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I Think

By: WFEATHER



I simply think of you, and suddenly I am hard. 

I think of the college lecture hall where I first met you, of bending you over the large table at the front of the hall and teaching the assembled pre-med students about a very different type of biology... 

I think of binding you, rendering you immobile between the tall pillars, your body vulnerable and unprotected, keeping you on display, your face reddened with embarrassment as you serve as artwork in a museum of kink... 

I think of plunging into your ass, pinning you to the floor, My hands clenching yours as I enjoy your tightness, breathing hard into your ear, My eventual orgasm causing Me to jerk and spasm roughly upon you as My cum surges along My length and shoots deep into you... 

I think of My teeth grinding a nipple, the pain coursing through your breast, through your chest, through your entire being, sending a flurry of throbbing signals directly to your clitoris as you thrash about and endure the torture because of the bonds which hold you firmly to the bed... 

I think of the desperation in your eyes as you moan loudly around the penis gag, holding a powerful vibrator to your clit as you rape yourself with a massive dildo, visually pleading for permission to cum while I straddle your chest and slowly stroke My thick length directly over your face... 

I think of the myriad raised lines of red across your ass and the back of your thighs, the bamboo cane having performed marvelously in its infliction of pain... 

I think of the wet grip of your body as you hunger to pull Me ever deeper inside you while your hands claw at My back as ecstasy overwhelms your senses... 

I think of seizing you, pinning you to the wall of a darkened alleyway, mauling your tiny body, kissing you roughly to silence you, capturing your wrists against the dirty bricks at either side of your head, My hardness unmistakable against you, your breasts crushed against Me as My knee forces itself between your thighs and presses harshly against your sex, your body moving against Me as you participate in your own impending semi-public plunder... 

I think of your distress as your mouth is agape, precious little air flowing in or out, your hands firmly gripping My wrists, gazing up at Me in complete vulnerability, your chest heaving uselessly as I hold taut the wide sash which has been wrapped repeatedly around your thin neck... 

I think of you wearing only a wide leather collar, bound and blindfolded upon a horse, your own weight torturing your vulnerable pussy, the thick rope forming a chest harness which is secured to the bolt in the ceiling to ensure you remain fully upright, the ball and chain attached to each ankle adding to your pain, the weighted clamps on your nipples adding to your agony, the battery-powered pistoning penis gag raping your mouth as you suffer for Me, continually trying to find a less-hurtful position upon the horse but finding your hopeful efforts futile as I sit in a nearby chair and stroke myself to the sight and the muted sounds of your anguish... 

I think of your lips, painted heavily in black, stretched around My thick length and leaving Me marked with a noticeable black ring indicating the maximum depth at which you can comfortably allow Me into your dainty mouth... 

I think of having you naked, bound to the bedposts, pushing yet another ice cube into your body even as you squirm and squeal due to the flashes of cold emanating outward from the other ice cubes already churning inside you... 

I think of being gentle with you, slowly undressing you, kissing your flesh as it is revealed to My gaze, of lulling you into an evening of calm romance, but then suddenly pressing you to the wall, grabbing a nearby paddle, and beating your ass, making you grunt and squeal and even scream from the sudden and unrelenting onslaught of pain... 

I think of the early-morning thunderstorm, the hard rain pelting the roof and the windows, providing a nice aural backdrop as I spoon with you, pressing into you in the near-total darkness... 

I think of you straddling My thighs as I lean back on the sofa, your arms around Me in a tight hug, grunting into My ear as I spank you with both hands... 

I think of the many ways -- sexual and otherwise -- in which you serve Me, demonstrate your love to Me, and My appreciation and admiration and love for you increases exponentially. 

I Think Back



I think back to the only other erect penis I have seen live. Deciding to go for a midnight dip, on holiday, the last one with my parents, going out for a walk, to the beach, late at night. And finding it deserted. And thinking, or not thinking, I'm going to go in, I'm just going to strip and go in, have a naked dip. Which I start to do, kick off my flip-flops, pull off my T-shirt, lower my shorts, I am standing there in my pants, just about to lower them, when a male voice speaks to me

"Same idea we had"

I turn around and see a young couple, late twenties, early thirties probably, dressed like they've just finished dinner. He was shorter than me, dark skin, dark hair, shaved to reduce the impact of his male pattern baldness. She was a little taller, brown blonde, wavy hair. And really quite large breasts, which looked to be hanging freely under her own T-shirt. I say nothing, an embarrassed to be caught standing on the beach in my pants, in the middle of the night.

"Were you going to have a skinny dip?

"Um," I laugh nervously, "well, maybe."

"Yep, come on then, don't let us stop you, we're going in."

He undresses. I look at her, waiting for her permission.

"It's alright, we're not going to see much more than you would in the day."

She pulls off her T-shirt in one motion, reveals a beautiful pair of big, firm, tanned breasts, her nipples standing out, darker against the rest of her skin, which looks utterly stunning in the moonlight. 

"Come on mate, stop staring at her tits. Get your knickers off."

I look around at him, he is already naked, also tanned, thick dark hair covering his chest, his legs, his stomach, a sizeable length of sexual organ hanging down from his thicket of curly pubic hair, a large flash of white against the darker expanses of skin and hair. Then she stepped forward, stood next to him, also now naked. Her skin lighter, the faint shape of a bikini line, a black triangle of pubic hair vivid against the rest of her paler skin. She speaks again.

"Come on, if you're coming."

So I do, I pull off my pants, stand awkwardly in front of them naked, all of us now in the buff, my own thatch of pubic hair exposed to their gaze, my teenage penis and tight scrotum looking small in comparison to his adult dong. We stand and look at one another for a second. Until he encourages us in.

"Come on, let's get into it." We do. I watch them run in, their bare buttocks shaking, her breasts swinging as she moved, as they jump over the waves I can see his dick between his legs, I watch his scrotum dangling down, I think I see the swollen mound of her vulva as she skips in, just before they dive under. They turn to watch me run in. It feels good, it feels great running, in the nude, my own dick flopping up and down against my belly, my balls banging against my legs. And even then, or now, I enjoyed being looked at by them. They were standing, waist deep, I could still see her breasts, as the waves drew out water I glimpsed her dark bush, I thought I could see his penis floating in the water, swilling around in the wash. I dived in. And we swam, which was delicious, the feel of water against my naked body, feeling my balls chill and tighten, feeling the sea catch my penis as I dove and surfaced. Only, of course, I could not see much of them, or her. The sea and the night time conspired to keep them from view. I swam back to the shore, hoping to avoid showing them how the cold water had affected my genitals, only for them to follow me out immediately. We stood in front of each other again, his penis looked smaller, mine did too. I pulled my pants and shorts on when I was still wet, watched them dress.

"Listen, we've got some duty free back at our apartment, might warm us up, if you fancy it."

I was at the age when any invitation to drink was a good one.

"Yeah, brilliant." 

I followed them back up the beach, over a few roads, into a one bedroom holiday joint. A small kitchen, bathroom, lounge and bedroom. I sat down whilst they went into the bedroom. After no more than a few seconds they both returned. He had a towel around his waist, she had one wrapped around her chest. He offered me one.

"Your clothes will be soaked, I'd get them off, dry yourself with that, we can hang them on the balcony for a bit."

"Yeah, um, where's the bathroom?"

"Bathroom? I wouldn't worry now, we've all seen everything, haven't we love. I'm not going to bother covering up."

And he took his towel from around his waist and stood in front of us again naked, closer now obviously, and in good light, he seemed somehow even more naked than before, his cock had regained its earlier size, he was utterly comfortable as he rubbed the towel over his chest, his head, his legs, and then his pubic hair, his scrotum, he raised a leg onto the coffee table to dry his buttocks, his arse crack, letting his penis wobble freely between his legs. And then she dropped her towel as well, and showed herself to me as she dried, the hair on her head, her armpits, legs, rubbing it over her bush, also raising a leg to dry between them offering me a glimpse of straighter pubic hair, darker, rounded and parted genital flesh. I felt my dick twitch in my pants. I undressed quickly, hung my clothes on the back of a couple of chairs, walking through the room nude, walking in front of them, still wet, my balls cold but sensitive, my dick bobbing in front of me, maybe, just slightly swollen. I dried myself, wrapped the towel around me, sat down and waited for my drink. They had both sat down opposite, discarding their towel, brazen in their nudity, his cock laying on the sofa, her breasts even more wonderful in the light, a tantalising hint of pubic hair from above her crossed legs. 

"Drink, we were going to have a drink. What would you like?"

"Oh, anything really."

"Gin? Gin and tonic."

"Yeah, lovely."

He stands, I watch him walk naked into the kitchen area, find three glasses, fill them with ice, gin, tonic, lemon slices, bring them all back in one go, his penis looking bigger, thicker perhaps as he is getting warmer, swinging as he walks. He hands me one of the drinks. Which I begin to gulp down. They sip, place them on the coffee table, he puts an arm over the back of the chair, behind her. I drink and smile, notice, his cock, is it getting longer? Is it? I can't tell, it seems to be bigger than just now, and her, I notice her, her nipples are stiff, they have tightened the darker flesh of her aerolae, brought it together into dark brown patches at the centre of her lighter hued breasts. I drink and smile. They smile back, say nothing.

"How's your drink?"

"Nice, yeah, really good."

"How's yours love?" She has just taken a big sip, still has it in her mouth, seems to be trying not to laugh, unable to swallow. 

"I'll have some then shall I?"

and he kisses her, apparently jokingly, to get some of her mouthful of drink. I watch them kiss, watch him drop his hand from the chair to her shoulder, watch her place one of her hands on his thigh, just next to his penis. I watch the kiss turn from a joke into something less humorous. They are kissing properly now it seems. I'm not sure if I should leave, if they've forgotten me, I start to stand, don't, instead merely straighten my back, and carry on watching. The kiss has become more passionate, I can see the interchange of tongues and lips, I can see him squeezing her neck, his other hand hovering, just below her breast, as if teasing her, using his knuckle to graze the underside. And then something else pops into view. The kissing, the squeezing and fondling has brought a reaction from his penis: he has a hard on. I watch them, still unsure quite what is happening, he is now fondling her breast, pinching and rubbing her stiff nipple, and his cock is rising from between his legs, his cock is sticking up now, she grips it with the hand she had on his thigh, I watch as she holds his penis and starts moving the skin over his shaft up and down, retracting his foreskin, showing me his glistening purple tip, thicker, wider than the length of his dick (I cannot help but compare it to mine, I cannot help but feel pleased that his is shorter than mine, that it hadn't grown by a huge amount from its flaccid state, that he is shorter than me by an inch, even two, and looks slimmer. They kiss, he feels her tits, she holds his cock and wanks him, she lowers her legs to the floor, allows her knees to fall apart, I can see her cunt now, fat, damp, swollen, he places his hand over it. 

But I can't, this is too weird for me, I need to leave, I stand up. They break off their kiss, though she doesn't stop holding his penis, I can see he is rubbing her pussy, and also doesn't stop doing this. 

"Are you off?"

"Well, I should do really, let you, uh, get on, you know..." I am lost for words, I want to look, but don't want to be seen to be looking.

"Well listen, we'd like you to stay."

"Don't you want to..."

"Yes, very much, and we'd like you to stay, to watch."

"Oh." She speaks. 

"What's your name?"

"Thomas. Tommy"

"Tommy, we'd like you to stay and watch us fucking, if you'd like, we'd like to fuck in front of you."

"Oh." He speaks.

"I think you might like it. We would. We do. Shall I tell you what you'll see?"

""

"You tell him love." They are still masturbating each other as she speaks.

"I want you to watch me when I suck his cock, okay, when I put his dick in my mouth. You can watch him go down on me, yes, we want you to watch him give me cunnilingus, we want you to look at my vagina when he licks it, when I have my first orgasm, then he'll fuck me, he will stick his hard dick inside my soaking wet cunt and fuck me senseless, fuck me until he comes, and we want you to watch him come, you'll see him pull his dick out of me before he comes, 'cos I love to see this, and he will wank himself until he comes over my breasts. Then, if we're lucky, if I need to come again, you can watch him licking my bum, which we both love, sometimes I don't even have to touch myself anywhere else, we want you to watch him lick my anus, stick his tongue inside my arse and fuck my rectum with it. And, if you want, really, we'd like you to, we'd like you to take off that towel, which is really not hiding anything anyway, and sit, or stand, and play with yourself. We'd like to watch you masturbating as you watch us fucking. What do you think?"

"um."

"I mean, we can see what your dick thinks of it."

I look down and see the canopy my dick has made of the towel. Watching them and listening to them had given me a super stiff dick which is sticking out from under the towel.

"Come on mate, get that off, we want to see that stiff little dick, like you want to see mine, like you want to look at her, like you know you want to watch us fucking, we want to see you playing with that. If, and I mean if, you're lucky, she might let you come over her as well. It has been known. She does like to watch men coming."

"Tommy? What do you think?"

I drop the towel. Still standing, I untug it from around my waist and let it fall to the floor, stand in front of them, naked again, but aroused now, we are all naked, and my stiff little dick is visible to all. 

"Oh Tommy that's a nice one, it's not small at all, not massive, not huge perhaps, but a good size, that's a really cute young dick. What do you think?"

"Yep, you have a very nice penis, would you like to compare? Just to see?"

He stands up and stands next to me, almost over me, hip to hip, I look down and compare our sizes, I did seem to have him on length by about by two inches, on thickness by a bit. He didn't seemed at all bothered. 

"Would you like to feel?"

"Feel?" Sincerely unsure what he means. I look to her, she is staring at both of us, one leg up, one down, baring her pussy to me, rubbing it as we stand in front of her comparing dick sizes.

"Would you like to feel my cock? Before we get going?"

"Uh,"

"Go on, I tell you, nothing like it, holding another man's dick, and I love fucking her, you know, I love sticking my dick in her, but there is something nice about another man's stiff dick in your hand, or, wherever. Give it a go?"

"Maybe, maybe not?"

"No bother, maybe later."

He sits back down, I sit down opposite. My dick has lost none of its rigidity. She bends down and takes his penis into her mouth. He winks at me.

"Seriously, if you want to play with yourself as you watch, don't hold back."

So I do. I watch her sucking his cock and touch my own, gently, tentatively, pinching the end of it. He watches me, I look up from watching her fellate him, see him looking at me as I start to play with my dick. Then she looks up, glances up, as best she can, holding his penis, looking at me, licking his engorged plum as I finally grip the shaft of my dick and pull back my foreskin, revealing my swollen glans. My dick feels good in my hand, this all feels good, I like watching them, I like them watching me. They have more or less stopped moving, she is giving the tip of his penis small licks, they watch me sitting and masturbating. 

"Right, come on then, you can start licking my cunt please."

They both move. He stands, his stubby penis rigid, vertical, glistening with her saliva, she sits back up, in the middle of the chair, spreads her legs wide, offering both of us an unimpeded look at her full and fat pussy. He sits in front of her, bends, takes hold of her thighs in his hands, dips his head down between her legs, she half closes her eyes, still looking at me. I watch him begin licking, but can't really see. I want to stand, but feel somehow funny about standing. His head is motionless, she closes her eyes, breathes in deeply. She looks back at me.

"Stand up. You can stand up, get a better, oh yeah..., oh yeah... get a better look at what he's... oh... doing to me."

I stand and step over to them, stand to the side, look down and see him licking the length of her cunt, up from her wet opening, up through her thick and heavy labia, over her stiff clitoris, I see him stay there, circling her most sensitive part, covering it with his whole mouth. 

"Can you see?"

"Yep, yes, thank you."

"Tell me what you can see."

"I can see him licking you."

"Licking... fuck, fuck, fuck,... licking me where, what?"

"He's licking your..., cunt. He's licking your clitoris."

"Fuck yes, fuck, now he's going to stick a finger in my cunt, yes, stick a finger in my cunt."

He does this, I see him sink his forefinger deep inside her and hear her gasp with pleasure. I move my hand quicker over my cock, timing my movements to his, he licks and kisses her, prods and presses, she is looking at me looking, looking at me looking and fucking my hand. Her breathing becomes shallow, he increases his tempo. 

"Come on, stand closer, wank yourself hard, wank yourself as hard as you can."

I stand and masturbate for her as quick and hard as I can, my hand and cock a blur, I watch her come, I watch as he licks her to an orgasm, which reaches her face, reddening it, sending a flush of colour over her breasts. She breathes deep, recovering, as he stands up, his cock has lost some of its stiffness, it is hanging down again, just past the horizontal. I stand back and let him pull a couple of cushions onto the floor, pull and manoeuvre her, roughly enough, despite her obvious exhaustion so she is kneeling on the cushions, face down on the chair, her bum facing him. He looks up at me as he holds his penis, grips it and starts masturbating himself, he winks again.

"Keep watching us, what do you want love? What do you want us to do now?"

"Fuck me, Tommy, watch, keep wanking, watch, you, fuck me, stick your hard cock inside my cunt and fuck me, fuck me hard, come on, fuck me senseless."

I watch as he wanks his cock back to a full erection, then as he lets it drop and pulls her buttocks apart, I look at her dark, sweaty crack, at the raised coil of her sphincter, the earthy ridge of her vulva, I see him bend his penis down to meet her vagina, I watch him find her opening, press the round tip of his penis to it, then I look as he rams his dick inside her, in one, all of his six odd inches of stiff dick sinking up into her vagina, which causes a gasp to leave her mouth. 

"God, yes, stick it in me, Tommy, are you watching?"

"Yes, yep."

"What can you see?"

"I can see him fucking you, I can see his penis entering you, pulling out, pushing back in."

"God yes, fuck, do it harder, fuck me harder."

I watch him do this, I see him gripping her hips, pulling her onto him as he thrusts into her, I can see his penis penetrate, appear, stretching the walls of her vagina out as he withdraws, slam back in, furiously, fast, I hear his balls slapping against her, where, her stomach, her head presses onto the back of the chair, he begins to moan, I see as he slides a hand over her buttock, down her wet crack, I watch as he places his thumb over her anus.

"Yeah, do that, Tommy, watch him stick his finger in my bum"

I watch his thumb sink past her sphincter, I watch him sink it deep into her hot rectum, still fucking.

"Fuck me I'm getting there quick, I am getting there. Shall we watch me come?"

He stops, moving, pulls his thumb out of her anus, his penis out of her vagina, turns her over so she is facing him again, stands, sort of, low over her, grips his penis again and masturbates, hard and quick, I see his balls swinging against his legs, can hear the wet slap of skin on skin, can see his hand, the quivering tip stimulated by his friction, then he stops, stops, pulls his foreskin back once, hold it fully back, we watch, she is looking now, her hand back over her pussy, I watch, I look at the shiny helmet of his penis, the raised slit at its centre, we watch him come, we all stare at his trembling penis as three, four, five huge gobbets of thick, white, ribbony spunk gush out of his urethra, spurt from his penis and land with faint splashes on her breasts, her chin, her shoulder, her stomach. I stand, over both of them as she slumps back, as he lays on the floor. I realise I am the only one who hasn't had an orgasm. My dick remains hard, I allow my hands to drop to my side, unsure again, ready to leave, frankly, to have a nice wank about it all later on.

"Well, then" she looks up at me, "you haven't come."

"No, no I haven't."

"Would you like to?"

"Yeah, I suppose I would."

"Would you like to come on me?"

"Uh, would you like me to?"

"You can bring yourself off, anywhere you like, or not, but if you'd like to come on me, he has to do it for you."

"Sorry?"

"If you want to come over me, you have to let him hold your dick, let him masturbate you, onto me."

"Um."

"Or, would you like to come in my mouth?"

"Really?" I look at him, at his reaction to this, I notice his penis is still semi erect, even after he has come, it still hangs in front of us both, still thick, still engorged. 

"If you want me to suck your penis however, well, first you have to suck his."

"What?"

"Yes, that's the deal on this one. Suck my husband's cock, let him come in your mouth, and I will suck yours, and you can come in my mouth. And trust me, ask him, I am very, very good at it."

"She is, no doubt, she likes it, she loves sucking stiff cocks, I love watching her do it."

"But, you know, I'm not gay, really, I like women." My penis had shrunk on me, it was wobbling back against my legs. They looked at me, looked down and noticed this.

"Listen, there's no rules with this, one way, another, why don't you give it a go, he doesn't have to come in your mouth, just put his penis in your mouth for a minute or so, see how it feels."

And, well, the prospect of her giving me a blow job was too much. They sensed me weakening.

"Go on mate, you sit down, I'll stand in front of you."




I Think Back



I did, I sat, she sat next to me, he stood up in front. His penis was a few inches from my face, flaccid now, but still as long as it was erect, and heavy, a pearl of semen showing at its tip which had been half covered again by his foreskin. She spoke. 

"Hold it, in your hand, pull back his foreskin, and put the glans in your mouth."

I did nothing. I felt my own penis shrink further away from this, felt it small in my lap, against my scrotum, which had been pressed up by my legs, my balls and penis were a raised pouch of timid sex part in my groin. 

"Go on, one step at a time, take the shaft of his penis in your hand, just hold it up. I ought to say, this is turning me on now, look" she turned in the seat, raised a leg and exposed her vulva to me. I could see and smell the moisture seeping out from her vagina. She placed her hand over her privates, pressed and squeezed. 

"Go on, hold his penis in your hand."

I reached out, eased my fingers underneath the shaft of his penis, felt the cool, rough texture of his scrotum, felt a murmur from his testicles, closed my fingers up and held his penis. I held another man's penis in my hand (if I'm honest, not exactly for the first time. In my early early teens I'd watched a porn film with a mate, not a close friend, someone who lived near me. It was the first time I had seen an erect penis, the first time I had seen a vagina close up, the first time I had seen men wanking themselves, seen women sucking their, frankly, huge pricks, it was the first time I had seen actual fucking, and then the ejaculations. My own young penis was rigid within seconds, and obviously so, in my pair of loose summer shorts. I think I asked him if he had a hard nob. We looked each others' groins and saw the tent our stiff penises were making in our trousers. 

"Have you ever wanked?"

"Um, well no, actually." Which was the truth, at this point, I hadn't.

"Do you know what it is?"

"Well, that," 

I gestured to the screen, where one man was wanking himself so he came over one of the girl's faces. 

"Do you reckon we should do it?"

"What, now? In front of each other?"

"Why not. My brother does with his mates."

"Really?"

"Yeah. They have some beers, they put the porn on, have wanking parties."

"Really?"

"Shall we do it?"

I look at the screen, see multiple partners, see men naked in front of one another, see them holding their erect cocks, pinching them and rubbing them, I watch as the woman takes one penis in her mouth as the other fucks her from behind. My own hard penis twitches.

"Come on, on three."

He undoes his button and zip, hooks his thumbs into the waist of his shorts and pants.

"Come on, on three, we'll just pull our shorts down, then we'll see each other's willy, and we'll have a wank. What do you think?"

I look at the screen, she is taking one penis in her vagina as the other pushes his huge cock into her arse. I undo my button and zip, hook my thumbs into my shorts and pants.

"Alright then, on three."

"One, two, THREE"

and we both pulls down our shorts and pants and let our stiff dicks bounce up into the air. We both immediately compare. My penis is longer and thicker, by at least an inch both ways. He gasps at this.

"Wow, yours is big."

He grips his, looks at the screen, starts pumping his hand up and down his shaft. I watch him do this, I see the red glans getting shown, I hold my own rigid stem, move my hand up and down over my thick and stiff shaft. It feels good, strange to be doing this, but good. I watch him masturbating as much as I watch the two men on the screen. They each pull out, one from her vagina, the other from her arse, she sits up, still moaning, playing with herself as they now masturbate, kneeling over her, their hands move quicker over their enormous dongs, without expression they both come at the same time. We wank as they wank, I look at his hard dick, at his balls as they bounce against his legs, as they shoot their thick ropes of creamy spunk over her chest and face.

"Can I feel yours?"

"What?"

"Can I feel what your nob is like?"

"Can I feel yours then?"

"Yeah."

So we reach over to each other's laps. I feel his smaller nob stiff in my hand as I feel his fingers close around my bigger penis. He starts to move his hand up and down. So I do the same. I follow his lead, not really knowing how close I am to an orgasm. He speeds up, I follow, I feel his hand moving quickly over my cock, I quicken my pace, feel the rigid and hot ridges of his dick, I hear a wet sound, he moves even faster, I quicken up. He speaks first.

"Oh god, I think I'm going to, I think I might..."

I look at his penis, I look at my hand rubbing his prick furiously, and then he does come. I see three thick, white spurts of cum shoot out from the end of his penis, up over my hand and arm. He keeps rubbing my penis. I feel something building up, I feel a sweet trembling sensation, first in my toes, then in my groin.

"God, I think I'm going to as well."

He masturbates me hard and quick, my balls thumping, I feel the build up in my testicles, the sweet sensation flooding through my stiff penis, I look down at his hand moving quickly over the shaft of my dick and watch myself come, we look as three thick gouts of semen spurt out of the tip of my prick. We sit for a short while, out softening penises drooping back down, our hands sticky with each other's virgin spunk.), I felt the heat of his blood hungry organ pulse and twitch immediately, heard him take in a sharp breath, looked quickly across to her, saw her now gently rubbing her pussy, watching me.

"Now, lift it up, lift his penis up to your mouth."

I lifted, pulled my head back slightly to stop it knocking against my chin, I held his penis and lifted it so it was an inch from my mouth, instinctively pulling on it, pulling back his foreskin, pulling back and exposing the fuck-reddened helmet, still oozing the last drops of creamy clear seed, I felt his penis get harder in my hand, felt the shaft of his cock swelling, throbbing as blood engorged his erectile tissue. Without thinking too much I move my hand up and down his penis, stiff now, I hold it more firmly, like I hold my own, I squeeze his penis in the way I squeeze mine, when I want a hard-on, when I want to masturbate and get myself stiff.

"Good, really, really good, now place the tip of his penis in your mouth, close your mouth over it, run your tongue all over his helmet."

I hold it up to my mouth, wanking him now, feeing him stiffen further between my fingers, feeling him get harder, his shaft rigid, solid, I feel it smaller than mine, more of my hand fits around it, though it feels strange, there are more ridges on it, I hold his penis a little tighter, pull back his foreskin again, look at the shiny purple bulb of cock head.

"Now, fuck, go on, put his penis in your mouth." She is rubbing her pussy, quicker now, harder, using her fingers on her own swollen bud. "Go on, put your mouth over the end of his penis."

I open my mouth and close my eyes, lower my head to my hand, let his penis slip into my mouth and close my lips around it. It feels odd, this throbbing hot smooth cock-end against my tongue, pressing my lips apart. I open my eyes, see my hand around the shaft of his penis, gripping it, see the thick black curls of his pubic hair. 

"Now, take him a bit deeper, try to keep mouth closed around the tip, and touch his balls with your other hand, cup his scrotum." 

I manage to look at her, as she rubs herself watching me with her husband's penis in my mouth. I feel his penis getting throb in my hand, in my mouth, I wrap my fingers around it, it is hard now, stiff and fully erect, I dip my head further down, feel his penis slide over my tongue, feel the undulations of his shaft on my lips, it is hot, hot, a drop of fluid escapes the end of his prick and drips onto my tongue, I let the familiar hot brackish taste of semen run back into my throat, on the thin stem of his dick I taste what I would know as her vaginal secretions as they are moistened by my saliva, as they wash off his dick and onto my lips. I think I feel his penis grow even more, I think I feel it swell in my mouth. I cannot help myself now, I move beyond choice, I grip as much of the lower part of his penis with my hand, keep pulling his foreskin back and allow the head and the first three inches of his stem to slip in and out of my mouth, over my lips, onto my tongue. Every once in a while I stop, close my mouth over him, produce some saliva, lick around his engorged glans. 

"Go on, suck his penis, suck it hard."

I suck him. I cram as much of his cock into my mouth as I can, I feel the tip touch the back of my throat.

"And you're enjoying it now aren't you. We can see that, look at his young dick."

I stop for a second, though I don't have to, look down at my lap, we all do, I have become erect, my penis is again fully, supremely hard, standing up thick and long from the nest of my scrotum. 

"Yeah, looks like he likes sucking cock, looks like he's getting off on having my husband's penis in his mouth. I told you, told you your lovely young cock would love it."

And I am, I cannot pretend otherwise, I keep hold of his penis, lick the end of it in the way she did, raise my other hand and take hold of his balls, they are heavy, big and loose in his swinging scrotum, I cup them.

"Now, lick them, take one of his balls in your mouth."

So I do this too, I bring them up and lower my mouth and manoeuvre one of his oval testicles into my mouth, I feel the hairy, wrinkled skin of his scrotum on my tongue, feel his heavy ball inside my cheek. And then feel someone's hand holding my penis. I don't stop sucking his scrotum, look down at my dick and see that she has reached over with her free hand, has gripped the stiff shaft of my dick and has begun to masturbate me as I continue licking his sac and ball. 

I let it drop out of my mouth and return my lips to his penis. She pulls back my foreskin as I do the same to his, she moves her hand up and down my cock as I again let the wet tip of his enter my mouth. I am sucking his cock now, with a sense of abandon, with strange pleasures and sensations in my mind, I move my hands over his balls, squeezing, pinching, the bottom of his rigid stalk, I let his penis sink into the back of my mouth, lick and suck it, enjoying the taste and feel on my lips and mouth of this odd thick boiling rod of fuck meat. I move my head faster over his glans and shaft, find myself exploring lower with my fingers, find myself pressing hard against the bottom of his penis, below his scrotum where I like to press myself, I massage the buried root of his organ, in time with the movement of my mouth, then press further down, where I sometimes go on myself, I feel the unfamiliar hair of his upper thighs, where they meet, I feel him step further apart, stand with his legs further apart, allowing, me, inviting me to go further, her hand increase its tempo on my super stiff dick, stiff, I feel, as it's ever been, I feel the rim of his cock head rubbing over my lips, I allow my teeth to graze his shaft as I prod further down, past his legs, into the sweaty, hairy, hot crack of his bum, I slip and slide my finger over his perineum, feeling the wet hairs covering him there, I feel him bending, spreading his legs further apart. I hear her speak.

"Go on, do it now, do that, god, stick your fingers into his anus."

I explore further, feel the tight, hot, rippled plug of his anus, feel it slick with sweat, I push against his tight opening, I press my finger in past his resisting sphincter, I feel his muscle contract around my finger. His penis swell in my mouth, twitches, he stops moving, I know he is about to come, in my mouth, I know, from personal experience, I have tasted my own cum, I think I know what to expect, I feel his hand gripping my shoulder, I push my finger deep into the hot moist flesh of his rectum just as he does come, just as I feel him ejaculate into my mouth, I feel three blasts of body-hot spunk exit the tip of his penis onto the roof of my mouth, I hold the stem of his prick with my lips, let his slick cock head empty his semen over my tongue, onto my cheeks, it feels like he has emptied a cup of hot sperm into my mouth. I let him come, with her still working my dick hard, still having not come myself, I fuck him anally with my finger and milk the shaft of his penis into my mouth, I swish the pool of warm white fuck cream around my mouth, feeling it would be easier to swallow than let it dribble out over my face I do so, as she rubs her vagina and my penis. She stops suddenly. I assume so she can move her head to my lap to start sucking my cock. 

"How was that?" She is addressing her husband. 

"Fucking unbelievable, fucking unbelievable."

"And for you?"

I let his softening member out of my mouth, let it drop from my hand.

"Uh, yeah, alright."

"Alright?" she keeps hold of my penis. "If hardness of this is anything to go by, you thought it was fucking unbelievable too. I could feel this all though remember, and could see it, and what you were doing. I thought you were going to come without anyone touching you for a minute."

"Well, yeah, maybe"

"Now, I said if you sucked my husband's penis I would suck yours, right?"

I felt my penis tremble with anticipation. "Yes, I think so."

"Well, given that you did such a good job on him, how would you like to fuck me instead?"

"Really?" 

"really."

"Uh, you sure? And you don't mind?" I look at him. He has stepped back and is now sitting in my old spot opposite.

"No, I'd prefer to watch her sucking you off, but watching you fuck is okay."

"Um, well."

"Well, I think you should put that inside me." 

She motions for me to stand so she can lay back on the chair, let her legs fall apart, opening her vagina for me. I glance at her husband. He looks up at me, doesn't wink. I notice his penis is still oozing a drop of fluid from its tip, but soft now, deflated by two quick orgasms. I think for a moment it would be wise to get out of this, it might be wise not to fuck his wife, not now he hasn't got the erotic energy overpowering any feelings of jealousy or possessiveness. My own erotic needs trump this thought however. I want to fuck her, this is when I do it, this is when I get to put my penis inside a woman's cunt. With my still stiff dick wobbling in front of me I kneel on the chair, her spread legs and already cock-parted, fuck-wet vulva two feet from me. 

"Come on, stick that big cock in my soaking pussy."

I held my erection in my left hand, held myself up with my right, tried to bend my penis to line up with her vagina. I prodded about for a couple of seconds. She brushed my hand away, gripped my dick again, pulled my foreskin back, moved the head downwards.

"Right there."

I felt moisture against my cock, pushed and felt my glans enter a tight, hot and wet opening. 

"Right, now, Ed, are you watching."

We both looked over, Ed was playing with his stiff soft penis, pinching the skin over the end of it.

"now you, sink your lovely hard cock into my wet quim, as far as you can, as hard as and fast as you can, fuck me hard with your big fucking prick."

I thrust forwards with my hips, pushed my penis up into the hot channel of her vagina.

"Fuck me, fuck me hard, look at him fuck me Ed, look at his lovely young virgin cock slip inside your wife's dripping fanny."

I begin to fuck as hard and quick as I can, feeling the walls of her vagina contract around the shaft, the end of my penis, feel the sweet slippery friction as I pull back and sink myself deep back into her, feel her hand on my buttock, squeezing it, pulling it apart from the other cheek, allowing a breath of cold air hit my sweat and sea damp anus, allowing one of her finger nails to scratch against the inner crack of my arse. 

"Oh god, this is so good, your cock feels so good inside me, you are so good at this, isn't he Ed?"

I speed up, I thump my penis into her, feel my balls swing and slap against her arse cheeks.

"God, god yes, harder, fuck me as hard as you fucking can. Ed, stand up and watch this, watch his fat dick stretch me wide."

Ed stands up, his semi-erect penis hanging away from his body. He moves closer to us, stands over me as I continue pumping my penis inside his wife's slick pussy. 

"This is so good, your lovely thick dick feels so good inside me."

I am fairly sure this is porn boilerplate but I don't care, the words turn me on more, get me fucking quicker and harder.

"Look at him Ed, look at his fresh young dick inside me, can you see him?"

"Yes." Hoarsely now. I glance again. His penis is erect again, he is masturbating as I fuck his wife.

"Can you see, look at his sweet dick, look at his sweet hard dick enter me, god I am so wet, Ed, his stiff young prick is making me so fucking wet, look at him pump me, look at him sinking his thick young virgin prick into me."

Ed looks and masturbates his own thick penis to the movements of mine. He stands behind me. I am half aware of his wife's hand on my buttock, half aware he can now look at my exposed anus. A tremor of anxiety rushes through me. 

"Come on Tommy, fuck me harder, fuck me as hard as you can, this is so good, your cock feels so good, it feels so big inside me, you hear Ed? His cock feels so good in me, his young cock feels so fucking good inside my tight little cunt, his cock is going to make come so hard, his massive young cock is going to make me come more than you, more than you can, look at us fucking, look at him fucking your wife, look at your slut of a wife getting fucked by this boy's hard dick, look at her love it, god I love it, I am so fucking hot and wet, you are making me so soaking wet, look Ed, look how she wants all of his cock, how she wants his huge dong stretching her dripping cunt, god I need this, I need his hard, long prick to fill me up. Now go on, lick him, lick his sweet anus, go on, you want to, look at your stiff dick, you want to lick his fresh young ring whilst he, fuck, whilst he, you want to lick and feel him as he fucks me, as he pounds his huge dick into my soaking cunt, tell me."

"Yes, yes."

She pulls my buttock further apart, I feel his nose deep in my arse crack, I suddenly feel his tongue pressing against my tough hole.

"God, you are so fucking good, your big dick feels so fucking good inside me, lick him Ed, lick his butt, lick his sweet young bunghole, stick your tongue inside his virgin bud."

I feel him licking in a circle around the ridge of my anus. Instinctively I slow my tempo, allow him to run his tongue over my arsehole, I feel her tighten her vaginal muscles around my penis as her husband presses his tongue more firmly against my crinkled anus. I clench, involuntarily, I feel both of their hands spreading my buttocks, I feel him lick and moisten my untouched ring.

"Fuck me, fuck me harder, let me feel you come, let me feel you gush into me, I want you to, I want to feel your fresh young spunk fill me, fill up my greedy wet cunt, come on, come in me, I want you to fucking come, shoot your thick young boy juice deep in my fucking womb. Let him lick you, let my husband lick your virgin sphincter as you come inside his slut wife."

I relax just enough to feel his tongue pushing past the resistance of my anus, I feel an orgasm building up from my toes, through my slapping balls, through the root of my cunt soaked penis as I feel him penetrating me, as I feel him licking the tight tube of my sphincter I finally come. I empty load after load of semen into her as he tongue fucks my arse. As I come so does he, again, he straightens his back and emits an almost painful groan, I feel him have another orgasm, I feel a come-depleted load of hot spunk splashing over my back, onto my crack, I feel it dripping over my opened anus.




I Think Back



"God, yes, fill me up."

Her hands now firmly on my quivering balls, pressing and milking the deep root of my penis.

"Fill me deep with your virgin spunk, come on, come on, fuck me, fuck me, fuck his slut, fuck me like a slut, fuck his big-cock hungry slut wife."

And she came, I think, I had enough of an erection left to carry her over into another orgasm, she wrapped her legs around my back, dragged her nails over my balls. Came with a heave and a shout. 

We sank back in a heap of sweat and semen, lay over each other in a twisted layer of limbs and seeping organs. I finish my drink.



I Think He Knows



Chapter One

They met in the middle of the hotel room in a flurry of tongues and fingers, deftly freeing each other's body from the repressive clothing they'd been wearing all day. Susan's professional-looking business suit was tossed to one side, while Lilah's cotton panties and tank top slid almost effortlessly to the floor. The two women had been apart all day and that was far too long for either of the young lovers. Lilah stood shivering and trembling as Susan dropped to her knees before her partner, pressing against the other girl's inner thighs with her palms to spread them.

"Fuck, I've waited all day for this," Susan murmured as she nuzzled against Lilah's dark softly furred pussy.

"Don't wait anymore, Sue, just suck me," grunted the brunette as she ran her fingers through Susan's fair locks.

The other girl spared her lover a mischievous look then set to work. She pulled apart the pouting pussy lips, already swollen with excitement and slick with juices, and moved her tongue inside. Lilah's clitoris was a perfect small bud of hard flesh, so easily stimulated by Susan's tongue. She moved the very tip of her tongue over the stiff clit then flicked it repeatedly, eliciting shudders and squeals from Lilah. The standing girl spread her legs as much as she could while standing, looking bowlegged as Susan went deeper into her cunt. The woman's tongue was ridiculously long, like a serpent or snake, and Lilah only knew she wanted it all over her, deep inside her like a cock. She wriggled around until she had her back to the bed, then dropped to a seated position, still clutching Susan's hair in her hands. She leaned forward, her ass barely holding her on the edge of the still-made bed.

"Fuck me with it, Susan. Stick it in me!" She knew she sounded desperate but she didn't care. These first few minutes with her lover were always the most precious. They were the times when Susan worshipped her, lathered her up for the rest of their sex later on.

Susan thrust her tongue up into the waiting crevice. Her tongue twisted and pushed, passing by the delicate inner labia of Lilah's cunt. The hole beckoned like a slitted mouth and Susan French kissed it so sweetly before plunging deep as her long tongue would go. The rest of her lips wrapped around Lilah's sex and suckled, leaving her tongue writhing snake-like inside her lover's pussy.

Lilah couldn't handle it anymore. She'd waited all day for this, it was all she could think about while she worked. They'd made these plans days ago over coffee and now, they simply couldn't hold back. Lilah couldn't hold back, she had to let go.

Squealing and groaning, she let her dark-haired head drop back, her mouth open in gasping screaming o's of pleasure. She bucked forward, gripping Susan's hair almost viciously now as she pushed the woman's face further into her privacy.

"Yes yes yes!" she commanded, more to herself than to her lover. "Ohhhh fuck yes!"

Her body shook even as she released the other woman's hair and fell back to the bed. She tried to catch her breath and failed, almost dizzy with the power of the passion that had overcome her. She pulled her feet carefully up towards her body, curling up on the bed's duvet cover like a little baby. Slowly, she regained control of her flesh, her creeping skin. Hugging herself, she worked to calm herself down and control her breathing.

Susan stood up, still wearing her black high heel pumps. She put her hands on her hips and looked down at her sweet and inexperienced lover.

"I love how you can just let go like that, totally release and give in to the ecstasy."

Susan walked over to the bathroom and turned on a light. She examined her perfect face in the mirror, wiping off the rest of her makeup with a face cloth. She had to look perfect, all day long, working as a high profile lawyer in a law firm. Her clothes were perfectly pressed and creased, her blouses exciting but not revealing, her skirts professional but alluring. She knew her business well, knew what it took to get through law school, to work her way up the law firm's social ranks and power ladder. Susan succeeded at everything she did and always got what she wanted. She was a planner, a strategizer, she could and did make long range plans that spanned years. She looked over her shoulder using the mirror and met Lilah's deep brown eyes.

Boy, did Susan have plans.

"What are you thinking?" Lilah whispered from the bed, causing Susan to turn around.

"I'm thinking," the tall blonde said from the doorway of the bathroom, "that it's my turn now. And I may not be able to cum like you do. But I sure would like to try."

As Susan approached the bed, Lilah rolled obediently onto her back. Susan crept on to the bed on her hands and knees, kicking off her shoes slowly. She gave Lilah a seductive smile as one of her hands slid down the girl's thigh. Lilah was strong. Her muscles were tight from spending her days working at a carpentry store. She had the most pixie-like face and hairstyle, her dark thick hair short and cropped in uneven slices around her head. If it wasn't for those darling looks of hers, she'd be such an obvious lesbian.

Susan's fingers dug in slightly, her nails leaving red marks on Lilah's skin that quickly faded. She dragged her nails over the other girl's hip, then up over her stomach, purposely bypassing her lover's pussy. Her sex would be too sensitive right now and Susan wanted her to feel completely comfortable. Her less-than-gentle touches were making Lilah shiver already. 

Susan drew closer, bending her head to lick at one of Lilah's nipples. It was dark burgundy against the white flesh of the girl's tit. Susan clutched it in one hand, squeezing it and pushing the nipple up in a peak. She bit at it tenderly, looking into Lilah's eyes.

"Do you have any idea how much you excite me?" she asked.

"Yes," Lilah managed to whisper. "Come up here and let me show you."

Susan smiled, eagerly swinging her legs over Lilah's slender body on the bed. Lilah moved slowly upwards, dragging herself back up the bed and bringing Susan with her. Soon, Susan was able to reach out and grab the tall headboard of the bed with her fingers. She slowly pulled her body upwards, wriggling until she was lifted off the other girl's body. Lilah shifted down, sliding her arms under Susan's round thighs. Then she looked up the torso of her lover. Susan lowered herself onto Lilah's waiting mouth.

Lilah was new to being a lesbian. Everything she had learned, she had learned from Susan. So it was with great pleasure and security that Susan rested her naked pussy on the girl's face, barely holding herself up. She closed her eyes.

Susan's pussy was naked, hairless, and chubby. Lilah had looked at lesbian porn, and a lot of it. To her, Susan's body was beautiful. The other slightly-older woman was plumper than she was, but not fat. She was healthy, her thighs toned but not carved and muscular. Lilah reached around them with her arms and hands, holding them and pulling Susan's pussy closer. She parted the lips expertly with her tongue, turning her head slightly side to side to spread the fat swollen labia. Already Susan was moist with excitement. Lilah gave a lick up the inside walls of Susan's ready sex, then moved her tongue to the woman's clit. The fleshy bud was bigger than her own. She moved it around forcefully with her tongue, flicking it hard just how she knew Susan liked it done. She lowered her tongue to the inner lips of Susan's pussy, teasing at them, not passing beyond them. She lathered one up, then the other, loving how Susan was getting wetter and wetter by the minute. Soon, she was teasing at the very edges of Susan's slit.

Lilah's tongue wasn't long like Susan's. It was plenty long enough though to please her lover. She pushed it carefully into Susan's cunt, letting it relax and spread out before going further. Centimeter by centimeter she went, her arms pulling Susan down onto her face more and more. Soon, if Susan wanted, she could let go of the headboard.

Susan wouldn't, though. That wasn't how she liked it. She knew what she wanted, and how to get it. Lilah had that, had learned quickly how to please her true love. The girl kept her tongue fat but hard and left Susan to do the things she needed to do.

Up and down, Susan grinded her body. She lifted herself with her strong thighs and calves, the softness of her curved body a lie that hid some real strength. She cupped her own breasts, loving the full feel of her D's in her hands. She pinched over the nipples, eyes closed as she rode her lover silently. Lilah struggled to breathe but concentrated on relaxing while keeping her tongue hard and stiff for Susan. Soon the other girl was moving faster, quicker, and Lilah's efforts had to be doubled or her tongue would slip out. She'd learned to predict Susan's movements though. After so many sex sessions, she knew exactly what to do and when to do it. And soon, it was time.

As Susan began to pant and gasp for air, once more gripping the headboard, her spine began to curl, her body tilting as she sought further stimulation. The tongue inside her was going as deep as it could. She put a hand over her own mons or pubic bone, letting her middle finger slip between her pussy lips. While she fingered her clit, she whispered dirty words that Lilah could barely hear. It didn't matter though, the words weren't for her.

Susan released, the only way she knew how. Gripping the headboard firmly, she shook it, banging it against the wall, ignoring the dull pain of her knuckles being caught between the wall and the wood. She bucked hard over Lilah's face, able to forget about the other girl's need for air, just for a few moments. And she was cumming now, letting out her own breath and feeling her own body shudder.

Lilah sat up and put out her hands just as Susan collapsed backwards. She pulled the woman back up into a sitting position, holding her close and snuggling against her chest and belly. Still shaking, Susan dragged her nails dangerously over Lilah's skin, almost breaking through in some places. Smiling, Lilah endured it all. Her greatest thrill was being able to please such a demanding and exacting lover as Susan. She held the writhing woman close until at last the lady was done. Then she lowered them both to the bed and they slept.

An hour passed, maybe two, before an annoying electrical ringing stirred the lovers from each other's arms.

"Lilah...Lilah, that's your phone..." Susan pushed at her sleepy lover several times before the girl finally got out of the covers and went in the darkness to find the annoying cell.

"Hello? Yeah, no, I wasn't sleeping. Well sure, a break then. Long day and all that. Hmm? Yeah sure, coffee, milk, eggs. Anything else?"

Susan watched her lover, holding a pillow tightly as if to keep her arms around something while Lilah was out of bed. She knew who was on the phone. And she hated him. Lilah watched her, almost not seeing her. That's how she got when she talked to him, Susan knew.

"Yeah, I know, geez. Alright, I'll see you later. Yes. Yes I said that already. Twenty minutes? I don't know. Yep. Alright. Yep bye. Hang up now. Say bye..."

Sighing she clicked the phone off and dropped it back onto her work jeans.

"Fuck," she muttered, climbing back into bed. She laid next to Susan, staring into the other woman's very light blue eyes as she tucked her arm under Susan's head. "I have to go..."

Susan nodded, trying to push her sadness away. She hated for any minute spent with Lilah to be dull, dreary, negative. She struggled though to blink back her tears of disappointment.

Lilah sighed, seeing those glistening drops in her lover's gaze. She put a hand out and stroked Susan's soft shoulder-length locks. Then she cupped the woman's cheek.

"I love you," she confessed, staring into the other lady's eyes. Then she leaned forward, kissing Susan so tenderly, a kiss they had not yet shared.

Susan returned the kiss, tears streaming down her cheeks. She tugged then on Lilah's bottom lip, sucking it into her mouth and tonguing it. She finally released the kiss and looked back at her younger lover.

"I love you," she said, smiling. "I always have, since I met you. I'm...I'm so glad you love me too..."

She burst into harder tears and sobs then, and Lilah held her close, ever the strong one, until another hour had passed and she really did have to go home.

To her husband.









Chapter Two

Supper was going to be late again. Tony hated when supper was late. He watched as Lilah came up the sidewalk to their bungalow, carrying the few groceries he'd asked her to get. He snorted in derision as she walked in and ignored him, passing him to go into the kitchen.

"Not even going to say hi? Maybe explain what the hell kept you?"

"I've had a long day, so leave me alone."

Her tone cut him. He frowned, feeling vulnerable and hating himself for being weak. Like a girl.

"You think I've had a perfect day?"

Lilah sighed, knowing she was being a bitch for no reason. Tony was her husband. And once upon a time, only a year ago, she'd thought she would love him forever. She'd thought that this house, this life was all she would ever know and ever want. How wrong she had been. She turned to face him.

Suddenly, he was there, right in front of her. His hands cupped her cheeks, tenderly, and he lowered his mouth to hers. Full of shame, Lilah felt her body reacting to his kiss, to his closeness. She moved her hands to his wrists, to pull his hands away, but they failed her. She held on to his strong forearms, enjoying the brush of his soft furred skin against her palms. His kiss deepened and he sucked on her bottom lip, as Susan had only fifteen minutes ago. That gave her the motivation she needed, remembering Susan. She pulled away slightly.

"I need to make supper now," she whispered to him.

"Later then? I've missed you so much."

She could see the sparkle in his eyes, the wetness of his mouth in the light of the kitchen.

"Alright," she nodded. "Later, okay? Just let me make supper first."

Tony watched his young wife as she briskly made him one of his favourite meals, beef stroganoff. Her slender body was perfect, even if her tits were a bit small and her ass a bit too firm for his liking. She was a fiend in bed, or had been when they met and got married two years ago. It had been one of those whirlwind affairs, but no one who knew them had objected. At twenty-one, it was high time for both of them to get out of their parents' homes and live as adults. Tony had the right job for it, he brought in more than enough money. And Lilah's profession as an apprentice carpenter kept her fit, kept her busy. She had the perfect body for a mother. She would never be one of those fat girls, having children and using it as an excuse to gain obscene amounts of weight. Lilah would always be strong, athletic even. Tight! That's how Tony liked her.

It was hard for him to not get out of his chair and go to her as she moved around the kitchen. She looked hot, and flushed with making dinner. The noodles, he wondered. Or maybe the steam from the cooking meat. He couldn't tell. The flush she had was almost like she looked after a good round of sex. It couldn't be, though, he chided himself. He'd been busy for weeks now with a very important business client.

But just because I'm busy doesn't mean she is, he warned himself. He studied her closely, squinting in suspicion. Could she be fucking someone else?

Horror settled into Tony's stomach. How likely was it that his young wife had found a lover to replace him on the nights he was out of town on business or stayed out late schmoozing up a client? It didn't seem like her personality style, but who could say? He couldn't say, and he realized suddenly that he didn't trust her to not be fucking someone else. That was the thing. He didn't trust her. To Tony, that meant it was even more likely that she could have a lover.

What can I do? He thought to himself, now drumming his fingers on the table. He stared at them, watching them go up and down.

"Honey?" Lilah called softly. "Is everything alright?"

Tony looked up, startled. "Sure, I'm fine. Just hungry I guess!"

He smiled, warding off her look of concern. Lilah smiled back and continued about the duty of making her husband's dinner.

I can't let her know I know, he thought to himself again. If I'm right, I don't want her to know. But I sure as hell am not going to let anyone take her away from me!

He watched her again, the flush in her cheeks dissipating as the time passed.

If she's fucking someone else, I have to do something to teach her. I have to do something to show her she's mine.

He watched her slender ass wiggling around the dining table as she set his place for him, leaning across him to set down his fork and knife and a decanter of water. Her breasts were small in her white tank top and he could almost see the dark areolas through the cotton material. He thought abstractly about how much bigger her boobs would get when she got pregnant.

That's it, he thought, smiling wryly. I'll get her pregnant!

Supper conversation was always good for Tony. He had grown up in a traditional Italian family. Even though they'd eaten every dinner at the family's successful restaurant, they'd still all taken the time to sit down together and let the other people working at the restaurant take over. Mama and Papa would serve their children platefuls of food and they would all discuss the day's business, school, marriages, anything of value and importance. To Tony, this was something he'd always wanted to carry on for his own family. The quiet and almost shy Lilah hadn't responded the way he wanted, giving in to the chit-chat and talking it up herself; she seemed to just get quieter. But it didn't stop Tony from monopolizing the conversation himself then. He felt that some day they'd have kids and then he'd have more people to talk to. He planned on having lots of kids. Lilah was fit and healthy, there was no reason they couldn't have five or six even. But Tony was not a planner, he was a do-er. He didn't think things through and had never expected Lilah to take a lover behind his back. He couldn't ever have fathomed that she would want to leave him, leave their marriage and their house.

Finally, dinner was done. Lilah got up to clean the table, but Tony stood at the same time, gripping her wrist. She looked at him with wide eyes, confused.

"I've missed you, you know," he said as he came around to her side of the table. He pulled her close, moving one of his hands down her back and cupping her ass in her jeans. "I've been thinking that it's about time we started that family."

"What?" Lilah sounded incredulous. The surprised tone in her voice and the fearful look in her eyes almost confirmed that if she didn't have a lover, she had been considering it. He tightened his grip on her wrist.

"Let's start right now," he said. The meanness of his own voice caught him off guard, but he liked it. He could already feel his cock getting tight in his work slacks. "C'mon..."

Tony began to draw Lilah towards their bedroom, but she pulled her wrist free and moved away from him, backing down the hall. She was completely confused at his behaviour. Lilah had been avoiding having sex with him as much as possible, for months now. It hadn't been hard because he worked so much and was already absent most of the time. Sometimes she hoped he'd started fucking his hot little secretary. She didn't care who it would be though, as long as something was keeping him from their bed. When she found herself sleeping alone at night, Susan was all she thought about.

Now though, Tony's attitude seemed darker than usual when he wasn't happy with her. Sure, she'd come home late and he'd had to wait for dinner, something he felt no Italian man should have to do. She was sorry for that, somewhat, but she didn't regret the time she'd stolen with Susan.




I Think He Knows



Tony reached out for her and snatched her wrist again, smiling.

"Come on, honey," he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm against his own will. "Let's go make babies!"

"No, this isn't something we go and do without talking about it first." Lilah tried to pull her wrist away from his grip but failed, strong as she was.

"What's to talk about? You're my wife, and we want children. Don't you want children, baby?"

Tony pulled Lilah closer now, holding her in his arms. He looked into her brown eyes, studying her face for some telltale sign of betrayal but finding none. Still, it had to be there. Or if it wasn't now, he'd see it later. She was too beautiful to go through so much time alone without having needs. And he wanted to make sure he was the only one who fulfilled those needs.

"I love you," he whispered desperately before dropping his lips to Lilah's. The kiss was hard, passionate, and she couldn't deny him, he knew.

Lilah's mouth parted against her own will. Soon Tony's tongue was inside her mouth and she was grateful he would only taste the exquisite supper and not her incredibly exquisite lover. Better to just give him what he wanted, for now, she thought. There were ways out of his demands, if she would just use her brain and her knowledge of her husband.

"We don't need to try for a baby tonight. But we can do other things," she said, slowly turning around in Tony's strong embrace. She presented her back to him, getting up on her tip toes and pushing back. Her ass rubbed against his crotch, which she could already feel was incredibly hard. Tony's fat cock was hungry. And Lilah luckily knew exactly what it wanted.

Tony suddenly didn't know what to do. His wife knew and had played upon one of his few honest weaknesses. He lowered his hand down to her ass, squeezing her cheek in his fingers. Skinny as her bottom was, it was also very firm. He gripped it and felt himself begin to drool. He released her from his embrace so he could use both hands to grab her hips and pull her ass back against his cock.

Lilah moved carefully, undoing her jeans and pushing them down slowly. She had Tony enraptured now, and she knew it. If she moved too quickly, he'd realize that she was just distracting him, and then he'd try to get her pregnant again, or worse, get really angry with her. She'd never had him get truly angry yet, but she'd seen him at bars or parties with his family. Tony could get violent, his anger was dangerous. She didn't want to face it.

He watched with brooding and hungry eyes as Lilah's jeans slowly came down, then her white panties. The scent of woman sex wafted up to greet him and he breathed it in deep. The smell was so strong. Was Lilah possibly as excited as he was? As hungry for this as he must be?

"What about me?" he asked when her jeans were all the way down. He took a step back, leaning on the opposite wall in the hallway, arms across his chest.

Slowly, Lilah turned around. She effectively managed to keep the look of disgust out of her face as she blinked at her husband innocently.

"What do you mean?" She peeled off her tank top, knowing full well what Tony meant but hoping the sight of her naked breasts would distract him further.

He grinned and smirked slyly but didn't move.

"I mean my pants, what about me, you're all naked and excited obviously but what about me?"

There was only one thing he was hinting at, Lilah knew. She swallowed softly and looked down at Tony's already bulging slacks. Then she reached out and began to undo them. Tony pushed on one of her shoulders, forcing her to the carpet on her knees. She looked up at him grinning down at her, then looked back at his pants. She couldn't decide which view was worse, his menacing leer or his cock about to be exposed. If she just focused on the job at hand, he wouldn't be able to guess the real displeasure she was feeling. And that sickness in her stomach was only going to grow, she knew.

Carefully Lilah peeled his pants apart and down his thick legs. Tony was a bulky man, not heavy but built like a weight lifter even though he rarely actually exercised. He was the kind of guy that liked to dress in jogging pants and run around the block once, just to give the desperate housewives something to ogle. If he were ten years older, he'd probably wear his button up shirts undone too, showing off his very dark and hairy chest.

As Lilah reached up for the waistband of her husband's boxers, she held her breath, not because he would smell or anything like that; she just knew that the site of his thick cock and his heavily furred groin was going to make her want to vomit. She held her reaction in check as she dropped his trousers to his ankles. Then she looked up at her husband, blinking again.

"Come on, baby. Help me get as ready as you are..."

He put a hand out to her head and she batted it away, hating it when he touched her when she was on her knees like this. He laughed slightly, then braced himself on the wall with his hands, pushing his groin out to Lilah's face.

She took a deep breath and reminded herself of why she was doing this, why she had to do this. He didn't know if she had a lover, she was sure of that. Maybe he suspected, maybe that's what spurred him to this behaviour. But there was no way he knew for sure. So she would do whatever she had to in order to keep her secret.

Lilah reached out and grasped Tony's cock in one hand. It was a big one, thick at the base and at the top. He was a beautiful man, well endowed. Too bad it was wasted on Lilah. She flicked her tongue over the head of his cock, lapping at the precum. She had never gotten used to the taste of it, but knew how to pretend to like it. She swirled her tongue around his dick head, making him groan in pleasure.

"Ohh fuck yeah, baby. I like it like that."

Determined, Lilah took Tony's dick into her mouth. She gulped him deeply, stroking him with one hand at the base because there was no way all of his length would fit inside her. She moved her tongue around in her mouth, trying to keep him completely wet.

Tony closed his eyes for a moment, pushing forward deeper into Lilah's mouth. Then he looked down, smiling as he watched his wife suck him off. She moved her head now, forward and back as she struggled to engulf as much of his cock as possible. It almost seemed like she had forgotten her earlier offer. Tony hadn't, though.

He gripped his dick at the base at exactly the right time, before he reached the breaking point and couldn't pull back. Lilah looked up at him, startled. He reached down and helped her stand.

"You said we could do some other things, remember?" he grinned at her as he turned her towards the other wall. "I really hope you meant what I think you meant."

Lilah pressed herself in a panic against the wall, suddenly finding it hard to breathe. She knew what Tony meant, what he wanted, but she had hoped that she had further distracted him by sucking his cock. She was good at it, she did everything he liked and wanted. But it hadn't been enough. Now he was behind her, stroking over her buttocks with the head of his cock.

"You ready, baby?" he whispered as he leaned into her neck.

She opened her mouth to say 'no', to tell him she wasn't ready – but it was too late. Burning, searing pain burst forth in her ass as Tony forced his super-hard rod up into her asshole. He pushed ruthlessly beyond the circle of tight muscles he found, as if they were as loose as overused elastics. Soon all of his cock was deep inside Lilah's bowels. And just as quickly as he had entered her, he was pulling out again, only to force his way mercilessly in once more. He gripped her by the shoulders, groaning loudly in pleasure, so loud he didn't hear his wife's sobs of agony. It didn't take long for Tony's cock to explode, and Lilah had to fight herself to not scream. He swelled up incredibly huge inside her, then let loose a hot stream of cum that felt like lava in her guts. He continued to thrust, hurting her more. Lilah kept quiet now, biting her lip to help silence her cries.

When Tony was done, he looked down, watching as his cock slid half limp out of his wife's tight asshole. He spanked one of her firm ass cheeks, hard, and laughed as he walked down the hall towards the bathroom.

"I'm going to have a shower, baby. Come join me if you get any other brilliant ideas. I like the way you think! You're so good to me!"

Lilah waited until she heard the shower itself turn on before gathering up her clothes and stalking to her bedroom with an awkward gait. She dropped them on the floor, not bothering to get dressed. Instead she reached for her cell, grabbing it angrily from a table next to the bed. As she dialed Susan's number, she chewed her thumbnail, watching her bedroom door.

Susan picked up instantly and Lilah felt herself fill with shameful tears and sobs again. Finally she was calm enough to speak.

"I think he knows..."

Chapter Three

Miss Felicidad wasn't much younger than Tony, himself, he knew. He watched as she walked down the hall of the offices he worked in. Under his desk, he was tempted to rub his cock through his pants but it almost hurt right now. He'd been having some really wild sex with Lilah lately, all of it either ass fucking or cock sucking. She was suddenly incredibly determined to please him. It was natural for him to get excited when beautiful women walked by though. Just, this time it almost hurt his dick, he was so "fucked out" right now.

Miss Felicidad was walking directly towards the open door of his office. Maybe she was on her way to the copier room. Or maybe she didn't realize he was still there. She had her eyes intently on the papers in her hands, reading them as she walked. And everyone else had gone home hours ago. Tony had stayed late, just to get a break from his wife. Every time he saw Lilah, he wanted to fuck that tight little asshole she offered up to him so willingly, or he wanted her to be on her knees in front of him again. It was a better idea to occasionally pretend to work late. 

Maybe she would go see her lover, he thought. But then again, if he was aching from all this ass fucking, he could only imagine how sore she must be. There was no way she was going to seek out more dick when she could barely handle Tony's!

The tall blonde smoothly closed her file folders in her hand and lifted her head, smiling up at Tony as she approached his office. Almost conspiratorially she looked side to side to see if his assistants had indeed gone home. Seeing no one, she winked at Tony and came into his office.

"Working late again, Mr. Ciccone?"

"Why yes I am, Miss Felicidad. Is there something I can do for you?"

The woman smiled, her bright blue eyes sparkling in the dark office lighting. She came further into Tony's space, looking around with interest.

"No, nothing special. I just needed a break and I saw a light on down here, thought I'd come see what you were up to."

He smiled falsely at her. She was an incredibly attractive woman, he could feel his cock bouncing slightly against his own volition. 

"Have a seat then," he said, gesturing to one of the overstuffed leather armchairs he reserved for special clients.

"Oh thank you! Mind if I close the door? The atmosphere in this room is really great, and it's so...stark out there."

Tony nodded and the lady pushed the door closed tightly. Then she dropped herself into one of the chairs, legs slightly spread.

Is she wearing underwear? Tony thought to himself, sitting upright to get a better look at the depths exposed between the woman's spread legs.

"It really is nice in here, you've done well for yourself."

"Thanks," he replied, sitting back again in his comfy desk chair. "You're doing pretty good too, for someone your age."

"Oh I'm not that much younger than you," she said, coyly blushing like someone shy of their youth in front of an older man.

"I mean it, you're doing alright over there. You've got your corner office already, I didn't have that at your age. How old are you anyway?"

Miss Felicidad flashed him a lovely smile, full of pride. "I'm twenty-three. How about you?"

"Twenty-eight," he grinned. "This has been my office for only a year or so now." He looked around at his collection of law books and policy manuals. He'd worked hard to get where he was. It was all the result of his late hours, he knew.

"Oh I know," Miss Felicidad replied, smiling shyly again. "I came to work here just as you were moving in. It didn't look like this, back then."

Tony smiled slightly, checking his dates. It was true, Miss Felicidad had been a junior partner only a year ago. She was some sort of genius, he knew, remembering the office gossip when she'd arrived. There had been a big party, he'd even brought Lilah to it. Everyone had wanted to meet the boss's latest prodigy lawyer.

"So it's been a good year for you then. The timely death of one of the senior members, happening at the same time as your own high profile case against a corrupt politician. You're doing amazingly well, don't you think?"

There was something he was giving away in his tone, and he was doing it on purpose, trying to goad some reaction out of the girl. He stood up and moved around his desk, leaning against it with his behind and folding his arms across his white button up shirt.

The woman slowly turned her gaze from some books back to Tony, returning his grin.

"Do you think I did something nefarious to gain my position here, Mr. Ciccone?"

She stood up slowly from her chair, giving him plenty of time to look over her long legs. Then she walked to stand a foot or two in front of him.

It was a bold response, but Tony liked it.

"I really don't know, Miss Felicidad. I mean, how does a girl your age, even with a brain like yours, move so quickly in an office like this?"

"Same as you, I suppose," she responded, her voice like a purr. "Long hours at the office, many many late nights."

Tony stood up from leaning on the desk. Now he was only inches away from her.

"Well I know what I do on those late nights. But what do you do?" he asked. His own voice was deep now, husky with a sudden need.

"Do you really want to know?" she purred at him. "Really?"

A little unsure but willing to take the risk, Tony moved his hand up to her shoulder, just underneath her business jacket, smoothly caressing her shoulder. Then he looked into her blue eyes again.

"I really...really want to know."

Miss Felicidad leaned forward, kissing Tony full on the lips. Her hands snaked behind his neck, playing in his dark hair, tugging at it as she sucked his lips and bit at his dancing tongue. He groaned into her mouth and pulled her jacket off. Once her blouse was exposed, he moved his hands up quickly to her chest. Tony caressed and fondled her huge breasts. They were bigger than he'd suspected, at least a D size cup. He squeezed and rolled them in his hands, then finally tore through her blouse. Some buttons flew around the desk and she pulled away from the kiss, panting.

"Mr. Ciccone! That was an expensive blouse!"

He quickly swiveled with her, leaning her ass against the front edge of his desk, his hands on her hips.

"I'll pay for it," he panted. "I'll pay for it all."

He dropped his hungry mouth to her chest, ripping her bra in the front and pulling it from her lovely round tits. There was so much soft flesh now exposed for his mouth, he couldn't get it all in time. Desperately he moved his lips here and there, drinking in the sweet perfumed skin and lapping his tongue wetly over the nipples. He bit at them, tugged at them, almost tore them most painfully. And all Miss Felicidad did was urge him on more.

"Oh yes! Yes bite them, pull them, oh you beast!"

He squeezed her tits together, wishing he could put his cock between them. One day, maybe he would, but right now he wanted to see her pussy. Tony dropped to the floor of his office, ruthlessly ripping at her skirt. She gasped but didn't stop him. He pushed his face into her red silk underwear, smelling the strong musky scent of her sex just beneath the fine material. Then he looked up at her. She met his grin with an equally mischievous smile. Tony watched her eyes as he ripped her panties from her body and tossed them aside.

She was mostly naked now, some of her clothing hanging from her in shreds. She looked like a victim, his victim. It made him hungry and he began to undo his pants.

"Oh you want me, do you?" She cooed at him, using a hand to sweep all of his important papers from his desk, along with all his pens, paperweights and pictures of his wife and family. "Want this, Mr. Ciccone? Well come and get it..."

She got onto the desk on her hands and knees, glancing at him seductively. He didn't know where to begin; did he jump up on the massive desk and join her? Did he pull her back onto his cock? Or did he put it in her mouth, wrap those lovely plump lips around his dick?

"Sit down, Mr. Ciccone, and take a memo for me," she suggested, pointing to his chair.

Tony dropped his pants and stepped out of them, rounding the desk quickly and sitting in his comfy chair. As he watched, Miss Felicidad turned her back to him. She put first one foot, then the other onto the floor. Levering herself carefully, she made to sit in his lap, facing away from him. Tony gripped his cock, pushing it lower and rubbing it against her hungry wet hole.

"No no," she said, lifting up off of him and looking at him over her shoulder. "You said you wanted to see what I do on these late nights. And that isn't it!"

He waited, confused for a moment. Then she lowered herself again. Tony's cockhead butted against her ass cheeks, and his eyes opened wide.

Were all the women in the world going insane? She wanted him to fuck her ass!

"Help me out here....lover..." she purred again.

Tony quickly grabbed his cock and spread her plump round ass cheeks. Lilah's ass was nothing like this. Miss Felicidad had a curvy bottom, the ass cheeks pushing to grip his cock even as he went beyond them and shoved up towards her hole. Her ass wasn't as tight as Lilah's, he could tell by how easily she took his cock in. But what excited him was the fact that she wanted it so badly. He knew that Lilah secretly cried after each anal session. Didn't matter to him, though. That was her choice, to choose ass fucking instead of real sex. This lady, though, was begging for it. She wanted him to shove it up inside her, and hard.

He slowly stood then, pushing her forward onto the desk. She leaned up on her hands, keeping her ass out towards him. Now he could see what he was doing. Tony thumbed over her asshole while his cock aimed true. Then he reached out to grip her blonde hair. He held it tightly in a fist, forcing her head back as he rammed his dick up inside her ass.

She must not have realized how big he was, she must not have taken a good look before offering herself like this. She squealed in pain at first, startled by the sheer size of Tony's fat cock. Then, even as he thrust faster, deeper, she settled and began to move like a cat, arching her back up and down and pushing her ass harder behind her. Tony pulled her hair tightly, hissing.

"Oh you're such a slut. You're an ass slut! Yeah take my dick, slut. My beautiful ass slut, yes!"

"Fuck me! Fuck me harder!"

He couldn't believe it. She wanted it harder? Tony began to fuck her for all he was worth, pushing his cock as deep into her intestines as he could. His balls were heavy with cum now, but he held back, letting them slap again and again against Miss Felicidad. 

"Oh! Oh I'm going to cum!" she squealed. Tony fucked harder. He was going to cum too.

Finally he exploded, streams of gism shooting up inside the blonde vixen. She pushed harder back against him, surprising him as she orgasmed and went out of control on his desk. It was a good thing she had cleared it earlier.




I Think He Knows



At last, both of the lovers were done, completely satisfied. Miss Felicidad turned and looked at Tony. There was no mistaking the wild and excited look in her eyes.

"So? What do you think?"

He sat down in his chair, breathless, and she joined him, curled up on his chest and toying with one of his sensitive nipples.

"So that's how you got where you are, so fast, huh?"

She nodded.

"You know, there are other things I've wanted to do too."

"Such as?"

"Well," she said, coyly smiling at him.

As she told him, he grinned, wondering about her fantasies. Did he dare? And would Lilah really deny him anything, at this point?

Chapter Four

A few weeks later, Tony was walking up the driveway with Miss Felicidad in tow. He wanted to hold her hand but didn't dare, not so close to home. She had brought a bottle with her, a homemade wine she had purchased at a local market. He loved wine with a passion. She was the perfect lover; she was far from wife material, obviously too independent to marry and have a family with. He had Lilah for that. No, Miss Felicidad was good for other things – many, many other things.

Lilah had made dinner just as he asked, and the table was set for three. He'd told her he was bringing an important business guest by, someone from work he wanted her to meet. He'd made it very clear how important this dinner was, so Lilah was wearing a pretty short sleeved shirt in pink and a pair of designer jeans. Miss Felicidad of course was dressed for work, having come home with Tony after the office closed for the night. Her navy blue suit and crisp white blouse were expensive but Tony still wouldn't care if he had the chance to rip them off her again.

They'd had sex numerous times now, leaving him with next to no energy to tend to Lilah and his plan of keeping her out of another man's arms. He didn't mind though. Eventually he'd get bored of Miss Felicidad, or she'd get bored of him. Then he could get back to getting Lilah pregnant. Hell he could even start tonight, he realized as he let his work partner into his house.

"Lilah?" he called out. His wife came from the kitchen, smiling demurely. "Honey, this is Miss Felicidad – "

"Call me Susan," she said warmly, putting her hand out. Lilah took it and shook it quickly.

"Okay, this is Susan, from work. She's going to have dinner with us tonight."

"I hope that's no inconvenience to you, Mrs. Ciccone."

Lilah smiled brightly. "You can call me Lilah. And no, it's no inconvenience at all. Come, let's sit and eat. Food's getting cold!"

Tony took Susan's bottle of wine and set it on the counter. Lilah came in and shooed him to the table.

"Go entertain your guest, I'll take care of everything here."

"Honey, you're so good to me," he said, kissing her on the cheek. Thinking about his plans for later was getting him excited, and he wanted to get dinner done as quickly as possible.

Soon, the plates were set out and the food was being eaten. Susan was a great conversationalist, and she responded to Tony's chatter with equal amounts of conversation herself. Lilah smiled shyly at the beautiful woman, and Tony wondered if she was intimidated. He could see why she would be. Susan had bigger tits, a bigger ass, and wore make up to make her natural good looks shine. Lilah on the other hand spent her days in a wood shop, and only showered when she came home. She didn't do anything exciting like wear lingerie or put on makeup.

"So I understand you like to work with your hands," Susan said in Lilah's direction.

Oddly, Lilah almost spit out her food. Choking slightly, she drank a few sips of water.

"Yes, I do I guess. Tony says you work with him. I guess you like to work with your mouth instead."

Susan laughed at what Tony thought she might have taken as a rude remark. She sure had a good nature.

"How about that wine?" Tony suggested.

"I'll get it," Lilah said, getting up from the table. Tony followed. He grabbed her by the shoulder once they were out of sight of Lilah at the far end of the table.

"What are you doing?" he whispered angrily. "Listen, behave with this lady or else!"

"Or else what?" Lilah responded boldly. It made him want to smack her. Instead he grimaced and just pointed a finger at her.

"Just watch it. This is a lady from work, a special partner in the firm. Don't fuck around with wiseass remarks tonight."

Then Tony left her and went to join his guest, leaving Lilah smiling in the kitchen as she prepared the bottle of wine.

After dinner, the trio talked around the table about business, then conversation moved to the house Tony had bought for he and Lilah to live in. After a few glasses of wine, Tony was more than willing to show off his home. He only hoped Lilah had straightened it up earlier.

Shyly again, Lilah let Susan into the main bedroom, pushing the door wide. Tony blinked in surprise as he realized that the soft glowing light in the room was from a myriad of candles, each in a mirrored candle holder so that it sent off the maximum amount of light into the room. He looked at Lilah, puzzled and bewildered.

"I kind of thought we would be alone tonight, later on," she said, blushing and looking at Susan.

"Oh Tony, you didn't tell me she was such a romantic!" said the blonde woman, striding right into the room, completely unphased by the sexy and intimate atmosphere of another woman's domain.

"I didn't know," he said softly, rubbing his eyes. He suddenly felt a wave of sleepiness coming over him. Had he had too much wine?

"What a soft bed you have! Come, sit with me on it, Lilah. Tell me more about this wonderful husband of yours." Susan patted the bed next to her and Lilah practically leapt to join her.

"Are you okay, Tony?" Lilah said, looking with concern at her husband.

Tony was leaning against a dresser, still rubbing at his eyes, trying to keep them from closing.

"Yeah, I just need to sit down. You girls chat it up while I just sit and rest." He found a chair in the corner of the room, a soft and luxurious comforter placed over it as if waiting for him. When he sank into it, he found he was more able to keep his eyes open. He watched the two women on the bed with heavy lids.

"You're such a quiet girl, Lilah. And very lovely." Susan was stroking Lilah's thigh. Was she going to go ahead with their plan? It was almost as if Lilah had suspected something like this, considering the way she had set up the bedroom. She'd never done anything romantic for Tony in all their time together, they simply hadn't had the time or motivation for romance.

Now Susan was taking Lilah's hand and putting it on her own thigh. Lilah kept glancing at Tony, maybe to seek his permission. He did his best to give her reassuring smiles in return. How he wanted to see this fantasy of Susan's play out, what guy wouldn't want to watch his own wife getting freaky with a beautiful chick like Susan?

Susan stroked Lilah's cheek and whispered to her quietly, reassuringly. Then she leaned in and kissed the other woman. Tony watched with excitement as Susan's hand took Lilah's and placed it over Susan's breast, squeezing. Then she moved her own hand over Lilah's small tits, firmly rubbing them. She lifted Lilah's shirt as the long wet kissing continued, her hand sliding up under the girl's top. Susan moved her lips to Lilah's neck, and as Lilah's head dropped back, Tony heard her breathing hard. In pleasure!

Every man's ultimate fantasy was about to come true!

Susan stood up and walked over towards Tony. She winked at him, her partner in crime, and he grinned foolishly. The wine must have been too much for him. He wondered for a moment where Susan got it. He'd love to get Lilah feeling like this. Then he could do even more sordid things to his young wife.

Susan began to undress in front of Tony, making a big deal of doing a strip tease for him. His dick was already quite hard in his pants. He licked his lips though, encouraging her.

Soon Susan stood naked in front of Tony's chair. She smiled at him, smoothing her hands over her perfectly curvy body. He struggled to keep his eyes open. Then a pair of hands snaked around Susan's body from behind.

"Lilah?" he tried to whisper.

"Do you think he knows?" Lilah said quietly to Susan.

"Oh he knows, now," Susan said, reaching back to pet Lilah's cheek just over her shoulder. "But don't forget our plan."

Their plan? Tony wondered.

Susan reached down and took Tony by the hand, helping him get out of the chair. Lilah, naked, was behind him, hefting him slightly because suddenly his feet weren't paying attention anymore. He flopped onto the bed and managed to roll over onto his back. Immediately Susan and Lilah were there, undoing his pants and shirt and undressing him hurriedly.

"Well he's sort of hard," Lilah noticed.

"We need him harder. Are you going to do it or am I?"

Lilah smirked. "I'd kind of like to see you do it..."

"Oh you are a vixen!"

Susan got up on the bed and took Tony's dick in her mouth. She slurped and lathered over it. He watched intently, loving how it felt. But what was the plan they had been talking about? Maybe they knew each other. His thoughts were jumbled, incohesive and not full of a lot of sense. Susan's lips tight on his cock sure felt good.

"That'll do," she said, releasing him. "Now get on board."

Lilah seemed to hesitate but Susan kissed her deeply, then stared into her eyes.

"If we want our plan to be completely fulfilled, you need to do this. I already did, you saw the test. Come on, Lilah. This will be your only real chance."

Finally Lilah agreed. Tony watched limply as his wife jumped up on top of him. She opened her legs, straddling his groin. Then she looked at Susan pleadingly. Not about to be dissuaded of their "plan", the blonde woman put one hand on Lilah's ass and the other on Tony's very stiff dick. Then, with her lips kissing down Lilah's stomach, she guided Tony's cock into his wife's pussy.

The girl was wet, very wet. Tony loved how it felt, even if he found it harder and harder to keep his eyes open. He tried to buck upwards, to grind his cock viciously into the pussy wrapped around it, but found himself unable to do so. He was just too weak right now. Damn that wine!

"You're in control now, Lilah. Probably the first time too. So enjoy yourself. It always works better if you enjoy it."

Susan was kneeling next to Lilah now, kissing her deeply, intimately. Tony wondered absurdly if Susan was the secret lover Lilah had, but then his wife was bouncing on his cock and all conscious thoughts of logic and process were out of his little brain. He managed to lift one hand to Lilah's hip, placing the other on Susan's stomach.

"Watch, love," Susan cooed to Lilah. "Watch how much your husband loves my tits!"

Susan lowered her breasts to Tony's face, and he took one in his hand, surprising himself with the strength he suddenly had. He squeezed it and bit at it, trying to chomp and tear it like he had done in the past. He looked up at Lilah, who was riding him like a wild horse. She was watching him with wide eyes, eyes full of lust, as he suckled another woman's tit. It was so exciting, he came on the spot.

Lilah continued to move and Susan moved away from Tony, over to her lover, until she straddled Tony's thighs.

"It'll be better if you cum too, honey," she whispered.

Susan's hands slid down Lilah's stomach from behind. She let one move up to Lilah's tits, going from one to the other. The other free hand slid to the girl's pubis, then a finger disappeared. Tony could feel it stroking his cock, feel it sloshing around in the mix of sex juices right at the spot where he and Lilah joined.

Never in his life had he imagined sex like this, this exact scenario. He'd seen pics, paid to watch girls do this. But never had he imagined it would be him, his wife and the hottest girl at his law firm.

Susan's finger teased over Lilah's clit as she continued to bounce. It tickled at the girl's labia as they wrapped around Tony's steadily softening dick.

"Ohhh! Oh Susan!" Lilah cried out, cumming and writhing.

Susan leaned around Lilah's shaking body, kissing her fully on the lips as she continued to play with the woman's pussy. She stroked and fondled Lilah's cunt, making sure that the girl's spasming cervix sucked up every last drop of cum that it could.

By this time, Tony had passed out. When he woke, he was being rolled onto his stomach. His face met with the soft pillows on his wife's side of the bed. He couldn't move, not a single inch of his body responded to his demands. He found it hard to breathe with his mouth pressed against the down filled cushions and he began to panic.

That was when he felt the beginning of the pricking at the back of his head, at the base of his neck. Something broke the skin there and slowly pushed deep into his neck. A sudden jolt of pain electrified his whole body, and his brain exploded in white lights, dazzling colours splashing over his closed eyes.

The pain subsided after Tony was rolled back onto his backside and the covers of his bed were tucked up around his neck. His eyes rolled back in his head and he passed from this world again.

Chapter Five

Tony's life existed of very few things now. He had no idea what stories the girls told the local authorities, his family or the doctors he saw come in and out of the room. At one point, there was an elongated hospital stay. He had no concept of time anymore and had no idea how long he was there. He only knew that he went to sleep there once and woke up at home. Well, as awake as he could get.

Sometimes, his wife Lilah would come into his room and stare at him, sighing. He watched her eyes looking over his body. Sometimes she would touch his cheek, and other times she stroked his cock. She would collect the cum in a cup and take it away, to do what with, he didn't know. What he did know though was that she was getting fat. Bigger in the stomach. He had succeeded after all – Lilah was pregnant.

Susan was also pregnant, more so than Lilah. Tony figured he was some kind of straight shooter. Susan would also come in, sometimes with Lilah and sometimes alone. When she came in alone, she would pull his covers off, stimulate his cock until it was rock hard, and ride him until he felt bruised. Even after he came, she would continue to ride him, ruthless and demanding.

The times he was most confused were when both Lilah and Susan would come in and get into bed with him, naked. They would lunch over his cock, lathering it up. Then they would take turns fucking him, if he was lucky. Other times they teased him to full readiness, then proceeded to suck and fuck only each other. They would stroke their heavy milk-laden breasts, caress each other's growing abdomens and ignore Tony altogether, as if he wasn't there.

He was their toy. He knew this was truth. Sometimes it wasn't so bad. Other times, it drove him crazy.

But the worst times were when the nurse came in. Tammy was her name and she seemed to be in on the deal. She would receive instructions and medications from the doctors but discard them, obeying only what Susan said for her to do. She was about three hundred pounds heavy, and had greasy mouse brown hair and an acne problem. But the worst thing about Tammy was her sexual appetites. She put both Susan and Lilah to shame. Sometimes Tony thought she'd break his legs, force his hips right out of their sockets. She would suck on his cock like a pig, slurping and making the most disgusting sounds. And then she would strip naked for him, rubbing her pasty white fatty tits in his face or around his cock. He would try to get soft, really fast. She'd just excite him again. He learned to just let things take their natural course.

Tammy loved to ride Tony. When Susan and Lilah went out to dinner or on vacations, as he knew they did, Tammy would spend the night. And she did the most despicable things to Tony. She would use dildos on his ass, and would laugh and say "now you know how it feels!" He knew Lilah and Susan must have told her how ruthless he had been. And he regretted it, how he regretted the things he'd done to get him into this situation. But it never stopped.

Eventually, Lilah and Susan had their babies. A boy for Susan, a girl for Lilah. They came and showed him their bundles of joy, then went about their business. He was ignored except by Tammy for the longest time. She alone kept him company, chattering about the exciting lubricants she had discovered and would use on him. Eventually though, his ladies came back. But they only came back for his cum. As soon as they were pregnant again, they were off. They were milking the Tony train for all he was worth. His body became weak, his strength was failing. How much longer could he last? Would no one rescue him from the vixens, from Tammy?

No. No one would.

One day, years later, Tony opened his eyes to see both the ladies standing in his doorway. Tammy was there, sighing softly and tapping a syringe to get the air bubbles to rise to the surface. He had lost his hearing, he could no longer hear the words the women were obviously speaking.

Some children ran into the room, scurried around chasing each other, then ran out. Lilah went after them and after a moment, Susan followed, giving Tony one final wave and smile.

He blinked. Tammy came closer with the needle. She didn't inject it into his IV tube. Instead, she opened his right eye, really wide. The needle came down carefully, Tammy's steady hand ensuring it didn't shake as it came into contact with his pupil. Tony would have screamed if he could have.

"Do you think he knows?" Lilah asked, outside of Tony's room.

Susan smiled, tousling the hair of one of her three children by Tony as the toddler walked by happily sucking on a lollipop.

"Oh I think he knows now, dear." She hugged Lilah and smiled some more, rubbing the girl's back. It would be good to be free of the burden Tony had become. And no one would suspect a thing. Just like Tony never suspected a thing.



I Think He Sent Me an Angel



I love when you come over in the middle of the night and surprise me. You have no clue how that turns me on so much. How you so gently climb on the bed and spread my legs apart and put your mouth on my pussy. What a way to wake up baby. When you are licking me so sweetly, and oh so thoroughly. Its amazing how well you can lick my pussy. Knowing just where to put your tongue. The way you tease me when you run your tongue up the middle of my cunt until you reach my clit barely flicking it but knowing it drives me insane. Ummm even when you put your fingers into me and pump in and out so slowly while your mouth is on me drives me crazy. I can feel every inch of your finger on the walls of my pussy and your tongue flicking my hard clit. Baby when i beg you to lick my ass and then you stroke your tongue from my asshole to my clit...you have me screaming and begging you for release.But you never let me cum . You love to torture me so much! You love when I am begging you to get me off, screaming at you to fuck me so hard, crying to have you pound your rock hard cock into my dripping wet tight pussy. You never do though. You always keep me on the verge of cumming. How do you do it knowing how hard you are knowing how badly you want your cock in my wet cunt. How do you hold back?

I try and put my own hands on my pussy but you wont let me.You let me just get so close to touching my aching pussy and you grab my hands away slapping them gently. Why do you have to be so strong baby....why do you always do this to me?

You love it when I am tearing your mouth off my pussy and clit and pulling your hips up to meet mine. You know I want you to fuck me so hard and so fast and to feel all 8 inches of your cock pumping deeply inside me. I want to feel every damn inch of you pounding into my tight wet pussy...and you want it to Baby...I know you do...you tell me every time how this is your pussy nobody's going to fuck your pussy...

At this time I always take your cock and rub it between my legs from ass to clit...you love when my juices are dripping down my thigh and onto my clean bed sheets. You always tell me how that turns you on and gets you so excited to know that only you can get me so wet the bed sheets are dripping with my juices. God, baby you make me so HOT! 

I love it even more when you thrust your cock so deep inside me I cry out in pain...I beg you not to go so deep as you pound your 8 inches into my juicy wet hole. The feeling of you bouncing your cock into my cervix is pain and pleasure all rolled into one. I beg you to please slow down and not to hurt me. You look me in my eye and whisper that this is your pussy and you can do what you want and will fuck it as deeply, slowly, quickly and as hard as you like, all the while still fucking me like I'm a whore and mean nothing to you. You are right though, this is your pussy and I would never say no to you or really stop you no matter what you want to do with me. You got it like that and we both know it. 

When you slow down and I put my legs on your shoulders and I watch as your cock moves in and out of my soaking wet pussy I cant help but go over the edge...I cant help it that you make me cum so hard.....and you cant help it when you feel my pussy tighten on your cock and you feel me shooting my cum all around your dick that you shoot your load so deep inside me. I feel it shoot inside and hit every wall of my pussy.....that is so hot baby....I think God sent me an Angel.....remind me later to make you a key....



I Think He Still Loves Me



"Babe, we haven't had sex in forever. We've been married for 3 years, and we still haven't had a baby. Our friends look at us like we're weird, or i'm a prude, or something." She put her hands on the back of his chair by his shoulders. He was facing his computer, away from her, and was completely silent. Not even the clicking of his mouse or keyboard. "I haven't had an orgasm in months. Touching myself doesn't make me feel the way you do. Do you not love me any-".

Turning his swivvel chair around to face her, he grabbed her thin hips and forcefully pulled her onto his lap. She giggled in a nervous way as she saw the hunger in his eyes. He tangled the fingers of his right hand in her messy, chestnut brown, shoulder length hair and pulled her head closer to his, running the tip of his tongue lightly over her bottom lip. She smiled and looked over his shoulder at what he had been doing before he started kissing her passionately. 

"No wonder," she thought. He was watching porn of young asian girls being dominated by large white men. Trying not to be bothered by the fact that he was getting horny off on something that disturbing to her, or the fact that he wanted to watch porn more than have sex with her, she focused on kissing him back.

She put her hands under his t-shirt, running her hands over his 8 pack. He took this as initiative to grab her small ass with his gigantic hands and pull her harder onto his semi-hard dick. She gasped, and she felt him open her lips further with his tongue, and kiss her even more deeply, if possible.

"Take me to our room" were the first words she said.

He stood up from his desk chair, and with his hands still on her ass, and her legs wrapped around him, carried her to their room. Her lips swollen and her eyes closed from the kissing, she was surprised when he threw her on the bed. When she opened her eyes completely, his shirt was coming off. She smiled her flirty smile at him as he started un-buttoning his levi's.

"Undress" he told her.

"Do it for me".

His jeans were still on, but there was a gigantic bulge tenting the front, his dick now as hard as humanly possible. He narrowed his eyes, put his knee on the bed and moved to lay over her. He grabbed the hem on her low cut Hollister top and pulled it over her head. She giggled again at the forcefulness and quickness of his undressing of her. Her white lace bra was gone next. He was an expert at quickly unclasping all of her bras. He then tried to unbutton her jeans, but it was a hard task due to the fact that the jeans were super tight and hip hugging. She laughed, unbuttoned, and pulled off her own jeans before throwing them on the floor.

She immediately moaned when she felt his hot mouth close around her left nipple and pull. His right hand grabbed and kneaded her right boob, pinching and rolling the small circular pink flesh. She moaned louder when he licked and bit lightly at her left nipple, and he moaned.

"Why are your pants still on?"

He grinned around her boob, and shrugged. His jeans were already undone, so she only had to push them down, as well as his briefs. She forgot how big his dick was and her eyes widened. At least 8 inches was pointing hard at her. She knew what he wanted, that was for sure.

He kicked them off when they reached his ankles, and she wrapped her small hand around the head of his cock. 

"Now".

He took his mouth and hands away from her breasts, and looked up her with his adorable puppy dog chestnut brown eyes, glazed over with hunger and lust. He moved up her body, his own hand stroking up and down his hard member. 

She closed her eyes and bit her bottom lip, knowing it would hurt. They hadn't had sex in three months with how much he had been working. 7 am - 9 pm. Then working on his computer the rest of the time. She was beginning to feel like he didn't have love for her anymore, and she forgot the way he felt inside of her. 

Her depressing thoughts were broken as one hard thrust buried his entire 8 inches inside of her. She almost screamed. He noticed she was in pain, and stopped moving inside of her.

After a few seconds, she narrowed her eyes at him. 

"Keep going, baby. I want you so bad. Take me hard and fast. PLEASE".

He began moving. Slowly at first, and then picking up speed. His balls were slapping against her ass, and she wrapped her legs around his waist. He groaned as the position allowed him deeper into her pussy, and he began going even faster. He circled her clit with two of his fingers before pinching it and pulling. She groaned loud, and her breath quickened. She could tell he was about to come because of the way he was moving and groaning, and she told him to roll over onto his back.

He stopped banging into her, and gave her a weird look, but did as he was told. She climbed into his lap again, grabbed his dick, and pushed it into her. It was easy and painless, because of how her juices for spilling out of her like a waterfall. His eyes widened and before she even got to start moving up and down, he grabbed her ass with one hand, her hip with the other, and started thrusting into her faster than ever before. Her toes curled and she screamed as her orgasm rushed over her within ten seconds of him pounding into her. He had a grimace on his face and his own toes were curling. She knew he was about to come as well, and she was well on her way to her second orgasm. 

"I'm about to come babe. I have to come." He started to pull out."Come inside me baby, please. Please." He thrusted back in, and she reached behind her and grabbed his balls.

Within five seconds, at least 10 heavy jets of his cum were spurting inside of her, making her insides warm. She came directly after, screaming into his mouth as they were kissing passionately, tongues entertwining, and lips crushing against eachother.

She was out of breath as his softening dick slid out of her, their combined juices and cum spilling out of her. She fell over onto her back next to him. They smiled lovingly at eachother and she cuddled in his arms.

"I'm staying home from work tomorrow. There's a few new things I want to try with you", her amazing husband told her.



I Think I Can



"I think I can, I think I can," Kate chanted to herself as she dragged her broken body through the pasture by the creek. 

She had ridden off a cliff and both her ankles were shattered. Her shoulder was broken and she was bleeding from numerous cuts where she had slammed into the rocks. She knew if she could just crawl down stream far enough eventually she would find a house or something, anything. The pain was intense. It robbed her of sentience as it throbbed through her. Two thousand yards from where she had fallen, she finally passed out.

Jethro was hunting for elk. He was having no luck at all. He thought he'd go get some fresh water from the little creek he had seen before he went into the woods. As he neared the creek he saw something lying on the ground. At first it just looked like a pile of rags and Jethro swore at the careless assholes who had left their trash in his forest. He knew he had to pick it up. As he got closer to it he heard a tiny, little voice chanting, "I think I can, I think I can." It was coming from the pile of rags. He got off his horse to investigate and that's when he discovered the young girl lying broken and bleeding on the ground.

Jethro was a huge man. He stood about six foot eight or so and weighed close to three hundred pounds. Logging was his profession so he had almost no fat on him. It was all muscle.

He carefully approached the girl and took her hand in one of his mammoth paws. She blinked her eyes and whispered, "Are you an angel? Am I dead?"

"No maam, but you are hurt pretty bad. I'm gonna take you out of here."

He stooped over her and gently picked her up. He got in the saddle and pulled her into his legs. He took her down the mountain as gently as possible. She would groan occasionally so he knew she was hurting pretty badly. He finally came to the ranch house road and walked the horse down it to the house.

"Harry, get your ass out here!" he yelled.

An old man, just as big as Jethro, appeared in the doorway.

"Don't stand there with your eyes popping out. Get over here and help me get her off the horse!"

The two giant men lifted her gently into the house. They made her reasonably comfortable in the bunk room.

Jethro got on the radio and got in touch with air rescue. Presently a helicopter appeared and landed in front of the house. "It's a damned good thing you got to her when you did," the EMT said. "Just a little longer and she would have been dead."

"Where are you taking her?" Jethro asked.

"Valley General in the Spokane Valley," the EMT replied.

"Is she gonna be alright?"

"We'll know when we get to the hospital."

"We don't even know her name," Jethro said.

"We'll radio it to you if and when we find out," the EMT promised.

They loaded her into the helicopter and started the ninety mile flight to the hospital. 

"I sure hope she's all right," Jethro commented.

The next day the radio burped to life. "The name of the girl you found is Katherine Tompkins. She's twenty two. That's all we've got. Oh yeah, the doctors are enthusiastic about her recovery."

"I'm gonna go see her Harry," Jethro announced.

His uncle just smiled and nodded, "I thought you might."

Jethro jumped in his Hummer and headed for Spokane. He finally found Valley General after asking for directions from a policeman. He was an imposing sight as he walked through the doors and up to the reception desk. The receptionist, a small, cute little lady greeted him.

"What can I do for you?" she asked with a smile.

"I'm here to see Katherine Tompkins."

"Yes sir. She's still recovering from surgery. Would you like to talk to her doctor?"

"Yes please."

The receptionist made a phone call, turned to Jethro and said, "The doctor can see you in fifteen minutes. He will come to waiting room number three."

"Thank you, maam. I appreciate your help."

Jethro shuffled his feet nervously in the waiting room. Twenty minutes later an older doctor, graying at the temples, stepped into the room.

"Jethro?" he asked.

"Yes sir." Said Jethro, as he stood up.

"Please come with me sir," the doctor said.

Jethro followed him down a long hall and into an office. The doctor offered his hand. Jethro engulfed it in his.

"I'm Jethro Horn."

"Please have a seat. I am Doctor James. How are you related to Miss Tompkins?"

"I'm not related to her. I'm the one who found her."

"And you want to see her?"

"Yes, that's right."

"We generally don't allow visitors who are not related to the patient, but since she doesn't seem to have any relatives, you can talk to her. Maybe it'll boost her morale a little. She came very close to dying. We just barely got to her in time. Where did you find her?"

"In a meadow in Northern Idaho. She was lying by a little creek. I picked her up, put her on my horse and we went to my ranch and called the helicopter."

"Well, you probably saved her life. Her ankles were shattered, her shoulder was broken and she had a lot of cuts on her arms and legs. She also had a big bump on her head. She lost a lot of blood. It was close."

"I'm glad I was able to help her. When can I see her?"

"As soon as she is out of recovery and awake. You may as well go get something to eat. It'll be a couple of hours."

"Okay, thanks Doc, I'm really glad you could save her."

"There is a Sheriff here who wants to talk to anybody who knows anything about her. I'll give him a call."

"Great! I'm looking forward to it. I'll be back in a couple of hours."

"One other thing. She kept mumbling, I think I can, I think I can. What is that about?'

"Beats me, Doc. She was mumbling the same thing in the meadow too. I'll see you later."

Jethro left the hospital and ate his lunch. He was back in two hours. The sheriff was waiting for him.

"Mr. Horn?" he inquired.

"How did you know it was me?" Jethro asked.

"The Doctor told me to look for the biggest, toughest looking guy I'd ever seen. That's you."

"Okay, how can I help you?"

"We would like to know how Miss Tompkins got into such bad shape."

"I don't know. When I found her she had collapsed in a meadow by a small creek. I figured maybe she was up in the mountains and fell but I don't know that for sure."

"That's pretty much the way we had it figured too. If we come up to where you found her, would you take us to the spot?"

"I would be happy to, the only thing is, you're a Washington officer and I found her in Idaho."

"Oh! Well if you give me directions to your place, I'll get the Idaho troopers to talk to you."

"No problem," replied Jethro.

He gave the officer all the facts he knew and directions to his ranch.

"Thanks for your cooperation," The Sheriff said.

A nurse appeared as the Sheriff departed. "You can see her now. Follow me."

She took him to a room and there lay Kate. She looked tiny. Her face was swollen and she had bandages everywhere. Her ankles were in casts and her shoulder was restrained. She smiled when she saw him.

"I didn't think you were real. I thought an angel had come to take me away," she choked.

Tears bubbled out of her eyes, "If I could move, I'd hug you."

"Don't worry about a thing. We're gonna help you. I won't leave until you are ready to go. Don't you have any family?"

"No, I had a boyfriend named Ralph, but he beat me up and threw me out. That's when I decided to run away. The last thing I remember is going into the woods on my Yamaha. The nest thing I remember is you picking me up and putting me on the horse."

"Where is all your stuff?"

"It's at my boyfriend's house. I don't know how I'll get it back."

"Well, we'll wait until you can get around a little and then we'll go get your stuff."

She smiled at him and her good hand gripped his big paw. She drifted off to sleep holding his hand. Jethro watched her closely. He couldn't tell if she was pretty or not because her entire head was swollen and she had cuts all over her face. He could tell that she was a very small girl. She might weigh a hundred pounds, but it was doubtful. When he thought of all she had been through, a big tear ran down his cheek and splashed onto her hand. He stayed with her all night. As the days rolled on, Jethro stayed with her. Slowly her true beauty emerged from the mass of cuts. The swelling went away. She wasn't a raving beauty but she wasn't a woofer either. 

"How long do you plan on staying with me?" she asked.

"I'll be here until you can navigate by yourself." He declared.

Six weeks later she could walk on crutches. Her shoulder had healed enough so she could use both of her hands. Her ankles were still in casts and would be for a while longer.

They were holding hands one Friday when the Doctor came into the room. "Well, you are good to go. I'm releasing you this afternoon."

She started crying.

"What's wrong honey?" asked Jethro.

"I don't have any place to go. I'll be on the streets," she wept.

"No, no, you're coming with me. I'll take care of you until you can fend for yourself," Jethro said.

She let out a little shriek and started crying even harder.

"What's the matter now?" Jethro gently asked her.

"I didn't know what I was gonna do when they turned me loose. You don't have to take care of me, you know."

"I know that. If I didn't want to do it, I wouldn't have volunteered. Now stop that crying. Everything's gonna be all right."

They took her in a wheelchair to the hospital entrance. Jethro picked her up and carried her to the Hummer.

"Could we stop in Sandpoint and get my stuff?" she asked, still weeping softly.

"No problem babe. I'll be right there with you."

They were off to Sandpoint. She pointed to a little house up on a hill.

"That's it," she told Jethro, "What are you gonna do? Ralph's kind of mean."

"I really hope so. I can't wait to ask him for your things." Jethro smiled.

They pulled up in front of the house. A guy came out the front door.

"Who are you and what do you want?" he shouted.

Jethro got out of the Hummer. "We're gonna get Katie's stuff."

"Bullshit! She left me. She doesn't have any stuff."

Jethro walked slowly toward Ralph. Ralph looked up at him.

"The bigger they come, they harder they fall," Ralph shouted and took a swing at Jethro.

Jethro grabbed him by the throat and hoisted him off the ground. Ralph was dangling and gasping for air.

"I don't think you heard me, you woman beating pussy. I said we're gonna get her stuff. If it means killing your dumb ass, I'll do it."

Jethro slammed Ralph to the ground where he lay in a heap.

"If you get up, I'll show you what an ass whuppin' is all about," Jethro growled in his ear. "You stay right here like a good little dickhead and I might let you live. Come on Katie. Let's get your things."

Katie really didn't have much. Twenty minutes later she was packed and ready. Jethro picked her up in one arm and her suitcase in the other and carried both of them to the Hummer. He walked gingerly over and kicked Ralph's ribs. Two of them snapped. Then he stepped on Ralph's balls, pressing all three hundred pounds onto them. 

"If I ever see your dumb ass again, I'll use your nuts for fish bait," he grinned.

The Hummer pulled out and down the road leaving Ralph moaning and twitching on the lawn.

Katie smiled at Jethro," I didn't know you could be so mean. Thank you. I'll be forever in your debt."

"I'm not mean; I just don't like pencil peckered dickheads who beat up on women, especially pretty, tiny girls like you."

Two months later, Katie was healed. Her ankles were still sore but at least she could walk on them. Jethro had made no move to kick her out and she had no intention of leaving. Jethro was out hunting one day while Katie and Harry sat on the porch watching the world go by.

Katie looked at Harry and said, "I'm in love with Jethro."

"Yeah, I know," replied Harry.

"How did you know? I have been very careful to hide it."

"Well, it's pretty obvious from the way you look at him. You follow him around like a puppy. You blush when you see him."

"Oh no! Does he know?"

"No, but he's in love with you, too!"

"But he hasn't said anything. How do you know that?"

"He told me."

"Why hasn't he made a move on me?"

"He's so big and you're so small he's afraid he'll scare you."

"What am I gonna do?"

"First of all, you are talking to the wrong person. I ain't Jethro. Just tell him."

"I don't think I can."

"Well, he won't tell you. He's a big tough guy but when he's around you he's like a butter pat in the summer sun. There is no way he would take a chance on hurting you."

"As soon as he gets back I think I'll just confess. Oh god, I hope you're right. I don't want to lose that big lug."

Jethro returned in the early evening. He was dragging the remains of a Yamaha motorcycle.

"That's my bike," Katie exclaimed. "Where did you find it?"

"You rode it off a forty foot cliff. You're lucky you weren't killed in the crash."

"Jethro, we have to talk," Katie nervously announced.

Jethro's heart sank. She's gonna leave, he thought.

"Come on inside," she said as she entered the ranch house.

"Come over here and sit down please."

Jethro walked to the couch with his head hung low. This is it, he sadly said to himself. He sat beside her and looked into the face of the woman he loved.

"Jethro, I've been living up here since I got out of the hospital. As time has gone by, I've fallen in love with you. I was a little scared at first, but I know that this is true love, not just gratitude. I love you!"

Jethro's heart did a triple flip. "What did you say?" he asked incredulously.

"I said I love you. I don't care if you love me or not. I just want to stay here and love you."

Jethro flipped her into the air. She landed on his lap. When she did, he tenderly kissed her lips. He buried his face in her hair.

"Thank god! I thought you were writing me off. I've been in love with you for a long, long time."

His big arms engulfed her. She pulled his head down to her and started a lover's kiss. Harry walked through the door.

"You told him, huh?"

"Yes I did and I'm so glad. He's mine. I love him."

"You guys need a bigger bed. I think I'll go shopping for one in Spokane for a couple of days." Harry whistled a happy tune as he got into his four wheel drive GMC and headed down the road.

"Okay now, what are we gonna do about this love thing?" Jethro asked.

"Well, we're gonna do what people in love do. We're gonna get married and mix up a batch of kids."

"I'm gonna be a daddy!" 

"If you're gonna be a daddy, first you've got to be a lover," she smiled.

Jethro picked her up and carried her to his bunk. He looked her over carefully.

"Are sure you didn't bump your head again? This all seems to be too good to be true."

"The only thing I'm gonna bump is you! Get these clothes off me!"

Jethro fumbles with her blouse. He gave it a good try but he couldn't do it.

"What's the matter? Did you change your mind already?" she asked.

"No my fingers are too big for these little buttons. I can't get them undone."

"I guess I'll have to help you with everything," she grinned.

She did a slow strip for him, making sure he got a good look at all of her. Finally she stood nude and unashamed before him. 

"Oh baby, you're so fine. How did I ever get this lucky?"

"Well, haven't gotten lucky yet. Here, let me help you get your clothes off."

She unbuttoned his shirt and unbuckled his belt. She pulled his undershirt off over his head and stared at the huge lump in his boxers.

"Oh Lord, what have I done?" she murmured.

Pulling his boxers all the way off, her eyes popped out at the sight of his magnificent cock.

"It's beautiful, but it's so big. I don't think it'll fit," she commented and wrapped her little hands around it. 

"You don't have to do this you know. We could just sleep together."

"Yeah, right." She held it in her hands and dipped her lips to it. A good portion of it disappeared into her mouth. She pulled it out. 

"I think I can, I think I can," she chanted

"What's up with that? You were chanting that when I found you, in the hospital and everywhere."

"Do you remember that childhood story about the little engine that could? Well whenever I get into an impossible spot, like this one for instance, I chant that little phrase and it always gets me out of trouble. Now, we're gonna see if it works on you."

He hugged her tiny body into his big hairy one. His lips sought hers and they played with each others tongues until they were both panting like dogs. She could feel his hard cock brushing her legs. She had to have it. He lay back on the bunk and she straddled his hips.

"Move your little pussy up here where I can lick it," Jethro mumbled.

Katie slid up his chest and planted her pussy right on his lips. His tongue snaked out and licked her slit. She tasted good! He sucked her clit into his lips and rapidly licked it. He had to hold her hard into his mouth. Her pussy was getting very wet inside from her natural juices and very wet outside from Jethro's tongue. He felt her starting to drip on his chin.

"Let's give it a try lover," he whispered.

Katie slid down his body until she felt the tip of his cock rub across her opening. She pushed herself up a little and started to engulf his dick into her vagina. The further he went, the better it felt. Finally he bottomed out. She screamed a little when he crashed into her cervix. He started to pick her up, thinking she might be hurt.

"No, no, leave it in me. I've never felt this way before. I'm completely stuffed with cock. Girls have dreams about this kind of stuff. It's so good!" she exclaimed and started to bounce up and down on Jethro's pole.

"I've never had my dick in anything so tight," cried Jethro. His hips punched off the bunk. 

"Oh yeah, give it all to me!" Katie cried. "Shoot your juice deep inside of me. I want to feel your hot cum splashing into me. Oh, I love you so!"

Jethro could only grunt as he got closer and closer to climax. Katie was squealing and screaming. He felt her tighten even more on his cock. Her pussy massaged him. His cock swelled up and he released a savage cry as he pumped her full. She was still twitching on top of him. He had almost ripped the sheet off the bed when he came. His toes were still curled and he was sweating lightly. She was beyond a doubt the best pussy he had ever had and he was really happy that he was going to own it soon. She was quivering on him, his shaft still impaling her. She was sobbing softly.

"What's the matter baby? You are the best pussys in the world and I'll want to make love to you all day, every day," he complimented her.

She looked into his eyes and saw pure love.

"I thought I could, I thought I could," she replied.