighs to rub her pussy. 

"Fuck I'm sopping wet " she moaned.

As the tape started to play once more. Lorraine found herself tracing small circles round her clit. Watching Heath masturbate and thinking of what fun she planned ahead was making her feel more and more aroused. As the scene on the tape reached the point of Heath climaxing again, she felt the heat increase and her pussy responded more to her loving fingers. She was close but not close enough. Re-winding the tape to hear Heath moan once more, her fingers in the shape of a 'V' has pulled her hood back to allow her to work her other hand over her clit. As she heard Heath speak the words; -

"Oh God Lorraine please use me.. I so want you to control me" she felt her orgasm build. She began to moan now herself.

"Oh yes my sweet pet I shall have so much pleasure having you service my cunny" her hips raised as she caught the vibe. This was it her orgasm was upon her. Stopping her fingers for a mere half a second and then starting again shot charges through her very core. This was enough for her, these feelings were now constant and she cried out as her orgasm exploded and ripped through her very core.

"Oh God yes..Oh yes my little Heath you shall be my pet" she sobbed as her pelvis bucked and her clitoris changed from feeling aroused to feeling tender.

As she lay on the bed letting her orgasm recede. The thought occurred to her that Heath had left the room right after his orgasm. Where did he put the panties she wondered? It was then the plan solidified in her head. 

Monday was..well Monday. Everyone around the office had magically lost the spring in their step that they all had on Friday.

Heath was sitting at his desk in his office doing some computer work when a courier arrived with a package.

"Require a signature for this one" the courier said as he stuck his head through the doorway.

Heath looked up at the courier and checked out the small parcel he had under his arm. Taking the package and clip board from the courier he penned his signature and date. Sitting back in his chair he began to open the parcel. He sat upright when he looked inside. There was a CD and a lot of black silk or lace folded neatly at the bottom. Quickly concealing the package in his desk drawer he pushed the eject button on his CD player and popped the unmarked CD in the tray.

When the first pictures of himself in Lorraine's bedroom flashed up, he quickly hit the 'off' button on his monitor. Prickly heat was felt all the way up his spine and his head flushed profusely. Trying to steady himself he quickly hit the eject button on his CD player. Beads of sweat had formed on his brow and his legs were weak at the knees. Heath nervously rubbed the underside of his nose. The tightness in his chest was almost unbearable. His head was spinning and the shock he was feeling was close to knocking him out.

All that day he would open the drawer to sneak a peek at the contents of the parcel. His mind had thought over the matter again and again. How did she manage to get these pictures of him? What was she planning to do with the pictures? He decided to leave the contents well alone. They would have to wait until he got home and could spend more time without being interrupted.

At his desk in his room at home he slid the CD into is computer. As it was opening up he emptied the contents of the package onto his bed. His eyes opened wide with excitement when he picked up the soft black silk lacy panties. Still on the bed he smiled when he saw the black suspender belt and silk stockings.

His attention switched to the monitor as the scene of him in Lorraine's bedroom. Although he found it highly embarrassing he continued to watch himself. Thinking to himself that he knew what had gone on, he pressed the fast forward to skip to the end of the short clip. He then noticed that there was a second clip listed on the CD. Curiously he double clicked the clip and wondered what it was. A picture of Lorraine filled his screen.

"Not a very clever idea was it," she asked with a stern tone.

"Listen to me very carefully, I will not repeat this. I expect to see you at my apartment tonight no later than 9 o'clock. If you are late, expect the worst" pausing she raised her black riding crop and slapped her hand to emphisise the point.

"You will wear the lace underwear I have sent you" looking into the camera, her eyes narrowed.

"They will be inspected when you arrive. Should I find any trace of your "mess" on them, you will be punished severely" again she slapped her hand with the riding crop.




Curiosity Caged His Cock



"Yes I have made copies of your hopeless little wanking session. So rest assured, I will use it if you decide to get " she paused.

"Shall we say out of hand" she smiled.

Heath sat back in his chair as the clip finished. He reached forward and pressed play again. As the voice of Lorraine replayed, he glanced at his watch. It was 10 minutes past 8 already. His mind was racing and he began to feel panic-stricken. If he never complied with her wishes, who knows what she would do with the incriminating evidence she had of him.

He quickly gathered up the black silk and lace and rushed to the bathroom for a shower. As the water cascaded over his back the familiar sensations of an erection caused him to glance down. His cock was pulsing full of blood. Oh how he wished he had more time to relieve himself, but dared not be late. With great reluctance his hand reached for the taps and switched them off. Jumping from the shower his erection was wobbling to and fro and slapping his taught abdomen at times.

"Fuck" he cried.

"I would so love to touch you, but I'm just too short of time" cooed Heath as he reached down to roughly grip his swollen shaft.

"Oh you feel so hot and excited" he murmured.

Reaching for the silk stockings he separated them and rolled the first one up to allow his foot easy access. Stretching it upwards he felt a rush of excitement as the silk softly caressed his thigh. Next, he pulled the second stocking up to his other thigh. The sight looked somewhat odd to him. He had never worn ladies underwear before. The feeling and the mental rush were totally new to him and he loved it.

Having secured the belt around his waist, he proceeded to fasten the belt clips to the tops of the stockings. This caused them to stretch further up his thighs and he feared they might rip. However, as soon as he fastened the clip to the back of the stocking he felt the tension of the stocking ease slightly. During the whole process of dressing his erection seemed to get harder. It was aching to be stroked. Heath felt the intense sensation and was struggling to keep from touching it.

As he pulled the black lace panties up towards his erection he froze as he saw the globule of pre-cum that had smeared on his lower abdomen and had caused a thin silver thread to stretch from his naval to the tip of his swollen, blood engorged head. With the warning of Lorraine ringing in his head, he quickly pulled a length of toilet roll and wrapped it around his leaking erection. He was sad at the thought of the most sensitive part of his cock missing out on the highly erotic feel of the lace panties he was just about to pull on. The delicious feeling as the lace caressed the underside of his scrotum, did, somewhat compensate. As the waistband trapped his rigid shaft and pushed it hard against his abdomen, Heath's knees momentarily buckled and he placed his hands against the wall to steady himself. The extreme pleasures that the lace and the thought of him wearing Lorraine's lace were now causing light-headedness. He quickly fastened up the zip of his trousers and began to fix his hair.

As the big silver XJS Jaguar purred out of the driveway Heath glanced at the dashboard clock. It was now 20 minutes to 9. Twenty minutes to get over to her place. Changing gears and indicating were all performed by Heath's subconscious. He was so deep in thought that any other action he performed was done automatically. His erection was still evident, every time Heath's mind thought of Lorraine's menacing riding crop it pulsed harder.

The traffic was light and as Heath pulled his XJS into the parking under Lorraine's' building he quickly checked the time...4 minutes to nine. He smiled, should take no more than 2 minutes to lock up and get the lift up to her apartment. As the lift door opened Heath found himself unable to think straight. His mind was a blur; he was more than apprehensive about meeting Lorraine face to face again. It felt like he was meeting her for the first time. Nervous butterflies fluttered endlessly in the pit of his stomach. He new he was frightened to face her. It meant he had to confront the truth. The truth was he was caught on camera masturbating in her room, without her knowing it. Or so he thought.

He knocked on the door of her apartment and checked his watch. It was 2 minutes to 9. He was pleased he had made it on time. As he waited he noticed his hands were shaking. Not much, but he knew his hands were shaking with fear. The throbbing shaft that was entrapped by the elastic waistband of Lorraine's' panties had now began to subside. Whatever Lorraine had planned for him he hoped it did not entail revealing himself to her as he was. He was just not up to it he thought.

The door opened abruptly.

"Get in here". Lorraine had quickly turned and walked away.

The shock took Heath by surprise. He quickly obeyed and followed behind her.

"Shut the door and make sure you lock it" as she spoke the words "Lock it" she had raised her voice to a shrill pitch.

Heath's eyes were fixed on Lorraine's back. She wore what seemed like a full-length leather coat and the cap on her head, he was not sure, but thought from behind it was a black German officer's cap. He lost sight of her as she walked into the room that was always locked. He reached up to lock the door.

He froze as he heard the cold, curt voice from the room.

"Don't keep me waiting...leave all your clothes in the hallway " she paused "But be sure to leave YOUR underwear on...I'm waiting! And I don't like to be kept waiting"

Panic, sheer unadulterated panic had struck Heath. He was shaking madly now. He swallowed deeply, blinked his eyes, shook his head and tried to gather himself together. 

"Fuck sake... what have I done here, what have I gotten into?" he asked himself

His thoughts were smashed apart as Lorraine spoke in a tone that sounded like she was ready to explode with anger.

"If you are not in here in the next 30 seconds dressed as I asked there will be absolute hell raining down on your head. I will not be kept waiting. You have already tested my patience to the limit...NOW GET IN HERE!"

Heath quickly pulled the shirt over his head to save unbuttoning it, kicked of his shoes without stopping to untie the laces and ripped his trousers off as he moved towards the room. His erection had swollen again and he felt it would look silly to have toilet paper wrapped around the top of his manhood. He quickly unraveled it and stuffed it in his trouser pocket and threw them across the room to where his shoes lay.

As he tentatively approached the doorway he was aware of the smell of burning incense the air had a distinct aroma of sandalwood. The room was in darkness 'cept for a row of candles burning behind Lorraine. When his eyes fell on her, he could not stop himself from drawing a deep breath and biting his lower lip. It was indeed a German officers cap, but the coat was infact a cape. It was fastened with a chain that hung loosely around Lorraine's collarbone. Heath's eyes widened as they drank in the sight that stood before him. She was wearing a leather corsette that stopped just below her breasts. Both her exposed nipples had a small set of chains attached. They dangled, and sparkled as Lorraine breathed. Her legs were encased in skintight black latex stockings and the soft smooth skin of her thighs bulged ever so slightly at the tops of the latex. The high-heeled patent leather shoes that she wore looked as if they were part of the stockings. Just above the tops of the stockings, perhaps two inches higher there was what seemed like a black leather garter. On each of these garters hung a small silver chain. Heath looked at these for a few seconds and wondered what on earth they were for. The black lace panties she wore were similar to the ones he was wearing.

Heath was now aware that Lorraine's eyes were staring directly at him. He looked up to meet her gaze and cried out as he felt the sting of Lorraine's riding crop across his outer thigh.

"No one said you could look me in the eye" as she spoke she raised the crop once more and struck him on the shoulder.

"Keep your eyes downwards and you shall be fine" she hissed.

"It seems you have a liking for my underwear" as She was finishing Heath opened his mouth to protest his innocence.

"Oh shut the fuck up" growled Lorraine. Striking him once more on the thigh.

"You love to wear my clothes don't" she teased. Pushing the crop forward to playfully pat the lace clad scrotum of Heath. Without warning she pushed the crop up into his testicles causing Heath to wince in pain.

"Answer me when I speak to you...I said you love to wear my underwear DON"T YOU!"

Heath's head was reeling.

"No Lorraine..you..You mis-understand"

Suddenly her hand had reached up and gripped Heath's hair tightly.

"DO NOT..I REPEAT..DO NOT! Address me as Lorraine when we are in this room. You may call me Mam or Mistress"

The closeness, the contact, the feeling of being roughly dominated was having a huge effect on Heath. His mind was racing; he could feel his heart pounding wildly in his chest.

"It seems you like to stroke your cock and fantasize over me. You look like you are in need of some relief now." As she finished speaking her free hand reached forward and pulled the waistband of the panties that were stretched taught over Heath's erection. His swollen erection quivered and stood out from his stomach. Pre-cum was clearly evident. 

"Reach up and hold the shaft tightly for me. Do not stroke it just yet, I just want you to hold it tight for me"

Heath did as he was told. He had been longing to touch himself. The arousal he felt at the sight of Lorraine was causing his cock to throb uncontrollably. As he wrapped his palm around the swollen flesh he gave out a small audible sigh of relief. Now he felt better. He was no longer concerned at the situation he was in. The sexual urges he felt had overtaken all of his rational reasoning powers. He was falling under the spell of being dominated and he was now thinking of only one thing.

"Kneel for me and give your cock five slow strokes upwards. Then stop. If I say you can continue you may give your cock 5 more slow strokes downwards. Begin" she commanded.

At these words Heath fell to his knees and began the first slow stroke. The sensations that shot through his manhood were nothing short of electric. As his palm pushed up the underside of his shaft and came up over his swollen fiery head, his whole body shuddered.

"Oh that feels so good Mam" he moaned.

"SILENCE!" bellowed Lorraine and administered a sharp blow to Heath's shoulder with her riding crop.

"You are to follow my commands in silence. You will only speak when I give you an indication that I wish you to reply"

Heath's eyes were rolling back in his head. As he completed the fourth slow stroke. As he began the fifth stroke he was unable to stifle a moan that had been escaped his wide opened mouth.

"Stop!" Commanded Lorraine.

"Remove your hand from your cock" the tip of her riding crop touched the underneath of his chin and pushed his head upwards so that he was now looking up at his Mistress's naked torso. She had removed her panties and dropped them by Heath's knees. Her mound was clean-shaven and Heath was able to see her outer labia protruding slightly from between her sex. They were glistening in the candle light, his nostrils flared as he caught the first scent of her aroma. Removing his hand from his hot throbbing flesh was not easy. The sensations that flooded through his torso were tremendous. It was excruciatingly delicious; this feeling of being controlled was new to him. He had never experienced anything so wickedly sensual. He was thinking of pleading to be allowed to continue, but thought better of it. His gaze was locked on his Mistress's sex, which was an only inch from his flushed face.

Lorraine positioned the riding crop just at the tip of Heath's cock. The end of the black rod had a flat leather piece attached to it. When pushed the leather would split open to form an oval shape.

"Put the leather over your cock" she commanded Heath.

He quickly reached up and separated the leather apart. He moaned once more as it fit snugly around his shaft. 

"Push it down further so that it rests at the base of your meat" she hissed.

Heath followed her command with a hurry and did as he was told.

Lorraine new by pulling the riding crop towards her that the leather would ride up his flesh yet remain tight enough so as not to slip off. She reached down and took a handful of his hair in her hand and pulled his head back to look him in the eyes. At the same time she pulled the riding crop to her so that Heath's cock was pulled away from it's upright stand.

"You seem to be have been enjoying that little session way too much for my liking. I bet this feels even better. Now that I have complete control of your cocks movements." She jerked the riding crop upwards and smiled as she saw the reaction on Heath's face.

"Feels nice doesn't it?" she asked.

Heath nodded his head vigorously "Yes Mam it feels fantastic" he quickly mumbled.

Lorraine sat down on the small chair behind her and opened her legs wide at the same time she jerked the riding crop franticly.

Opening her lips with her free hand and rubbing small circles over her blood engorged clit she spoke.

"You want to taste me don't you?"

"You want feel my hot pussy on your tongue?" as she spoke her eyes closed as she embraced the hot sparks of excitement that were rushing from her clit and making her whole body feel alive.

"Oh yes Mistress, I would so dearly love to taste you" Heath pleaded.

Lorraine looked at him for second thinking.

"Come here" she motioned. She reached down and picked up her discarded panties. A quick inspection of the gusset confirmed that her pussy had left ample fluid for her purpose.

"Take these and let me see you lick the gusset clean" she handed heath her panties.

He reached up and separated the lace and pushing his tongue out he brought the lace up so that he could taste his Mistress's pussy juice. Almost at once his hand reached to stroke his erection.

"What do you think you are doing?" screamed Lorraine as she brought the riding crop down hard on the back of Heath's hand.

"No one gave you permission to touch your cock" sneered Lorraine.

"Come here" she was signaling with her finger for him to bring his head forward between her thighs.

Pointing to her left inner thigh she lowered her voice.

"You may kiss me here and no further, you will stay at this spot until I say otherwise. DO you understand?" she asked.

Heath nodded his head quickly "Yes Mam"

As he leaned forward to plant his lips on her smooth soft thighs his chin brushed against her latex stockings. He shuddered at the erotic feel. As his lips fell on her naked warm flesh he closed her eyes to savor the moment. Just then he felt Lorraine reach behind her back and heard her speak.

"Hold still" she ordered.

With this she began fasten a thick leather collar around his outstretched neck. Once the collar was fastened she placed a small brass padlock into the fastener to secure it. On both sides of the collar hung two small steel rings Lorraine took hold of the first one and reached down to retrieve the small metal chain and eyelet that hung from her thigh garter belt. She proceeded to snap it into place on Heath's collar. Next she did the same with her other thigh. Heath was now fastened securely between her thighs. The collar and small chains ensured he could go no where but forward. She picked up the handle of the riding crop once more and began to jerk it upwards. This caused a massive globule of pre-cum to ooze from the tip of his cock and run down to cascade over the leather that encased the base of his shaft.

"You may lick my lips now" purred Lorraine and slowly leaned back in the chair to watch her sex object lap on her aching wet pussy.

As she was just about to close her eyes to enjoy the wonderful sensations that were pulsing through her very core she noticed Heath's hand and slyly reached up and was jerking the end of his cock.

Quick as a flash she tugged hard on the end of her riding crop and grabbed a handful of Heath's hair.

"Remove your hand from there at once" her voice was deadly serious.

Heath quickly withdrew his hand from his cock and moaned out loudly. The awesome sensation that came when he stopped was close to making him come.

Lorraine reached down looking very agitated and unclipped Heath's collar from her thigh belts and stood up. Pulling the riding crop up roughly towards her she barked a command to him.

"Remove the leather loop from your cock, then put your arms behind your back and do not move" Heath felt the blood rush to his face as he quickly followed her orders. He knew he was in trouble. The tone of his Mistress's voice sounded more than threatening. She had left the room and left him kneeling with his arms behind her back. A few moments later she swept hurriedly into the room carrying a small box. Walking to the end of the room she placed the box on a leather-covered bench and retrieved something from the same area. She turned and walked to behind where Heath was kneeling. Kneeling behind him she produced a pair of wristcuffs. 

"Put your hands together" was spoken tersely.

"This will teach you to disobey me. You obviously need to be trained. But have no fear, by the time I have finished with you, you will know the consequences of disobedience." She finished securing his wrists in the cuffs and taking a handful of his hair she spoke to him in a crooning voice.

"Get up my little wanker boy. Get up and come over here to the bench."

With this she proceeded to pull his head upward towards the leather-clad bench. Struggling to his feet, cock fully erect, Heath managed to keep up with her so as to lessen the pain of his hair being pulled. When they reached the bench Heath felt his the tension on his hair subside as Lorraine released it to push his chest causing him to fall backwards onto the bench. His feet were still firmly planted on the floor, but having his arms bound behind, meant he was in a very uncomfortable position. He winced as he felt the warm touch of his Mistress's fingers on his erection. Alas it was only for a brief second. He felt her placing a leather cuff around his ankle and then do the same to his other ankle. He felt something else being attached to the first anklet and then felt Lorraine pull his foot roughly to the side. This caused his legs to separate wide. He felt his other ankle getting locked into the end of the spreader bar she had produced.

As she stood up and walked behind him she reached down and picked up a black lace blindfold and slipped it over his head to cover his eyes. Finally he felt the leather of a ball gag being forced into his mouth. He was unable to make a sound now as he felt the strap being locked in place at the side of his head.

Lorraine now walked to the front of the bench and reached down with her right hand and took hold of his cock. She pulled it down and forward so that the tip of its head was pointing directly at her. With her left hand she made a "V" shape with her fingers and placed them either side of her clit. Pulling the skintight her hood rolled back to expose her swollen clitoris. She then moved forward slightly so that she could rub the swollen head of his cock over her clit. Closing her eyes she continued, increasing her pace as she moaned.

"Now I have you exactly as I want you. Your manmeat will be used as my very own dildo. I shall take great pleasure in using your cock to rub my clitoris to climax" she moaned.

Heath's moans were stifled by the leather gag that forced his lips agonizingly wide open. He bit roughly into it as the sadistic bolts of pleasure shot through his sensitive gland. He was unable to see but he could feel her gorgeous hand wrapped around his shaft and the hot soft skin that was in contact with his gland was causing his knees to buckle. He could hear his Mistress moan and sob quietly as she increased the frequency of her rubbing movement.




Curiosity Caged His Cock



The room was silent now. All that could be heard was the muffled moans of Heath and the deep breathing of Lorraine. She opened her eyes as she felt the hot fistful of flesh begin to spasm. She could hear his muffled cries of ecstasy and looked down as she felt through the palm of her hand, his seed pushing up through the thick vein at the underside of his cock. As the first jet of milky white sperm exploded from the tip of her "dildo" she aimed it directly at her clitoris. She held her breath as the second stream erupted over her swollen clit. She sighed with pleasure as her orgasm began to develop. The next shot of hot sticky sperm smashed into her clitoris sending her over the edge. Slumping forward she moaned loudly, and dug her nails into his bare chest. At the same time rubbing her "dildo" through the sticky mess and over her throbbing clitoris. Her very core quivered with sexual release as the waves of pleasure continued.

Feeling his spent cock pulsing in her hand sent shivers of delight up her spine. How wickedly sensual she felt. Standing up she quickly mounted the bench and sat squat legged on Heath's chest. Ripping the leather ball gag lose from his head she pulled his face towards her sperm coated sex.

"You made the mess..you clean it up" with this she proceeded to bury his face in the sticky mess that dripped from her clitoris and down between her labia.

Pulling on his hair she spoke harshly "get your tongue out and clean this mess up I said"

Heath was very much in two minds at the thought of the task he was confronted with. However, as he felt his hair being pulled again he decided to stick out his tongue and do as he was told. Sperm was sticking to his cheeks and the end of his nose when he had finished, being blindfolded he was quite unaware of how he looked.

Lorraine had now dis-mounted and retrieved the box she had brought into the room earlier. As she removed the contents she walked to the front of the bench to check the state of her "dildo". It hung limply down over his now sagging testicles. 

"Good" she thought.

Bending over she quickly took hold of his ball sac and slipped a polyurethane ring over his flaccid cock and under his ball sac. It was a bit of tight fit, but it did fit snugly behind his testicles. Next she fitted a couple of supporting rods to the ring and finally she produced the cock cage. This was another piece of molded polyurethane. It was shaped to the contours of a penis and fit snuggly over his entire length. As she pushed it up to the end she located the holes so that two of the supporting rods slipped into the holes. Finally the last rod was pushed through and a small padlock was hooked through the hole in the end. This secured the cage and meant it was unable to be removed without either ripping his ball sac to shreds or removing the padlock. The end of the cage had two small holes that would allow his flaccid penis to urinate. Being enclosed in something so restrictive allowed for daily bodily functions but erection was now impossible. He had just stepped over the threshold into the world of female cock control. 



Curiosity Captured the Cheerleader



Sarah was sitting in her apartment, surfing the web and reading a book. She wasn't looking for much, just a friendly story site or picture trading club where she could sit and admire the strange new world of bondage she had discovered. She had crafted herself a new screen name on yahoo which she thought was clever, sarahpony2005. As she sat there surfing, a new PM popped up, from another yahoo member. The line was rather curious thought. 

"How are you, little pony?"

Sarah was mildly curious how someone could think she was a pony, but she figured she would read the profile, and see if she could figure out what was going on. She opened the profile, and was intrigued by the person's information. From the profile she learned that the PM had come from someone in her state, and even close to her city, but out in the rural farmlands. The person wasn't too old for Sarah, so she replied back.

"Oh, I am ok. But I am not a pony."

"Oh, you can be, if you want to." The reply was rather sudden, and Sarah thought the person must be on a DSL line.

Sarah and the person continued chatting, both about what made ponies so cool, and Sarah's desires to experience the life of a pony. The person sent back pictures of ponies, or so Sarah thought, until she opened them. Instead of a 4 legged horse, she was looking at a woman in harness and bridle and pony hoof boots.

Sarah was definitely curious now, so she asked if the person really liked girls like that. The person replied that was the case, and further asked if Sarah wanted to try it out for a weekend or so?

Sarah wasn't doing much that weekend, so she agreed, and told the person that she would meet at the local McDonalds. Sarah dressed herself in her bikini, with a short white skirt and a pink tee with sandals, so if the person didn't show she could go to the beach.

Sarah was there, and just had gotten her salad, when in walked a cowboy, complete with hat and boots. Sarah watched the man look around, and then seeing her, the man walked over. 

"Hi, you mush be Sarah, right?"

"Yes, I am Sarah." Sarah was awestruck by the man's good looks, and obviously well exercised body. The two sat there chatting it up for a little while, then the man asked if Sarah was ready to visit his farm?

Sarah was a little nervous, but the guy was such a dream to her little 22 year old mind, she couldn't just say no, so she said she was ready. The man took Sarah's hand in his, and then the two left and headed to the man's pickup truck. 

Sarah sat next to the man, smiling her sweet innocent smile. The man smiled to himself, thinking it was always so easy. He reminded himself to thank the manager of the McDonalds for disposing of the security tapes and Sarah's car. He was also glad he knew enough about programming to send an undetectable virus to Sarah's computer, wiping out her hard drive, and erasing the files that had any sign of where Sarah was going.

After a little while, despite her full nights rest, Sarah started to nod off, again, thanks to the helpful manager who slipped some sleeping pills in her salad. As Sarah drifted off, the cowboy smiled. Another easy capture, he thought.

The cowboy turned off the main road a short time later, and pulled into his private farm. From the road, it was protected by some very high shrubs, as well as a 10 foot high chain link fence. When he first built it, some of the neighbors asked why the fence was so high, but he easily explained that was because his horses were very good jumpers and he didn't want them hit by any cars on the main road. The cowboy continued on into his farm, passing the training ring, and the main house, and drove into the circular drive in front of the stables.

He parked the pickup truck, and went around and took out the sleeping Sarah. He carried her into the barn, and placed her in one of the stalls. He tied each of Sarah's wrists into a leather cuff, and spread her arms out. Then he went around her body, taking measurements, and noting them on a notepad he carried. Then he left the barn area, to the tack shed, and started pulling down harnesses and boots, and other little items. Then he returned to the sleeping Sarah.

As he returned, he deposited the many items he carried onto some hooks and benches, and then he approached Sarah. He started by removing her skirt and top, cutting the sleeves so he could take her top off without untying her. Then he removed her bikini top and bottoms, leaving her in just her socks and sneakers. He admired her tanned body, and her well trimmed cunt, but he wanted bald pussies, so he took down Sarah's sleeping body, and carried her to a large vat, containing a permanent hair remover and growth inhibitor. 

He took a rope and tying Sarah's wrists to the rope, he lifted her up off the ground, stopping to remover her shoes and socks, then her dipped her into the vat, to just below her neck line. He allowed her to remain in the liquid for 10 minutes, and then he lifted her out, and took her back to the stall.

As he retied Sarah, he smiled. She was going to look wonderful as a ponygirl. Too bad she was so curious, he thought. He waited for a few minutes, and then he began to assemble the pony harness and other items, so he could outfit Sarah. 

He admired Sarah's nude body, then taking a plug with a tail on it, he moved behind the sleeping girl's body. He slowly inserted the plug tail, and then he moved on to the harness. The harness had a crotch strap, with would hold the tail in place. There were also straps to go over the shoulders, under the breasts, and around the waist. There were also connecting straps running up the back and front, making the harness a nice but inescapable piece of equipment. The cowboy quickly connected up the straps, then using a special tool, he locked the straps in place. 

The cowboy looked at his new ponygirl, and smiled. He came close again, this time with the hoof boots. He started with the left one first. The leather was nice, waterproof, and would snugly hug the foot, as well as prevent anything from slipping inside the boot. The man worked it up Sarah's foot, smiling as it seated itself to her foot. Taking her right foot, he slid the second boot on, then using the same tool as he used on the harness, he secured the boots closed. The final bit of harnessing was to be the arm hoofs. These were optional, depending on how Sarah the ponygirl was going to be used. 

The cowboy wanted to try her out as a cart pony, but if it didn't work, he could still make her a four legged riding pony.

Sarah slowly started to wake up, and as she did so, she realized she was naked, and stranger still, was in a harness. As she tried to make out what was going on, the she realized she couldn't talk, and feeling around with her tongue, she felt she had a bit in her mouth. She tried to walk, but she found herself in some high heels, and as she took a step, she heard a little CLOP coming from her foot. It took her a few moments, but she realized, she had become a pony!

Sarah tried calling for help, but only a garbled sound came out of her mouth, but it also alerted the cowboy that his newest ponygirl was awake finally.

The cowboy walked into the stall where Sarah was, and watched as she started sobbing. He went to her, and hugged her close, telling her she had been announced as missing when her car was found abandoned by the side of a rural swamp down in South Florida, over 200 miles away. Sarah looked at the cowboy, her tears telling of her fear at her new life. The cowboy smiled down at her, telling her she would have no fears once her training had been started. The cowboy took Sarah by the reigns and led her out to the training ring, where she joined 3 other ponygirls, all of whom had been pronounced dead or missing, after their cars had been found abandoned, and their apartments ransacked. 

The four new ponygirls were all trained to be cart ponies, but Sarah was fortunate. She was spared from being sold, since during her training, the cowboy had found her to be the most beautiful ponygirl he had ever trained.

Epilogue:

Five months later:

Florida State police raided a local McDonalds Manager's house this morning, following some leads into an investigation of a local girls disappearance. While the police wouldn't comment on the case, citing the ongoing nature of the case, reporters managed to find out that the manager did have a long criminal record, and that one of the latest girls to disappear had been inside his restaurant. The missing girl has not been seen for over 5 months, and many in the law enforcement community do not believe she would have survived this long.

One year later:

The trial of the McDonalds Manager charged with the abduction of a local girl was cut short today, when a lone gunman shot the manager while he was on his way into the courthouse. The manager was pronounced dead on the scene. The gunman, a local homeless drifter, shot the manager during a psychotic episode he was suffering. The gunman was also killed in the exchange of gunfire with the police deputies guarding the manager. 

Meanwhile, on the farm:

"Well, Sarah, it looks like all the loose ends are tied up now. Now back to your training, my pretty ponygirl. I want those knees up higher."



Curiosity Causes Carol Considerable Pain



But 'Oh the pleasure' in the end, (No pun intended) . A true but cautionary tail of fantasy, curiosity, pain and finally a dawning of a personal pleasure, when a young lady summons up the courage to try and find out what she missed as a teenager at school. (Do not rush to try this – if you have ever remotely considered doing what Carol did, think again, be very sure and extraordinarily careful before you agree to any kinky or in any way doubtful sounding proposal from strangers – or even persons who you think you know well. It could, and has for some, been fatal).

When I started secondary school, at aged thirteen, it was the first year after corporal punishment had been not only been officially frowned upon in state schools but also legislated against in all places. The private school I attended had continued with this form of discipline well after some state schools had bowed to the pressure of a small number of parents and had finally stopped using it only when they were legally obliged to. 

My sister, who was three years my senior, had been at the school in the days when the girls were frequently punished by teachers with a strap or cane and when even prefects were permitted to use the strap under some circumstances. During the two years prior to my starting, this privilege had been reserved for teachers and only the Principal had used the cane, with a teacher or Board of Governors member present, and then only for extreme cases of misconduct.

Now the only form of discipline was detention, high-level discussion with a girl's parents or some form of suspension or expulsion. The older girls at the school were full of stories about how things had been in 'the old days'- many of which I thought were very exaggerated and seemed quite unbelievable - but I was aware from my sister, who had on two occasions been on the receiving end of some serious spankings, that they were far from being just gentle slaps on the bum and, as I had observed for myself, capable of leaving reminders that lasted for some days.

My parents were quite strict disciplinarians in their own way, but usually used nothing more than their hands or, on very rare occasions, a strap. I was not what you might call a model of perfect behaviour but had not caused my parents too much grief (or had managed to avoid their finding out about most of my misdemeanours) and had therefore evaded feeling the worst of their possible punishments. 

I had been spanked on my bare thigh and even given two strokes with the strap on my backside on one occasion (not bare – over my pants) but the worst I had received was six (three on each hand) with the strap from my Mother. It had hurt for a few minutes, but nothing lasting! Never had I had to resort to bending over and getting strapped on my bare bum although I do remember that happening to my sister on one occasion and could see the effect that it had on her.

This spanking of my sister had taken place the previous year and had come about because she had been caught during a lunch break with a small group of other girls smoking and talking about their 'grown up exploits' (all imagined I might add) in a quiet corner behind some classrooms. The prefects had reported them to a teacher who had come and caught them and, after some consideration, had decided to refer them to the Principal as there was at the time a campaign going on to try and stamp out smoking by students and she thought that it may be an opportunity to make an example of them. 

The four girls had been taken onto the stage in the hall in front of a special assembly of the whole school and had each received six strokes of the cane from the Principal. They were apparently bent over to grip their ankles and were steadied and held by a prefect. Their skirts were lifted and they received the strokes over just their pants. From all reports the strokes were very hard. 

That was immediately after lunch. They then had to go to their afternoon classes as normal and report to the principal after school when they were given letters to take home to their parents informing them of what had happened. These letters had a piece for the parents to sign that they had read them and the receipts had to be handed back to the Principal the next morning. Failure to do so – or being caught trying to forge a parent's signature would have brought swift retribution – after a call to the parents concerned.

She had come home still very tender and sore from sitting on a hard chair for the afternoon. I could see that she was very upset but she would not tell my exactly why. When my Mother read the letter she was furious and immediately sent my sister to her room with instructions to get her homework finished before Dad came home because she doubted if she would feel like doing it after he had had dealt with her. 

Mum showed Dad the letter and they sat down in the dinning room and had a long talk. We were not able to hear what was being said but the outcome was my sister being called down and being given a long talking to before Mum went and got the strap and called me in to sit and watch 'what happened to girls who did such bad things'. (In case I ever had any ideas about trying something like that).

Mum unceremoniously removed my sister's pants and draped her over the back of a dinning room chair, firmly holding her hands in place on the seat. Her skirt was pulled clear and, sitting on a chair behind all this action, I cold see five distinct parallel welts across her backside, from the very top of her thighs to almost the top of the crease of her bum. On of these stripes was extra angry looking and seemed wider and at a slightly different angle and I realized that this was where the sixth stroke had landed almost on top of an earlier one. It looked very painful. 

Dad then, without further ado, gave her twelve very hard straps across her bum and upper legs. Each time the leather struck my sister screamed and bucked and Mum had great difficulty in holding her in place. Her backside turned from blotchy pink to red and almost purple as the strap flattened the soft flesh and even the raised welts from the earlier caning. 

At then end of the twelve strokes, Dad told her to stand up – "quickly, because the dinner that your mother has cooked for us is spoiling" – handed her the strap, telling her to put it away and freshen herself up and to be back sitting at the table in five minutes ready for her meal. After dinner she had to do all the dishes on her own and then go straight to bed. Nothing more was ever said about the incident – my parents did not tend to 'harp on' about such things, they were done and over. 

The next morning I slipped into my sister's room and she agreed to show me the lines and bruises from the cane and the strap. She was very stiff and tender for some days and even the slightest bump in that area caused her to grimace. I was both fascinated and horrified. I think that even at that stage when the visual effects of her punishment was still making me vouch that I would never want to receive such a beating, I was still secretly fascinated and wondering just what it really felt like!

In an attempt, I guess, to try and retain some degree of order, the school clamped down on behaviour in the only way left available to them and I received a few detentions – all for quite minor transgressions. These usually involved staying in and either learning some long and dull poem, writing lines or walking around the grounds picking up rubbish. In truth, at the time, this seemed to be worse than getting spanked. It took up valuable time when I might have been with my friends enjoying myself (although very often my friends were also doing detention) and in a perverse way I wondered what it would have been like to just get a spanking and get it over with. We were not to find out, of course.

I thought very little more about corporal punishment over the next few years and completed school then went on to university. This was a new and different environment where my peers were a varied bunch with all sort of different, sometimes radical, ideas and opinions. Some of their behaviour was very 'way out' and there were a few who seemed to enjoy, at least talking about, a range of 'kinky' things, including what I learned was generically called BDSM. 

Certain magazines and books on this and other somewhat dubious subjects came through my hands and I sometimes sort of fantasised about spanking and some lighter forms of submission in addition to but none the less very closely associated with sex. I was still a sexual virgin and you have to understand that these were fleeting, passing thoughts and I never really considered anything seriously. 

I graduated and started work. As a young, educated, liberated but still virginal lady of twenty-three, who had for four years lived in student accommodation and flats away from home and who was now sharing a flat with two other girls while working in a city some way from the small town where my parents resided, I had the freedom and means to be able to think more seriously some of the things that had previously been nothing more than passing daydreams.

Strangely, the fantasy of spanking seemed at that time to be stronger than any sexual one. Quite possibly because I did not have any particular boyfriend and there was no one who caused me to think about the pros and cons of loosing my virginity. On the other hand, I appeared to be brought into contact with articles and information on BDSM – even although I was not aware that I was actually actively looking out for them. The thoughts about what it might be like to receive a firm spanking – perhaps like my sister had that time – often seemed to come to mind and I found myself fantasising more and more frequently about such possibilities. 

It was during the winter, wrapped up (almost disguised) in scarves and hats, that I started to look through some of the very dubious shops that I had seem and which appeared to cater for people with all sorts of perversions (for want of a better name) including what I thought I may be looking for. Some of these carried advertisements from people who were looking for the same things as me and/or offering to provide the services to them. I carefully read through these and debated about trying one. 

As I considered it more, the desire to experiment in this activity – which I rationalised, was safer that experimenting with sex – grew. Very soon I was completely hooked on the idea and totally committed to actually trying to arrange for a meeting with one of the people who was adverting. I thought carefully about how I would go about arranging this and determined that I would have total control over the 'experiment'. Of course, I totally ignored the fact that came through in all the written accounts I had read of such encounters - that I was going to be the submissive and that, in such a case, I would have very little actual control if the dominant person decided to be difficult.

I chose several persons to contact and started to very carefully, I thought, find out more about each and their 'services'. For some reason I had no special preference at that time for the ones that were obviously either male or female. I had the impression that persons who were dedicated to this activity did not, as a matter of course, indulge in sex. I was therefore equally 'safe' with either gender – so I thought. I sort of thought that an older person might be more sensible about what they did and have more respect for the (client – victim – what would I be called) and generally safer and more responsible to be around.

I telephoned several and was somewhat put off by their voices or attitude in all cases except one. Then I e-mailed some others and considered their replies (where they came – several did not respond for some reason). In the end I made arrangement to meet with two of them, separately of course, on neutral ground -in a coffee lounge of my choice.

The first was a man of somewhat indeterminable age – I would guess late fifties, but he could have been older – and he sounded very nice on the telephone. He was very polite when he met me and seemed to be understanding and caring. I was very anxious making and keeping the appointment but he quickly put me at ease and answered my nervous and awkward question in a mater-of-fact and reassuring manner. He said that he was a retired headmaster from a large school and I could easily believe that was the case as he has a very calm and almost 'fatherly' way about him. I said I would think about it and call him.

The second was a lady who had come across as pleasant in my e-mail contacts with her. I was less worried about meeting with her as a stranger, as it would seem much more natural to anyone watching than it may have when I met with a man. She was quite nice but came across as very severe in personality and somehow quite frightened me. Still, I was not sure and said I would contact her if I decided to go ahead with my fantasy – which both of them seemed to be very happy to call it.

I mulled the matter over in my mind for several days. The man had told me that he had a wife who would be present if I wished – and that was sort of reassuring. He seemed nice enough. Trustworthy I would have thought. The lady was much more businesslike and this made her seem more threatening, but on the other hand she seemed to understand exactly what I had in the back of my mind and she was very comfortable talking me through what she envisaged and what I would need to do in the way of planning before a visit to her. 

Neither mentioned anything about sex and I assumed from my reading about the subject that was because sex generally did not constitute part of such encounters. Both said they had premises that were "central and discreet". The final decision to go ahead with my plan was easy – I was feeling more and more turned on with the whole idea the more I thought about it and after a few days 

I was so aroused and almost desperate to proceed as quickly as I could. I was so anxious that, even after deciding it may be safer and less threatening to go for the lady, when she e-mailed back to me and said she would be unavailable for two weeks, I immediately telephoned the man and made an appointment to see him the next evening, which was a Friday. 

He provided his address, told me what to wear and how to act when I arrived. I hung up the 'phone still shaking and highly excited. Sleep that night was difficult as I first wondered if I was doing the right thing – or at least a wise thing - and then became lost in a highly arousing series of fantastic dreams – both awake and asleep. 

All during Friday I felt a combination of fear, excitement and anticipation, while my stomach seemed to churn and I was unable to eat properly. I went home from work, showered, dressed in nice underwear (no stockings) a white blouse, a knee length pleated skirt and medium healed shoes. I made up carefully and leaving in plenty of time so as to not be late, I bussed the short distance to the area when he lived and found the address.

I was a little early and took the opportunity to look more closely at the property from the opposite side of the street as I walked by – trying to look as if I was just walking along the road going somewhere else. It was just on dusk and in the half-light I could se that that the neighbouring house were separated with a wooden fence about four feet high and a large number of medium sized shrubs. 

The house was of an older style, built over a garage that had been excavated in to the rising ground and was approached from the front gate through a narrow strip of well-maintained flower garden and a partly obscured front door. Anyone going in to the property at that time of day would be un-noticeable once they were through the gate and, even if there was a light shinning through the front door when it was opened, they would not be distinctly seen from the road.

I looked at my watch, crossed the street and walked back to the house, and as casually as I could entered the gate, went up to the door and, heart aflutter, I knocked. There was a movement inside and a lady – probably about the same age as the man I had met – answered the door. I stuttered in a voice that seemed to fail me and huskily whispered that I was Carol. She smiled, very sweetly, and said, "Come in. We are expecting you."

Inside I was led to a small, warm sitting room with comfortable old furnishings, and invited to sit down for a few minutes. 

I sat where she indicated and, quite naturally, glanced around the room noting the fact that it seemed totally 'normal'. There was no hint that this was anything but the sitting room of a regular, average, run-of-the-mill older middle-aged couple. My mind had wondered a little but was brought back to reality when I heard the lady saying, "Do you understand all that".

What had I missed as mind had wondered? "Excuse me", I said, trying to recover the situation, "I was admiring the lovely room you have here".

She glared at me and went out of the room for several minutes, returning with (I presume) her husband – the man I had met. Both of their manners had changed noticeably and I immediately understood that my 'time' had begun. I leapt to my feet and turned to face them.

"At least you had the decency and respect to be on time", said the man – very gruffly. " Just as well, or you would have paid for it". His wife added ominously. "You know why you are here and that your own actions have led to this situation", went on the man – glaring into my eyes. I recognised the double meaning of that comment and, somewhat frightened by his manner, replied, "yes".

"You will address me as Sir. It's Yes Sir", he snapped back at me, "And you will address this lady as madam". I stood silent. "I see she has trouble with her manners as well as her hearing", he said to his wife, and, turning back to me, "hold out both your hands – straight in front of you – about a foot apart – stiff elbows, flat hands – keep them there and very still". Taking a ruler, about eighteen inches long that his wife handed to him he cracked it down firmly on my right hand. The speed that he acted caught me by surprise and the sudden sting caused me to gasp and withdraw my hand back against my chest. Without warning and before I had really reacted to that first hit, the ruler pounded down on my left hand and made me yelp with pain and withdraw that hand as well.

"Did I or didn't I tell you to stay perfectly still"? He asked and when I just looked at him blankly, wondering why he expected me to have no reaction to the spanks, he turned to his wife and said, "She is worse than I thought. We had better take her in hand right away". 

As I stood there the lady repeated what she had apparently been saying earlier. "You have come here for correction and, although you may see that as trying to fulfil a fantasy (as you put it) we believe that anyone who has that desire really has an underlying need to atone for some transgressions. It with that understanding that we agree to punish you as we see fit. 

Obviously you have come here of your own volition, but we also have to protect ourselves against people who might try to gain from us by some sort of trickery. We therefore ask you to read, complete and sign this statement. If you agree to the terms that we place on your coming here there will be no turning back – unless you give the signal."

She then asked me my age as at the nearest birthday. "Twenty-three", I replied. (My actual age). "Date of birth"? I gave this and she looked at the man and then me. "In one month she will be twenty-four but she tells us her nearest birthday was twenty-three. She is already lying to us".

She changed the figure on the form to twenty-four. "We believe that from the time a person becomes a teenager they should and must be capable of being responsible for the actions. You became a teenager the moment you turned thirteen. Therefore we deduct twelve years from your age to the nearest birthday, which, in your case leaves twelve years of being responsible. All punishments will therefore be in groups of twelve. 




Curiosity Causes Carol Considerable Pain



Now, you will submit to all decreed punishments and we will determine what they might be – without any reference to you. If it becomes impossible – really impossible – to endure any punishment, remembering that you have by coming here already acknowledged that you need this discipline and, had it been given to you as and when it may have been due you would have had no option but to accept it – you may use your safe word. What is this word'?

I racked my brain for some word that I would be able to say – even in an emergency. In noticed a stand in one corner with objects standing in it and said, "Umbrella". And then remembering, just in time, "Madam".

She filled in the word and gave me the short form to read. It set out that, acknowledging that I required punishment for twelve years of uncorrected misdemeanours, I had voluntarily requested them to punish me in any manner that they deemed suitable and that I would unreservedly accept such punishments. In an extreme circumstance I had the right to use my safe word. 

If I called out 'Umbrella' that punishment would immediately cease and I would be given three minutes to consider my position. If after that time I repeated the word the punishments would terminate. If I did not repeat the word punishments would recommence. I looked up at the couple standing grimly before me and quickly thought to myself 'is this what I wanted'? I hesitated, signed the paper and handed it back to the lady – shaking as I did so.

Without a word they each took one of my arms and led me firmly but gently to a room at the back of the house and down some stairs. It would have been against or even cut into the hill and behind the garage, I thought. No windows and, from the look of the walls and the back of the door it was probably perfectly soundproof. 

There were a number of strange but initially quite innocent looking tables and benches around the room; several large locked cupboards and, I noticed out of the corner of my eyes as I adjusted to a sort of gloom created by a number of low-power lights, a series of hooks and mirrors on parts of the walls and ceiling. There was linoleum on the floor and the room seemed very warm, although there was no sign of any heating.

"Discipline, to be totally effective, must have abundant elements of cleansing, humiliation and pain and there must also be the firm understanding that even if one does not like the punishment it is a natural consequence of being naughty and no amount of pleading or crying will change that. We take particular care to ensure that all this, and the reason for it, is fully understood before when we set out to correct wayward young ladies", said the gentleman – very sternly. 

His wife continued, "You are apparently well aware that you have been bad and have deserved punishments that up until now you have managed to avoid. You have already demonstrated to us that you have a wayward manner and cannot obey simple instructions. We assume that you really do agree to be punished and do not expect to be let off with anything less than you deserve."

I recognised this as being my last chance to back out. I had butterflies in my stomach and chills running up and down my spine but had already given the matter a great deal of thought and determined to go ahead. Not trusting myself to try and speak I simply nodded my head in agreement – briefly looking at both of them and then quickly looking away, casting my eyes down to the floor. 

Without warning I felt my skirt being lifted and a sharp pain as the ruler struck first one upper thigh and then the other. "Didn't I tell you how to address us?", said the lady. I looked up, gasping and holding back tears as I stammered, "Yes Sir. Yes Madam".

"Cleansing, humiliation and pain", repeated the lady. "We will start with some humiliation – strip down to your underclothes and shoes".

I hesitated, looking around for somewhere to go to take off my upper garments. A sharp slap from the ruler, again on my thigh, quickly made me realise that they meant 'Now', and 'Right there in front of them'. I hastily removed my jacket, blouse and skirt; dropping them where I stood. 

Another slap on the thigh. "Untidy as well", said the lady, "Fold them, tidily, and put them on that chair by the wall". I yelped, remembered to say 'Yes madam', and quickly bent and recovered my clothes; folded them neatly and placed them on the chair before returning to stand, hands and arms automatically trying to cover my near nakedness.

Another sharp slap on the thigh. "Stand up very straight at all times, with your hands at your side. It is not good manners, or good for you, to slouch". I noticed that both these people, even in their middle age, were straight-backed and upstanding.

The man moved forward, took my arm and led me to a washbasin on one wall. He turned on the tap and, removing a small, fresh cake of soap (the size one gets in hotels) from its wrapper, proceeded to get it thoroughly wet and soft on the outside. I stood there wondering what he was up to. I was very soon to learn! At a nod from the man the lady gripped my upper arms from behind, pulling them and me slightly back. He pinched my nose and pushed back by head a little. "Cleaning for the inside", he said, "I have no doubt that you have been rude and impolite to someone over the past twelve years".

My mouth had come open to enable me to breath and he forced his other hand into it depositing the soap all around my teeth, tongue and pallet. When the whole cake had been spread inside my mouth he let go my nose and lifted my chin to close my lips. The lady let go my arms and I immediately went to try and remove the soap. 'Slap' on my thigh again. You will stand there for twelve minutes as you contemplate any rudeness or sharp or unkind word you may have spoken. Stand up straight – hands at your side".

The soap tasted foul and was bubbling in my clenched mouth even as I breathed through my nose. After a while the bubbles even started to affect my nose and I was almost reaching as traces of soap started to trickle down my throat. I could hear a clock ticking away some where in the room but was unable to see the time and, behind me I cold hear the couple moving around and doing something.

Finally the lady came over and handed me a new, unopened tooth brush and a tube of toothpaste with instructions to wash out my mouth, clean my teeth, come back across the room and stand before them. It is no easy task to get soap out of one's mouth and the taste lingers for a long time, but, as quickly as I could I complied with her instructions – if only to try and avoid another slap with that ruler.

"That was much better, and you will remember you mouth before you are rude or unkind to anyone in the future", the man said. "Now we will continue with your humiliation and cleansing". He led me to a narrow table covered in plastic sheeting. "Remove you panties and lay on your back on the table", he said. I again hesitated but out of the corner of my eye I saw the lady advancing with the ruler and, overcoming my shyness and reluctance to expose myself in that fashion I replied, "Yes Sir", and complied with the instruction.

Immediately I lay back on the table the lady produced a pair of leather straps from below and fastened them around me – one at waist level and the other across my shoulders and just above my breasts. Both straps also trapped my arms at my side. The head end of the table was slightly lowered and I could see a pair of short poles being clamped to the other end. These, I soon found, were actually leg rests which splayed out from the table and into which my lower legs were strapped holding them firmly apart and exposing my virgin sex.

The lady then produced two shinning enamel containers that she hung onto extensions of the poles that secured my legs. Each had a length of hose coming from the lower rim and the hoses had some sort of tap about half way up. One was a little larger than the other. 

I closed my eyes with embarrassment as first the lady and then the man arranged the equipment and me just as the wanted. I felt one of them smearing something cool and creamy around my anus and one of the hoses being inserted quite deeply into my bowel. My protests against this invasion were met with a stinging slap on my thigh with that ruler. I felt slightly nauseous but lay there silent – eyes firmly shut against the humiliation.

A slow, warm trickle of fluid started to enter my bowels as the tap was turned on. I lay there feeling my insides alternately accepting and then trying to repel the flow. It stopped and I thought to myself 'that was not too bad'.

I was startled back into reality when I felt that creamy substance being applied around and just inside my vagina. "Stop – you can't do that – I am a virgin – no, noooo". The lady, who was starting to put the end of the other tube into my tunnel smiled over at me lying trussed and helpless. "I won't alter that in any way – don't worry, this will do you no harm at all". Totally forgetting about any safe words I again protested, "No, not in there, no, no,no". Slap. I promptly shut up, smarting, and saved my breath to help combat the feeling of both containers now slowly empting into me.

They alternately stopped and restarted the flows of the warm liquids and my intestines and sexual passages began to rebel more and more as they filled. I lay there becoming more and more uncomfortable until, finally, there was no further flow and they turned off the two taps. The pipe into my anus was slowly withdrawn – which was itself an arousing and disturbing feeling – to be immediately replaced with a large object which stretched my sphincter and totally blocked that passage despite my body's natural reaction to try and expel it. The severe glare from the man as my eyes popped wide open stifled any desire to make any noise or objection.

"You will now lay there for twelve minutes and if you expel any fluids during that time you will be punished for lack of self control", the lady sweetly informed me as the moved away from the table and left me to my misery. My body quickly began to ache and, although not painful as such, the fluids inside caused me alternate cramps and sudden tensing movements that threatened to force the invaders out. I gritted my teeth and tried to ignore my lower body entirely in the hope that I could control the desire to let the fluids escape by saying to myself they were not there.

This seemed to be working and I lay there eyes closed and forming an image of being on a warm beach in the sun, dozing. 

A cold hand on my stomach broke the dream. "Pay attention – this is not meant to provide the means to enable you to lay there and relax". The man slowly, carefully withdrew the pipe from by vagina. It's over, I thought. But no, something thick was now being forced, carefully and gently, but none-the-less determinedly into my vagina. The hard round head just penetrated the stretched outer ring and allowed the severely stretched tissue to close tightly around a neck on the device. My tortured nerve ends caused me to grip tightly to this invading object but that was just what the couple had anticipated.

A faint buzzing sound and vibrations started to stir the tighten muscles all around my pelvic area and down into my legs. All my attention was again focused back to the liquid filled parts of my body as the sexual stimulations from both the vibrating dildo and the huge anal plug greatly heightened all feelings and sensations in that area. 

I began to involuntarily strain against my bonds and in so doing caused the fluids to move around and increase my internal discomfort.

The arousing stimulation and the distressing pressures internally continued to grab my attentions as I struggled against the alternating rise and fall in the speed of the vibrator and the overwhelming need to get rid of the unwanted contents of my bowels and sexual parts grew to unbearable levels. One or other of the couple would also, without warning, place a freezing cold hand somewhere on my stomach making it impossible for me to blank out any unwanted sensations and lay still.

Finally the twelve minutes must have been up and the vibrator stopped and I felt my legs and torso being unfastened.

"We are going to remove the dildo. You have done well but you must keep the fluid inside until you are told to expel it into the toilet. Do you understand"? I nodded, trying to focus all my attention on meeting these requirements. The ruler slapped cruelly against my thigh. "Do you understand"? "Yes Sir".

I felt every, strangely erotic, movement of the slow removal of the dildo as I waited, gripping the edge of the table, poised to immediately close the muscles tightly. "Well done. Now we will take out the plug – remember, try and hold all the fluids". I remembered to say, 'yes sir'.

Relaxing the sphincter to allow easy removal of the plug while still holding on to liquid in my vagina kept me focused more than I had ever concentrated on anything before. I went to move one hand to stop any leakage but was treated to another slap from the ruler that almost made me loose what control I had. I felt the plug leave my anus and strained to close the hole that had become used to being open. I felt the trickle of fluid against my back and knew I had failed to hold it back.

"Oh dear", said the lady, we have spilled some. "You do have a low level of self control. Obviously you have been allowed to have your own way too much over the past twelve years". The table was again brought level and I was instructed to get down and stand alongside it.

Getting off was very difficult for several reasons. I was desperately trying to hold the fluids back. The churning in my stomach had started to become very uncomfortable with the change in position of the table and then the movement to get down and my limbs were quite stiff from having been bound down and then all the tensing of the muscles as I had tried to control all the conflicting feelings. As I stood up I staggered a little and in balancing myself I let more of the liquid escape.

"Go and kneel on that low bench – forehead touching the seat". I awkwardly waddled to the bench and knelt on it, fluid dripping as I went. It was not very wide and I gripped the sides to avoid falling off. "I think six with the wooden paddle will do", the man said, "Oh, and in case you were wondering, the ruler does not count as part of your official punishment. It is just out little reminder to keep you focused on the real matter at hand." By now I was remembering to say 'yes sir' and 'yes madam' to every little thing that was said – even if perhaps I may not have been intended to. It was better than those slaps on the thigh!.

I did not hear the first slap coming and as the paddle landed directly across the centre of my posterior I almost let everything go. In the event I managed to hold myself and tensed for the second hit. It was along time coming and I had almost, but not quite, relaxed a bit. Slap. Again I managed to hold on. Another long pause but I had the rhythm now and was ready when it came. Slap, slap, slap – the last three came in rapid succession, totally unexpected and very hard. 

The reaction of my muscles in my legs, back and bottom as they twitched uncontrollably from the sudden pain prevented me in keeping both the anus and my vagina gripped tight. Something had to give and fortunately only the remaining contents of my sexual tunnel came out onto the bench and down to the floor. I just managed to keep the more messy contents of my back passage contained. But the way my insides were heaving it would not be possible for much longer.

"You are a messy child. Here, you had better cleanup all that, and the table', and the lady tossed me several towels. Gripping my arse cheeks together and bending as little as I could, I carefully mopped up what was actually a surprisingly small amount of the fluid I had allowed to escape from my vagina and stood in front of the couple holding the towels. Naked, except for my bra and hardly able to keep still with the growing discomfort in my bowels.

"You may put the towels in the laundry basket and use the toilet now. You would have saved yourself a lot of time, discomfort and pain if you were more in control of yourself", the man said. "Yes Sir. Thank you Sir". I looked around and located the laundry basket and as I staggered awkwardly to it I tried to see where the door to the toilet was. Suddenly I realised that the toilet was actually placed on the back wall and not in a separate room. All part of the humiliation I thought, but I was too desperate to use it to really care any more.

I sat on the toilet and, after getting over the pain from my spanked rear, my insides relaxed and everything just emptied out in a great rush. I suddenly felt s little nauseous again and quite exhausted. I sat there getting my breath and allowing the last of the contents of both passages and my bladder to empty.

"Would you have a shower now, please. You have twelve minutes". It was the lady who spoke. "Yes madam". I roused myself and used the toilet paper. I flushed the toilet, removed my bra (carefully folding it with my other clothes) and walked towards where a shower protruded from the wall over a slightly concave area of floor. No surrounding screen of course. 

The lady turned on the shower and I stepped under its warm, revitalising flow. After a couple of minutes, when I was quite wet, she stopped the shower and beckoned me to one side. I was sure that then twelve minute was not up but what she wanted to do was soap me thoroughly all over, including in and around both my anal and my vaginal entrances. More of the humiliation and especially so with the man standing there watching everything. Back under the water, which was so relaxing and warm that I was almost feeing human again.

Until – yes there was a sadistic twist to everything – the water started to get colder and colder. Yes, the last two or three minutes of that shower were with icy cold water. 

Suddenly the twelve minutes was up and the water was turned off. I looked around for a towel as I was starting to shiver with the cold water clinging to my body. "Oh no, my dear, said the lady, you used the towels to clean up your mess". I was starting to hate this sweet old lady and her sadistic ways.

The man now seemed to take charge. "Come here". "Yes Sir". "You have been cleansed and you now obviously have some humility. We can now move on to the main reason for your wanting to come to us tonight". "Yes Sir".

The man sat down on a chair and the lady placed a sheet of plastic over his legs. She then led my to him and had me lay across his legs ready to be spanked. (The plastic was obviously to keep his trousers from getting wet from my dripping body). 

"Twelve. Please count aloud".

He started a slow and incredibly hard hand spanking across the whole of my damp by rapidly drying bottom and I cold feel the warm pain spreading through them. As I counted the strokes I registered that they hurt, increasingly as we went on, and that I was crying from the sting, but it was not all that bad. Not as painful as I had imagined. I was quite pleased with myself and not at all displeased with the effect – so far.

"Stand". I stood, a little unsteady from having my head down so long. "Thank you Sir".

"I think you should have something to drink. There is a glass of fruit juice on that table". Thank you Madam".

Also on the table was arrays of rather frightening looking implements that I realised were for disciplining me. Inwardly I thought 'hell' outwardly I felt myself shudder. "Don't spend all night just standing there, girl, Bring that leather strap to me". "Yes madam".

I picked up the leather strap, which was about eighteen inches ling an split along about two thirds of its length. The un-split end was slightly shaped into a handle. It was quite stiff and hard with one shiny side and the other naturally rougher. I walked back to the Lady and handed it to her. The man had been walking alongside me and watching what I did. There was a familiar slap on my thigh and I jumped. " Watch", he said. The lady laid the strap across her two hands so that both ends extended beyond her hands. The man took the strap by the handle and picked it up.




Curiosity Causes Carol Considerable Pain



"Hold out both you hands", he told me. Thinking that he was about to place the strap back in my hand I held them out, straight in from of me as he had instructed. Slap, Slap. A single stroke across each had. I kept them straight out this time. One learns! The sting was severe on palms still damp and soft from the shower! "Thank you Sir".

He placed the strap on my hands and I turned and delivered it the lady. "Bend over the back of that chair. Grip the seat and place your feet on the outside of the chair's back legs". "Yes Madam", I moved to comply. The air, although warm, felt chillsome around my still damp and tender sex, which was obscenely exposed to the couple. I gripped the chair and waited. 

The lady came alongside me to the left and rested the strap on my backside, judging her distance and position. A couple of taps and a sudden swish as the heavy leather descended. A loud 'crack' as it connected with my tender bottom and I gasped with the sudden flame of pain sinking into the flesh. Uncertain if I was meant to count I decided that it was safer to do so and hissed out 'One, Madam'.

I felt the shudders still running up my thighs and around my waist when the second stroke fell a fraction lower. "Two, Madam", I gasped and felt the shudders running up and down the entire length of my legs.

'CRACK' and the third stroke connected with just the lower part of my left bum cheek, curling a little into the open crack and the inner part of the top on my left leg. The pain cause involuntary quivers down that leg that had my foot tapping on the ground. I lifted my foot and move my legs closer together, just remembering to whisper 'three'.

"Move again and the stroke does not count", said the man, and I quickly resumed the set position. 

Four, Five and six descended in short order and my flaming backside was bouncing violently as I gripped the seat of the chair in an attempt to keep in position. The strokes had now covered from a little above my knees to the top of my posterior. 

There was a pause and I was conscious of the lady having moved to my right hand side.

Swish – CRACK. "Seven" I felt the square end of the strap flick against the battered right cheek.

Eight, Nine, Ten, worked their way up my right leg and across my bum.

Eleven. I leapt up and grabbed the point of impact. Dancing around trying to stop the pain. It had connected right across the join between the top on my legs and the curve of my backside. "You are not to count that one", said the lady. Now get back before we start adding to the number for gross disobedience".

Gingerly, stiffly, I bent back over the chair. Eleven. Twelve. I almost yelled out the last two numbers as they drove the very breath out of me with their severity. Remembering, I stayed in position until, after inspecting – intimately –the effects of her handiwork, the lady gave me permission to stand up. "Thank you Madam". I stood rigidly to attention, hands at my sides, trying not to sway, fearing what would happen if I did not.

"You handled that quite well", she said, "You may have another drink. I did not really want that drink but I reasoned that it gave me a few minutes more respite. "Thank You Madam".

As I stood at the table with my drink, frantically trying to drive the pain from my body, the couple came over to me. The lady spoke. "You are half way through your punishment and have done very well so far. What is to come includes some elements of pain infliction that do not fall into the categories one would normally associate with the old ideas of, shall we say, schoolgirl discipline". 

"Now you could argue that some of the cleansing and humiliation from the first half of your time with us would not be classified that way either, but we believe that there was nothing there to take you beyond the pain levels you could be expected to tolerate. Later on there could be. Knowing what you now know, we are asking you to decide from three options". 

"Stop now and go home with the knowledge that you did well in what you have experienced and can return if you feel so inclined in the future".

"Stay and receive just a severe canning- beyond what is currently promised but still within the limits of some schoolgirl punishments of old".

"Stay and try and take everything we had planned as your introduction to this world of discipline. Even this is not everything that you could expect if you ever decided to explore the field further, but it would give you a good insight into most aspects of the art".

I looked at this very ordinary, outwardly respectable couple and considered. I had been hurt and humiliated – but this is what I had been looking for. They had done nothing that had caused me lasting damage or anything that I could not have stopped or prevented at any time. They seemed to be quite trustworthy. I was both intrigued about the possibilities and afraid of what I was possibly getting into. 

"May I ask a question, Sir'?

"Yes". I could see that they both had given me a kindly look as he answered. They were clearly pleased with what I had learned so far that night. That alone almost answered my question.

"If I decide to stay for just the canning would I be able to come back to you some other time to experience some of the other punishments and, I suppose the converse of that, If I stay with a view to trying to take all the things you had in store for me, and fail to stay the distance, would I be able to resume at a later date?"

"Yes, either is possible, although you may feel differently by the time you leave here".

"Thank you Sir. May I please prevail upon you for one more piece of information"?

"Yes".

"I have lost all track of time. I know it was six o'clock when I came in but I cannot imagine what the time is now and, if I were to stay, when we might finish. You appreciate that I share a flat with two other girls. We come and go as we like at all hours but I would like to be sure of getting home at a reasonable hour – not too much after midnight – to avoid untoward questions, however innocent".

The lady, grinned, and pointed to the source of the ticking I had heard earlier – a wall clock over the door. It was just on eight o'clock. "If you stayed for just the canning – even allowing for some 'recovery time' you would expect to be away by nine at the latest. If we went through the whole programme you would easily be away well before midnight".

I again hesitated – slightly - somewhat concerned by the words 'recovery time'. Up until now I had experienced considerable humiliation and some pain, but as I stood there thinking about her last words I also had the feeling that the pain they had inflicted on me was not as severe as it might have been. It was almost s if they had been holding back and not being to forceful with the punishments that they had given me. 

Curiosity overcame any further fears and I stood up straight, looked them both straight in the eyes and said, "I would like to try and complete the whole programme, please". I lowered my eyes to the floor and stood still and rigid.

The whole atmosphere again changed and I felt a chill run down my spine – in spite of the warmth of the room.

The lady again took control. "Bring me the flogger with the wide thongs", she instructed, as she moved towards some apparatus that her husband was setting up.

On the table were quite a number of different things - most of which I had very little idea of what they might be used for – but I immediately recognised what she had told me to bring. It was probably a dozen or more rubber strips, about an inch or more wide and two feet ling, attached to a short wooden handle. Not forgetting my earlier training, I carried it to her in my outstretched hands and she took it without comment.

He husband led me to the equipment he had ready. First my wrists were placed in soft, fur-lined, cuffs and clipped to ropes that, when tightened, had my arms forming a 'Y' above me. Next he fitted a two-foot long spreader between my feet, also attached by means of fur-lined cuffs to my ankles. The slack was taken up on the arm ropes until I was forced to stand just off the flat of my feet but not quite on tiptoe.

Finally a pole was placed between my legs. Ropes at each end were then pulled up over pulleys at ceiling level and the pole drawn up into my crutch so that if I left my feet as they had been placed it dug quite cruelly into my sex and if I stood further up on tiptoe I had some relief between my legs but my legs and toes became very tired with the strain. 

The lady then started to apply the twelve lashes with the flogger. My back and shoulders, my stomach and breasts, my legs, as close to my pubic area as the pole would allow. All without warning; irregularly spaced and in the different areas at random. I bounced around trying to absorb the pain of the flogging and the torment from the device between my legs. 

At the end of the twelve lashes I was left to hang in the for the remainder of the twelve minutes allocated for that punishment before being unfastened and told to have another drink as my body fought to expel as much of the pain as it could before they started the next phase. 

As I stood at the table, where there were still a number of devices that may or may not have been intended for use on me. There were more than six different things o I could only guess that they were not all for me and had to theorise just what I was going to be asked to carry back to the waiting lady or man.

"Bring those four chopsticks over here, please". It was the lady speaking. I turned to the table, picked up two pairs of wooded chopsticks that were lying there and carried them to the lady, wondering what on earth they could be going to do with them.

"Stand here, please". The man this time. I was positioned in a 'Y' again, but this time my arms were not stretched so much and there was no spreader between by legs. Instead my ankles were attached to two rings that were set into the floor about two feet apart. I was able to stand easily but watched anxiously as man took one pair of the chopsticks and fastened a rubber ring around one end of them. He then repeated the process with the other pair before handing them back to the lady.

I stood there wondering. The man took a small device from his pocket and, holding it against one of my nipples, flicked a switch on its side. A charge of electricity immediately hit my nipple and it seemed to grow long and full as the sting raced through it. He immediately too one pair of the chopsticks from the lady and locked them around my turgid nipple – right at the base where it joined the rest of my breast – fastening the other end with another rubber ring. This effective and painful clamp locked the burning nipple, which sent ripples of pain through me as he tweaked the ends of the chopsticks.

The process was repeated on the other nipple and I was almost wetting myself from the mixture of pain and enormous sexual arousal that was being generated. My pussy was wet with this arousal and as if anticipating this, he walked behind me and touched between my legs with that horrid electric shock device. I thrust forward and turned to one side in an attempt to avoid the pain. He anticipated my move and touched the device against my out-thrust pussy where the dampness caused a perfect conductor as he again flicked the switch.

I was dancing on the end of the ropes trying to shake the pain (and admittedly, the pleasure) from my body when the first strokes of a many-tailed whip started the first its twelve strokes. 

This whip differed from the other 'flogger in that the thongs were only about one eighth to one quarter of and inch wide and seemed to capable of flicking into every crease and crevice of my body as they were laid on. The blows landed all over my back, around my waist, across my breasts, across the top of my thighs and up between my legs. As they were flicked against me it felt as if they were cutting through the flesh and I was sure that they had opened up slices all over my body because I could feel what I assumed to be blood running over my skin.

What was that safe word? My mind tried to shut out the pain and concentrate. "Umb....." another blow hit me and I screamed instead of completing the word. When a blow landed on my back I involuntarily threw my shoulders back to try and cover that area. This thrust my chest forward and the next blow landed on my front, curling across my stomach and around my tortured breasts – causing those confounded chopsticks to flick around and further torment my stinging nipples.

Suddenly it stopped. Were they waiting for me to say umbrella again? No, as I opened my eyes I realised that they were putting that vicious instrument of torture back on the table. I must have received all of the promised twelve strokes. 

My whole body was on fire – especially the ultra-sensitive parts such as breasts and between my legs. It felt as if those thongs had cut right up into my vagina. I carefully locked to see how much it had been cut and how badly I as bleeding. All I could see was a number of fine red lines and a considerable amount of sweat running down my stomach.

The thongs of that flogger were rubber – not leather - and although they had a devastating feel about them they did not cut or permanently mark the body. I started to feel quite proud of myself for being able to resist the temptation to use the safe word. No, I thought, you tried – un-necessarily – to say it but the pain stopped you.

I was left to stand, with only an occasional flick of the chopsticks to ensure that I did not switch off the thoughts of the pain, until my twelve minutes was up.

They were untying me and removing the chopsticks. The sudden flow of blood into by tortured nipples caused them to throb. I was stinging all over. I stood – trying to stay still until I was told to move. I was tired but did not want to sit down for fear of hurting more. I wanted this to stop – but didn't. I wished I had not come here – but at the same time something was attracting me to stay!

"Walk around for a bit and have another drink". The lady's voice penetrated my confused mind. "Thank you, Madam". I walked stiffly towards the table and drank the glass of fruit juice they had placed there for me. Gradually the immediate, all pervading feeling from the latest abuse started to fade and although my whole body was alive to the fact that it had been soundly thrashed, everything started to become bearable and 'real' again.

"You are doing well, not far to go now". The man was speaking to me. "Thank you Sir. I think I can complete my punishment, Sir".

I was directed to go and stand facing a section of wall that had a rail attached to it – very much like the type used in ballet schools. I had to grip the rail and then shuffle my feet backwards until my arms were outstretched; my torso was almost parallel with the floor; my legs were straight up from the floor (almost at right angles to my torso) and my feet about a foot apart.

"What would your prefer this time?" The man was talking to the lady. "The short paddle with the holes or the board of correction?" It was clear that they were discussing what instrument my next punishment was going to be inflicted with.

"The board, I think". I heard the lady pick up something and walk towards me. "Hold very tight; stand still and count. If you try and stand up or cover yourself the stroke will not count. You will receive twelve strokes as agreed". She said. I braced myself.

Smack. "One, Madam".

Two and three followed and I could tell that she was not applying these strokes as hard as she could have. Never-the –less, the effect was still very much there and the pain was significant. I gripped the rail harder – thankful that I had something to hang on to and to direct some of my thoughts to and away from my bruised backside.

Four, five, six. Half way. I was yelping and starting to wriggle as the pain intensified. Tears were starting to flow.

Seven, eight, nine. I was crying freely now and having great difficulty keeping my position.

As pause. I knew as soon as I heard 'ten' coming that it was going to be harder. I involuntarily stiffened my legs and tightened my bottom – the wrong thing to do as it meant that the stiff board struck a firm surface instead of the blow being absorbed by the softer muscle. I shuddered – gasped – just resisted the temptation to stand and rub the abused stop and yelped out the number.

Eleven struck almost immediately – I was not ready and with shock as much as pain half stood and rubbed my battered backside. "Don't bother counting that one". She said.

I resumed the position. Eleven stuck – again - and I gripped the bar harder and, tears flowing, Bellowed out the number. The amount of fruit juice that I had consumed started to catch up with me and I was having great difficulty in holding it back. My knees were bending and every inch of my backside was quivering. Please hurry up and get this over with I prayed to myself.

I struggled and braced myself for the final blow. Twelve. I gasped out the number amidst a loud yell and the sound of my feet stamping on the ground trying to expel the pain. All the nerves around my seat were aquiver and I longed to stand up, rub the sore area and, above all, use the toilet – no matter who was looking!

A short pause – which seemed like an age. "Please stand – STILL". I stood stiffly, all the muscles around my pelvis straining to contain the contents of my loaded bladder – legs pressed tightly together.

It must have been clear (quite probably carefully planned) that I needed to use the toilet. The lady smiled and said, "You may now relieve yourself and have a nice warm shower. When you have had your shower you can get dressed. We will leave you now and return in twenty minutes. Everything you need is there for you to use". "Thank you Sir. Thank you, Madam". They left the room, locking the door as they went out.

I quickly moved to the toilet and then stepped under the shower that was warm and luxuriating. Gently soaping myself all over with the soft fragrant shower gel, I allowed myself ten minutes to wash away most of the pain and stiffness from my body. There were soft, fluffy towels hanging ready and I patted myself dry as I looked at myself in the mirrors that ran along two of the walls. There was some redness still from the thin flogger and a little bruising showing on my backside but otherwise little visible sign of my ordeal. My nipples were very delicate and from their clamping and quite engorged still. I was aware of a level of arousal between my legs that had been heightened by the warm water from the strong jets of the shower.

Carefully, to avoid touching any part of my body too hard, I dressed and did my hair. Still having about four or five minutes left before they returned to the room I went across to the table where the implements were still laid out. I examined some that had not been used and was thankful that they had not chosen to pick them up. It also gave me an opportunity to look more closely at some of the things that had been applied to my previously untouched skin.

One of the things on the table was a long, thick, but quite whippy cane. Traditionally shaped – very slightly curved with a crook handle – and menacing. Idly I looked at it and thought that it was the one thing that I had come here expecting to receive and the very thing that I had not. I felt both glad and strangely disappointed. I heard the door being unlocked and moved away from the table.

"We noticed that you were interested in the equipment we have and seemed drawn to it on the table". The man spoke and looked at me intently. Had they been watching me? "Yes, they are two way mirrors". He answered my unspoken question and I blushed as I thought of the display I must have given them as I examined my body after the shower and the fact that I had been so intently looking at the things on the table.




Curiosity Causes Carol Considerable Pain



"We will have some tea shortly. My wife will bring it into the office – if you would please step this way". He opened another door while led into an office that could have come out of any movie impression of a headmaster's study from the grimmer days of the education system. "Please sit down". He indicated a chair and we sat as his wife came in carrying a tray of tea and cakes, which she placed on a side table. She also sat, without pouring the tea, which struck me as a little odd.

"Now Miss.", the man started, "If I understand it correctly, you contacted us because of a long held curiosity about the corporal punishment that used to be used in schools and an underlying desire to find out for yourself just what it might have been like to be on the receiving end of such punishments. Is that correct"?

"Yes, Sir". I agreed. 

"And am I correct in assuming that one of the main things that fascinated you was the cane"?

"Yes, Sir".

"I thought so – we saw the way in which you looked at the cane on the table. Well, instead you have found out a lot of other things – some of which you may never had even dreamed about. Am I right"?

"Yes, Sir".

"But you are still wondering about the cane – perhaps a little disappointed in this visit"?

I hesitated – suspicious about where this conversation was leading. "No Sir. Well I suppose so, in a way, Sir".

"Yes. You know that is the real reason you came. You know that you want to be punished in the traditional manner. You also know that there have been occasions that you should have been so punished and if the rules had not been changed by silly know nothing do-gooders you would have been punished. Right"? He took my left ear and forced me to stand up.

"Well, answer me – has the cat got your tongue"?

"Yes Sir. No Sir". I stammered, suddenly frightened. I imagined that this was something like what it would have been going to the Headmaster's office to receive a punishment.

"You are going to be punished for your bad conduct. You will be caned like the naughty schoolgirl that you are. Do you understand"?

"No Sir. I mean yes Sir, I understand, but please don't cane me". I was genuinely frightened and started to cry.

"It's no use trying to use tears to get out of this. You have come to me to be punished and you will be punished. Save your tears until you have something to cry about and instead reflect on why you are here. Take off your jacket and put it on the back of the chair. Now stand just there with your hands on your head".

I quickly did as I was told and stood trembling.

I felt a movement and the lady was pulling my panties down to my knees. She then lifted the back of my skirt and pinned it up.

"Place your feet about a foot apart, bend over and grip you ankles. Do not move until you are told to or the stroke will not count. My wife will could the strokes for us. You will receive twelve".

I bent and felt the cold air around my nether regions that were still warm from the shower. I also felt more exposed than I had when totally naked in the other room earlier. I felt like a teenage schoolgirl about to be punished. This felt so real and humiliating and scary. Gripping my ankles tightly I waited for the swishing behind me to stop and the beating to begin.

Suddenly I felt the cold tip of the cane being measured against by taught bottom. A few little tentative taps - a pause – during which the fear and anticipation grew to almost unbearable levels and then, SWISH – Crack! The cane seemed to wrap around my bottom, the tip digging into the side of me right cheek. The pain seemed to radiate out from the fiery line across the centre of my rear end. Eyes tightly closed, I gritted my teeth and clenched my bottom. "One".

Just as the pain seemed be reaching its zenith SWISH, CRACK. A little lower this time. I stayed as still as I could, trying not to cry out – willing the pain to dissipate as quickly as possible. "Two".

SWISH – CRACK. Higher up across the top of my backside. I gasped but held still –tears mounting behind my tightly shut eyes. "Three".

SWISH-CRACK. I lost the grip on my ankles and only just stopped myself from standing upright. Stiffly I bent back down and, quivering all over, braced myself for the next stroke. "Four".

The waiting seemed longer, the SWISH – CRACK. A loud moan escaped and I started panting and the waves of pain pulsated through me. My thighs and bottom were now twitching non-stop and the lines of fire were like individual brands across my bum. "Five".

The quiver in my thighs was still uncontrollable as I bent there in tears as the next stroke came quickly SWISH – CRASH. Right under my bum at the join across the top of my legs. I screamed – half rose again – forced myself to avoid touching the injured spot by pushing my hands down and shaking them. "Six".

The whole of my legs were now shaking and my feet were almost bouncing on the floor. It was difficult to stop myself falling over as I bent and gripped my ankles again. Hardly had I assumed the position and SWISH – CRACK. Slightly angled across my bum – crisscrossing the existing lines with that cruel tip just digging into the top of my thigh. I stood up and danced about holding my fiery behind and crying loudly and uncontrollably. "Does not count". "You sadistic bitch", I screamed at her. "And an extra one for use of bad language", said the man. "Perhaps, for her own good, you had better hold her across my desk".

I was led to the desk and bent over so that my hands gripped the far side and my pelvic region pressed against the near side with my legs out at a slight angle - totally immobile as the lady held my hands in place.

The man moved to the other side of me and, using a backhand I think, he delivered the seventh blow again. SWISH – CRACK. Right on top of an earlier stripe. My whole body was now shaking with the pain and my crying. "Seven".

SWISH- CRACK. "Ah. Ah. Ah, Ah. I gasped out as I gripped the desk and kicked my legs. "Eight".

The lady had barely had time to say "Eight" and the next blow fell. I was still kicking about so much that I struck me across the top of my legs about an inch or so below my bum. I screamed again and my legs and bottom became uncontrollable – the rest of me being retained in place only by the grip of the lady. "Nine".

There was movement again and the man had resumed his place on the left of my body. SWISH – CRACK. "Ten".

SWISH – CRACK. "Eleven". I have no idea where the blows had landed – only that I seemed to be on fire as if had had sat on a hotplate and the stinging lines had turned into one big hurt. No amount of trying seemed to be able to control my legs and bottom from quivering and my stomach was sore from being slammed against the edge of the desk as the blow fell.

I was panting, gasping, moaning and crying as there was another SWISH – CRACK, and another crisscross stroke flailed even harder across my burning bum. I howled. "Twelve".

"Now, there is the extra one for band language. Please try and hold still." I was beyond saying anything.

SWISH – CRACK. Even the lady's strong grip and the awkward position across the desk could stop me standing up – albeit shakily – and stiffly trying to walk around the room as I held my scorched backside and legs and cried out the only thing I could actually say, "Ah, Ah, Ah, Ah...." 

"I'm sorry, that does not count. I thought you had learned better self-control. Get back over."

I continued to dance about. "Quickly, or there will be two more." I moved, not too quickly, and bent back over the desk. I lay there sobbing and shaking. SWISH – CRACK. It was the hardest blow of all and seemed to push my flesh right in to the bone, as it stung my like a giant wasp. All I could do was howl and moan. My body couldn't move and I lay there across the desk for some time just crying my eyes out and panting with the agony.

"You may get up now." I carefully rose and stood – totally exhausted with the ordeal. 

"Please go and stand in the corner, face to the wall and hands on your head." I stood totally absorbed in the pain in my backside. In the back of my mind I reasoned that I would be expected to stand there for twelve minutes. I didn't care any more. .....

At the end of the time I had stopped crying and the panting and quivering had also ceased. I just hurt! "Pull up you pants". I carefully eased them over my bruised posterior as the lady unpinned my skirt. "Go and wash your face and freshen up. We will then have some supper." Unfeeling, except for the pain in my upper legs and backside, I went and did as she bid. I now knew how my sister had felt when she had been caned and then strapped. It was, I figured, an effective punishment that few schoolgirls would wish to repeat.

Back in the office and I was invited to sit with them and have supper. They had changed back to their friendly and pleasant selves – quite unlike the characters that they had been playing over the past few hours. The pain in the butt was exceedingly uncomfortable but the supper was very nice and I began to recover my stability as the tears (which I later realised were caused by exhaustion as much as pain) and shivers stopped. Within about an hour I was ready to go home to bed.

They ordered and paid for a taxi for me – insisting that it was not right for a young lady to be walking about alone at that time of night and that they did not think I would be wanting to take a bus. As I left they both commented that they thought that I had handled myself very well – especially as this was the first time I had ever experienced anything like what I had that evening – and said that now that they knew where they were I should feel free to call them at any time.

And so, home, carefully undress in the privacy of my room where I could again take a close look at the damage I had received, very delicately smooth some cold crème onto my bruised and scared bottom, and gently slide into bed. Once I had found a comfortable way to lay I soon feel into the deep sleep on utter exhaustion and awoke quite late the following morning as I rolled over onto my tender backside.

Looking in the mirror I saw that the bruises had come out blue and the red scars of the cane where they crossed my bottom and dug into the sides were raised welts – tender to the touch and destined to be reminders of my punishments for many days to come.

Would I ever repeat that experience? Well that remains to be seen and will perhaps be the subject of another story! All I can say at this time is that I have no post experience regrets and only a lingering pain to keep the memory alive for a while.