0 comments/ 15153 views/ 3 favorites Green By: somebodypeople He flexed his fingers in anticipation, his back flat on the bed, muscles twitching. Leather cuffs bound his wrists and ankles. His eyes were closed behind a silk blindfold. "If you want me to slow down, you will say, 'Yellow.' Do you understand?" "Yes, my love." "If you want it to stop, you will say, 'Red.' Do you understand?" "Yes, my love." He inhaled deeply. A candle burned on the bedside table. The air above him smelled of warm leather. A small bottle popped open. Then, he smelled spicy oil as she slicked it onto her hands. She kneaded the flesh under his collarbones, working the oil into his skin. Her fingertips stroked the side of his neck, just up to his earlobe. As her hands glided down his shoulders and back to his chest, a low hum escaped his throat. "Out loud," she warned. "That feels good." The stroking stopped suddenly, and a leather riding crop stung his inner thigh. "Try again." "It feels good, my love." "Good boy." The end of the riding crop came up to caress his face, from his temple down to his chin. Her fingertips glided slowly across his chest, then down the side of his body, and turned back when they reached his hip. His eyes closed as the tension dissipated, and his eyelashes brushed the inside of the blindfold. "Do you like the way that feels?" she asked. "I do, my love." "Then think before you speak." Her fingers left his body, and she took his hand in both of hers. She kneaded the small joints lovingly. Her hot, wet tongue enveloped his middle finger, followed by her lips as she took it into her mouth. She swirled her tongue down and around its length, then pulled it out, leaving it soaking wet. "Turn it over." He obeyed, turning his palm to face the ceiling. Her heels clicked sharply on the floor and she positioned herself over it. "Apologize." She guided his hand up to meet her, then allowed him to continue. He pushed the silky fabric aside to stroke her folds with his middle finger. His cock twitched when he felt her wet, swollen heat. He pushed the finger in and out of her slowly, then removed it to gently stroke her clit. "Good boy." "Thank you, my love." Her heels clicked again as she stepped away from his hand. She fisted her hand in his hair, gently pulling his head back as she leaned over his mouth. She ran the tip of her tongue along his lips. He parted them obediently, and she pressed his face to hers as her tongue entered his mouth. She sucked on his tongue, then nipped at his bottom lip when he needed to breathe. He hardened completely. "Do you want me to make you feel good?" He answered, short of breath, "Please, yes, my love." A drop of sweat ran from his hairline down the side of his face. His cock was straining, and its tip was already wet. His blood burned beneath his skin. She found his ear with her tongue, and he hissed as she licked and sucked on it. She straightened up, quickly releasing his head from her grip to tie her hair back. She knelt on the bed between his legs and stroked the place on his inner thigh where the riding crop had struck. She kissed and licked the reddened skin, then moved her tongue to flick the tip of his cock. She tasted clear, salty fluid and smirked while she ran the backs of her fingernails against his balls. His cock ached. Her tongue and fingers abruptly stopped teasing him. She slid her body forward and took hold of the headboard, kneeling over his head. Without a word, his mouth opened and his tongue glided back and forth through her folds. She dropped down further, allowing his tongue to enter her. "Yesss, pet," she whispered as she tangled her fingers in his hair once more. "Earn it." He lapped at her pussy. She bucked her hips back and forth and lowered herself, her knuckles turning white as they gripped the headboard. His tongue swirled around the opening of her cunt, then dragged the wetness down to her tight, pink asshole. He tongued it hard until she shook, her pussy dripping onto his face. He licked it up, then tilted his chin upwards to capture her throbbing clit with his lips. He sucked hard and she came, groaning and drenching him. He continued to lick her softly as she caught her breath. She released the headboard and stood next to the bed once more. He heard the soft click of a bottle opening as she asked, "Does it please you to make me come?" "It does, my love." "Do you think you've earned your own turn?" She poured some of the lube into the palm of her hand. "That's your decision, my love." She knelt between his legs again. "You're a fast learner," she cooed as she took his erection in her hand, "and you've been a very good boy." She slowly pumped her hand up and down. "Tell me how it feels." "It feels good, love. I don't want you to stop." Her hand continued, and her tongue lapped at the tip of his cock once more. She took his head into her mouth and swirled it around. "That's good, pet. You have my permission to let me know." She cupped his balls in her hand and gently rolled them around. He groaned with pleasure and arched his back. She allowed his cock to glide into her mouth again, rubbing its underside against her tongue as far as he would go. She swallowed several times, massaging his cock with her throat as she palmed his balls and raked them with her fingernails. His toes curled and his legs pulled against the restraints while he moaned. She lifted her head away from him to watch him sweat while her hand pumped his cock. His chest and stomach heaved up and down, gleaming in the candlelight. She kept stroking him as she laid down on the bed, taking one of his balls into her mouth and swirling her tongue around it. She let it fall from her lips with a pop, then engulfed the other. Her teeth lightly grazed his skin and his back arched again. "Do you like it, pet?" "Yes, my love." He fucked her hand as she licked him. As his back arched and his hips were raised, she moved her tongue lower. She pressed the tip of her tongue against his tight entrance, and he moaned. He bucked faster and she licked him harder. Her hands moved to cradle his ass from underneath while she pushed her tongue into his opening. The tight ring squeezed against her tongue. "Oh, fuck," he bellowed. She slapped his inner thigh with her open fingers, hard, making him grunt and his cock jump. "Such a dirty mouth on such a dirty boy." She poured more lube onto her fingers, then pressed one against his tight hole. "Does that feel good, dirty boy?" He hissed through his teeth, but didn't answer. She moved her finger in small circles, pressing it into his ass. She slid it in slowly, then pulled it out for what seemed to be an eternity. She thrust it back in, and he gasped. "Yellow." She pulled her finger out to the first knuckle, then brought her lips up to his ear. "Shhh." She licked his ear hotly as her finger traveled around the rim of his ass. "I'll take care of you, pet. You need to relax." She stroked his hard cock with her free hand. "Open up that tight ass." She put her lips around the head of his cock. His hole yielded. She pressed her finger in deeply, and he sighed. "What do you say, pet?" "Thank you, my love. Touch me there. Please, do it again." His cock hardened even more and began to throb. Her finger gently thrusted in and out of his ass. She dripped more lube onto his hole and eased a second finger next to the first, twisting them against his wet opening. He groaned and stretched his head back. Her fingers opened him wider. His ass relaxed, and she pushed the digits in, stroking and licking his cock as she had done before. She took his cock into her mouth and bobbed her head in rhythm with her fingers. She slowed down and sucked on his head hard before letting it slap against his stomach, her slippery fingers still fucking his ass. "Tell me what you want, pet." She took him in her mouth again and listened. He panted, "I want to come, my love. I want to fuck your throat while you touch me." He thrust into her and his balls began to slap against her chin. "I want to come so hard that you can't pull your fingers out of my ass. I want to watch it." Without another word, she reached up to pull the blindfold from his eyes. She moved back down so that he could fuck her mouth. Her free hand grabbed hold of his balls and tugged while she jammed a third finger into his dripping ass. She pushed her fingers up into him and rubbed against his hot, pulsing inner wall. With her thumb, she kneaded into the flesh just below his balls. It was his undoing. He roared as hot strings of come shot down the back of her throat. She continued to pulse her fingers inside his ass as it clamped down around them hard enough to make them go numb. He bucked his hips up and down as he emptied his balls into her. She swallowed it all while his cock was still lodged in her throat. She pulled back and licked her lips, slowly rotating her fingers in his ass and pulling them out as he sighed softly. "Good boy." Green Apples "Honey! Honey, stop here!" I turned my MP3 player down and stared out the window as my father, Paul, pulled into a driveway, flanked by a homemade wood-and-wire fence. We bumped down the dirt road, heading toward a two-story farmhouse in the near distance. Dark-green leafed trees lined the drive and I examined the reason for our stop. A hand-painted sign out front had touted Red Delicious – Yellow Delicious – Green Apples For Sale and that had sent my mother into fits over fruit breathing in the country air and therefore, was much better for us. Dad pulled the Expedition in at the side of the house, near other parked cars, and we all got out. I hung back, hoping that my mother would all but ignore me and I was glad when she jumped out, running with all the energy of a woman hurrying to a Neiman-Marcus sale. I have to admit that I was impressed myself. Mounded stacks of apples rested in deep wooden cradles with names penned on the cardboard and popsicle-stick signs. Rome, Red Delicious, Jonagold, Golden Delicious, McIntosh, Granny Smith … I grew dizzy over reading all of them and the accompanying descriptions until I met Gala. She wasn't much older than me at 19 and her freckles and pigtails made me think of the Wendy's icon but the smile she gave me didn't make me think about hamburgers and fries. She gave me a wink as she filled the orders of waiting customers, pausing between to bite off large chunks of a green apple that she kept at the back of the register. When she was finished, she came over to me, her eyes twinkling and her teeny boobs nearly falling out of her loosely-tied halter top. "Come for some apples?" "Yeah. My mom's picking them out." She nodded, looking me up and down. "She know much about apples?" I shrugged. "I guess so. I don't know. She shrieked at my dad to turn off here and we did." I gave her my best I'm-horny-and-please-take-pity-on-me smile. "I don't think she knows anything more about apples than what she's learned from Martha Stewart." "Well, that's not all bad. I bet she knows that you don't use Red Delicious apples for an apple pie." She picked up one of the dark red globes, caressing the shiny skin. "You should use something with a tang, like a McIntosh." "I didn't know that." I strolled down the display, eyeing her skinny body and wondering what was underneath those cutoffs. "Oh, so you don't know much about apples, eh?" She shouted something to one of the girls working behind the counter and lifted the counter, joining him in the midst of other customers. "Come with me and I'll give you a tour of the orchard." I waved at my dad, letting him know that I was going with her and soon found myself lost within rows and rows of trees, heavy with ripening fruit and heady with the scent of the rotted ruins. She dashed ahead of me, adept in knowing the geography of the place and I chased after her, laughing my head off, my music long forgotten. I came around a corner, fought my way into a thicket of confederate jasmine and found her waiting, a smile on her face. "If you're lucky, you'll find only green apples in your life." She tugged her elastic top off, freeing her small breasts and I immediately bent, taking one in my mouth. She whimpered softly, running her fingers through my hair, her voice breathy. "Girls who are selective in who they fuck and have nice, tight pussies, tasty like a fresh apple." "You know a lot about green apples?" "Sure have licked a lot." The thought of her with other girls made my cock leap. "Sounds like a party." "Too bad you don't live around here. We'd be partying all the time." I sucked her other nipple, loving how the nipple itself was almost as large as the breast itself and it was hard to pull myself away, even when she reached inside her unzipped shorts and brought out a fingerful of pussy cream. I sucked it off her fingers and dropped to my knees, tugging the shorts off of her small hips and burrowing into her ginger-spiked pussy and using my tongue as a spear. Her slightly salty taste along with the hint of sweat was like manna to me and I ate until she came, sitting on my face and flooding my mouth with her juices. "Fuck, that was good." She whispered, kissing me again and scouring my lips clean of her cream. "Now come and get some." She didn't have to ask me twice. At 22, I'd had other girls but no one as exciting as Gala. I shucked off my jeans and pushed her against the tree again, taking her mouth as my prick sunk into her sloppy wet cunt. She gasped into my mouth as her feet left the ground on my first thrust and I groaned, hitting bottom. The wetness of her warm pussy was breathtaking and I pulled away, lifting her leg and burying my face into her neck as I pumped us toward cumming. I felt her cum a second time and her cunt clamped down on me so tightly, that I had to stop and gather my wits. Gala gave me a weak grin as I started again, slowly sliding in and out and building up speed until we were both grunting and gasping at the same time. I fired off just as she was cumming and the delicious walls of her pussy closed around my throbbing cock, milking every last drop of cum out of me. We collapsed together against the tree, giggling as we enjoyed the sweet tingles of our hard cum together. "There you are!" My mother gave me a big smile when Gala and I came back over to the stand. "We thought you got lost out here!" "No, Mom. I just got a tour. It was really nice." "Well, we'd better get going." I turned to Gala and gave her hand a squeeze. "Thanks for the tour." "No problem." She grinned, then dashed over to the table and turning, tossed me an apple. "Here. Have a Gala for the road." I climbed back into the car, this time, in the driver's seat because it was my turn to drive and I bit deeply into that apple, smiling as I thought it could never be as tasty as the girl that shared its name. Green Bananas Green Berets & Jockstraps GREEN BERETS AND JOCKSTRAPS PART ONE I had a bad feeling. Something was wrong. My Special Forces team stood ready and eager in the plane, about to parachute out the big cargo door over Pukudu Deme. But something is wrong! The moment they opened the C-130's big rear door, and I got my first view of the Pacific island, when the air rushed in with the heat and humidity, a strange uneasiness hit me. Bad feeling! Bad feeling! The Jumpmaster shouted "Go!" and the first man jumped out the door followed by the next and the next and the next, and as the line shuffled quickly to the door, suddenly I saw -- The man ahead of me is naked! The man about to jump out the door was nude -- no helmet, no camouflage Battle Dress uniform, no parachute! Bare skin! What the hell?? I shook my head, and instantly everything was normal -- Hizevsky was fully dressed as he dived out the door, but I was so astonished I almost stumbled out the door after him. Once falling through the sky, the excitement of a military parachute jump took over, and I went through the mental checklist of things to do. When I felt the pull of the canopy opening above me, I looked up to check the lines and grabbed for the toggles that steered it. I looked down. Pukudu Deme spread out below me, a tiny, anchor-shaped island with the crater of an extinct volcano at the far end and white lines of surf leading down to mirror-image, rounded lagoons at the other. Beautiful place. It was deserted, uninhabited, almost unknown, discovered only recently by satellite mapping. Have to come back here sometime with the wife. ***** Our team was on a training mission to survey the tiny place for a clandestine landing strip -- a secret runway, a hidden ace card for any US aircraft in the area that might be in trouble. Pukudu Deme was a very lonely spot in a group of empty volcanic atolls. Completely unknown. No information about it anywhere. And for a National Guard Special Forces team to get the mission was a real honor. The 12 of us looked forward to a two-week "summer camp" of real-world military action. The Air Force put us out over Pukudu Deme at 1,400 feet -- a low-level combat jump. I steered for the landing zone, a wide part of the beach -- 900 feet -- 850 feet -- 800 feet. At 750 feet the heat hit me. Whew! The place is a furnace! 700 -- 650 -- 600 -- 550 -- I got ready for the landing -- 500 -- 450 -- 400 -- 350 -- Beautiful place, really. Flowers everywhere! 300 -- 250 -- 200 -- Get ready! I released my pack, and it fell to the end of the long tether attached to my harness -- 150 -- 100 -- 50 -- Ka-bam! I hit the ground and rolled onto my side. Good landing. In the drop zone. Didn't hit a tree or step in a hole. A landing I can walk away from. Good landing! Man, is this place hot!! I gathered up my chute, put on my pack, and started moving toward the assembly area. Couldn't get over the momentary weirdness back in the plane. What in hell came over me? Must have been from the excitement. By the time I got to the assembly point, I was drenched in sweat. The humidity was awful, but the air had a haunting perfume, a wonderful smell of flowers. But damn, it was hot! ***** I stood at the assembly area counting noses -- everybody accounted for. Ali, my Assistant Team Leader, waved to me, and I walked over to where he stood with McGinnis, the Operations Sergeant. "Captain Tudizzi, the supply drop hit a rock and broke open the container." "Anything damaged?" "The radios, both of 'em. Don't know what else yet." "Both radios? Damn." I wiped the sweat away from my face. "Jeez, this place is hot! Let's get into the shade." The team moved from the beach into the nearby jungle. Ali held up a thermometer. "120 degrees. That's scary. Heat-stroke temps. I saw weather reports just before we left -- a heat-wave over this area." "Well, we don't have any big time pressures. The surveying will take only a day or two. We'll just take it easy -- lot of swimming drills, no mountain-climbing. Get the surveying done in the early mornings." I glanced over at some of the other men sitting under palm trees, looking like an old communist poster for the suffering, sweating working class. A couple had even pulled off their shirts. I muttered out loud, "I don't like losing both the radios. Maybe Collins can fix one of them. Hopefully we won't need them." But then something weird again -- suddenly the men taking shade under the trees were naked! Their uniforms completely gone! Astonished, I shook my head. Everything snapped back to normal. What in hell is happening to me?? Is this from the heat? I got an idea. "Tell you what, guys, let's all take a quick dip in the ocean to cool off!" That brought cheers. We all stripped down for a quick dip -- and then I did see naked bodies, but at least this time I'm not seeing things. Hunky guys. Every man on the team is a real stud! I forced myself to look away. Why am I noticing this now? Never paid attention before. We'd all been in the showers dozens of times. My mouth watered. Damn, what's the matter with me? I've never looked at a man before! I'm married, for hell's sake! I got out of the water and walked back onto the sand. But I couldn't keep turned away. Had to look back. Damn, look at those guys! The muscles! The round butts! I felt my cock hardening. Oh, shit, now what? Damn! My dick stood up hard and proud. How fucking embarrassing! When I came out of the water, the other members of the team started splashing back to the shore, and when I looked back, every one of them had a hard cock, too! Everybody was red in the face, smiling sheepishly. "Looks like everybody's turned on" Hizevsky, the medic. I looked hard at him. At 20, Joe Hizevsky was the youngest man on the team. I had wondered about that when he first joined the team as the medic. My life is going to be in the hands of a 20-year-old kid? But the Special Forces Medic course was the longest in the US Army, and they came out practically surgeons. Hizevsky knew everything about the human body, and he knew every medicinal plant in the book. The guys called him The Sorcerer. I moved behind some trees where my upjutting dong couldn't be seen while I pulled my pants back on -- but I didn't want to put my clothes on again. I stopped with just my jockstrap on. I want to stay naked! Such a rush of arousal swept over me, I couldn't keep my hand off my cock. God, I'm horny!! So turned on I had to fight the impulse to jack off right there, I got a weird idea -- a solution to the heat and the horniness. Yeah! I couldn't resist a couple of strokes over the pouch covering my stiff cock. Wait till I tell them! After a couple of moments, as the naked men walked out of the water, from behind the trees I raised my voice. "Men, in this heat we're going to have stroke and heat prostration problems without some special arrangements." I cleared my throat and took a deep breath. "For the duration of the exercise, the uniform of the day will be jockstraps and boots -- only way to beat the heat!" I stepped from behind the trees, clasping my hands over my head in victory. Dead silence. After a few seconds, though, the shock wore off, and after looking at each other with little smiles, the men got busy getting "dressed." In just their jockstraps. Damn, I was hot. What a group! Fine bodies, fine! Look at those muscles! I was a little disappointed to see all those big cocks being stuffed behind jockstrap pouches, but I loved seeing all that skin. Ali, my second-in-command lay back on some soft bushes. Warrant Officer Joe Ali was African American and Southern Baptist, not Muslim -- his father had changed the family name to Ali as a political statement back in the Sixties. He was a schoolteacher in civilian life. Handsome man. Funny, I never thought that before . . . and in a jockstrap, he 's downright . . . I shook my head. For hell's sake, what's wrong with me? Ali and I had been leaders of the team for several years. I knew his family; he knew mine. Although we had showered together many times, I had never looked at him with sexual thoughts before. What the fuck is happening to me?? I walked off in the opposite direction -- only to see Dozier. Sergeant Al Dozier was a big martial arts expert, my weapons sergeant, the other black guy on the team. Tough guy. Had a few scrapes with the law. Worked construction as a civilian. Couldn't help myself -- I stared. Dozier was 6'5", 250 pounds, and built like an M-1 tank. What's come over me? What have I done? I shook my head, trying to clear my thoughts. I've never looked at men this way before! Now I'm almost drunk! And wait till they hear back at Headquarters that I let everybody run around in jockstraps! I turned away in yet another direction. There I found Hizevsky, our young medic, lying back in the foliage. Looking up at me with lust in his eyes. Posing like a magazine model. I licked my lips as I looked at the bulge in his jockstrap. For such a young guy, he's really hung! I was so horny I felt like yanking off my supporter and declaring that all men would walk around naked. I bit my lip to keep my mouth shut. Something is playing with my mind! I liked Hizevsky's jock. A swimmer's model. Thin straps. I like that -- bares more skin. I looked back at Dozier, who was striding through the jungle toward me. Magnificent. The bull. He was staring at me, and I realized I was breathing hard. Damn, look at that jock pouch swell up! His cock is thrusting up over the waistband. Couldn't tear my eyes away. Black as ebony. I can see it throbbing from here! When it grew hard enough that his foreskin slid back from the head, it was shiny and wet. Wish I could see all of that big thing! As if he read my mind, Dozier reached down and pulled the pouch aside. I saw it. Stunning. A stallion. A monster bobbing in the air with every step. Then I could read his mind. I knew what he wanted. I knew what he was coming for. And something in me snapped. I sank to my knees in the sand as Dozier walked up, and I opened my mouth to suck in that big, drooling thing. I spread my jaws wide around the huge, hot, mind-blowing cock! Oh, yeah! I grunted like a pig as I sucked it, and my hands gripped the huge shaft -- My god, both hands! Can't close my fingers around it! Dozier grabbed my head and rammed his cock down my throat, almost choking me. But with my heart pounding in my chest, I didn't care! I couldn't say a word -- mouth and throat full of his meat -- but I grunted with lust, my brain on fire. Yeah! Yeah, ram that big thing down me, all the way down my throat! Fuck my throat! FUCK MY FACE! In a very short time, after only a few lunges, Dozier cummed, and a boiling gush shot down my throat. And his orgasm spread to me! My own cock spurted my jizz in long blasts into my jockstrap, and long, white drools of it soaked through the mesh to slither to the sand. Dizzy, almost blacked out from the ecstasy, I fell back, and Dozier's big cock slipped from my mouth. Streams of his cum ran from the corners of my lips. I gulped air into my lungs -- and the rest of his jizz down my throat. I lay before him, moaning in pleasure -- God, oh, God . . . never felt anything like it . . . I got off from sucking another man's cock . . . but gradually I came to. My god, what have I done?? I'm a US Army captain, and I just gave a blowjob to a sergeant -- in the presence of all my men! I opened my eyes. None of my men were watching. All around me the team was in an orgy! The bigger men were paired with the smaller ones, the shorter guys sucking their cocks, their eyes closed, everybody horny as sailors, the jungle full of men kissing and groping each other in the bamboo thickets This is getting out of control! Farther back in the foliage, other members of the team engaged each other in more serious competition. Not only did I see blowjobs, I saw Special Forces cocks going up Green Beret asses. They've gone all the way! I should have been disgusted . . . but I was jealous! When Ali walked over to me, he wore a grim smile. "Interesting command technique, Captain Tudizzi." I was still breathing hard, and I was still hot. His eyes, too, were dark, dilated in lust. I wanted more. I lay back on the ground, spread my legs, and lifted them in the air. "Got another technique you'll like. A performance test." Without another word, Ali dropped onto me, mounted me, and pulled aside the elastic straps blocking his aim at my asshole. Then he aligned his big cockhead, and YEEOWTCH! Jesus Fucking Christ!! He's ramming an M-16 barrel up my ass! But I didn't scream. Didn't let myself yell anything. I was the commanding officer, after all. Bad example for my men. I took Ali's huge cock up my virgin ass, biting my lip so hard it bled. But I got every last inch. His cockhair ground into my pelvis. I love it! I was so hot, so horny, once the first pain faded away, it turned into the most exhilarating feeling I ever had, and it built up to an pleasure so strong it was almost an orgasm without cumming! It got through to my cock, though, and I went over the falls -- I sputtered more of my jism into my jockstrap pouch. Oh, man, this is crazy! Two orgasms in 10 minutes! And something else: my cock was cooling down, but my asshole still sizzled in the ecstasy of being fucked. Ali kept me floating on a cloud of pleasure all the way to his own cumming, and when he busted a nut in my ass, I felt it -- and the idea that he was cumming in me drove me into yet another ejaculation! He lay on me, both of us panting and sweating. His mouth close to my ear, he whispered, "Fine ass, Captain. Ultra-fine." He paused, took in a breath. "Captain Tudizzi, something is wrong here. Mass hypnosis, maybe. We're all fuck-drunk." I looked around. The whole team was in an orgy of fucking. No sooner did Ali get up off me than another man -- Collins, the radio man -- pulled my slimy jock pouch aside and started licking my cock, sucking up my jizz, cleaning it, making me hard again. And as my cock went down his throat, I saw Ali join in as the men changed partners -- moving to someone else or another sexual act as soon as they got an orgasm. After Collins finished his licking my cock, I joined in with the rest, and gradually the men of my Special Forces team moved into a line of six men on their backs with another six mounted on them, fucking like there was no tomorrow. My cock thrust into the asshole of every man on my team, and when I was on my back, one after the other of my men shot his jizz up my ass. At first the beach had filled with groans of agony as virgin rectums stretched around big Green Beret cocks, but in every case our faces gradually relaxed from grimaces of pain into the sloe-eyed, open-mouthed, drug-addict expressions of ecstasy. God, what a thrill! I love being fucked up the ass! At one point, totally fucked out, I lay on the beach, panting, exhausted, barely able to raise my head. Hizevsky dropped to the ground beside me. "Captain," he gasped, "I think we have a problem." I looked down. "With a cock that big, you have no problem." "That's what I mean, sir. We're all fuck drunk." I was beginning to get my hardon back. "Yeah. Ali told me. Why is that bad?" "It's getting stronger and stronger. Look at Dozier. He has now fucked every single man on the team at least once. And he's starting over." He rolled over to look at me. "Captain, that's 12 orgasms in two hours!" Nice cock. Hizevsky's hard again already. I reached out for it, and when I touched him, he purred. He liked it. But he shook his head to clear his thoughts. "You see, Captain? We're not coming out of it -- Ooh, yeah, squeeze me . . . squeeze it there!" I rolled toward him and bent down to his crotch. "So what's causing it?" I opened my mouth and took his big cock between my jaws, using my lips and tongue to push back his foreskin. Hizevsky moaned deep in his chest. Fighting to keep focused, he looked into my eyes. "The flowers. We're breathing the flowers -- ah, god, you got a hot mouth! -- Flower are like -- oh, yeah, ungh! -- Brazilian Iaieihonia . . . they cause hallucinations -- Oh, Jesus GOD!" His hips trembling, Hizevsky's cock gushed a hot load of sperm into my mouth, and I gulped it down like a man dying of thirst. Fuck, I'm horny, and I love Hizevsky's jizz. Where does it get that sweet taste? And it hit me: I had blown every man on the team more than once. I could recognize some of them by the taste of their sperm. Momentarily exhausted, Hizevsky rolled onto his back. Breathing hard, he looked up at me. "Captain, it's the flowers! They're some kind of Iaieihonia!" Seeing me rolling over to mount him, he raised his legs and spread them. "But they make us sex-crazed . . . if we don't do something to stop the -- Ooomph! God, you're big! Ram that big log in deep, you big bastard!" My hips lunged against the healthy, muscular young man, my cock thrilling in the tight tunnel of his hard meat. But somewhere, in some unused space in my fuck-fevered brain, I knew it was true: We've got to get ourselves under control! If Hizevsky's right, we could fuck ourselves to death! A few minutes time later a blast of thunder rolled through the sky, and raindrops spattered over my face. As the rain washed the Iaieihonia fumes out of the air, I could think clearly again. It's washing the lust out of my brain! I had finished with Hizevsky by then, and I looked over at him. "Shit! We need to get out of here." "Well, at least the rain washes it away." "We've got to do something while it's raining! Before the scent comes back!" But what? We had no radios -- and when I asked Collins if he could make one radio out of the pieces of two, he said in panting breaths, "I could fix it, but I'd rather feel my captain's big piece of meat stretching my asshole!" And who could resist such an invitation? I positioned Collins like a four-legged radio bench, then plugged myself into him as I twisted the dials of his nipples, jolting him with wavelengths as we both searched for our favorite station. My men and I fucked ourselves into exhaustion for the rest of the day and into the night. Green Berets & Jockstraps PART TWO The next morning, as an early rainstorm washed the white streaks from my chest and loosened the cum matted in my crotch-hair -- I could finally think straight. I raised my voice. "Men! Men, we've got a serious problem--" --"Hey, Captain, I got jus' the solution for your problem . . . c'mon over here and settle that tight asshole over my big huntin' dog here--" "Ozaque, shut the fuck up! This is still the goddamned US Army!" And damn, look at Ozaque's crotch-salute. Fine cock, straight as an arm! Good meat! I'm going to go sit on that thing as soon as I'm finished here. I shook my head. Got to keep my thinking straight! "Men! We're under the influence of a powerful aphrodisiac!--" --Catcalls, yells, whoops. "Yeah, yeah, I love it!" "More, more!" Let's bottle the stuff!" "Ah don' need no afro-dizzy-ack!" Ozaque, the moron! When we get out of here, I'm going to bust him down to PFC! -- after I sit on that big cock. God, it's handsome! No, no!! Dammit! Got to keep my thoughts straight! "Men, Hizevsky tells me we may be under the influence of the Iaieihonia flowers!--" --"How you say that, 'Yay-horny'? Hey, that's mah national flower! Gonna wear that in my hair from now on!" That fucking idiot! "Men, our only hope is to take turns in teams!-- --"Yeah, yeah, team-fucking!--" --"No, you stupid bastards! Somebody's got to get food and water for us, or we'll die! When the rain's on us, it clears the air enough that you can think straight -- if you force yourself to!" I raised my voice to a yell. "This is an order! Beginning with the next rainstorm, two-man teams will fetch MRE packets from the supply drop and canteens of water from the lake, AND YOU WILL SERVE THEM TO THE OTHER MEN!" That shut them up, but everybody was still stroking, keeping hard, waiting for the rain to stop. "You will go in twos in alphabetical order! In the next rain, Adams and Beria will bring food and water! In the next storm, Chapman and Dozier." By then the rain had stopped. Ozaque's cock was bobbing at me, tempting me, beckoning me. Can't stand it any more! I straddled him, then sank to my knees, burying his cock in my ass, stretching my hole out to the horny O, and I groaned as I felt Ozaque's cock nuzzle my prostate. It's all I can do. We're helpless. Fuck-drunk. If I can keep us from starving and dying of thirst, we may make it through the two weeks -- doing nothing but sucking and fucking each other. YEAH! Ozaque's big balls unloaded in my guts, and I rumbled in my chest, out of my head with the pleasure of getting his sperm. He turned me on so much I shot my own slime all over his chest, a couple of spurts hitting him in the face. The system worked. When the next rainstorm settled in over the island, Adams and Beria trotted off. They came back with armloads of MRE packs and canteens, and the team took time out from sperm-pumping to eat and drink. We may survive this. If we can hang on just another 13 days, they'll come for us. ***** That evening, with my cock sunk deep in Stender's gripping ass, so hot I almost passed out on his back, the rainstorm began. As my mind cleared, and I began trying to think of ways to survive, I happened to glance toward the beach. A large native war canoe was pulling into the lagoon. Ah-hah, so this place is not quite as unknown as they thought. I watched as the canoe pulled up to the shore. Big men jumped out. Bones in their noses. Necklaces of whalebone and shark teeth. Ornamental warrior tattoos. Savage war paint. I wished it would start raining. But it didn't. The leader, whose body was painted in red mud, wore a penis-sheath, an ornately painted gourd over his cock and balls -- and it had a long, long stalk at the top. I hope that's functional, not just a long ornament. What in hell is wrong with you?? You're drooling over the cock of a savage native! But by then, they were close. I had a hunger for men. I licked my lips. I could see some of their cocks. Big ones, thick. Size of my wrist. Uncut, all of them! I was so close to my orgasm, my hips continued thrusting into Stender's butt, and he kept tightening his asshole around my shaft, lunging back at me -- although he, too, watched the newcomers striding through the jungle to us. Even when the huge savages stood over us, I couldn't stop -- too close, almost there -- but I looked back . . . The leader of the group, the man covered with red mud, had pulled off his penis-sheath -- God! A fucking horse! -- and he was wrapping some leaves around his cock -- the native version of a condom! -- I knew what he intended, and my asshole was aching for it! I also noticed a Yay-horny flower on the condom-wrap. This can't be good. He knelt behind me, and when I felt him mount, I let out a long groan. Yes! Oh, god, YES!! His big, leaf-wound cock spread my asshole painfully, wonderfully wide, and Oh, my god! I looked back over my shoulder. I'm being fucked by a savage! It was like being skewered on a whiskey bottle -- stretched so far the pain set me on fire with 90-proof stimulation and an almost an out-of-body experience. I don't know if I continued my thrusts into Stender -- I lost control of my body. I was a piece of meat, a male hole wowing around the most incredible penis I could imagine. Blew me out of my mind. Mindless. No will of my own. I fell against Stender, limp and powerless, overcome by the native cock, a limp rag of male meat slung at the end of it. My orgasm was indescribable -- don't know if I cummed or not. The ecstasy was so goddamned intense, it took over my whole body, past the feeling in the balls, past the feeling in the cock, like a giant hurricane of pleasure roaring over the little thunderstorm of ejaculation. All I knew was that I had met my master. The big, black cock in my ass had taken over my body like a new brain. Didn't feel him cum in me. Couldn't feel anything but the white-hot ecstasy. Felt him pull out, though. Like my heart dragged out of my body! Emptied! Abandoned! Vacant! I looked dully back over my shoulder. The big cock was slimy with my juices, and then I felt a big river of something hot running out of my ass and over my thighs. And it hit me: The leaves! The Yay-horny leaves covering his cock are gone! I gulped. They're still up my ass! Weak, barely able to move, I looked around. The other natives were fucking other members of the team. Each of them with a leaf-condom. And when they pulled out, each of my men gushed native-jizz out of his ass -- with the leaves still stuffed inside him. Oh, shit, what does this mean? I stood up weakly, but I could do nothing but watch the ravishment of my men. None of them complained or struggled -- the ones yet to be fucked stroked their cocks as they watched the others submitting to the natives. I marveled at how the savages -- only four of them -- went from man to man, fucking each soldier with Yay-horny leaves, never losing his erection, and never failing to leave each of my men gasping, groaning, wallowing on the ground in mindless ecstasy. I fought to think clearly. Wrong . . . has to be . . . wrong . . . got to stop it . . . When the natives had fucked all my men, the big one, the one who had fucked me, walked over to me, and I stood up straight. I tried to yell, but my voice was a wheeze. "No, stop this . . . can't do this . . . " God, I sound like a drunk! And when the big native, smelling of pig grease and sweat, got close to me, the sight of his big cock took over my mind. Can't describe it any other way -- his cock controlled my body. Everything. No matter what I wanted, I obeyed his cock. I knew it wanted to get into my ass again, and my asshole clenched and flexed eagerly. Couldn't stop myself. I turned around, spread my legs, and bent over, hands on my knees. Before he sank it in, I noticed his cock had no Yay-horny leaves. Guess he doesn't need them -- I'm fuck-leafed now. As the big cock sank into my ass, it burned like fire, but by then I l had learned to love the pain like the stinging taste of jalapeños on a steak, and I moaned in ecstasy. And again, like the first time, the native's big, black fuckrod gave me something different. The pain spread out into a burning glow that spread deep into me, centered on his thrusting cock. My whole body turned into an orgasm! With just a couple of strokes, he ignited me into a blaze of pleasure, out of my mind as he fucked me to his climax, grunting like a pig as his jizz spurted into me. When he pulled out, my ass leaked the usual streams of his sperm, but the Yay-horny leaves are still up my ass! As he walked away, I tried to shit three or four times, but nothing came out, and the warm glow in my ass did not go away. I fell to the ground, weak, pleasured, fucked-out. All my men were also on the ground. Helpless. Moaning with pleasure. Hizevsky was nearby and crawled over to me. "Sir, what . . . can we do . . ." He was panting, his eyes vacant, drugged. "The one got me . . . knew some English . . . said he 'pregnated' me . . . They 'pregnated' us.'" "What's . . . that mean?" "What they call it 'pregnating' . . . Yay-horny leaves . . . up your ass . . . dissolve into your guts . . . and you change . . . " Dear god, they're in me. Dissolved into me. Permanent Yay-horny leaves in my guts! I was scared, but I could barely keep my thoughts straight! "Hizevksy . . . what changes?" ". . . He said . . . become woman . . . still get hardon . . . but from now on . . . climax . . . only in the ass . . ." Oh, my god! We've got to escape! But when I looked up, I was surprised to see all the natives leaving us alone! Marching back to their war-canoe! They pushed it out into the surf, and I watched as they disappeared around the point. What? They make us all helpless, then leave us alone? I was in a hell of a state. Breathing the fumes of Yay-horny, I was in a constant state of arousal. With the Yay-horny leaves up my ass, I walked around constantly drunk. And naked. Don't know where I threw my jockstrap. I called the men to a formation. What a sight. All of us were 'pregnated.' Every man naked, constantly stroking his never-ending hardon. Hizevsky stood near me. "Priapism . . . constant erection . . . fucks up your blood pressure . . . Dangerous . . . " His voice was like a zombie. I looked down. Hizevsky, too, had a hard, upjutting cock, and he was mindlessly stroking it just like the rest -- just like me. I was about to try to issue some commands, try to organize some way of notifying HQ to get us out of there, but my mind was slurred. Couldn't think. I looked around, and every man of us had changed from a healthy American soldier to a cock-hungry slut, begging each other for a fuck. And I couldn't help myself. I fell into it -- humping each other, using our deadstick hardons to fuck our buddies in return for the same favor. Living only for a hard cock up the ass. That went on for the rest of the night and through the next day. When I saw the native war-canoe paddling back into the lagoon, I was actually glad to see them. Maybe that big guy will fuck me again! They marched up to us, looking at us like cattle. They pulled us after them and loaded us onto their canoe. And we were cattle. Horny cattle. Eager. Hoping. Begging to be fucked. When we arrived at their island, maybe a half-hour's rowing away -- we saw our destiny: Fuck-slaves for the men -- spreading our legs eagerly for any man of the tribe who wanted us. Couldn't help it. Only their cocks plowing our asses would relieve us of the terrible craving gnawing at us. I sucked gallons of native cum from dozens of tribal cocks, all in the hopes of getting the bastards to fuck me. Slave-labor for the women -- digging furrows for the plantains. Setting the fishing nets. Washing their clothes, such as they were. Couldn't help but lick the crotches of the loincloths. Feeding the pigs. And they fed us from the slop they gave to the pigs. We drank water wherever we could find it. We were out of the clouds of Yay-horny vapor on Pukudu Deme, and we could think more clearly -- but the Yay-horny leaves in our guts left us with a terrible, overwhelming craving for sex. Jacking off wouldn't help. Only an ass-fucking could cool the terrible fires. When no one was doing us, all we could do was lie around in miserable, frustrated arousal. One afternoon as Hizevksy and I lay in the shade, clenching our assholes, fighting the urge to ram one of the filthy corncobs from the pig-slip up our butts (and die of infection). He looked over at me. "That one guy, Jafok, the one who knows a little English, told me they have a celebration coming up." I looked over, wondering if a blowjob would get him to fuck me. No. He can't get off from a blowjob. "Who's Jafok?" Hopeless question. I didn't give a shit about the answer. "The native who first fucked me. Turns out he went to some missionary school on some island or other. Knows a little English." I didn't care about conversation. All I could think of was some way of getting Hizevsky to fuck me. "What celebration is coming up?" I didn't care about any celebration. I just hoped he would focus on "coming up" and get horny for me. "When their boys reached 18, their Manhood Ritual is to conquer an enemy and then fuck him. That means he gets to beat up a slave and then fuck him." I looked up. "Hey, maybe they'll choose me. I could use a good fucking." "There's more: the teenager fucks the slave, and his father joins in -- they both fuck the slave at once, both in the slave's asshole at once." "Damn." My asshole slammed shut in terror. Hizevsky looked into the distance. "He said it's usually fatal. The slave dies of internal bleeding." He turned to look back at me. "The tribe then eats the body of the slave. They're cannibals." "My god!" ***** None of them tried to kill us, though. We were slaves. Begging the men to fuck us. Nothing was so humiliating as finding myself crouching down for a slender teenager, barely an 18-year-old kid, feeling him slap my ass and kick me, and all the time I was hopelessly panting for him to do anything he wanted as long as I would get his little dick up my ass! Some of the young men were so scared they couldn't get an erection. And then, gnashing my teeth, I had to suck the kid's dick until it was hard enough, then pray he stayed hard long enough for me to impale myself on him. But it always got me. Every time, the wonderful, incredible ecstasy a native cock could ignite in me spread through my body. And I always clenched my eyes shut in shame -- but part of the ecstasy was the deep humiliation. I'm a 195-pound Kung-fu Blackbelt, and I'm begging to be fucked by an 18-year-old kid! We were slaves. Zombie fuck-slaves. Late one night I lay in the mud trying to sleep. Hizevksy was nearby. "I wonder how," I said quietly, "the natives don't get drunk on Yay-horny when they go to Pukudu Deme." "Jafok told me. Told me the men eat Eoj H'tmis before they go over there." "What's that?" Hizevksy rolled over to face me. "Stick that big cock in my ass, and I'll tell you." Damn, I lose. He's got the better poker hand. He rose to his hands and knees, and I mounted him. He purred and moaned as I started plowing him, but my cock -- hard and throbbing -- felt like I was fucking him with a leg that had gone to sleep. I bent down to his ear. "So tell me! What is Eoj H'tmis?" "Oh, yeah, you big fucker -- you know what I like! Hit my button, hit my button! Yeah! God, oh, god, you're the best! I feel that big cock all the way up to my skull!" "Hey, shithead, answer my question, or I'll stop!" Too late. Hizevsky was cumming, spurting his jizz into the mud, and the sight of it set me on fire. As he went limp in ecstasy, I shoved him to the side before he could smack down into his sperm, and I bent down to it, licking and slurping up another man's semen from the mud. I couldn't pass up Hizevsky's jizz. The flavor was haunting and sweet. He rolled over, still panting. "Eoj H'tmis is some sacred herb that grows on the other side of the atoll." He saw my look. "Slaves are never allowed over there. Never. On pain of death." He paused then added, "And on pain of being eaten." A midnight rainfall pattered down into our pen, but I didn't need the rain to clear my mind anymore. My thoughts were only too clear. I curled up in the fetal position and sobbed. We'll never get out of here. We'll never get up the will to stop fucking and escape. The Army will never find us. We'll die here. Rotting away from some tropical disease or outright executed. Then eaten by cannibals. It hit me; I knew it was true: I will die here. I gnashed my teeth. Cried myself to sleep. ***** The days we spent as slaves for the cannibals were spent in backbreaking work for the women and delirious ecstasy from the men in the evenings when they returned from fishing. All of us begged for the attentions of Senip, the chief. "He's a disgustin' man, no two ways about it, but that huge cock o' his hurts so bad, ah cain't tell if ah'm gonna die of the pain or the pleasure." Ozaque said what we all felt. If Senip picked me, I knew I would be bowlegged the next day, but his giant cock -- stretching my guts so tight they were a cellophane wrap around his dong -- brought me such pleasure I was putty in his hands. Gradually we learned the cannibals' names for fucking positions. Senip often did the Em k'uf on me, a position in which he started out fucking me doggy-fashion, and when his mighty cock had thrust into me, stretching my screaming asshole wider than a beer can, he grabbed my shoulders and pulled me up and back, and I fell back on him as he fell back on the ground, the weight of my body driving his huge cock in even deeper. I think if I did not have the turbo-sexuality of the Yay-horny leaves in my ass, I could have died from the pain. But instead it was like being burned alive in a volcano of lust! Rolled onto my back, squirming in his grip, impaled on that giant cock, my head was about at the level of his -- and as the titanic power of the orgasm he always started in my ass shuddered over me, I couldn't help but turn my head and open my mouth for his kiss. Senip liked that. His teeth were rotten, and his breath was foul, but in spite of the nausea, I was his: the deep humiliation of kissing him was knowing I was surrendering my manhood to this stinking savage. But I couldn't care -- his giant cock melted me into a white-hot ecstasy. Senip usually fucked me into such a bliss I passed out. When I came to, I was always lying in the mud where he had shoved me, his jizz leaking out of my ass, my mind a blur. Everything about me hated him -- but my asshole loved him. My asshole was the real slave to him. One night I crept over to where Ali was sleeping. "Wake up!" When he looked up at me, I hissed a low voice: "You know what today is? The helicopters will come from the USS Bojwahl to pick us up tomorrow!" Green Berets & Jockstraps "I don't want to hear about it. We're stuck here. No escape. You're making it worse." "Ali, look at me. We've got a chance. It's a slim one, but if we can just force ourselves to think straight, we might make it." Ali rose up on his elbow, listening. "Tomorrow Senip's kid turns 18. That means that ceremony Hizevsky told us about. One of us is going to get fucked by Senip and his son at once." Ali's eyes stared into the distance. "Yeah, on one hand, I pity the poor guy. Won't be able to walk or even shit for days, but imagine the feeling -- Senip's cock and somebody else's in your ass at the same time!" "Ali, come on! Stay with me, man!" I grabbed his arm, but as I did, he reached up, grabbed the back of my neck, and pulled me down into a kiss. Yeah! Ali, you're the man! And before I knew it, he had scooted around and spread his legs around me. All I had to do was roll over, rise onto my knees, and my cock automatically sank into his hot ass. Damn, I've been tricked into fucking again! "Oh, yeah!" Even though I couldn't cum from my cock, it felt so fine to ram my meat up his hot guts. And Ali was writhing in pleasure. I plowed him until he stiffened and his white Proof of Completion shot out onto his belly. Then, while he lay purring in his afterglow, I went on: "Okay, you know all the warriors will be gathered around, drinking and clapping. That's our chance to slip away!" Ali looked up at me, his eyes half-shut. "Ah, Captain, yours is the best . . . your cock fits every space in my body . . . " I slapped his face. "Listen to me!" "Captain Tudizzi, it makes no difference . . . where could we go? Swim away?" "We'll steal a war-canoe--" --"And paddle it back to Pukudu Deme? Going there is what got us into this in the first place!" "No! We paddle back close to Pukudu Deme, but we stay offshore! When the Navy helicopters come for us and don't find us waiting, they'll circle the island looking for us. We'll flag them down from the canoe!" "They can't land in the water." "So they'll have to pull us up with rescue lines. Ali, this can work!" Ali lowered his legs as I pulled out. No jizz leaked from his ass -- I couldn't cum from just the stimulation on my cock. He looked at me sadly. "Captain, what about the man who is the main act in the ceremony? He won't get away." "I've thought about that. Senip likes me -- I kiss him." Ali shuddered, and it hit me that I was the one who really got into the humiliation part. "I'm pretty sure he'll choose me for his son. While I'm entertaining them both, you guys can get away." "That means you'll be stuck here." "I've thought about that, too, but it's our only chance. The only way you guys will ever get out of here. That's all I want to say about it." I stood up. "Now go tell the others. We've got to be together on this, and we've got to be ready! Everybody has to force himself to think straight long enough to get away!" Ali crawled away into the darkness. I fell back and once more cried myself to sleep. PART THREE At sunrise the next day we heard the chants and songs of the tribe. The manhood rite of the chief's son. None of the women came to call us to work -- it was party time. The songs went on all day, gradually covered with the whoops and yells of the drunken. Finally we heard the whoops coming closer. Drunken warriors staggered into the slave pen, some of them slipping in the mud, and Chief Senip looked around for the slave who would serve as his son's "conquest." He looked from side to side. Oh, shit. If he doesn't pick me, the deal is a bust! I can't be the one to escape and leave one of my men here! I broke out in a sweat. I would have dropped to my knees to beg him, but I figured the protocol had to be something like the son's conquest of a "noble opponent." We waited silently. And he picked me. Warriors grabbed me and carried me out of the pen and into the jungle, into some sacred, ceremonial clearing where they threw me to the ground before Senip. His son stood proudly beside him, glowering down at me. As I rose to my knees, he kicked me in the face, knocking me back. The little shit! The kid was 18 but a skinny, stunted little runt -- eating human flesh apparently doesn't aid growth. But worse was to come: Senip handed him an ornately carved war club, and the little bastard hit me in the face with it! Again I fell back, and as I rose to my elbows, the crowd of men cheered, and Senip slapped his son on the back. Apparently he had "conquered the enemy." Then, with great ceremony, the "new warrior" lay back on a thick mat decorated with figures in combat. His loincloth was ceremoniously pulled back to reveal a hefty cock. Well hung for a young kid. A good six or seven inches, and thick -- like his father's. Two of the men dragged me to where the son lay with his legs together. As we approached, he reached down to pull back his foreskin. Nice cock. Big, bulbous head. Shiny and wet. The men pulled my legs apart then lowered me down over it, and although I was used to taking bigger organs than that, one of the men hit me in the side of the head to make me cry out -- an appropriate sound as the conquered enemy is impaled on the victor's cock. The kid started humping up into me, and again, for the thousandth time, my body betrayed me. Damn, it felt good! He had an appreciable cock, and my craving asshole was instantly buzzing. I heard grunts of approval from the onlookers as the chief's son proceeded to further conquer the enemy. Then I heard whoops and hand-clapping, and I looked back. Oh, shit! Senip stood behind me, stark naked, his horse-cock hard as rock, jutting out in front of him like a construction derrick. Oh, god, this isn't going to work! I can take the kid easy enough, but the father and the son both?? And it hit me: this is the part where I die, my asshole split open, bleeding to death, then eaten by a tribe of goddamned cannibals! I glanced around quickly. All my men were gone -- moving back in the crowd and disappearing back into the jungle. Good. Then I was pissed. No matter what happens, I'm not going to give these bastards the pleasure of hearing me scream! A warrior was slathering some sort of slimy green cream over Senip's cock and another sloshed some of the stuff over my butt and the joining of the son's cock and my asshole. I saw flower petals in the slime as he scooped it from a bowl. Yay-horny! A lube made from Yay-horny! Oh, shit. Senip squatted down and mounted me -- his kid in me from the front and the chief taking me doggy-style. Senip's cock was such a monster, I had never been able to take him without pain -- the first time he fucked me, I thought I was going to die. And when he started cramming into me, shoving in that giant cock over the fully-lodged dick of his son, I learned a new definition of pain. Yah, god, that hurts!! A red haze clouded my vision, and I couldn't breathe! A native spear thrust into my belly could not have hurt worse! But I bit my lip -- gnashed my teeth on it so hard, I tasted blood -- and I kept myself from screaming! I took it. He spread my asshole out to a size that felt like I could take a bowling ball, and I heard him drunkenly grunting the war chant, to the cheers and whoops of the onlooking men. My asshole hurt so bad, I knew it had been split open. I was glad I couldn't see back there -- I knew I was bleeding. The pain was so terrible I had to fight to stay conscious -- the fuckers would not get the satisfaction of seeing me faint! And as the father and son started thrusting in and out of the writhing slave, my body turned on me in the ultimate betrayal -- I never thought it would happen; thought the pain would go on until I finally died -- but gradually the hell-fires of the agony burned back until -- I couldn't believe it! -- I felt the pleasure rolling in! Then a tsunami of ecstasy rolled over me! An orgasm so titanic it stung every cell in my body and turned me into a ball of human joy. I floated out of the world, above the grunting, struggling men raping me, swimming through a sea of pleasure. Vaguely I felt my cock shooting long, boiling streams of my cum, and through the roar in my ears I could hear the cheers of the men around us: the conquered enemy had surrendered his essence to the chief and his son. I never felt such pleasure, such bliss! I was in a constant, nonstop, full-roaring orgasm for as long as Senip and his son fucked me. And suddenly I was glad! Glad to be Senip's toy! Glad to have that big dong in me! Glad to bring his son into manhood! My miserably stretched asshole and my hot, swollen guts were so hypersensitive and fevered, I could feel their hot jets of sperm gushing up into me, and I exulted in it, loved it! Oh, yeah, you big studs! Give me your sperm! Pump me full of it! Breed me! Impregnate me! Couldn't believe what I was thinking. But it was true -- I had no greater desire than to be the fuck-slave of these giant men! They had conquered me. A phalanx of male superiority had thrust through my asshole and brought me to a lower level. I was a servant, a slave, their cum-slut. And I loved it -- their cocks in my ass had turned me into a supernova. I never wanted to come down. I don't know how long they fucked me. I lost track of time. Might have been hours. All I knew was that I was a male hole raised to the highest level of pleasure in the universe, and all I wanted was for them to fuck me for the rest of my life. Nothing else mattered. So when Senip finally pulled out and stood up, I felt like I had come rushing back to earth without a parachute. In a daze, I realized they wanted me to get up off the kid, but I was truly, totally fucked out, a limp piece of meat flopped on the son's chest, the kid's cock still up my ass. The onlookers laughed and cheered, and hands grabbed and me and dragged me back, pulling the son's cock out of my ass. Then I was emptied. Vacated. Abandoned. And the pain began to return. The men pulled me to my feet, but my asshole was so sore, I stood bowlegged, panting, light-headed, fighting to stay conscious. The tribe cheered. I had been conquered. And it was true. I wanted nothing more in life than to squat down and be fucked by those two. I would do anything they wanted. They could do anything they wanted to me. As long as they would fuck me. As long as I could feel those two big cocks stretching my ass into an eternity of ecstasy. Tears ran from my eyes. I had been broken, and I knew it. I was no longer a real man. I was a cum-slut. I heard thunder. Don't need a rainstorm to clear my thoughts now. I'm thinking too clearly. My only thought is that I'm a cum-slut and that I want the chief and his son to fuck me again. I cried. God damn it! God damn everything!. But the thunder gradually developed a strange, whooping sound, and the natives began looking up into the sky. I looked up, too, astonished to see there were no clouds! A US Navy CH-46 helicopter was moving in fast, flying at a low level over the sea, and when it reached the atoll, it swooped up to hover over the village. The cannibals scattered like a flock of pigeons -- the helicopter was a big one, a dual-rotor chopper they called a "Sea Knight." I stood alone, tottering weakly in the middle of the ceremonial area. The helicopter landed in the clearing, its propwash blowing the roofs off the village huts. From the open door of the helicopter, a man in blue coveralls beckoned to me, and I staggered over, my ass on fire, barely able to walk. When I was close enough, the sailor grabbed me and pulled me up, through the door. As the rotors picked up and we left the ground, one of the cannibal warriors leaped out from behind a hut and threw a spear! It struck the thigh of the sailor rescuing me, and he let out a scream. Then I heard the budda-budda-budda of the door gunner's machine-gun, and a line of 30-caliber slugs marched through the mud to the warrior and chopped him into bloody hamburger. Once off the ground, the chopper turned and swept out over the ocean. A Navy medic moved over to the wounded sailor, and someone jerked the spear from his thigh and tossed it onto the floor. I picked it up. The spear-point was wrapped in green leaves, and a Yay-horny blossom was attached further down the shaft. Yay-horny! They got him with a Yay-horny spear! I looked down at the sailor. Not a bad wound, really, but deep enough that he probably got Yay-horny in his bloodstream. I plucked off the blossom. I wanted a souvenir. I tossed the spear out the door. The military's learning about Yay-horny could do none of us any good. Farther back in the cargo bay was the rest of my team, still naked. Ali ran up and hugged me. The roar of the engines and the wind rushing in the door made speech almost impossible, but he yelled, "Captain, damn, it's good to see you! Soon as the helicopter found us, we made it go back to the cannibals' atoll to get you!" "Captain!" Yelled one of the sailors, "just take a seat back there with your men, sir, and we'll get you back to the ship." He handed me a field jacket. "Sorry we don't have anything else for you to wear." Odd. I was "in uniform" -- in a Navy jacket -- but naked from the waist down. Once we were seated on the benches, the sailors left us alone -- there wasn't much they could say to us; we couldn't hear anything over the roar of the engines and the wind. Suddenly back in the "real world," the true horror of what had happened to us began to sink into all of us. They sat bent over, some with head in hands, all with dejected faces. We had all shown ourselves to be full-on, raving, willing man-fuckers. And many times. For many days. I couldn't speak for anyone else, but I had discovered something about myself, something dark, something that wanted to stay secret -- but could never be refused. I knelt in front of the men seated on the bench. Confident the sailors in the helicopter couldn't hear me over the deafening roar, I yelled, "Okay, we've got some facts to deal with!" Everybody looked at me with shame in his eyes. "It happened. It's true. We fucked each other. Each of you has to deal with that in his own way." We were still naked, and I saw five or six of them still with a hardon. "Here's the deal, though: this is still our secret! If we get our stories straight, this can stay our secret!" The men looked up. "Okay, get this! We had to destroy our uniforms because they were infested with parasites! Had to burn them!" The men nodded. I looked from man to man, and each signaled he understood. "Pukudu Deme is covered with a noxious plant that causes breathing problems!" They all nodded. "We had to get away from the island every day in a native canoe we discovered there!" The men nodded. "We lived on MREs and fish, and we couldn't contact headquarters because both radios were damaged! That much is true!" More nods. "We were raided by the cannibals, who kidnapped me and took me alone back to their atoll!" More nods. We had our official story. ***** That was our story when we landed on the aircraft carrier. The Navy medics treated us, not discovering (or knowing they should look for) the Iaieihonia leaves up our asses. They gave us clothes. Life "settled down." But it was hard to sleep. Constantly horny. The Navy is famous for man-to-man whoopee, but I didn't know anybody aboard, and I was too scared to come on to a sailor in the latrine -- they called it "the head." The ship sailed closer to a more populated island, and the helicopter flew us to the airport there. An Air Force C-130 flew us back to the States. I don't know how the other men dealt with it, but sex took on a different perspective for me. With an ass lined with Yay-horny, I could still please the wife -- I could get a hardon -- but the tables were turned. As soon as she got her climax, I had to fake mine. No need for birth-control -- I couldn't cum. After a few weeks, I brought home a strap-on for her and encouraged her to use it on me. Oh, yeah, a cock up my ass again! I shot so much cum onto the sheet, she had to take it up and throw it into the clothes hamper. ***** When the time rolled around for another National Guard monthly meeting, I was asked to give a short speech about our trip to Pukudu Deme. It was good to see the men of the team together again. I hardly recognized them in clothes. My speech was a bullshit thing of tropical statistics, blah-blah about jungles, and our story of the noxious plant on Pukudu Deme and the breathing problems. I had carried the dried-out Yay-horny blossom with me from the aircraft carrier, and I had pressed it between the pages a book. I held up the blossom for the group to see -- and I saw startled looks in the eyes of my men -- but as I showed it from side to side, it slipped from my fingers and fell to the floor in a poof! of white dust. I picked it up and put it back in the book. When the meeting broke up into assemblies of the various teams and elements, our team met in one of the armory classrooms. As I walked to the front of the room, I saw Dozier in the back locking the door. I glanced around. The men were lowering their pants -- nobody wore underwear. Before I could say anything, I heard, "Oh, yeah, oh, yeah! It's been so fuckin' long!!" I looked over and saw Ozake bent over with Hizevksy's cock lunging up his ass. Dozier walked up the aisle toward me, pulling open his pants, showing me that big, hard, black cock. My mouth watered, and I couldn't resist. I dropped my pants (I never wore underwear anymore, either), I raised my voice. "Men, I'm sure you see we have a problem!" At that instant, Dozier moved behind me, spread my legs, opened my cheeks, and rammed his big dong up my ass! "Oomph! Oh, god, yeah!" I straightened up as much as I could, and with Dozier humping away behind me, I went on: "We have needs. Terrible needs. Needs we can never tell anybody about." I looked around. The men were standing as if in formation getting instructions from the CO, but every many had another behind him, lurching his hips, jolting the man as his cock gave the poor, craving man what he wanted. "We can't do this in the armory anymore. Too dangerous. From now on -- starting tonight -- every National Guard monthly meeting will be followed by an additional meeting in the Neversipon Hilton, where I have reserved a suite." Then I got my gun. My jism spurted out across the room, and my knees buckled. So fine! So good! Only a man really knows how to fuck! When I crawled back to my feet, I saw many of the men in the room had reached their climaxes, thanks to their buddies in back, and had ejaculated in proof. "Okay, men, turnabout's only fair play, Change partners, but remember, from now on, save all this for the after-meeting party." With that I took my place behind Dozier's firm buttocks, and I sank it in, to his happy growl. ***** From the puff of spores shot from the Iaieihonia flower dropped to the floor, a small cloud of spores rose on a breeze and slipped out through the open window. Some settled in the fertile soil of the decorative flower garden in the front lawn of the National Guard Armory. ~~~ Green Cloud Diaries Lori wrapped a pink fluffy towel around her tingling, wet body and stepped out of the shower. The soft pile of the pink bath mat felt good between her toes as she wrapped a second towel around her wet hair. She wiped the condensed steam off the mirror and looked at herself frowning. Not entirely ugly, she thought. But my butt is getting bigger every damned day. Shaking her head Lori opened the bathroom door and sat at the dressing table and began the long ritual of turning herself from Miss “I look okay” to Miss “Glamour” for her date. The face staring back at her in the mirror looked hopeful if anything. “I can do it. I know I can this time,” she said to her reflection. Removing the cap from a bottle from among the twenty or so in front of her Lori began rubbing skin cleanser into her face and neck while her mind drifted to the events of the past few days. The doctor she visited at first didn’t believe her when she told him about her problem. But she finally convinced him. He was full of ideas and advice. Eventually she walked out of his office with a strict diet, a lot of advice and a prescription that she immediately had filled at Walgreen’s on the way home. She worked the blusher with sponges over her cheekbones as she thought about the evening to come. Lori knew Lance would show up at her door, flowers in hand, telling her how beautiful and alluring she looked. His dazzling smile always left her giddy, unable to even speak. Then she though of being in his arms, lips touching in the first tentative kiss. She hoped with all her preparations this date would not end tragically as the others had. She knew how to play the little seduction games, hands touching, inadvertently brushing her breasts against him. Keeping his interest turned up to high while she became wetter by the minute. The ringing of he telephone broke Lori’s revelry. She picked it up, “Hello?” “It’s Lance. Just want to make sure you are getting ready.” “Oh yes, Lance. I’m so looking forward to tonight. I’m positively shaking with anticipation.” “Good. I’ll see in about an hour then.” Hurrying to finish the job on her face Lori added more blush to her cheeks, decided it was too much, blended it out. Lined her lips making the lower just a little larger than they really were then lipstick and gloss. Looking at her reflection she had to think she really did look good for thirty. The torture at the gym three times each week had paid off after all. Then she held up the dress she’d bought yesterday. The color was perfect. The length was just an inch above the knees. She smiled at the thought of Lance’s hand sliding under the hem of the dress and over the top of her thigh-high nylons. As she rubbed her hard, tender, nipples she thought, I’ve got to stop this or I’ll never be ready in time. But she was ready. The doorbell rang just as she was adjusting the double string of pearls so they fell seductively into her exposed cleavage. With a final quick look in the full-length mirror on the back of the bedroom door Lori went to greet Lance, stopping at the small kitchenette to double dose herself on the pills the doctor had given her. As the door opened Lori began to feel a rumbling in her stomach. “Why, Lance. You’re right on time.” Lance began to say something but was cut off by an unmistakable noise. BRRRRRAAAAAAAKKKKKKKPPHHHHH. Lance took a step back. “What the fuck was that?” Anxiously Lori looked around the room and spied a pillow with a can embroidered on the cover. “Oh, the cat. He’s been sick, Lance. Please excuse him.” “The cat’s been sick? Sounded like something crawled up that fucker and died.” “Well. He may be dead soon. Let’s go, shall we?” The car ride was fairly short. Lance had reservations at a well-known Italian place on Division Street. As he pulled the car into the parking garage which during the day was a produce warehouse Lori’s stomach began to rumble again much less this time. Searching in her purse she pulled another pill from the bottle and swallowed it hopefully. The short walk across the parking garage and up the three steps into the restaurant gave Lori a moment to collect herself. She took three very deep breaths and felt the rumbling in her stomach subside. The headwaiter seated Lance and Lori in the main dining room. Sitting directly behind Lori was a very large Italian-looking man with a bib around his neck eating a huge plate of spaghetti. He had an open bottle of red wine and a glass that he quaffed regularly as he stuffed the pasta into his mouth. Lori let Lance, always the gentleman, order for her as they sat across from each other, looking into each other’s eyes, lit only by a candle burning on the table between them. Then it happened. Lori could feel it coming and could do nothing to stop it. She clenched the muscles in her butt cheeks so hard she thought they would burst under the strain. But still there was a long escape. FFFFFRRRRREEEEEEEEEPPPP. In an attempt to cover up the faux pas Lori peered over her shoulder at the fat man for a moment and said to Lance, “Oh, how very rude!” As the odorferisous cloud drifted upwards the candle glowed brighter and Lance’s nose began to wrinkle. “Oh, Lori. This is so awful. How can they expect us to sit her an eat this THIS going on?” For the moment, Lori’s stomach was calm. Thinking things might have gotten off track she began rubbing her foot against Lance’s ankle. “Oh, I know. And I always thought this was a nice place.” Lori peered deep into Lance’s eyes. She could tell her foot was having the expected affect because he reached out and began tracing the back of her hand with his finger. “Say, I have an idea. Why don’t we go back to my apartment and I’ll cook for us. It’s no trouble and besides we won’t have to put up with…” Lori said nodding her head towards the fat man. “Well. If it’s really no trouble, Lori,” Lance said with a smile. Taking her hand he led her out of the restaurant and back to the car. The drive was uneventful. It seemed that Lori’s stomach had begun to settle down considerably. At her door, she fumbled with her keys for a moment then the two of them were inside. As the door closed Lance moved to take Lori in his arms. He stopped just for a moment and his lips touched her cheek. Lori’s arms went around Lance’s neck as their lips met in a long and lingering kiss. Lori’s stomach began to rumble. Breaking away, Lori said, “Oh, Lance. That was nice. But I do have to powder my nose.” With a wink she ran to the bathroom, slammed the door, turned on the water in the sink and flushed he toilet just as another huge ripper broke. BRRRRAAAAAAPPPPP… sputter… sputter. Humiliated and, at the same time relieved, Lori sat on the toilet for a moment. Her stomach did feel better. In fact, after this last eruption, it felt quite good. Maybe the pills are finally beginning to work she thought. Lance was waiting for her in the living room. “Are you all right, Lori?” he asked. “Oh yes, Lance. I’m fine.” Lori moved back into Lance’s arms. Again their lips met. Lance’s hands slowly began to explore Lori’s back then slid down farther to her ass. Lori’s nipples were rock hard against his chest. Her slit dripping, soaking her thong. “Oh, God. I want you, Lori.” “Yes, Lance. Take me.” With her arms wrapped around his neck, Lance scooped her up in his arms and took her too the bedroom and laid her on the bed. His fingers trembled at the buttons of her blouse. Her’s ripping franticly at his belt. His mouth suckling at her nipples. Her hand wrapped around his cock stroking. Rushing in their passion, each needing the other. Lance’s mouth moved down over her abdomen to her soft mound, waxed mound, his tongue buried in the fragrant wetness. He spread her labia wide and his fingers slide effortlessly deep into her pussy as his tongue found her throbbing clit. Then unexpectedly, unwanted and without warning it happened again even greater than before. The stabbing paid in her abdomen nearly doubled her over as she fought desperately against the inevitable. Then with a sigh, knowing all was lost she finally relaxed. BRRRRRRAAAAPPPPPPPHHH. Lori’s whole body stiffened from embarrassment, humiliation. This would end just like all the others. The shame of what had just happened tore at her heart. “Oh, baby. Do that again. Fart’n babes turn me the fuck on!” “Huh? What did you say?” “Fart again, Lori. That was great.” “It was?” Lori said wide-eyed and confused. “Oh yeah, baby. Fart in my face. That makes me so fucking hot!” “Wow. Really? Okay. Here goes.” Lori strained the muscles of her abdomen. Nothing happened. She strained harder. Still nothing happened. “Come on, baby. I’m waiting. Give it to me.” Fucking pills, Lori thought. Now they’re going to work. Lance jumped up and ran to the kitchen. “Hey. What do you have in here?” he called. “No wait. This is perfect.” Lori could hear Lance working in the kitchen. Dishes rattled. Then she heard the sound of the microwave. Lance returned with a steaming bowl of chili. Lori ate ravenously. Followed by a tall can of beer and six hard-boiled eggs. BRRRAAAAAAFFFFFPPPPP… sputter… sputter “Oh baby. Give it to me!” shouted Lance as his mouth dived into Lori’s dripping pussy. Lori’s face reddened as she strained for the next gut blaster. What the hell, she thought. I guess there really is someone for everyone. Green Dress God, what is it with men? I mean, a guy might have everything a reasonable person could ever want in a lover, and still his eye roams, he's never satisfied with what he's got! My boyfriend Gary, for instance. We have a great time together. I bend over backwards (sometimes literally!) to keep him happy – I do nice things for him, remember his birthday with thoughtful presents and surprise parties, keep him company when he's blue, and he gets the kind of sex most men just dream about. I know all his little kinks and fetishes, and I use them to give him pleasure. For instance, he's a really quite a gentle guy, but he has this secret rape fantasy where he fucks a young girl who's tied up and helpless. Sometimes I indulge him in this by letting him arrange me on the bed as his victim. First, I get dressed up: a short little plaid skirt from my school days (no panties), a white blouse completely unbuttoned in front with nothing underneath, and frilly little ankle socks. (I guess you can see where he's coming from with this kink! My eyebrows raised a bit when he confessed his little girl fetish to me, but I thought, what the hell, it's only a fantasy – and if it gets his cock nice and hard for me I'm all for it!) I pull the skirt up and lie across the bed with my ass on a pillow, which arches my back and raises my pussy so it's exposed and vulnerable, then I pull my knees up and spread my legs really far apart (sometimes we use straps). Finally, he gags me and I put my hands behind my back and pretend to struggle. He stands over me smiling wickedly and stroking his cock, showing me what he's going to plunge into me when he gets it big and hard. When his erection is stiff and purple, he makes a show of getting it lubed up, so that I (his victim) know that his big cock is going to be able to slide into my virginal cunt with no resistance at all (part of his fantasy is that I'm a virgin with a very tight pussy). I open my eyes wide and whimper in fright, terrified by what is in store for me. I struggle, trying to free my hands from behind my back, making my tits jiggle and bounce, which just excites my "attacker" even more. Finally, he gets between my open legs and rubs his cock up and down my slit, taunting me and worrying my pussy lips with his swollen knob, then gradually slides it in, slowly impaling me with his glistening shaft. He sinks into me millimeter by millimeter, while I scream and cry through my gag, thrashing my head from side to side. As he proceeds to fuck me I buck and struggle, but my efforts are futile – my legs are held securely apart and I'm totally helpless. The only effect of my frantic movements is to excite the "rapist" and give his cock more pleasure. He's so deep inside me when he cums, I can feel him spurting right against my cervix. Now, how many liberated women would do that for their men? Another game he likes is "Greedy Masseuse." He lies on his stomach on a table, and I start to give him a massage. Then I tell him to turn over, and proceed to work on his chest and thighs, gradually getting closer to where he really wants to be touched. As my fingers gently massage the insides of his thighs, getting higher and higher, I inform him that if he wants me to go further he'll have to pay me more. He agrees (of course), and my fingers continue their progress up between his legs. After gently manipulating his balls, my fingertips brush slowly up and down the sides of his straining cock. While I'm doing this I tell him that if he wants me to continue, it'll cost him still more. He groans in frustration, and agrees again. Now my fingertips lightly feather the underside of his shaft, gently tantalizing his most sensitive areas. By now he's moaning and sighing in ecstasy, and I methodically work to increase his pleasure and his need. Finally I bend down and gently kiss his erection, lightly brushing my lips on his sweet pleasure spot just below the head, and give it a little lick. I smile up at him and whisper, "The price just went up – do you want more?" He's too far gone now to resist, so I proceed to butterfly the underside of his cock, flicking the tip of my wet tongue up and down the ridge, pausing to swirl around the head, then down to his balls and back up, over and over again, driving him mad with exquisite pleasure. When he's right on the edge, ready to spurt his load, in aching need of relief, I tell him if he doesn't pay more I'll have to stop. Then it's back to tantalizing his cock with my tongue, and the torment continues. When he finally cums all over himself and my face, I'm a millionaire. He gets to fuck me any way he wants. One of his favorites (mine too) is with me on top – I slowly lower myself onto his erection, and smile down at him while I wiggle and twist around on his stiff cock. It really gets him going when I lift and squeeze my big tits while I'm moving on him, licking my lips lasciviously and sucking my nipples, all the while rubbing up and down on his enflamed cock with my slippery hot pussy. When we cum I cling to him, and he holds me by my hips as we cry out and moan in ecstasy, our mouths and tongues entwined together. So sweet, so exciting. Could any man ask for a better sex life, or a better lover? So what does he do? He blows it, that's what! OK – so, a couple of weeks ago I was out with Gary on a Saturday night and we decided to go to this club that has a nice blues band. We just figured we'd have a couple of drinks and dance a little, then go back to my place for some real fun. I was feeling really good and looking forward to a great night, until we went in and I saw who was there. Before Gary and I got together he had been seeing another girl named Anita. The problem is, just about every horny guy in town had been seeing Anita, at some time or other. Anita was a slut – a real, honest-to-goodness, lowdown, boyfriend-stealing fuck-and-suck-every-guy-in-sight skank-bitch slut. When I met him I had no idea he had been wallowing in that bitch, otherwise I wouldn't have had anything to do with him. I only found out about it later, from one of my girlfriends. We had a row about it when I confronted him with it, which ended with him swearing that he never wanted to have anything to do with her again, that she was nothing compared to me, that he loved me, blah, blah, blah. I calmed down after a while, and I figured that it was no big deal if he made mistakes in the past – hell, I was glad he didn't know about some of the things I had done! So we go into this club, and who should be there but – yeah, Anita. Actually, if you go someplace where Anita is, she's the first thing you see, the center of attention, always surrounded by a crowd of guys with hard-ons. She absolutely drips sex, and does everything she can to make every man in sight want her, want her very badly, so later she can take the lucky one (or two or three) home with her and fuck their brains out. Tonight was no exception. She was wearing a tight, very short dress of green satin, which clung to her large breasts and revealed her nipples as clearly as if she had been nude. She had an incredible hour-glass shape, with voluptuous hips and ass that had the men drooling as much as her tits did. As she danced, every once in a while she would slide her hands up her hips and lift her dress, giving a brief flash of transparent nylon panties. I had to admit that she was pretty, in a sort of carnivorous, Christina Aguilera way, grinning at the guys she was dancing with, licking her lips seductively, running her hands through her blonde hair. Gary and I danced a little, then sat down at a table with our beers. He hadn't said much since we'd arrived, but I knew what he was thinking about; and he knew that I knew. It was pretty uncomfortable, since the show Anita was putting on was impossible to avoid. She was dancing non-stop with guy after guy; it was as if they were standing in line for turns. Then I realized that that's what they actually were doing, and I saw why. As each excited guy came forward to dance with her, she would turn and rub her ass against his erect cock through his pants, bouncing up and down and giving him a good hot tease. Then she would turn and move away, and the next horny guy would come forward for his little taste of heaven. "Holy shit!" I said, "Can you fucking believe that? What a whore!" He just mumbled something inaudible and looked down, blushing uncomfortably. He looked like he wanted to be anywhere but there – but that didn't stop him from grabbing little peeks at what was happening on the dance floor, probably wishing he could feel that ass rubbing on his cock again. "So what are you thinking about, Gary? Old times? You gonna tell me that hard-on in your lap is for me?" He was squirming now. "No! I mean yes – I mean I don't have a – oh shit, come on, please don't be like that! I'm not interested in her anymore, she's just a slut, like you said. I don't know why I ever went with her in the first place!" I was fuming. "Look, I'm going to the ladies' room. Go get us a couple more beers. I'll be back in a minute." He jumped up and escaped to the bar. I headed for the ladies' room, not happy about how the night was going. I stayed for a few minutes, trying to cool down. I looked at myself in the mirror, comparing myself in my baggy sweatshirt and short denim skirt to the green dragon that was busy tormenting cocks out on the dance floor. I knew I would look good in that dress, too, damn good! But I shouldn't have to get dressed up like a whore all the time just to hold a man's interest. I mean, it's fun sometimes, but I can't be like Anita all the time – and I wouldn't want to be. Looking at myself in the mirror, I told myself that even in the sweatshirt I looked pretty sexy – my tits are as big as Anita's, and even though the sweatshirt is baggy you can see my shape in it; shit, I had seen men checking me out earlier tonight, you don't need a green slut-dress to get guys hard. And my skirt is cute, too, especially when I sit down and cross my legs, "accidentally" giving a little peek up to my panties. And hadn't Gary had his hand up under my shirt on the way here, stroking my naked breast and turning us both on? I decided that I had been too hard on him; it wasn't his fault that Anita happened to be here the same night we came. And who can blame him for looking at what she was doing – hell, everyone there was watching her; and even if it turned him on a little, well, what man wouldn't be? I was feeling a lot better when I came back out. I felt like apologizing to Gary for behaving the way I did, but I knew it wouldn't be necessary, he'd understand. And I started going over in my mind all the delicious things I would do to him later that would make him forget all about Anita, oh yes! When I got back to our table he hadn't returned yet, so I sat down and looked around for him. I glanced toward the bar, and my attention was immediately captured by a flash of color, that voluptuous body in green. She was at the bar, pressed up close to a man who was sitting sideways on a barstool. His legs were parted, and she had positioned herself between them, smiling while she looked into his eyes. One of her hands was resting on his knee, while the other was moving slowly and gently between his legs. The man's eyes were glazed as if hypnotized, and his mouth was half open; he was breathing rapidly. It was a few seconds before I realized it was Gary. You can never predict how you're going to react at times like that. I could have exploded in anger, burst into tears, run out into the street; or I could have hurled myself at them, ripped the dress off that fucking lizard and scratched her to shreds ... but I didn't do any of those things. My mind became very calm; I'd had enough of emotional outbursts for one night. Instead, I became cool, appraising. I was disappointed, because I had been looking forward to sex tonight, but that wasn't to be, oh no – I would have to be satisfied with my vibrator this time. Fortunately, I thought, I have fresh batteries. At the bar, Gary had noticed that I had returned, and he suddenly came to himself and pulled away from the verdant seductress, heading back to our table with the two beers in his hands, trying to look innocent. She shrugged, and began to troll for another. I thought of the pep talk I had given myself in the ladies room, building my confidence, reaffirming my affection for Gary, looking forward to our sex play – and I felt like a fool. And god help the fool who makes a woman feel like a fool. When he reached the table, I smiled at him. "There you are!" I chirped. "I'd wondered where you went. I really feel badly about how I acted before. I hope you can forgive me." He sat down, visibly relieved, and we sipped our beers for a while. I slipped off one of my shoes and reached with my foot under the table, gently massaging between his legs with my toes. I smiled sweetly at him, and he gave a little moan of pleasure. "Gary, let's go now," I said. "I really want to be alone with you." He didn't need any convincing, so we headed out to his car. On the way, I snuggled up close to him and whispered in his ear that I loved feeling his cock get hard under my foot, that it had gotten me so excited. I reached down and began to stroke him through his pants, making his erection grow again. He put an arm around me and I took his hand and put it up under my shirt, urging him to feel my breasts. He moaned, and drove faster. When we got to the condo that I rent with two of my friends, he parked in front. He turned to me, with a look of desperate longing, and kissed me long and passionately. "Please, let's go inside now," he said, "I need you so much!" "Gary – this has been a long night ... I think I'd really better get some rest. I don't think I'm up for a heavy session tonight. The fact is, I just started my period today – I'm so sorry! I probably should get to bed. You don't mind, do you?" He was devastated. "But – but I thought – you said – damn! Oh god, I'm so hot for you, ohhhh you don't know how much I need you right now!" "Awww, I'm sorry Gary," I said, very sympathetically. "I really am tired, but we can sit here for a little while. There's enough time for me to – to play with you a little. Would you like that? I don't want you to have to go home all hot and bothered." He looked at me pleadingly. "Ohhhh god, you get me so hot, I need it so much..." "I know you do," I cooed, "I like it when you feel like that, 'cause then I can do things to you that will make you feel really good – would you let me? Please?" He was beside himself with lust. "Oh god yes, oh please, oh god ... " "Good! Even though we can't do any fucking tonight, I think you'll really like the things I'm going to do to you. Now, just lie back and relax, while I work on your poor aching cock..." He was almost drooling with anticipation while I unbuckled his belt and pulled his pants and underwear all the way down to the floor. I gently moved his knees far apart. "Mmmm, look how hard you are already!" I exclaimed. His erection was stiff and sticking straight up, begging for attention. I reached down and began to gently stroke the inside of his thighs with my fingertips. "Now, don't you touch yourself, or me – I just want you to relax and let me do everything." I gently brushed my fingers higher along the inside of his thighs, until I reached his balls. Then I reached down and let my fingernails scratch very lightly and gently up from below and along the sides and front of his scrotum. His cock quivered and I felt his balls get tighter under my touch. I lay my head on his shoulder and whispered in his ear while I stroked his balls. "Oh, look at that poor cock! It needs to be touched, too. Would you like that? Would you like me to touch your poor aching cock?" As I was saying this, I allowed my forearm to drop just enough to lightly touch the underside of his cock, so that as my fingertips were gently stroking his balls, at the same time my wrist and inner forearm were just barely touching the underside of his cock, just below the head. This, I had learned from experience, was his most sensitive spot, where he experienced the most exquisite erotic pleasure. I had often lavished voluptuous attention there, with my mouth and tongue, but now I was teasing it unmercifully, tantalizing it with maddeningly light touches. He began to moan and plead for more. "Ohhhhh does that feel good, Gary? Do you like that? I know you need more ... I'm teasing you on purpose, I love to get you worked up and frustrated like this! And you love it too, don't you – love to need it so much you'll go crazy if you don't get more. Ohhh poor baby! You need to cum so badly, don't you? He was almost weeping at this point. The tantalizing little wisps of pleasure I was allowing him to have were driving him mad with desire and need. I brought my face around to his and looked into his eyes as I delicately stimulated his twitching cock. My face took on an expression of concern and sympathy for his suffering, and I made little sounds of worry and compassion for his plight. "Oh you poor thing! I'm such a nasty cockteaser, aren't I? You need to cum so badly, and I'm making it so hard for you to get there. It's so mean of me – maybe I should stop. Should I stop, Gary?" As I said this I increased the pressure of my arm on his cock, which suddenly doubled the intensity of his pleasure. After a few seconds I stopped and moved my hand away. His mouth opened in a helpless "Oh!", and he fell into frantic begging. "No, god, please don't stop, oh god I love it so much, oh please I need it, it feels so good, I need more ...!" "You want more, Gary? Are you sure? I can stop if you really want me to..." He started babbling and moaning, begging me to continue. "Well, if you really want me to do more, I suppose I could do this..." My hand came back and I proceeded to run my fingertips rapidly all over his cock, racing up and down the underside of his shaft, giving it little squeezes, gently pinching the skin of his sweet spot and rolling it between my thumb and forefinger, tickling his balls, twisting my palm on the glistening head, slick with pre-cum. I kissed him gently and looked into his eyes. Never taking my eyes from his, I coated my hand with spit and gently took his cock fully in my hand and began to stroke it up and down, slowly and firmly. "I'm going to make you cum, Gary. I'm going to give you what you need so badly – but first I'm going to keep you on the edge for a long, long time, right on the point of cumming - ohhhhh you'll never want it to end! Just close your eyes and concentrate on the pleasure..." He closed his eyes, and I set to work on his cock, slowly stroking it and giving his most sensitive spots outrageous erotic thrills. I worked gently and delicately, taking care that he didn't cum before I was ready, getting him closer and closer to the point of release – but not enough to set him off. He was moaning and sighing in absolute ecstasy and anticipation, looking forward to the incredible pleasure of his approaching orgasm. I knew I had him right at the peak, where one swift, firm stroke would push him over the edge. I paused, my hand hovering over his ravished cock. Then, I began to tap with a single finger directly on his delicate sweet spot, just below the head. I knew the pleasure of that slight pressure would be just enough to hold him captive on the edge. Tap, tap ... "Gary, isn't it too bad that Anita's not here in that sexy green dress?" Tap, tap ... His eyes shot open. "Wha ...?" Tap, tap ... "Don't you wish that she was here, with her big tits and sexy ass, teasing you in her tight green dress?" Tap, tap ... "But, but ..." "And don't you wish that she was here to finish her little handjob on you?" Green Dress I looked into his eyes and smiled sweetly. "G'night Gary ..." Then I got out of the car and walked into the house. Payback's a bitch. Green E - Cursed or Blessed I received a green E the other day for my story, Celebrities: Insert Name. I laughed. I cried. I was shocked. It is a big responsibility wearing this big green E around my neck 24/7. I hope the thing doesn't rust because I've been showering while wearing it. Suddenly, my chest is more puffed out and my head is definitely bigger, as more people notice the greatness, the grandeur and the glamour of my green E. The only thing that will get me down from the ceiling is if Literotica tells me that the green E stands for enema or excrement, which is what they thought of my story and my writing and why they gave me a green E. I had no idea what it meant to get a green E. I assumed that it was something bad and that I had done something wrong. I don't know; I was thinking of the words, Excuse, as in there is no excuse for this bad writing or Exiled, as in being banned from writing stories on Literotica. I sent a couple e-mails to some of my cyber friends who I correspond with asking them what it meant to get a green E. Then, I started getting comments on my story and e-mails from those who knew me and/or from those who read my stories congratulating me on receiving a green E. Before receiving answers from the e-mails that I sent asking what the green E meant, I checked the F.A.Q. link on Literotica's site and it read. "The yellow E's denote Editor's Choice stories. These are pieces that we really like -- just our opinion." Yellow E's? But, I received a green E. Then, what the Hell does a green E signify? More importantly, is there a yellow E, too? Suddenly, I envisioned getting a yellow E, too, and wearing both a green E and a yellow E around my neck. What does a yellow E mean and how do I get one? Do I have to sleep with one of the editors for that award? Or did they just change the color of the E from yellow to green and not update their F. A. Q? "Hey, I didn't get the memo." Or, is there something wrong with my monitor. Now, that would explain why the photographic image on my computer of my Asian friend, Sue Lee, makes her look a little sick, kind of like an Oriental Martian. After writing, submitting, and posting 77 stories and 47 poems, this is my first green E. I do not know how it is determined that a piece is deserving of a green E or who makes that decision. I wish I knew the answer to those two questions because now, I want to receive more green E's, although after submitting this piece, I may never receive another green E again. Nonetheless, if I receive more red H's and more green E's by the holidays, then my Bostonfictionwriter page will look like a Christmas tree and I will not have to bother with decorations. "Honey, with all the red H's and green E's that I received, if we leave my Literotica author's page open with the monitor sitting over the fireplace, we won't have to decorate this year." "Freddie, take the monitor off the fireplace and go out and buy a Christmas tree...now." Hold on a second, I have to remove the green E from around my neck; I'm getting a backache from having it fall forward while typing. The thing is E-normous and it pulls my neck down hurting my upper back. It must weigh 10 pounds. It looks like one of those Olympic gold medals, only bigger, way bigger. I wear it together with the green E t-shirt, green E baseball cap, and the green E satin, warm-up jacket with my name, Bostonfictionwriter, emblazoned on the back that Literotica kindly and generously sent me when I got my green E. It is a pretty green, though, and the green E glows in the dark. "Freddie, take the damn green E off your neck and put it away in the nightstand draw. I can't sleep with that bright light. It's like having a giant nightlight on in the room. You look like are wearing Kryptonite. You look radioactive. You look ridiculous." "Honey, if you are real good to me," I said with a wink and giving her my sexiest smile while holding my package, "I'll let you wear my green E...sometime...maybe...never." "Right now, I need to get some sleep." She turned to face me. "I'd like to stick that green E up your ass sideways with the E facing upward." That was my girlfriend. I think she's just overly tired and cranky and a little bit green with envy over my green E. Then, I discovered, quite by accident after nearly causing one, that it is not good to drive with my green E around my neck at night. It blinds the oncoming drivers and they really get pissed. "Hey, take that green E and shove it!" I think they are just jealous. Hold on a second, a Massachusetts State trooper is pulling me over on the Mass Pike. He probably recognizes my car and wants to congratulate me on receiving my green E. "What's this? You want my autograph on a $100 ticket for driving while wearing a green E? Just so that I can understand, officer, I can drive while talking on my cell phone and drinking coffee but I cannot drive while wearing my green E?" He's probably pissed because he is a basher on Literotica who will never receive a green E. Maybe it is just a rumor, but I heard through the Literotica grapevine that once a year, Literotica hosts a big bash for all the green E recipients. I, also, heard that they hold the party in England and that even Queen Elizabeth is invited because she secretly writes under the name of Queen E and has accumulated a multitude of green E's from writing about all the affairs and sex scandals of the royal family. Shh...come closer to the monitor, I don't want everyone to know. The walls have ears. Someone told me, I don't want to mention names but, that Literotica gives one lucky green E recipient a green, Mini Cooper S sidewalk edition convertible that has a green top, special wheels, and custom leather interior. Wow! "Geez, I hope I win. Those Mini Coopers are cute." Don't quote me on this but someone else told me that they send a limousine to your house and drive you to the airport where you are flown first class and put up in a swanky hotel suite with all expenses paid. Once there, I'm told, they escort you to a huge banquet room where they have a big feast of food and an open bar. I plan on having a special forest green tuxedo made to wear with my Kelly green E. I cannot wait to attend. I have already written my acceptance speech. "I'd like to thank Literotica for giving me this beautiful green E. I wish my mother and father could be here, but they are both dead. I'd like to thank my wife who I separated from 3 years ago and my girlfriend who loves me, I think. I'd like to thank my beautiful, still single, college educated 25-year-old, identical twin daughters and if there are any rich and kind single guys out there, 25-30, please contact me on their behalf. On second thought, never mind, maybe this is not the best place to solicit husbands for my daughters. I'd like to thank my dog, an energetic, pain-in-the-ass Rat Terrier, for taking me on 3 mile walks in the dog park every day while I think about what stories to write. I'd like to thank Reebok for making a walking shoe that does not have tons of ripples in the bottom where you can never remove dog shit from when you step on a warm, smelly pile. I'd like to thank the Boston Red Sox for having the best winning record in the major leagues. I'd like to take this opportunity to thank Tony Blair for his support and wish him luck in his new career. Lastly, we need to end the war in Iraq and send our service people home. Okay, the music is playing; I have to get off the stage. Thanks for the green E and goodnight!" Okay, I have to go. There's someone at my front door and I want to put on my green E over my green E t-shirt before going downstairs to answer it. Wait, I want to look in the mirror to see if it is hanging straight and that there are no fingerprint smudges. It just needs a little wipe from my green E t-shirt. Perfect. I hope it's my next door neighbor. He thinks he's a writer. Wait until he gets a load of my green E. Oh, wait, let me put on my green E warm-up jacket and green E baseball cap to give him the full treatment. Now, I'll get the door. "Oh, hi! You are from Literotica? Where's the limo? There's no party? What about the Mini Cooper? Geez, what do you mean it was a mistake giving me this green E. Are you kidding me? I have to give it back? Hey, wait, don't pull, let me take it off first, you're hurting my neck. But, I told everyone that I received a green E. You want the t-shirt and the warm-up jacket, too? Can I keep the baseball cap, at least? Geez, here, take it." Finally, they are gone and, suddenly, I feel so naked. I am so glad they did not give me green E pants and underwear. Green Eye Burn This story has been buried deep inside of me for a long time. I remember all of it very well, almost like it was last week. I've reminisced and re-lived it all many times over the years. Much of it is quite fun to remember. Some of it is bittersweet. Some of it is painful still. When I was out of college and in my early twenties I got a job selling radio advertising in a suburban/rural area, and although new to the region, I became successful in a fairly short time. After a couple of years I left the radio station and started my own business by acquiring a licensing agreement from a national company to sell direct marketing products. As this was an outlying area and not heavily populated, the company looked at it as an area with limited profit potential and whatever I produced would just be a bonus to them. They had never planned to develop the area anyway until I approached them so they pretty much left me alone. But within a year I had the area thriving. I was working hard and enjoying the fruits of my labor. Soon the regional manager was after me to expand the area. I told him I was maxed out as it was and I couldn't cover much more ground. 'So hire somebody' he hollered. 'Why, so I can give my profits away to somebody else'?" I countered. But we hammered out an adjacent area and worked out a plan where I would hire a salesperson and then get bonuses on their sales and price breaks on the production costs. I ran the numbers a hundred different ways and didn't see how I could lose. So I advertised for a salesperson. It was summer and I hoped that I could get a sales rep up and running by the fall, our busiest time. Most of the responses I received were not too impressive, and the interviews didn't go that well. The people were either not qualified, didn't understand the business, didn't have car insurance, or didn't have a clue. But one looked pretty good. In more ways than one. Her name was Denise. We met at a small coffee shop in the midst of what would be the new territory. After introductions we sat down and faced each other from across a small table. She said to call her Dee. My name is Rob. She had dark brown hair, cut neat and short, big green eyes and wore a sharp blue pantsuit with a white blouse. She was maybe 5'-7", thin with a nice ass and her firm, abundant tits pushed at the cloth of her attire. Her face was thin with sultry lips and just a touch of gloss. We held eye contact and I felt a sizzle in her glare. She gave a demure smile and her tongue flicked out just a sliver between her lips as she handed me her resume. She seemed a little nervous. I was too. I took a quick glance at her resume and saw that she was thirty-six years old and married. In those days that kind of information was commonly found on resumes. As I sat across from her and pretended to study her resume I tried to hide my uneasiness. Here I was: a twenty-five year old newly-single guy, blond hair, blue eyes, tall with a thin, runner's build; and I was interviewing this older, mature, married woman with much more experience than I. Her resume told me she had had several media sales jobs and was more than qualified. As the interview went on we relaxed and it not only went very well, we shared some laughs and became more comfortable. And those eyes! She always looked me right in the eye and hardly blinked. I could tell she was a no-bullshit person who probably knew how to get things done. She told me a little about herself. She had gone to France to study, met the man who was now her husband, got pregnant, had a daughter and they moved back to the U.S. Her daughter was now twelve. I asked her about her last job, almost four years at a newspaper, and why she had left. She said she'd left the job to go to work for her husband at his small construction company and to try to straighten out the business end of things. Her husband was good at building things, just not very good with the office and the paperwork and the rest of it. But now that was straightened out and she wanted to get back to what she did best, and the position I was trying to fill looked like a perfect fit. We discussed the compensation and commissions and she was agreeable. After about 75 minutes we ended. She thanked me for the interview, we shook hands and parted, and my eyes followed her ass all the way to the door. The interview had gone well in every respect. Dee was qualified, knowledgeable, made a great impression and would represent the company and its products well. We said we'd be in touch. But I knew there was no way I could hire her. - Two days later I received a very professional thank-you letter in the mail from Dee, but I hadn't spoken to her since the interview. When I had placed the ad for a salesperson I had scheduled it to run for several weeks and it ran again the next day. Soon I was getting follow-up calls from her and she left multiple messages with my answering service. I knew I was putting off dealing with the inevitable. When the next ad ran my phone rang first thing in the morning and I picked up. "Hi Rob, this is Dee ____, how are you?" she said. "I'm doing well, Dee, thank you. How are you?" "Oh, I'm fine, thank you. I'm calling about the sales position. I saw the ad is still running. Have you hired anyone yet?" "No, I haven't," I replied. I explained about the ad and its scheduled flight to run for several weeks. "I can start tomorrow!" she said enthusiastically. I chuckled and hemmed and hawed. I said I was narrowing it down to two or three and she was definitely in the mix. She reiterated that she was perfect for the job, she was flexible, would work hard, do whatever it takes, she needed the job, etc. So we set up a second interview at the same place. - My problem was this: At just about every job I'd ever had, I'd ended up fucking somebody. And it always ended up making things awkward or unpleasant or worse. It's hard to work closely with people of the opposite sex because if you click, the sparks are going to fly. Throughout college I worked at the campus library and ended up fucking a couple of co-workers and the relationships didn't end well. My summer jobs, same thing, I always ended up putting my dick into some chick, making things weird at work. Even at my last job before starting my business I had fucked four different women: two cute female deejays at the FM station, a secretary at the AM, and our black receptionist's cousin who had a thing for white guys. Now I had a dilemma: I wanted to expand my new business but I didn't want to screw things up. Dee might have been older, but she was attractive and sexy and confident. I was afraid that if we worked together the sparks would fly and then I might end up opening my fly and then it would ruin everything. And she was married to boot; I couldn't risk fucking up somebody else's marriage! But I couldn't get around one fact, and that was that she was an ideal candidate for the job. She had all of the qualifications and lived only about fifteen minutes away, which would make it convenient for both of us. And no doubt she looked good and would make a positive impression on customers. So, to be fair to the business and to her, we should have another interview. So... We had another interview and it was a slam dunk. I hired her and never even told her about my fears. I knew she was right for the job and trusted it would work out. - We worked closely and spent a lot of time together the first few weeks as I trained her in the different facets of the job and the system. We went on sales calls together, we spent a lot of time side-by-side at my desk in my home office learning the paperwork and had informal meetings to plan our promotions. We worked very well together. And there was definitely a natural chemistry between us. After about three weeks we were sitting elbow to elbow in my office working on some copy when she mentioned that she was moving that weekend. I was shocked; my mind started wandering, here I thought I'd found the ideal salesperson and she's moving away already...? I asked her where she was moving to and she told me the location, which was the perfect location: right in the center of her territory. "I didn't know you were planning to move," I said. "When did you decide that?" She looked straight at me with her big green eyes and said, "About two days before I answered your ad. That's when I decided I was leaving my husband. That's why I needed this job so badly." I must have inadvertently peeked at her left hand, I couldn't recall if she'd had a ring on before. "It's gone," she said. "I threw it at him the night you offered me the job. He's cheated on me for the last time!" "I'm sorry..." I started to say." "Oh, don't be," she said, "it's for the best, believe me. I did everything for him, even quit a good job to run his business for him, and he still managed to find a new bimbo to boink!" We both chuckled at her use of words. She laughed and cried at the same time. "So I found a nice little apartment for us. It is right in the middle of my territory, and my daughter won't have to change schools." It all sounded like great news. She was moving right into her territory and would be more motivated than ever. - Over the next few months we became more and more comfortable with each other. Even though she was a little farther away, we found convenient places to meet when she needed to drop off her paperwork or if we needed to have a brief meeting. Things became more casual between us too. We had lunch a couple of times. She would occasionally touch my arm when she spoke. Sometimes she would come by the house in the evening to drop something off, and if I wasn't home she'd leave it in the box. One Friday evening around 6:30 she stopped by and I had just gotten back from a long run. It was a hot, humid evening and I was shirtless and my sweaty running shorts clung to my body and I know she stole a couple looks at the bulge between my legs. I looked up and noticed a young girl sitting in the passenger seat of her car. "Looks like you have a passenger," I said. "That's Lynn, my daughter." I started walking toward the car and introduced myself. "Hello Lynn, I'm Rob," I said. "I've heard a lot about you." "Hi. I've heard about you too." "How do you like your new apartment?" "It's okay." Dee came up from behind and said, "We're heading to a big party. Her best friend turns 13!" "Oh wow, the big one-three!" I said, looking at Lynn. That ought to be fun!" Then I turned to Dee and thanked her for dropping off the work and said drive safely and I'd talk to her on Monday. Then she gave me her green eye burn and held it and I swear I felt my dick grow a little from her stare. I watched them back out and drive off. I walked back into the house and the cool air hit me. As I peeled off my shorts I could see that the drenched synthetic fabric had adhered and molded to my cock and balls and was sucked into the crack of my ass. I realized then that she must have seen it too. - As fall approached we worked hard and spent a lot of time together. This was typically the busiest time of year in our business as we had promotions for back-to-school, Halloween and then the end-of-year holidays. Throughout those months we worked closely and were constantly in contact, in person and talking on the phone. There was definitely a strong attraction between us, we both could sense it, and you could feel it in the air around us and almost cut it with a knife. There were a number of times when I felt we were very, very close to one of us saying something that would cross that line between business and personal and would take us from being colleagues to being lovers. It was that close. The ice was cracked in early December when we went together on a Friday afternoon to the annual Christmas party for our region of the company. It was held at the home of one of the company bigshots and it was about an hour's drive away. She drove to my house and then we got into my car and I drove us to the party. We had a lot of time in the car together and we were relaxed and we talked easily about a number of things. She told me about her college days, going overseas and meeting her husband and how he was older and swept her off her feet. And how he was always a cheat and always wanted them to be swingers from the time they first met. At the party we mingled some and we met a lot of people that we'd spoken to on the phone many times but had never met. We had a couple of drinks and relaxed even more. On the ride back we opened up further and talked about some of crazy things we did in college, the courses we took and the drugs we took. I told her about the on-again off-again blues band I played in and told her about a gig I had coming up the next weekend and suggested she come hear us if she could. She said she might do that because Lynn was scheduled to be with her dad next weekend. We were both feeling a new level of comfort together. When we got back to my house I didn't know what to do. It almost felt like I was dropping her off after a first date. It was a little awkward but we both did the professional thing. We wouldn't cross that line today, but part of me had wanted to drag her into my house and rip her clothes off. I changed clothes and went for a run. I thought about her the whole five miles and I swear I had half a chubby. - The following Thursday we met at a clients' business where we had bartered for holiday gifts for our customers. We assorted nice gifts such as champagne, gift baskets, and sweets which we would deliver to our various customers over the following days. We loaded our cars with the gifts for the customers. Then I handed her a small wrapped gift which included a gift certificate to a nice boutique and a Christmas bonus. "And this is for you," I said. She gave me the green eye burn. Her big eyes were moist and I thought she might start to cry. I could tell a million thoughts were rushing through her head. She looked like she wanted to speak but she didn't, she just burned her liquid eyes into mine. "Thank you," she said in a shallow, half-broken voice. Then she leaned up to me and kissed me, half on the cheek and half on the corner of my mouth. Then she spun around, walked to her car, got in and drove off. She had done it. Now it was just a matter of time. - The following Saturday night we were playing our occasional gig at Slackers, a local restaurant and bar. We were midway through our first set and I was blowing a solo on my saxophone and hit a couple of clams when I saw Dee walk in. She was with another foxy chick and they did not go unnoticed by some of the customers as they strode to the back and took stools at the bar. The place wasn't that big and we made eye contact almost immediately. She smiled and I felt the burn from across the room. When the band took a break I walked over and stood in front of them at the bar and ordered a beer as we greeted. She introduced me to her friend Sharon, who looked fine. She was long and lean with long dark hair and black jeans that looked they were painted on. Dee looked great in blue jeans and a tight red sweater that hugged her curves. I thanked them for coming and Dee grabbed my arm firmly with both hands when she told me how good the band sounded. "I didn't know you were so talented!" she said. "What other talents do you have that I don't know about?" "Oh, I don't know," I blushed. "I make a mean omelet! I'll have to have you over for brunch sometime." Dee and Sharon shared a sly glance and Dee said that she thought that was a great idea. Before we knew it the break was up and it was time to return to the bandstand. "Work, work, work," I said to them. "Can you stay another set?" They said they would. "Great," I said, gripping her hand in mine. "I'll be back in forty minutes!" Then I ordered a beer to take to the stage, which I almost never do. - The set flew by and I rejoined Dee and Sharon at the bar. Sharon was talking to some folks at a nearby table so I had Dee to myself. "I'm glad you hung around," I said. "I was looking forward to talking some more." "Me too," she said, her big green eyes looking right through me. "I wanted to ask you something." "Really? What?" "Let's go outside for a minute," I said. I took her hand and led her out the side door to the parking lot. It was a mild December so we were okay without jackets. We walked toward the back of the lot where it was more private and we faced each other. "What did you want to ask me?" she said. I licked my lips and took a deep breath. "I wanted to know," I began, "The other day, when we were picking up the presents for our customers..." "Yes..." "You kissed me. And I wanted to know what kind of kiss that was." "What do you mean?" "I mean: Was it a 'thank you' kiss, was it a 'you're a really nice guy kiss', or was it a 'I want to fuck you' kiss?" She pursed her lips and then cracked a subtle smile. "What kind of kiss do you think it was?" she said, playing with me. "Well," I said. "First, I gave you the gift, so 'thank you' would have been appropriate. And second, I know that I'm a nice guy, so that would make sense. But to be honest, I was hoping it was number three." She shook her head and burst out laughing. "Rob, you are too much! Tell you what, Sherlock, let's start over so that you completely understand what's going on here. First, I'm going to give you a 'thank you' kiss." Then she leaned up and kissed me on the exact spot she had kissed before, on the corner of my lip. She then said, "Okay. Now I'm going to give you your 'nice guy' kiss." She then grabbed my shoulder with one hand and kissed me full on the mouth. Then she stepped back, looked in my eyes and said. "Now our next kiss will be the 'fuck me' kiss and it will be waiting for you whenever you are ready to come and get it!" I was on her like a tomcat on a tuna truck. My arms went around her and our mouths met and my tongue entered her mouth and I tasted her for the first time. I inhaled her sweet scent and sucked in her tongue and her essence. Her hand was in my hair pulling my head to hers, my hands roamed her back and neck and shoulders. I backed her up against the wall of the building and we made out like a couple of tenth graders. In between the kisses and gropes, we babbled. "Oh God, what took you so long?" "I've wanted to kiss you since the day we met." "Why didn't you?" "You were married, I wanted to be professional..." "I wanted you to be unprofessional..." "You're so fucking hot..." "The way you teased me, standing in front of me in your tight, sweaty shorts with your..." I was pressed against her and I knew she could feel my stiff cock. We gradually slowed and I peppered her with gentle kisses, my hand made it down to her firm ass. I wanted to take her home right then but I had another set to play. "We better get back in," she said after we broke a long, soft kiss. She was right, the time was up. We reentered the bar and the band was already in place onstage. "Gotta go," I said as I gripped her hand. "Are you hanging around?" She said they'd probably leave in a few minutes. I said goodbye, we'll talk tomorrow and I kissed her lips. Halfway through the second tune they got up to leave. Dee waved goodbye with a smile and mimed 'Call me' with her lips. I missed those lips already. - I called Dee in the morning and we talked about how relieved we were that we would no longer have to hide our feelings and tried to figure out when we would be able to see each other. With her responsibilities as a mom and her need to be discreet while going through her divorce, there would only be certain times we could get together. She said that Lynn stayed with her Sunday through Thursday morning, then after school on Thursday she would go to her Dad's till Sunday. Plus Dee would have her on a day every other weekend. So Thursday nights would be when we knew we could meet, and weekends would be hit or miss. Green Eye Burn The holidays were coming to boot which would mean more commitments for both of us to juggle. But our work was slow that time of year and we wouldn't get busy again until after January first. So we decided that we would blow off Tuesday and spend the day together, and then we would have Thursday night. On Tuesday morning she would get Lynn off to school and then come to my place and we would have all day until Lynn came home from school. She said she would be over around nine. "Good," I said. "And at 9:01 I'll be tearing your pants off." Then she said something like, Oh I don't know, we should go slow, take our time, and some other such baloney. "Oh, no," I replied. "Forget that, we're not playing that game. If that's the way you want it don't even bother to come. We've been holding back for months, dancing around it, and last night we pretty near swallowed each other's tongues. We are ready and we both know it. And it's going to be the best we ever had!" She said she'd see me Tuesday at around nine. - It was an icy cold, windy Tuesday morning and Dee wore a heavy coat when she arrived. She walked through the door and into my arms. We kissed deep and long and our tongues slow-danced as we gripped each other tight. When we broke the kiss I helped her off with her coat and was stunned at what was underneath. She was hot as a firecracker! She wore a snug, low-cut, light green top, that made her tits look ready and her eyes like ripe melons, tucked into super-tight designer jeans that hugged her ass and crotch and every inch of her long, thin legs, and red pumps. Decorated for Christmas. "My God," I said, "You look remarkable!" I said. She blushed and said thanks. "Not too much?" "Hell no," I said, "You look sensational. Come to the kitchen. I made Bloody Marys!" She followed me and I poured us two drinks from the pitcher I had prepared. I handed one to her and she took a sniff and then a sip, and then a larger drink. I had made them strong and spicy. "How did you know I love Bloody Marys?" she asked as she took another swig. "I took a chance," I said. "I figured if you didn't I would just pour it all over your body and lick it off." She took another gulp, then struck a pose and said, "So, do you like my outfit?" and wiggled her butt. "Oh, absolutely!" I said. "Like I said, you look fabulous. Good enough to eat!" She put down her drink and moved in close. She put her hands on my hips and looked up at me, her eyes sending me the green burn. "Good," she said. "Because I haven't worn these pants for a long time. These are my 'fuck me' jeans." I put my hand behind her head and pulled her lips to mine. "Make love to me," she whispered. - "Take off your shirt," she said. "I want to massage you." We were in my bedroom. I whipped off my shirt in one quick motion. She asked me to lie face down on the bed. Then she knelt beside me and I felt her hands begin to explore my neck, my head and my back, high and low. Her sturdy, supple fingers caressed my flesh and over the next few minutes my muscles eased into submission. "It's so nice to finally be able to touch you," she whispered, and spread kisses on the nape of my neck. I groaned in agreement. Her lovely hands worked their magic to my lower back and underneath the fabric of my jeans. I soon sat up and said, "It's time for your top to come off! I need to touch you, too." As we sat facing one another kissing, I pulled her shirt off and kissed her breasts as I removed her skimpy bra. I then eased her onto her back and lay beside her. I kissed her head, her hair, her ears. Her forehead, her eyes, her nose. And of course her lips. We lingered on the lips. I caressed and kissed and tongued her upper body and when her nipples were stiff hard rubber I put my mouth on them and didn't stop for twenty minutes. Her hands were in constant flux, in my hair, on my back, around my neck, into my pants, seeking. She was a loud lover. There were moans, groans, growls, howls, occasional dirty words and many other guttural utterances. She never shut up. I was taking my time. She exhaled a breathy murmur when I slipped my right hand inside her jeans. "Time to pull down your pants," I said. I opened her jeans and kissed her lightly on the fabric of her damp panties. I smelled her finger-licking love funk for the first time. But as I started to undress her bottom half I found that her skin-tight jeans didn't want to cooperate. I yanked on them and it was slow going, and then I gripped my fingers in the belt loops and tried to peel them off. "Jesus Christ, girl," I exclaimed. "What the hell did you do, glue these fuckers on?" Dee giggled like a schoolgirl. "If it's too much work Romeo, just let me know." I kissed her lips and asked for a little help. "Oh-kay, I guess so," she said, in mock annoyance. "Men nowadays..." She lifted her ass and pushed her pants down as I pulled on them. Finally they were off. "Damn, pulling off your pants is like shucking an ear of corn!" I hissed. She laughed again. "You shuck, we fuck!" I laughed at that and tossed her pants on the floor. "Not quite yet," I said. "But, we'll get there." I covered every inch of her lower body with my mouth. Licking and kissing her toes, her ankles, the tops of her feet, her soles, her ankles and shins, her calves, her knees. My tongue touched all of it. And Dee moaned and groaned and yelped and scratched the whole way. When my mouth reached her thighs my hands went round to her ass and I squeezed her taut cheeks. She squeaked when I did that. By this time her clit looked like a ripe okra. So I wrapped my lips around it and she let out with a shrill gasp I'd never heard before. And I didn't let go. - One time when I was in college, age nineteen or twenty, I was in a bar and I met a divorcee in her mid-thirties and went home with her. Her kids were with her ex-husband that weekend and she was horny. We got back to her place and she took me to bed. She made it clear that the night meant nothing but she needed to get off. She told me to eat her pussy, and she taught me how. She said to wrap my lips around her clit and never let go, forget all that tongue flying licking shit you see in the porn flicks. Stay on it, don't breathe on it and don't let air hit it. Keep your mouth on it, keep it covered, and keep it warm: Suck, kiss, lick, whatever, but don't let go. She held my head in place with her hands. And her pussy exploded into my face. That's been my approach ever since with my women and I've yet to have a complaint. I dove down on Dee and I stayed down there for quite a while. "Oh my, God!" she hissed. "Oh, shit. Oh, fuck." I grabbed her ass cheeks with an iron grip and tried to squeeze the cum out of her. "Eat my pussy baby," she went on, "I can't believe the way you're eating my pussy!" I hummed a tune into her clit like I was playing a kazoo. She screamed like a cougar. Her whole body quivered and quaked and wiggled and writhed in constant locomotion, but her hands were locked like a stationary vise on the back of my head. My lips and tongue continued their assault on her hard, swollen clit. When she came her love gates opened and months of her pent-up cum flooded my face. "Oh fuck..." she shrieked. "Oh my fucking God...Oh fucking shit...Ughhh..." When her spasms receded she tried to pull my head up toward hers but I stayed put. I wasn't done. I was staying down there until she came again. I started humming a new tune and she shook so hard she almost fell off the bed. Her hands retightened around my head and my hands spread her butt cheeks wide and I slipped part of a finger into her ass. That elicited from her another gasp of surprise and pleasure. My sax-playing skills were paying off as my strong mouth and lips stayed clutched around her hard rod and I blew a love song into her snatch. Dee quickly figured out we weren't stopping yet and started swinging her groin up and down and grinding my face. She squawked with every sway and my bed squeaked in harmony. "Oh Rob...Oh God..." she moaned. "I love your mouth...ugh. Eat me...ugh...Fucking your mouth...ugh. I love your mouth! Oh shit..." We rocked in rhythm for a few minutes more. Then I could feel another orgasm coming. She closed her legs tightly around my head. "Oh Christ, I've never been eaten like this!" she wheezed. "I'm gonna come again...ugh. Ugh. Oh Ssshhhhiiiiitttt..." Her love levee overflowed again and my face was the delta. It wasn't as forceful as the first but it was still a whole lotta love and I tasted her stewed tang for the second time. When I finally started to move my head away from her crotch she pulled my head toward hers and we began a long, wet, sloppy, cum-filled kiss. Her hands roamed my upper body and slid into my pants. Her fingers reached the tip of my rock-hard dick as we were breaking our kiss. Her eyes drilled me and glowed green and hot. "Fuck me..." Dee rasped excitedly. I stood up before her at the side of the bed. I wore nothing but my beltless jeans so when I unzipped them my hard eight inch cock popped right out and was pointing at the ceiling. Her eyes grew into saucers at the sight. Now her green eye burn was directed at my swollen, purple pole. I wiggled out of my pants and she reached over and pulled me closer. She held my cock in her hands and ran her fingers along its long edge and down to my balls. She softly kissed its glistening head. "What a beautiful cock," she said, and looked up. "Fuck me." I got on the bed and she guided my steely member right into her hungry cockpit. It was wild and wide and wet and warm and I slid right in. I didn't waste any time, I started stabbing it into her pretty good. "Squeeze me, Dee," I said. "Let me feel your sexy walls. Pinch me...yeah, that's it." With each poke I felt her sweet pussy pressure surround my cock. "Ah, that's it baby, suck it out of me!" Her moans grew louder with each push and her nails dug into my back. She sucked my tongue into her mouth and I wiggled my finger back into her ass as I pounded away. All her holes were filled. We grunted in a syncopated rut, and as the minutes elapsed I held back my load. When our mouths parted I asked her if she could come again. She nodded her head four or five times in quick succession. We fucked even harder. She stroked her juicy okra in perfect tempo as I stuffed her with raw cucumber. When I was ready to come she knew it, which triggered her third ejaculation. I let out a loud, dissonant grunt like a bull gator in mating season. I vibrated in spasms while spewing strings of my love syrup into Dee's heavenly honey pot. As I was ejecting my seed into her I felt a fresh warmth surround my cock and ooze out to my balls and I knew she had come again. - Our aftermath was sublime. Sweaty lovers, side by side, enwrapped. I had my arm around her, her head was on my shoulder and our naked bodies were molded into one. There was total peace and a comfortable silence for a few minutes before Dee spoke. "Wow," she said. "Wow." I kissed her. "My sentiments exactly," I replied. "I mean it, really. I have never had climaxes like that, ever! And your mouth... I never knew I could come like that." I maneuvered my arm more snugly around her so I could take her breast in my hand. Her hand went to my penis. After another quiet interlude she said, "I sure wish you hadn't waited so long to be unprofessional!" I chuckled and gave her tit a little squeeze. She did the same to my reawakening dick. "Really, Rob," she said. "I've had sex many, many times but I have never in my life felt so completely, totally, thoroughly, absolutely, utterly, perfectly fucked! I feel like I'm high or something." I put my mouth to hers and we shared a fresh, deep kiss. She stroked me, bringing my one-eyed monster back to full attention. "It takes two to tango," I said. "And I knew it would be great." After another prolonged silence, she softly said, "I love the feeling of your cock in my hand." "Not as much as I do..." "You know, I knew you'd be big, I just knew it. But when I first saw it pop out of your jeans, I believe my eyes about popped out of my head. And two thoughts popped into my mind." "What were they?" "First, I thought 'wow'; that thing is BIG! And second, I thought how jealous my husband would be!" She giggled and gripped me tightly around my fully-loaded grenade. I had nothing to say to that. Dee pivoted around slightly so we were closely face-to-face. Those eyes sizzled. "I want to suck your cock," she said, and kissed me. "I want to feel it in my mouth. I want to taste it. I want you to come in my mouth." She lowered herself into position and took my cockhead between her lips. Her fingers massaged my titillated chestnuts as she took me into her mouth, little by little, adjusting her position for her best angle of acceptance. I ran my fingers through her hair as I watched, mesmerized by her movements, so smooth and easy, and the sexy sight of my inflamed shaft sliding in and out of her dexterous mouth. And so it went for a time as I watched the show and enjoyed the pleasure of Dee, the skillful cocksucker. But of course before long my little cobra was fixing to spit and wouldn't be able to hold back much longer. I gripped Dee's shoulders strongly and started pumping. She knew the drill. She grabbed my ass and sucked, sucked, sucked. I groaned and she knew it was on the way, and with eight inches of cock in her mouth she stayed on it through my spasms, and when I shot my load into her, four, five, six times, she moaned with each spray, once again two lovers in perfect sync. She came up for air swallowing, and kissed my mouth with her cummy lips. It was my turn to say 'wow!'. - We soon noticed the time. It was early afternoon and we were hungry. Dee offered to take me out for lunch but I shot that idea right down, I was going to keep her naked and in my house as long as possible. I told her there was no way she was putting those jeans on again because I may exhaust myself tearing them back off, and we weren't finished for the day. I pulled a sweatshirt out of my drawer and gave it to her to wear. We went to my kitchen, Dee dressed in only a sweatshirt and me in only my jeans, and whipped up lunch. We didn't do too badly either. We baked up a frozen pizza and somehow in my fridge found the makings for a pretty good salad. As Dee was finishing her second slice of pizza she said she wanted to suck my cock again. We went back to bed. I told her that the pizza must have made her horny. She said she was horny for my pepperoni. From that day forward the word 'pizza' would always be our euphemism for sex. The next hour was spent in 69 position, each of us sucking out whatever was left from the other, then we topped it off with another racy fuck. But by then it was getting late. Dee had to get home; her daughter would be getting home from school soon and she had to be there to greet her. So we showered together. And damn, somehow my cock became slick and soapy and erect again. And damn if it didn't end up in back in her pussy. When she was dressed and her pants were glued back on, I admired her figure in her tight clothing. "Does Lynn know those are your 'fuck me' jeans?" I asked. "I don't know, she might." I told her to get on home and change before the school bus arrived. - We had started into the most intense period of wild fucking any couple could have. Because of our limited times together, we made the most of them. We grabbed a quickie on Tuesday morning when she dropped over to pick up some sales materials. She came over that Thursday night for a four hour romp. Then again the following Thursday. On New Year's Eve she spent the night, the first time we would actually sleep together. We had gone to a club and met a couple she knew, I don't remember their names, and we danced and had a decent time but we both just wanted to get back to my house and screw. Dee took me by the hand at five minutes before twelve and led me to my car, it was time to go. She gave me a slow, masterful blowjob as I drove us home. Once naked in bed I got busy eating pussy. Her first orgasm was almost immediate, but as usual I stayed with it until she unleashed her second coming, and I felt her swamp water flow. Then I mounted her sleek, fine frame and slipped my bat into her cave, and I pounded her until my rocket lifted off inside. We held each other for what seemed like a long time. At first nothing needed to be said. But soon we were talking intimately and she opened up about her marriage and her husband. She said he had swept her off her feet in Paris and she'd ended up pregnant, but found out soon enough that he was cheating on her from the start and he would fuck anything that moved. She actually tried to come back to the U.S. with only her child, but he complained that she couldn't take her away, she's my child too, etc. So they came to the U.S., were married, she took care of their child and he had his affairs. He would always try to force her to swing and fuck other couples, which she went along with a few times but was never comfortable with. So she settled into a life of knowing her husband was usually fucking around on her. And this last affair was the final affair as far she was concerned. "What was the final straw?" I asked. "He knocked up an eighteen year old girl." "I guess that would do it," I said. After a few moments of silence she took my penis in her hand and began stroking it, and eventually said, "I have a New Year's gift for you." She rolled over and reached into her purse on the table and turned back to me. "Rob, you have stuck your love muscle inside me many wonderful times. I love it in my snatch and I love it in my mouth. But there's one place you haven't stuck it yet." She opened her hand and placed a small tube of k-y jelly on my stomach. "Happy New Year!" she said. I stared at the container for a moment then looked at her. "It's not going to bite you," she said, picking up the tube. She opened it and squeezed some lube into her hand, then slathered it all over my now-hard cock. Then she handed it to me and said, "You can do the honors on me!" She rolled over ass-up. I greased my fingers and lubricated her asshole. Her bunghole opened wide, then closed, then reopened, two or three times. Like it was winking at me. This was no virgin ass. I placed the head of my dick to her o-ring and she opened for me. And I pushed. I was not the most experienced assfucker at that point in my life but I didn't let that stop me. She moaned at first, but with gentle swings I eased it in, an inch at a time. When I was halfway home I started fucking that sweet ass with solid thrusts and soon my balls were slapping her ass. Dee was shrieking in tongues and letting out what sounded like painful groans. I was hoping it was a good pain. "Oh yes...fuck my ass, boy! Fuck that fucking ass!" I was driving her like a semi-automatic nail gun. Harder, harder..." "Oh shit...what the fuck! Such a big fucking cock in my ass. Shoot your cum up my fucking ass..." That's just what I did. It flew out of me, into Dee, and I held her tight with my cock still assbound as I quivered through my aftershocks. When I pulled out I watched my jizz seep out of her asshole and onto the sheet. I spooned Dee's body with mine and held her. "Are you alright?" I asked. "I'm wonderful, I feel terrific," she said. "How 'bout you?" "Never better," I said, and I meant it. After that, anal sex was regular part of our repertoire. I made us breakfast at four a.m. She said she loved my omelet. - The mad fucking continued. Over the next couple of months we had our usual Thursday nights and every other Saturday night. In between we'd have "sales meetings". That was when she'd come over to drop something off or pick something up and we'd get naked and see how many times we could get off. A couple of times she came over my house for some work-related purpose and had her daughter wait in the car and we still found some time for fucking and sucking. Green Eye Burn One Thursday night I was over at Dee's apartment and her older sister called. We were seated on the sofa in her living room and Dee handed me the phone and started taking off my pants. Soon she was sucking my cock while I was talking to her sister on the phone. "I hear you're turning my sister in a nymphomaniac," her sister said, as Dee licked my balls and stroked my dick. "I think she's turned me into one," I grunted, as Dee took my swollen cock back into her mouth. "Well, she says you've done some amazing things to her. Says you make her spurt like a monsoon," she said as Dee throated all of me. "Ugh...ugh..." "What did you say?..." "Oh my God..." I blurted. I dropped the phone, held Dee's head and ejaculated into the back of her throat. She only gagged once. After that Dee spoke to her sister briefly while I pulled her pants down. I went down on her and she howled and yelped for several minutes until she came all over me and the couch. I didn't find out till later that the phone was off the hook and her sister listened to the whole thing. Another Thursday night I was over at her place and Dee cooked us a nice dinner. We ate delicious lasagna and salad, and I had her pussy for dessert. After she'd come twice and I'd dumped a hefty load of my lemon juice into her thirsty throat, we were lying together in our lambent flush and, as we usually would, talked. And when our bodies were naked, our thoughts usually were too. I told her my band had an early gig at Slackers on Saturday, and asked if she would like to come. Then she started to hem and haw, saying that it's not much fun sitting around for forty minutes of every hour to spend twenty minutes together. She was right of course, and I suggested that maybe she could coax a friend to go along. "Who? Maybe Sharon?" she asked. I said Sharon would be fine. "You like her, don't you?" she said. "Of course I like her, she's your friend," I babbled. "You want to fuck her, don't you?" she said. I started to blather some mumbo jumbo but she cut me off. "Oh, relax Loverboy, we both know she's hot!" Then she reached over to her nightstand and picked up the phone. "Hey, honey," Dee said, when Sharon answered. I only heard one side of the conversation, but it went something like this: "Rob and I were lying here, resting in between orgasms, and your name came up...Yeah...And he thinks you're hot and he wants to fuck both of us...No, together...Can you get away Saturday night?...Rob has a gig...Afterward at his place..." She looked at me and asked what time was the gig. I told her three to seven. She went back to her conversation with Sharon. "Three to seven, what do you say?...Really?...Great, I can't wait...Okay, perfect...Sure, I'll tell him. Bye." "It's all set," she said with a satisfied smile. "You're gonna have two fine women in your bed Saturday night! There's just one small condition though." "Uh oh, here we go. And what would that be?" I asked. "She wants you to cook her up one of your mean omelets!" "Okay," I said. "I'll pick up some eggs." I kissed her. Her phone call had aroused me again and I was ready to pick up where we'd left off. "Rob," she said, when we broke our kiss. "Remember when we talked about my marriage and I told you about all of my husband's affairs?" "Yes." "Well, I had one too. It was with Sharon." Our sex was sweet, and I couldn't help thinking how it might be sweeter still come Saturday. - On Saturday, we were just finishing up the second set when they walked in, and just about every eye in the house followed them to their table. They both wore their 'fuck me' jeans, Dee in blue and Sharon in black, with heels and tight tops. They looked sensational. I sat down between them and thanked them both for coming. "Oh, no problem," Sharon said softly, her mouth close to my ear. "It's not every day I get to fuck a handsome man and a pretty woman at the same time!" She squeezed my hand. Dee asked me for my house key and said that they would be leaving before the end of the gig to go to my house and set up. I handed her the key and asked what they had to set up. "You won't be disappointed," was all she said. - The lower level of my house was a large, carpeted family room, and was where I did most of my entertaining and where my TV and stereo were located. And when I walked in I was not disappointed. There was a fire burning in the fireplace and soft jazz music playing. Scented candles burned in various locations around the room, giving a soft glow to what lay before me. On the floor they had created our love nest: a king-sized lair of cushions, pillows, and a mass of layered quilts and comforters. A stainless steel wine bucket with two bottles in it was sitting on the floor reflecting the flicker of the fireplace. At the sight of the women entering the room, my dick was already on high alert. They held hands and both wore short, sheer negligees and thongs, and nothing else. Dee's thong was red, Sharon's was black, and their four nipples were plain to see through the gauzy fabrics. "Hello, Handsome," Dee said. "Are you ready?" I nodded. "Let's start with a kiss." She pressed her lips to mine and we embraced, and we kissed long and deep. As soon as we parted Sharon took over, kissing me hard, groping me, tasting my mouth and tongue. When we separated, she wrapped her arms around Dee and they kissed like lovers right before one of them went off to war. This was a hard rock turn on. "I think we should help Rob get a little more comfortable, don't you, Dee?" Sharon said. "Absolutely," Dee replied. Sharon stood facing me, kissed me again and started slowly unbuttoning my shirt. Dee stood behind me and pressed her pussy to my ass, kissed my neck and reached her arms around my waist and started unsnapping my jeans. My shirt came off and Sharon's lips tickled my shoulders. My pants dropped to the floor and Dee dropped to her knees and I felt her tongue enter my ass. Sharon's tongue slipped into my mouth and her right hand fondled my dick in my boxers. "We're going to have fun tonight," Sharon murmured. I didn't have to tell her I was having fun already. Now that I had a raging hard-on and was stripped to my boxers, they told me to have a seat on the chair they placed in position. Dee handed me a glass of wine and said that they were going to do a striptease for me. I sat down and sipped my wine. They started with a slow, silky dance, holding one another close and French kissing to the jazz samba background music, a few minutes of lezzy love. Sharon's hand slid under Dee's thong, then she slowly opened Dee's wrap, pulled it over her shoulders and it fell to the floor. Dee's nipples were rigid like crabapples. Then Sharon knelt, slid the thong aside and put her mouth on that glorious gash. My dick was at full staff, jutting through the slit in my shorts. I slurped the rest of the wine in my glass. Soon Sharon rose and Dee undressed her while they kissed. Dee removed Sharon's thong and replaced it with her mouth. Sharon whimpered with delight and grinded into her face. Sharon's left hand was on the back of Dee's head, but her eyes were on me, beckoning. I rose, tossed my shorts aside and walked over to her, put my tongue in her mouth and we kissed with a savage lust. "I want to fuck you," she rasped. "I'm going to eat you first," I said. "Yes..." Dee rose to her feet and kissed me, then kissed Sharon. "Lie down," she said. "I've fantasized about watching Rob fuck you." We lowered onto our love nest and Sharon and I shared another bionic kiss. Then my lips and tongue traveled southward bit by bit, to her neck, her shoulders, her luscious tits. I sucked those tits, I licked her navel, and I kissed her thighs, circling around her seductive slit. She was squirming with anticipation. I got in position for my attack and I felt Dee's hands between my legs. Sharon's pussy was clean shaven, the first shaved pussy I'd ever seen. In those days women would trim and wax their pubes, but I'd never seen one shaved. But if one thing could possibly have turned me on more than I already was, that was it. I was on my knees between Sharon's legs and she let out a loud cry when I put my mouth on her love knob. I must have hit the right button because she started squealing and wouldn't stop. Dee was behind me with her hands on my cock. One hand stroked my shaft, one hand massaged my balls and her tongue caressed the crack of my ass. "Yes!" Sharon squawked, "Eat my goddamn pussy!" My hair was squeezed in bunches in her fists as her body thrashed. "Goddamn, Dee, where did you find this guy? Yes, that's it!" Dee pulled my cock back through my legs and began sucking my cock from behind. Another first: not only eating a bald pussy but getting a backward blowjob at the same time! She pulled it back as far as it would go without breaking it. I could feel her face on my balls and ass so I know she must have had most of it in her mouth. "Oh, fuck..." Sharon screamed. She came in a mad rush and her body throbbed like a wounded duck. Sharon expected me to come up for air, but of course I didn't. Besides, Dee had my dick in her mouth. I just kept munching on her honeysuckle and she kept wriggling like a hooked eel. I gripped her buttocks to help squeeze out another frenzy from within. She yowled when I rammed a couple of fingers in her ass. "Oh my god..." she wailed, "I'm going to come again...Oh shit..." That's when I came. It was intense too, my body was quaking like a willow tree as I tried to shoot my wad into Dee's mouth and keep my lips on Sharon's walnut at the same time. She came soon after and as I rolled over to her side, Dee moved her cum-filled mouth to Sharon's open lips and they shared a long, greasy kiss while lying in a puddle of Sharon's jungle juice. The rest of that night went pretty much like that, one sex act after another, and with many interesting combinations. I fucked and went down on two glorious twats, fucked two magnificent asses, had my cock sucked three times, sucked four killer tits and had my ass licked. But I think the hottest of it all was watching those two fine women eat pussy. What a turn-on! The highlight for me was fucking Sharon's ass while she was eating Dee's pussy; and Dee was smiling shyly and staring straight at me the whole time. Ooh, that green eye burn. - My relationship with Dee continued on very well for a while, and the sex remained great, but after about three months things started getting weird. Her behavior became erratic. She would occasionally miss appointments for no good reason or forget to do something that was rather important. Also, I started receiving bizarre phone calls at all hours, some odd, some cranks, some threatening. Dee was pretty sure her husband was behind it. It looked like the stress of her dealing with her divorce, a child, her work and our relationship was getting the best of her. We broke up. But then of course that made working together awkward and after a few weeks she found another job. I always felt bad about the way we ended. I didn't see her after that for a long time. About a year later, I was leaving a meeting at a radio station and I saw her entering the building. It was uncomfortable to say the least, but we chatted for a couple of minutes. She said she was now working there as a sales rep. Over the following year or so I saw her at the station perhaps three times and it was always cordial but uneasy. As the months elapsed I continued to feel more and more remorseful about the way our good thing had ended so abruptly, and thought perhaps I should make some kind of effort to smooth things over a bit, and remove the thorniness. So, I called her at the radio station. They told me that Dee didn't work there anymore. About three hours later I was sitting at my desk when she called me back. I explained my feelings about finding a comfort zone between us. She thought it was a good idea and we arranged to meet for lunch a couple of days later. We met at a seafood restaurant right on the river, and got a table in the corner by ourselves. We made small talk: how's business?, Lynn is growing up, the ugly divorce is final, things like that. We were uptight at first but it didn't take long before we relaxed and our playfulness returned. I truly had intentions of us just finding some kind of level of friendship, but it soon went past that. She told she had never had climaxes like she had with me, before or since. I told her about the many times I'd missed eating her sweet pussy. We laughed about our first kisses and the first time I fucked her ass. We both were turned on and when we left the restaurant she was wet and I was hard. She followed me home. We spent the rest of the afternoon fucking and sucking and I came in all her holes. It was just as good as we remembered. It wasn't until she was getting dressed to leave at around four thirty that she told me she had blown off a doctor's appointment. I found out later the doctor was her psychiatrist. Then things got weird again and I slowly started to realize what a mistake it had been to hook up again. She began stalking me. I'd come home from work and there would be notes and gifts left on my porch. She would call me at all hours, early morning, late at night. If I didn't answer she would leave long, rambling messages while she masturbated. She said she loved me, she wanted me to fuck her brains out, she wanted to have my baby. This went on for several weeks. I stayed away from my house as much as I could to avoid her, but eventually she caught me at home one evening. She wanted to fuck. I tried to reason with her about how unhealthy our alliance had become but she wasn't processing the information. She just offered to suck my cock. Finally, I just told her she was nuts and to get the fuck out. When she left I had gooseflesh up and down my arms thinking about her next phone call. About an hour later the phone rang, and I said, "Oh, shit," out loud. I let the machine pick up and listened to a female voice begin to leave a message. "Hello, Bill," the message began. "This is Lynn ____, Dee's daughter. I hate to bother you, but..." I picked up the phone. Lynn had called to warn me. She said that her mother may come by to see me, and if she did please call her right away and keep her mother there until she could come get her. She told me her mother had been diagnosed with a serious mental illness and had gone missing. As soon as they found her, her doctor was going to have her committed to a psychiatric hospital. I felt terrible having to tell her that Dee had already been here and I had told her to fuck off. - A few years later I read in the newspaper that Dee had passed away due to an undisclosed illness. I didn't really know her family but I felt a need to go to the memorial service. I didn't know anyone and certainly didn't want to make anyone uncomfortable, so my plan was to slip in at the last second, sit in the back and leave right before the end. I sat in the back row just as the service was beginning. It was not a large church and I could see some familiar faces as I looked around. I recognized Lynn in the first row, now a young woman in her early twenties. And I saw Sharon too, seated near the front with a man I guessed was her husband. I didn't get out of there quite fast enough because soon Lynn was tracking me down in the parking lot. Someone must have told her I was there. She called my name and I turned toward her voice. She ran up to me and surprisingly gave me a hug. She was a smaller version of her mom. She was perhaps two inches shorter, but just as slim and shapely. Nice perky breasts, brown hair cut neat and the same big green eyes. She was an attractive young woman. "Thank you so much for coming, Rob," she said. "It means a lot. But weren't you even going to say hello and let us know you came?" I told her I didn't want to make anyone uncomfortable and offered my condolences. She said she was happy I'd made it and had hoped that I would. She asked if I had any free time over the following couple of days. She wanted to talk. She said she would be home for several more days before heading back to school for the end of her senior year and graduation. I didn't feel I could say no. - It was a pleasant afternoon and we met at a park along the river and sat at a picnic table facing one another. We sipped iced teas through straws. She was dressed in snug blue jeans and a tan sweater. I could appreciate her body; it was much like her mother's. "Thank you, Rob, for meeting me," she began. "I've wanted to talk to you forever. Mom and I were very close, especially as I got older. We didn't have any secrets. She told me so much about you that I feel like I know you really well even though I hardly know you at all." She looked me in the eyes. Her eyes were moist and had the same green glow as Dee's. "You were good for her. You made her happy." Tears snuck out of her eyes. I reached over and held her hands in mine. I didn't know what to say but mumbled something about what a good woman her mother was. "I remember the first time I saw you," she continued. "Mom was dropping off something at your house and you came out onto your front porch. I told her I thought you were handsome." She wiped her eye with her thumb. "I think she loved you," she said with a teary chuckle. "She said you were 'good sperm'!" "Good sperm?" I replied. "What the hell does that mean?" She smiled and said, "That was Mom's term for a guy that would make the ideal life and soul mate. Good looks, good genes, intelligent. A guy that would be good to create a heritage with. You know, good sperm." She talked at length about her parents' divorce, her mother's depression and illness, the difficult family issues. I could feel her catharsis as she unloaded and enlightened me on so many things I'd missed. But after a while she returned to reminiscing about the good days of her mother and me. "You know, I've seen you naked," she said, out of the blue. I almost fell off my bench. "Yeah, right," I said. "No, really," she said matter-of-factly. "And I know you have a big cock. I saw Mom sucking it." The hard drive in my brain froze up and crashed as I attempted to google my memory. I tried to recall when and how the hell that could have happened and how that might have affected a twelve year old girl. She noticed my unease. "Oh, it's okay," she said. "I wasn't damaged by it or anything." I asked her on what occasion she had observed this. She said she was waiting in the car out in front of my house when her mom had come over to drop off some papers. She grew tired of waiting and got out of the car and walked around. She found a window at the back of the house. "You fucked her too," Lynn said. "She was up against the back of a sofa. And the sounds she made, oh my god... I was pretty young but I knew they were good sounds. They were sounds of joy. Sounds of ecstacy. I could smell your sex when she got back in the car." "Lynn, I'm so sorry you had to see that..." "Oh, it's okay. Rob, it was beautiful. My mom was going through hell at the time and she found bliss. With you. And looking back, I truly appreciate that." She rose up off her bench, spanned her sleek body across the table and kissed me on the lips. "Thank you." We walked around the park and she told me more of her memories. She held my arm much of the time as we walked. We ate slices of pizza at a shop near the park. When we left the shop and started our walk back Lynn again grabbed my arm. She thanked me for the late lunch, then sighed and said, "Pizza makes me horny." That stopped me in our tracks. She spun around and green eye burned me. There was a brief, edgy silence, and then with a coy smile she said, "You know, Mom told me everything." Green Eye Burn "I can see that..." Then she kissed me. I was hesitant at first, but soon our lips parted and I savored the power of her tongue in my mouth. Wrapped in her arms, the kiss lasted and lingered. We parted and she held my right hand in her left. She gently caressed my face with her right. "That was not a 'thank you' kiss," she said. "And it wasn't a 'nice guy' kiss either. She squeezed my hand like a vise. "Take me home with you," she said. - I tried to tell her how wrong it was in so many ways but I wasn't very convincing. I said I was too old for her but she shot that right down by saying that that an age difference hadn't stopped her mother when I came along. She had me there. The truth was that after all the verbal intimacy I wanted to please her. And I wanted her too. She followed me to my house and we were no sooner inside the front door and we attacked each other. I told her I needed to use the bathroom and when I came out a minute later she was naked on my bed. I pulled off my clothes and got into bed with her. We kissed with fierce abandon and I sucked her nubile nipples and covered her body with kisses. Then I put my mouth on her young pussy for the first time. Lynn was not a loud lover like her mother. She just repeated "uh...uh...uh...uh..." over and over in a breathy, staccato cadence as she rhythmically pushed her groin toward the source of her pleasure. She came in a rush and I tasted her fresh spunk. She pulled my head to hers and our mouths meshed and our tongues danced. She touched my cock for the first time and pulled it toward her soaked pink sinkhole. That snatch was snug, and it hugged me tight. But she was good and wet and we soon fell into a sexy sync as I pushed my package into her. I slipped a finger into her asshole: it was small and super tight. I didn't think I would be buttfucking this gal. We fucked with fierce abandon as we rocked, and her sweet pussy sucked my cock as my mouth sucked her tongue. I came with a groan and shot sticky strings of semen deep inside of her. I rolled off and lay beside her and she instantly curled up in my arms and kissed me. We basked in our own silent glimmer for a couple of minutes before she spoke. "That was unbelievable!" she said. "You really know how to fuck a girl! No wonder you drove my mother wild!" "Yeah, well, pizza makes me horny," I said. She laughed, kissed me and said, "Let's do it again!" I fucked her lovely pussy twice more that night before we fell off to sleep. In the early morning she sucked me awake and soon I was pounding her tasty pickle jar again. It was a beautiful eye opener: coming together as daylight began peeping through the curtains. We fell back to sleep and woke a couple hours later. As usual, I woke up with a hard-on, so of course something had to be done about that. Lynn took immediate action and put it to good use by sitting on it and feeding it into her slimy slot. We rolled over and this time we fucked slow and easy, lips to lips, for some time until we both had achieved our release. I told her I would cook us breakfast, so I threw on some shorts and Lynn put on a t-shirt. I had to work in the kitchen while she shuffled around bare-assed. She did have a nice behind. After we'd eaten and cleared the dishes she thanked me for a delicious breakfast and kissed me. We kissed again. "Omelets make me horny," she said, unzipping my fly. "Holy shit, girl, I think you're going to kill me!" I joked. "Aw, come on Rob. I have to leave in a little while. How about one more for the road?" My shorts were at my ankles and my dick was already armed and ready. I put my hands under her ass and lifted her up onto the kitchen table. The angle worked just fine. I slammed my cock into her right on the edge of the table and I fucked her with her shirt on. When I shot my seed into her I shivered and shuddered convulsively and briefly lost my balance. I swear it must have been her pussy's grip around my cock that kept me from falling over. We kissed until I went limp inside her. She jumped in the shower because she had to get going back to school and had a three hour drive. Soon she was dressed again in those skintight jeans that showed off her firm ass so well. I felt another tingle down south. When we kissed goodbye she told me what a fabulous time she had had and how good it was to finally talk and get to know one another. I didn't disagree. She then put her hand behind my head and kissed me hard and her tongue dive-bombed into my mouth. After the kiss she put her other hand on the crotch and felt my growing member. "And take care of this bad boy," she said with a little smile, as she rubbed it. "I may have to come back for more one of these days. She drove off and I didn't talk to her again for quite a while. - - - - About seven months later I went out to dinner with Robin, a woman I had recently met. It was Christmastime and the place was decorated for the holidays and yuletide melodies were playing nonstop. As we were entering the restaurant I saw a familiar face walking out. It was Lynn, and she was holding hands with an attractive blond woman. And Lynn was very obviously pregnant. We said our hellos and she introduced us to her companion Irene, and I introduced Robin. We chatted a little, avoiding the obvious elephant in her womb. Then Robin broached the subject. "When are you due, Honey?" she asked. "In early February," Lynn said. "I can't wait." "Well, you look radiant!" Robin said. "Thank you," Lynn responded. "I lucked out and found some 'good sperm'." Lynn's big green eyes moved from Robin's to mine, then to Irene's, then back to mine. I was burned again. We said our goodbyes and Irene slipped me a subtle wink. She lipped 'thank you' to me right before they turned and walked off hand-in-hand. "What the hell was that all about?" Robin asked, just as the hostess greeted us. As we were walking to our table, I knew I'd better think up something pretty damn quick. END "Green Eye Monster" Why is his name green eyed monster? Eason, from the Caribbean Country side from Kingston his dad was half French, and his mother was full blooded Jamaican. He had eyes that match the seaweed of the warm Caribbean waters of his native home; he had been living in the states for 10 years now. Eason was 23 years old at this time. And he didn't come from money he was a country boy that worked hard on his family farm. His dad told him stories about kings all over the world. He had him read the finest books reading from up to an hour a half a day, he had math skills of a High School teacher. He was home schooled but very educated; his passion was health and exercise science that was his life reading and farming. Eason was also a virgin let's see for how long... Eason wasn't an ugly man at all, standing at 6'4, weighing about 240 pounds but he was toned, and had a four pack. He was corn feed big upper body no tattoos on his flesh at all, long dread locks to his back, his face was pretty and smooth, he had a baby face with a grown man body.. His skin and the sun were like best friends. That matched the color of the night. He didn't dress the best and wasn't a ladies man but he respected them. It was my first day of being a personal trainer at Gold's Gym. Only way I could get most of my money is by signing clients. David the owner a tall slender man of absolutely no attraction stood awkwardly at his desk. "Eason?" "Yes? " "I have some lends for you here about 15 numbers get to calling them ASAP." "Yes sir." "And smile more you have to make them feel welcome!" "Alright sir, is there anything else?" "Yes it is calling me sir this isn't the Army..." "Alright sir stop, I mean David." Well let me get the call list, took me 40 minutes to set up my days of the workout plans. I have my first client on Monday, yes I can wait. The weekend went pass, before I could walk to clock in, David called me over... "Eason what time is your first workout?" "Not till 11:30." "Well good I want you to train Ms. Wills today, she's right over there just go talk to her." "Alright sir, I mean David ..." Eason walked over to the woman David proclaimed to be Ms. Willis. "Hi, how are you doing my name is Eason." He said in a very nervous voice. Eason could be shy at times. "Are you Ms. Willis?" "Yes I am Ms. Wills but you can call me Nicole handsome where are you from?" she said with a very heavy accent. "Mam, I'm from Jamaica." "Wow! Jamaica that's amazing. I love your locks mmmm." Ms. Willis said in the flirtiest voice possible. Ms. Wills was rich mix, her mom was from France, and her dad was African American, she had skin bright as white butter. She owned her own real estate and had business degree, she was 34 years old. "Mmm...let's get to work Eason." "Well, I have to see what your goals are." Eason said in a stern voice trying to sound professional. "To lose some damn weight! That's my goal!" She said as she laughed. Eason thought different he loved her curves a lot, her skin was a turn on he loved him a light skinned woman. It was unique to him, plus she smelled very very nice. Apple berry Shampoo and Plus dove soap that touched her skin two times a day. Eason smiled. "Well let's have a sit so we can talk about your goals." "What exactly is it that you want to do with your body mam?" "Stop calling me mam, I'm not that old Eason you come from respectful nice home don't you? "Yes, my parents work very hard to show me a better life than they had." "Where did your pretty green eyes come from? Sorry for all these questions..." "It's ok well my dad's mom is from France and she had green eyes so it's just genetics I guess." "Did you say France?" Ms. Wills looked thirsty when she asked that. "Yes." "My mom is from France... you speak the language of love?" "Yes I know a little something." Ms. Wills began to speak... "Êtes-vous célibataire.(Are you single?)" "oui.(yes)" Eason replied. "Pour quoi. (Why?)" "Eason Je ne sais pas. (I don't know)" "un jour vous rencontrer quelqu'un .. (One day you will meet someone)" "Merci (thanks) '' Eason replied. "I see that you do know a little something something pretty boy." "Alright alright, back to work, so today we are just going to do a mild workout." "'We're going to do legs first that's your biggest muscle on your body.. So squats will be first." He showed her how to do it... Ms. Wills tried it but couldn't do it right so he got behind her... To show her, he began to count " 1,2,3 squat!" She set down on the bench then got back up... "Again 1,2,3 squat!" She squatted then she let out a moan as she lifted the bar up on her shoulders... Eason was kind of turned on that sound of her moaning, the smell of her body, he knew that skin was baby soft.. "1,2,3 squat! One more." "1,2,3 squat!" Her booty grinded against his dick on the last one... Ms. Wills began to think to herself... This boy got a snake in his plants.. Man his accent is a turn on, I never seen a dark black man with green eyes before, his locks is just a bonus, my short self can't handle a man like this. Then she looks at him in the mirror that was in front of them. The hell I can't... "You did pretty well, let's do 3 more please and we can do cool down and then a mild walk." "Are you trying to kill me Eason? Just playing." Ms. Wills said with a grin. So after the work outs we did a few laps around the gym, we started talking about life. She wanted to know everything but I didn't give her everything. David walked up to Ms. Wills. "Did you have a good workout?" he said in fake happy voice. "Yeah it's was pretty good." She said as she smiled at Eason. David asked how about we step in my office and sign you up with some sessions. I'll tell you the fees and all. "Ok." Ms. Wills said. Eason waited outside the office. ...Thinking of her booty his getting me hard plus I got these shorts on, let me stop thinking of her.. Mmm sad puppies.. Dying rats.. Big mamma house. Ms. Wills walked out the office. "See you later; I never got your name!" "I'm Eason." "Nice name. See you later ok?" He looked at her booty while she walked away. David yelled from his office. "Eason come on in here! You did pretty well nigga, she signed up for 120 sessions with you, and she dropped 2,500 dollars on you, nice keep it up. Now get back to work." "Yes sir, I mean David. She'll be here again tomorrow." I did my other workouts with the other two new clients. And I went home thinking about Ms. Wills .I got on hard again thinking about her. So I went in my room in start jacking off, I closed my eyes and pictured the things I wanted to do to her. What a woman... i wonder if she's single? Next day at work I saw her again. I couldn't wait to see her... She started smiling when she saw me we talked more during the workouts. Weeks went then a few months went pass. Ms. Wills was 5'3 short in use to weigh 208 pounds now she weighed roughly 152 pounds. "I look amazing." said Ms. Wills in love with her new body. "Thank you Eason very much. I want to repay you please let me cook dinner for you tonight." Eason loved food so he accepted thankful that she asked. "Eason you look different too." She said in a very observant way. "You look more toned, I see you have 6 pack now... nice very nice." Eason smiled yeah I try. "Come over at 8, here's my address..." Ms. Wills handed Eason a small sheet of paper with her address written sloppily on it. "See you later Eason." I finished working out then went home to shower. I was so happy to hang out with Ms. Wills. He threw on some decent clothes, a white V-neck and his gold chain spray good on... and was out the door by 7:40. He got there at 7:55 Eason come in take your shoes off please Wow her place was big and amazing she must have a lot of money thought Eason. "Look at you looking all handsome in what not." Ms. Wills said as she reached out to give Eason a friendly hug. "Come see what I made for dinner..." "Oh my god, you made jerk chicken? Mmmm it looks so good, I bet it taste good also!" While she was fixing my plate I was looking at her like a creep I was just amazed of the hard work she put in the gym her body looked amazing, I'm getting on hard again let me stop. Big mamma house... "Here's your plate pray over the food please if you don't mind." So I did. "God thank you for this meal you have set in front of me and thank you for Ms. Wills an amazing friend and woman. Eason said as he opened his eyes and shot a grin over at Ms. Wills. Amen." "Wow, nice Eason you got me turning red and shit." Ms. Wills said jokingly. Why is he so nice? He's like different from a lot of men; a lot of men would have tried sleeping with me by now. Hmmmm I wonder I bet he's mmmm... "Eason are you a virgin?" WTF did that come from mmm do I tell her the truth or lie, I must be honest. "Yes I am Ms. Willis." "Why are you a virgin?" She asked. "The way you look I bet women drop in bow down to you, plus you're Jamaican if I was your age I would have made moves on you." "Why be my age why can't I have so you now?" Omg where did that come fine from? This wine... Eason thought to himself. "Sorry Ms. Wills." "Don't be come here Eason..." I grabbed his pretty face then I kissed his big full lips. It tasted like honey to me... I started moaning and feeling on his abs... I can't believe I'm kissing Ms. Wills... I'm breathing hard now I pick her up I feel amazing... "Omg yes baby carry me to my room it's down the hall!" He laid me on my bed. "Take your shirt off.'' She whispered in a soft sexual voice. He did. "Take your dreads down for me..." He did. His hair hung past his shoulders. "Come closer to me boo..." She asked me to do a few things for her so I did, I was scared but I was ready. Eason look at you, you're not human you're my beast a monster... Your mine baby. The way this woman got me feeling, I'm on super hard. "Come here I see that you're on hard let me see your manhood." She unbuckled his belt, unzipped his pants and pulled out his manhood from the gray Hanes briefs that had been holding it hostage from her. "Wow, mmm coco I have to taste this..." This woman is giving me head. I never felt this feeling before I'm breathing harder my eyes started rolling back I started moaning myself... "Mmmmm, Ugh..." I love when a man moans it's such a turn on, my pussy is wet by the looks of this man, and his dick in my mouth.. I stop and bend over for him because I knew he was always looking at my ass. "Eason I want you to fuck me doggy style baby." I can't believe this is happening to me some reason I want to eat her out I want to taste this woman. "Eason what are you doing?" Oh my god, I started giving her head while her body was facing like she was ready for doggy style... her soft ass on my face.. "Please don't stop! Eason!!" she screams. "Your head game is fucking amazing! I thought you were a virgin!" "I am...for some reason my heart just told me to do it." "Well follow your heart baby. Yesss..." So I kept going then I stopped to put my dick in her pussy doggy style. I'm no Virgin no more. "Work me slow honey, this a lot of dick I have to get use to this baby..." She talked to me like I was doing this forever but this was my first time. Green Eyed Monster I disliked the new girl immediately. She was dressed like a two-dollar hooker and had all the grace of a road accident. "Rose." I pronounced her name slowly, letting the tone of my voice slide over her like an unfriendly hand. It had the desired effect. She flushed and looked down. "You took that name because of your hair," I further accused. Instantly she shook her head. The long red waves rustled softly against her creamy skin. "No, I was born so." "Shut up. Get on your knees and address me properly." Clumsily the girl plopped to her shins. "M, Mistress?" She looked up at me with her leaf-green eyes, hoping she'd gotten something right. "Eyes down!" I stabbed a finger toward Hell. A trace of a tear started to show beneath the excessive make-up. I sighed. I had been too hard on her. "Tasha!" My assistant shot into the room as if kicked from behind. "Yes, Mistress?" "Get her cleaned up and take her to the robing room. Bring her back here on—" I consulted my calendar— "Tuesday at two o'clock. And teach her some manners!" I snapped. Tasha led the snuffling newbie away. I simply could not understand how a novitiate this green had made it through the gates of this House. Disgusted, I went about my chores as chief administrator. But the new girl's beauty haunted me. I had trouble getting her out of my mind. * * * Rose was trouble from the start, trouble for me, anyway. Something about her eagerness to please bugged me. Even for a sub she seemed too docile, too willing to do as she was told. And she learned quickly. Tasha reported that Rose was possessed of an uncanny devotion. Whether the girl was polishing stair railings or sweating in dance class, she gave her complete attention to the task at hand. This made me frown all the more. As CAO of the House, one of my primary duties was to see to it that no girl was presented to the Goddess until the novitiate could move, speak, behave properly in every way. Then, of course, the slave's real training would begin. It seemed that Rose would be ready to be presented very soon — too soon. I didn't like it, and I didn't like her. Tuesday afternoon my hands were cramped from clenching my daybook too hard. The little bell rang, signifying that my appointment was ready. "Bring her in." My breath caught at the lovely creature that Tasha led into my office. Rose was gorgeous. She walked on all fours with the grace of a Lipizzan. The cut of her green blouse supported her breasts and held them out, as if they were hors d'oeuvres being offered up on a tray. "Look at me," I commanded. Rose obeyed, instantly shifting to a kneeling position, knees apart, hands behind her on the carpet. The green blouse made her eyes lambent as jewels. The girl's hair was loosely pulled back from her temples, framing her Hollywood face. Her expression was one of beatific servility as her breasts arced up and out. My eyes traveled along the décolletage that walked the tightrope between demure and slutty. Below the shirt was the flat belly of a teenager. I had to work to keep my face impassive. Rose's micro-mini hiked up her smooth thighs. In the shadows I thought I could just detect ... "Take off your skirt," I ordered. Instantly Rose pulled the wrap aside. I was barely aware of the ripping sound of velcro, for this time I really did have to bite down hard. Tasha had shaved the girl's pubic hair into a perfect red heart. I couldn't stand it, I really couldn't stand it. "Excuse me," I said abruptly, and stood up from my desk. For the first time the novitiate lost her composure. Her face registered surprise, even though she hung onto her ability to keep silent. "Hold that pose." I tried to keep my voice stern, but it cracked. Tasha followed me into the hall. "Mistress, what's wrong? Surely the Goddess will be pleased." "I know. I know She will." I gulped back tears. The strength of my reaction made me angry with myself. I took a deep breath and got hold of myself. Tasha looked worried but I ignored her concern. I turned toward my private study and flapped a hand in the direction of the office. "Take her away. Train her for two more weeks. Keep her out of my sight." I ducked into my sanctuary without looking back. * * * Two weeks slid by in the blink of a lash. I had a sick feeling in the pit of my stomach that Rose would be so beautiful as to be almost ethereal. The Goddess would be pleased, all right. I was so jealous I could hardly see straight. Rose was probably being groomed to replace me. Sure, I was CAO. Under my guidance the House ran smoothly with nary an error. But what if Rose became number one in Her bed? What if I were kept on as no more than a glorified dray horse? I would just die. It would just kill me. Yet where else in the city could I go? This House was my home, my life. I thought of the other Doms in the region. There weren't many. Master Tomlinson was cruel -- I couldn't survive living there. Mistress Bowen did not appeal to me in the least. I made a face, remembering how She dressed Her girls, like peasant milkmaids. Ugh. And I couldn't imagine living and working outside -- in a world that didn't understand --. The little bell rang. I steeled myself for my duty. * * * Rose made not a sound as I led her into the Goddess' sunroom. She must have practiced her breathing. A sidelong glance told me she was moving. Otherwise I would have thought she was dead. I didn't have to tell her to kneel in the center of the room. This was as it should be. Undoubtedly Tasha had taken Rose through the ritual hundreds of times. Sunlight lazed a golden tongue over the girl's midriff, glinted in a few strands of her flame-red hair. She looked fabulous. I turned my back on the dazzling sight and took my own position, kneeling, two paces in front and two paces to the right of the novitiate. In my left hand I held Rose's leash. It was only for ceremony. Of course the girl wasn't going to go anywhere. Except there, I thought bitterly. My eyes flicked involuntarily to the playroom door. My mind filled with images of the Goddess running Her fingers through the red heart between Rose's legs. Surely the Goddess would bend Rose over, command the girl to spread her legs and lift that micro-mini skirt. The Goddess would paddle that creamy ass to a shade of blushing pink, even red, while Rose struggled not to cum. I was picturing the new girl's nipples hardening with lust when the Goddess swept in. Immediately I dropped my eyes, but not before I saw Her face light up at the sight of Rose. * * * That night was a terrible night. My mind ran wild, hellishly distorting my happy memories of time spent under Her Divine hands. In my imagination, it was Rose receiving the torture and delight, instead of me. I choked as I thought of what the two of them were doing. Rose would be the best submissive the Goddess ever had, and I would be out on my ear, or relegated to the status of a mere worker bee. I cried torrents of tears, biting my sobs into the pillow so no one would hear. Time passed, and the Goddess didn't send for me. I lay alone in my bed. I didn't masturbate, not only because I didn't have permission, but because I had no interest. It was Her touch I longed for, not my own. Eventually I grew resigned to my fate. I still did my job as accurately as ever, but had no sense of humour. I went through my days by rote. I stuffed back my sadness and anger. On occasion I would pass Rose in the hall. She carried the glow of a fulfilled woman. Her happiness made me sick. It was especially hard to keep my composure during my weekly business meetings with the Goddess. I did it, though. I clamped back my emotions and concentrated on the affairs of the House. Once or twice I thought She gave me a thoughtful look, but She didn't ask, and I volunteered nothing. Then one night, about six weeks later, She rang for me. I could hardly believe it! Frantically I raced through my toilette, combing perfuming and buffing myself. I made myself as polished as possible in the space of about fifteen seconds. Outside Her door I paused, willing my heart to calmness, smoothing my breathing to a state of grace. Then I gave a timid tap on the wood. "Come." Her voice caressed my ears. Once inside I slid into a position of supplication. I had ached for this moment and feared it would never come. Yet here I was, back where I should be, yielding completely to Her every whim. My heart did a little dance of joy in my chest. Ironically, I was almost unaware of being led into the playroom, so delirious was I to be back. The Goddess directed me to the horse. I lay perpendicular upon it, my face in the oval massage mask. "You've been sending me mixed messages," She said, and my tears began before a single physical touch. "Goddess." Tears choked my voice. "In our weekly meetings you've been pretending that everything is okay, yet your demeanor is sullen and miserable. Is it not so?" "Yes, Goddess." Whack! A sharp blow landed on my naked backside. The rush of sensation exploded through my system. I was not quite able to stifle a groan. "You lied to me!" This time I really did cry, for the utter shame of it. "I — I didn't mean to, G—" Whack! Emotions boiled through me, shame and arousal and pleasure and pain. I spread my legs just a little farther, as far as I could, hoping the next blow would land on my center. Please, Goddess, spank me! But She made me wait. "You were jealous, isn't that right?" "Yes!" I cried. Then the rain descended. Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack! She did not stop until my bottom resembled the Rose of whom I'd been so envious. The Goddess herself was breathing hard when She finally rolled me over. "It will please you to know," She panted, "that Rose is gone." "Gone?" I stared, blank and uncomprehending. "Why?" Her lips curved in a smile. "My darling, Rose was a gift, from Master Tomlinson to Mistress Bowen. He knew He couldn't train the girl to serve a Goddess, so He sent her to be trained by Me." I lay still, in shock. Then, "I'm sorry I ever doubted you!" I buried my face in Her neck and wept. The Goddess cuddled me in Her arms. "Don't ever doubt Me again." She petted my hair. Then She pulled back a little and gave me a wolfish grin. "Or further punishment will have to be arranged." Thanks to rgraham666 for consultation. Please vote! Thanks, L8. Green Eyed Party Games I'm jealous of the light, the sounds, the laughter. It's muffled and dim and I only get snippets. For all I know, it could be a simply miserable party. But all the same, I am filled with envy. She's out there, with them. What was it she said? A night away from herself? A night to wear lace instead of leather, to be held down instead of.... No! Try not to think about it. But, what else is there TO think about? I lay there, strapped to a bed, nearly suffocating under the weight of coats of every sort and size. Most parties have one, a bed where trench-coats and leather coats and over-coats and ponchos and furs are lumped upon. Only, most of those beds don't have a man bound on top of it, nude, laying underneath the discarded garments. I wonder, does everyone at the party know? Are they all laughing at me? The door opens for just a moment. The blessed beautiful light, sounds and smells all explode into my awareness. But suddenly, none of that is important anymore. Because now your in here, with me, in a dark room, while outside a party goes on. It couldn't possibly matter. Their lives, loves, needs; nothing of consequence because we are back together, Mistress and toy. You look at me and smile, sitting on the bed, resetting those tan nylons you know I have a personal fetish for. You tell me there's a wonderful man out there. Tall, dark and handsome; like every fortune cookie promises, but few deliver. His name is Stan and my but is he forward. Already he's touched you, tasted your lips. You mustn't keep him waiting. You leave me in the dark, to brood over Stan. I can't really be jealous can I? If Stan is who brings you pleasure tonight, then so be it. I've always said whatever and whenever. It should be whomever too, shouldn't it? Is a toy allowed to feel this way? I've never begrudged your husband. I've even loved him in my own quiet way, for what he is to you, the family you deserve. And the other Mistress; when you spent a night in her arms while I just watched. Though my body ached to be touched, though I writhed against my bounds, though I begged helplessly against a double dose of wet panty gagging.... I never once felt that somehow, she was taking my place. Whether you've brought a playmate in with us or just told me of someone wonderful you'd met on some wild raucous party night, I've only ever felt joy that you made a connection. There had been times I had wished to be there, to share the moment. It was voicing that very wish that had put me here. Goddess, I'm a writer. I should KNOW the Monkey's Paw backwards and forewords, and yet, here I am. Maybe it's because it is our night to be together. Am I humiliated because I'm naked, under coats you threw on me, listening to a party I'm not invited to? No. At least, no more then is natural. But Mistress, it IS our night. I.... Oh goddess, in the room next to this one. The walls are too thin, I can hear. Someone, grunting, groaning! Oh please Goddess, no! The bed is squeaking, whatever is going on, it's more then I've ever managed, right to it and with a passion and strength and.... "OH STAN!" .... Dear sweet Goddess, the voice is muffled, but it's definitely female, and it definitely just moaned Stan. I lay there and BURN. Burn from toes to balls to nipples to nose. Burn that I'm hearing this, burn that I'm helpless, burn that you TOLD me about this... wonderful... tall dark and handsome. And my erection burns too. I can't help myself, I smile and murmur, still on fire. "Give it to her Stan, give it to her like I cannot, oh please Goddess, show her something she's never seen before." Finally I whimper, "and if she has time for her toy afterwards, please Stan, send her back to me." I hear the door shut behind me, and then a maple syrup voice I know so very well. "Oh pet, nobody sends me anywhere. I go where I want and do who I want. Do you know who I want right now?" I listen to the sounds of Stan making love to some woman I don't know. I give a silent prayer to my Goddess that they both have the time of their lives. My Mistress answers her own question as she locks the door and walks toward me with a look I've come to love and fear with equal intensity. I intend to scream tonight, at some point, my Goddess willing. I hope everyone out there sipping punch, eating stale cake and listening to boring topical conversation... hears it and looks to the door and wonders. I hope they wonder just what's going on and will they have to get their coats dry-cleaned. I hope they become jealous of the dark... the sounds... my Mistress' laughter. End For my Mistress in the dark. Green Eyed Stranger Maia sat on her bed, scouring the catalogs to find something to wear to Chrissie’s Halloween party. She hated costume parties, but since there was no one at home to sit and cuddle with so it was out and about to mingle with the masses. Noche curled at her feet and she absentmindedly pet him. He began to purr loudly. She looked up and smiled and purred back at him. “That’s my man,” she cooed at him. “ Why cant I find a man like you, devoted and cuddly? Hell right now I could do with just good fuck!” She giggled at the cat. He was privy to everything in her life: all the rantings she had late at night about failed relationships, lovers who lacked something, or just frustrations. And on more then one occasion he had been witness to the frenzied passions of a lover or herself alone. His watching had unnerved some men, but she often just laughed it off as cat-like curiosity. She finally settled on the sexy cat costume placed the order online and curled into her bed, Noche snuggled in close right beside her. He liked to lay with her, wrapped up in her arms or next to her head. Sometimes he would push himself against the curve of the small of her back where she loved to feel his warmth. He was always there, purring contentedly when he slept. He seemed to watch over her, always with her from the moment she walked in the door till she left in the morning. He would often sit in the window and watch her as she worked in the yard. The autumn air was brisk as Maia rushed in from work and hurried to get ready for the party. Still dateless, she was less then enthused, but she thought, “ Who knows? Mr. Right could be waiting there for me.” She dallied in the shower and fussed a bit much with her long auburn curls trying to get them just right then pulled her costume from the closet. Noche was at her feet the entire time as usual. She pulled the fishnet stockings over her toned legs and relished the feel of them. Noche moved between her legs, his long black tail curling around her calf. She straightened them where they rested at the top of her thigh and was content that they would compliment her outfit nicely. Maia then slid into the tiny black body suit that barely covered her. It was low cut and showed off her ample breasts. She stood in front of the mirror and sighed as she added the final touch of her cat ears and tail. Noche stretched his lean body up her leg, his claws gently grabbing at her. She picked him up and snuggled him to her and gave him kisses on his head. He purred franticly. “Why couldn’t I bring you with me?’ She posed to him. “You are the most reliable man I have in my life.” She sighed wistfully, placed the large black cat on the floor and grabbed her purse. She flipped the light switch and pushed out the door into the night, tripping as Noche whisked past her. “Damn,” she scowled dropping her purse and chasing after the cat. She stumbled about in the darkness for about fifteen minutes before finally deciding it was useless to try and find a solid black cat outside at night. “He will get hungry and come home eventually.” she tried to convince herself. He had never been outside. Never even tried to get out before, “Maybe he has some trick or treating of his own to do,” Maia giggled to herself as she walked down the block to Chrissie’s. The party was in full swing as she approached the simple Cape style house. The trees were adorned with ghosts and goblins and Halloween lights. She rang the doorbell and Chrissie answered in a cute French maid outfit, greeting Maia with hugs and a well-intentioned “Meeeeeeow!” The rooms were decorated cutely with all the traditional seasonal things: an apple bobbing barrel, candy apples and candy corn. Maia headed for the makeshift bar and got a Vampire’s Kiss to try and put her in the Halloween spirit. She looked at all the costumed people around her and tried to figure out who each ghoul was. It was mostly neighbors and a few co-workers of Chrissie and her husband Jake. But in the corner sitting quietly with a drink was someone she didn’t recognize. He wore a simple costume of a black shirt and a Lone Ranger mask. He was lean and muscular and his eyes peered out from behind the mask a glowing green. His hair was pitch black and short but it seemed to flow and curve around his face. He looked familiar, in a haunting way. Something about him made her shiver. She looked away for a moment and turned back to look at him and he was gone, like a ghost. She mingled with her friends and neighbors, laughing at some of the more ridiculous costumes, feigning fear at more then one tacky vampire or witch. The night seemed to move quickly and she truly was having a good time despite the advances of more then one drunken werewolf. She kept a wandering eye open for the mystery man, but only caught glimpses of him here and there. She pointed him out to Chrissie who shrugged and said “He must be someone’s friend” before she was dragged off to go through the makeshift haunted house in the basement. As the clocks hands edged towards midnight Maia was feeling the warming effects of both the crowd and the three (or was it four?) drinks she’d had. She moved through the crowd towards the back of the house and slipped out into the brisk air to catch her breath. The sounds of the revelers faded as she closed the door and she took a deep breath and relaxed against the railing of the porch, closing her eyes and rubbing her temples. She heard a rustle in the trees and was startled but looked up and saw no one. Closing her eyes again she felt a shiver go up her spine and she knew He was there. She turned and he smiled at her, his eyes radiant from behind his mask. She hurriedly said “ You startled me,” and his smile seemed to widen. She looked back out on the empty yard and rattled something about the autumn as he moved closer behind her. His hand lightly stroked her tail and as she tried to pull away, his grasp tightened a little. She froze, somewhere between fear and arousal, and he released his grip a little. He moved his hand from her tail to the small of her back and he pushed himself against her. His touch was intoxicating, more so then any drink. Her skin responded to him immediately and without her consent. He gently stroked up her back and moved his head in to her neck nuzzling her lightly, his hair brushing against her face. It was so soft she almost gasped as he investigated the nape of her neck. His lips grazed her neck, right in her secret spot, and she let out a moan. He trailed his fingers up her back and to her shoulders and around to her breasts. She wanted to scream, to run, but at the same time something in her held her tight to that spot, letting this strange man touch her and caress her. His long slender fingers worked themselves into the top of her costume and found her pink nipples already hard and waiting for his touch. He rolled them in his fingers, gently scraping them with his nails. His mouth found spots on her neck and shoulders and he worked his tongue across every exposed inch of her causing tremors that could not be hidden. More than once she tried to speak and he would silence her with a gentle nip at her neck or by sliding a finger up from her breast to her mouth. She gently licked and suckled them instinctively. She felt him press his sinewy body closer against her, and she felt his hardness against her ass. She tilted her head back to receive his kisses, his tongue both seductively slow and frenzied at the same time. He nipped at her tongue and lips and it elicited the most foreign moans, but they were lost in his kisses. He moved his hands up to the delicate straps holding her costume on and slid them down her shoulders, exposing her breasts to the cool air. She had lost the will to protest. He pushed it further down over her slightly rounded stomach, past her hips until it fell effortlessly to her feet. With his hand on her thigh he motioned for her to step out of the now useless garment and she did, revealing her freshly shaved sex to the air as well. The cold shocked her in her warmest of spots, but it was soon covered again as he turned her back to the railing and knelt to lap at her pussy. His tongue moved roughly across the tender lips parting them, tasting her. She wrapped her fingers in his hair and pushed him closer to her. His teeth scraped against her clit and she let out a small yelp of pleasure. He moaned into her, almost a growl as he devoured her with a hunger she had never felt before from any man. His hands moved across her body and she felt the pressure of his weight as he leaned into her. Then one hand moved between her thighs and expertly slid first one then two fingers inside her. She felt possessed by pleasure as he fingers moved over her g-spot and his tongue teased her lips and clit. Her moans were louder and louder even though she bit her lip to hold them back. In mere moments she was crying out in orgasm. Pushing his tongue to her as he drove his fingers deep inside her. It was as though he knew her body, her every pleasure. Maia’s body shook as she began to slide down from the peak of orgasm. He did not give her a moment to think. He turned her away again and grasping her by the hair he pushed her torso over the railing. She felt him free his cock from his pants and rub it against her ass. Then almost lifting her to his level with her hair he slid his throbbing heat into her. He arched his body over hers and licked and kissed at her neck and back. Thrusting hard inside her, his cock tore at her pussy, and she cried out at the intensity - the pleasure. She pushed back to meet his every stroke, feeling the just-faded fire building in her again as he pulsated inside her. His form enveloped her. He was everywhere, everything. She felt the heat of her orgasm drawing closer as his strokes became quicker. He was an animal - his fingers clawing at her breasts, his cock pumping her relentlessly. An almost silent scream slipped out of her mouth as she felt him coming, her orgasm overcame her as she felt him trembling inside her. She heard a groan, no a growl as he filled her with his come. His teeth tore into the base of her neck holding her still as he claimed his pleasure. As the tremors subsided he gently licked at the wound he had inflicted on her and she felt tears on her cheeks. Not of remorse or fear, but pure passion. He moved slowly out of her and left her with a kiss and a knowing smile. She sat just for a moment naked then gathered herself and walked quickly home. In shock, in awe. She arrived at her house and Noche sat waiting at the door. She scooped him into her arms and hurried inside. She was almost in a trance. Had it been a dream? Who was this mystery man? It was her every thought as she drifted off to sleep, Noche beside her, as always. In her last moments of awareness she felt Noche’s paw reach out and almost caress the warm redness of the bite on her neck. She turned and looked into his vivid green eyes and fell asleep. Green Eyes The sun was low on the horizon and the day would soon be done. The waves that day had been mostly shoulder high, and as I waited for my last ride the sun began to slide closer to the sea. My board rose and fell as each swell passed; I wanted my last ride of this perfect day to be the best. As I sat on my board looking west I measured the line-up marching towards me, and as each swell peaked one then another wave rider took off; then there was only me, waiting. The sun began to slide into the ocean and the giant orb began to flatten as I continued to search the horizon. I knew that dusk would soon arrive and then give way to night, my chance could soon be lost. I sat as tall as my six foot frame would allow and on the top of a rejected swell I saw it. A swell forming a hundred or more feet beyond the others, as I slid down the back side of this lesser bump I began to paddle, faster and faster to meet the behemoth as it raced towards me As it began to crest I turned and began to paddle towards the beach, my ride still thirty feet or so away, I stroked the water with powerful thrusts; the wave grabbed me from below and I began to slide down its face, my speed now fast enough, I stood and shuffled a foot or so towards the nose, racing for the bottom. The wave, larger than any other that day was over my head and as I reached the bottom I shifted my weight to my back foot. Turning to the right and now at 45 degrees to the beach I looked back. The curl was chasing me - I walked a step or two towards the nose, to stay safely on the shoulder of this monster wave. Then, without a warning, I was covered! As the wave curled over my head, the board, the wave and I became one. Then an enormous push of air and water forced me out of this temporary grotto and the entire wave collapsed. I turned quickly left and, surrounded in a mass of white water, coasted to the beach. With the sun setting on my back I walked off the board onto the still warm sand. As I bent to retrieve my board a shapely foot with a silver ankle bracelet stepped on it and a voice, both husky and soft, said, "Hi, I'm Becky and that was the best ride I saw all day" I turned to look down into pools of the lightest green eyes I'd ever seen, smiled, and said, "Hi Becky green eyes". Becky took the lead from that moment on, grabbing my hand she asked if she could make me dinner. We walked up to the sea wall, my right hand in hers, the board tucked under my left arm and up the stairs to the parking lot and my Chevy Van. I reached under the rear bumper for the hide-a-key and opened the rear panel doors, sliding the board over the platform bed until it was fully inside. After I closed the doors I turned and Becky kissed me for the first time. Soft, light and at the end a soft bite on my upper lip. With a smile she commanded me to follow her, and with that she walked over to an old VW bug, red, and climbed in. I followed Becky and the red bug past the Windmill on the North side of Golden Gate Park, all the through the park to Stanyan St. She turned right on Stanyan and then up the hill to Carl St. where she found a place to park. She waved for me to do the same. I found a spot further down the street, near where the auto repair classes had been taught at Poly Hi years before. Grabbing my jeans, a "T" shirt, my sandals and sweatshirt, for by now it was after 8:00 and night had replaced dusk. The marine influence had reached the Inner Sunset and fog would soon cast it's influence on this September eve. As I started walking towards Stanyan Becky began walking towards me. Now I could appreciate all of her, and while her eyes would always haunt me, her movements evoked deep stirrings under my wetsuit. She had on a beach shift, a type of shapeless dress which gave no hint of the shape beneath. But her walk was one of confidence, standing as tall as a five and one half feet person can, with shoulders back and a contagious smile, she was perfect. Becky greeted me with her arms around my neck and another soft kiss, this time with her mouth open ever so slightly; she teased me with the tip of her tongue, "Hmmm", she softly murmured, "let's go see what there is to eat", and with that lead me by the hand up the stairs to her apartment house. Becky lived, or so I thought at the time, on the first floor of a large wood sided apartment house, three stories tall, built probably at the time my Dad went to Poly Hi - in the late 1930's. The unit had wood floors with throw rugs and was sparsely furnished. There was no TV in the small living room, only a couch, two end tables and several bean bag chairs. The walls were decorated with posters, some from The Fillmore, and a God's Eye, popular at the time as well as plants hanging from the ceiling, some candles hung from the ceiling too and a large stone Buddha sat in one corner, smiling. Becky pointed out the bathroom and asked if I wanted to change out of my wetsuit and shower. I still had wet sand between my toes and was ready for warm shower and to free myself from the constriction of the wetsuit, particularly as I grew to appreciate Becky's beauty. Later I would appreciate her talents as much as her physical beauty. The bathroom was small, painted a light blue, with a small white sink, a white commode and a tile shower. A single bulb behind a glass shade above the mirror lighted the room. I stripped off the wetsuit and rinsed it with fresh cold water and placed it in the sink. Once the shower warmed I let it run over my head, and turned, warming my chest and back. I used the bar soap, scented by sandalwood, and washed the sand and salt from my body, from head to foot. After too long I turned off the shower and realized I had no towel and my jeans and shirt were in the living room where I had laid them. "Becky, do you have a towel?", I asked. No answer. I stepped out of the shower, after wiping my body of excess water with my hands, and opened the bathroom door. "Becky?" "Do you have a towel?" "Sure", she replied, "it's in the hall closet by the bedroom door", her voice 'smiled'. "Ah, would you get it for me?" Laughter, "No", more laughter. Well, I'm not shy, nor am I ashamed of my body. I'm tall and have an athletic build; but in anticipation of something more than dinner I was aroused, and felt a bit funny about being exposed in such a way. "Okay, I'm coming out" No answer, though I'm sure I heard a muffled laugh. I walked into the living room and there sat Becky, looking just as sweet and sexy as I left her, now holding a towel. I walked over to her and reached out my hand, all the while holding eye contact - her eyes are spectacular - then she used my erect penis as a towel rack, and laughed again. As I stood there with my erect penis draped by the towel while Becky stood and again placed her hands around my neck. She kissed me deeply this time, exploring my mouth with her tongue. As our tongues dancing together I reached down and pulled her shift up, and, disengaging our kiss, lifted the garment over her head. While I showered Becky must have removed whatever had been under her dress before and now only the towel stood between our nakedness. Her breast were perfect, not too large and not in need of any support. I kissed her neck and pulled her close with a hand on each cheek of her lovely ass. "Unless you're really very hungry..." she asked as her eyes locked onto mine. "Hungry?", I asked, as I removed the towel from its place holder, "I think I can wait a bit, you?" Instead of answering Becky kissed me again, this time a soft light peck on the lips, then a longer kiss on my neck, and then she kissed and sucked on my left nipple as she reached down and held my balls lightly in her palm. "No", she said as she removed her mouth from my chest, I believe I can wait...for food". Becky turned and walked towards the bedroom, her hips and round bottom no longer hidden caused me to gasp audibly - she was gorgeous - and as she turned and saw me looking with lust in my eyes she smiled, "You're not so bad yourself, buster", this time looking south of my eyes. Becky sat on the edge of the bed, holding my eyes with hers, and slowly laid back, spreading her legs and holding her arms out to me. I wanted her, badly, yet had to control myself, lest I cum too soon. I laid down on top of her, but not yet attempting to enter her. My penis was throbbing and pressed at her vaginal opening. I pushed slightly and felt her heat and moisture, almost causing me to finish before I began - she moaned. I closed my eyes and forced myself to remember that final wave, seeing it anew as it closed over my head moments before climaxing in a thunderous roar. Now, under control I pushed the head of my cock a bit further and felt the lips guarding her vagina open as her hips come forward to meet me. Quickly I withdrew and she gasped again, slowly I thrust forward and entered her an inch or two -she was hot and wet. Again I withdrew, and again she raised up; her breath coming fast as she wrapped her legs around mine and with her hands on my ass tried to pull me in, deeper. I resisted, for a moment, and then pushed into her, slowly, almost all the way. But again I hesitated, and withdrew slowly leaving only four or five inches still surrounded by her tightness. She took control and thrust her hips up as she used her hands to pull me into her, all the way, I pushed slow and deep and felt the tip of my penis touch her cervix causing her to gasp. I too shuddered by the electricity of that contact. We began to move together faster and faster, I heard her moan once and then the unmistakable sound of a women in climax, and then I came. I came in one long large spurt, the longest ejaculation I had ever experienced, followed by six, maybe seven short pulses. Becky's fingernails grazed my back and she let out one more long moan before her whole body relaxed. As our breath slowed I leaned back and looked into her eyes; I lifted Becky's left leg in front of my chest and rolled her onto her right hip; I too rolled onto my side, all the while keeping my penis firmly engaged inside of her. As we lay side by side I cupped her breast with my left hand and nuzzled her neck. We lay together for a time and soon Becky's breathing became regular and I realized she had fallen asleep. I held her, listening to her breath and feeling her heart beat gently beneath her breast, and then I too fell asleep. I awakened with Becky sleeping with her cheek on my right shoulder, her arm draped over my chest, her hand caressing the muscles of my upper left arm and shoulder. When she knew I too was awake she moved her hand to my stomach and then down to my now flaccid cock. She lightly pinched my foreskin and with the flat of her hand moved down to cup my balls. As I grew to appreciate her touch she looked deeply into my eyes and said softly, "again?" I smiled and began to sit up, but Becky had another idea. Pushing me down with a small fist on my chest Becky straddled me, holding my penis by the shaft guiding me into her. She moved up and down, slowly at first and then with greater urgency. All the while her beautiful eyes locked on mine. Soon I too began to move and as we climaxed Becky closed her eyes and let out the soft sounds of a women pleased before collapsing on my chest, where we remained kissing and nuzzling and touching for a long time. I began to doze and Becky slid off of me and covered me with the quilt. I awakened to the smell of bacon and we soon enjoyed fried egg and bacon sandwiches while sitting naked in bed. Later, we talked for several hours, Becky lying with her head on my stomach as I caressed and massaged her head, shoulder and perfect breasts. I learned that she was 25 years old, six years my senior and a graduate of UCLA, She had moved to San Francisco after school and married her high school boy friend, who she had met when she was a freshman and he a senior at Hollywood High. He had been her only lover until that day. Becky explained that she had run away after he had cheated on her. She felt betrayed, lonely and needed time to think. The apartment in which we know shared such intimacies was rented by a girl friend from UCLA who was spending September in Hawaii. Becky has been living there for several weeks before we met, and was deciding her future. As Becky spoke I suppose I fell in love. I couldn't believe I cared so much for someone I knew for just a few hours. Such intimacy in so short a time seemed impossible, yet my feelings for her were deep and powerful. Soon we fell silent, our thoughts are own though I wished desperately to know what she was thinking as the silence went on. Becky rolled onto her side and looking into my eyes smiled and gently touched my penis, her touch gently, loving, tender. I began to caress her shoulder, and the back of her neck and upper back. Her touch become firmer as my erection grew but then she turned towards me and whispered, "No, I'm a bit sore". She turned and pushed her self to her knees, looking at me with those wonderful green eyes she smiled, and for a moment I thought she was going to leave. But then she flicked her tongue across her lips and bent down to kiss my erection. She moved slowly around until her face was partially hidden by the shaft of my erection and licked that sensitive area below my balls, directly between my legs. Her touch was light and her breath hot as she licked and kissed her way around my balls. Taking the right one into her mouth she continued her gentle sucking and then without warning took me into her mouth and deep down her throat. She held me captured for a time and then began to move her head up and down the shaft with a gentle sucking motion, stopping at the top to run her tongue around the rim before taking all of me in again. I had very little cum left but she sucked until I had no more and swallowed every drop; all the time looking deep into my eyes. I pulled her to me and kissed her deep, allowing my tongue to mingle with hers. I kissed her eyes, her cheeks and neck and then moved down to the perfect right breast. Her nipples were hard but as I sucked on one and then the other I noticed she seemed to get more pleasure when I circled the area around the nipple. I sucked and teased her breasts with gentle caresses and then, tasted her vulva with the flat side of my tongue. I slowly licked her along its length and teased her clitoris with light pressure for short moments. I took her labium in my mouth and sucked very gently on each lip until she moaned. My tongue found her clit and I slowly circled it with the flat of my tongue, quickly learning that touching the tiny bud directly with my tongues tip was much too intense for her. As I licked around the bud Becky began to breath heavily and I moved my thumb into her vagina and played with her other hole with my middle finger all the while circling her clit with my tongue. As I gently inserted my finger a bit I felt her come; her orgasm came in waves finally ending when she expelled her breath and grabbed my head and holding it still against her vulva. She lifted her hips slightly so that my thumb and finger could be easily removed and I felt her shudder one more time. Both fully sated we slept like spoons, her nestled firm and warm against my chest, her head resting on my right arm as my left hand cupped her breast until we both fell deeply into sleep. In the morning Becky said Goodbye. Hidden behind the smile was a sadness I hadn't seen the day before, her eyes too belied the smile. Once again she put her arms around my neck, but no longer kissed me with the passion of the day before. She held my eyes for several minutes and then put her head on my chest and thanked me, for what exactly I will never know. Resting her head on my chest, with her arms around my waste, I held her firmly as one might comfort a child, and when she looked up again I saw the tears in those beautiful eyes. Green Eyes Patrick arrived home, shedding raincoat, galoshes and a quart-plus of rainwater in the mud room as he ducked out the pouring rain. His backpack, which had remained tucked under the plastic-lined jacket, was dry; the same could not have been said for anything below the knee. Fall in Oklahoma generally involves downpours that are a good approximation of the response to a three-alarm fire. The goal in such storms is to arrive at all; dry is not an option. He said something about the vagaries of weather that was too soft to catch and stomped into the kitchen/dining area in wet stockings. His sister Jessica looked up from the stove; her face flushed from the heat. Dark hair curled away from a heart-shaped face and equally dark eyelashes framed brilliant blue eyes. She watched as he plodded down the hall to his room and shook her head sadly. She knew here brother's moods; there was nothing she could think of to say that would help. Patrick plopped down on the bed, heedless of the protesting squeak of the springs. Stripping off the socks he threw them angrily into the hamper in the corner of the room, and followed them with his pants, sodden to the knee. A pair of sweats had already been laid out by Jess and he pulled the soft cotton on gratefully. Jessica was the one bright spot in his life, he often thought. How many girls with her kind of handicap would think of laying out dry sweat pants for their elder brother? It wasn't fair. Jessica had been lamed ten years before; a fall from a tree had led to a broken leg, and when the leg refused to mend, further tests showed an unusual infection that had rotted the bone into sponge. Although it had at last healed, the result had been a nearly fused knee and a half-paralyzed leg. Patrick had stood by her throughout the ordeal, had fought the bully that pushed her down on the playground, had carried her books (and occasionally Jess herself) when the pain had been too much to bear. He had been the protector she needed. Thus, when the news came to the school for fifteen-year-old Jess and seventeen-year-old Patrick that both of their parents had been involved in a car accident, it seemed only natural for him to fight for custody, to become her guardian. He had totted up his assets, which included a strong back and endless endurance, had said farewell to a career in medicine and had promptly found a job in construction. To Jessica had fallen the task of keeping house; her left leg proving only a moderate nuisance as she cooked and cleaned, did laundry and dishes, worked and studied. Her impending graduation was not far off and she was determined to find a way to send Patrick back to school. Dinner was quiet. Jessica's homemade soup and biscuits, both culled from her grandmother's box of recipes, were a family favorite. Over dessert (strawberry shortcake), Jess finally worked up the courage to ask what had happened at the workplace that had led to Patrick's raging entrance. It had been Pam, of course. Pam, she of the red hair and green eyes, was the secretary for Patrick's boss and was the object of lust for many of the construction crew. Twenty-seven, curvaceous, a flirt and (Jessica's opinion) no better than she should be, Pam had been teasing Patrick for months. Today had been only the latest in her list of little digs. She had been wearing a shirt that would probably not have been business acceptable for a brothel, much less a company, and a skirt so short as to not even merit the term "mini." Over this, she had draped a man's work shirt, the top three buttons undone, as though to pretend to some sort of modesty totally alien to her mindset. Upon Patrick's entrance to get the work assignments for his crew, she had "accidentally" dropped her pencil and had had to crawl under the desk to retrieve it, waggling her bum as though offering a flag to a bull. Patrick had lost his temper, called her a couple of names that women do not like to hear, and had reduced Pam to tears. Had Patrick been a less conscientious worker, or had Mr. Dupree been less aware of Pam's behavior, that might have sufficed to see him ousted. As it was, Mr. Dupree had ordered Patrick home for three days to cool down, sans pay. Pam had received similar treatment. Jessica offered a few words of comfort, but the truth was, she wasn't sure how to help. Had Pam been there, Jessica would probably have tried to beat her senseless; without said target, there really wasn't much of an alternative. Tentatively, she suggested that Patrick might want to go down to the local bar for a round or two (he had turned twenty-one a month ago), but the suggestion fell on deaf ears as Patrick continued to seethe in a stew of anger and sexual frustration. He stalked off to bed early. Those who have gone to bed in such states are probably fully aware that dreams are born of these thoughts. So it was with Patrick, as the darkness of rage and horniness swirled into a miasma of shifting colors and a laughing, teasing vixen with red hair and green eyes. But the dream gentled as he chased her, as though the chase itself had left the anger, the hurt, the bitterness behind. Dark swamps gave way to brilliant meadows of grass and an array of wildflowers, and the flame-haired vixen now capered and danced and teased with a look of promise and admiration in her green eyes and without any more clothing than a dusting of pollen across her body. The smell of wildflowers poured through the meadow, dancing on the nose and tongue. Patrick advanced on her. The sun poured golden light along her alabaster form, picking out the freckles that played dot-to-dot across her breasts, awakening her hair to scarlet flame, glinting on her curving hips and illuminating the red-thatched swell at the apex of her long slender legs. His body, nude now as well in the manner of dreams, swelled rampant with desire. She acted coy, turning her face to peep through her hair, letting her tresses cascade down to cover her nipples, now swollen and dark with her own interest. Three times he reached for her, twice she slipped just out of reach, but the third time his hands closed about her upper arms and she came willingly to him. There was no long preparation; the chase and the meadow had been all the foreplay either wanted. She went down, and he was on top of her, her legs spreading to accommodate him, her mound pushing wetly into his crotch. He found her opening without trouble, pushed in to her, was unsurprised to find her canal tight, yet warm, welcoming and yielding. He thrust deep into her, feeling the resistance as she stretched to accommodate him and he cursed himself for not letting her adjust to his size more slowly and held himself still until she was ready. Ready she was, her hips rolling, drawing him in deeper, angling him so that he was better aimed to plunder the depths of her secret ways. Her breasts brushed against his chest, her hands gripped his hips, tugging him, urging him to take her with all the passion she could contain in her slender frame. He moved, she gasped, as the scent of the wildflowers rose around them and the odor of her arousal twined a spicy counterpoint to them. Slowly at first, letting her adjust, drawing out the pleasure drop by seeping drop until she could stand it no more and her restless hands urged him faster, faster. He plowed into her, she bucked back, meeting his stroke halfway, pushing him to go deeper, harder, to take her utterly in his invasion. She went rigid, shuddering as her orgasm swept over her and he slowed, stroking softer to give her a chance to recover, but she did not let him wait for long. Hoarse cries burst from her throat as he ran deep, his own ragged breathing a thunder in his ears, the grip-and-slip of her inner muscles driving him into completion. He stared into her impossibly green eyes, filled with passion, brightened and drugged with pleasure. With his own cry of capitulation, he spewed himself into her, his eyes closed, taking the memory of her emerald eyes rolling back as she surrendered again to the tidal wave of climax...and the scouring orgasm snapped him awake into the darkness of his bedroom. He looked down to see a woman trapped beneath him, the scent of wildflowers and sex pervading the room and, in a heart-shaped face, a pair of passion-hazed brilliant blue eyes. Green Eyes and the Goddess Jesus. Her eyes. Those great big beautiful green eyes. God, she's beautiful. The eyes of the goddess. Green eyes, clear as day, staring up at me, in all their beautiful innocence. She was tough, she had to be the way she grew up. She could beat the crap out of anyone who crossed her, but in those eyes it was a different story. In those eyes she was a little girl, asking for help, needing it badly. I'd been thinking about those eyes for months, they were burned into my brain. But here I was, looking right into them. They did not disappoint. Good God, I love her. I want to marry her... I want to help her. She'd been out of town for quite some time, family trouble or something like that. The whole time I was miserable. Before she left, we did everything together, I was always with her, but being the big stupid retard that I am, I never sat down and told her how I felt. Then she was gone. She was gone, and I was miserable. My brain damn near exploded trying to find the justice in the twist of fate that brought her away from me. She knew a guy down there, she knew him before she knew me. I envied the bastard; he must have thought he was the luckiest man alive. But that didn't matter. Nothing mattered. I was looking into her eyes. I had no problems, no worries. I felt like Buddha receiving enlightenment. Her eyes... I had just told her I loved her. I waited so long to say it. I prayed many nights about what her response would be when I finally said it. Then her lips parted and it was like a dream... "I love you too..." And then I looked into her eyes. It must have been forever that I looked into those great big beautiful green eyes. My eyes fell to her lips. Back to her eyes. My eyes closed. We moved closer. I had longed for this moment... closer... I had imagined it thousands of times... closer... sweet bliss... We kissed. As we kissed, I thought to myself. I don't deserve her. I don't deserve shit. But somehow, by some miracle, she loves me. What can she see in me? I'm no great guy, I can name a lot of guys who look better, a lot of guys who're nicer. I didn't understand it, but I couldn't refuse it. In her kiss I found redemption. I wasn't perfect, but that didn't matter, none of that crap mattered because she was kissing me. She helped me see. When I kissed her, I knew what I wanted to be, I knew the Man I wanted to be. She believes in me. We broke our kiss. Her eyes... we kissed again. And again. This time I wrapped my arms around her, my hands feeling her soft skin. The kiss broke and I looked into her eyes. She looked at me with a wanting look in those pleading eyes. I understood. I moved behind her, pressing her body against me. The way her spine stiffened up, I could tell could feel what was in my pants, but she didn't protest. She wanted it this way. My hands moved to her breasts. I was sweating. She turned her head and kissed my nose. I was sweating profusely. Good God, she's a goddess. One hand remained there. The other started moving slowly down her stomach. Her eyes closed. She wanted it this way. My hand continued. She bit her lower lip. Goddess. My hand reached her jeans. I reached her panties. Her pubic hair. I found her. She breathed in. I kissed her neck. Zen. My fingers worked. She was wet. I was stiff. We were feeling great. As my fingers worked, she began to rock in my arms. I heard a small groan. I wanted to see how far I could go. Her arms moved swiftly, discarding her shirt, then her bra. Her breast was soft in my hand. I rubbed her nipple and she groaned louder. I wondered how many wonders lay within her. She groaned louder and rocker faster. Then, suddenly, she looked at me and her lips moved again. "Stop..." I obeyed. She looked me in the eyes. Those eyes. Those great big beautiful eyes. Still wanting. Wanting what? Her sudden kiss, this time a deep passionate kiss; long and full. She broke the kiss. Her eyes again, but this time a mischievous look. She grinned at me as she brought be around to the front of her. Her gaze never left my eyes as she unbuttoned her jeans and slid them down with her panties. She stood there, naked goddess. She put her arms on my shoulders and pushed me down to her wet sex. She wanted it this way. At this point, all I wanted to do was to please her. My mouth met her and her moan pierced the night...