1 comments/ 7209 views/ 3 favorites Ever By: TheGreyKnight Her pigtails make such wonderful reigns. She digs her hands into my thighs as I pull her throat down the whole of me. No matter how hard or fast—she never gags. She takes it in stride, egging me on when I ease up and laughing if I tire of it before she does. But try as I might, no matter how those blue eyes looked up at me as I fucked her face, I can't remove every hint of a smile. I pushed forward to move her off and she teased the head of my cock with that divine mouth. That tongue flicked, pushed, and rang over the first two inches of me before she inhaled and started the process again. When I pulled back she didn't stop until her nose pressed into my groin. I had learned, trained myself, to slide her back and forth like a sled on greased rails. To use her hair to force her head forward and back in rapid succession, pushing her midway down my cock before dragging her back. God, she makes the most wonderful noises. Little moans as she goes down, growls as she goes back up. Fingers dig into my thighs impatiently. When she moves them to my balls I take my cock out of her mouth and give her a light slap before forcing her mouth back on me. I forget myself and shove her all the way down. But it's not punishment, not to her. And her eyes show it, a little victory for her because she assumes that I'll bow out early. No such luck. I still myself, hold my breath deep in my diaphragm, and continue to sling her head back and forth across the length of me. I beg for patience and strength as the voracity in her groan increases. All I want to do is feed her now, so I close my eyes and ask for solace. Hands wrap around the back of me, fingers pressing into my flesh and I can't take it anymore. I release my grip, find the back of her head and start pushing her down as I thrust myself up. A dozen thrusts and I'm at my end. The world is foggy and far away as she pulls her head back, my hands falling to keep her pinned. The first two spurts fall into her mouth, the third, and assuredly largest, hits her square in the face. Kinky bitch. It's what she wanted all along. And now I'm too tired to fight her, so she has her way with my cock. Her mouth massaging and licking me down to the tip and then back up again. She wants to keep me hard, and at this point in the marathon I wouldn't mind going soft. The bed seems like heaven, but too far away, and I just want to collapse into it. But pride keeps me going. Egotism. Contest. Superiority. And I'll be damned if I'm going to let her think she can go back to girls after me. "Women can go longer." She gives a big puckered kiss to the tip of me before rising and sliding across the room. It takes a moment for me force my eyes open. I wish I hadn't immediately. She's in a white cotton tank, extra skinny, and a short plaid skirt. Earlier in the evening she also had on red bikinis and a pair of glasses before I flung them aside. Just the sight of her made my cock twitch and that little movement caused it to ache. "You can't do what we just did with a woman." I try my best to flash a confident smile and hope it lands. "What, get a woman to cum on my face? Maybe you can't," she winks "but I can--anytime I want." "I don't have to be as good at giving head. I fucked you until your legs went weak and you fell over." "And?" She picks up a glass of water and starts walking back towards me with it offered, but I wave it away and she presents an amused grin. She sips the water with the smirk planted firmly on her face. "And I think that's pretty fucking impressive. It's not something every man can do." "Oh, but that's the rub." She shoots back the rest of the water and places the empty cup on the desk as she moves back to me, spreads her legs and straddles my lap. "The bet was that you couldn't last longer or make me cum more than a woman not other men." She flicks the head of my cock playfully as her other hand strokes my cheek and she pretends she's sympathetic. "You held out for a good long time. Nothing to be ashamed about. But it's time to call it." Her flick turns into a makeshift hand job, a hard grind to remind me how tight that pussy is. I have her pinned on the ground and impaled before she can react, my legs holding hers open as she attempts to squeeze them shut. It takes some fighting, but eventually I get her wrists down to the carpet. Unlike her mouth, that pussy is fertile ground to manipulate, to make her feel what I want. When I shove my cock in, all at once, she whines and her face collapses into a scrunched mess. By the time I'm seven inches deep she's shaking - growling - begging for me without a word. Don't get me wrong she still fights, her wrists pushing up against me, her legs trying to pull in. The lack of control, even this little amount, makes her feel weak and soft. And that's how I'm going to win. ***** She comes back upstairs in a robe, fresh from a show. It lasted forty minutes, so he must have been a fan. She always charges in 20-minute blocks for some reason I've never understood, something about easier to sell and the service she uses. And while I'd normally know this business inside and out, there isn't a doubt in my mind that I don't love her. Not in some way, not even a little. I just want to stare at her cleavage, see if I can get her nipple rings through the top today. Heather grabs my cock, strokes it twice and spreads her legs while she mounts me. "That just got me warmed up." I pray for salvation and dig my hands into her ass to spur her on. ***** "Why do you think you haven't married yet?" She must be in a great deal of pain to be stalling like this. So I turn over on my side to savor the moment. "Why do you think you're already divorced?" "Are you even capable of being serious?" "I am with people who are capable of understanding the words I use without a dictionary." "I can't believe you'd call me stupid with my fingernails just inches away from your dick." "In my defense: I thought you were so stupid that you wouldn't catch it." Her laughter fills the room and it is light and easy. There isn't a doubt in my mind that she is by far the easiest woman to get along with. The most honest and direct woman I'd met in a long time. It was hard admitting that, so I laughed instead. And we did it together, like a couple, shaking from the exhaustion until she recovered enough to tell me to put up or admit I lost. ****** I grab the sides of her breasts and squeeze until she groans from the pleasure and the pain. Then I milk, from the bottom to the top, and start it over again. It's a simple technique off chi, focusing the energy to a central point but avoiding all contact with it. When you use your hands on a woman's thighs it's called a tantric massage. When you do it to her lower back it's called being a good lover. But when you do it to her tits it's called the best foreplay she'll ever have. The most surefire way to tell you've achieved the wanted effect is that, for the first few minutes, she just lies there enjoys it. After that, when she starts begging or fighting or trying to please you? Well, she's just goading you. That's when you have to be strong, when you have to keep focusing, learning how she's building up a resistance and what changes you can make so she doesn't get a chance to block even a little of it out. My-Real-Life-Barbie-Doll-Plus-Twenty doesn't play like most girls, though. After a few minutes of torture she shoves her head into my balls and begins to suck and lick. The amount of pain and frustration she can cause me with this action alone is too much. As my left testicle sinks into her mouth, rolled around and prodded with her tongue, I give in, move my hands up to the ring piercing each nipple and pull. Her mouth falls off me. I spend the next eight minutes (god help me if I did anything but watch the clock, count and imagine myself anywhere but there) tugging the rings, slapping her breasts and tweaking her nipples; one after the other, harder each pass. Her breath and words float over the weak parts of me. I forget myself, look to her body and I am undone. When I pull her torso to the end of the bed she leans up, spits between her breasts and goads me. With aid of piercing rings like little slave collars, I push them together, nudge her forehead down with my thigh, and push my cock into the moist but inadequate valley. ***** "Because women are better than men." She laughs as she picks up the beer glass, her eyes shining pools of mischief and folly. It's one of the few times I saw her fully clothed. She dressed down in a way that said, "I could dress up if you were worth it, but you never will be." A little make-up dabbed here and there in a semi-professional way. Like I was just another client or this was an interview. I finish my own beer—was it the second or third? - and lean forward with the most smug smile on my face. "At sex?" "At sex. At relationships. In the short term, in the long term." "You think women make better partners than men in relationships?" "You stupid man." She puts her glass down and squares her shoulders, leaning in to mirror my posture. "The funny thing is I think this all works very easily for you. You tell people that you're that good and they take you at face value. All you have to do is keep it up long enough that they start justifying the lie, anyway. And yeah, I think women are better in relationships than men. If you fuck a woman's brain out she doesn't wonder how you learned to do it so well. When you're giving her the best oral sex of her life she doesn't wonder if a jock named Steve taught her how to do it in the back of her head. When something is eating up at them they tell you. When they fuck up they admit it. If you men only knew a tenth, A TENTH, of what we went through each and every relationship with you idiots you'd never step out on us again." "Dinner says despite how cathartic that speech must have been, you've kept all the love letters men have written you, but you don't keep all the ones from the little girlies, do you?" She gives me a long, apprising look before she shoots back the rest of her beer and smiles. It wasn't demure, but she sure as hell tried to make it look that way. "That's the other reason women are better. They last longer." "No woman," and I lean forward even more, the smug smile on my face replaced with the holy light of righteous truth as I say the words that always save me. "No woman, anywhere, can last longer than me." "Wanna bet?" ***** Her body is held against the mattress. From behind she's naught but a sea of tangled hair and curves. Ashen skin marked with bites and slaps and indentations shines in limelight. For the last hour she's not said a word, not one I could decipher anyway, just sobs and moans and nothing else. She alternates between them depending on where her next orgasm is. When its building she cries, when it hits she blurts out the nonsense and purrs, and when it leaves and the pain comes back she's crying again. I've never been turned on by a woman crying and I'm sure as hell not starting now, but we've pushed it too far for either of us to give in. We both want to be the bullits dominae. I haven't cum in hours. I'm not sure I could if I wanted to. I'm hard, but not at full length because of the motion, because of the exercise and the friction. This has long since stopped being anything other than an exercise for me, a bet, something to win. Every thrust, every single one, is painful. My feet are half asleep but I have to stand on them, keep taking her from behind, because if lied down, even for a second, I wouldn't get back up again. Just keep pushing. Just keep pushing. ***** "When did you realize that, despite loving her, it wasn't going to work out?" I stab out the cigarette, it's the first I've had in years but the way she offered it made it sound like it wasn't something to turn down. She'd already swallowed two and working on the third in under twenty minutes. The lines beneath her eyes are arched brazenly carved by all the tears. When she turns her head you can clearly see their outline in the light. "I don't know." "When did you think that, despite having a penis, I'd be a lot of fun?" I exhale, doing my best to blow the smoke up and out like a circus clown, like a flame eater, like a performer of some kind to bring some much needed levity to the situation. "The day after meeting you." "Was it something I said?" "I think," she tilts her head back and looks to the ceiling with narrowed eyes. "I think the big moment was when you found out that I wasn't just a, what did you call it, phone sex operator? When you found out I did cam shows and you didn't ask for a free one, not even as a joke. When I told you later that I'd do one for you and you turned it down that was kinda like a slap to the face." She's so much more beautiful when she's not putting on airs or trying to be stronger than she is, like right now. I pray that I'm the opposite. I hope I'm only that good looking when I'm pretending to be the man I'm capable of. "Thank you." She nods a few times before casting her glazy eyes to mine once again. The room is thick with our sweat, breath and smoke. There are a thousand walls between our gaze and I wonder if we can really even begin to see one another. "Would you like to stay the night?" "No." Then I pray for the strength to follow through on it, to feel my legs work long enough to get dressed and get out. ***** She's said the word stop a few dozen times now, but we both know that wasn't the deal. But that's all right, because it's all over now. From the first time I hear the word I am reborn. It gives me strength and absolves me of my sins and faults. The power of it courses to my fingertips and they savagely grip into her ass. Flow into the tip of my cock making it as hard as it's ever been while I plunge in and out of her. There is no fatigue there is no battle. This was just conquest all along. Fly up the banner, feel the depth of me in her already sore pussy and know why this was inevitable. No little girl sobs now, tears—earnest crying. She's crying as she cums, she's crying while she purrs. When I bring a hand up and slap it back down against her ass harder than anything I've done before, it has no effect at all. We both know how over this is, but her citadel has to burn to the ground. So I fuck her. Oh how I fuck her. I fuck her with the true and holy ego of a man who never loses. I fuck her with the indignation of someone who actually had to try this time. My trembling, throbbing cock, so full and arrested, hits the back of her with every push. Scrapes the sides of her as she clings onto it. As her body begs and aches and tells me that she needs more. "Cry all you want, little girl. I can stay this hard for hours." But when she accepts it, really accepts it, the words tumble out of her mouth so quick I think she startles herself. "I submit." "Say it again." "I submit." "Again." "I submit." "You hold nothing back?" "No." "You give yourself to me?" "Yes." "Say that I own you." "You own me." "Say that you need it." "Oh, Daddy, I need it." "Say that you can't believe how much I make you cum." "I truly can't believe how much you make me cum." "Then cum again for me, one last time." "I can't. I'm so tired." She wails like the end of the world, like it's all on fire. My hand slides from her ass to her ample hips and takes a firm hold. My knees bend in a way I couldn't sustain for more than a few minutes and my posture slumps forward. I'm perfectly aligned now. The curve of my cock fits to stroke the high inside wall of her along with everything else. And, prepared as I can be, I finish it with a thousand rapid bursts. I push her for punishment, I push to end it. "Cum for me now you fucking beautiful slut or I swear that I will keep this going until dawn. Do you hear me? Tighten that cunt up and squirt all over me or this isn't over." She cums without a word, and it's a torrent, but not as much as the first few times. I cum too, and it's pretty much the same. My ass hits the ground and my back hits the wall as the black spots of dizziness and fatigue overwhelm me. I drift to sleep that way as I hear the sounds of her relieved tears usher her away as well. Ever a Kiss so Raw I was tired of running from her. I never stayed more than a few months to a year in one place, working the odd job, making the odd friend. But then the deaths would start: stray animals found drained of blood; livestock mutilated and eaten; a child would go missing and would be found, torn and chewed. I'd be on the road by then, hitching my way cross country to find another beginning in another hiding place. As luck would have it I was now back where it all began. The house had been abandoned once I left. No one would want to live in the house where the crazy man tried to bring his dead wife back to life. If they'd known I'd succeeded it might actually have been a worthwhile tourist attraction: The New House of Frankenstein. I smiled at that. I wasn't actually Frankenstein, though. On the twelfth night of the twelfth month after her death, I spilt the blood of 12 people -- six men and six women -- over the spot where I'd buried her behind the house. All at the midnight hour. Moments has passed and all I could see was the condensation from the warm blood as it flowed from the gaping smiles I'd carved in each of my victims' necks and seeped in to the ground of her makeshift grave. I did all as the old man with the one eye had said, but instead of a resurrection I was staring at the gory maelstrom of my own making. I finally lost my obsession and looked at the murders I'd committed in the name of love -- or so I'd fooled myself into thinking it was love. Each terror stricken face burned itself in my mind and I screamed at the bloody madness of what I'd done. But then the blood started to boil. I'd fallen to my knees and laughed as the blood gurgled and bubbled. All thoughts of penance left me as I witnessed piece after piece of flesh emerge from each burst blood-bubble. Within minutes her bones has formed, followed by her nervous system, then her heart and blood vessels and her muscles formed. All this rebirth was accompanied by horrendous viscous sucking sounds and screams that only I could hear. When her mass was sufficient and enough of her muscles regenerated she stood to her full height and turned to me with her beautiful skinless face. I stood and walked to her. She managed to appear puzzled for a minute and her eyes shined as she recognised me. She took my hand in hers and pressed it to her bloodied breast. Warm blood and mucus washed over my fingers as I pressed her flesh and laid a thumb on her raw nipple. I kissed her as I felt her heart beat faster when I slipped a finger in the unformed cleft between her legs. Her entire body shuddered and a rush of blood flowed from the fibres of her muscles and splashed me. "Not yet, my love," she managed to whisper as she hiccuped blood. From her lips I realised her teeth were different. They were straight and pointy and there were too many of them for her mouth. "I need a snack and I need some skin, and I'll be ready for you lover," she whispered and leaned down to one of my murder victims, took the now cold ear in her mouth and yanked it off with a soft crunch of cartilage. She turned to me, took the ear between her finger and ran her tongue across it the way she would when we made out. I stared, fascinated at the way her white and red muscled flexed and bulged as she feasted on the dead men and women. I felt the erection form involuntarily between my legs as I watched her skin begin to grow. My hand had slipped in to my pants and I was caressing my cock at the thought of touching her again when she was whole. But a stray beam of moonlight hit the scene and like reason splitting madness I clearly saw my wife standing amidst the mutilated remains of 12 people I'd murdered. I howled. She laughed. She spit blood. I ran. I ran for 3 years and I ran all the way back to our house. I now had a fire burning and I stripped out of my clothes and was waiting for night fall. She only moved at night anyway. I had spread a blanket across the dusty hardwood floor and incense was burning to ward off the old mouldy house smell. I noticed that flies were massing outside the windows; she was outside -- close to the house but probably unsure if I was going to run again or not. She was waiting. I reached for my jeans and slipped my old straight razor from the back pocket. I walked to the front door -- footprints forming in the dust marking my passage -- pulled it open and ran the blade across my skin, from my left clavicle to my right nipple. The cut was a few millimetres deep and my blood filled the crevasse with its dark, scarlet warmth. I shivered as the liquid flowed across my skin and filled the ambient air with it's stale, coppery stench. I waited till a good number of blood droplets rolled down my chest and pooled on the threshold of the door and I went back inside. The gash on my chest throbbed and bled as I moved but it was a small price to pay to begin the evening. Moments later the doorknob shook and the door opened. A draft made the fire sway and I saw her in its flickering light. She stepped into the house, partially in the shadows and partially in the light. She was as beautiful as she was when she breathed: statuesque in height with long reddish hair down to her shoulders; a lovely face with a thin nose, thick lips and big green eyes. Her breasts were firm and full with pale nipples that stuck out prominently. Her waist was slim and her hips just slightly rounded. Her triangle of pubic hair was red and trim; just the slightest hint of her puffy pussy lips jutted from the edge of her hair. She was my every fantasy come true -- till I noticed she was holding a severed head in one hand and a bloodied leg in other. She lifted the leg to her mouth and tore a large chunk of meat from around the protruding bone. She winked as she chewed and my cock became hard. Flies were buzzing around the head. She dropped the body parts when I beckoned her to me. She walked slowly, milking the effect of the shadows dancing across her skin. She smiled seductively at me as I waited for her on the blanket. She was close to me now; I could smell the decomposing flesh on her breath and saw small red bits in her teeth. She was beautiful. "You're bleeding," she said as she ran a finger across the cut on my chest. She scooped some blood like it was icing on a cake. "For me?" I pressed the wound and more blood pooled and I scooped it in turn with my finger and slicked my tongue with it. I then grabbed her by the hair and kissed her more savagely then I ever had when she was alive. The blood spread over out tongues and lips as they mashed and entwined themselves. I realised as I kissed her that bits of the flesh she'd eaten were now in my mouth. I swallowed. Our lips parted and she started to kiss and nibble her way down my chest. This was a ritual we'd done may times before, but never had her teeth felt so cold. She was now on her knees before me and my cock entered her mouth. As we'd kissed she'd felt warm but now it was cool beyond her lips. But that sensation was soon replaced with terror as I felt a stinging pain at the base of my cock; warmth spread through my pubic hair and I looked down and saw as she slowly leaned her head back, stripping the skin from my erection. My knees buckled as the sensitive nerve endings connecting the soft skin of my shaft to my brain fired with agony and then throbbed. It sounded like two pieces wet meat being pulled apart. I would've collapsed if she hadn't held me steady. Once the skin was cleanly sheared off, she swallowed it and then made love to my raw flesh with her face. She pressed my member to her cheeks and forehead; she glided her tongue over each side of my shaft; she ended by evenly lathering her face with the juices and mucus of my dermis. My heart beat erratically all the while, but I stayed conscious. I had to. Seeing that I couldn't keep standing much longer she let me fall to the floor. The blanket was already caked in blood. I was on my back and she climbed on top of me; she kissed my eyelids and positioned her pussy in line with my cock. Despite it having been stripped raw it was still hard and my desire for her was still rampant as she slid down my shaft. I was feeling warmth again in her pussy a she rode me -- the slickness of her pussy walls mixing with my blood was eliminating all friction. There was only the sensation of pain melding with pleasure as our insides shared an intimacy they never had before. Although I was thrusting voluntarily to meet her as we fucked, tears streamed down my cheeks as the little bit of rationality in the back of my mind understood what was happening. My eyes grew wide as I saw her take the razor that had fallen to the side -- she stopped riding me and pressed the blade to her forehead. In a swift gesture the blade was at her pubic bone and a trail of blood was forming behind it. I was frozen as she lay the blade on my chest; she slipped her fingers in her wound like she would the seam of a jacket and she yanked. There was a sound somewhere between a hiss and a rip and I was spayed with fresh blood as she parted the outer layer of her skin till it dangled on each side of her body like a bloodied robe. Only the skin of her face remained partially whole, exposing her dripping features from its parted halves. "Are you ready to really get in touch lover?" she asked while leaning down on me and pressing her lips to mine. I couldn't help but savour the taste of her rotten blood and undulated my hips in response. She giggled from that fuck and took the razor and gently rested it on my hairline. She wasn't quick like she'd been for herself, she took her time as she guided the razor down my profile. She gyrated her hips as she did so -- as I felt my skin open millimetre by millimetre I also felt the obscene pleasure of her riding my bleeding cock. She was riding my whole bleeding body and I moaned. Then I screamed as she yanked my skin apart. Fire erupted in my brain and lights devoured my eyesight as I heard the ripping sound -- it wasn't as clean as it had been for her: pieces of muscle were torn from bone as I saw them fly to the side. I followed the trajectory of one and saw it land a few feet way from us. Something like a rat dashed from the shadows and dragged the piece of me back in to the darkness, leaving a scarlet trail behind it. She hovered above me, her exposed raw flesh lightly touching mine. It was disgusting and electric at the same time. She touched her lips to what was left of mine and we started to fuck more viciously this time. As we bucked and our bodies bled and splattered the floor and walls and ceiling I felt our skins break apart and reform where they touched. We were becoming one creature, locked in bloody passion. I was giving in to her, letting our flesh melt together. I even managed to smile when she took a bite out of my neck muscles. But then I saw my cell phone -- it had fallen from my jean pocket and it was within reach. Suddenly my thoughts were still my own and I concentrated with all my might to reach the device. Some of our new flesh tore but she didn't notice while she gnawed through a tough tendon. From the corner of my eye I managed to locate the keypad and hit the "2" key. The keypad wasn't locked and the call went through. I closed my eyes when I heard the faint musical tone rise from the basement. I was sure the glow of my other ringing cell phone was reflecting off the cocaine and other stimulants I'd ingurgitated tonight. Maybe the glow exposed the sacs of fertiliser I'd bought and the canisters of fuel pressed up against them. I laughed -- or gurgled -- as the floor swelled beneath us and cracked and flames sprouted like trees in Hell. The call had completed the circuit and my wife and I were together. Forever in oblivion. Ever After The fall air snapped crisply around the lovers legs. They walked hand in hand, mindless of the leaves crackling around their feet. Even the breeze through the trees sounded dry, crackly, as if it was electric. An overcast sky accompanied them on their journey, the wind promising rain sometime soon. They could smell it, taste it even. They reached their destination, the smell of wood-smoke and burnt leaves hanging heavily around them. Kathleen was deep in thought. The summer sun was high- just like the humidity. Sultry, sticky air was stifling her, but it was worse in the big ole heat-storing farmhouse. At least on the front porch there was the tiniest of breezes. Her laptop was sticking to her legs, and her hair was plastered to her neck. It was hard to write about a chilly fall day when she was so miserably hot. Kathleen could feel sweat trickling along her spine, and she finally gave up and headed into the house. "Grandma, who services your furnace?" At the older woman's answer, Kathleen replied, "I'm calling them. I'm getting you an air conditioner." Her grandmother argued, but not too loudly. The heat was sapping her energy, and secretly she admitted to herself that air conditioning would be nice. Her husband had never believed it was necessary, but he'd been gone for almost five years. It wasn't that she didn't have the money. She was just from the old time where they never had it. "I don't know how you're supposed to heal up from that surgery in this heat. But you watch, the minute you're cool, you'll perk right up." Kathleen dialed the number and spoke to the company. "They'll be here between eight and ten in the morning. Just one more night. Thank God." "Kat, I sure do appreciate that. Honey, could you get me a glass of water?" Ester asked hesitantly. She wasn't one to ask of other people. "Sure Gram. Don't sound like you'd rather I pulled your teeth. I'm here to take care of you. Don't be afraid to ask for anything, okay?" Kathleen retrieved the water and placed it on her grandma's end table. Kissing her forehead, she added, "I'm going back outside to write." "Are you sure this isn't any trouble Kat?" "Gram, I can write just as good on your front porch as I can sitting behind a desk. I love you." Kat kissed her again and headed for the porch once more. Upon her return, a Corgi and a German Sheppard had taken up residence beside her chair. They both looked friendly, and she was proven right. Too friendly. Her canine companions insisted on helping her write. She tried shooing them, but to no avail. Finally, at four o'clock exactly, they stood in unison and trotted off down the lane. Kathleen went inside. "Gram, do you know who has a couple dogs? A Corgi and a German Sheppard?" "Oh yes dear. Those sweet dogs come by every day and visit me. I didn't realize what time it was! Oh, pooh, I missed 'em. Tomorrow, could you let them in so I can visit with them?" Kathleen was slightly surprised. "Yeah, Gram, sure. No problem." She smiled to herself. "They belong to Trace who lives up the road. He's such a nice man. And I hear he's available." Gram smiled that sweet smile. "Oh no ya don't. I am here to watch you and write a book. Not have some fling." Kat smiled. "Well, you do write romance novels, right? What could be the harm in a little... inspiration?" "I am going back outside." Kat grinned as she turned, and her grandma's laughter followed her out the door. The next morning, almost right at eight o'clock, the air conditioning guys were there. Kathleen thanked them profusely, and by that afternoon, she was cool as a cucumber. Gram was breathing easier, and they both ended up falling asleep in the living room. Kathleen woke to a scratching sound, and when she sat up, those dogs were at the window, making their prescence known. "Gram, wake up. You have visitors." Kathleen stood and stretched, then went and opened the front door. The canines came in calmly, and both took up position on either side of her grandma. As Ester cooed and petted and scratched, the dogs lolled their tongues and offered their bellies. Kathleen shook her head with a smile, then headed for the porch. The heat was still awful, but the humidity had dropped out and there was a pretty good wind going. Kathleen stretched again and opened her laptop. The cursor blinked, seeming to mock her, for she couldn't think of a single sentence to write. Maybe Gram was right. Maybe she did need some inspiration. After her first book flew off the shelves, she was in demand for another. When that one went just as quickly, she was pressed for yet another. This being her fourth, Kathleen was getting slightly burnt out. And she hadn't had time for a social life in months. Her last boyfriend had been around went her first book went out, but he ran because he couldn't handle the pressure. She later found out he had a boyfriend. Kat found herself woolgathering, but knowing that three chapters were due in as many days, she had to get to work. Time flew as she was typing, and she didn't realize the sun was setting until she heard her grandma ringing her bell. As she stood, she stretched and marveled at how quickly time had went by. "Yeah Gram... what do ya need?" "I let the dogs out a couple hours ago. Did you realize what time it was?" "You shouldn't have gotten up on your own! You could have fallen!" "It was only a few steps, and I needed to stretch. But I am hungry." "Of course. Don't get up alone again. How does tuna salad sound?" "That sounds wonderful." Gram looked away and flipped the TV to a different channel. As Kathleen mixed in the mayonnaise, the phone rang. She grabbed it off the wall and cradled it on her shoulder. "Hello?" "This isn't Gram." A deep, rich voice spoke into her ear. Kathleen felt a shiver shimmy down her back. She felt like the owner of the voice was breathing on her neck. "No, this is Gram-daughter. Can I help you?" "Maybe. This is Trace from up the road. I see my mutts were up there pestering again." "How do you know that?" "Cause Gram sent a note on one of their collars." Kathleen let out a surprised laugh. "And just what did this note say?" "Nothin' much. I was just hoping to talk to her for a few minutes." "Hmm. Sure. Let me click on the other extension. Hang on." Kathleen peeked around the corner. "Gram, phone's for you." As the older woman picked it up, Kathleen debated for a few minutes about listening in, then sighed and hung it on the hook. She tried to eavesdrop from just Gram's side, but she was being quieter than usual. Kathleen shrugged and went back to making their dinner. After a few seconds, she couldn't take it anymore and she stepped quietly to the doorway. "I'd love for you to come visit. Tomorrow would be fine. No, I won't be too tired. Bring the babies, would you? Okay, thank you Trace, you're a dear. Bye-bye." "Why's he coming over?" Kathleen propped herself against the doorframe. "To visit." Gram had practically jumped when Kat spoke. "You aren't trying to fix me up are you?" Kat jokingly shook her finger at the old lady. "Not at all. Trace usually comes by once or twice a week for a chat, and he mows the yard. He's certainly easy to look at." Gram twinkled. "I think you have a crush on him. How old is he? He might be too young for you." Kat laughed. "He's about ten years older than you. Give or take. I think he's about thirty-seven. And all I'm saying is that he's easy on these old peepers." The girls had their dinner and Kat helped Gram to the porch. The sun had set and a breeze had kicked up. It was much easier to breathe. Gram was content to swing, and Kat did a little more writing. She was ahead of schedule now, and she might even had some time for herself the next day. After the chapters were sent off, of course. After helping Gram to bed, Kat grabbed a bottle of water and went to her room. She watched the news, then found an old black and white movie. She found herself wondering about this Trace character. He was either genuinely sweet, or he was getting in good with her grandma and planned to take advantage of her eventually. Gram was a pretty good judge though, so she figured he must be really that sweet. She drifted off to sleep wondering what he looked like. When Kathleen woke up, it was a little before seven. She groaned and knew she was too awake to go back to sleep. Kathleen staggered out of bed and turned the air conditioner up a little. It was slightly chilly in the house. After starting the coffee, she cut up fruit and put it in a bowl for their breakfast. She stuck it in the fridge and poured herself some caffeine. A few sips later she brushed her hair off her face and headed for the porch. Her laptop sat on the table by the door, but she lifted her lip at the thought of starting so early. In the distance she could hear the whir of a lawnmower. She settled herself in the porch swing and used her toes to push off the old wooden planks. Sipping her coffee in the relative silence, Kat realized she missed the country more than she thought. As a child and teenager she had spent a lot of time at this old farm. But the draw of a bustling city was too strong to be ignored. So after graduation, she headed off, leaving her country girl roots in the dust. She loved it all.. The people, the noise... just everything. Being older, she appreciated the quiet and the simplicity of the middle of no where. Kat took another swig, shut her eyes, and gathered her hair off of her neck, holding it in a loose ponytail with her hand as she pushed herself lazily. She hummed a popular country song, smiling inwardly. Was she ever regressing. Finally she gave up and sang the words, laughing at herself at the same time. "Hillbilly deluxe, slick pick 'em up trucks, big timin' in a small town.." Kat giggled and dropped her head back. "I might just have to move back to the middle of no where. God, now I'm talkin' to myself." "You have a pretty good voice, darlin'. If ya don't mind my sayin'." Kat yelped and jerked her head up, looking for the source of the voice. That voice. Her hand dropped her hair and coffee sloshed over the edge of her cup as she abruptly stopped swinging. "Can I help you?" Kat was vaguely self-conscious, realizing she was only wearing a black tank top and a pair of short gray shorts. Very short gray shorts. "Maybe." The man took a step forward out of the sun, and hooked a thumb in his belt loop. He propped one booted foot on the bottom step of the porch. "Well, what do you need?" Kat was too busy worrying about her attire that she hadn't noticed the man's. Tight, faded jeans encased heavily, and visibly muscled legs. A worn leather belt looped his waist, and a big silver buckle rested over... Oh my. Kat felt herself flush. He had a tight white undershirt tucked into those pants, and a cowboy hat sat on his head. From what she could tell, his hair was a medium brown, and it was long. Not ridiculously so, just brushing his collar and some fell over the tops of his ears. She could make out the outline of the muscles in his chest and stomach. All in all, she was impressed. And interested. Maybe Gram was right. Maybe she did need some inspiration. From the slight distance and because of the glare from the sun, she couldn't make out the color of his eyes. But she was sure it was as flawless as the rest of him. "I'm Trace, from up the road. You must be Kat." He stepped up onto the porch and came in front of her, extending his hand. "It's nice to meet you." Kat's breath caught as he grasped her hand. She briefly noticed he just automatically called her by her nickname, but for some reason she didn't correct him like she did most people. Maybe it was her new found appreciation for the simple things. Maybe she was letting her hair down. Maybe she was in love with him. Kat smiled to herself. Trace's hand tightened on hers, and she found herself being launched up off the swing. Surprise registered on her face as she came face to face with him. Or more correctly, face to chest with him. The man had to be a foot taller than her. It could be his boots, she mused, but she didn't care too much. Tilting her head up to look at him, he brought her hand to his mouth and kissed the back of it lightly. "The pleasure's all mine." Green. His eyes were green. Kat was feeling lightheaded. He was extremely too close. "Would you care for some coffee?" Kat took a step sideways, and Trace reluctantly released her hand. "Sure, if ya have an extra cup." "A whole pot." Kat headed for the door, rolling her eyes at herself. If that didn't sound like an invitation, she didn't know what did. "Sounds good." Kat walked self-consciously, knowing her shorts were barely covering her ample rear end. Each clomp Trace's boots made on the wood slats sent a thrill of anticipation through her. Once into the house, he stepped lighter, and Kat let out a breath. His footfalls weren't jarring her nerves anymore. Or her hormones. She got a cup out of the cupboard and poured it for him. "Black." Trace answered even before she turned to ask. She topped off her cup and turned, sliding his across the island counter. Trace had planted himself on a stool. He palmed the mug and took a huge swallow. This man did nothing in small measure. Kat knew that for a certainty. "Not to sound rude, but I thought you were coming this afternoon?" Kat leaned against the counter and tried to discreetly pull her shorts down. The fact she didn't have a bra on couldn't be helped. "I hadn't mowed yet this week, and I woke up early. Figured I could get that done, then run home and shower and change then come visit. I didn't expect to see you on the porch." Trace took another swallow. "Ah. So ya decided to come make my acquaintance, huh?" Kat smiled, surprising herself. She wasn't looking to get personal with this man. "I did. I wanted to get ya alone first, see what I think of ya. Gram is a pretty good judge of character." Trace winked and slid his cup across the counter at her. "Can ya top me off?" Kat was momentarily stunned. Partially because he had spoken her thought from the night before, and partially because of the slight innuendo of his question. She had to get a grip on herself. He didn't mean it like that. She turned and grabbed the carafe and when she spun towards him, she caught his eyes on her. Below the belt. She groaned inwardly. His eyes retreated to safer territory pretty quickly, so she really couldn't accuse him of being a pervert. After she replaced the pot on the warmer, she gave her shorts another discreet tug. When she turned and met his eyes, she felt a leap of warmth flood through her. Those big green eyes of his were devouring her. There was a definite crackle of sexual tension in the air. For some reason she couldn't tear her gaze from his, and she didn't question why she didn't want to. It felt like the moment could last forever. "My, you two are up early." Kat jumped, her coffee again going over the rim of her cup. She sat it down where it would be safe. "Morning Gram. How are you feeling?" "Pretty spry. I could use some of that coffee, if there's enough." Gram shuffled her way to the kitchen chair. "Of course." Kat got her a cup. "Gram, you are a sight for sore eyes." Trace stood and walked to her, bending at the waist. He planted a loud kiss on her forehead. "I'm gonna mow here shortly. Kat was nice enough to get me revved up." Kat felt herself flush. "Oh my. Trace, I don't know what I would do without you. I'm glad Kat was being sweet to ya." The pair continued with their conversation and Kat excused herself to throw on a pair of Capri's and a bra. She felt much better since she was partially clothed. Back in the kitchen, Trace was making ready to go mow. "Thanks darlin', for the coffee. It was good." Trace tipped his hat. "You're welcome. Thanks for stopping by." Kat refilled her cup once more. Gram had made her way to the living room with Trace's help. She had the news on already, catching up on the rest of the world. "I'll see ya later." "Bye." Kat fidgeted. At the door Trace turned and looked at her. "Yes?" Trace smirked. "I liked the shorts better." Kat collapsed against the wall once the door banged shut behind him. Good lord. What an interesting morning. Gram sure knew what she was talking about. He was definitely easy on the eyes. Taking a few deep breaths, she scolded herself for acting like a horny teenager. "Gram, are you ready for breakfast?" Kat headed to the fridge. "Sure honey. Whenever you get a chance." Kat rolled her eyes and smiled as she popped some wheat bread into the toaster. She served them both some fruit, then put apple butter on their toast. They sat together in the living room and ate, while Kat tried to stop thinking about their sexy neighbor. "So what did ya think of him?" Gram was twinkling again. "I think he is sexy as sin. He seems like he's a great guy. It's sweet of him, taking care of you." "He sure is, isn't he? I do love that boy. He has been through quite a bit, but he's sweet to take care of an old neighbor lady like me." Gram smiled and munched on her fruit. Mulling over Gram's cryptic comment, Kat took the dishes back to the sink and decided to wash them later. She wanted to get outside before the sun and heat got unbearable. She threw her hair into a clippie, exchanged her Capri's for a pair of jean shorts, and off to the porch she went. Suddenly, she was typing a million miles a minute. That neighbor must have really gotten her juices flowing. Kat heard the lawnmower but it didn't intrude into her thoughts. She zoned out and wrote, her long fingers flying over the keyboard. She didn't know how long she had been sitting there, but Kat started coming back to reality. The mower sounded much closer, and she stretched her arms above her head, working kinks out of her shoulders. Kat glanced around, but didn't see their handsome neighbor. Leaning back, she tried to find the source of the noise, but it just surrounded her and she couldn't make it out. Kat shrugged, and grabbed her laptop to pull it back onto her legs. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw him. "Oh my God." Kat's mouth dropped open a notch. Trace had rounded the far corner of the house, and he shut off the riding mower. He hopped off of it, agile as a cat. Correction: not cat, mountain lion. He grabbed the weed whacker from the barn and started up, again filling the air with noise. Trace went back to work, oblivious that she was watching him. He'd taken his shirt off at some point, and his muscles rippled as he moved. He wasn't bulky like a body builder, but you could definitely tell he worked for a living. The sun glistened off of his tanned skin which was covered by a sheen of sweat. His jeans were still the tight ones, and they slung low on his hips. He held the weed whacker with one hand, and grabbed a bottle of water out of his back pocket. How it fit in there was beyond Kat. Nothing else was getting in those jeans. Kat stared with her eyes wide and watched him work. He'd kept his hat on to block the sun from his face presumably, but she wished he'd take it off. And his pants too. Kat shook herself. What was she doing? She needed to write. But he was wonderful to watch. He handled the equipment expertly, and the way his muscles moved... Kat was entranced. She wasn't sure how long she sat there, wide eyed and dry mouthed, longing for the man working on their yard, but she knew she needed to get busy. She started writing, but glanced up every other sentence or so. Before she knew it, she had switched gears and was writing him into the sex scene. She went back and deleted the last few paragraphs. She was at a bad spot in the book to be fantasizing about their neighbor. Ever After My eldest son Alex has always been special to me. He may not be the paragon of our species, nor am I. Nobody is, for that matter. But certain people happen to be on the same wavelength, emotionally and spiritually. Their togetherness, unconditional union, creates a feeling of perfection, wholeness, a oneness by which all existential worries fade into impertinence. The frowning horizons of past and future fuse into nothingness and an eternal present remains. We both are like that, even our names are alike -- Alex and Alicia. In addition to Alex I have one more child, Rose who is aged 16 and is now in a hostel doing her higher secondary course. She does not aspire for or need my companionship. She is anxious to explore the brave wide world and greener pastures out there in contrast with Alex's centrifugal tendencies towards his mother. I am a housewife aged 37 with a not so bad anatomy, my curves measure 36D- 26- 34. Even today I turn heads on the streets and I know what an effect I have on men. However I am married to a loyal and caring husband who is employed in the Persian Gulf as an engineer. We married young, my father was lured into it by my husband's money. Here in our parts marriages are arranged between families and the bride and groom hardly know each other until after the first night together. After mothering my first child it was mutually agreed that I should stay at home, leaving my studies, to be a good mother and a good household manager. Thus I dropped out from college. I have over the years proved to be an efficient manager of domestic affairs, doing all the cooking, cleaning and marketing. Also I take care of the extensive farmlands employing manual laborers from time to time. My neighbors and friends take me to be a jovial and affable woman exuding warmth. In my fury to succeed in life in the absence of my husband, my sexual urges were by far altogether ignored. My husband comes on leave for a month every year and the love and passions of a years are squeezed into thirty days. We belong to the small but ancient Syrian Christian community settled in south India. I mechanically abide by the quasi puritanical ways of the church which plays a pivotal role in the lives of the people. Alex, though turned eighteen, still keeps the innocence and freshness of a child. Though he has grown to 6'1', to me he is still a delicate child. With darkening moustache and strengthening biceps he holds the promise of a charming young gentleman. From the day he was born I knew that he would be special to me. In my presence he was always calm, relaxed and very much at home. His tender cherubic lips would latch on to my anxious nipples with a snug perfection, his soft rosy hand gently touching my luscious melons lovingly. Even when my daughter was born I used to feed him from my rich breasts. Rose was weaned away after eighteen months still I secretly nursed Alex as I knew how much he loved my breasts. During those five years or so, it had emphatically occurred to me that my nipples and his lips are made for each other. My milk and I myself would flow into him like a melting lump of love. Years came to pass and the magic wand of time worked out wonders on him. Still our unconditional love and devotion for each other remained intact. I could read out the meaning of life in the flitting sheen of his bottomless eyes. Whatever he did he did to please me and I knew it. The impressive scores he made at school were for my sake. Little gestures of love and care found their expression in subtle numberless ways across the course of life amongst us both. We are never tired of each other. While at home he would hand around me in the kitchen, on the farm, at the laundry wherever- always anxious to help me. His mere presence reassures me and instills in me a confidence and inner tranquility. From an early age he began to love and relish my soft wafting natural musk. He would bury his face in my fluffy silken cloud like hair and inhale deeply. It is a long drawn practice. Even today he does it now that he is 18. Whenever I sit back and relax on TV or book I expect him to sit close to me and open my hair. I thoroughly enjoy the attention my hair gets from him. Oft I fall asleep under his tender ministrations. When I am all sweaty and tired after work, if we are alone my darling would bury his nose in my armpits to inhale my real scent. When he first did it I was embarrassed. But lately it does strange things to me. It is exciting and hurting that he craves for my musk. When he does it there is unspeakable devotion and profound ecstasy in his lovely eyes. Sunday is always special for both of us. After the essential domestic chores I would go to the church. Rose, if she happens to be at home, goes early. We go together. He would button my blouse and straighten the pleat of my saree and comb my hair with his deft hands. Though I enjoy his devoted ministrations, his latest craze for my smell frightens me and mysteriously excites me. On our return from the church he will be anxious to peel off my saree and blouse and deeply sniff my armpits. It looked so innocent and innocuous, but this light whiffing would make me embarrassingly wet. He may never know it though. Delicious milky white nectar would flood my panties and my soul and body would thaw. Things took a curious turn few weeks back. I have always respected his privacy as he has mine. Every night my regular practice is to feed the kids, lock the gate, peel off my gown, take bath washing away the toils of the day and retire to my bed. However, on one particular night I felt that somebody had knocked on the door of my bed room whilst I had slumped into a delicious deep slumber. I put on my flimsy night gown and sashayed out. There was nobody around. It was indeed my delusion. When my grogginess thawed away I was surprised that there was light in his room. Curiosity had the better of me and I stole my way to hi s window. What I witnessed through the glass pane changed many things. The red gown which I had worn till half an hour before was spread on his bed. My child was kissing its imaginary bust. 'Oh mommy, this is heaven. Let me worship these delicious heavenly breasts,' he whispered. He began to suck and softly fondle the breasts, so very piously so very reverently. He felt the breasts as if they were very delicate and extremely precious. 'Oh, your divine musk, if only I could always bask in this heavenly musk, from morning to dusk from dusk to morn,' he began to sniff and lick the armpits of my used gown. Suddenly my nipples were tightening; they were jutting out and screaming for his lovely lips. My prefect breasts that defied the mischievous hands of time and gravity still remember those nursing days. Now he was sniffing the crotch of the gown, caressing the imaginary thighs. 'Mommy, my eternal goddess, so sweet and redeeming, so celestial is the smell of your sacred navel, this is my paradise, my salvation, my eternal destination,' he cooed. I remained transfixed. My body was undergoing inexorable paroxysms. 'Mommy, perfection of womanhood' I realized that my pussy was wet again. My clitoris demanded attention. My pussy juice oozed and trickled down my thighs. 'Oh my child, my baby,' I whispered. That night after many years I masturbated and violently climaxed. Next morning things were back to normal. I found my soiled gown at the usual place, no wrinkles, no stains, nothing. He had indeed been steeling my used gown every night and replacing it in the early morning intact. He came to the kitchen with the usual unblemished adoration in his eyes. I eyed him surreptitiously. My darling child is the man I wanted to be and I am the woman dormant in him, I thought. I knew that his eyes were on my perfectly shaped breasts. Again my panties flooded. Fortunately I had put on the panties; otherwise it would have trickled down to the floor. 'Have your coffee dear,' I offered the steaming cup. He was seated on a stool. His eyes were level with my breasts. My nipples were erect. My child visually adored them. It is strange that he cannot have them. I fluffed his rich hair endearingly and kissed his crown offering a clear view of my luscious breasts. When he was gone to college I rushed to my room and pulled out my icky panties. It was amazingly soaked. I wiped it with my finger and sniffed it, wondering how it might smell to my child. It had the enticing musk of mountain herbs. I tentatively tasted it- salty and musky with a fishy twang. I fantasized my child relishing the nectar I secreted specially for him. Then I came violently shuddering and gushing more milky juice, wetting my bed sheet and gown. I wiped my crotch with my gown in the hope of giving him a treat at night. The thought of him sniffing my juice on the gown again flooded my vagina. I have plenty of time during the day. Being relieved and relaxed after the unusual orgasm, I sneaked into his room. Everything was in order, neat and tidy. The private space did not look like the chaos of a hormone ravaged teenager. On the wall there was a real sized picture of me- draped in a translucent chiffon saree. My hair was like a silken halo and my perfect breasts were eventuated by the discernible bra cups inside the blouse. The breasts bulged out at the rims of the bra cups. On photoshop he had apparently re worked on the photo making my face radiate. Also my bust had a fascinating glow. My lips had a gentle satisfied smile. There were many more pictures of me on the wall- in different poses. I was overwhelmed. 'My poor child,' I gasped in awe. As curiosity had the better of me I trace out his diary. He had meticulously recorded all his thoughts aspirations encounters and experiences on the campus and at home. Some of the sentences were very touching and passionate: 'Today I could brush my head against her glorious breasts while sniffing her celestial armpits.' 'I wish I could worship those breasts in reality one day..' 'Today I got a glimpse of my adorable mommy's back when she bent over to pick flower. How very delicious those globes are. From the texture of the lovely hair in her armpits I am sure that her hair down there must be soft and smooth..' I proceeded to open his laptop. Fortunately it had no password. His screen saver itself was myself, perfected by his aesthetic tastes on the photohop. In the folder named 'Mother Dear' there were again thousands of photos of me in different activities. Some photos focused on my but, some on my bust some on my hair, some on my feet. My nipples were aching and pussy was throbbing. Inadvertently my left hand proceeded to my right nipple and the right hand to my dripping pussy. The shuddering, earth shattering orgasm was instantaneous. What was happening to me, after all these years of sexual hibernation? It was naughty, it was incest pure and simple. I could not help it. That night also I stole to his window to watch the effect of my pussy juice on him. As expected he was on my gown again. The lingering scent of my pussy juice enthralled him. He was licking the crotch of my gown with a ravenous fury. A delicious musk wafted from my loins. I knew how much my darling longed for my juice. But there are invisible boundaries and barriers. Next day while the house was entirely left to myself, I went to his room and masturbated imagining his cute lips on my hungry pussy. I did not want to waste the juice I secreted for him, I had a naughty wicked idea. The spurt was collected in a saucer. I prepared vanilla ice cream with pussy juice icing for him. ' Today I have something special for you,' I intrigued him. ' So delicious, so heavenly,' his nostrils flared and his iris dilated, ' this is as delicious and as perfect as you.' I laughed. We had made plans for the weekend to visit the farm house on top of the hill across the mountain river. The farmhouse had to be swept, cleaned and tidied twice every year. While I was changing for the trip he came in. 'Every time I look at you appear so fresh and fragrant like a fresh morning rose,' he said helping me to slip off the gown. 'Do you want me to change the bra?' I asked coyly. 'Yes please,' he gasped fervently pushing his nose into my armpits. 'Then choose one for me and clasp it on me,' I ordered. I opened my bra with a naughty grin. He was feasting on my breasts. 'Poor boy I remember how very eager you were to drink my milk,' I taunted. 'They are perfect, you are perfect, in mind and body,' he was mesmerized. 'All women have breasts' "But yours are different, they are the piece of heaven on earth. There is nothing like them anywhere else.' He pulled out a pink laced silk bra. Also he hooked it from behind. He buttoned the blouse accidently brushing his hand on my nipples. He knelt in advance to adjust my saree. It was the regular practice. But this time in an impulse he buried his face into my crotch across the underskirt and sobbed helplessly. 'Oh mommy, my goddess' I was stunned for a moment. With his face pressing on my underskirt, my juice might wet its way to his face. 'No child not now, not here,' I ran my fingers through his hair. My panties were saturated again. But I controlled myself with a herculean will. 'No, don't cry. Mommy knows her boy much better than anybody else. Cheer up. Mommy will make you happy, promise,' I coaxed. Now the scent of my arousal must be hitting his nose. 'Be a good boy and help me put on saree,' I said with a force. Thus we started the long journey across the valley. Across the river we had to cross a patch of virgin woods watered by a mountain stream that streaks across the unfeeling boulders. Long walk had made me hot and sweaty. We sat on a boulder in the stream. Crystal clear waters hollered and giggled. I removed my sandals and dipped my aching feet in the cool waters. He watched the water washing away the dust of the road. Cool gentle breeze played with my tresses. 'Your feet have turned red,' he observed. 'Let them cool down a bit,' I said. 'Such soft, rosy little feet,' he exclaimed. .My poor child,' I thought aloud. He stooped and picked my left foot lovingly. I watched him washing away the dust of the road from my rosy feet, it melted away into the eddies of the stream. The cool stream in the valley in the midst of the tranquil woods looked like the magnificent pussy of mother earth copiously squirting her love juice to satiate all her children. For a moment I became that earth and fancied him drinking from me to his heart's content. I came back to my senses when I suddenly felt him kissing my feet. He was licking and sucking on my reddened toes. I closed my eyes and savored the delicate sensations. He was licking and slurping like a child enjoying his candy. I had a tremendous urge to lay him flat on the side of the stream and impale myself on his bonny bonner. In fact his mouth watering hard on was now very obvious. Reason had to prevail over passion. One cannot undo the follies of the past. Alex was now making love to my right foot, paying homage to it by kissing and licking the sole clean. I felt very elated and motherly. I looked down from the pinnacle of my buttressed womanhood. 'Do you know what you do to me, my child?' I asked. 'Do you know what you do to me, my goddess and angel? I smiled and removed the saree from my front exposing my blouse drenched by perspiration. 'Look at my breasts, the nipples are furiously erect, all because of you.' "I will worship those beautiful creations of god for the rest of my life.' 'You are making me very passionate. My panties are very flooded now. Do you want to smell and taste the syrup I make for you.' I asked bashfully. "Please Mommy. I will need nothing more on earth.' I lifted my saree and underskirt and pulled down my panties. Indeed its gusset had a rich deposit of creamy syrup that my child had induced. 'Here it is show me how you love mommy,' I taunted. He received the cloth with trembling hands, as if receiving the Holy Communion. He kissed it and brought the gusset to his eager nose. There was sheer ecstasy on his face. 'Nothing smells better on this earth, like a cocktail of herbal medicines', he declared. His tongue snaked out and took the first tentative swipe of the syrup. 'This pure honey tastes like your delicious ice creams. Oh mommy, thank you for being so kind to me. I wish I could feed on this ambrosia for the rest of my life.' I wished I could directly feed my child from my love stream. 'Lick softly dear, do not damage the material,' I said. 'Can I keep it with me to smell and taste you for the rest of the day?' 'Probably you can.' We had already crossed the Rubicon, now there was no turning back. 'But baby let us hurry up hill, there is work to do' I stood up and bent down to collect my sandals. He came behind me and kissed my butt gently. 'My mouth is watering looking at your exquisitely shaped backside' He tried to burrow his nose deep in between the rich globes. I giggled. 'Such a naughty boy. You will not reach anywhere with the saree on,' I said. I stood straight and hugged his lovely head pressing his face to my pussy. 'My darling child, you love me so intensely. Which part of my body do you love most?' He raised his head and looked pleadingly at me. I smiled at my beloved. 'Hm, how can I say? I love you in your totality. Your mind, your body, your care for me, your character, you as a whole. The curvaceous feminine proportions of your anatomy are enticing. But then I love your hair, soft as falling autumn leaves, your eyes bottomless as deep blue oceans, your geometrically perfect nose, your soft red lips that promise me many things, the silken feel of your neck, the unforgettable aroma of our armpits, your flat stomach, your cool thighs succulent and supple, your nimble feet which I cannot help worshiping and loving. But above all I guess that I am hypnotized by the shape of your breasts. I dream them all the time. Your bust is my sanctum sanctorum. It is the abode of love, my timeless refuge, my hope. I am grateful to god that he created them so perfectly. I find this world so very beautiful and wonderful because it has these wondrous assets. I am happy that you have taken particular care to keep these beauties in good shape. Your brassieres are enormously fortunate, they can hug and be closer to real paradise on earth. I wish I were those brassieres passionately enveloping them. The space in between your legs is a mystery. I try to fancy that region. It is the place I came from. It is the place I long to return. Perhaps every child longs to return to that place.' 'My baby, I wish I could take you back there and keep you safely from all the uncertainties and vicissitudes for the world. But here is some more honey for you,' I scooped up some of my overflowing syrup in my fingers and offered him. It was very erotic watching his sucking on my fingers. 'Come-on, let us move,' I said with a force. On the way up I let him feast on my back side. I purposely swayed my hips to tantalize him. 'Though we love each other we cannot do the things you want us to do. Incest is not tolerated by the church, the society and the community. No social institution tolerated it. They will ostracize us and excommunicate us. Your father will not understand us, our family will be shattered.' 'This is not incest. This is the ultimate expression of love and care. The society cannot preside over love. The social institutions cannot tolerate mother and son loving intimately because of jealousy. The church is not against incest. The bible has come out with many cases of incest. People multiplied on earth from first man and wife through incest. Plants and animals do not set imaginary boundaries for love. Your soul knows what your body needs. And we need not have to advertise what we do.' Ever After 'I don't know my child I don't know. I have had very little sex in my life. For eleven months out of a year I am wintering. Had it not been for you I would have carried on with my hermitic life. But I am happy that I kept my body perfect across the years to make it appealing to you.' 'Hereafter I will take care of your body.' 'Thank you, it is beautiful dream. Now I commit these cute girlies to your care. You know now they need 36D bras. For that matter you may take care of my entire body.' 'It is my pleasure and prerogative.' I opened the deserted farmhouse with a creaking sound. A great deal of dust and litter had to be removed. 'Darling now come and help me change into something comfortable,' I said. He piously removed my saree, kissing every inch of exposed skin. Then he proceeded to remove my blouse. 'Mommy goddess, I have long since been sniffing your armpits. Would you mind if I licked and enjoyed the heavenly taste of your accumulated sweat?' 'Go ahead dear.' I opened my armpits for my darling. He licked across my soft armpit hair. It was very stimulating. Each greedy jab had an effect on my pussy. His hands inadvertently cupped my breast. 'Yeas darling, my girlies were demanding your hands and lips for long, here take them' His hungry lips moved naturally to my bursting nipples. The effect was marvelous. My nipple and his lips were fused into one like opposite magnetic poles. 'Suck and make love to them darling. May be after a few days I will be able to lactate for you' Later I changed with his help to a half skirt and shirt. I kept the front buttons open for my baby's advantage. While dusting the ceiling, standing on the ladder I offered delicious glimpses of my pussy to him and many times I caught him standing transfixed his jaw hitting the floor. 'Patience pays,' I winked. Even when I finished, he was sitting there like a hungry puppy eyed hooked to my anxious loins. 'Come here naughty boy,' I commanded in mock seriousness. He crawled to me and stood on his knees in hypnotized awe. I lifted my skirt, 'here it is, drink my darling.' Immediately his lips were glued to my pussy. I shuddered and poured my syrup into his mouth. The orgasm was instantaneous. I have never been like this. I dropped my skirt and disengaged my pussy from his probing lips. 'Did you like it?' 'Immensely, I will never get tired of eating you,' he declared gallantly. 'We will see,' I laughed, ' now we will take bath, lunch together and change.' We ate together from the same plate, often feeding each other. Together we ate the same banana. 'No food is as delicious and as nourishing as you, my angelic mother,' Before changing to saree I invited him to the Spartan bedroom in the house. 'Come baby let me see how you are going to love me' I pulled down his jeans and boxers. His erection was marvelous- erection exclusively for me. I touched its silken skin. He groaned. 'This is between us. What we do for each other should not hurt anybody else, your father included.' 'Yes mommy' His tangy delicious seed erupted into my mouth as I keep on pumping him. He tasted far better than his father. I stretched on the wooden cot like a lascivious cat ready for a long spell of lovemaking. He freed my rich hair, fluffed it and buried his face in it. He kissed my forehead, my temple and my fluttering eyes. He licked my ear lobes, he kissed the tip of my nose. Now, for the first time we kissed. It was an epoch making kiss- a sagacious kiss indeed. His tongue deftly opened the petals of my lips. It invaded my mouth where it was amply welcome. It cutely wrestled with my tongue. His mouth tasted of the fruits we had for lunch- sweet and fragrant. He was loving and caressing my tongue, as if it was an erect penis. My pussy was humming, humming a heavenly tune. It was running over, with heavenly nectar for my worshipper. He opened my shirt and pulled it out. Bra followed. 'Oh my,' he was worshipping my breasts. Nipples screamed for his deft lips. He had nursed on them till he was five. They remember his lips still. 'Your armpit hair is so soft, like velvet, silky and musky. So delicious, but it is more tasty and musky when you are sweaty and worked up' he said. I was on cloud nine. 'Next time when I am sweaty and smelly you can lick me, my darling,' 'I have licked the armpit of your gown many times over, ' he confessed. "I know' "Let me see your flowery toes,' immediately he was licking and kissing my toes. 'Darling my juice is flowing into my skirt,' 'Wait wait, don't waste a single drop' I smiled, as if I could stop oozing juice. He moved up leaving a wet trail on my thighs. My ripe fragrance filled the room. 'My goddess is in full bloom. The divine fragrance from her petals mesmerizes me. Your gown oft exuded this sweetness' I pulled up my skirt for his benefit. He was softly sniffing the furry flower. After a few licks I offered his a mouth full of honey. He sucked on my erect clitoris and bathed it with is saliva and my juice. I expressed my appreciation by running my fingers in his thick hair. After five earth shattering orgasms his lips veered down my swollen lips. I lifted and spread my legs apart for better access to my asshole. His aggressive tongue probed into it making me giddy with a tipsy rapture. I thought I was urinating and with an excruciatingly sweet agony I squirted more syrup into his mouth. I blacked out for an instant. When I opened my eyes he was worshipping my ass. I rolled over and offered it to my darling baby. 'I am happy that you love my love juice. This juice is the ultimate expression of love of a woman for her lover. She cannot fake it. I have never produced this much of honey for anybody, not even for your father. You made it and it is entirely yours,' 'Thank you mom, I will keep loving you to the last of my breath. With my soul and mind, with my body and wisdom' 'Your tongue is exquisite, where did you learn the skill?' 'Nowhere. It is instinct, in love things fall into place naturally,' he boasted like a philosopher. 'Have you ever had sex with a woman before?' 'I have only one woman, my goddess mother; no other woman exists in the world as far as I am concerned.' Suddenly I pounced on him. I was in frenzy. He was fabulously hard. Madly I impaled him and humped like mad. I offered my tits to his greedy mouth. I was making guttural sounds, primordial sounds beyond myself. Then I experienced him shooting his warm masculine feed into the core of my sacred womanhood. We remained joined exquisitely at the loins in the warm glow of the post orgasmic daze. He was still hard and filling the yawning voids of my soul. It was the fulfillment of a longing which originated somewhere beyond the origins of time and all that. We became one unit, he inside me, my breasts gracefully nesting his cute face. 'Are you sorry for what we did, dear?' I asked. "No, are you? I can stay forever like this, buried in your cleavage, deeply embedded in your pussy,' he said. 'We have gone far beyond mother --son bond,' I pointed out. 'We are not screwing, getting laid is a physical process to vent our pent up fury. But making love is an entirely different process. It is the apex of a noble passion. It is the fulfillment of an ancient covenant,' my child stated with a stout conviction. 'If my pubic hair is a nuisance, you can shave it for me,' I said. 'No, it is cute, it cushions my face and retains your fragrance.' 'When your father is home I shave there for his convenience,' I revealed. "I know,' he lisped with a foolish grin. 'How come, it is our secret.' 'I collected the wisps of your pubic hair from the toilet and I always keep them with me. They are still in my pockets. Not only your pubic hair, look at this.." he pulled out short strands of my pubic hair and then my long finger nails too from the pouches of his jeans. He had once offered to manicure my fingers, removing the nails I had been sporting on my left hand. 'You are a born romantic, incorrigible.' Thus a new era of our life commenced. Life was different, I was glowing all over, so was he. Now we are one body and soul. We shop together, go to church together, eat together and take bath together. There is no world outside us. I do not worry much about the incest thing. In love contradictions of life dissolve and disappear, so says the poet. I regularly speak to my husband on the phone with a new found optimism and warmth. I comb his hair, wash his clothes and shave him. He takes care of my bust, selecting the right size of bras. I am lactating again for him and he has increased the size of my brassieres one unit higher. He has mastered some exercises to keep my girlies perfect. I nurse him in the morning, in the evening immediately on his return from the college and deep at night. He eats me out regularly and not a drop of me is wasted. Before going to college he has to eat me so that my flavor would linger in his mouth all through the day. He takes care of my monthly ooze with a religious passion. I am excessively horny during my periods. My darling makes love to me for hours during that phase. The love of his has miraculously transmuted the chemistry of my life. We stay together for hours on end on holidays, he nursing me or fondling my boobs, I fondling him or kissing him. I will march into the evening of my life basking and reclining in the halo of his love. We celebrate the eternal present and time fails in its machinations. Ever After Kat narrowed her eyes, and opened a new document. She started writing about him. Trace. She even liked the way his name rolled across her tongue. She wrote, not a starting story, but about the morning she'd just had. She kept typing, and the next thing she knew, she was the main character, and her and Trace were getting frisky. She smiled, typing away. Her juices were flowing, and she ended up writing six pages, most of it sex. Good lord, at this rate she could start directing porn. Her hands stilled as she realized she was aroused. When she shifted, she could feel a dampness between her legs. Good lord, I have got to get a hold of myself. She was sitting there stunned at her behavior, when she heard it. "Hello? Earth to Kat..." "Oh! Trace!" Kat scrambled to hit the save button then closed the new document. "You sure were lost in thought." "Yeah, I get like that when I write. I zone out." Kat set her computer to the side. "I can tell. You feelin' all right? Your face is flushed." "I'm fine. Just hot." In more ways than one. "Hmm. I'm gonna run in and use the restroom. That okay with you?" "It's fine. Just do whatever you normally do. Don't mind me." Kat smiled. Once he was in the house, Kat dropped her head back. She had to get herself in line. This was no good, her lusting after him, and with a book to write. She stared at the screen, re-reading the last paragraphs she had written. She decided she liked her and Trace's story better. Kat smothered a laugh. It was going to be a long summer. Trace waved as he climbed into his pickup and headed down the lane. Kat assumed he was going home to shower, so she figured it would be a good time for her to do so. As she soaped up her hair, she starting thinking about how he was probably doing the same thing, at the same time as her. Oh get a grip. Kat rinsed and conditioned her hair, and when she shut her eyes to wash her face, she saw Trace doing the same thing. Kat was a woman obsessed. She had to shake him, or she'd never get any writing done. But as she blew her shoulder length brown hair dry, she discovered she wasn't opposed to getting to know him. Maybe she should sleep with him, get him out of her system so she could move on. But somehow she knew that wasn't the case. She'd be a goner if she slept with him. Instinctively she knew she would just want more. After she had put on her make up and thrown on a pair of white Capri's and a sky blue blouse, Kat headed to the kitchen to make lunch. It was a little later than normal, but Gram hadn't rang for her yet. So she threw together some ham sandwiches, and made a couple extra in case Trace got back as they were eating. After making a salad, she went to the living room and helped Gram to the table. She served her the sandwich and salad, then grabbed a bag of potato chips and put them on the table. Kat poured them glasses of iced tea, then sat down to eat. After her first bite, the door opened. "Afternoon ladies." Trace stepped through the threshold. Carrying a plastic grocery bag. "Hi Trace." Gram beamed at him. "Hello Trace. Would you like a sandwich?" Kat pushed back from the table. "Sure, if ya got one." "I got two." Kat turned and grabbed the two extra she had made, then got a bowl down for his salad. The trio ate, having a nice conversation. "What's in the bag?" Kat knew she sounded nosy, but she was curious. "I almost forgot. It's cucumbers, green peppers, and some corn." "From your garden?" "Yep. It's good stuff." Trace gave Gram a wink. "Sounds like we'll have a good supper. Care to stay?" Trace looked mildly surprised. "Sure, if it's no bother." "No, not at all. We'd like the company, wouldn't we Gram?" "Certainly. Trace, did you bring my babies?" Gram daintily wiped her mouth. "I did. Left 'em outside when I saw you were eating." "Gram, why don't you get a dog of your own?" Kat stood and refilled their glasses. "Oh, I'm too old to train one. And now with this busted hip..." "Well I'm here for three months. That would get ya out of the puppy stage. We could train it together." "When Kat's gone, I could help ya out. I think that's a great idea. Course, I'd still bring my mutts over." Trace flashed a grin. "My, I think you two just talked me into it!" Gram laughed, delighted. After lunch was finished, Trace let his dogs in and helped Gram to the living room. Kat left them to their visit, and returned to the porch and started typing away. She zoned out, on her book thankfully, and got several pages written before she came back to reality. She would see through the window, and Trace had Gram giggling like a school girl. His dogs had were taking up either side of the older woman's feet. Kat watched them interact for a few minutes, then clicked open the Trace story. Rereading the last few paragraphs, she felt herself get into the mode, and she spaced out, writing out her fantasy. The afternoon sun had sunk pretty low, and Kat realized that the dogs were at her feet. She hadn't heard the door open or anything. Her shoulders were cramped, and she rolled her head from side to side, stretching the muscles. The dogs had lifted their heads, and Kat set her computer aside and reached down to scratch them. "Ya know, you guys sure are helpful. I don't even know your names." Kat smiled as she rubbed behind their ears. "The big guy is Domino, and the little big guy is Boss." Kat jumped. Trace was leaning against the doorjamb. "You scared me. Where did you come from?" Kat laughed. "Inside. Gram started to doze off, so I went to the bathroom and by the time I got back she was asleep. I guess I kept her awake for too long." Trace smiled and headed towards her. "Yeah, she did miss her nap time." Kat stopped petting the dogs, and Trace grabbed her laptop and set it on the glass patio table. "Mind if I join you?" Trace gestured to the swing. "Not at all." She scooted over a little. They sat for a few minutes in silence, watching the dogs as they wandered into the yard to play. "Boss sure lives up to his name, doesn't he?" Kat smiled, tucking one leg beneath her. "That he does. Out of the litter, he was the one calling the shots. Seemed like a good farm dog. Excellent herder." "That little thing?" "Oh yeah. And cattle, no less." "Wow. I didn't see that coming." Kat laughed. "Getting your writing done?" "Mostly. Sometimes it flies out of my head, other times it's a bit more sluggish." "Gotta get your juices flowin' I guess." "Yep." If only he knew. Trace moved his feet, and pushed off with his toes. The pair swung in silence for a bit, both content to just be. Finally, Kat broke the spell. "Would you mind helping pick out a dog for Gram? I mean, I don't think she's really able to handle the trip to town and standing and all that. And ya seem to have a good eye for dogs." Trace turned to face her, and for a moment he was silent. His eyes roamed over her face and hair, then downward. Kat started inwardly. She could almost feel his eyes touching her. So she took advantage and did the same, starting at his hatless head, his vibrant green eyes, and working her way down over his tight fitted black tee shirt and down to another pair of those trademark jeans. As she glanced back eye, their eyes collided. She could have sworn sparks flew. "Does that mean it's just the two of us?" "Well... yeah, I guess it does." "Can we have lunch while we're out?" "I suppose we could do that." "Do I get a kiss before I leave?" Kat let out a startled laugh that was more breathless than anything. "If you're very, very good." "Hmm. I don't make promises I can't keep." The corners of his mouth quirked into a grin. "I bet when you're bad, you're better." The minute the words were out of her mouth, Kat almost passed out. She could not believe she just said that. "You have no idea." They watched each other for a few moments, and Kat felt herself flushing. God, she wanted this man. She had never been this attracted to someone, and she had no doubt it was written all over her face. "Aw, to hell with it." Trace spoke, but his words didn't register until he was pressed against her side, one hand cupping her face with his lips slanting over hers. Kat rocked back slightly, surprised but delighted. As she went back, Trace took that as a retreat and started to pull away. Before she knew what she was doing, she was leaning forward, following him, trying not to break contact. She lifted a hand and her fingers sifted through the hair at his nape. Trace groaned and his lips parted, his tongue bumping against her lips for the split second it took them to open. Kat whimpered as she tried to get closer, almost getting dizzy as his mouth devoured hers. She wasn't sure who did what and who moved first, but the next thing she knew she was lifting one leg. Trace's hand was on her thigh, guiding it over his lap. She settled astride his strong thighs, and he scooted down so she was where she needed to be. His belt buckle pressed against her lower stomach, and she felt the fullness of his arousal between her legs. Their mouths never fully left each other, and Trace took turns sucking and nibbling each of her lips in turn. She did the same back to him. His hands slid to her waist, holding her tight down onto him, but she was in no mood to leave the spot she was in. Her hands ruffled his hair, then she grazed her fingertips down his shoulders and arms, feeling his tanned skin, reveling in the strength of his muscles. Trace moved his hands behind her and he cupped her ass, squeezing, pulling her closer still. Kat wasn't sure what could be better than what they were doing right then, but then he moved. His toes pushed off on the porch, and soon they were swinging. Kat gasped against his mouth. Their bodies moved naturally, rocking against each other. Her hips shifted with the movement of him, and she thought she could die a happy woman. His hands moved up, and he palmed her breasts, his thumbs brushing up over her nipples. They were already partially hard, but at that, they puckered so tightly it almost hurt. Kat was restless. She had never wanted a man so badly, but she had just met him, and couldn't believe she was doing this. But nothing had ever felt so right either. She was torn. She was just glad Gram was inside so this couldn't get too out of hand. She was loving it while it lasted, and she knew for a fact she was doing to end up in bed with him. And it would probably be sooner than later. She rocked against him with the movement of the swing, and she felt herself growing wetter and wetter. Oh yes, she was going to have this man. His tongue dipped into her mouth once more, and thoughts flew from her head. He withdrew his tongue, then it plunged again, mimicking what he'd rather be doing. Kat almost came out of her skin. The combination of everything was perfect. Trace slowly quit swinging, and they finally rocked to a stop. His kisses became more chaste, not having much tongue, then down to none. Then he pulled back completely. They were both breathing heavily, and Kat rested her forehead against his. They sat that way for a time, catching their breath. "Kat." His voice was deeper than usual, and a bit husky. "Yes?" Hers was breathless. "It's takin' all I got to stop. The next time, I'm not going to. You understand?" "Yes." "Tomorrow." "What about it?" "When I get my kiss before I leave." "Oh." Kat was having a bit of trouble following his words. "You're coming home with me." "I see." "Do you understand what I'm sayin'?" And suddenly his meaning was clear as glass. "I do." "Are ya okay with that?" Trace's heart was still thumping. Kat hesitated. Not because she didn't want to, but because she had only known him for a minute. Trace's hand moved, and he unfastened her pants. Kat gasped. His hand wriggled it's way into her panties, and his fingers slipped between her lips. She was drenched. She was swollen and as his fingertips brushed her clit, it was a hard little nub that was so sensitized she had to bite back a yelp. He moved his fingers to the side slightly and started rubbing in slow, lazy circles. "Kat, darlin', I asked you a question. Are you okay with that?" Trace's voice had that velvet sound. It was smooth and warm and sexy. Kat couldn't think, couldn't speak.. She reached down with one hand and wrapped her fingers around his wrist, trying to stop him. She had already been on the edge before he got into her pants. She was just a few circles away from an orgasm, and she didn't think that's what he intended. She was pretty sure he was just trying to tease, then leave her hanging. He wasn't going to- he was going to get her off. Their heads were still together, and Trace tipped his chin and nipped her mouth. "Cat got your tongue?" He licked her lips. That voice.. "Oh, god, Trace.." Kat's muscles clenched and her hips jerked forward into his hand as she came. Kat closed her eyes as another wave of moisture rushed from her. Trace's hand stilled. He swore he could feel her heartbeat through her clit and he was momentarily taken aback. "Darlin', that was supposed to tease you, to tempt you into tomorrow." Trace's voice held an undertone of laughter. "I know. I'm sorry. I'm going home with you tomorrow." Trace finally did laugh. "That's good to hear." Kat bit her lip. "I tried to stop you." "Mmhhmm, ya tried real hard." Again he laughed. "I'm sorry." Kat felt tears sting her eyes for an unknown reason. Maybe she was embarrassed, maybe she felt bad she cheated him. Trace tipped her face up and she looked away. "From the sound of your voice you're gonna cry. Why?" "I don't know." Her words were little more than a whisper. Trace scooted her back onto his thighs. Kat felt a pang of pain, like he was rejecting her. Then he helped her off of his lap. "Do me a favor. Be quick, and be quiet. Go put on a skirt." "What?" "Do it." He spun her around and gave her a light shove towards the house. Kat looked confused, but headed into the house. Trace shifted around uncomfortably. He was rock hard, and he had never, ever wanted a woman this bad. He'd wanted women before, but this was an all consuming, fire in his gut type of feeling. He wanted this woman. He wanted to be inside her, and he wanted to be with her everyday. There was something about her that appealed to him. There was something about her that was right. Kat stepped back through the door, shutting it gently. "Gram still asleep?" "Yeah, but Trace, I-" "Shush and come here." Kat sat back down and he helped her over his lap again. "Feeling a little more freedom?" "Yeah. Trace, I'm-" "Are you wearing panties?" His voice was quiet, but still smooth. "Of course. Why?" "Ya don't get it." Trace smiled. "A romance writer, and ya have no idea why I wanted you in a skirt. For shame." "Well, the only reason that comes to mind is- oh. Oh god." Trace leaned up and his mouth took hers again, as he reached between them and unfastened his pants. The tightness of the fabric and the cramped quarters didn't make it very easy, but he managed. In the minutes that it took, Kat was as fired up as she'd been before, and Trace wasn't sure he'd make it inside of her before he came. He reached and pulled on her panties, shoving them off to one side. He could feel the heat from her on his cock, and he groaned. "If you're not sure, now's the time to tell me." "I'm sure." Kat leaned in and pressed her lips to his. With one hand, he guided the tip of his cock to the center of her, and when he slipped in a fraction, she gasped. His hands moved to her waist, holding her above him slightly. He slipped his tongue into her mouth at the same time he drove her hips down onto him. His mouth muffled the noises she made. Trace gasped, not expecting her to be so tight around him, but she was and he almost lost it right there. He held her still for a minute, willing himself to calm down. Once he was able, he released his death grip on her hips and let her move. Immediately she was lost in the moment, rocking against him. She was so wet, so swollen, and he fit inside her perfectly. Trace was sure this was as close to heaven as he would get. He caught her hips again and held her up while he thrust, pumping his cock inside of her. "Trace... oh my god.." Kat held onto the back of the swing with one hand, and the other clutched at his shoulder. Trace leaned in slightly and bit at her nipples through the cloth of her shirt. Kat whimpered, and her hips jerked against him frantically. He moved one hand down and found her clit again, rubbing it quickly. He wanted her to come one more time because he was on the verge of losing it. Almost as quickly as the last, she moaned his name and tossed her head back as she jerked against his hand. He quickly caught her by the hips and held her down while he slammed up into her, and finally let himself go. He felt her pussy convulsing around him, drawing every last drop from him. Trace let his head fall back and he released his death grip on her hips, feeling every muscle in his body relax. His cock gave a few final twitches, and they remained joined together while their breathing evened out. Trace rolled his head to the side to look at her, and Kat looked as spent as he felt. "I am so writing a book about you." Kat murmured. She gave a breathy laugh. "As long as it has a happy ending, I'm game." Trace grabbed one of her hands and brought it to his mouth and kissed it. The sun had sunk low, and with it the day had chilled some. As the sweat dried on their bodies, Kat shivered. Trace groaned. "Oh god, don't move." He gave a raspy laugh. To that, Kat tightened her muscles around him. Trace closed his eyes and sucked in a breath through his teeth. Kat laughed as she felt him slip from her. "You're gonna be a mess." "Yep. I'm gonna run home and change my pants. Then come back, cause some hot little thing invited me to supper." "Oh my god, I hope Gram is still asleep." Kat sat back. "You get supper started, and I'm gonna run home. If she wakes up, tell her I took the dogs home." "No, leave them. She enjoys them so. Just be quick." Kat gave him a peck on the cheek. After all that had transpired between them, that seemed ridiculous, and they both laughed. Trace took off down the lane, and Kat went back into the house. Gram was sleeping peacefully still, and Kat watched her chest, making sure she was breathing. She was, so Kat crept quietly past, heading for her room to clean up. "Glad ya guys hit it off." Kat froze, and took a couple steps back, leaning backwards to look into the living room, thinking she had to have imagined that. Gram's eyes were still shut, but a huge grin split her face. Dinner was fun, though Kat was slightly uncomfortable since she knew Gram knew. Trace was oblivious though, and was his charming country self. Every time he glanced her way, Kat felt herself flush. She had to get a hold of herself! Gram looked very self satisfied, and shot them both smiles of adoration. Kat wanted to slide under the table. Then that brought dirty thoughts to her head, and she flushed again. Suddenly, as much as she enjoyed the company, she wanted to lock herself in her room. "Gram, what kind of dog do you want?" "Oh, I don't know. Anything. As long as it's cute. I have names picked out for a boy or a girl, so you guys just surprise me." "Okay. Kat, what do ya say we head out pretty early that way we don't run out of time?" "Sounds good.. I can get Gram her breakfast and get her situated and we can hit the road. You're driving right?" Kat smiled. Ever After "Yep. How about eight?" "Perfect." "Now don't you guys hurry back. Take your time and enjoy yourselves. Kat, you haven't left the house since ya got here. Have a day on the town." Gram smiled. "Now, I can't leave ya all day! If we can't find one early, we'll come back and get you fed and then try again." "Oh I'll be fine. You two just enjoy yourselves. Trace, would ya help me to the porch? I'd like to get some fresh air before bed." "Course Gram." Trace shot Kat a glance over the old lady's head. Kat shook her head and flushed. Once Gram was adjusted, Trace popped back into the kitchen to make her a cup of green tea. Kat was loading the dishwasher with her back to him. Trace gave her ass a pat as he reached around her for a coffee cup. "What was that about?" "Gram knows." "Knows what?" Kat told him the story, and Trace nearly dropped the mug. "Great, now I'm gonna be uncomfortable." He winced in mock pain. "That's only fair." Kat smiled. "Oh, about tomorrow, if we're going to be gone all day, I don't really feel comfortable leaving to go to your house." Trace felt like he got punched in the gut. She was rejecting him. "So, if ya don't mind, could we just.. Well, will you come back here?" Kat chewed her bottom lip while she avoided his eyes. A grin lit his face. "Darlin', I'd do anything for you." The microwave beeped and Trace removed the cup, putting a tea bag in to soak. "For a second, I thought you were turning me down." "Now why would I do that?" Kat decided to tease him like he'd teased her. Sort of. "I don't know.. Just the way ya worded it, had me a little worried." "I can't believe you'd think that. After the obvious fun I.. well, we, had this afternoon..." Kat glanced up at him from under her lashes. His mouth had gone slack. "Trace... I think I like you. I'd never turn ya down." Kat headed for the porch, letting her hand graze across the front of his jeans as she brushed past. He stood for a moment, stunned. "That brat." The next morning Kat stood in front of the cheval mirror and eyed herself. She couldn't believe she was looking at a woman who had slept with a man the second day she knew him. She also was having trouble believing she did that with a man she was going to be seeing frequently. It almost would have been better had he been a stranger she never had to face again. She sighed and smoothed her hand over her hair, then tied it in a low pony-tail at the nape of her neck. Did Trace think less of her for her actions? What if he had just been caught up in the moment, and in the bright light of a new day decided she was a loose woman? Shaking herself, Kat decided she didn't care what he thought. She was a grown woman, and they had been attracted to each other. There was nothing wrong with that. Was there? Gram was already at the kitchen table when Kat walked into the room. "Morning. My, you look beautiful!" "Thanks Gram. So do you." Kat kissed her forehead. "Pooh. That color is good on you. I bet Trace will think so too." Gram smirked over the rim of her coffee cup. Kat felt herself flush as she got her own coffee. Glancing down at her jean Capri's, brown sandals, and her peach sleeveless blouse, she decided she did look pretty good. And she didn't care if Trace thought so. Inside she knew it was a lie... she had specifically worn this shirt because it was good with her tan and her hair color. Kat rolled her eyes and glanced at the clock. It was a quarter to eight. Trace should be getting there any minute. "Gram, I don't want you getting up much while we're gone, ya hear me? I don't want you to fall. You have my cell phone number, so if you have any issues, call, and we'll come straight back. Got it?" Kat plopped Gram's bagel and applesauce down in front of her. "Yes dear. But I'll be fine. You guys have a good time, and find me the world's cutest pooch." Gram smiled and dug into her meal. On cue, and ten minutes early, Trace rapped his knuckles on the door twice, then swung it open. "Morning ladies. Woooo-ee! You two sure do make it worth getting up in the morning." Trace dropped his customary kiss on Gram's forehead. Kat couldn't help but think that her lips had been in that same spot only minutes before. She felt herself warm a little, and she turned quickly to hide her flushed face. As she put her cup in the sink, she heard Trace giving Gram much the same lecture she herself had given. "I already gave her the rules." Kat turned- and bumped into him. "Oh! I didn't-" Trace planted a kiss on the corner of her mouth. "Mornin'." "Morning." Kat cleared her throat. Trace grinned. Gram smiled behind her napkin, pretending she didn't see. "Ready to roll?" "Yeah. Let me grab my purse. Gram, you better behave while we're gone!" "I'll be fine. You two go. Have fun. Enjoy the day." They said their goodbyes and headed for Trace's truck. Kat hadn't realized how big it was, but her country roots came to her aid and she swung herself up into the seat like a pro. "Bet ya don't have to do that very much in the big city." Trace smirked. "Nope. Gramps used to have a truck very much like this one when I was younger. It's all coming back to me." Kat smiled. Trace flipped the radio on to a country station, and they headed off. The drive was made in silence, but it wasn't uncomfortable. Kat found herself excited for the day, but she was still wondering what Gram had meant about Trace having gone through a lot. She didn't feel she knew him well enough to ask, but maybe later she'd ask Gram. Trace had his window rolled down and his arm was resting on the ledge. He drove the truck expertly, with his wrist draped over the wheel. Almost every car they passed he gave them the two finger wave and a smile. Kat marveled at the ease in which he went through life. Friendly, charming; he was a good ole boy. And him being sexy as sin helped quite a bit also. Kat dug through her purse and finally found her sunglasses and slipped them on. She was glad she had tied her hair back with the way the wind whipped through the windows. She rolled hers the rest of the way down, then turned and opened the sliding back window. Leaning back, she closed her eyes and listened to the music, and rubbed her hands back and forth against the fabric of the bench seat. "The weight of the world, is on your shoulders.. I know what you need.. Bring it on home to me.. oh bring it on home.. Yeah, bring it on home to me.." Kat sang quietly. The early hour made the air crisp, and Kat inhaled deeply, loving the smell of the nature all around her. Little did she know, Trace was barely watching the road. He was intrigued by her profile... the way her nose tipped up at the end slightly, the graceful arch of her throat. Her voice was damn good, and the words of the song she had sung struck a chord deep in his chest. He felt a swell of emotion for this woman, and it scared him half to death. She was beautiful, inside and out. He typically could judge people pretty quickly, and Kat was no exception. She was good to her bones, and he wanted to learn more. Kat was still humming along with the radio, and she finally opened her eyes, rolling her head to the side to watch the passing countryside. There were only a few more minutes until they got into town, but the land was still mostly unoccupied. It suddenly hit her. She didn't want to go back. She wanted to have her things packed up and sent to her, and she wanted to stay. Her head lifted off the seat and she blinked. Maybe this was what her life was missing. The genuine relationships you have with people. Knowing all your neighbors, being able to depend on them for anything that comes up. Tears filled her eyes as she thought back to her lonely evenings, watching television in her apartment with no one to share anything with. Sure she had friends, but they were those surface friends that you couldn't depend on for anything. Kat jumped, her gaze flying to Trace. He had slid his hand underneath hers, clasping it tightly. He had known she needed that, and he didn't even know her that well. This was it. This was what she needed. "I'm staying." Kat blinked back her tears and swallowed hard. "I'm glad." Trace glanced at her and gave her a supportive smile. A few minutes later they were getting out of the truck in front of the animal shelter. Trace met her at her door and he grasped her hand, lacing their fingers together. She smiled and they headed in. After speaking with a woman named Sandy, they were led back to the kennels. By the sound of the barking there must have been a million dogs back there. "Come on babies, be on your best behavior!" Sandy said above the racket. "They don't listen." She laughed and left them to their own devices. There were big dogs, small ones, old ones, puppies, and everything in between. The selection was staggering. "I had no idea there would be so many!" Kat walked slowly between the cages. "I didn't either. It's a little disheartening." Trace stuck his hand down, palm out, and put it up to each cage, letting the dogs sniff him. Some jumped at their enclosure, others lay on the floor, hardly bothering to lift their heads. "Okay babies. My grandma needs a new best friend.. Who wants the job?" Kat felt the sting of tears again. There were so many.. And some looked so depressed and hopeless. Others had no idea how good life could be, considering how excited they were to be there. The couple split up and walked the aisles. Kat hated it. This was much different than going to a pet store and looking at the puppies through the glass. This was much baser. These dogs had been abandoned for one reason or another. She decided right then she would not go to any other place. She wanted no part of it. It was not the fun outing she anticipated. "Darlin', I think I found her." Trace's voice carried across the room. Most of the dogs had stopped barking. Kat realized she had been staring around, not looking at much. Her arms were wrapped across her stomach, almost protectively. Like she could keep out the sadness of the situation. She had to stop looking into the eyes of these animals, or she would take them all home. Kat made her way over to where Trace was kneeling. She crouched down also. By the tag on the kennel, she was a year and a half old, and had been trained through the prison program. Trace had been putting her through the paces, making her sit, lay down, roll over. She listened to his commands quickly, her eyes bright. "You're a pretty little girl, aren't you." Kat placed her palm against the fencing. "She listens. It says she's good with other animals and children." The worker, Sandy, reappeared. "She's a very good girl. A lot of times she almost gets adopted, then they decide she's too big. As far as we know, she's part Golden Retriever, but we don't know who her daddy was." Sandy smiled. "She's gorgeous." Kat smiled at the dog, and she swore the dog smiled back. In reality, the dog had started panting, but it made Kat laugh. "We'll take her." Trace stood. "Darlin', I'll fill out the papers but will you run out to the truck and get the collar and leash out of the center console?" "Sure." Kat was more than happy to get out of there. Standing in the sunshine, she took several deep breaths. She decided right then and there to do something to help the plight of these poor dogs. The minute she had a chance, she was going to search things online and find out exactly she could do. Fifteen minutes later, they exited the building with the new family member. Trace held the leash, and the dog walked sedately beside him. She was alert, but she stayed at his side, heeling nicely. "Wow, she really is trained." Kat opened her door and climbed up, laughing as a ball of fur launched itself in from the driver side. "I bet she'd ride in the back, but I don't wanna try that yet. Let her get used to her new life first." Trace climbed in. The dog sat in the middle, tongue lolling, happy as could be. Kat examined her, and she pretty much looked exactly like a Golden. Her fur was shorter, but it was that warm honey color, and her nose was a little broader. "I wish Gram would have told us what name she picked. I wonder what it is." Kat reached and stroked the big dog's head. "I don't know. I bet it's a good one though." Trace was just a voice. The dog pretty much hid him. "Trace, I didn't want to go anywhere else to look for a dog. That was so sad. I want to help. Those poor dogs.." Kat's voice had caught in her throat. "I know. Domino and Boss were both rescue dogs. I don't know how people can still go buy dogs when there are so many that need help. And for a small fee, not hundreds of dollars." The dog suddenly turned her head and gave the side of Trace's face a long swipe with her tongue. Trace burst out laughing, and Kat squealed with laughter. "I think she agrees!" The dogs head swung to Kat, and she squeezed her eyes shut as the dog lapped at her face. The truck was filled with laughter, and Kat wrapped her arms around the dog's neck, giving her a hug. The dog stilled, and when Kat pulled back she looked into those warm brown eyes, and knew they had picked the right pet for her grandma. "Gram! We're home! There's someone that we want you to meet!" Kat called from the porch. Trace followed with the dog, and she greedily sniffed the ground. Kat opened the door and left it hanging open. Gram was in her chair in the living room. "Oh! That was fast! I'm so excited." Gram sat up a little farther. "Congratulations Mom.. Meet your bouncing baby girl." Kat stepped to the side, and Trace dropped the leash, letting the dog make her own way in. "Oh.. Oh my.. She's gorgeous. Aren't you a gorgeous girl." Gram's eyes filled with tears. "She is perfect. Come here baby.. I'm your new mama." Gram extended her hand. The dog looked around, and she headed calmly towards her new master. "She's already trained. We'll have to go to the store and get food and treats and things." But Gram wasn't listening. She was stroking the top of the dogs head, staring into her eyes like she was her salvation. "True." "We'll go do that in a little bit." "No. Her name. True." Trace and Kat looked at each other, then back at Gram. "She is the most beautiful dog ever, I think. Kat, Trace, she is perfect." Gram had looked up, and True licked her neck. "Thank you. I think we're soul mates." "We're glad you like her." Kat smiled. "Go on girl. True baby.. Go explore your new house." Gram settled back in her chair. True stood, and off she went, sniffing every nook and cranny. Kat went to the kitchen and put a bowl of water on the floor. True found it and drank greedily. She licked her lips over the bowl, and Kat swore she was trying not to get water on the floor. Once the entire house had been sniffed over, Trace and Kat took True outside, and she did her business quickly, then ran back to the door. They let her in, and she went and laid at Gram's feet, closing her eyes. "I think you picked the best dog on the planet." Kat leaned against the doorframe in the kitchen. Trace was behind her in the doorway, and her shoulder brushed against his chest. "Thank you. I do what I can." Trace gave a short laugh. They watched as Gram rested her head against the back of the chair with a smile on her face, and shut her eyes. "I guess it's naptime." Kat pushed off the frame. "Gram, we're going to run to the store. We'll be back shortly." "Okay honey. We'll be fine." At the store, they loaded up the cart with dog food, treats, chewies, toys, and a great big dog bed that Kat laid her head on and swore she would sleep on it. Trace laughed as he threw dog shampoo and conditioner in the cart. Kat threw in a pink collar with rhinestones and the matching leash. Trace grabbed one of the automatic water bowls, the big one. Then added a second to keep outside. "Domino and Boss will appreciate this too." Trace laughed. "I bet. Thanks Trace, for all your help." "No problem. I've had a good time." "Me too." They stood staring at each other in the dog food aisle. Kat leaned across the cart and gave him a peck on the lips. As she pulled back, Trace reached out and grabbed the back of her neck, pulling her forward. Their lips met, and he quickly slipped his tongue into her mouth, stroking it against hers. Kat reached up and laid her hand along his cheek. Trace finally pulled back. "That's better. Or worse, depending on how you look at it." Trace gave a mock grimace and glanced down. Kat laughed as she saw the proof of his liking for her straining against his jeans. "You better push the cart.. I don't need a flock of women descending upon you because of your manliness." Kat headed down the aisle, as Trace tried to discreetly adjust himself. He finally caught up with her and they went to the check out. At the truck, Trace loaded their purchases into the bed then climbed in. Kat was already in with the radio on. Patsy Cline was singing about falling to pieces. "I can't believe it's only noon. I feel like it should be evening already. I am getting hungry though." "Me too. Wanna grab a hamburger?" They went through a fast food drive thru, and then headed back to Gram's. Trace carried their things in, and Kat took the food. She woke Gram up and served her lunch. The entire time True laid at her feet, only lifting her head to smell. She never once begged. As they ate, Kat asked, "Trace, are you going to go get your dogs?" "I don't want to upset True. Maybe I better wait for a couple days. I do need to get home and check on them though." "Oh, True will be fine. She wants to meet them. I told her all about them, didn't I girl?" In answer, the dog's tail banged against the floor. "Okay, then I guess I'll bring them up with me." When Trace left, Kat filled the food bowl, got both the water bowls set up, switched True's collar, and put the dog bed beside Gram's chair. True watched all the setting up, and finally decided this was going to be her home. She walked in circles on the bed, scratched a little, then laid back down. Kat had also got a wicker basket to keep the toys in, so she opened all the packages and took tags off of things, then put the 'toy box' on the floor. True had to examine it, and she chose a tennis ball. She tossed it in the air a few times, then brought it over to Kat. "Okay girl. Let's go outside." Gram was snoozing peacefully, so Kat opened the door quietly and they snuck out. Kat let the ball fly, and True was off like a streak of lightning. She brought it right back and dropped it into Kat's hand. She threw it again, and the dog took off. Every time she brought it back, it was dropped into Kat's hand. She never had to tell her to drop it or wrestle with her to get it. Several minutes- and throws- later, on the return, True stopped and perked her ears. Kat turned and saw Trace's truck pulling into the drive. Domino and Boss were in the back, tongues and tails wagging. She glanced at True, and her tail was wagging also. Breathing a sigh of relief, Trace parked the truck and got out, motioning for his dogs to do the same. The boys got out, and they approached True slowly. All three dogs sniffed, tails never slowing. Trace came to Kat's side and loped his arm around her waist. Together they watched as an instant friendship developed. True dropped her ball, and nudged it with her nose, pushing it towards her new friends. Domino hesitated for only a second, grabbed it, and took off running. True and Boss were close on his heels, and they jumped and pounced and barked. The trio zigged and zagged, faking each other out, trying to get their mouths on the ball. Ever After "I think they need a bigger toy." Kat laughed and leaned into Trace's side more fully. True and Domino both had their teeth on a side of the ball and were running sideways, while Boss jumped up at it from the bottom. Kat ran in and got the tug-of-war rope they had bought. Back in the yard she wiggled it enticingly, and all three dogs charged her. She yelped and threw it up in the air, and they all made a jump for it. Kat went back to Trace and wrapped her arms around his waist, hugging him. "Today is a beautiful day." "That it is." Trace kissed the top of her head. The couple moved to the porch swing and sat while they watched the dogs. One by one they broke away from the play and ran for a drink. Trace used his foot to push the swing, and Kat rested her hand on his thigh. "Tell me about you." "What do ya wanna know?" "Everything." Trace laughed. "That's a lot of ground to cover." "Well, it doesn't all have to be right now." Kat smiled coaxingly. "Okay. I grew up down the road. My dad was a farmer, and I have followed in his footsteps. Some days I want to do something different, other days I'm happy as I am. I actually lease out most of my land, so I'm not the one farming it. In my spare time I come visit Gram, work on my little garden and play with the dogs." "That sounds wonderful." "It's not bad. The past few days I have been neglecting my work though. Your company is much too appealing." He smiled. "It's hard to resist, isn't it?" Kat laughed. "Have you ever been married?" A shadow crossed his eyes. "Yes." "It didn't end well." Kat made it a statement. "No." Kat didn't speak, just watched him expectantly. Trace finally sighed. "She cheated on me with one of the farmers that leased work from me. She was pregnant, and wasn't sure who the father was. I filed for divorce, we fought, I kicked her out. Had her child been mine, I would have taken care of it, but I'd be damned if I was going to be married to a cheater." "The baby wasn't yours?" "She was killed in a car accident when she was six months pregnant." Kat felt like she had been kicked in the gut. "Oh, Trace.." "The divorce was final, and I didn't want any part of anything. Her family made my life hell for months. Finally, her mom convinced me to meet her at the cemetery." A far away look came to his eyes, like he was reliving the moment. "She said she had some papers for me. She didn't. She just wanted me to see the headstone. I swear Kat, I've never seen anything so morbid. There was her name.. Jennifer Marie McBride. My last name still." He swallowed hard. "Trace, that's not that morbid." Kat rubbed squeeze his hand. "No. It's not." His voice seemed thick. "Then what..." "Under her name, it said, 'and Baby Boy McBride'." "Oh my god." Kat shut her eyes. "Yeah." Trace laughed humorlessly. "The baby was mine." Kat had no clue what to say. Her job was to write stories about people, events, she had to write conversations, but for the life of her, she couldn't come up with a single thing to say to him. Finally she moved, releasing his hand. She cupped his face in her hands, and kissed him gently on the lips. "No one should have to go through any of that, and I'm sorry you had to. But you have big shoulders, and I think someone knew you could handle it. You're a great guy Trace. When things like that happen, they mold us into who we are. For better or worse, the circumstances make us strong, or they make us weak. You're a fighter Trace. That helped mold you into who you are today. And I don't see anything wrong with you." Kat gave him a small smile, then leaned in and kissed his forehead. Trace's hands moved up and curved around her wrists. His eyes shut, and the corners of his mouth turned up slightly. "Thanks Kat. No one has ever put it that way before. Some days I thought it would kill me, some days I blamed no one but myself. But I think things happen for a reason. What the reason was, I'm still not sure, but you're absolutely right." Trace opened his eyes and stared at her. Kat gave him a small smile. "You're welcome. Thank you for sharing with me. I know that couldn't have been easy." Trace tipped his head and gave her a kiss. "I had an easier time telling you than anyone else." "Aw, that's cause you're sweet on me." Kat exaggerated her country accent. "You're absolutely right." The couple stared at each other, feeling all the warm, wonderful feelings of attraction, and if they would admit it, new love. There were a thousand butterflies doing cartwheels in Kat's stomach, and Trace couldn't tear his gaze from hers. Sharing the pain of his past linked them; he felt her sympathy, and her desire to make things good for him. Just then the dogs all came clamoring up onto the porch then took turns getting drinks. They were all panting, tongues lolling out the sides of their mouths dropping droplets of water onto the old wood. One, two, three clunks as they laid down in various places in the shade. It broke the spell, and Kat reluctantly released Trace. She settled back against the swing and he grabbed for her hand. His big booted feet pushed off, and they swung in silence, enjoying the beauty of the day and the joy of each other's company. Saturday dawned hot and stuffy. True preferred to spend her time at Gram's feet in the air conditioning, and Kat didn't blame her. She had set her laptop up at the island in the kitchen and got some writing done early. After sending it to her editor, she looked up the local Humane Society online, and made a very generous donation. Then she sent an email to her 'friends' asking them to help the animals in their areas. She got Gram's breakfast ready, and had just sat back down to write some more when Trace showed up. "Morning darlin'." He dropped a light kiss on her lips. He smelled like earth. "Good morning... you've been in the garden." "Am I that obvious?" Trace poured himself a cup of coffee and sat down next to her. "Yep. You smell like dirt." "Gee, that's sexy." He reached over and laid his hand on her thigh, his thumb brushing lazy circles on her skin. "It is. It means you work for a living. The guys where I live all have manicures." Kat smiled and rested her hand on top of his. He smiled. "Are ya getting anything accomplished?" "Yep. I'm even a little ahead of schedule. Gram's been fed and her and True are napping." "That's interesting." Trace grinned, his white teeth flashing in stark comparison to his bronzed face. "Oh ya think so?" "Yep. So are ya really gonna write a book about me?" His smiled quirked into a smirk. "Maybe." Kat leaned back and stretched, lifting her hair off of her neck. "Are you the other main character?" "Maybe." She smiled. "You better be. Or I don't want to be in it." With a quick glance to make sure they couldn't be seen, Trace reached out and plucked at her nipple through her tank top. The lack of a bra came in handy, and it was instantly hard, pressing against the thin material. "Excuse me, Mr. McBride." Kat lowered her arms and jokingly crossed them over her chest. "No excuse for you. Move your arms. I liked the view before." Trace lounged back in his chair. "Why are ya over here pestering me? Don't you have a farm to run?" "Nope. That's why I have people that work for me. In fact, I hired an extra one since I have much more interesting things to do with my time." He smiled again. Reaching out once more, he hooked two fingers in the curve of her elbow and gently exerted pressure down, making her uncross her arms. Both nipples seemed to harden under his stare. His hand shifted up, and he brushed them both in turn with his thumb. "You're really something, Kat." Heat gathered in his eyes. His lids half closed over his grass green eyes, and Kat felt her stomach lurch. Since that first time, they had been letting the anticipation build. They hadn't discussed anything, but Trace knew Kat had struggled with herself after they had been together. He wanted her more than anything, but he wasn't going to push. But damn, she looked so adorable and sexy in her gray shorts and a red tank top, her hair wild and untamed. He was having more and more trouble keeping his hands to himself. Kat was having much the same issue. She wanted him again, and she thought she wanted him for always. She was just trying to get to know him better before she fell head over heels. It wasn't working; she was already there. "I'm going to call and have my things shipped. Today." Trace's eyes widened, and he sat up a little straighter. "I'm not sure where I will live, but I guess I can stay here til I figure things out." Kat gave a small smile. "You're gonna stay here with Gram until she's better, then you're moving in with me." Trace spoke before he thought, and they both looked shocked at his announcement. "W-what?" "Well.. I mean.. it's just.. Aw, hell." Trace moved quickly, catching Kat around her waist and hauling her up against him. "I think I am in love with you, I'm glad you're stayin', and I want to be with you, Kat. I don't know how far we can go, but damn I'm willing to see." Trace spoke by her ear, his breath hot against her neck. Kat wrapped her arms around him, and shut her eyes. Tears had filled them and spilled over, splashing onto his shirt. "Trace, I know I love you. I want to be with you too. It's crazy- we hardly know each other. But I have never felt this strongly about anyone, ever." Kat sniffled. He pushed away from her slightly. Staring at her tear drenched eyes, he felt a clench in his gut. He hadn't felt like this about Michelle, no woman before, and no woman after. For some reason, in his heart he knew Kat was the One. He couldn't live without her. He pressed his lips to hers, and tasted the salt of her tears. Her bottom lip trembled, and he cupped her face with his palm. Trace moved his thumb and pulled down on her chin, his tongue dipping into her mouth at the same time. Kat moaned, and wrapped her arms more tightly around him. Trace growled and jerked her half off her chair, half onto him. Kat could feel his heart pounding against her chest, and all urge to cry vanished. She was on fire. This man was hers, and hers alone, and she didn't care how long she had known him, she was going to sleep with him over and over, and no one could say a word. Trace's hands held her tightly against him, his fingers biting into her skin. Hs tongue plunged in and out of her mouth, exploring her, claiming her as his own. "If you guys aren't too busy, True needs to go outside." Gram's voice exploded in their ears, and they jerked away from each other like two guilty teenagers. She hadn't moved from her chair in the living room, and couldn't see anything, but True stood there in the doorway, waiting patiently to be let out. Kat could hear Gram stifling her laughter. Trace groaned. Kat stood and adjusted herself, then dutifully opened the door so True could go do her business. "Great timing, mutt." Kat smiled as she closed the door. "It probably was. I think things were about to get out of hand." Trace was watching her, trying to slow his breathing. "Yeah, with Gram in the other room and all.." Kat leaned her back against the door, and looked at Trace. "Yep." His voice trailed off as his eyes traveled up and down her body, stopping occasionally on some interesting curves. Kat ran her hands down her stomach and over her hips, sliding them down the fronts of her thighs. Her thumbs brushed together in the center as she brought them back up, and let her palms cup her breasts from underneath. She lifted them out slightly as she pressed them together, her nipples budding into peaks instantly. Kat let her fingertips graze across them as she lifted her arms, letting the backs of her hands brush over her neck. They met in the back, lifting her hair up. Holding it with one hand, the other moved to the door, palm flat against it. As if to some song in her head, she began swaying her hips. Her other hand came down, and palmed against the door behind her also. She worked her ass back against the door, moving her hips all the while. Two bumps to each side. Then she bent her knees, and swooped down, first to one side then the other, rolling her ass against the door the whole time. Kat's head fell back, exposing the arch of her throat, and Trace watched her heartbeat in the delicate skin. Her eyes were shut, and when she rolled her head back around they opened, meeting his gaze head on. Her lips parted and his saw a flash of her pink tongue before the corner of her mouth tilted up into a smirk. She pushed herself off the door and twirled around, pressing her chest against it. Her arms went straight up above her head, palms flat on the wood, her hips still bumping out the rhythm in her mind. They started moving more in a figure eight pattern, and as they did she slid her hands down the door slowly. Once they were at waist level, she braced herself on the door frame and pressed her pelvis into the wood, letting her head fall back, and swayed side to side. She moved her knees and thrust her hips against the door, finally turning to the side slightly and their eyes again clashed. Kat caught her bottom lip between her teeth and finally her hips stilled as she turned back to face him. She stood with her legs spread wider than shoulder width and her shoulder blades pressed into the door. It tipped her pelvis out in a most inviting way. Trace had watched the show from his chair, and it took every ounce of restraint not to run to her, jerk her shorts down and wrap her legs around his waist while he fucked her against the door. A couple times he actually wanted to shut his eyes because he was sure he would pass out. All the blood in his body had definitely been redirected. Kat was breathless and aroused. She had never done anything like that before, and she wasn't sure what had come over her. But by the look in Trace's eye, he had completely enjoyed it. She could see the bulge in his jeans, and had seen his muscles tense, as if he was holding himself back. God, she wanted him. Kat curved her finger and beckoned him. Trace was on his feet in record time. He stopped in front of her, and she spun so her back was to him. Trace leaned down and kissed her shoulder, his hands lightly bracketing her waist. She backed up against him and again started moving her hips. The rough denim of his jeans scraped against her upper thighs and the lower part of her ass cheeks. Kat leaned forward, and his hands moved to her back, his fingers grazing down either side of her spine. His thumbs pressed in gently, feeling each vertebrae, going all the way down to her tailbone, then back up. He rocked his hips forward, not being able to help himself. Kat dipped her knees and then straightened them, rubbing her ass up and down along the front of him, feeling his cock strain under the material. Trace reached a hand around the front of her, his fingers splaying her lower stomach. The tips just barely reached the top of her pussy. He left it there like that to tease for a moment as she kept up her swaying. His other hand grasped her hip and he slowed her down, then started thrusting against her. She was bent over just far enough she could almost feel him where she needed him. His hand dipped lower, and he pushed his middle finger up. It slid easily between her lips. The thin material of her shorts didn't dull the sensation much. She was wet, so so wet.. His finger started a slow rhythm, rubbing up and down along her clit. Kat gasped; the first noise other than their breathing for several minutes. Trace closed his eyes and enjoyed all the sensations at once. His free hand moved from her hip, down along her thigh, then up under her shorts from the back. Kat jerked slightly at the feeling of skin on skin. Trace let his fingertips slide up and down her slit, then finally he pressed in, again slipping easily. Kat bit her lip to keep from moaning. She tilted her hips, allowing him better access. One finger dipped into her sleek passage, and Kat's knees almost buckled. She was so sensitized she wondered if she was going to make it. Trace's fingers never changed pace, just gently stroking, seeking, exploring. He felt her juices covering his palm, and it was his turn to smother a moan. Kat's muscles clenched around his finger, trying to draw him deeper. When she was to the point of no return, he pulled away from her. She lost his fingers, and he stepped away from her. Kat almost stumbled and hit her head on the door. She didn't realize how much he was been supporting her. When she straightened and turned, he was across the kitchen, leaning against the island, his chest heaving. There was a wet spot on the front of his jeans, but Kat honestly didn't know if it was from him or her. She panted, and unconsciously pressed her thighs together. "That was a dirty trick." She gave him a half grin. "No, yours was. Let the dog in. Go get ready. Be at my place in a half hour." Trace straightened and strode past her, walked through the door, and clomped down the porch steps. She watched as he hopped into his truck and practically threw gravel pulling down the driveway. Kat barely noticed that True nosed her way in. She ran upstairs and started the shower. Trace pulled into his driveway and ran up into the house. He stripped out of his clothes and took a cold shower. It didn't help. He was rock hard, and it wasn't going away. He was going to teach Kat a lesson about teasing a man. It was one she would probably like. He smiled, and felt his cock twitch again. He rolled his eyes and stepped out of the shower, wrapping a towel around his waist. He debated on getting dressed, then thought better of it. Smiling to himself he laid down on the bed and grabbed the phone. "Hey Gram, is Kat still there? Oh good. I need her help for a little bit, will you be okay by yourself? Are ya sure? Okay, thanks honey. Could I talk to her real quick? Just holler for her, ya hear?" "Hello?" Kat was breathless. "I told Gram I needed your help for a little bit. That's the story, okay?" "All right." He could hear her fumbling for something. "What are you wearing?" Trace grinned into the receiver. "Nothing yet. I'm looking." "Don't put on make up, or dry your hair, okay?" "I don't have time for that anyway. But okay." She was out of breath. Talk about being in a hurry. Trace again smiled. "When ya get here, just come on in. There isn't anyone around." "All right." "Don't wear panties." "I wasn't going to." "I'm laying in my bed, naked. Come in the front door, up the stairs, third door on the right." Kat hesitated for a split second. "Okay." "I took a cold shower, and I am still rock hard. I cant wait for you to get here." "I cant wait to get there either." They listened to each other breathe for a moment. "I'm still wet. I can't stop it. I'm not sure how not wearing panties is going to go." "It's going to go fine. You're going to need that when you get here. I have something that likes it." Trace smiled again, and glanced down, watching beads of moisture drip off of the tip of his cock. He absently wiped it off of his stomach. "Let me go, so I can get there." "See ya in a few." Trace clicked the phone off, and set it on the nightstand. And counted the minutes. Three minutes late, Kat threw the door open. She stood framed in the early afternoon sun, wearing a sundress. "I made Gram's lunch, that's why I'm late." "You're forgiven." Trace smiled at her. She had her make up bag in one hand, and she threw it onto the floor as she shut the bedroom door. "Your house is nice." "Thanks." She stripped off her dress as she walked towards the bed. Flinging it to the floor, she climbed up beside him. Trace assumed she would want some preliminary playtime, so he started to roll towards her. Her hands caught his shoulders and pushed him down. Ever After "Sorry, but I can't wait." Kat hiked her leg up over him and straddled his waist. "Oh. Is that so?" "It is so. Trust me. I'm dying. I have been wanting this.." She reached down and guided him into her, "..since the last time. Oh god, Trace.." He felt himself slip in slightly, then he rammed his hips upward. Kat screamed and shuddered against him. She swallowed hard, adjusting her legs on either side of him. She laid down along his torso, and licked his earlobe. "Don't be nice, don't hold back. I need you to fuck me.. I need to feel you fill me. I don't care if it lasts thirty seconds, I just need it.. Please.. Trace.. Fuck me.." Her voice trailed off to a whisper. Something inside Trace snapped. He lunged up off the bed, and spun them around, pinning Kat to her back. She gasped, surprised by his ferocity. Trace didn't notice. He grabbed her wrists and held them down to the bed as he started thrusting his hips. Kat shifted beneath him, tilting her hips up, yelping as he hit bottom with each stroke. Trace's jaw was set, and his eyes glittered with an intensity Kat couldn't name. She stared into his eyes, her fingers curling into fists as she tried not to be overwhelmed by the sensations. This was what she wanted- to be ravaged, for him to stake his claim. She needed to belong to him. She came, her pussy clamping around him as she bit her bottom lip and whimpered. Her head tossed back and forth on the pillow as she lurched up into him. Trace pumped in and out of her quickly, feeling himself on the verge.. She got one hand free and reached between them, rubbing her clit with her fingers in tight, fast circles. She wrapped her legs around him, and rocked upwards, tilting even farther. He shut his eyes as he hit deep inside of her and felt his cock jerk. Kat moaned and leaned up, biting at his shoulder as she came again, pulsing around him as he jerked inside of her. He gave a last couple short thrusts, groaning as he felt himself empty within her. He released her other wrist, and collapsed on top of her. Kat's arms flung out to the sides and she shut her eyes. He tried to move so she could breath, but she stayed him with her legs. "Don't." "I'll crush you." "Don't." They lay tangled together while their breathing evened out, and he softened inside of her, finally slipping free. He gasped and she gave a soft groan of disappointment. "All in good time, my love." "Trace, that was.. Beyond words." "I was gonna teach you a lesson. Guess the lesson taught me." She laughed beneath him. Then she pushed at his shoulders. He rolled off of her and flopped onto his back. He lay sprawled, one arm flung across his eyes. "Guess so." They lay together for a time, catching their breath. Trace zoned in and out, practically dozing off. He'd never felt so satisfied in his life. He jerked and gasped. "What are-" "Can't talk right now. My mouth is full." Kat smiled up at him from his hips with a devilish smile on her face. "Now you're just being bad." Trace laughed. Kat's reply was a shrug of her shoulders as she coaxed his cock back to life. It didn't take much convincing. She lapped at his length with her tongue, then slid him into her mouth slowly. Trace's breath hissed between his teeth, and he shut his eyes, letting his head loll back on the pillow. "You're going to be the death of me." His cock was deep in her mouth, and Kat shook her head back and forth to indicate she didn't agree. Trace gasped as her teeth and tongue grazed across him. For several slow, sultry minutes, Kat laved him with her tongue and sucked him gently, taking the time to get to know him. She loved the feel of him in her mouth, knowing he was all hers. Trace couldn't believe he had sprung back to life so quickly, but this time, even though there was the anticipation, round one had knocked the edge off. He was enjoying her gentle teasing. It had been a long time since that had happened. Kat sped up her movements slightly, plunging him into her mouth a little faster. Her hand moved up and she grasped the base, holding him where she wanted as she made love to his cock. When she started using that hand to stroke him as she sucked, he reached down and stilled her with his hand. "You better not.. I'm not gonna last that long." Trace gave a short laugh. Kat gave him one last loving lick, then crawled up beside him, resting her head on his shoulder. Her hand kept stroking him, albeit slowly. "So what would you suggest?" Kat's voice was husky. "I suggest you take a riding lesson." Trace grinned. Kat pretended to consider it, then quickly sat up and straddled him. His cock was laid flat against him, enveloped by her pussy, the head bumping into her clit. "Is this right?" Kat hid a smile. "Hmm. Almost. You gotta make sure you get that cock inside you though." "This thing?" Kat reached between them and touched him. "Yep. Need some help?" Trace smirked. "No, I think I got it." She lifted herself up slightly and pulled his cock up away from his stomach. She braced it at her opening, holding herself off of him. "That it?" "Just about there. Ya gotta listen. I said it goes inside you." Trace was having trouble keeping up the charade. He just wanted to slam into her. "Oh, that's right. You did say that." Kat slid down onto him a little. "There ya go. That's the idea." Trace groaned. It was like she was custom fitted for him. "More?" Kat's voice had gotten progressively breathier, and her muscles had began to tremble from holding herself up. "More." Trace held himself in check. He needed inside her all the way. Just a few more inches... Kat slipped down a notch. She started to speak, to tease some more, but she couldn't. She gave up and let her weight down on him. She yelped as his cock struck her womb, and her pussy tightened around him. Trace's hands flew to her hips, and he held her down. His fingers bit into her skin as he ground his hips up into her slowly. Kat whimpered and leaned forward, resting her hands on the bed. "Very good. You're a pretty fast learner." "I had a good teacher." Kat let out a laugh and rolled her eyes. "Mmhmm." Trace released his death grip on her hips. "Go on. Ride like ya mean it." The combination of his voice and his words stoked Kat's desire like she couldn't believe. She had never been so aroused before in her life before this man. She sat, impaled on his cock, stunned for a moment. Just the feeling of him filling her was almost enough. Before she knew what she was doing, her hips began moving. She rocked against him, moaning as her clit rubbed against him when she leaned forward. Kat shut her eyes, and just enjoyed the sensations. Trace did much the same, but he was dying to thrust. He just wanted to fill her as full as he possibly could, hear her whimper, feel her shudder around him. He wanted to catch her moans with his mouth, feel her pussy convulse as he spurted inside of her. His cock twitched as he had his thoughts, and finally he couldn't take it anymore. He grasped her hips roughly again, and pulled her forward slightly. Kat's eyes flew open and she looked down at him, her hair swinging around her shoulders. She leaned down so that she was partially laying on his chest, and Trace leaned up and kissed her. He reached behind her and grabbed her bottom, pulling her ass upwards and her cheeks apart. He slammed up into her forcefully, using his hands on her ass to slam her down onto him. Kat tore her mouth from his, dropping her forehead to his as he bucked into her violently. She held herself up by her arms, biting her bottom lip as he thrust to keep herself from screaming. The only sounds where their ragged breathing and the faint slap of their skin as they connected. Trace moved his hands to get a better hold on her, and she arched her back, letting her head roll backwards. Trace suddenly released his death grip, and stopped moving. Kat opened her eyes and looked at him. He had a grin on his face and a rotten twinkle in his eye. "You're evil." She laughed. "You're right. Go on about your business." Trace folded his arms and put them behind his head. Kat leaned back away from him so that she was sitting upright. Trace gasped as the angle of his cock inside of her changed. She leaned back a little farther and put her hands behind her on the bed. Humming innocently, she just sat there, watching his face as she squeezed and released her muscles around him. "Now who's the evil one?" "I don't know what you're talking about." Kat was done toying around. It was time for the grand finale. She pushed off with her hands and leaned forward to sit correctly and finish what they had started, but Trace's hand flew out, and his palm hit her chest. Her momentum kept her going forward, and his arm didn't give. His hand ended up resting against her throat, and he kept her sitting straight up, leaned back just a tiny bit. Kat's eyes widened as he started pumping up into her again. Trace finally moved his hand and planted in between her breasts to keep her upright, and his other hand grabbed her hip. He thrust up into her roughly, and Kat braced herself with one hand and she moved the other to her clit. Trace groaned as he watched her pleasure herself. The faster she rubbed her clit, the harder he fucked her. He really wished he was on top of her, or behind her so he could get better leverage, but he was moments away from coming and he didn't want to break the flow. Kat writhed and worked her hips down onto him, whimpering and moaning as she stroked her clit. She was so close... Her head fell back and she shut her eyes, letting the waves of her orgasm crash over her. She actually yelled his name as she came, slamming herself down onto him. Trace was right behind her, grunting as his hips thrust jerkily, splashing his cum into her pussy. He held her hips down onto him tightly as he came, and once his cock gave its last lurch, he released her hip. Kat tightened her pussy around him, wringing a strangled gasp from his throat. He finally moved his arm so that she could lean forward, and Kat all but collapsed against his chest. Her breath fanned across his neck as they lay together, panting and sticky, and never so happy in their lives. The following weeks passed quickly. Kat had more inspiration for writing than she had ever had in her life. Gram got fed, Trace got sex, and she got some serious writing done, So much in fact, she neglected Trace and so he was actually able to get some things of his own accomplished. Her belongings arrived in a moving van, and were unloaded into the barn. Throughout the days, Trace managed to sneak her stuff out of the barn, and into his house. Piece by piece, he set out her valuables. He put up her paintings, pictures, and her bookcases. He unpacked each box of books and arranged them on the shelves. He put her dishes and pots and pans in his kitchen cupboards. He cleared out space in his drawers and closet and put away her clothes and shoes. Meanwhile, just up the road Kat had finished her book and sent the last few chapters to her editor. She stretched and got Gram her dinner, then told her she was heading over to Trace's house to watch a movie. Just as the door slammed shut behind her, she caught Trace red handed. He was loading her armoire into the back of his truck. "Just what do you think you're doing, stealing my stuff?" Kat laughed as she headed towards him. "Just.. Er, redecorating?" Trace had the grace to blush. "Hmm. Got anything else in there?" "Nope." Which was the truth. Most everything else was already at his house. "Well, since you're here, give me a ride to your house." Kat swung herself into the passenger seat. The ride only took a couple minutes, and they were silent. Kat was curious as to what he was up to, but she kept her thoughts to herself. They pulled up in front of Trace's house, and he turned off the truck and turned to her. "I have a surprise for ya. Promise ya won't get mad." "Why would I get mad?" "I was a little bit, well, presumptuous I guess you could say." Trace shot her a lopsided grin. "Well, lets get to it." They both jumped down from the cab of the truck. The minute the front door opened, Kat realized what he had done. "Oh, Trace." Kat walked into the living room, then spun in a slow circle. Her artwork hung next to his. Her couch resided close to his chair. As she made her way through the rooms of his house, her things were laced with his. And it worked. He had put things in rooms that they matched, and even the things that didn't were loving placed on end tables and shelves anyway. In the bedroom, he'd even put her comforter on the bed, even though his bed was a King and she had only had a Full. Her make up table was set up in the corner, and her favorite lamp was set up. A tray that held her perfumes sat on top of the chest of drawers next to his cologne and a mason jar that held his pocket change. She knew that if she went into the bathroom, her toiletries would be lined up with his, and she bet her bottom dollar that her kitchen-ware was in his cupboards. "Are ya mad?" Trace had shuffled in behind her, and at the moment he looked like a child, worried that he'd done something wrong. "I'm definitely not mad. This is one of the sweetest things I've ever seen," Kat took the few steps that separated them. "I didn't quite know how you'd react." Trace felt a lot calmer. "I love it. You're perfect." Kat leaned up and kissed him. "If you want anything someplace different, knock yourself out." "It's perfect. Everything is wonderful where it is. You're very thoughtful." "So I did good?" "You did great." The rest of the summer flew past, and Kat started spending more and more time at Trace's house. Gram had recovered remarkably well, and she was back to taking herself to the store and to church on Sundays. The trio had dinner together almost every night, and they all took turns cooking at either house. The dogs, of course, were always along for the ride, and True spent as much time at Trace and Kat's as Domino and Boss spent at Gram's. Kat's book was published and did just as well as the previous ones. She started the book about herself and Trace, and was happy to see that it flew from her brain almost faster than she could type. She never got writer's block, and each day, each time Trace did something special for her, the book got longer and longer. Finally, she laughingly declared one day that enough was enough, and no one was that perfect. Trace begged to see the story, but she told him he wasn't allowed to read it until it was published. ~*~One year later~*~ "It was your turn, fair and square." Kat laughed from the bed. Trace pounced onto the bed, landing square on top of his wife. "I got diaper duty last night." Trace adopted a mock pout. "I carried the kid for nine months, almost died giving birth it hurt so bad, and I just don't think asking for you to get up in the middle of the night is too much to ask." Kat giggled as Trace tickled her sides. "It's only ten o'clock. Not the middle of the night." "Well, there, ya see? You weren't asleep yet." Trace ran his hands up the outsides of Kat's legs, shoving her nightgown up as he went. "Just what do you think you're doing?" Kat squirmed beneath him. "I'm taking payment for all this parenting I'm having to do." Trace flashed a wolfish grin. "Oh you are, are you?" Kat wasn't wearing panties, and Trace's fingers expertly sought her clit. "Most definitely. And I think you like having to pay." "Maybe I do, maybe I don't." Kat tried for a serious face, and almost failed. "This," Trace's fingers slipped down her slit and pressed inside of her, "says you do." Kat gasped, her hips lifting up into his hand on their own volition. "That's not fair." "Blah blah." Trace moved down his wife's body, his tongue darting out and licking at random intervals. "What are you doing?" "Getting' paid! You women don't listen." Kat's smart ass reply was cut short as she felt Trace's breath fan across her pussy. His fingers were still inside of her, and his tongue darted out, lightly brushing her lips. He brought his free hand up and spread her lips, exposing her clit for his ministrations. He lapped at her with his tongue flat and broad, moaning as he tasted her essence. Then he switched, circling her clit with the tip of his tongue, gliding over it, then drawing it into his mouth and sucking. Kat bit the back of her hand, holding back any vocalization she wanted to make. "I love the way you taste. You're mine. All mine." Trace gently blew on her clit, and Kat's hips bucked off the bed. Trace steadied her, and sucked her clit into his mouth again, teasing it with the tip of his tongue. In a few seconds, she was writhing and gasping while her pussy clenched his fingers as she came. Her body was still shuddering as he quickly climbed up her body and spread her legs, filling her with his cock in one deep, sure thrust. Kat wrapped her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck while he fucked her, biting at his shoulder to keep quiet. Finally a yelp escaped her as he hit bottom, and Trace laughed, threatening to get her a gag. He pulled back slightly and grabbed one of her legs, hooking it over his arm so that he could get deeper. "Oh, God, Kat.." He thrust quickly and leaned back so that he could watch his cock plunge in and out of her. Kat took advantage of the extra space and shoved her hand between them, rubbing her clit quickly, only seconds away from coming. Trace groaned as her hand came into his view, and he gave a last few spasmodic jerks then he came, practically shouting as he did so. Kat was right behind him, her pussy convulsing, draining every last drop of cum from him. She moved her hand quickly away from herself, and Trace collapsed on top of her, then rolled them to their sides. They stayed that way for a long while, letting their breathing even out and their hearts stop racing. Kat moved first. She took off her nightgown and cleaned them up a little, then put on one of his old long sleeved button down shirts. She popped a few of the buttons through their holes, and pulled her hair up into a ponytail. "Where are you going?" Trace pulled his pants back up where they should have been, and scooted up to rest his back against the headboard. "I have a surprise for you." Kat disappeared through the doorway. Trace shrugged and pulled the blankets up. A minute or two later, Kat reappeared with her hands behind her back. "What is it?" Trace patted the bed beside him for her to sit down. "I told you that you weren't allowed to read the story until it was published. Well, it's published." "You didn't tell me that! Congratulations sweetheart." Trace leaned up and kissed her cheek. "Thank you. It will take you a while to read the whole thing, but there are two things I want you to read before you start it. This is basically the 'present' aspect of it." Kat laid the book in his hands, and he barely had time to appreciate the artwork of the cover before she flipped it open. A few pages in, after all the unnecessary stuff was the dedication. 'To my wonderful husband, Trace. This book is about him, and for him. I never could have known that loving someone could be this easy. You're the only person in the world that could have made my life this special. If possible, this book would be a million pages long, a journal of our journey together. The only problem with that, is that I wouldn't want it to end. I love you more each passing day, and at this rate, I may have to write a series entitled, 'Why I Love My Husband.' Keep being you.' "Kat, darlin', that is incredible. I love you too, so much." Trace leaned forward and caught her in a bear hug, smashing the book between them. Ever Been Raped? Clarice quite enjoyed sitting for the Jonas family. The twins were cute and the parents were really very nice. Shirley was very friendly, fun to talk to and sensible. Far more so that Clarice's own mother. Clarice had had some very useful and informational discussions with Shirley about things that Clarice's mother wouldn't even discuss. Very uptight, Clarice considered her mother at times. Shirley's husband Jonas was nice, but a bit touchy. Personally, Clarice thought parents who named their child Jonas "Jonas" were a bit odd, and they should expect their child to grow up a bit touchy. Both Jonas and Shirley had seemed quite happy when Clarice saw them off, obviously looking forward to a good time. Which was why Clarice was slightly surprised that when they came home, while Shirley still seemed quite happy, Jonas was plainly in a bad mood. He wasn't actually snarling and lashing his tail, but you could sense that he wanted to. Clarice and Shirley settled down for a cup of coffee before Clarice left, and Clarice couldn't help but comment on Jonas's change mood. Shirley dismissed it airily. "It's just that time of the month," she said, "and it makes Jonas a bit snappy." Clarice was a little confused. If it was that time of the month for a woman, she would understand completely, but for a man? Shirley saw her confusion and laughed. "Not him, you fool," she said. "Me." That did make more sense, Clarice admitted, but why would that make Jonas so stroppy? Seeing the touch of confusion still on Clarice's face, Shirley explained further. "You have a boyfriend, Clarice. Are you likely to have sex with him during that time of the month?" Understanding dawned, and Clarice blushed. Shirley gave a wicked grin. "Poor man has an itch and an erection standing out to here, and no chance of scratching that itch for a few days. I'll probably have to give him a blow job to ease his pain, but as far as he's concerned it's just not the same." The subject changed and the two women chatted away. When Jonas came prowling past Clarice couldn't help but glance at his crotch, noting the bulge currently there. She blushed again as Shirley spotted her looking and laughed. They continued talking while they finished off their coffee until Shirley made an amazing non sequitur. "Have you ever been raped, Clarice?" she suddenly asked. Clarice blinked. What the hell? "Ah, no," she said. "Would you like to be," asked Shirley softly. Clarice was stunned. Would she like to be? OK. She'd fantasized about being raped, generally by someone who looked like a film star with enormous muscles. After all, what woman hadn't wondered what it would be like to be taken by force? But to actually want to be raped? "Um, why would I want to be raped?" she asked. "Oh, to see what it would be like. To have some illicit sex and know that it's not your fault. Perhaps to receive a little bonus for your car purchase fund." The last point made Clarice prick up her ears. Shirley was serious about something, but surely she didn't mean Jonas? Clarice's eyes flicked over to Jonas and back to Shirley. "Just what is on your mind?" she asked. "Jonas is really horny and feeling frustrated and has no way to let his frustration out. If I goaded him properly and point him in your direction I think he'd yank down your panties and ravish you. He wouldn't be violent. It's not his way. It would just be a straight forward down with your panties, legs apart and home we go. He'd give you a pretty solid fuck and I suspect that you'll find you enjoy it, although it would only be proper to wail and wave your arms and legs about at the start, when he's nailing you. Once he actually gets going you can succumb to the force of his manliness and enjoy it. I'm assuming you're on the pill. I suspect that if he does jump you he won't think to put on a condom. He probably doesn't even have one." "But, for crying out loud, he's your husband. Why would I want to have sex with him, even if it is rape?" "Oh, possibly because he would be very remorseful afterwards, and I'd make him give you a generous donation to your car fund. And I'll probably score a few new dresses out of him as well." "But if I was to agree to have sex with him, not that I am, mind you, but if I was, why does it have to be rape. Why don't we just ask him to take me to relieve his stress?" "It wouldn't work," said Shirley. "He'd be shocked at the very idea. No. It has to be his own idea while he's in a bad mood." Clarice chewed on her lip, considering. It was a bad idea, and yet. . . What would it be like to have an angry man pull down your panties and just take you? She could feel herself getting excited at the thought of it. And on top of that, Shirley would be there, watching. She'd never had sex while someone watched before. That thought was also slightly exciting. Clarice finally nodded. Why not? After all, he probably wouldn't actually do it, but it would be fun to tease him and see the reaction. Rather like baiting a bear. "Just remember, smirk a little when you look at Jonas. And it wouldn't hurt to let out a small laugh while letting your eyes drift across his groin." Shirley rose and when Jonas came back in she started chatting to him. Whatever she was saying seemed to irritate him and he looked towards Clarice, irritation on his face. Clarice smiled, suddenly wanting to appease him. He was looking big and cross. Unfortunately, her smile seemed to make him even angrier, and he was now positively glaring at her. God, she thought. He might just try to take me after all. She gave a nervous titter. She hadn't been laughing at him. Really she hadn't. It had just been her nerves playing up as she realised what she might have got herself into. The knowledge didn't help much, as her laugh seemed to have lit Jonas's fuse. And a very short fuse it was. What Clarice wasn't aware of, and Shirley had noticed, was that while sitting on the couch Clarice's skirt had ridden up. It was a reasonably tight skirt, not really designed for lounging around on a couch, and it had ridden up to a degree where Clarice was unconsciously flashing her panties. As far as Jonas was concerned it was a deliberate provocation. Jonas didn't really seem to move but he was suddenly standing there, towering above her. Clarice felt her stomach churning as she realised what she'd got herself into. He was going to take. Right here, right now, and she wouldn't be able to stop him. "You think this is all so funny, don't you?" snapped Jonas. "Let's see you laugh at this." It gave Clarice a shock to find just how far up her skirt had ridden. Jonas didn't even need to push it any higher, his hands just darting under the edge and taking hold of Clarice's panties. He lifted and pulled and Clarice found herself tipping back to lie on the couch while her legs were hoisted into the air, panties sliding along them and off. Jonas was now leaning over Clarice, her legs pushed wide and his trousers already sliding down. Clarice gave a horrified squeal as she finally saw Jonas's erection, its size seeming to dominate her imagination. "No, wait," Clarice squealed. "You can't do this." With Jonas's erection already pushing forcefully between her lips it became sickenly obvious to Clarice that he could and, as Clarice squealed again, had. Clarice squealed and wriggled, hands pushing at Jonas as he calmly drove into her. She flailed her legs, protesting, but still felt Jonas sinking deeper into her. She gave a small wail and sagged back against the couch as she felt Jonas give one last push, filling her with his weapon. "What's the matter," crooned Jonas. "You're no longer laughing. Maybe this will cheer you up again." He pulled back and started a slow but steady rhythm, withdrawing almost his full length and the pushing firmly back into Clarice. Clarice gasped and squealed, trying to squirm away from under him, finding herself trapped by Jonas's weight on her and the steady beating of his cock inside her. A measure of intelligence started to make itself felt. God, he was actually raping her, just as Shirley said he would. Clarice hadn't really thought through what it would mean, but with Jonas's erection making free of her pussy it was rapidly being driven home. There was, Clarice decided, nothing she could do but cooperate. She started pushing up to meet Jonas, immediately finding it easier to handle him. She pushed harder. Actually, she decided, apart from the feeling of being helpless, it didn't feel bad. It felt damn good now that she considered it. Clarice was breathing hard, panting almost as she pushed energetically up to meet Jonas. For his part, Jonas was working with a will, his erection big and hard and yearning for the exercise, and Jonas was exercising it with all his considerable force. He drove in harder, noting with satisfaction that Clarice had stopped wriggling and started responding, and responding damned well. He kicked it up a notch, hitting harder and harder. Clarice could feel Jonas driving harder, dictating his terms, leaving her no option but to comply. The helplessness that had initially scared her was now exciting. He had mastered her, leaving her no choice but to do what he wanted. Obediently she pushed up to meet his demands. Clarice quickly recognized the fact that Jonas wasn't going to do anything fancy. He was a straightforward sort of person, driving into her steadily with one end in mind, to reach his climax. Because he was annoyed with her he wasn't too worried about her climax. If she had one, good luck to her, but he wasn't hanging around to make sure. He continued his steady drive. Clarice, on the other hand, wanted her climax. If she was getting raped she should be able to get something more out of it than a sore pussy. She pushed up against Jonas harder than ever, striving for her own climax. Clarice was, she feared, getting left behind in the race. Desperate, she wrapped her legs around Jonas, clinging tightly and drawing him deeper. This seemed to revitalize Jonas, causing him to come at her even harder. Clarice responded in kind, literally grinding herself against him, finally feeling the coming glow of her climax. When her climax swept through her Clarice screamed, kicking her legs high, arching her back and pressing hard up against Jonas, who responded by driving down hard, flooding her internally with his seed. When Clarice gathered herself together afterwards, Jonas was gone, with Shirley sitting by the couch looking vastly amused. Clarice looked at her. "Gawd," Clarice said. "I can now honestly say I've been raped. Forceful when he's in a temper, isn't he?" Shirley grinned. "Somewhat. He's probably feeling somewhat remorseful now. I'll have a word with him later. I can probably use this to my advantage for ages. I'll let you know what I work out. Ah, it wasn't too bad, was it?" "Not really. A bit startling at the beginning as I didn't really expect it to happen, but once I adjusted it wasn't too bad." "Yes," came the dry response. "I noticed you gritting your teeth while you had that little orgasm at the end. Well, let's get you tidied up and off home. I'll give you a call tomorrow." The phone call when it came brought something unexpected. Apparently a remorseful Jonas was extremely apologetic and had promised a nice little contribution to her car savings fund. There was however a small catch. "He doesn't think he really treated you fairly, the way he just jumped you," said Shirley. "He thinks it's only right that he should take you and give you what he calls a proper fuck instead of that hasty slam, bam from last night. When would you like to come and collect it?" Ever Ch. 1 Ever wondered what it would be like to be someone your not, do something total opposite from the way you live? To trust in a friend so mush you're willing to do things that you find yourself dreaming about when you're all alone. The thoughts of touching someone letting them touch you in ways that never occurred to you. Till you met that one person, not that your in-love with this person you like the way your life is and the mate you are with, but when your all alone you picture them touching you and you wanting more. The impact this person has over you, they think like you and you trust them so much a bond is made and a friendship is formed. You find yourself wishes for some time alone with them not forever just a while… Would you talk? Hug? Kiss? There's no way of knowing, you have talked about meeting just for lunch, you would bring your "others" fun would be had by all but then there's that thought again what would it be like???? After lunch they laugh their way back to his room lunch was light hearted joking about their subbies and if alone who would DOM who… But once this door is shut a whole new world could be waiting will they take the risk? They sit talk some more she can feel his nervousness she knows she will have to go first She takes his hand and kisses it softly slides off the couch till she is kneeling in front of Him. She whispers, "I was thinking we could take turns." She knows he has thoughts of seeing his collar on her neck if just for one night, She looks up at him with nothing but loving trust in her dark brown eyes. The site of her this way has him spellbound, she gathers her long hair and offers it to his right hand" For your pleasure Master" Omg she said it even with the hint of a smile on her face he slowly realizes what she is offering him; he takes her hair and everything she is offering with it. His words are simple but heartfelt "Thank you Love" Still holding her hair he stands gently pulling her along with him he walks her into bedroom wear he asks her to change clothes she removes her blouse and skirt bra and panties and stands before him in just a simple slip. He sits on the bed in front of her this is the time when he talks to her to make sure she knows what she is doing that after this she will be his. But with her he has no doubt that she knows what she wants, he take out a small box opens it to her so she gets her first look at his collar that will soon be a symbol of their bond. Tiny black satin with a golden heart dangling from the center it's so pretty Tears form in her eyes as she lifts her hair so he can snap it where it belongs. Once it in place he kisses her neck and moves to her lips which will be the first of many kisses they will share he leads her to get on the bed, his hands are so soft as he removes her slip so all he seeing on her is his collar. He asks her to lay down, from the bedside table he gets oil and begins to rub her back his hands feel so good better than she thought they would his hands travel down her warming her skin she is squirming and moaning with every touch. He knows how she loves to be rubbed as his hands work every inch of her backside. She feels his lips on the back of her neck as his bare chest pushes to her back. The slow soft strokes of his hands put her in a relaxed state along with her complete trust in him he turns her over stares down at her breast he has been many times on cam now they are his to touch and play with his hand cups her right breast as he tugs at the already hard nipple he smiles down at her the look in his face is a mix of lust and love both hands now fondle and tug at her nipples her eyes never break the stare she is his and he can feel it. Leaning over he begins to suck and nibble each nipple making love to it as he has dreamed about for so long now, he smiles as he stands up and tells her to remove his pants she does as told but stops to kiss his inner thigh, "MMMM not yet my love, I want to play with you first" With that he pushes her back to the bed on her back he straddles her chest placing his hardness between her breast she know this was coming he talked about it often when she would tease him on cam, sliding his cock slow over her she pushes them together till she is tightly around his cock. He begins to push with slow easy motions it feels so good to have him there using her for his pleasure he looks so powerful above her looking down at her she smiles back tighten the hold pressing to him. She lift her head " Master May I taste you?" he stops pushing and leans forward "Yes love" she slides just the tip of her tongue over his head "MMMMMMM good girl" hearing that she takes the head I her hot mouth he pushes a few more times as the head slides between her lips. He grabs the top of her hair and moves back pulling her up now she is licking his head all over "suck me love" she mumbles "Yes Master" and slides he all the way in mouth with a groan he pulls her hair and moans his hands pinching and pulling her nipples as she sucks him; moving her around to where she is sucking on him and her pussy is over his chest he swats her ass. She wiggles but doesn't pull away he swats her as she goes down every time making her take him in deeper every time till she knows what he wants and stay down on him as she sucks hard on him till his pulls her hair back making her head come up, one last swat " time for the test love" She smiles knowing what test he is talks about she lays on her back thighs open wide and hands on thighs."Good girl something tells me that you want this test to much love" With a grin he starts the test his tongue is ten times softer than his hands she starts to wiggle but never moves her hands. Suddenly she remember she never told him a safe word oh my how will she stop him from this test? Knowing that if she moves her hands she will be flogged she starts to say something to tell him she forgot the safe word right then a wave of pleasure rocks her body and clears her mind. Over and over again after what felt like hours she had to grab him stop this test her breath was short her heart was beating way to fast, he let her up she told him she needed her inhaler and asked can she get it he allowed her to get it she wasn't in trouble just needed a puff as she bent over to get it she puffed and put it back right as she started to stand up she felt his left hand close on her neck him pushed to her left side as the flogger in his right hand hit her bare ass. She did not stop the sound of her shock in the hit, again his hand closed on her neck swatting her again her butt is burning but she is not in pain. She whispers "Thank you Master" when the last of his swats are done. "What are you thanking me for?" he smiling waiting for her reply She giggles" brining the flogger that doesn't hurt Master" With that he has her kneel rubs her redden ass and asks, " Do you wish to feel my cock love?" "Yes yes Master" "Good girl beg for it," he says with a smile "Please Master will you fuck me?" "Will you make me your slut?" " I want and need to please you Master" With that he swats her ass again and slides his cock into her wet pussy With a moan she pushes back to him. "I didn't no tell you to push back" (SWAT) He rams harder into her "who's your Master?" "Who's collar do you wear?" "Yours Master yours" As he pushes deep into her she starts to cum again covering his cock with her juice. SWAT "did I tell you to cum love" "NO Master" Swat swat to her thighs, "bad girl" With that he pulls her hair back and rams harder into her "Now I want you to cum again love as I do" His movement's get faster and faster till he pulls out and sprays all over her backside. He kisses her again then walks to the bed. "Wash me love" she walks to the bathroom get a hot wash cloth wipes his cock off then suck him back into her mouth and then drying him with her hair. "Go shower love while I rest" She does as he ordered. Ever Ch. 2 Finishing her shower she walks into the room where he lays sleeping. He looks so peaceful she sets the nightstand clock for a few hours and curls up next to him her head on his chest her leg over his, and drifts off to sleep. The clock awakes her 3 hours later he still sleeps; she goes to the bathroom to prepare. She walks to his side softly calling him "Master time to wake up" He opens his eyes, the sight of her kneeling next to him on the bed brings a smile to his face, she reaches to the night stand and wets the soft cloth, will gentle hands she washes his face. Neck chest rewets the cloth and continues his mock bath. He has not said word just smiles at her as she cleans him up. Her gentle hands wipe over his manhood making it again rise under her touch. Reaching to get the towel she dries his body, until she reaches his cock that she dries with her hair, this makes him beam with laughter. Now that he is dry she stand return the mess to the bathroom and goes to the dresser to her purse. 'Please kneel at the foot of the bed he knows the tables have turned that he must now submit to her. Walking to him she stands before him then leans down and kisses his lips softly to show him she is still the same woman that he loved hours ago. She kneels in front of him his collar still shines around her neck, some how it makes it easier for him seeing the reminder her trust in him. She kisses his cheek then his lips Whispers "I offer you my collar and my love." He says nothing just leans into to her as she snaps in closed on his neck. One can never know what the power of a simple black strip can hold till it fits around your neck. "I know you're a good boy and for that I will let you play with Mistress' hair, Handing him a silver brush, she tells him to pull up the desk chair and place it at the foot of the bed, once done she sits down and lets her hair fall over the back of the chair. "I like it done slowly darling". He goes to work his hands so gentle and soft very stroke is tender as if it was her skin he was stroking, she watches his face in the mirror on the dresser he looks as if he is enjoying himself, but as time when on his hand started to touch her soft skin run his fingers over her rose, he is now starting to want more, she moves her hair to expose her neck but never says a word, he leans over and kisses her neck soon his kisses turn to nibbles, than sucks, at this point she pushes him anyway. "I did not say you could love my neck did I?" "Oh you bad bad boy, you need to be taught to wait for your rewards." Suddenly realizing that he forgot where he was and what he was suppose to doing, With a smile she walks to the bed and sits in the middle her back to the headboard. "Come here bad boy" he does as told. "Lay over my legs with your cock between my thighs." He does as she tells he to do his cock firmly between her thighs his bare ass over her legs she rubs his bare cheeks with her hand, gets him a light swat to right cheek, then one to left cheek, just hard enough to make his skin tingle after a few more swats she feels his cock harden, with every swat his hips push into the soft folds of her thighs. "What feels good darling the swats or the humping of my thighs?" " I don't hear you!" Still no reply,"Tell me darling or do I need to get your attention again?" Rubbing the cold of the silver brush on his bare cheeks, he says he doesn't know, That answer is not good enough she pick up the brush, but yet swat one quick hard one with her hand, but to his mind he feels the cold of the brush back on his cheek. "Come on darling tell Mistress" "Which feels good?" "This?" she pumps her thighs a few times "or this?" swats the cheek again. He finally says the movement of his cock feels the best. "So it's your cock that needs more attention huh?" "Roll over bad boy" She has him roll on to the bed on his back as she stands above him and looks down. "Who cock is that?" pointing down he smiles and says "yours" "Who's???" "Yours Mistress" "Good boy" she raises her foot and wiggles her toes over it, "Oh it's so hard." Running her foot up and down the shaft. Swatting down over him sitting on his belly she leans over him wraps one of the cuffs he made for her on him and hooks it to the bed post, for the first time he sees that she has been very busy, she smile as she hooks the other hand, she leans back on her hunches and rubs her wet pussy lips over the head of his cock. "MMM feels good doesn't it darling?" her hand on his cock playing with it other her clit teasing him, his eyes closed " Must be feeling pretty good your eyes are closed darling" "Try this sliding him just inside her tight wet hole just his head in his eyes open and he moans deep. "Oh he likes that good boy" then she slides off him stands back up. Looking down at "Want more darling?" "Beg Mistress for it!" He says nothing just looks shocked come on you want it don't you? You want this wet hot pussy on your cock again don't you?" (She was starting to worry when he didn't reply.) When she heard the words come trembling out "YES YES I want it Mistress please can I have it" with that she trust her pussy down on him and bounced steady for a few minutes. Then stops she wants to make him cum fast and hard so she start her fast pace again her hands tugging her nipples to give him a go show as she rides him. She stops again this time only long enough to lean down over her tit and lick her nipple then the fast pace again. She stands breaking her hold on him and slides a vibrating cock ring on him then slides back down rocking now fast as the rind vibe's her clit as the waves of her orgasm washes over her she reaches down and tugs his balls up making them tighten even more, he is now bucking his hips and beg to cum. "yes cum for me …she slides off and jacks his cum all onto his belly… They rest and nap for a while... Ever Get That Feeling You ever get that feeling, "How on earth did I get here?" You know, the one where your nerves just about get the better of you, but not quite, because you know there's something good happening at the same time as you're frightened out of your wits? Well, that was how I felt, lying on the bed, naked, blindfold and soaking wet between my legs. ***** How I did get there was a mixture of coincidence and bravery I suppose. He was someone I talked with on the telephone a lot. He didn't live close, but he dealt with the company I work for and I was his main contact. I suppose we'd been talking with each other at least a couple of months when he told me he was looking forward to a weekend away in the country. I asked him where and he told me, and about the hotel he was staying at. He told me he went there a lot—it was quiet, had good food and great rooms, all with four-poster beds. "Oh wow," I gushed, "that is such a fantasy of mine." Previously we'd never even flirted, but the thought of the four-poster bed was something I loved and couldn't help myself from excitedly telling him, "I have this dream about making love in a four-poster bed with an older man." He laughed, friendly and amused. I asked him what was funny. "Nothing," he answered, "can I ask what age you are?" Nineteen," I answered, truthfully. I heard him kind of sniff at the other end of the line. "Well, at least I fit into the 'older man' category." There was just a tiny pause while he weighed up his next words. "You should let me know if you ever want to turn that fantasy into reality. I have a fantasy of my own that would fit right in." I kind of laughed it off at the time, but that short conversation had my mind working overtime for days. When, two weeks later, he hadn't mentioned it again, I just couldn't go on any longer and had to bring it up again. "You know that place in the country you know, with the four-poster beds..." He laughed a little, maybe just a bit nervously too. "Yeah, the place where fantasies come true." I think in the end it only took a few minutes to arrange our meeting for the very next weekend. He would book the room, I would arrive in the early evening, go up to the room and read the instructions he left there for me. If I wanted to back out at any time, I could, no problem. Quite how I made it through those days without wearing out either my pussy or my vibrator, I'll never know. I'd never done anything like this before and couldn't believe how exciting it was, keeping me horny and wet every waking hour it seemed—and a few of my unconscious ones too I think. I was going to sleep with a man I'd never met, never seen even, in a four-poster bed. It was so scintillating, stimulating and downright horny. When I got to the room he'd left the promised note. Expecting a simple "I'll be there at... get ready for dinner" I was blown away by his instructions, and my excitement managed to find yet another notch on a scale I previously didn't know existed. I'll never forget that note as long as I live. "Take all of your clothes off. Under the pillow you will find a blindfold, put it on... tight. Lie on the bed, and wait for me. ***** I heard the door open and the light fall of his footsteps as he came into the room. I knew he could see me, completely naked and vulnerable. I knew he was looking at my pert breasts, with their small, pointy nipples. I knew he would be looking closely at my neatly trimmed pussy. I had my legs quite tightly together, but still suspected he could see at least a little of my excited and swollen pussy lips. God, he might even have been able to smell me, I was so damned wet. "Do you trust me?" asked a familiar voice. I would've thought that lying naked and blindfold in front of someone I'd never met portrayed a certain degree of trust, but I nodded anyway, not sure if my throat was moist enough to make any sound. "Good," he said in a reassuring voice. "Do everything I ask and we'll both have an experience we'll never forget. But please, if you want me to stop, tell me. You still trust me?" This time I managed to make a small "yes" sound. "You have a beautiful body." I heard him walk around the bed, obviously watching me, examining me. "You have the most exquisite skin, wonderful breasts and... oh, such a lovely pussy. Can you spread your legs a little for me? Please?" I did, just a little. Knowing he was looking at me down there wile I spread for him was incredible and the burning inside my increased, the blood-flow to my pussy intensified. "Please put your arms up for me. Spread out a little." I did, easing my arms away from my side and across the bed. My legs moved just a little wider too. Oh, the exquisite pleasure of knowing what he was looking at, but not knowing what he was doing. "You have nice hands too." He touched me for the first time, taking my hand and moving it further away from my body, above my head and out towards the corner of the bed. Then came the moment I'd not anticipated—I felt something silky being wrapped around my wrist. My pulse raced a little when I felt the knot tighten, but I could sense something about his movements that led me to trust him. I relaxed my arm and let him pull it away from me a little more. I knew he was tying me to the post of the bed. From then on, we exchanged surprisingly few words. I felt him take my other wrist and repeat the tying procedure, then move down to my left ankle. I consciously relaxed the muscles as he wrapped what felt like a silk scarf around the ankle, tied it and pulled it tight against the post. When he finished my other ankle I was spread, vulnerable and I believe I started to smile a little. The thought of what he was about to do, and the fact that I had no idea what it was, was just the most erotic thing I'd ever experienced. I heard some rustling sounds that sounded like he was getting undressed. So wrapped up in what he was doing and how I was feeling, I'd forgotten he was probably still fully-clothed. Hell, I'd forgotten that I had no idea what he looked like! The rustling stopped and I felt some lighter footsteps bring him back to the bedside. It seemed like time stopped right then as I wondered what would happen next, not that I was either in a position to, or wanted to stop it. Then I felt the very lightest of touches brush across my lips. Instinctively, I flicked the end of my tongue out to touch the end of his finger, realizing for the first time that it was almost the only movement I could make towards him. I opened my mouth and felt him softly caress my lips before moving on to brush his fingers across my cheek. Without letting his fingers pause, or leave contact with my skin, he drew his hand down over my chin, down my neck and across my right shoulder. He paused there, massaging the skin with little round movements, and I suspect, making me wait just a little longer for what he was going to do next. He felt all around my left breast before touching the nipple, squeezing the flesh gently, making both of them stand up even more than they were already. When he finally did set his fingers on my nipple he squeezed wonderfully firmly, shooting a wave of ecstasy down through my body, straight to my pussy. I knew I was squirming beneath his touch, but couldn't help it. When his other hand came unseen to play with my other nipple, I was sure I was ready to orgasm right there. It was a little surprise when he took his fingers away. I felt myself breathing harder than I thought I was and beginning to cross that wonderful line between desire and need. Then I felt his tongue begin to swirl around my breast. Underneath the blindfold I closed my eyes and let my body take over itself completely. This was just too good. There was nothing to expect, because I couldn't see anything, hence when I felt his fingertips make contact with my pussy lips I simply smiled and willed him to do anything he wanted with me, preferably soon. But, unlike my body, he was in no hurry. I felt him ease himself to kneel on the bed and while his tongue and lips continued to tease and suck at my nipples, his fingers moved up and down my pussy, touching but not pressing, feeling my wetness but not parting my pussy lips any more than my position and swollen state. It seemed to go on forever, that wonderful feather touch, wandering around the lines of my pussy, swirling around the whole, teasing me and making me squirm. Once or twice I consciously made myself squirm upwards, trying to encourage his finger to be a little more adventurous, but his touch was so light and in tune with my body that he managed to move with me and keep his fingers at the gates of heaven. He had a knack of doing things just when I wasn't expecting it, probably a feeling enhanced by the fact that I couldn't see what he was doing. Just when I thought he was going to slip his finger where I wanted it most, he withdrew his hand altogether, and then take away his mouth from my breast. Without knowing why, I imagined him lifting his finger to his nose to smell me, savor me. I felt his weight shift around on his knees but couldn't tell which way he was facing. Another surprise was to hear his voice again, we'd been so long without words now. "I love looking at you," he said, his voice breathy and slightly higher pitched than before. "You look so good there. You must feel ready for me." That was when I knew he was going to give me what I really wanted, his cock. I knew it had to be throbbing and hard. There was no way it could be anything but, that atmosphere in the room was so incredibly charged with eroticism and anticipation. But of course, he didn't. I thought I'd felt him move down the bed and position himself to ease over me and into me, but it was that delightful tongue of his that I felt, lightly lapping at my, now huge, pussy lips. I sighed, feeling a new wave of sensations start yet another fire heading for that special place deep inside my pussy. When he found my clit I almost yelped, it was so excited and sensitive. And that was it, I came—a flooding, washing wave of sheer pleasure that tensed my muscles and stopped my heart while it set all my nerves on a new setting of "High Ecstasy". I realized I had been moaning loudly for several seconds as his tongue continued to work around my clit as well as dart between my lips every so often. As I started to come down from the climax I felt my pussy muscles ease a little and he felt it too, easing his tongue deeper than before, helping to keep my pleasure levels as high as only I'd ever been able to do before—none of my previous lovers had been able to approach this. I thought he would give me a break as he eased away and I started to relax all of my body after its pleasure trip. But, always keeping surprise on his side, he didn't waste any time in moving on. That was not his finger or tongue touching me. I knew there was only one thing in this world felt as soft, yet hard, as that... a wonderful, beautiful, aroused cock. The head of his cock felt warm and hard as it butted up to my pussy lips and started gently easing up and down my slit. Apart from the sensation of gently being prized apart, I got the feeling he was maneuvering himself, coating his cock in my juices. In my mind I could see him kneeling in front of me, holding his erection in his hand and wiping it up and down me, making him as slick and horny as I was. For once I was right and this was confirmed when I felt him reach over and use his free hand to start working my nipples again, first one, then the other. All my feelings of nervousness had given way to wantonness now as I pulled at the silk around my wrist, vainly wanting to reach around this stranger's back and pull him into me. I felt the same with my legs, tethered as my knees fought to pull up and open me wider. Not in my wildest dreams did I ever think that the most erotic experience of my life would be with a man who I'd never set eyes on. But this was better than any dream, this was way beyond the bounds of anything I could imagine, pleasure beyond the reach of imagination—the true power of great sex. When he entered me, it was swift and complete, all the way in and filling me like I'd never been filled before. He felt huge as he settled deep inside me, resting, savoring the moment for both of us. I felt his legs rest against the insides of mine, his hard chest lean his weight on me and his freshly shaven cheek against mine. As we lay there, lost to the simplicity of the coupling, he whispered one simple word that summed up the moment, "sweet." His first few strokes inside me were long and very slow. I felt tighter than usual as the ridge of his cockhead moved against the walls of my pussy, increasing my excitement and making me feel the wondrous pleasure of a cock doing what it was made for. Now I knew why I'd wanted this to be with an older man. How he could refrain from coming right there, I will never know. He eased away from me now, taking all of his weight on his arms and allowing him to make even longer thrusts, deeper inside me. It was on the fourth or fifth stroke that I realized what he was doing. Not only was his cock stimulating me as it ran up and down the inside of me, but now he was managing to grind hard into me and up against my clit. As I felt his body press me in all of the right areas I'm sure I could almost feel the hood of my clit start to pull back as he caught me again with each new stroke. "Oh God," I whispered, knowing my next time around wasn't far away. "You feel so good. I'm going to..." He knew. He slowed down his stroke and let his body grind even more with each thrust. I swear I felt him grow even bigger in those final few strokes. The fact was that he was controlling his moment, waiting for me. He didn't have long to wait. With everything else going on, I felt the rush start somewhere around my tummy and take the slow train for the short journey to my pussy. "I'll come on your belly," he said, obviously with more control than I had. "No," I urged, knowing there were only seconds left, "inside. Now." You couldn't split us with a stopwatch. On his final stroke I felt him push extra hard and felt his thighs begin to shudder. At that moment the rush was too much and my head exploded into a huge firework display while the rest of my consciousness concentrated on the hot and hard spurt of his come deep inside me. All through his orgasm he was whispering "God" over and over while his legs shook, almost like they were trying to wring the last of his cream from his balls. As our moments subsided, he relaxed, slipped out and lay beside me. I felt our breathing return to normal and started to feel a new anticipation—seeing my new lover for the first time. ***** But there was one final surprise in store for me that day. He got up and walked to the bathroom (later I figured that he'd quickly got dressed while he was cleaning up). Then, without a word, he started to untie my feet, then my arms. As he undid the last one, I started to reach for the blindfold when he gently reached for my hand and stopped me. "Not yet," he whispered. I smiled and complied, sitting back on the bed and awaiting the next surprise. That came when the room door gently closed. I grabbed at the blindfold and pulled it away. Once I'd blinked the light away from my eyes I looked around the room and confirmed what I thought had happened. He was gone. I was still naked and wandering aimlessly around the room looking for signs of him. Then I saw the second note. "I hope you enjoyed. I would've stayed, but if I had, we would never be able to do this again. I want to do this again, with and then without the blindfold next time. I'll be talking to you..." I smiled. Yes, I would be talking to him. Ever Had A Hyena Shag? Have you ever had a Hyena Shag? It’s when you go out and get so drunk that you don’t pay any attention to the appearance of the person you go home with. When you wake up the next day with your arm trapped under them and see them for the first time in daylight through sober (if hung over) eyes you realise how truly ugly and grotesque they are and you’re willing to chew your arm off at the shoulder rather than risk waking them by pulling it out from under them. Even worse is when they wake up first and start to play with your cock or your pussy in the hope that you will be able to shag them one last time before you go. They’re so thankful that such a hunk or fox not only looked at them last night without recoiling in disgust, that they want to make sure you have a really great time in the hope that you’ll come back for more. As you wake up the gentle stimulation of your genitals gets the old juices flowing, either in the form of a creamy liquid lubrication easing its way towards your labia, or as blood rushing to engorge your prick and make it stand proudly under the bedclothes. It’s great until that cringe inducing moment that you open your eyes and see the horror of humanity that you went to bed with last night. It’s usually at that instant that your pussy dries up irrevocably, or, in my case, my cock shrivels to the size of a two maltesers and a liquorice torpedo! Getting it up in order to be able to get up and leave gracefully with a minimum of hurt feelings and thrown crockery can be a struggle. Fortunately, I have one particular memory that can help, if I can tune out the gut churning vision threatening to kiss me with what she thinks is an alluring look in her eyes! I know I should drink less and so avoid the whole hyena shag scenario, but shit happens. It was during the early 1990s that I qualified as a solicitor with a large provincial firm. The firm was unusual in that it was, through some historical mistake or other quite large but was based a long way from any really major conurbations. It was in a small city which only qualifies as a city because back in the 1100s some Norman bishop decided to build a cathedral to replace the Saxon abbey that had stood there. Most of the lawyers who worked at the firm had moved there from out of the area and most of the support staff was local. Ann was an attractive blonde secretary in her late 40s. She had a daughter who must have been about 15 years old at that stage. Although she was an incurable romantic, Ann’s marriage had fallen apart some years previously. After the messy divorce she had concentrated on raising her daughter. Now that the daughter was growing up Ann had started to socialise more and to her great delight had found a new man who was several years younger, but totally devoted to her. Before long, wedding plans were announced and those of us in her department were invited to the wedding. She and I had got quite close, although we were never more than friends. The closest we had ever got to what our bosses would call an “Improper Relationship” was when she showed me a tattoo of a horned red devil that her ex- husband had made her get. It was at the firm’s Christmas party and she was a little tipsy. I remember the tattoo was low on her belly, below her hip and when she unzipped her trousers and pulled the waistband of her underwear down to show me I caught sight of a dense patch of hair. She was definitely a bottled blonde. Ann was the sort of woman who couldn’t contemplate any physical relationship without romance, and I was looking for the physical without the romance so lust never got in the way of our friendship. For a number of years after graduating from the Royal College of Music I’d travelled the world singing professionally before I decided to please my father and go back to University to start the process of getting a “real” job. Ann knew that I had sung professionally and she asked if I would sing at her wedding. Later it turned out that the vicar wouldn’t marry them in church because Ann was divorced, but he would bless the union after a registry office marriage. It seemed a very complicated way of doing things to me, but plans for the happy couple went ahead. On Friday night, the week before the wedding, the vicar called a rehearsal of the blessing ceremony which required the wedding party to be at the church. They’d also asked me along; apparently the choirmaster had power of veto over any music performed in the church and I had to satisfy him that I could sing, especially as I was not going to be accompanied but would be performing a capella. The audition wasn’t going to be a problem, but it poured cold water on my plans for the evening with a very attractive young woman from a local estate agency. It was really annoying; the estate agent was tall with long brown hair, not classically beautiful and a little plump for many tastes, but she had something about her that said any man lucky enough to be naked in the same room as her was going to have a great time. I had been fantasising about how her sizeable tits would feel wrapped around my cock, and how they’d swing beneath her as I pumped my prick into what I suspected would be a particularly luscious pair of pussy lips and finally I was convinced that it was going to happen that night. I called her and explained and she was not impressed. The call ended on a slightly sour note with me promising to get to her as soon as possible that evening and her telling me not to bother. So I wasn’t feeling very generous about the whole thing when I arrived at the church and was introduced to the wedding party. They did their bit as I did a few vocal exercises and warmed my voice up outside and then sulked at the back of the gallery above the rear of the nave where I’d be singing. The vicar said “…And at this point I’ll take the happy couple into the vestry at the side here where they can have a few moments to compose themselves out of view of the congregation and there will be some music?” He ended on a questioning note and peered up into the balcony towards me. This was obviously my cue and I rose, anchored myself to provide a secure foundation for the voice and inhaled. As I hit the first note the stupid old fart of a choirmaster interrupted in a quavering voice: “Now you have to be careful with the acoustics in this church, especially when singing from up here. You know I’d far rather you sang from the choir stalls and I could keep you on track if you would let my organist accompany you…” He must have seen something unpleasant in my eyes because his voice just sort of dried up. If he didn’t realise that I had assessed the acoustics of the place within 30 seconds of coming up here and make a mental note that I’d have to go really easy with the tempo then he hadn’t listened to Ann telling him of my experience. What was he anyway? Just a small country parish choirmaster, whereas I had experience of singing all over the world with some of the best chorales going! I didn’t say anything to him, but glared at him until he backed off. I inhaled again and sang. As I supported the breath on my diaphragm I deliberately let the power feed into my voice and I filled the church with the aria Ann had asked for. It was a very controlled, note perfect rehearsal and I have to say that I was quite pleased with myself. At the end of it I turned to the choirmaster and said “I don’t think the acoustics will be much of a problem do you?” He mumbled something and retreated down the balcony. After the rehearsal I was hoping to get going and maybe retrieve something from my aborted evening with the estate agent. If she had had to work late maybe she’d still be at the office. On the way out of the church, my mind filled with visions of how her long hair would look cascaded over her shoulders as she knelt before me with her lips wrapped around my meat, her back narrowing to her waist and then flaring out above her naked buttocks, Ann stopped me. “I thought you were going to hit old Derek when he started on you.” “Pompous old git!” I replied. “Still, at least he knows his high musical standards will be upheld” and we laughed. Although I was talking to Ann, my attention had been caught by one of her bridesmaids. She had permed, or at least very curly dark brown hair with one narrow streak of emerald green in it. Her eyes were a startling green, enhanced by the half hidden streak in her hair and she had the most gorgeous smile. Ann introduced me to her, saying “This is my next door neighbour, Tina”. It turned out that Tina was local, having grown up in the same village that she and Ann still lived in. The choirmaster had terrorised her and many generations of local children and she was delighted that I’d not shown him any deference at all. She was also very complimentary about my singing and this prompted the rest of the group to say similar things. Tina was slim, in many ways the opposite of the estate agent that I’d just been day dreaming about. She was wearing an expensive looking dress and was obviously dressed for a night out, rather than an appointment with the vicar. Her lipstick was a bright red pout in the middle of her face and she oozed sex appeal. I was about to make my excuses and leave with the other men who had all headed for their cars leaving Ann and a group of her girlfriends in the porch of the church when Ann said “You know tonight is my hen night and I wondered if you’d like to join us?” She indicated her friends. They were all women, and I was about to decline when she continued “I know its really a girl’s night out, but you are one of my closest friends and I’d really like you to be there with me. After all, who’s going to pour me into a taxi and get me safely home after I get drunk?” I couldn’t refuse and resigned myself to an evening of silliness and drunken women. However, things started to look up as I got into the back of a taxi that was waiting to take us back to the city. I sat by the back door and Tina rushed through the door after me and sat on my lap, leaving her friends to get in the other side. We ignored the driver’s grumbles and all six of us squeezed in. It was really squashed and there wasn’t much room to move. Tina arranged herself so that she was facing the outside of the car, with her back to the other girls on the back seat. Once she had got comfortable she looked down at me with a playful smile on her face. Ann climbed into the front seat and the taxi driver, still grumbling, started driving. There was the expected banter amongst the girls and Tina joined in. I noticed however that she kept her eyes on me. As the car went round a bend in the road she turned her body a little further towards me and I distinctly felt her rub her breast against my face. I felt myself start to blush and looked up at her. She replied to something Ann had said and then as she caught my eye, rubbed her tit against my cheek again and squirmed on my lap. Instantly I forgot all about the estate agent and reappraised my situation. It was a Friday, I didn’t have to be in the office tomorrow and I had a hot piece of very attractive female flesh on my lap sending quite unmistakable signals direct to my groin. Drink would be taken throughout the evening… and the green in her hair certainly hinted at a slightly wild side. Things were definitely looking better. Tina saw that I had got the message and she giggled, her white teeth showing through the bright red of her lipstick. My cock received the signals loud and clear and I felt it stir. Obviously I wasn’t the only one to feel it because Tina’s mouth opened in an “O” of mock surprise and she squirmed again. She took her hand off the grab handle above the taxi’s door and put it on mine, raising them both to her breast. She firmly pressed my warm hand against the shapely mound and through the fabric of her dress I could feel the pattern of lace on her bra. As the taxi bumped over the country roads I could feel her breast jiggling in my hand and I felt the stiffening nipple beneath my massaging palm. For the rest of the journey Tina ground herself down onto my painfully hard cock as I moulded her tit and stimulated her nipple. When we got to the club everyone got out of the taxi. After Tina got off me I almost fell out, trying to rearrange my clothes to hide my erection. Released from the pressure of Tina’s weight on it my dick seemed determined to burst out of my trousers. I managed to close my jacket unobtrusively across my groin whilst Tina looked on and giggled. No one else seemed to notice, and we went into the club. A crowd of Ann’s girlfriends were waiting for us in the bar area and insisted that we each had to down three drinks immediately in order to catch up with them. Everyone was light heartedly determined that Ann should have a good night and there was a real party atmosphere in the place. A few drinks and some dances later and I had discovered that Tina had a boyfriend that Ann described as a criminal waste of oxygen. One of the other girls had chimed in with “Yeah, he’s so lazy he’d rather watch Linda Lovelace get fucked on video than actually make an effort to get his cock out and give Tina a proper seeing to!” This was greeted with raucous laughter from the whole group and I saw Tina blush slightly, but she looked me calmly in the eye. The conversation continued at high volume; I’ve often noticed that when you get a group of women together and talk moves to sex they can be just as coarse as men, if not more so. This evening was no exception and Tina was bombarded with suggestions of what to do, how to do it and even with what, if her man wasn’t up to keeping her satisfied. Eventually the subject was changed when another round of drinks arrived. It seemed that the group drink that night was to be Southern Comfort. It also seemed that Tina had a real taste for the stuff, swallowing most of her drinks in two gulps. After several drinks she grabbed my hand and led me to the dance floor. It was pretty dark and couples were dancing to a jukebox. It seemed that most of them didn’t care what the music was, they just sort of huddled together in pairs and slowly turned around in their own particular space. While we danced I discovered that under the dress Tina really did have a great figure. There were no “foundation garments” holding things in or up, just some smooth feeling knickers and a lacy bra covering her small tits. I had already discovered that they felt entirely natural, and they fitted my hands perfectly. Beneath them she had a girlish slim waist which was supported on slim but womanly hips. All the proportions seemed just right and my roaming hands delivered a mental picture of her taut body to my mind. At one stage as we danced to a slow number on the dark dance floor I could feel her groin rubbing across my raging hard on and her breasts against my chest as I cupped her arse in my hands. I squeezed one cheek and she looked up and slowly moved her mouth up to mine. What a kiss; it was so gentle that her lips barely grazed mine as she slithered her tongue into my mouth but it certainly wasn’t lacking in passion. Incredibly she didn’t close her eyes as we kissed but maintained eye contact as her tongue explored my mouth. It was a real turn on and something like electricity passed between our eyes. She moved her hand from around my neck and slid it between our bodies, pressing it against the obvious bulge in my trousers. I felt her giggle through the kiss and couldn’t stop myself laughing with her. The evening went on with the girls finding men, dancing with them and drinking and chatting, but the group was fluid with the girls passing men around and no obvious attachments or jealousies arose. The only pairing that remained throughout the night was Tina & I. I noticed that without anyone saying anything Ann was never left alone and someone always made sure that her drink was never empty. Of course that meant that everyone had to keep pace with Ann and she was determined to get drunk. It was her ambition, she said, to wake up tomorrow afternoon with an enormous hangover! The alcohol had taken some of the edge off; I knew that I was well over the limit to drive, but I didn’t feel drunk just nicely insulated. Tina found us a space at the back of the booth near the dance floor that we had taken as our group headquarters and she arranged me in the corner. No one was paying us much attention as we kissed again, most of them either deep in drunken conversation or in clinches of their own. The club manager, who knew Ann, had joined us by now and was talking to her. He had brought a bottle of Southern Comfort and a supply of ice with him and was liberally topping up every one’s glass. Tina broke off our kiss and removed my hand from inside her dress where the alcohol had finally given me the courage to put it. I had been feeling her tits and rubbing her hard nipples through the lacy bra and was about to try and fit my hand under the wispy garment so I was momentarily disappointed when she took hold of my hand and moved her pert tits out of reach. Not for long though; Tina quickly knelt across me, straddling my lap and kissed me again. Her thighs were stretched on either side of mine and I tasted the alcohol on her lips. I stroked both of her breasts and slid my thumbs over her hard nipples which were clearly pointing through her dress. I wondered if I should try and get a hand back under her dress again when she made the decision for me, although not quite in the way I was hoping. She took my right hand off her breast and guided it towards my cock. I was about to protest; there was no way I was going to feel myself in public, when she bypassed my cock and slid my hand up her dress. My protest died before it passed my lips and she put my hand about mid way up her thigh and left it there, returning her hand to my shoulder. I didn’t move. My eyes were wide open and I saw the lust in hers as we kissed. She giggled again and jerked her hips twice. That was a clear instruction and I moved my hand slowly up her nylon clad thigh. I found bare flesh; stockings then, not tights and when I found it I playfully snapped her suspender against the soft flesh of her thigh. She jumped and I slowly moved my fingers in small circles over the sensitive flesh on the inside of her thigh and then moved my hand higher, stopping as I met warm, damp cotton. Hidden from view, under her dress, I ran my fingers over her cotton covered mound, easily finding the groove behind the thin cotton where her lips had parted, causing her to moan. She stopped kissing me and rested her head on my shoulder and began to gently nibble on my earlobe. I repeated my hand’s journey over her mound and clearly felt that the cloth was damp. As my fingers pressed the material into her slit I felt the cotton getting wetter. She breathed into my ear “Mmmmm yesssssss” and slowly moved her hips in the opposite direction to my hand. After a few minutes I had a wet ear and Tina most definitely had a very wet pussy. I managed to move the gusset of her underwear to one side and slipped my hand past the elastic. It wasn’t particularly comfortable, but it gave me access to her hot flesh and I was willing to put up with a little discomfort if it let me touch and caress Tina where she so obviously wanted me to. I have to admit that by this stage I wasn’t necessarily thinking straight; If earlier in the day you had come into my office and asked whether I’d be willing to sit in a public place, even in the club’s darkness, surrounded by people, some of whom worked with me and all of whom knew where I worked, and put my hands inside the underwear of a woman that I’d never met before, I would have emphatically refused. As it was, there and then, I couldn’t think of anything I’d rather be doing unless it plunging my hard cock deep into the place currently covered by my hand. So much for respectability! Ever Had A Hyena Shag? I watched the rest of the group across Tina’s shoulders. They were all oblivious to the fact that their friend was getting her pussy stroked and, if I was to judge by the moans and panting in my ear, was not too far from cumming in public! I continued to run my fingers up and down her sopping slit, from where the groove began to deepen into a wet tunnel, to the other end, moving my fingers either side of her clitoris as I went but never actually touching it. Tina’s quiet moans were constant now as she nibbled on my ear. She tried to move her hips to increase the effect of my fingers on her sensitive valley, but every time she moved I made sure that my fingers stayed still on her pussy and just followed the movement of her hips. This meant that instead of getting more sensation, the stimulation of her wet pussy stopped. It also meant that no one was going to wonder why Tina was thrusting her hips at me and discover what we were doing. Tina soon got the message and held herself still as I slipped my fingers through her sensitive slippery flesh. I continued to watch the ebb and flow of the group over Tina’s shoulders. They weren’t taking any interest in us except for the occasional glance. They obviously thought from her position and lack of movement that she had had too much to drink and had fallen asleep. Soon, Tina’s whole body suddenly stiffened and she bit down on my ear, hard. I continued to gently slide my fingers the length of her slit and back, and for the first time brushed the tip of my middle finger across her clitoris. This sent her over the top and she began shivering, uttering quiet yelps in my ear in time with the movement of my finger over the proud nub of nerve endings. Abruptly she released my ear, straightened up and grabbed my wrist through the fabric of her dress. She had a wild look in her eyes and a pained expression on her face. “Enough” she gasped “too sensitive!” I stopped moving my fingers and felt a gush of liquid escape her pussy. Slowly I coated the whole of her already drenched labia with it, carefully avoiding her clitoris and not pressing too firmly on her sensitive flesh. Tina pulled my hand out from under her dress and straightened up. Ann said “Nice nap Tina? You’re supposed to be making sure I have fun!” and she laughed. Obviously no one had any idea of what had just happened. I raised my still wet fingers to my mouth and licked them clean. Tina giggled and said to Ann: “The trouble is, whenever I wake up I have to pee.” She swallowed another mouthful of her Southern Comfort and replaced her glass on the table amid the debris which had defeated the efforts of the bar staff to collect the empties. She climbed off me and took me by the hand, pulling me after her as she headed slightly wobbly legged onto the dance floor. Instead of turning to me and dancing, Tina kept going towards the ladies’ room. When we got to the door she didn’t let go but pulled me in after her. There were a couple of young girls adjusting their hair in the mirror and complaining about one of their boyfriends, but I didn’t pay any attention as I hurried into a cubicle after Tina. I locked the door behind us and her whole body immediately hit mine. Her feet were off the ground with her legs wrapped around my hips. She took my face in her hands and kissed me hard. I had to lean against the cubicle door to stay upright and I held her arse in my hands to support her. Slowly she put her feet down. She broke the kiss and stepped back. Reaching under her dress she slipped her soaked cotton knickers off, handing them to me. “Put them in your pocket for me.” I raised the damp white cotton to my nose and inhaled. Her scent was a clean, light musk and it travelled straight to the primitive part of my brain. I felt my dick give a huge jolt. Tina turned her back to me and put the seat down over the toilet. She leant forward and as she looked back at me she flipped her dress up onto her back exposing to me for the first time the delightful sight of her tight arse. I took this incredible erotic vision in. She still had her shoes on and the heels gave marvellous definition to her calf muscles. Her legs were encased in black stockings with a band of lace at the top of each. I could just see her suspenders running down the outside of each thigh and the contrast of her pale white flesh and the dark nylon was wonderful. There was an even paler patch of flesh across her bum cheeks and nestled between them I could see some wisps of dark hair, glistening with her cum. Her thighs were stretched taut as she bent over and above them were the perfect spheres of her arse. As she looked over her shoulder at me she opened her legs wider and the wisps of brown hair became two thin, puffy mats, separated by a shiny pink gash. I kneeled behind her to take in all of her full glory and she spread her legs a little further. Her cunt hole was fully exposed to me, vulnerable, glistening, leaking her juices to the dark pink flesh surrounding it. Above it was the puckered star of her anus. I put my hands on her arse and slowly pulled her cheeks apart, starting to spread her anus open with my thumbs in the process. She gasped, but before she could protest I relaxed the pressure a little and leant forward. I inhaled her scent, stronger now that I was so close to the source and licked from below her anus down to her cunt, across her hole, tasting her. She was a little salty, but despite the copious amounts of cum leaking from her, she had a delicate flavour, somehow with hints of summer flowers in her juice. As I savoured her clean taste and smell, my tongue followed the route taken recently by my fingers, travelling the length of her dripping crack. In this position I could just reach her clit with my tongue, but as I did so she jerked away, rising on tip toe “Too sensitive” she hissed with a note of disapproval in her voice. I retreated and contemplated my next move. It seemed obvious really. Tina’s cunt was almost winking at me, the open channel pulsing in time with her heart beat. I quickly stood up and unzipped my trousers. As I undid my belt I saw Tina smile. She wriggled her hips at me and giggled again. I heard the door to the ladies room open and close as the girls outside left and I released my poor tormented cock from its confinement. Tina said “It looks angry” and I had to agree with her. The head of my cock was a deep red; the veins were standing up along the length of my shaft and as I approached Tina’s gorgeous backside the throbbing tool jerked as if it could smell her waiting cunt and was actively seeking it. I’m not over endowed, and as far as I can remember from seeing other men in showers at the swimming pool my cock is no more than average sized, but I have never felt as big as I did at that moment. Tina and I had been teasing and playing for some 2 hours during which time my cock was held restrained by my clothing. Now it had been released it was anxiously searching for relief. I could feel an intense pressure the whole length of my shaft and I took hold of it to guide it towards Tina’s waiting nest. I stepped towards her and her wet cunt was hidden from my view by the curve of her bum. As my thighs brushed hers I eased my hard length along her gaping slit and marvelled at the slimy feel of her furry lips against my throbbing shaft. She was so wet that her cum even coated the outside of her lips and I revelled in the sensation of my cock passing through this horny woman’s waiting beaver. I eased backwards and felt the sensitive head of my cock run the length of her gaping gash and up to her waiting cunt. A momentary pause and I eased forward, slipping into her with no effort as if we were made to fit each other perfectly. As my thighs again touched hers I felt a shudder pass through her whole body and then her wet channel eased itself shut around my meat. Tina cleared her throat. “Oh yesssss” escaped her and she started rocking forward and back, fucking me. I just stood still, letting her do all the work. It felt so good to have her impaling herself on my cock repeatedly as I watched her arse change shape during her thrusts that I didn’t think I could add anything to the intense pleasure I was feeling. “If you keep doing that I might not last long” I whispered as we heard the door to the bar open again. Tina began to giggle silently as an unknown woman locked the cubicle next to ours. She kept thrusting back onto my cock and I felt her giggles as a sort of disjointed vibration passing through her body, along the length of her sopping snatch into my hard cock and down to my aching balls. We heard the woman next door pissing into the water of her toilet and flush. Then the running water as she washed her hands before a quick blast of noise from the club through the open door told us she had left. I had unconsciously tensed my leg and stomach muscles, anxious that we might be discovered, Tina bent over the toilet with her gaping cunt again on display and me with my trousers around my ankles and my hard cock buried to the hilt in her. What an end to a promising career in the law that would be. My anxiety at being discovered had combined with the alcohol I had consumed to make my impending orgasm recede. I no longer felt that I was close to cumming and knew that I was going to last for some time. During all the time the unknown woman had been in the ladies’ room with us Tina hadn’t missed a stroke, driving herself repeatedly onto my cock. They weren’t very long strokes, but they were going in deep. I could see my pubic hair getting mashed against her buttocks, and when she pulled forward Tina left a thick smear of her milky cum on my cock. She changed her position so that she was leaning on one arm on the toilet’s cistern and rested her head on that arm. Tina reached behind herself with the other hand. I watched as on an out thrust she managed to reach my cock with her middle finger and coat her finger with cum. She then slowly ran it up to the little chocolate star of her anus that was now exposed from its hiding place between her perfect cheeks. Tina repeated this manoeuvre several times and then as I watched amazed, she eased the finger into her arsehole. Two thrusts later and I again heard those little yelps that she had uttered in the booth when she had cum on my fingers. Her arse cheeks began to wobble as she thrust her finger rapidly in and out of her arsehole and I felt her cunt expand around the head of my still hard cock. She quite literally gushed cum. As she pulled forward a river of thick milky cum leaked around my cock and poured onto my balls. Some of it left a slimy trail down her left thigh. Tina thrust her finger into herself one last time and then started to move it in a circular motion, stretching the sphincter at her entrance. She squeezed her cunt around my cock and then as her orgasm began to subside she stopped moving her finger. Tina removed her probing finger from her arsehole and brought her hand forward, taking her weight on both arms again. I scooped up the cum from her leg and smeared it onto her arse. “Mmmmm” she sighed. I pulled my cock part of the way out of her and collected more of her cum, transferring great dollops of it to her arsehole. Each time I received an appreciative moan from Tina. “How was it?” she asked me. “I haven’t cum yet” I replied, “but I’m working on it” and I thrust into her again. As I pulled out, I pressed with my cum coated finger against the ring of muscle around Tina’s arsehole and slowly entered her. Having never had any anal experience of any kind before I was surprised at how it felt. I think I expected it to feel slimy and disgusting, but I’m not sure exactly how. In fact it felt very smooth and incredibly tight, like a very tight but slightly dry cunt. I must have probed a bit too hard because Tina’s sphincter suddenly clamped down on my finger. “Careful, it feels so good but be careful” she moaned. “Get more juice.” I eased my finger out of her tight hole and collected more of her cum before sliding it back into her. I could hardly believe what was going on. Here I was, in the ladies’ room, fucking a woman that I had only just met. I had my finger up her bum while she was bent over a toilet and she was enjoying it! “More” she moaned and I removed my finger to collect more cunt juice. “No!” she protested, “I meant more inside me! Put another finger up my bum.” I looked down to where my cock was still pistoning into her plump, luscious lips and collected some more of her creamy cum on my fingers. I moved my hand back to her arsehole and slipped one inside her immediately. I was a little surprised at how easily it slipped in, but then I tried to add the next finger. This was a little more difficult, and each fraction of an inch that I eased the second finger into her was accompanied by a muffled grunt from Tina. She reached behind herself with one hand and pulled one gorgeous cheek out to make my second finger’s entrance a little easier. That seemed to do the trick. Finally I had two fingers fully inside her tight hole. I could see the distended ring around my fingers flex as I slowly pulled them out, and I watched the momentary hesitation as the muscle guarding her arse hole strained to pass over my knuckles before I changed direction and pushed them back in to her. I was still slowly pumping my hard cock into Tina’s delightful cunt, but felt no urge to cum yet. My fingers were starting to ache a little from the slightly strained position they were in as we fucked. I took careful aim and spat a stream of saliva down onto my fingers, working it into her hole. Once she felt more lubricated I stopped moving my fingers in and out of her shit hole and instead started to move them apart inside her, stretching the tight tunnel of flesh. Tina hissed and said “Oh my God” before she grunted and almost fell off the toilet. The sudden change of angle abruptly let my cock penetrate further inside her wet snatch than before and I must have hit her G spot or something because I felt her cunt clench around my thrusting meat and heard her begin to yelp. I immediately began to thrust into her harder, hoping to make her cum again. I reached around with my free hand and gripped her swinging tit through the material of her dress and heard “I’m cummmming oh Goddd!” before a few thrusts later her cunt relaxed around me. Slowly I moved my still hard meat the length of her gaping channel. I must admit that I was surprised. Usually the sight of a woman cumming is enough to set me off. Nine times out of ten if I am fucking a woman and she cums, it doesn’t matter how far off my orgasm is when she starts, I’ll be cumming as she finishes, yet here I was, sights, smells and feelings of sex surrounding me and I felt no familiar tingle at the base of my belly, no tightening of my balls, just an immense sense of pride at my performance. Tina looked back and said “Did you…?” I shook my head and she said with a giggle “I’ve got to get one of you at home!” I continued to pump my hips, but her pussy was now so wet and loose, it was like trying to fire an air gun pellet through a howitzer! Don’t get me wrong, I was enjoying myself, but the friction of her previously tight cunt channel was missing. I knew that at this rate I’d never cum and I really wanted to. I removed my sore fingers from Tina’s arse and watched as her hole seemed to be mouthing something at me. It gaped obscenely at me and I wondered what it would feel like to have my cock embedded in Tina’s tight shitter. After all, she obviously didn’t object to things being shoved up her bum, so why not my cock? Besides, I had never tried anal and I wanted to know what it felt like. I held Tina’s perfect cheeks open with both hands and looked at her gaping arsehole, almost winking at me. The sight made my mind up. I slowly pulled my cock out of her cunt and saw it glistening and just as angry looking as when I’d first approached her delicate lips with it. I stood on tip toe and carefully positioned the mushroom shaped head at Tina’s still gaping, dark arse hole. I gently eased my cock forward, pressing it down with my thumb whilst holding Tina’s arse cheeks as far open as I could. The air around my cock felt cool and I wanted to be back inside her warmth, but inside her shitter. I wanted to know how it felt to bugger this incredibly horny woman. The throbbing red head of my hard cock slipped in surprisingly easily and I paused, feeling the tight walls of Tina’s rectum and the so tight sphincter gripping the head of my cock with a firm, smooth hold. Tina gasped at the intrusion, but made no protest. I tensed my cock making the head swell inside her and she gasped again. She moved her legs together a little which raised her delicious bum and changed the angle a little, allowing a tiny bit more of my throbbing length to penetrate Tina’s incredibly tight shit hole, eliciting another gasp from the gorgeous women bent over in front of me. Now you have to remember that I’d never done this before so what happened next is probably no surprise. The more experienced amongst you may laugh. So far my cock hadn’t got very far in to Tina’s tiniest hole but what I had fed into her had passed through her loosened sphincter fairly easily. She felt so good around the head of my cock, and I could feel the tight walls of her rectum pulse around the mushroom shaped head with her heart beat. I saw my veined cock penetrate between those perfect buttocks, saw the slightly darker ring of her flesh surrounding the hole my cock was entering, lost a little self control and I shoved my cock in. No big deal perhaps, but when I say “I shoved my cock in” I really mean that having slipped the red, angry looking head of my cock past the loosened sphincter guarding the entrance to Tina’s tiny rear passage, I gripped her hips with my hands and pulled her back towards me as I shoved the whole of my incredibly hard cock all the way through her wet arsehole and as far as I could into her tiny and imperfectly lubricated rectum. Several things happened at once. Tina screamed “Oowww! FUCK! TOO BIG!” and her arms slipped from their place on the toilet cistern. Her arse changed position, presenting itself at a better angle for me. I almost lost my balance as Tina slipped and I leant forward putting my hand out on the wall above the cistern to stop myself falling over. My cock pushed the last bit of its length into Tina’s already abused arse causing her to squeal again. I realised how incredibly tight she was inside her loosened entrance and a voice came from outside the cubicle “You want to eat more fibre, luv, that’ll stop it feeling too big.” Tina and I froze as the woman’s voice went on “Are you OK luv?” Tina managed in a slightly strained voice to reply “Yes, I was just a bit surprised, that’s all” and as the woman entered the next cubicle Tina was given her advice on which cereals and dried fruit to eat. Tina and I remained frozen in place but apparently dried apricots and figs are best! I could feel Tina’s whole body clenching on my cock as she tried to accommodate the whole of my length which was now buried deep inside her anus. She was gripping me so tightly that I couldn’t even withdraw the meat that was causing Tina such discomfort. Eventually the surreal conversation ended and the woman left. Tina and I slowly relaxed. I said “I’m so sorry” just as Tina said “OK you can start moving, but slowly! I think I’m used to it now, but no more sudden thrusts. I couldn’t cope with any more of that.” I realised that even though I had hurt Tina with my abrupt entry to her tormented hole, she was still willing to let me bugger her. I felt her consciously relax the muscles clamped around my cock. After a few very short, very gentle movements into her stationary buttocks I felt her relax a bit more. As she started to gently push back against me I changed my mind. She wasn’t just willing to let me, she was an eager participant in her own buggery. I couldn’t feel her getting any looser, but she must have been feeling better because her thrusts back to meet my thrusts forward were getting harder. My thrusts became longer and I could see my meat disappearing and reappearing from her arsehole with every thrust. I couldn’t stop grinning at the sight as I felt my balls start to tighten. Ever Had A Hyena Shag? Tina’s hand moved in front of her and I felt her fingers brush my ball sack occasionally as I thrust deep into her. I realised that she was stroking her clit as I filled her arse and that knowledge pushed me even closer to cumming. I watched my cock feed into her rear entrance and felt the thrill of the forbidden. Her arse cheeks changed shape as I hit them with my body and I felt my belly begin to tingle. “I’m close” I grunted. “Hang on just a little longer baby” Tina said as she pushed herself back on to me. I saw her elbow start to move as she began to thrust her fingers into her sopping cunt. I felt my balls get wet as they slapped against Tina’s wet snatch. Her shit hole was beginning to dry up and the friction on my throbbing cock began to increase, almost painfully. I spat down onto my rigid shaft and massaged the saliva into her arsehole to provide a little more lubrication. As the movement eased, momentarily, I felt a little twinge in my balls and my thrusts became a little easier. I knew that pre-cum must be leaking continuously from my cockhead now and was glad of it. Tina’s cunt was making a squelching noise as her fingers probed inside it. I could sometimes feel them through the fine wall of flesh between Tina’s cunt and arsehole. I reached down past my cock and scooped some more cum from her dripping cunt. As my cock reappeared from her shit hole I spread the milky goo onto my shaft before thrusting back into her. I did this several times and it seemed to help. I continued to thrust my hard prick into Tina’s tight rear and as I upped the tempo, feeling my balls get hotter I heard her groan “I’m so close, here it comes… Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! GOD!” She yelped as she clenched her legs together on her hand. That did it for me. As her legs closed on her hand, so her sphincter tightened impossibly around my stiff cock. I felt my cock my being squeezed tighter than ever before and it began to jerk repeatedly. I gasped as I unloaded what felt like a bucket of cum into her in huge spurts. I continued to thrust my hips forward, as if to throw my ejaculation even further into her. Finally I stopped moving. My head felt as though it would burst and my knees felt weak. I was panting and saw Tina’s exposed lower back and buttocks coated in a fine sheen of perspiration. Tina reached around to where my cock was housed in her arse and managed to slip her hand between us. She gripped my shaft and slowly pulled me out saying “I’m a bit sore and I need you to come out now please.” I watched as the head of my cock emerged from Tina’s wide open hole with a little splut sound, swiftly followed by a stream of my cum which poured through the gaping red raw ring of her arse. Tina swiftly lifted the toilet seat and sat down “I love anal” she said as she looked up at me “but not usually that hard. I’m going to be sore for a week” I said “I guess I must like it too” and when she looked at me quizzically I continued “That was my first time. Sorry if it was too rough.” She smiled at me as I leant against the cubicle door and beckoned me towards her. She took my slowly deflating cock in her hand and then put me in her mouth, sucking the whole shrivelled organ and rolling it around her tongue. I was startled; it had just been up her shit hole after all, and had come out of that place covered in cum and slime, but her mouth felt good. I heard the sound of Tina pissing as she licked me clean and she released me before wiping herself. “No more gamey than a well hung pheasant!” she said. I had forgotten she was a country girl. “Go and wait for me outside while I clean myself up.” I left the cubicle and hurried towards the door. Before I could get out the door was opened from the outside and Ann stumbled in, obviously the worse for drink. “What’re you doin’ in here?” she slurred. I explained that Tina had been in the Ladies’ for some time and I was concerned, but she seemed alright. Tina called out from the cubicle that she was fine and flushed the toilet. She emerged from the cubicle looking flushed with her hair disarranged. I could see the white skin of her chest above the neckline of her dress was a blotchy red, but Ann didn’t notice in her drunken state. I left the two of them alone and got another round of drinks at the bar. When I returned to the table Tina grabbed me as soon as I had put the drinks down and took me to the dance floor. “That was so obscenely degrading, it was wonderful” she said as she nuzzled my neck. “My pussy is still throbbing and my skin feels like its got electricity running over it every time I move.” She giggled: “Mind you, my bum feels sore, more like a torn pocket than a bottom” I felt her press her tits against my chest and she ground her groin into mine as we danced and felt my loins begin to stir. Tina felt the stirring too “Already? I really MUST get one of these at home” she giggled. Later that night, after we had left the club the three of us took a taxi to Ann’s place. Ann was in such a state that Tina and I had to guide her onto her bed. We left her there, snoring already, dressed except for her shoes and went outside. I was trying to find a way to ask the slim, curly haired woman what was going to happen next when she turned to me and kissed me. Her tongue explored my mouth and as she broke the kiss it tickled my top lip. I felt me cock stirring in my pants and cleared my throat. Tina explained that she couldn’t let me come to her home next door because her boyfriend would be there. I looked down at her and kissed her again, gently at first, but with growing intensity. I began rubbing the bulge in my trousers against her groin, gripping her hips and preventing her from easing the pressure. We almost stumbled against Ann’s car in the drive and I rucked Tina’s dress up to her hips. I managed to get the hem tucked into the neckline of the dress so it was out of the way. I still had her underwear in my pocket from earlier and I could see her pale legs in the moonlight and the dark shadow of her beaver at the top of her legs. As I reached for her pussy she hitched herself onto the boot of Ann’s car. “It’s cold” she giggled. “It’s hot and wet” I corrected her as my fingers began to probe between the lips of her pussy. She giggled again and spread her knees, reaching behind me with her ankles and undoing my trousers as she pulled me to her. She took my already hard cock out and without any hesitation spread her labia wide open between the fingers of one hand and with the other ran my cock between her wet lips a couple of times. Although I couldn’t see the detail of her intimate folds and creases in the shadows between her pale legs, I could see the glistening of her juices in the moonlight as her cunt lips bulged around the head of my cock. She continued to move me up and down between her hairy lips, driving me almost crazy with the slippery, ticklish sensation on my cock head. I groaned with desire and began to gently pump my hips. She gasped as the head of my cock pushed through her hand and rode roughly over her stiff clitoris. As I pulled back to pump again she used her free hand to spread her lips to me. I saw the tips of her fingers disappear into the hair that was split either side of my cock’s head and she opened her lips wider and presented herself to my probing cock, guiding it back over her clitoris again and again. Tina began to moan in time with the thrusts of my hard prick over the small nub of flesh standing proud just below the dark patch of her neatly trimmed beaver. “Mmmmm, Mmmmm, Mmmmm,” Continuing to thrust along the length of Tina’s soaking gash I felt my cock getting wetter with each thrust. I saw her pubic mound seem to bulge with every forward thrust that I made as Tina moved her hands around her cunt lips, making sure that I rubbed the spots she wanted stimulated. When I thought I couldn’t bear this teasing any more Tina took hold of my prick. It was coated with cum and as she tilted her hips up, she angled my meat down to her waiting hole. Tina slid my hard prick it into her waiting twat. She adjusted her angle on the car again and within three thrusts I was plunging my full length into her. Tina’s steaming cunt had regained much of its tautness since I had left it gaping wide open and had driven my cock into her tight arsehole. Her twat was once again tight enough that I could really enjoy the sensations around the full length of my prick. She was still fingering her pussy lips, pulling them one way and then the other as I drove my cock between them and into her hot honeypot. I let go of her hips and reached up under her dress, moving it higher until I could see her lace covered tits. I managed to reach behind her and undid the bra catch before scooping her tits out. I’d been groping them all night but this was the first time I had actually seen them. I couldn’t tell what colour her nipples were in the moonlight, but the cool night air was certainly having an effect. They both hardened and rose, and even the aureoles puckered and changed texture. I grabbed her tits with both hands and slowly mashed them in circles as I thrust into her. There was no finesse, no subtlety, just the sound of flesh meeting flesh as Tina lay back on the bonnet of Ann’s car and lifted her hips to meet my thrusts. I squeezed her tits and felt my balls tighten. She began to pant and I roughly mauled her boobs, feeling her hard nipples press into the palms of my hands. My cock seemed to grow even harder and as I felt the familiar tingling in the base of my belly I knew I was going to cum. I pinched one of Tina’s nipples as I thrust into her and this sent her over the top. She was trying to cum quietly, but couldn’t stop herself making some squeaks as I rammed my cock again and again into her feeling my balls bang against her clenched buttocks. As I felt the cum about to boil out of my balls I pulled out of her. She immediately put one hand into her cunt forcing all four fingers straight into the streaming hole to keep her orgasm going. She watched as I gripped my cum covered cock and pumped my hand rapidly along its length. Tina reached forward with her other hand and cupped my balls, gently rolling them in her palm whilst she tickled behind my ball sack with her fingers. My knees began to weaken, and I was thrusting into my palm with my whole body now. With a bellow I felt my release finally arrive. I closed my eyes, shutting out the erotic vision before me and I actually saw stars. I opened my eyes again and saw the first stream of cum leap from the end of my cock and arc through the moonlight before splattering on her tits. Tina gripped my balls tightly while her other hand moved faster over her clitoris whilst her fingers probed deep in the folds of her cunt as I continued to pump my cock. I grabbed Tina’s curly hair and pulled her head down as the second stream of thick cum left my cock. It hit her on her cheek and she pulled back in surprise. I pulled her head forward again desperate to get my cock back into her warmth and she opened her mouth. As she closed her warm lips around my shaft I felt my third spurt leap from my cock. I thrust forward and she gagged as I hit the back of her throat. She pushed my hips back, but I kept my fingers wrapped in her hair and continued pumping deep into her throat. She’d had her orgasm and now I wanted mine. I felt her gag on my cock and that reflex allowed my cock to enter her throat and I pushed forward again, now pumping my cum into her throat. Finally I was done. I let go of her hair and stepped back. Tina took a deep breath, looked up at me and grinned. She took her fingers out of her cunt and I grabbed them, putting them one at a time into my mouth and sucked them clean. She ran the other finger over her tits and face to collect the cum that I had sprayed on her and shook it off onto the ground. I was exhausted and my cock actually felt quite sore. There was an ache at the base of my belly as if I hadn’t eaten in a couple of days and I felt light headed. Tina stood up and kissed me. “See you at the wedding.” She pulled her dress down, not bothering to fasten her bra and without looking back, walked unsteadily towards her house. I watched her until she got in the front door and she gave me a wave and blew me a kiss before closing the door behind her. I went back to Ann’s house and slept on the couch in the living room. When we woke we both had hangovers and quietly commiserated with each other over an essential cup of coffee. Although I kept half an eye on the window to next door I didn’t see Tina before I had to leave Ann’s place. My cock was still sore but even hungover, my mind was racing with the images it had stored from the previous night. I could still smell Tina’s sweet cunt on my body, and I had to wash our crusted juices off my cock and belly. Sadly, the last time I saw Tina was at Ann’s wedding the next week when she was with her boyfriend. One of Ann’s friends told me that the guy was a complete waster, and another woman chimed in with “Yeah, but a rich waster.” Saying she couldn’t see them ever splitting up. I approached Tina when the boyfriend had gone to the bar, but before I could say anything she greeted me with a steely look in her eye; “It was a one off. It’s not going to happen again. Please don’t spoil things for me. I’m sure I’ll fantasise over the memory, but its never going to happen again.” What could I do? I smiled and thanked her for a great time and left her alone before her boyfriend came back. Some months later I heard that she had married the Waster, and a few years later I learned that she had got a good settlement on the divorce. I never tried to contact her though. I just remember our night from time to time. The memory never fails to make me smile. Its also guaranteed to get me hard too, no matter how butt ugly the person I’ve just woken up with is. Ever Notice? Ever notice, while you are in the middle of doing something really stupid—usually just as you have passed the point of no return, and will have to live with the consequences anyway—that you have this moment of clarity, seeing for yourself just how boneheaded your actions were? Usually (in my case anyway) the stupidity was all about trying to impress a girl. I was sliding down the center handrail on the long set of stairs that lead up from the parking lot to the front entrance of the high school where I would be graduating in two short (long, endlessly long) months. I was on my friend Patrick’s skateboard (never mind that I can barely stay on a skateboard on level ground), and headed for disaster. Shannon Kelly; beautiful, blonde, tits-like-ripe-melons Shannon Kelly the cheerleader, was watching with something like a smile on her perfect face. I had a crush on Shannon. Or, perhaps more accurately, I had the hots for her. Sweet, virginal, aloof Shannon Kelly. I wanted to lose my virginity to her. I wanted to get down on my knees and lick her pussy. Christ, I just wanted to touch her. Never mind that I had never spoken two words to her. For some reason I thought she might be impressed by me sliding down the center rail on that long flight of stairs. Pretty boneheaded. I distinctly heard the bone snap as I landed palms first, and started to tumble. I was near the bottom of the stairs when I finally stopped. I heard someone say, in a hushed, almost reverent tone “Oh shit, I think he’s really hurt.” I couldn’t move my hands. I didn’t even want to try. The wrists were already swelling grotesquely, turning purple. What hurt worst, what cut through the pain that was already leaking through the adrenaline, what really cut deep, was the pitying look on Shannon’s face as she looked down at my crumpled body. I could already hear the two-tone howl of the ambulance approaching. What a stupid maneuver. All in all, it could have been worse. I had a mild concussion, and a collection of bruises and abrasions to go with the two broken wrists. The doctor said they were clean breaks, and that I would have to wear casts for the next 6 weeks. I should be out of the casts in time for graduation. He even set my right hand so that I could, with practice, hold a pencil. My family and friends were all really nice about it. I got a surprisingly short scolding from my mom, and Shannon was sweet enough to initial my cast. Just having her that close to me, having her acknowledge my existence, was enough to give me a raging erection. Which, of course, led immediately to the obvious problem. I had been jerking off for about the past five years. In that time, I doubt that I had missed a day. I often did it twice a day, sometimes more. I had an active imagination, and a large stash of pornography. Now, it was impossible for me to masturbate. And believe me, I had tried. The first week was pretty rough. The second week was even worse. I could think of nothing else. For the first time in my life, I had wet dreams. This was doubly embarrassing because I couldn’t make my own bed. My mom was kind enough not to say anything. My sister Stephanie was home from college the next weekend. I can’t really say I blame her for breaking out in laughter the first time she saw me. Steph and I watched a movie while mom went over to her friends to play cards. For all her ribbing, Steph was nice to me. She got me a coke, and let me pick out the movie. She was twenty; two years older than me, and our relationship had always been a little rocky. She was the older sister, and I had always been the bratty little brother. Growing up, we had to compete for time and attention from mom. Since she had been away at college, we had started getting along better. As she put the tape in, I sneaked a look at Steph’s ass. It looked nice, squeezed into a tight pair of blue jeans. My sister had really turned into a woman in the last couple years: she had gone from being an awkward, gawky adolescent to a tall, good looking college girl. I hadn’t realized until tonight just how sexy she looked. Or maybe it was just that I hadn’t been able to touch myself in two weeks. “I probably shouldn’t ask you this” Stephanie said as she sat back down on the couch, “but how do you masturbate with those things on?” I was totally taken aback. I’m sure I blushed deep red. It was a moment before I was able to answer “I can’t.” “But you don’t have a girlfriend do you?” “No” I answered, still blushing “I don’t.” Steph took that in for a couple seconds. “Wow.” She said “You mean you haven’t gotten off in two weeks?” “Yep.” “And you won’t again for another four weeks?” “Nope.” “Damn.” We watched the movie in silence for a little while. For my part, I was glad that Stephanie had stopped questioning me about my masturbation habits. It was embarrassing. “Maybe I could help you.” Steph said suddenly. “What do you mean?” I asked. “Well everybody knows guys masturbate all the time. Girls do too, by the way. So how bad would it be if I did it for you?” “Stephanie” I said, shaken by the idea “We can’t do that. You’re my sister.” “So what? It’s not like we’d be having sex. Besides, it might be fun.” Well, I could hardly argue with that. Besides, my cock was already getting stiff. Understand that I was very inexperienced at the time. I hadn’t dated at all, all the way through high school. I guess I thought I was unattractive. I was really shy. My sex life so far had been limited to looking at back issues of Penthouse and fantasizing about Shannon Kelly (or whoever my obsession du jour was). It had never seriously occurred to me that a girl might actually be interested in what was inside my pants. Now my own sister seemed highly interested in just that. Stephanie was fumbling with my fly before I had a chance to say anything. She fished my penis out from inside my boxers. “Not bad Little Bro. Here, it’ll be more comfortable if we get your pants down.” I lifted my ass off the couch, and together we worked my jeans and boxers down. I felt incredibly exposed like this. I really couldn’t believe it was really happening. “The girls at your school are really missing out.” She said as she hungrily eyed my throbbing erection. Her hand felt really nice on my cock. As she was talking to me, she slowly, softly started stroking. I closed my eyes and let my head fall back, enjoying the new sensations that my penis was experiencing. “Do you look at porn when you do this to yourself?” Steph was still stroking me, sometimes faster, sometimes slower. “Sometimes I do. Or do you imagine some girl from school that you’d like to fuck? Is that what you’re doing right now? Pretending that I’m her?” She stopped for a moment. I was afraid that she had stopped for good; that she was going to leave me hanging like this. “Would it help if I took off my shirt?” Stephanie didn’t wait for an answer, but pulled off her t-shirt and reached behind her back, unsnapping her bra, letting her sizeable breasts swing free. I’d seen plenty of pictures in the magazines, but I had never seen real breasts in person before. Stephanie had a nice pair, maybe not as big as Shannon’s, but nice nonetheless, and real and right in front of my face, jiggling nicely as she moved. Her nipples were large and pink and swollen. They looked delicious. “That’s right” Steph said, her hands resuming their work on my aching cock, “Pretend I’m her. Pretend I’m that horny little high school girl who just wants to make your big cock squirt.” Her tits shook as she jerked me off. I was in heaven. Without warning, Stephanie lowered her head, taking my penis into her mouth. It was hot and wet in there. Involuntarily, I raised my hips, fucking her mouth. All thoughts of Shannon Kelly were gone. “Stephanie I’m going to come!” I managed to say through gritted teeth. I couldn’t hold back any longer, and I wanted to warn her. I had heard that girls don’t like guys to come in their mouth; I had heard that it was gross. Stephanie showed no sign of retreating, but sucked harder, and slipped her hand under me, cupping my balls and pressing a finger against my anus. It was too much. It felt like I would never stop coming. I pumped and pumped into her mouth, and Steph swallowed it all. It was the best come I had ever had. She stayed with me until my penis grew soft and got too sensitive to be touched. My wilted cock popped out of her mouth, and she quickly stood up and unsnapped her own jeans. As I watched, amazed, she dropped her pants and yellow panties and kneeled next to me on the couch. I could feel the heat radiating from her dark pubic triangle just inches from my face. She slipped a finger between her legs, parting her puffy outer lips. I caught a flash of pink, and saw moisture. It only took a few seconds. Her finger was a blur, rubbing urgently. Then her stomach spasmed, her skin blushed red, and she came in little gasps. I liked watching her get dressed. I liked the way her breasts moved as she moved. As she was putting her bra on, we heard moms’ car pull into the driveway. We realized that the movie was almost over. She helped me get my pants back on and buttoned up. “This will be our little secret.” Steph said, snuggling up against me to watch the last minutes of the movie. “Our little secret, just between us.” Ever Notice A Redux? Ever notice the way a perfectly intelligent boy can turn into a raging moron when in front of a pretty girl? Guys will do the stupidest things to impress a cute chick. Now me; when I'm around a guy who I think is hot, I turn into a wallflower. A very quiet and tongue-tied wallflower. My little brother Karl has no business anywhere near a skateboard. The boy is a geek, there is no doubt about it. A rather cute geek, but a geek nonetheless. And a very poorly coordinated geek at that. Where had he gotten the idea of pulling a stunt like that on a skateboard? Actually I had a pretty good idea where the idea had come from: like I said, boys will do some pretty boneheaded things to get a girl's attention. But this really took the cake. I have to admit I laughed out loud the first time I saw him. I know it was mean, but he looked so sad and pathetic and helpless like that, a bandage on his head and both hands immobilized in bulky casts. I felt bad for laughing, and resolved to be nice to him for a change over the weekend. I really couldn't resist getting a few cheap shots in though. At least Karl had a sense of humor about the whole thing. And then, Sunday night, Mom left us alone to watch a movie together while she played cards with her friends. "I probably shouldn't ask you this" I asked him against my better judgment "but how do you masturbate with those things on?" He was clearly taken aback by my question. Surely he couldn't think that he was the only person in the world who whacked off? He blushed so red I thought blood might start leaking out of his ears. It was a couple seconds before he could bring himself to answer me: "I can't." "But you don't have a girlfriend do you?" "No" he answered, still blushing "I don't." "Wow." I considered what that meant "You mean you haven't gotten off in two weeks?" "Yep." "And you won't again for another four weeks?" "Nope." "Damn." Well, there it was. I'd suspected that might be the case. My little brother Karl was a cutey, but shy and awkward. He'd probably be fighting off the girls when he got into college. But six weeks without an orgasm? I don't think that I could hack that, and I sure wouldn't want to try! The dirty little idea nagged and nagged and refused to be ignored as we watched the film. Poor guy. Couldn't even get himself off now. And I was willing to bet that no one else had had the pleasure yet either. Karl would have to get some self-confidence, that much was for sure. Nothing is attractive like a little self confidence. Maybe I could help him out, just a little bit. He was a cutey after all. I found myself wondering just what that package that bulged seductively in the crotch of his jeans contained. Good stuff, I bet. Damn, and now I was horny just thinking about it. It would be fun. And good for him. And good for me too. He didn't take much convincing either. He had a nice dick. A really nice one; not too big or too small, or too fat or too skinny or too hairy. It was bent slightly upward, like an eager puppy, and it was hard as Chinese Calculus. The head was big and red and swollen with anticipation. "Man, the girls at your school are really missing out." I told him I had meant to just give him a quick handjob, but this was way too fun, and he looked way too yummy. I took off my top, just to enhance his experience, and I thought his eyes would bug out of his head. That made me feel really good; I guess I'm a little insecure about my rack. He was just so delicious looking, I honestly couldn't help myself. I had to get my mouth on that cock. I wasn't disappointed either; he felt great in my mouth, and quickly rewarded me with a mouthful of hot, sticky, salty, bitter semen. I couldn't believe how much he had squirted into my mouth! It felt like about a pint! I stayed with him until his penis grew soft and too sensitive to be touched. I was way turned on at this point. I just had to get off. Not really caring what he saw, I dropped my pants and got busy with my clit. Second later, I was coming, hard and long. It was great. I liked knowing that Karl was watching. I felt dirty and sexy. He watched as I got dressed, and I helped him get his boxers and jeans back up. Then Mom was home, and we had to look all innocent. "This will be our little secret." I told him as we watched the last minutes of the movie. "Our little secret, just between us." We didn't get a chance to talk about it any more that weekend. I had to leave to get back up to school. During the week, I thought a lot about what had happened. Oddly enough, I didn't feel bad about it. On the contrary, playing it back in my mind made me horny. I think I jilled off twice as much as usual that week. I don't come home every weekend, even though it is only an hour and a half to drive. I don't even come home most weekends. But the next weekend, I made the drive. Mom was glad to see me. Karl seemed happy to see me too. I couldn't resist giving him shit about his injury. "Been doing a lot of skating lately?" I asked "Chicks dig it, I hear." Karl blushed. He blushes a lot. It's cute. Mom left to go shopping. She asked me to take care of Karl if he needed anything. Oh, I would. "So?" asked Karl as soon as we were alone. "So what?" "What about us?" "There is no 'us'. I'm your older sister, and you are my bratty little brother." I told him lovingly "But if you aren't too much of a little shithead and for gods' sake don't tell anyone, I guess I don't mind helping you out. While you're in this… condition." I eyed his cast encased hands, and the not insubstantial bulge in the front of his blue jeans. He seemed satisfied with that answer. I went to the fridge and brought him a Pepsi. "So you really haven't gotten off since last week?" "No." he was blushing again "I tried humping my pillow, but that only made it worse." "Wow, that sucks. I really can't imagine." My sympathy for him was genuine. "So who was she? Who were you trying so hard to impress?" "Shannon Kelly" he told me "Cheerleader. Beautiful. Doesn't even know I exist. Or she didn't." he ruefully held up one cast. I could see a girl's signature. "Jesus Christ Karl, why didn't you just ask her out?" He said nothing, just sipped his Pepsi. Oh well, I thought, I have certainly blown it before too. Not quite so spectacularly though. "I'd like to try an experiment with you" I said, changing the subject. "What kind of experiment?" "Nothing bad" I told him "Have you ever seen a girl naked?" "Not really" he answered "Not in person." "Do you want to?" I asked "I'll show you everything you want, if you'll let me try my experiment." "Well… Ok." "Why don't we step into your office then?" We hustled butt upstairs to his bedroom, the can of Pepsi forgotten on the kitchen table. Karl lay down on his bed, and watched as I stripped for him. It was my turn to feel self-conscious and insecure. I am tall and gangly, and my curves all seem to be too much or not enough. I tried not to look at him while I was peeling off my clothes. When I was completely naked, I looked up at him. His eyes were glued to me; I could almost feel them roving all over my body. I think I blushed. It felt good. I felt a little like a centerfold. Sometimes it's nice to be objectified. "So what's the experiment?" he asked. His cock was going to blow out the fly of his jeans if it got any harder. I climbed up on the bed and started unbuttoning him. He raised his ass to help me peel off his pants and undies. With a little tugging, we got him out of his t-shirt too. "I read somewhere" I said, admiring his swollen cock and balls "that it's possible to get a guy off without touching his penis." "Really?" "Well, that's what I want to find out." I had gotten off the bed and was rummaging around in my backpack. When I came up with a vibrator and a bottle of lube, I have to give him credit. He didn't freak out on me. "Are you going to do what I think you're going to do with that?" I nodded. "Don't you think it's a little big?" "Oh" I said, tossing my hair "I figured we'd work our way up to it." He didn't say anything to that, but layed back on his mattress and let his legs part. His big cock flopped against his stomach. I got one finger nice and slippery, and started exploring between his cheeks. It didn't take me long to find what I was looking for. He sort of moaned and wiggled around to give me better access. "You're kind of a perv Bro" I told him as I worked my finger up into his tight opening "Chicks really do like that." I liked having my finger up inside him. He was tight, and super hot. His dick twitched every time I pressed my finger further up his ass. I wanted to take his delicious piece of meat in my mouth right then, but in the name of scientific experimentation I didn't. When it felt like he was ready for it, I added more lube and a second finger. "Oh yeah Steph" he groaned. "Do you want to taste my pussy?" I asked He nodded, and his anus squeezed my exploring fingers hungrily. I let my other hand wander between my legs. My pussy was startlingly wet. I slipped a finger up inside, getting it nice and gooey, and then offered it to my brother. He eagerly sucked my juice off. Watching him do that made me double horny. I started fucking his ass with my fingers even harder, twisting them around inside him. I loved making him squirm. I got the silicone dick all lubed up, and Karl had his legs up in the air like a little porn star. His cock was leaking a river of clear precome, making a little lake on his smooth stomach, and his little brown asshole was winking with lust. I pressed the end of the toy against his opening. "Oh yeah Steph, please give it to me, please fuck my ass!" I loved hearing him beg for it. His dick was so big and hard and swollen I thought he would explode if I so much as touched it. I pressed the dildo up into him, and he opened right up to swallow it. It didn't take very long to get the whole thing up his butt. I couldn't keep my finger off my clit as I fucked him in the ass. I found the dial on the back of the dildo, and turned the vibrator up all the way. I pressed the toy hard into him, tickling the skin behind his balls. It was too much for him. "Ooooh Stephanie!" he moaned and arched his back, raising his ass up off the bed. I watched fascinated as his balls contracted and his cock twitched and squirted jet after jet of pearly white boy come. Some of it went so far that it actually hit him in the face! Mostly though, it collected in puddles on his chest and tummy. I couldn't believe how much there was! It was so cool! I let the dildo slip out of his asshole, and waited for him to calm down. To my happy surprise, his dick showed no sign of going soft. Without waiting for permission, I climbed on top of him, smearing his warm semen between us, and got his erection into my mouth. Meanwhile, my dripping wet cunt was presented to his mouth. Karl did not disappoint; he started licking like a trooper. He was paying a little too much attention to my pussy and not enough to my clit, but I had a mouthful of cock, so I didn't say anything. I loved having that dick in my mouth, but I wasn't sure I was going to be able to make him come again. Pretty soon it became clear that he would though. His dick seemed to swell and he thrust urgently into my mouth as I sucked hard, jerking off the base of his cock and tickling his asshole. He rewarded my hard work with a squirming, moaning orgasm that filled my mouth with his sticky white come. I had to take matters into my own hands. Letting his now softening wet dick slip out of my mouth, I sat back on my heels and let my fingers do the walking as I squatted over his face. I was really excited at this point; it wasn't going to take much to push me over the edge. Karl's' long and talented tongue snaked down my pussy and up between my ass cheeks, teasing me and drilling up into that special sensitive spot back there. It was too much for me. With Karl's tongue in my ass, I jammed two fingers up my pussy hole and pressed hard on my g-spot as I worked my clit like crazy. I don't usually ejaculate; I have to be really worked up and touched just right, and even then I can't always make it happen. Well, it certainly happened this time: as my orgasm ripped through my body, I let go with what seemed like a never ending stream of hot clear liquid right onto Karl's chest. I came and came. It was insane. I realized that I had been screaming out loud and grinding my ass onto poor Karl's face. He didn't seem to mind too much though. We both needed a shower, but Karl was positively soaked in sex. I taped plastic bags over his hands and helped him into the shower. I washed off and masturbated again while Karl watched; then I got dressed and went downstairs. Mom got home with the groceries while Karl was still in the shower. She asked me what was up, and I told her that Karl had taken a nap, and when he had woken up had insisted that I help him with the shower. "Well you know how boys are" Mom said conspiratorially "In that condition at his age. I do feel sorry for him." Me too Mom, me too.