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My Pony

By: Maximumtest



You asked to become my pet, my slave. But do you know what that truly means? I hope so. I could love you like none other has ever loved you, but I also will possess you as no one has ever possessed you. I want you for mine, always, by my side, at my feet, when I casually reach down I want you to be there waiting for my every command. I want to look into your eyes and see the submission reflected there, the shadow of your desire flickering in the depths of your dark eyes with my every touch. To feel your flesh quiver beneath my hand whenever I touch you. To make you mine...always mine.

I want to strip you naked before me and watch the play of your muscles as I run my hand down your back to your buttocks and down each leg...a gentle loving caress. Rub my body against you and hear the catch in your breath as my soft warm breasts stroke you. Nuzzle you with my soft cheek, letting the long tresses of my fiery red hair trail down your shoulders and back as my cheek brands you, kissing softly down the centre of your back to your lower back just above your waist and then licking straight up to the back of your neck, biting the back of your neck while my soft growls fill your ears. 

I want to reach around and pull you back against me as I hold you captive in my jaws, trail my hands down your belly and touch you lightly with my nails. Feeling the shudders ripple through you I would curl my fingers around your cock and stroke you ever so gently, barely gripping you, enjoying the satiny feel of your flesh in my hand. I know you would struggle some, and your moans of pleasure would be the sweetest sonata, not even Mozart or Beethoven could write such beautiful music as that which you make in your pleasure.

I would step back and look at you watching you struggle with the feelings and sensations and then walk in front of you and run my piercing gaze over your body noting every flex of muscle, every heaving pant, every throb of your cock. Slowly I would peel off my panties and stand there before you and slide one finger between my shaven lips and let you watch me finger myself. As my juices began to flow I would step close and remove my finger from my pussy and slowly lick it off and then kiss you, letting you taste me in the kiss, the sweetness of my mouth amplifying the salty sweetness of my juices. 

I would look into your eyes and see the desire and longing reflected there, it fuels my arousal and I can feel the tightening inside me as I become even wetter. Your eyes would roam over my body and as I stepped away from you I know you would see the glistening moisture staining my thighs. As much as I love those beautiful eyes of yours I don't want you distracted and so I come back to you with a blindfold in my hand. Lined with the softest silk and covered on the outside by black leather I slip it over your head and fasten it securely behind your head. My hand lingers on your head and I pull your head forward and press my lips against yours harshly, bruising your lips on my teeth before my tongue slips into your mouth and begins stroking your mouth and tongue in and out with suggestive rhythm. 

I love the way you taste but I also know that you would be straining to hold yourself in check and I do not want to punish you for misbehaving, at least, not yet. I break off the kiss and step away from you, I can sense the tension and slight fear at losing your sight. I walk away and you can hear my feet on the floor as I walk away and then back to you and a cool soft piece of thick leather slips around your neck and you can feel me tighten it and fasten a collar around your neck holding your head up. I like the way you look, so helpless before me.

I then take your hands and pull them behind you and fasten a pair of thick leather cuffs around your wrists, a long chain falls from each one and the cold metal swings against your buttocks and thighs. I take the chain and pull it up your body and across your back and shoulders as I fasten each chain to the rings on the collar pulling your wrists up and your head back holding you immobile. I love the way you tremble as I run my hands over you, tugging on the chains and forcing your head back further then releasing them and watching the relief run through you. 

I move in front of you and you can feel the heat of my body against yours as I grasp the thick ring of the collar and tug you forward, you stumble blindly at first and then carefully follow me your steps so unsure and I know that you feel completely helpless as you have to rely upon me to guide you safely wherever it is I am taking you. I stop and push you forward until the cool hard wooden surface of a table bumps against your thighs and I pull the collar down causing you to have to bend carefully forward and rest your weight on the cold tabletop. My hands move down your backside and caress your ass cheeks softly and my hands grip them and squeeze them before spreading them wide. 

You feel a cold chill as I drip some lubricant over your exposed asshole and then jump as I slide a finger in you. So tight, I can feel you try to resist and I stroke your back with my free hand to relax you. Still my finger probes your asshole, sliding it in deeper and curling my finger inside you, letting you feel me invade you. Then you feel my finger slip out and two fingers are inserted, stretching you more. You are shuddering against this invasion and I know sounds of protest are on your lips. You know you can't stop me from taking you this way, bent over a table, blind and bound. I want to take you right then and there and fuck you, but I too must exert restraint and I merely withdraw my fingers and pat you on the back softly. You relax then, the tension not as fierce but as your ass cheeks are spread once more you tense again and a slight whimper escapes your lips. 

You feel pressure against the tight ring of your asshole and you shift trying to escape. "hush pet, relax" my words ever so soft caress your ears and you hold still again. I know you are afraid but I also know that you want to please me and I know that I can have my way with you. I increase the pressure and your asshole opens slowly to accept the butt plug that I am seeking to insert into you. It is rather large and heavy and you can feel hairs stroking your thighs and buttocks as it slides in more. The base so wide it stretches you and you whimper again, almost crying out at the slight pain, but it is fleeting as your asshole slips over the wide base and snaps securely around the narrowed neck. Now you can feel it, a tail, long and full, falling to your knees. Each movement causes it to slap against you, tickling your sensitive skin. Your ass is full and heavy and you shift in discomfort trying to adjust.

I stroke you softly murmuring sweet nothings to you, soothing you with voice and hand until you calm once more. I can see the fine sheen of sweat on your flesh and I wipe your face gently with a cool cloth to refresh you. I know this is hard for you, and you are being so good. 

I grasp your collar again and lead you once more across the room. Your blindfold makes the trip seem like hours instead of minutes as you fear falling with each step, and the tail slaps against your thighs. I stop you and run my hands down your arms and legs, touching you to reassure you. I lean down and kiss your lips softly and flick the stud of my tongue ring against your lips. I can see your arousal and I can't help but to touch it. Grasping your hard cock in my hand and feeling the throbbing hardness. 

I release your cock and pull the blindfold from your eyes, smiling at you and the I reach into a box and pull out a mass of leather straps. Carefully I straighten them and before you can do anything I slip them over your head, a round rubber bit rests against your lips and I press it into your mouth securing it behind your teeth and then fasten the buckles of the bridle behind your head. 

My pony, so lovely and restrained. At my beck and call to do with what I want. My smile is bright and my eyes are shining as I walk around you, gazing at you. Such sweetness and beauty.  So many things I can now do....

If you liked or didn't like this short story please let me know.

My Pony



It's always too long between sessions for us.  I may be reconciled to that, but it doesn't make it any easier for me.  There are others that I play with (as you know, I like teasing you with the knowledge), but you are the only person that I indulge in pony play with.  It's not that no-one else would allow me to harness them.  There are very few submissives that would deny me what I ask for.  But I don't want pony play with them, I want it with you.

In the last few minutes before you arrive, I'm shaking and wet.  And then the doorbell goes and - bam - I'm not shaking any more.  Wet, sure.  Excited, certainly.  And a little angry.  

I press the door buzzer and you're in.  Open the door to my apartment, standing slightly behind the door as you come inside.  You're in your usual fuck off world clothes, looking, despite your age, like a student.  Taller than me, thinner than me (much), blonde hair too long for fashion, blue eyes.  All cheekbones and chin, hard angles in your face and body.  All bone and muscle and bodily denial.  The contrast is delicious, of course.  When you're here, it's not about denial - unless it's about teasing and denial.  

We hold onto each other for long enough for the pounding in my heart to ease a little.  Always too long between sessions, you know that.  Sometimes it's because you're too busy.  Sometimes it's because you're trying to stay away.  Sometimes because it's the control that you get to exercise.  But you're here now.

I'm as tall as you in my boots.  Laced up over my pvc catsuit, made to measure to ease over my hips, to hug my arse and show off my breasts.  I love it, it heats me up just to put it on.  My long hair is down, down to the middle of my back.  

I'm torn, wanting to talk to you, to find out everything that's happened to you since I last saw you.  But there's something more urgent that I have to do.  Both my hands in your hair, inhaling your scent.  You go very still.  I'm kissing your lips, hard, still it's not enough.  My hands tug your hair, down, and you go on your knees quickly.  I want to come, how I want to come, but I want to tease you first.  

"Clothes off"

Still on your knees, you tug off that disreputable t shirt, slide off your shoes and trousers.  Nothing on underneath, ever.  Almost a pity, sometimes I could enjoy another layer.  But now you're naked and on my floor and very still.  

"Say hello properly, slut", I growl.

Of course, I haven't defined what properly is.  Is it kisses on those boots, or on the zip that covers my clit, that I'm almost desperate to unzip already?  You settle for the boots, but make sure to rub against me, your shining blonde hair against the black of my catsuit.  Beautiful.  My hands go back into that hair, holding you still again.

"Come with me"

I tug you after me into my room, up onto the bed.  On all fours.  

"That's better, that's how you should be for me.  Naked and on all fours.  Although now you need to be harnessed."

Pony play.

You seem to enjoy it almost as much as me, if that's possible.  I've asked you why, before.  You tell me it's because of the humiliating way you're dressed, as well as the tail and the arse fucking that you get.

I know that I just love pushing that tail in.  As soon as my fingers start rubbing gently on your arsehole, your cock starts dripping.  

I've laid everything out on the bed.  Your own catsuit, no sleeves so I can see your arms and feel the strength in them.  All those useful zips too ... the tail of course.  A large butt plug with a long horsehair tail, real horsehair I might add.  A chest harness, with buckles and straps to easily restrain you.  And a gorgeous bridle, with a leather blindfold built in.

I want you in the catsuit, but first I have to play with your arse just a little.  My hands are dripping in lube already, my right middle finger rubbing against your arsehole and you're moving, just slightly back against me.

"Eager, are we slut?"

I know that you enjoy being verbally humiliated and teased as much as you enjoy the physical humiliation of the pony gear.  And of course, the physical pleasure of the stimulation.  One finger pushed into your arse, moving slightly.  I want to use a vibe on you, use my fist on you.  I want all sorts of things, but today it's pony play and that's what I have to focus on.  Focus.  Right.  Deep breath.  Take the finger out.

"Turn over and lie on your back, slut, show me that dripping cock."

You quickly turn and lie back down, legs down off the bed, hands down by your side.  Eyes shut.  

"I said, show my that dripping cock, hurry up and play with it for me."

Oh, just a touch of colour in your face at that.  I love making you play with your cock, love that there is something that embarrasses you just a little.  

"Hurry up slut, it should be hard already, as well as wet.  It's just pathetic now."

Mmmm, loved that reaction.  Your hand starts stroking your cock, it does get harder.

"Stop it."

You stop immediately, letting your cock bounce away from your hand.  I pick up the thin rope I have on the bed and trail it up your thigh.  

"As your cock is completely useless to me, time to get it out of the way before I harness you."

Tightly around your ball, around the base of your cock.  I know you're better at this, I could ask you to arrive like this (and I do enjoy that too, knowing the anticipation it adds for you).  But sometimes I too like to play with your cock - and it's the only real pain I get to inflict with you.  

Your cock is starting to get red.  By the time we've finished it will be purple and swollen and sore.  If I could scratch my name on it I would.  If I could brand or tattoo your arse with my mark, I would.  Sometimes I want to hurt you so badly I have to step away.  

Pull you back upright, turn you around to face the bed, my tongue in your ear, yanking you back just a little off balance.

"Get dressed slut.  I want to see you in that catsuit.  And leave the zips a little undone when you're finished."

Standing back, leaning against the wall, watching the catsuit go on.  It's tight of course - not that you mind that - and against your hair and pale skin, it looks amazing.  It makes you look like the fetish player you are.  When you're done, I push you roughly back onto the bed, back on all fours again.  

Before I do anything else, the collar.  High necked, black with blue to match your eyes.  Locked on.  Hands full of that luscious hair as I adjust it, my breath ragged in your ear again.  I want you so badly now it hurts.

Back behind you again, and my fingers start playing with your arse again, opening you up enough for the plug.  Not too much, I want the plug to hurt a little going in, to make you feel full.  Three fingers.  Your cock is dripping again no doubt, encased in pvc and tightly bound as it is.  You are moving back on my hand again, I love it.  Lubing up the plug with my other hand, then pulling out my fingers.  You know what's coming now.  The plug starts to go in, you push back against it.  It slips in almost quickly, and once it's in, I tap it, jerk it just a little, to make you move.  Smooth out the tail, zip the zips together almost closed.  Beautiful.

Chest harness on quickly, fumbling a little now.  I know it's almost time for me to come and can't concentrate until after that's happened.  You know it too.  I'm in front of you, my breasts in your face.

"Like that, slut?  Want to touch me?"

yes, miss, you say quietly.  Mmm, yum.  I bend back down and say softly not yet, slut, you haven't earned anything yet, you'll have to wait.  You need to be teased, you crave it.

I want the bridle on you, just for a little while.  It's too much to keep on for too long - apart from how it feels for you, I enjoy your mouth far too much to keep it full of rubber for long.  On it goes, buckled around your head.

A final touch.  Leather straps around your thighs, red strap on dildo attached.  Like an erect pony.  If a pony was dressed in pvc and had its own cock tied up, that is.  You look ridiculous, pathetic, laughable.  You look gorgeous and fuckable and vulnerable.  When I come at night before I go to sleep, this is the image in my head.

"Down off the bed."

I tug on the reins, carefully bring you down off the bed.  Go down on my knees beside you.  

"Do you want to please me pony?"

You grunt behind your bit and bridle and push your head against me, rub your body against mine.  You know that I like this and you do it over and over.  

My clit is swollen and hot by now, my cunt is like an aching bruise.  I can't wait for much longer.  With you on all fours, I straddle you, push my pvc encased body against you.  I know that you're stronger than you look, but I'm too self conscious about my own size to let you carry me like this.  But as soon as I'm in place, you move, slowly forward.  I don't let you go far, you are blindfolded after all.  But I do like being carried.

"Stop,"

You stop immediately and stand there on all fours, head a little down.  I reach behind and tug at that plug, just a little.  Time to take the bridle off.  I know you like it, but I need your mouth back.

"I'm taking off the bridle now.  I'll put it back on when I fuck you, but now it's time for you to please me. Do you want to please me now?"

yes miss, please let me.  

Bridle is off, I'm guiding you back to the bed, sitting down, with you on all fours at my feet.

"Up on your knees"

You're up, hands at your sides.  

"Open your eyes for me"

Eyes open, your face a little dazed - that's the effect of the bridle - and I'm zipping my catsuit open a little more, leaning forward to put my breasts into your face.

"Please me slut"

Your tongue on my nipples straight away, a hint of teeth and then more than a hint, you're sucking and I'm moaning already.  

"You can use your hands too slut"

I'm hopeless really.  I get so distracted at the thought of coming myself.  What I should really be doing now is pushing your face down into the carpet, one boot on your back, calling you a useless slut, making fun of you.  But all I want to do right now is come.  After I do I'll be able to think of what you need again.

And you have told me over and over again about how much you like to make me come, after all ...

Decision made.

"Unzip me, lick my clit, make me come slut, quickly."

Instantly your hands are on the zipper, undoing it, tipping my pelvis forward and pulling me into your mouth.  You're so good at this, you know exactly what will make me come.  My hands are already balling up the sheets, and I grasp your arm, one of your hands comes up to hold mine, hard.  

I hold off as long as I can, I want to make you work for it.  But it's not long before all my muscles go into meltdown, my clit feels like it's going to explode.  I come, hard, making noises I can hardly believe.  You don't stop of course, you know I can come over and over and your tongue is already licking up my come and seeking more.  Sucking on my clit, just a little, both your hands keeping mine in place now.  So good.  I'm coming again.

I have to have your fingers in my cunt, now.  Which I tell you, gasping a little, while you tug one of your hands out of mine and start pushing your fingers in, twisting slightly.  I don't know what the hell you're doing, have tried to explain it to others with absolutely no success.  It sets me off instantly, my body starts shaking as I come this time.  It hurts and I love it.  You keep going, I know you'll keep going until I tell you to stop.  Even when I do, I have to grab your hair and pull your head up to stop you, you are completely lost in the sensations yourself by now.  

"Stop, stop", I'm panting now.  

You've said before that you would be happy if that's all you did, for hours on end.  Make me come.  It seems a little unfair, particularly as you're the one dressed as a pony, with a plug in your arse.  Surely you deserve some fun - but you assure me that you love doing this.  Good.  We're both happy.

But now I need to get some reactions from you and I know the best way to do that.  

"Time for you to get fucked now.  Would you like that?"

yes miss.

"Yes miss, what?"

whatever you want, miss.

"That's a pathetic response slut.  Do you want to be tied up on the hook outside and be fucked?"

yes miss.

At least I heard the excitement in your voice that time.  It's so hard to make you lose your cool, that's why I try to do it every time.  

"Well, then, slut, you'd better put the dildo inside me if that's going to happen."

We both enjoy this one, although I do have to hold it on with one hand once I get really excited.  Well, hold it in, that is.  One of those ones with a plug inside my cunt.

You pick it up, ready to put it in, but I take it out of your hand and push the plug end into your mouth.  You're sucking and looking up at me out of those eyes and all I can think of is grabbing someone else's cock and shoving it in your mouth too.  Soon.  

Back to this moment, I pull the dildo out and hand it to you, telling you to put it in me, ready to fuck you.  You push it in steadily, big enough to give me another jolt.  As soon as it's finished, I push your head down onto it again.

"Suck it slut, it's the only extra lube you're going to get for that dirty whorish arse of yours."

You slurp up and down the cock, concentrating now.  Gorgeous.  I can't wait any longer.  I grab your hair to stop you again, push you back down on all fours.

Buckle your bridle back on, wish I could see your cock right now, bet it's dripping.  You know this means you're going to get fucked hard, up on the hook outside on my terrace.  I'm pulling you by your head, my hand in your hair as I half drag you forward, out through the doors, then up to your feet.  My heels still on, I'm the right height for this.  

I've looped a piece of rope off the hook and now I tell you to hold onto it.

"You don't need to be tied up for this do you pony?  I think you want to be fucked, don't you?"

You half grunt / half moan and push your arse back into me.  Clearly you do want to be fucked.  

I grab the base of the plug and slowly pull it out.  I've already lubed up the cock properly of course, dry fucking you is no fun for either of us, so it's easy for me to press it against your arse and push it in.  I start pushing forward and back, a little raggedly because after all, this feels so good for me.  I'm talking to you, murmuring filth into your ear and you're leaning back against me, that's right, and I come again, so hard I can hardly stand up, my legs shaking and muscles spasming.  You're still holding onto the hook as I pull the dildo out of myself and slam it back into you.  I can hear you moaning in pain, but you're not clicking your fingers or trying to stop me, so I don't stop.  Your body is really moving now and I know that you want to come, but you're not coming like this.  Not this time.

I stop, leaving the dildo in your arse, telling you again how ridiculous you look, reminding you (again) how fuckable you are.  Tell you to bring your arms down from the hook, march you back inside the house, occasionally (and roughly) pushing the dildo back inside you.

Pull the bridle off.

"Have you come yet slut?"

no miss

"Do you want to?"

yes miss, please, please, yes

"What would make you come now slut?"

please, touch me, touch my balls, squeeze them hard, please keep fucking me

I'm pulling off the strap on that I didn't get to use this time, then ripping the zippers open to get at your cock.  It's so sore looking, so swollen, covered in pre-come.  You smell of sweat and come, and as I unzip you, I keep playing with the dildo in your arse.

miss, i'm going to come, miss

I stop.  I don't want you to come like that.

Actually, who am I kidding, I do.  Just a bit slower.

"You could really come just from that dildo in your arse?  You're such an arse slut that you don't even need me to touch your cock or balls?"

yes, miss ... falteringly now.  

"So if I keep doing this, you'll come?"

I'm pushing the dildo back into you now, pushing you back on the bed, your legs back and tucked over my shoulders, my body pressing down on you.  I'm not touching your cock, I can see it sore and weeping and dark purple now, but I'm still fucking you and you're saying, miss, miss, miss ... 

And you make this noise that I love, you've come, from being fucked in the arse, it's despairing and amazed at the same time.  

And we're both happy.



My Pony is Trained



We'd talked before about training. You wanted to be trained to come on command, to stand and submit for me in front of an audience. And I want everything to do with pony play, including harnessing you to a horse and cart and taking you shopping. No, really. At any rate, you enjoy pony play, you sought it out, sent me teasing texts asking for more, signing yourself "pony." And so my ever fertile imagination began to explore ways that I could take you further into that fantasy.

In our relatively small city, there is no great fetish scene. No fabulous pony groups to join. So if I was going to set up my stable, it would be something I would need to do on my own. Starting with a companion or two for you.

You like to play with others. I hate it. I love it. 

I hate it when you play with others in front of me. You belong to me, this is the one place that you do, I hate other people touching you, hate it when you react to their touch. Want to whip them away from you and throw them from my house. Hate it that you want it to happen, that I am not enough for you.

I love it when you play with others. You compete for my attention, you arch your back like a little cat in heat when I stroke you, you are more obedient, more submissive, more abandoned. I can be as cruel as I like to you and know that I will not lose control, because there is someone else there, a built in safety mechanism to prevent me doing or saying something that will damage you.

Yes, I'm conflicted. You're used to that. I've seen you with a few girls now. That stupid blonde slut, a brunette or two. But I've never played with another boy with you. Another thing we've talked about. You're not particularly interested in boys, except as a means to an end -- for your own pleasure. For that reason, and of course for my viewing pleasure, I look forward to seeing you with a cock in your mouth and arse. I will not introduce a dominant male to this relationship. Apart from the fact that I don't know any (grin). But a submissive or a switch, yes. 

So I start the search. This city is small, but it's full of men and there is a great scarcity of dominant women. And very few who enjoy play the way I do.

And when I look at their profiles and read their pleading emails, I think of you. I need to control this process, otherwise I'd have you in front of a computer picking someone now. Should it be the tall, strong, tattooed switch? The smooth muscular brunette with the pretty face? Do I want to make you jealous, uncertain of your place, intimidated by their size?

Not really. You know very well I'm not really interested in anyone else, except as a toy. But I do like to fuck with your mind occasionally. A day comes along, like any other that you are free. For a nice change, you give me enough notice to make a phone call to someone who hastily cancels everything in their diary and "goes home sick." 

You're at my door, it's been a while and you know that I want pony play, as do you. You ring the bell then hurry to my door. By the time I open my apartment door, you're kneeling outside it, head down.

"Come in slut -- or should that be pony?" You're inside and rubbing your body against my legs and I know the answer. Pony. You're trembling, just slightly and I hope that it's been a while since you came. I want this to be spectacular, so that you'll do it again. 

"Into the bedroom, come on then."

I've laid your gear out, the catsuit, the groin harness with strap on attached, the bit and bridle with its blindfold. Another blindfold sits beside it, there will be a time very soon when I want your mouth accessible but your eyes hidden. 

"Strip."

Your clothes come straight off, then I'm pulling you up onto the bed, on all fours, the perfect height as I lean forward against you. My hands start to roam around your arse, cock and balls, lightly teasing. Your cock is already dripping of course and as I pull just a little on your balls, you push your arse back towards me. It's very tempting to push your head down and use that strap on on you, now, myself, but I have something else in mind today.

Before I start anything -- and while I'm teasing you -- I have to ask you if you're ready for this. I could just assume that you really mean it when you say you'll do anything I ask, but I know all too well that's not been tested. After all, it's hardly a torture for you to lick some slut's cunt for me, or tie them up while I use my crop on them. In fact, I'd say that you probably enjoy it more than I do (see conflicted above). But this is different, I know you enjoy anything sexual, but a cock in your mouth and arse is not something you seek by choice.

"Pony, I plan to have someone else join us today."

You go very still. I'm not sure if it's the stillness of fear or excitement, but you're ungagged and unrestrained and you have the choice to go.

"If you don't wish this to happen, you need to tell me now. If you don't tell me anything, I will assume that you are ok with this."

Still silent.

"I will look after you, very carefully."

yes miss. A quiet assent, all I could ask. I'm melting into a puddle myself now.

"Do you remember your safe word? Will you promise me that you will use it if you need to? And if you can't talk, you will click your fingers?"

yes miss.

I feel between your legs, just in case. Your cock is soft but so wet. You may be scared -- of course I hope that you are, just a little -- but you're still aroused.

"Good. Today you will be wearing a blindfold. The person is no-one that you know, but someone that you may be playing with in future. He wants to be a pony one day."

Oh, that got a reaction. You turn around towards me and push your body against mine a little frantically. While I know that you are very aware of how important you are to me, I think the thought of my having another male pony has shocked you a little.

"Only if you want it pony, I thought you might want company sometimes. I'm looking at female ponies too, so don't be worried. You are always the one that I want."

Kissing you now, biting your lips, putting my fingers in your mouth as I drag your head back by the hair and bite your ear lobe, just hard enough to make you make a noise. I drag myself back to control like I'm dragging my oversexed sports car out of a spin. Gentle. I must be gentle.

I fucking hate being gentle. I console myself with the thought that the slut who is at this very moment speeding towards my place is enough of a pain slut for me to get rid of significant frustration this afternoon. And there's the other way of course. 

"Pony, put your catsuit and strap on harness on, leave the zips undone so that I can put your tail in. And do it slowly for me, I want to enjoy the view."

You're complying and blushing at the same time. Being fucked in the arse with my fist doesn't make you blush -- except with excitement -- but being asked to dress for me does. I love the demented way that your mind works sometimes. 

"Pony, I want you to find a pair of high heeled boots that fit and tell me what size they are and where I can buy them for you. The next time I see you like this, I want you properly shod." yes miss. 

Yum. You've finished dressing and stand in front of me, looking delightfully depraved. 

"On your hands and knees again. Actually, head on the bed, use your hands to present your arse to me properly."

Might as well remind you of what's going to happen very soon. I know that I have 15 minutes before that bell rings and at least 10 of those need to involve your tongue on my clit. Perfect view, really. 

"Pony, I'm going to take a photo of this, I can't resist it. No-one can see your face, I'll be the only person that enjoys this and I will show you the photos before you go home."

You say nothing. My camera is beside the bed, set to monochrome, to take advantage of that pale skin and black pvc, your hands opening yourself up for me. Gorgeous. I have to put the camera down and put my fingers in your arse, now. Lube on my fingers, one goes in. I'm murmuring to you about your gorgeous arse and how well trained it's becoming and as a second finger goes in, you push back slightly. A third finger, moving a little now, your hands still holding your arse cheeks apart, as your body moves back on those fingers, just a little. 

I could do this all day, or use my fist, or just fuck you myself, but my time is running out. I need you plugged and harnessed and blindfolded. I lube up your tail and push the plug in carefully. Plenty of lube, the plug goes in easily. 

"A very well trained arse indeed, good thing too, considering it will be filled with cock today. Just like this pretty mouth."

I'm in front of you now, hands in your hair, you're nuzzling me and I so want you to make me come, but I have decided on a better way for you to do that today. Bit and bridle on now, admiring how you look. 

"Pony, you may have noticed that I haven't had a chance to come and your mouth is full. Will I have to get someone else to please me?"

Oh, that got a groan and a headshake. I'm only meaning to tease you, I have no intention of letting anyone else please me, but you're pushing your face, bridle and all, into my groin and making a gorgeous helpless sound. Then your hands are on the zips to my catsuit.

"No. You don't have permission to do that!"

I sound outraged. I am and I'm not. I love it when you are overcome and I know how much you like to please me, how much you enjoy the fact that you can make me come faster, harder and more often than anyone else. But you know better than to do something like that and this game only works if you subsume your strength for me. You are back on your hands and knees for me, but still pushing your head against me.

And at that utterly appropriate moment, the doorbell sounds.

Silent. Still. 

"Pony, if you want them to go away, I will ignore them. I will not let anyone hurt you and I will look after you. Can I let them in?"

You look towards me -- blindly -- and nod once. 

"Thank you pony. Stay here for me."

A kiss on your hair and I'm walking towards the door to let the slut in.

I suppose he's pretty enough. We've met once or twice, but not played yet. He has a submissive female friend, who he wants me to top as well and I'm keen for him to play with you, once at least, so that he / she will agree to be tied up by you. Ah, tangled web for us as always.

He's inside, on his knees straight away. Well trained by previous owners, far more formal than you. He knows that as a switch, his role here today is not to take control but to take orders from me. He also knows enough about you to be excited about what he's going to do. And finally, he is -- as are so many -- enthralled by the idea of pony play.

"On time at least slut."

I inspect him there for a minute or two, to make him sweat a little. And thinking of you, listening to this.

"Strip for me and then present yourself."

He knows what this means and is soon back on the ground, sitting up, knees apart, cock hard and wet, back and head straight, eyes down. Lovely. Maybe he'll be a good influence on you, although I do like the brat in you.

"Slut, do you remember your safe word?"

yes miss.

"Then you have work to do. Follow me, on your knees."

I stalk back to the bedroom and he follows me. You're where I left you, hands and knees, facing the other way, but the mirrored doors of the wardrobe are in front of you. 

Hmmm. Better get straight who's getting orders when. I put my hand on your arse and you flinch, just a little. Oh, now you're scared.

"Pony, it's me touching you. Whenever I talk to you, that's what I will call you, understand?" You nod for me. Your body is trembling now, you really are scared.

"Slut, stand up and look at my pony. Do you like what you see?"

He stands up and looks at you. You're 6 slim feet of quivering pvc clad mess at the moment, and I know what I want to do to you. 

"Well, what do you think?"

he looks wonderful miss, i am very jealous. i want to look like that.

"Do you want to fuck him? "

yes miss, if that's what you want me to do.

"Well, your cock is hard and wet, so I suppose you can manage that. I want him to suck your cock first."

I go to your head and start unsnapping the bridle and bit. It comes out of your mouth and you push your head towards me again. I put the separate blindfold on quickly then bend down to your ear.

"Pony, I'm looking after you. You're going to suck his cock for me, aren't you?"

You nod again. I know that you've done this before, it's hardly scary for you, but you seem frightened all the same. Perhaps it's just an act, put on because you know I'll enjoy it, enjoy the chance to reassure you. Or maybe you are nervous, because every other time you've done this, you've been in control. Either way, I'm looking forward to it.

"Put a condom on slut, you're not putting your cock in my pony's mouth without it."

He complies, I've already explained this to him, but want you to hear it as well. If I left it to you, you'd probably be sucking him without it, but I like your mouth clean and healthy and want to keep kissing it.

"Come here slut, I want to feed your cock to him."

You're still on your hands and knees, waiting for him as he comes around the bed, condom on. I sit on the bed beside you, I want to enjoy the view. He's leaning forward a little, his cock dancing in your face, hard and red under the rubber. And your mouth is open already.

You can't see that his arse is stuffed with a plug, as per my earlier instructions. You don't know that he has been under orders over the past 24 hours to play with his cock, but not to come. I grab his cock by the base and feed it into your mouth slowly. 

I've watched you do this with our strap ons but this is something else. This is real and flesh and you are forcing his cock down your throat, gagging slightly already. His cock is large enough, shaved and very hard now. You're still gagging a bit, but slurping more down for me. God, I want to see your eyes, I want to see your face, the blindfold is a mistake and I'm cross with myself for it.

"Stop."

You stop instantly, pulling away from his cock. I lean forward and ask you very quietly if it's ok if I take the blindfold off, will it worry you more? You shake your head impatiently, I can tell you're starting to enjoy this, and I pull the blindfold off and put the cock back in your mouth. Instantly, you're looking at me, you know this is a huge turn-on for me, that I've mentioned before how much I want to do this. 

"Slut, you are not allowed to come."

That applies to both of you of course. I watch for a little while, his struggle as you suck, harder and faster, your performance for me, because that's what it's fast becoming. You are starting to show off for me, your body arching a little, one hand coming up to steady yourself as you lean further into his cock. 

"Enough. Pony, time for that plug to come out."

You're confident enough now to turn around and present your arse to both of us. I caress your head and back, on the way down, stroking a little. I'm very impressed. I hope you'll enjoy the next part too. The plug comes out easily and I relube it quickly, pushing it back in, fucking you with it. You're grinding back against me now, making little noises, showing off, as I said. Normally it takes something a bit bigger to get a noise from you. Luckily there's something quite a bit bigger close to hand, as it were.

I position you as I want you, on the edge of the bed, slightly on an angle. He's playing with his cock a little, keeping it hard, wanting to perform too. You're on all fours, I can see your face in the mirror as I pull the plug out properly and he and I look at you arsehole, puffy and wide open and ready to be fucked. 

"Slut, push your cock into his arsehole, very slowly. Stop as soon as the head of your cock is in."

You've had my fist in your arse, so I know this cock won't hurt you. But I want to enjoy watching it too. Another photo. I'm sweating now and so wet, I can't wait much longer.

"Ok slut, start fucking him very slowly. And remember, you need to last until I tell you that you can come."

He's pushing his cock into you, it's long enough and thick enough for him to have to go slowly. All the way in to his balls. Back out, shallow strokes to stroke your prostate, back in again. Slowly. You move your arse a bit with the shallow strokes, you're breathing a bit harder. If I could see your own cock, I know it would be dripping again.

I prop myself up on the bed, cushions against my back and inch my body in front of your face. Your eyes lose that dazed look and suddenly focus on what I'm doing and I get a little smile from you.

"That's right pony, please me while you're fucked. "

I know you like this. You're being fucked at one end and licking me at the other. Your tongue is on my clit, you're licking back and forth and I'm enjoying the physical sensations of it and the absolutely amazing sight of his cock sawing in and out of your arse. The more excited I get, the more your tongue moves and I come hard, pushing my cunt against your face, holding onto your hair, more aggressively than usual. I want you to feel used at both ends, that's what is happening to you and I'm telling you that as you keep going. I can see your arse moving now, back onto his cock, enjoying the rhythm. You're such an arse slut, I could use anything on you and you'd enjoy it, my fist, a cock, a coke bottle, the largest dildo I can find. The view is too amazing for me to last very long and I come again, this time gripping one of your hands and pulling the other towards my cunt. You take the hint, as you should. I'm groaning now as I come, it hurts but feels very very good. 

"Do you like having a cock in your arse for me? Well, pony? Does it feel good?"

yes miss ... i like it ... it feels good

I need to remind you what a slut you are and why you are doing this.

"You took that cock pretty easily, didn't you? You are such an arse slut, I bet your cock is dripping. Is your cock dripping?"

yes miss.

"Could you come from this pony? Someone's dirty cock in your arse, without anyone touching your cock or balls?"

maybe miss ... hesitantly now.

"I want you to come for me pony. Tighten your arse for me on his cock, I want you to milk it."

Of course, that will make you feel even better, that's the point. From the groaning the slut starts to do, I know it's working for him.

"Pony, are you milking his cock like a good arse slut?"

You groan a little yourself, some shame, lots of arousal.

yes miss, i am milking his cock, i can feel it in my arse and it feels good

"You like being fucked by a man. You'd like anything in your arse as long as I put it there."

Bang. That's what you wanted to hear. I can tell your arse tightened on that, apart from the look on your face, I got the noise from him as well. Extra reinforcement. Nice. That's the button I need to push right now.

"Ok then slut, fuck this pony hard. I want him to come for me, to show me how much he appreciates my finding a cock to fill his arse with. And pony, I want to hear you beg to come. Beg for me my dirty slut."

His cock starts pounding into your arse, you're moving back into it now, gasping a little and saying please, please. You know how much I love to hear that. I'm so tempted to unzip your cock and pull your balls hard, but I want you to come from this. 

"Come on pony, buck back against him, like you would if you were being mounted in a stall, I want to see your slutty arse moving for me."

I'm up on my knees in front of you both, he's wrapped his arms around your hips and is fucking you hard and you're moving with him, looking at me with a wild eyed look on your face, saying please with each every few strokes. I want you desperate, I shove a few fingers in your mouth, fucking it in time, you're sucking on them as I lick your ear. He's pushing you against me and I'm telling you to tighten that slutty arse for me, like you've been told, milk his cock with your tight arse, enjoy being used like the slut you are, and you're moving and moaning, I don't need him to tell me that he can feel you coming, and so does he, as you shake for me in my arms.



My Pony is Trained Again



It's about time that you had some more training.

After all, your outfitting as a pony is complete. Now it's time to see how well you can behave for me. I know very well that you like to please, but that's easy when it involves doing things that you want to do anyway. How are you at obeying me otherwise?

A hug when you come in the door, I do want to touch you, as always. But then I gently tug on your hair and pull you down to your knees. 

I'm wearing my own catsuit, boots on, and I squat down to quietly talk in your ear.

"Now, pony, it's time to get you kitted out and then put you through your paces. I've been very easy on you recently, but there are things that I would like you to do for me."

yes miss, you say, very quietly.

"When you perform a task for me, whether it's learning to stand or present on command, or anything else I ask of you, you can have a reward. That's how you train a good pony, by rewarding good behaviour. What do you think a good reward for you would be?"

i don't know miss ...

"Can you think of anything you would like as a reward? You could ask for me to touch your cock, or pull your slutty balls nice and hard. Or whip that pretty cock for you. You could ask for me to suck your cock for you. Or you might choose to ask to please me, to make me come. Do any of those things appeal as a reward?"

yes miss, i like all of them. Still very quiet.

"Well, whenever I tell you that you have completed a task to my satisfaction, you can ask me for one of those things. You know I like to be asked, you know I like you to be good for me. Are you going to be good for me today?"

yes miss

"The first of those things is to dress for me. I know that you are happy to be dressed as a pony and you certainly look very good. I want you to dress for me, here. Including the tail."

The tail is, of course, a large butt plug with horse hair attached. While I have put it in you, many times, I've never watched you insert it yourself. And after you arrived last time with it in -- and informed me that you did it without lube -- I certainly want to watch it go in this time. Although there's a full bottle of lube sitting next to it on the table.

I gently steer you over to the dining table, still on your hands and knees, and take a seat there myself, with you kneeling in front of me. I turn my chair around, so that I'm straddling it, facing you.

"Now, you can start with the catsuit. Clothes off, slowly. Slowly, gracefully, make it a show for me."

You hesitantly comply. You're rarely anything but graceful, and you know how much I enjoy even looking at your body, but graceful stripping is not entirely something you are familiar with. And a t shirt and trousers aren't hugely easy to turn into a show. 

It's easier for you to display yourself pulling the catsuit on. I'm enjoying the show, pale skin against shiny tight pvc. You leave the zips between your legs undone at my command, knowing what you will need to do next.

"Boots on."

Glad I found them, lovely to watch you unzip them, smooth them onto your long legs and zip them back up. Just enough heel to put you at the right height -- standing up and bending over -- for me to fuck you easily, as it happens.

"Now, I'm going to enjoy watching you put this plug in. Of course, I will allow you some lube. I want to see how you prepare yourself for this, how you play with yourself. You've been telling me for long enough how play with your arse and balls when you come, time for me to watch it."

That divine faint blush again. I'm holding the plug and the lube, looking down at you, back on your hands and knees again. 

"How do you position yourself when you do this slut?"

I love asking you questions, making you tell me what you want, what you do. As I've said before, it makes me very wet, even over the telephone.

on my back, with my knees apart miss ...

"Well, then, I'm looking forward to watching it, come and get the plug and lube."

You come forward a little, your hand lifting up and I gently slap it away. 

"No, you should know better than that by now. Open your mouth."

Your mouth goes open and your eyes shut at the same time. Hmm, it's going to be interesting to see if you can do this looking at me. I suspect not. I put the plug in your mouth, just far enough to keep it there, although the temptation to fuck your mouth with it is as overwhelming as always. 

"Now, it's already a little bit wet, but you can keep it in your mouth while you loosen up your arse. Turn around for me and present your arse, nice and open for me."

Lovely. Your face a little dazed as you turn around, the humiliation and arousal starting to do its magic. Still holding the plug in your mouth, you put your head to the floor and pull your arse cheeks apart for me with your hands, so I can see that pretty little hole. I lean sideways in my chair with the bottle of lube and drip some on your arsehole.

"Use your fingers and start to rub it in for me slut. No penetration yet, just tease yourself a little."

The fingers of your right hand start to circle around your arsehole, rubbing the lube across it. I keep dripping it on.

"Start to finger fuck yourself slut, gently, slowly. "

Mmmm, now I'm really wet. Has to be one of my all time favourite sights. Your arse presented to me, your own hands preparing yourself for me, I can see your balls and your cock, slowly dripping onto the floor. Gorgeous.

"Are you enjoying that slut? Do you like preparing yourself for me?"

yes miss, you grunt around the plug in your mouth. 

As I said, gorgeous. I'm very tempted to lean in and tug on those balls, just a little, but I want you to show off for me today without too many of those physical prompts, except as a reward that you have asked for.

"Delicious as it is to watch, do you think you're ready to start to push that plug in? Because I'm certainly ready to watch it."

You raise your head and quickly turn onto your back, still using that finger. Fuck, what a fabulous picture, plug in your mouth, body displayed in pvc and your finger, still slowly pushing in and pulling out of your arse. You pull your knees up a little, keeping them apart, knowing I'm watching -- and enjoying the view. Your left hand comes up to your mouth and takes the plug out, slowly. Hmm, you do listen. 

You trail the plug down your body towards your arse and slowly, very slowly, you start to push it in. Then stop. I can see you telling your body to relax, to accept the object you are pushing inside. Start again, just a little bit.

"Stop."

I lean forward again and squirt a generous amount of lube onto the remainder of the plug. I do want to be able to get it out again, quickly if I need to, without hurting you. Or at least without hurting you unduly.

"Start."

A bit more confident this time, the lube has clearly helped. It doesn't take long before it's past the widest part and then your body sucks it inside. 

"Stay there for me, in that position." I just want to enjoy it for a minute. 

"Now, is your cock nice and wet for me?"

yes, miss.

"Get it hard for me as well, slut."

Your eyes are shut, knees still apart, hand on your cock as you stroke upwards.

"Of course, you're not allowed to come, that goes without saying."

yes of course miss, i know

But it is getting nice and hard and wet. I know you're getting close to having to stop. I'm so looking forward to the training I have planned today.

Not long before you pull your hand away and lie very still, tense in every muscle, spine rigid with the effort of suppressing your orgasm. I wait until I see you relax back into the floor. 

"That's your first task completed, what do you want as a reward."

miss

"Have you forgotten what the options are? Do I need to remind you?"

let me please you miss

Good choice. Although it does take the pressure off you for a while, as you well know, and you do enjoy exerting a little bit of control over me for a change. I stand up and turn the chair back around, slumping back in it.

"Well then, come and get your reward, if that's what you want. Although that cock does look like it needs a flogging."

You move over to me quickly, hands on the zips to my catsuit straight away, pulling them open. Tongue on my clit, tasting my excitement from watching you. No one else can do this like you can, it's like you read my mind as well as my body. Licking me as though you enjoy the taste, I know at least that you enjoy the effects. And you are just a bit of a come slut after all ... I can feel my hips moving just a little, the itch is getting stronger and stronger, that tongue still brushing my clit, harder and softer. You know I want to come, you push your face against me and I grind my cunt against you, coming hard. You keep licking, knowing that I can do this for hours (and would if anyone was stupid enough to provide the tongue.) 

While I can still think, time to tell you what your reward means.

"Better enjoy this while you can, once you've had this reward you're not having it again today. Next reward -- if you earn one -- will have to be something else."

You deliberately lick and suck, hopefully enjoying your reward. You know that if this is the only time I'm going to get to come today (as your reward, although I may just come from fucking your arse), then I'm going to want to come properly. Which for me is more than once or twice. Your tongue on my clit again, I'm so wet, it's harder for me to feel it properly, but you push me over the edge again.

"Your reward, your choice as to the method slut" I manage to gasp, and you push two fingers inside me straight away. Hard. You know how I like it now, what makes me feel. It hurts and it sometimes makes me bleed and it feels like you're ripping me apart and it makes me come like nothing else. I can only bear it for a little while, but while you do it I can't think or speak coherently. Eventually you slow for long enough for me to tell you to stop. You rest your head against my thigh and I stroke your hair for a moment while my insides return to their usual position, then I can begin again.

"That was delicious, you are very very good at that. What a pity that you can only have that reward once today ... but I'm sure you'll think of something else that you would like. Now, put your bridle on so that we can continue your training."

The bridle has a padded blindfold, as well as a rubber bit and head and chin straps to keep it on tightly. It doesn't take you long to put it on, I know you like the combination of restraint, gagging and control from the reins, a nice bit of sensory deprivation. And of course the fact that it's a bit of pony gear, adding a little more humiliation. And now you're ready for me, another day I might add the chest harness, put you on your back, use the harness to secure both your hands and feet, knees pulled up to your chest, and alternately fuck and fist fuck you. Tempting thought, particularly if you struggle. Very tempting. But today it's just training.

I want to see if you can stand still for me.

I know from experience that it's very hard to stay completely still. You're very fit, you're used to holding positions from yoga, but you'll still find it a challenge. At least I hope so. I certainly intend to make it hard for you.

When I say stand, of course I mean on all fours. You only get to stand up for me when I want to move you or fuck you.

"Now, I want to see if you can stay on all fours for me without moving. I don't just mean without changing position, I mean without moving. You know enough to know that this will be difficult but I want you to try for me."

yes miss

Of course, you don't know that I'm going to do my best to make it impossible for you to do this for any length of time. Well, you might guess, you know all too well how much I love to get a reaction from you.

"Now, find a position on all fours that feels ok and tell me when you're ready to start. Remember, you are not to move at all. If you need to stop and to move, you need to tell me straight away. Don't forget, click your fingers to tell me to stop."

You stretch your body a little, rocking back and forth on your arms to find the right spot, then stop.

ready miss

"Stand still for me then pony."

I'm timing you as it happens, not that you can see of course. As I've said, I know how hard it is not to move at all. The first minute is easy enough, and the second. After that, it becomes difficult, particularly on all fours. And then of course, there's the other difficulty, to be provided by my hands.

"I'm going to touch you pony, stay still."

Only fair to warn you that it's coming, my hand tracing your body, from leather booted calf, up your thigh, skimming your arse, up your back and into that delectable hair, then back again down the other side. Starting slow and petting my pony. Of course, the rest of you needs some petting too. 

"Don't forget, don't move."

Another warning, I'm being so considerate. My fingers brush your balls, cup them softly, pull on them a little. You stay rigidly still. I tug harder, then get a little more cruel. Use the horsehair in your tail to brush your balls and cock, nudge the base of the plug with my hand, moving it inside you. That almost made you move, but you held on. Well, clearly more is needed. One hand on your balls, pulling harder now. The other starting to stroke your cock, slippery in my hand.

"Don't move pony, you've been told to stand, you need to obey. And of course, remember your usual orders, you are not to come."

Unfair? Yes. Enjoyable? Oh yes. Your cock getting harder, balls tighter, your body still so rigid, gagged so you can't tell me to stop, told not to move, so you can't pull away from my hand. Will you remember how to get me to stop? Or will you lose control and either come in my hand, or move?

All at once, you move, pulling your body away from me, breathing harder as you struggle for control. I let you recover just a little, then sigh.

"Just couldn't manage to do it, could you pony. I am disappointed. Do you really want to be put on display for me? You need to be able to stand without flinching and to be inspected and played with, but I don't think you're up to that yet."

You're very still for a moment, then you move towards me and rub your body against mine. You know how much I like that, how I interpret it from you in this play. You are sorry to disappoint me, you do want to please, you do want to try for me. I let you do it, enjoying the touch. 

"Do you want to earn another reward from me? Would you like to try something else today?"

a vigorous nod for me, the bridle is still gagging you. You're still rubbing up against me, touching as much of my body as you can with yours. Delicious.

"Bridle off. Then put my strap on onto -- and into -- me. "

So good for me. The bridle is off quickly, you lick your lips a little and I get you a drink quickly to wash away the taste of rubber. Then you have something else in your mouth, sucking first of all the dildo for me and pushing it inside me as I stand in front of you, then staying on your knees and mouthing the cock that's going to fuck you. 

I sit back down on the chair, bottle of lube in my hand. 

"Sit on my lap slut, just my lap, not the cock."

One hand behind your head, pulling you to me, kissing those pale lips. A vulnerable position for you, one I've been thinking of for a while. Playing with the plug inside you, then slowly easing it out, easing my lubed fingers in, preparing your arse. Your cock is dripping, your eyes are shut, I wish I could mark you, bite you hard. 

"Now, fuck me, ride my cock, earn a reward" I breathe into your ear and you rise up on those heels and push yourself down onto the cock, slowly. It's well lubed, so are you, but it's still thicker than my fingers. I resist the temptation to push down on your shoulders, I want you to do this for me. You start moving a little, your cock brushing against my body as you do and you realise that you just might enjoy this. Still moving slowly, a little deeper now, the small amount of stimulation your cock is getting is only enough to make you wetter and to tease even more. 

As for me, the stimulation is mind blowing, the chair and your weight is pushing the dildo into me with every movement and you look like the best wet dream in the world. 

"I think you can do better than that, don't you? If you want that reward -- and I'm thinking you want me to touch your cock, you will have to do better than that."

You shudder a little, then start fucking yourself in earnest. I know this is deep for you, this position is humiliating and vulnerable for you, your face and cock in my view, your body providing its own stimulation and penetration, it's fucking with your head in the best way now. I give into temptation and grab your shoulders, pulling you into me and pushing up, making you grunt. 

"Do you want something slut? "

touch my cock please miss

I'm still holding your shoulders, you're still moving. I drop my legs on either side of the chair and push my pelvis up into you, deeper still.

please touch me, please miss, please

I move my hands down to your waist and use them to position you, work you on my cock a little harder. You're breathing hard now, your face flushed, cock dripping and balls tight and high against your body, being pushed against mine every time you drop down. 

please ... please ... touch my cock ... please miss, please

I love hearing it. I want it to go on forever. That panicked tone in your voice as you beg. Love it, love it, love it, going to come myself soon.

please, please, touch me, my cock, please, miss, please, hurt me, touch me, anything miss, please ...

Gorgeous, desperate, pleading. Not stopping, not touching you.

please ... please ... please ...

Nothing else coming out of your mouth now, you sound almost tearful, I want tears, want you so desperate you're crying.

please ... please ... please ...

That's it. Pull you off my cock, up off the chair, bend you over it, then shove my cock back into you, coming hard as I do, you can feel me shaking, hear the sounds I'm making and I grab your cock and milk your come out. You're coming, shaking like a rag doll under me, cock spurting warm over my hand, onto the chair, groaning with pleasure and pain and release. 



My Pooh Bear



My bedroom was chilly as I began undressing to prepare for sleep. Sleeping in the nude is common for me, however I placed the white cotton leggings and the white, long sleeved, pull over top at the end of the bed, just in case I would need to rush out to answer a door, or to go down the hall for the bathroom in the cool winters night. I smoothed the shirt out, admiring the appliqué of Pooh on the front. Tonight, like many other nights, I was alone again, with my husband away for the week. My owl night-light radiated a soft yellow glow atop the armoire. I smiled at the owl, who maintained his serious demeanor, ever watchful during the night as I slept. Sitting next to the lighted owl, the blue ceramic owl of the same height, also took notice of where I am and of my safety in the night. As I pulled the covers down to reveal the soft flannel sheets splattered with flowers, I look above the head board and see my friend Pooh there, wedged between the headboard and wall. Pooh is about the same size as a midsize teddy bear. He is a gift from my daughter, a companion keeping me company on many lonely nights. 

"It's just you and me again, Pooh" I said, as I reached for him to join me under the covers. Snuggling with Pooh, I listened to the droning of the small fan on the floor, and soon fell asleep. 

Feather light in my sleep, I drifted somewhere, a place far off from this reality. I could feel the currents of air under me, raising me, directing me. How relaxed I felt, almost to the point of wanting to remain.... adrift. 

My "trip" through the night was interrupted with a brush on my skin and a stir beside me. Ohhh my... could it be a mouse in my bed? I froze at the thought... kept my eyes closed, and tuned in on my awareness. I felt what seemed like a soft touch on my arm, then a bit of a lick from a small tongue... it was the sort of lick that would have to be from a larger animal than a mouse..... but larger than a mouse must mean a rat. No, a rat's paw would have scratchy claws, and its touch would not be so soft and velvety. 

I gathered my courage, pulled back the flannel sheets and in the dim light, with a bit of moonlight coming through the window, I could see my Pooh Bear licking my arm tenderly, and as though through animation, turn his head up and smile sweetly at me, with eyes half closed, as though totally content. 

As I bent my head down to touch his head, he shifted a bit, and I felt his mouth attach itself to my left nipple, as he held what was a massive breast in comparison to him, in his paws. 

I had not nursed a baby in over 25 years, but I remember the sensation... the movement of milk from the center of me, to the breast..... and when one breast was being nursed on, the other would naturally open up and begin draining... as it seemed to be doing again..! Yes, I quickly checked with free hand, and finding no actual moisture coming from me, I realized it was a memory I was feeling. 

Pooh's golden fur stretched, and his color was replaced with a smooth brown, his eyes had a green hue. With a blink of my eyes, his body became elongated, and instead of fur on his head, his hair was now mahogany.... deep and rich, growing to shoulder length. Looking closer, Pooh's features began to change, almost like soft clay, molding itself. Broad shoulders, narrow waist,.... and when I pulled back the covers to look further, I seen buttocks developing, and long legs. A bare ass meant I would need to check further... so I pulled the covers further,... to expose a wide formidable cock, being at least eight inches in length, quite ample in width, and growing hard. 

Now fully formed, from head to toe, I was in awe of this magnificent human creation.... created, it seemed, strictly for me and my enjoyment. I began to indulge myself in touching his skin, beginning with his cheeks, that were still busy as his lips and tongue worked my nipple. 

I gently pulled him from his "work", bent my head, and kissed his full warm lips, which now attached themselves to my lips. His tongue moved inside my mouth, filling me up. What a wonderful tongue he had! It was firm and yet velvety, with a sweet taste, almost like the taste of a light nectar. He busied his tongue in my mouth... literally examining all of my textures and flavors. 

As I looked into his eyes, they appeared to be a warm brown,.... such creamy pools. Pulling away from his mouth, I gently kissed each of his eyelids, to let him know I appreciated and trusted him. 

A sound came from his lips, and the first words I heard from him were.... "Mary, I have watched you every night, and longed to be with you. You will remember me and know me when you see me again in human form. "

Those words chilled me, yet excited me! A soul had obviously entered into my Pooh Bear, transforming him... allowing me to experience and taste him.... and he to do the same with me. I did not feel fear for my safety. I actually felt safe in his arms. It felt "right" to have this experience. 

Sliding downwards below the covers, I found his formidable manhood, while resting my head on his stomach, feeling his steady breathing, I began to explore him with my fingertips. He removed the covers, and while I worked on him he watched me closely. 

The precum that rested on the opening of his cock, glistened even in the semi-darkened room, as though beckoning me. I licked the precum off in the manner I worked on a melting ice cream cone... getting every drop of his "cream" for me.... and then lightly probing the tip of my tongue into the center. 

His wide cock was a challenge. I could only get the head and a few inches into my moist, awaiting mouth.... and in the process, I bit down firmly,... not to hurt, but to play.... letting him know that I too could be trusted. 

My hands found his balls, firmed with cum inside, and I began pulling at the flexible skin of his scrotum. He responded in a deep moan... I could feel my wetness escape from my lower lips. And I was drenched in the knowledge of pleasing this sensual man-gift. 

"Yes", he said, in a low throaty voice,.... "this is part of what I needed to experience from you. For a long time I have watched you, seemingly enjoy sucking a man's cock, and I needed to know if your enjoyment was real, and how it would feel to have you work on my cock. "

His words settled me in further,... resting the side of my head fully on his hip, my right hand continued to pull at his scrotum, and my left hand slid between his ass and the bed. I was content...... suckling, kissing, and working his shaft with my tongue. 

After many minutes, he pulled away from me, saying... "Now I need to drink in your essence.... to touch, smell, and taste you between your pussy lips. "

Pulling a pillow from the head of the bed, he told me to raise my hips. As I did, he placed the pillow under my hips and ass, which raised me just enough for a better angle. As he slid downwards, I felt his warm breath on my moist shaved lower lips. Lightly he teased me by touching the tip of his tongue to the center, and licking lightly upwards to my clit. This sent energy waves through me, but I did not move from his touch. I pulled him closer to me, and into my widened lips, so he would know he was welcome there. After many enjoyable minutes, he pulled away slightly, and began probing my opened cunt with three fingers. My body responded by arching back slightly and all that came from me was a low moaning sound.... from deep within. 

Moving closer to me, he said in a calm quiet voice,... "Mary, I am now going to fuck you. " Those words entered me before his cock touched me! I was wild with anticipation! As he removed his fingers, he shifted his position... and taking his cock in his hand, began to massage the head of his cock at my wet and begging cunt for a few strokes. Positioning himself, he slid into me.... slowly.... as he leaned forward to kiss me... having me taste my own sweet cum on his lips. 

Moving in and out of me slowly, as I adjusted to his thickness and size.... he picked up the pace.... thrusting.... With each thrust I could feel the head of his cock pound into me, onto my cervix. Feeling my head swimming as though I was drunk, I could still hear him say… "Mary,... look at me.... I am fucking you! Look into my eyes!" I opened my eyes. His eyes then connected with mine.... the thrusting continued.... I seen his hair drop forward from his shoulder …I put the tips of his hair in my mouth. He began hitting the g-spot in me.... I felt myself loosing control....!!! I came with a small tide of cum flowing from me... and he came close behind.... filling me with his ample load!!!

I struggled for consciousness, but could not fight it.... as I clung to him, I drifted away... I felt he was also falling asleep on top of me, becoming lighter and lighter. 

When I awoke, I found my Pooh Bear resting on top of me, and I thought... "What a lovely dream"..... then beneath me, I felt a large wet area. Looking closer at Pooh's face I detected a contented smile... and I realized this was not the end,... but just the beginning. I remembered his words, and I know one day we will meet once again.... in the flesh.



My Pool Experience



It was a nice warm sunny day. Everyone was off doing his or her own thing and I was alone in the house. I decided to go out by the pool and lay in the sun naked. No one was around and I knew they would not be home for sometime so I felt very safe in doing this. Well I got my towel and the sunscreen and went out back to the pool. I sat in the lounge chair and put on my sunscreen, squeezing it out of the bottle all over my body. Rubbing it in my arms, legs, belly, tits, and even on my hairless pussy so it would not get sun burnt. I lay there for quite a while just enjoying the warm rays of the sun.

For some reason I had this feeling I was being watched but every time I opened my eyes and looked around there was no one there. I looked at the neighbor's house, where the two college guys lived but there did not seem to be anyone home. Everything was quiet . I looked over at the wooded area on the other side but could see nothing so I settled back into what I was doing. Just enjoying the sun. I continued to enjoy the sun. But was getting a little warm so I decided to take a dip in the pool. I jumped in feeling the cool water all over my warm naked body. I went under and came back up ohhhhh that felt so good on my hot body. Still I felt like I was being watched but could not see who was watching me. I got out and adjusted the chair so I could lie down on my stomach. I lay down and looked up. 

There stood Carl, one of the college guys from the house next door. He was standing there by the tree that divided our yards. He was smiling and told me that he had been watching me. He asked me if I would like to have him put some sunscreen on my back. It was a little late to be embarrassed so I told him sure that, that would be nice. So he comes to my side and kneels down squeezes the lotion on my body. The lotion is cool enough on my body that it gives me goose bumps. He rubs it in and massages my arms, back, and legs and last but not least he rubs some on to my ass. 

Sliding his hand into the crack and rubbing around my ass hole. Sliding it in and out he then puts a finger in my wet cunt. I let out a slight cry of excitement. He asks me if I want him to rub some sunscreen on the front of me. He helps me roll over and then he squeezes the lotion all over the front of my body. Rubbing it into my neck, arms, legs, and belly leaving my pussy and tits without any lotion. I told him that I needed to have lotion there also because they were very sensitive areas and I did not want to get sunburn. Carl told me that I would not have to worry about that. He leaned down and kissed my nipples. First one then the other then took each one in his mouth sucking it with deep desire. He took his tongue and flicked the hard nub and sucked again and again. 

Oh god I thought I would cum just feeling this. He took his hand and squeezed some lotion out on to my pussy and began to rub it in. He did not stop sucking my nipples. He rubbed the lotion on my bare pussy down in between rubbing my clit and every once in a while sliding a finger into my very wet cunt. All I could do was except what he was doing to me because it felt to good to ask him to stop it. He was working very hard sliding his finger in and out and rubbing my clit with his thumb. I asked him if he wanted to get out of those shorts that he wore. He stood up briefly stopping what he was doing and unzipped his fly and the shorts fell to the ground. He was wearing no underwear just shorts. He had a cock that I swear looked like the size of a cucumber. It was big. He knelt back down beside my chair and went back to work on rubbing my pussy and clit with one hand. 

My nipples with his mouth and other hand I asked him if he was getting hot and he said yes. I suggested that we take a dip in the pool so we both got in. We swam for a few minutes enjoying the cool water on our bodies but he cornered me at the edge of the pool. He asked me if I wanted to feel his cock inside me. I looked him in the eye and told him yes. Again I had this strange feeling that we were being watched but when I looked around I could find no one. He started kissing and biting my neck. He was kissing me with hard tongue kisses and I could feel his hard cock pressing at my belly. He took my legs and wrapped them around his waist and his cock slide into home place just like it was meant to be there. He was hard and I was hot. He gripped the side of the pool and I locked my legs around his waist and started squeezing my cunt muscles around his huge dick. 

That was okay for a while but then all of sudden he broke loose and turned me around. He leaned me forward and slid his huge cock back into my pussy and wrapped his arms around me. He slid one hand down to my clit and started rubbing. With the other hand he had my nipple between his fingers and was pinching and rubbing it. His mouth so close to my ear and he was sucking on it and talking to me in whispers. Saying things like "you are so fucking hot. Your pussy has my cock on fire. How do you like having my hard cock in your pussy?" 

And this was making hornier and hornier. I was going to cum and he knew it. I could not hold back anymore I told him I was Cumming and he just sneered "goooood cum hard for me baby." I told him that I wanted him to cum with me and he told me not yet. That he was waiting. He was not done with me yet. I finally settled down from my orgasm and he turned me around and kissed me with his tongue. I was still horny. I wanted more and he planned on giving me more but with a little surprise on the side. While we were still in the pool in our embrace there was a voice "Hey what are you two up to?" 

It was Carl's roommate Scott. I was startled and a little embarrassed. Carl greeted him and said" hey, I am really glad you are here!" I have something I want you to do. Carl asked if it would be okay if Scott joined us. I told him okay. Not knowing what would come next. We got out of the pool. Scott looked at Carl and with out saying a word to each other just knew what was going to happen next. Carl told me to lie on the lounge chair and he and Scott would put some sun lotion on me. So I did as I was told. Before doing this Scott slipped out of his shorts and got naked so he would fit in with us. As I lay there with my eyes closed I had four hands rubbing lotion all over my body. Scott at my head area he leaned over my head dropping his cucumber sized cock into my mouth. {Where do all the large cocks come from}? 

Carl told me "suck him and make him hard baby". Carl laid his cock in my hand. He was hard. Scott was getting there. Carl and Scott were both talking dirty to me now telling me that they wanted to fuck my tits so Carl put lotion on my tits and slid his cock in between them I held them together and he fucked them cuming all over my tits. He rubbed his cum all over my tits. Scott still in my mouth was about to blow his load just by watching Carl cum. He did not though He held on to it and pulled out. Scott told me to get up. They helped me up. Scott took me to the picnic table on the side of the pool and told me to lie down on the seat for right now. He told Carl to drop his cock in my mouth and experience the masterful sucking that I do. 

"You have got to feel it" he said. So Carl slid his limp dick in my mouth. Scott knelt down beside me and started eating my pussy. Oh my Goddddd, I went wild I was so hot I wanted to be fucked again. By now Carl was hard again. Scott while eating me had been playing with my asshole. He had me so open and wet. Scott climbed up on the top of the table and lay on his back. His dick was so hard that it just stood up straight all by itself. He told me to get on top of him. He laid me on my back on top of him. He told Carl to take the lotion and rub it all over my ass and his dick and then place his dick up my ass. Ohhhhh I can not even begin to describe the feeling that it gave me. I was feeling full. His hard cock up my ass and I was taking it all. 

He was in my ass up to his balls. He had his arms wrapped around me and his hands were playing with my nipples. He told Carl to climb up and fuck my pussy while he fucked my ass. I did not know if I were coming or going. I was in heaven. They fucked me hard Carl slamming into my pussy while Scott was fucking my ass. I could feel both of them. All the time Scott is whispering in my ear. "Do you like it baby? How do you like having both your ass and cunt fucked at the same time? Do you want to cum? I want you to cum for my baby. 

I want to cum in your ass. Do you want me to cum in your ass? " Scott was talking about my ass and Carl was talking about my pussy and all I could do was moan. I told them both that I wanted to cum, needed to cum. They gave me permission and I came, hard and violent I shook and bucked and screamed. I told them I wanted them to cum in me both of them I wanted to feel their hot cum in me. Dripping from each hole. They came also. We rested for a moment. They got dressed and kissed me. Long and passionate kisses then left Well you know after that I sunbathed in the nude all I could. While they would watch and then come join in.



My Pool Hall Adventure



When I was in Phoenix a few months ago, I finally met up with a guy that I met on line. During our date, we drank and laughed had a nice dinner. After dinner, he asked if I wanted to go dancing at this Western bar. Since I liked to line dance and haven't boogied country for some time, I was thrilled to go. 

So we walked a few blocks down the street to an older wooden building. As I walked by this older decaying building to the corner door, I was wondering if this was what I imagined. I could hear the music as we walked in, which made me excited to dance.

Once inside, it was dimly lit with booths scattered around this small dance floor. The bar had a dozen seats around with only half seated with guys dressed in cowboy attire. One booth had some homely looking over weight girls sitting and they stared at me, when I walked by. The band was playing some weird country song that a few couples were trying to dance. 

We finally found a booth in the back next to a three-quarter high wall. I could hear laughter coming from behind the wall, which I didn't pay much attention to. As I sat down, a waitress came over and took our drink order. I had my normal Martini and my new friend had a beer with shots of tequila. He did talk me into having one with a lime, but I preferred my Martini. 

Once the band started to play, some girls got up to line dance. I got up and tried to drag my friend with me to no avail. So the seven other girls and I were on the dance floor alone.

I felt a little self-conscious, because I was the only one not wearing jeans and cowboy boots. Instead, I was wearing a black flowing short hip hugging skirt, white sleeveless cotton blouse with three buttons and tied at my belly, a white bra under it, and white stockings with my black stilettos. Oh and I had on a black thong. As I danced, my moves sometimes exposed my panty, but after a few more Martinis I didn't care. 

As the night went on, my friend became drunk and obnoxious by making nasty comments and trying to grope me. I was becoming perturbed with his advances. So hearing a loud laughter in the room behind the booth, I left him to see what was happening. 

The room had a pool table with a bunch of guys drinking beers and playing. As I watched the guys playing billiards, I asked if I could have next game. They were very friendly and accommodating, although it was a bet of ten dollars a game. When it became my turn to play, one guy told me that he would love to see my boobs instead of the ten dollars when I lost. I laughed and put the ten down, then proceeded to run the table. Another guy came over and challenged me. I missed one shot but won again. I was very happy taking these guys money. Then this guy named Cody challenged me. He was wearing jeans, cowboy boots and hat with a white tee shirt that had graphics of horses and said, "Durango Rodeo 2012". He mentioned that the other two guys were bums and I needed to play a real pro. 

He was very arrogant, so I laughed and said: "OK, whenever one showed up." He just smiled and told me to break.

Well it didn't take long for me to run the table on him. I missed two shots and he didn't make any balls in. I was beaming with confidence, when he asked for a rematch. Just as I was about to shoot, he stopped me and suggested that we should make the game more interesting. I asked what he had on his mind. He laughed and suggested betting on each ball instead of the game. Thinking it was for money I smiled and agreed. 

Cody had a devious grin as he explained the rules and bellowed: "So cutie, every ball you sink you get to either slap me or kiss me or take a piece of clothing off me. Now I get to do the same to you, when I sink a ball. If you miss, you have to drink a shot of tequila. The winner will get twenty dollars and one request that the loser has to perform. So what do you say? Are you up for a real contest?" 

I figured since I was breaking this would be easy. Cody was such an arrogant, good looking brat that I would love to slap. My eyes lit up at that thought. So I said: "This sounds like fun. I will love slapping that smirk off your face!" He laughed, like he knew something I didn't. 

I wiggled my ass in his face and broke the pack. Luckily, I sank one ball. Turning toward Cody, I had a huge smile across my face and said: "Ok Cody, let's see what I want to do to you." 

The other guys were yelling to slap him hard. So I went up to him, pretended that I was going to kiss him, but instead, slapped him as hard as I could. You could hear it throughout the room and the others hooted at him getting hit. 

He put his hand over his reddened cheek and said: "Wow, Kathryn! Not so hard. You know you could have kissed me instead." 

I laughed and said: "Sure, maybe next time!" 

Well after the fourth slap in a row, he nastily said: "You better not miss." 

My next shot I had to lean far over the table to hit. I could feel the guys standing behind me looking at my ass. I guess with everyone looking at me and having a hard shot to make that I hit too soft. Missing, I left an easy shot for him. I don't think I missed it on purpose, but I would make that shot 9 out of 10 times. 

He smiled and said: "Go ahead and drink up. Now it's my turn." 

One of the other guys handed me a completely full shot glass of tequila. As I guzzled it, he sunk the easy shot. Everyone was watching, as he came up to me. He put both hands on my shoulders said: "This is going to be so much fun!"

He told me that he's been watching me all night and it was about time I showed my boobs. He began unbuttoning my blouse down to the tie. Then he reached behind me and unhooked my bra. He took the straps through my arms and pulled the lace undergarment off me. Throwing to one of the cheering guys watching, he put both hands over my boobs and began making my nipples stand erect. 

Then he said: "Finally I all get to feel those hot tits of yours. They feel so firm. You like me playing with them don't you?"

I tried not to enjoy his fondling, but with no success. So I gave out a little sigh and nastily said: "The bet wasn't for groping. So hit your next ball." 

Since he didn't button up my blouse, my boobs were somewhat exposed. Everyone one was now instantly on his side. I guess they wanted to see more of me or what he would do next. They quickly found out because he made his next shot with ease. He grabbed me in his arms and gave me such a passionate kiss. Even though he's been a brat to me, I really enjoyed that kiss. Next shot was another easy one for him. 

A loud chant about my skirt was echoed throughout the room. He smiled and had me sit on the edge of a table right in front of everyone. Then he unzipped and pulled off my skirt. Spreading my legs apart, he moved the g-string to the side and began to fingering my clit in full view of all.

Looking up at me he said: "Oh my, you're already so wet! You must be enjoying this way too much!" 

The group of six other guys yelled: "Don't be selfish let us see"! 

I instantly stood up and readjusted my panty to their dismay. Now some girls were in back giving me very dirty looks and making nasty comments, because all the guys were paying attention to me instead of them. 

Back to the game and he made another shot. He told me it was time to remove my panty. As I slip out of it, I crossed my legs. Now he had a hard shot and sunk it with no problem. I was still at the table with my legs crossed as he approached. He told me to spread them apart. I giggled and said why. "Eat her, Eat her", was the chant. 

He lowered his face into my wet vulva and licked away. I leaned back on my arms right in front of the crowd. Closed my eyes and moaned in pleasure. My hips were slowly moving as his fingers played with my wet opening. Wow! I was so hot, but he suddenly stopped before I could cum. 

I stayed seated with my legs spread apart, thinking of how good it felt. I was still slowly moving my hips hoping for Cody to continue. Suddenly, I heard some comments about how hot my cunt looked. Opening my eyes there were many guys standing around me with lusty looks across their faces. So I quickly stood up and watched Cody taking another shot. I was hoping he would make it, but instead he missed a sure thing. He told me that I caused him to miss. Everyone laughed.

My turn to make the shot and it was easy, although those Martinis and tequila shot were finally taking effect. He stood as I walked up to him. I went to slap him again but instead I unbuttoned his shirt, took it off and proceeded to rub my bare breast against him. 

He attempted to grab me but I said: "You can't touch, my turn to tease!" 

I bent forward for a difficult shot with my bare ass in his face and made it with ease. Turning around, I unbuttoned Cody's pants, pulled them down to his ankles and pulled out his huge cock. I made him stay at attention until I sank the next one. Then I went over and took off his boxers. His cock was long, skinny and standing at full attention as I rubbed his magic rod. 

Three balls to go and I'll be the champ. I made one with no problem. Going over to Cody, I took another kiss while rubbing his cock. His hands were on my ass, pushing me closer to his hard manhood that was plastered against my clit. That felt so good against me and for a moment I wished he was in me. 

For the next shot I had to sit on the side of the table, while spreading my legs apart for balance. I missed, but everyone got another good view of my pussy as I was shooting. 

So drinking another full shot of tequila was now making me very tipsy. I just hoped I could concentrate enough to finish the game.

Cody had a tough shot, but sunk it without a problem. He walked over to me and untied my blouse. I helped him take it off. I was now naked except for my stockings and shoes just as Cody was with just his hat on. He took off his boots to get his pants off while I was shooting. 

I was feeling very horny and leaned against the table. He walked in front of me, put his hands on my knees, spread me apart and said: "So what do I have to do to sink my cock in you too! I know you want it." 

I was hot from almost cuming and said: "You need to triple bank that last shot and sink the ball, then you can take me on the pool table, in fact if you make it I'll let everyone have a turn too." 

At that moment, I was so drunk. I become so horny when drinking and didn't care who had his cock buried in me. The more the merrier. I heard the word slut yelled from the other girls. I knew they were jealous of all the interest I was getting. 

But the guys were chanting: "Make it! Make it! Make it!"

Cody went back to the table and I stood up to watch. I leaned against him plastering my boobs on his side. Whispering: "Triple Bank Shot," as I rubbed them against him. 

He looked at the shot and hit it hard. Wham! One bank, two banks, three banks hitting the ball and it rolled close to the hole. They all gasped to see if it had enough energy to make it, as they yelled: "It's going in!" 

I was watching as it approached the corner hole and for a moment it looked like I would be fucking everyone, but it stopped short of it. Everyone was complaining to Cody about missing. I took my time and shot the last ball in the hole.

"I'm the champ," I yelled. 

I leaned against him, kissed his cheek and whispered: "Too bad Cody. That's as close as you will ever get to put your thing in me." 

Giggling with satisfaction, I picked up the twenty and my clothes. Quickly, I dressed and went over to my friend who was now passed out in a booth. Cody followed and tried to talk me into the back room. I just laughed and asked him to help me with my friend. We got him on his feet, called a cab and back to my hotel we went. I told the driver to take the guy home and went inside the hotel. 

Just as the elevators doors were closing I heard someone yell: "Hold the door Please"! 

I did and to my surprise it was Cody. He smiled and told me he had to follow me, because I still needed to collect on the last part of the bet. I just smiled and asked what that was. 

He laughed and replied: "I have to perform one act to your satisfaction." 

With a huge grin across my face, we went back to my room. I knew exactly what I wanted him to do. Once inside, we passionately kissed, while ripping our clothes off each other. I wanted to feel his cock throbbing in me, as much as Cody wanted to fuck me.  

I was on my back, when Cody took my legs and pulled me to the edge of the bed. He stood in front of me and I sat up to watch him pushing his big cock into me. My pussy was soaked with anticipation and he felt so good going in. He leaned over me with my legs spread wide apart, as he slowly pumped my wanton box. Our eyes were open looking deep into each other's and we had lusty grins across our faces. I began to moan as he pumped me faster. He kept grinding his cock deep in me faster and faster for many minutes. When suddenly, he pulled out and began to spew his seed all over my stomach and pussy. 

I giggled and sarcastically said: "Oh mine Cody. I hope you aren't done yet. I'm still so horny." 

He had a sneaky grin on his face and answered: "I was hoping you say that Kathryn. I have a big surprise for you." 

I looked puzzled, when he took his phone and text something. Then he went, got a towel and cleaned his goo off my belly and pussy. When his phone beeped with a message, he quickly walked to the door. Opening it, four guys from the bar walked in. As I sat up to look, I quickly closed my legs. 

Then I shrieked: "What the hell is going on Cody?"

Walking over, he sat down next to me and answered: "Well Kathryn, since I'm only a one pop guy, I invited my friends over to satisfy that horny cunt of yours. I know you still want it, don't you?"

I didn't know it was that obvious. I did want to continue. He spread my legs apart and began rubbing my clit, making me moan in elation. Then he kissed me as his fingers went inside my wet slit. I felt the bed move, as if someone else sat down. When we broke for air, the guys were undressing standing and sitting next to me. 

When Cody stopped fingering my hole and clit, he looked into my eyes and whispered: "Yeah Kathryn, I knew you still wanted it. So who do you want to fuck first?"

I don't know if it was too much booze making me so horny. Deep down, I really wanted to be gang banged. So it didn't matter who went first. This wouldn't be the first time that I've had multiple guys fucking me at once. The thought did cross my mind in the bar and why I said everyone could have me if he made that shot. When he missed, I was disappointed. 

So I blurted, "Whoever wants to be." 

Cody laughed and said: "Ok guys! You heard the Lady. She's going to be a willing participant."

I could hear nasty comments like, "Can't wait to sink Bubba in you! Yeah I knew she was a slut by her outfit! I love a shaved cunt, because it tells me she likes to fuck!"

A tall lanky guy came over to me and stood in front of me. He unzipped his pants and let them fall to the floor. With them still around his ankles, he took my knees, spread my legs farther apart, and pulled me to the edge of the bed. As he pushed his long hard cock in me, I began to moan with glee and fell on my back. The other guys quickly stripped and had their cocks in my face to be sucked. Willingly, I began alternating sucking on each of their yummy hard rods, as this guy was plowing in and out of me. My body was moving in pleasure with each hard thrust, until one guy yelped: "Come on Willy, let me get Bubba in that hot cunt of hers!"

Once Willy was out of me, the other guy came over, grabbed my ankles and pushed my legs above my body. He slowly began to push his thicker cock into me pulsating pud of wetness. Once he was all the way in, he began to speedily pump me. The force of his rapid thrusts made me stop sucking on the others and loudly moan with pleasurable delight.

I heard some laughter as he said: "Yeah baby, I knew that hot tight cunt of yours would enjoy Bubba. It feels so natural fucking you too. You have such a gorgeous fuckable body that we will have fun taking turns in. Oh yeah baby! I'm really fucking enjoying this!"

I was relishing his pounding so much, moving with him that I blurted: "Oh Bubba, fuck me harder. I love it. Yes! Yes! I'll love it all!" 

After my moaning to fuck me harder, I heard many more comments from the others guys. Most comments dealt with wanting to take their turn and telling me how good I looked with a cock stuffed in me. 

But it wasn't long after the verbal dissertations that he began to grunt. Pulling out, he dumped a huge load of goo on my stomach splattering up to my breast. Then another took his place. Just after he went in me, I cum with a huge orgasm, but my orgasms didn't stop with just one. I had many more throughout the night or was it morning by then.

As these four were taking turns fucking me in many different positions, Cody was taking photos on his phone. He did send me some. I don't remember how long I was ravished, but it continued until everyone was drained of sperm. The sex feast left me with loads of cum splattered all over me. I was one sticky mess, except no left any in my pussy. 

After the four guys left, Cody helped me in the shower, cleaned me up and then tucked me in bed. He kissed me on my cheek and said: "I knew when I saw you that you were going to be fucked. Too bad it wasn't in the back room at the bar like I planned. I would have had a lot more guys enjoying that wet cunt of yours. But Kathryn, what surprised me is how much you loved it. So thanks for a great evening. We should have a rematch sometime."

I just whimpered: "Ok!" 

I heard the door close behind him and I crashed into a well-deserved slumber. I have no regrets because I had so many wonderful orgasms. Maybe I will go back for the rematch on my next trip to Phoenix. 

The next day, I was a very happy satisfied young Lady. Everyone at the meeting wondered why I was so cheery. Only if they knew what a naughty vixen I was, although I was a little sore for the next few days. 

I hope my tail of passion has created a stir in you. Write me and tell me if you liked it. 

Kisses Kathryn 



My Poor Brother



My younger brother Jeff and I have always had a rocky relationship. He's really only my step-brother and I am ten years older than he is. When he was 20, I got divorced and moved back in with him and our mother. That's when things came to a head.

He did a lot of things that really irked me. One of these involved the stupid ping pong paddles. I know this shouldn't be a big deal, but I got tired of finding them all over the house. One day I was in the basement and I found a ping pong paddle in the dryer. It really pissed me off bad.

I went upstairs to confront him about it. As I went looking for him I saw him leaving the bathroom. He had just taken a shower and (as I found out later) he thought he was the only one home. He was buck naked and headed for his room and didn't see me behind him.

As he was walking, he stepped on something and bent over to take care of his foot. I could see his freshly-showered sack just swinging and swaying there as he was messing with his foot. I couldn't resist...

I took that ping pong paddle and swatted his balls hard. He screamed like a little girl and ran to his room. I got a good laugh out of it at the time but I ended up having a scene with mother.

"Why did you do that?" she asked.

"It seemed like a good idea at the time. You know, make the punishment fit the crime," I said.

"You could have hurt him bad!" she said.

"Yeah, well, there's not much there to damage," I said. Mother wanted to laugh, I'm sure, but she fought it off. "Please tell me you didn't go in there and check 'em out," I said.

"Yes, I did look. His little nuts are swollen some but they'll be okay."

"Did you make sure his little weenie is okay, too?" I taunted.

In a harsh whisper she said, "Now cut that out! I don't want you teasing him about the size of his penis! Besides, when did you ever see it?"

"Today! Duh! He was stark raving nekkid when he was strolling down the hall. How else do you think I was able to get such a clean shot at him?" I said.

After that, I decided it was my mission in life to totally humiliate him. After all, that's an older sister's mission in life, right?

I figured that I would wait until the time was right. It wasn't enough to shame him with just me and mother around. I wanted an audience. I got my chance at Halloween a month later. 

Aunt Debbie came down for a visit and brought her daughter Janet with her. One of Aunt Debbie's old classmates came over to see her. That meant Jeff was in the house with five females. I figured that was a good time for "the unveiling" as I'd begun calling it.

Being lazy, Jeff slept late every day. This was another thing that irked me. (I'm a nurse and I have to work for a living. It really pissed me off that he was getting a free ride.) By the time he decided to get up and take a shower, it was usually around noon or later. This particular day he went into the bathroom to take his shower. Knowing he would come out wrapped only in a towel, I set it up so that everyone else would be in the hallway. I used the pretense that the cracks in the ceiling were bothering me and asking them if they thought something should be done. 

While we were standing there, Jeff came out in his towel and didn't seem put off by all these women standing around. However, when that towel "mysteriously" snagged on a protruding nail exposing him in front of all these women all hell broke loose (for him, anyway).

Amid howls of laughter, he ran to his room and slammed the door. After that, he couldn't look any of us in the eye for a few days. Hey, it's not my fault there was a nail sticking out that no one noticed before! Or was it? 

Not long after that, he broke his right leg in a motorcycle accident and had to have surgery to fix it. Broken leg or not, I knew that there was an opportunity here if I could just figure out what it was. It didn't take me long to figure it out.

He was laid up in the hospital bed recovering from surgery and very woozy. He would try to talk but he was so doped up on painkillers that he just mumbled a lot. I conned one of my co-workers into going in and shaving his groin area. I played it off like he might have to have another surgery and I didn't want to do it myself.

It just so happens that the woman I conned into it was a middle-aged and homely woman named Marion.

There Jeff was, totally helpless, and this beastly-looking woman came in and began to shave him. He tried to protest, but once his pain meds kicked in he was sound asleep. Marion is a no-nonsense kind of gal and very professional. When she was done, he was clean as a whistle.

Once she was finished and left, I took a moment to admire her handiwork. Then, I set my plan into motion. Two girls he was friends with had been waiting for a chance to see him and that's exactly what I had in mind...

When they came in, they were of course concerned about his leg. I very carefully lifted the sheet so that they could see his surgically-repaired leg. I also "accidentally" let them see something else, something that had been freshly shaved.

They were smiling and laughing and trying hard to pretend that they were just happy to see he was going to be all right. As they were leaving, I heard one say to the other, "Did you see what I saw?"

Mother and Aunt Debbie paid a visit and I made sure they got an eyeful, too. Some ladies from the neighborhood did, too. 

At last, I felt like I had evened the score. But, it felt too good to stop...



My Portraits



Honestly, I don't know what got into me. Usually a woman defined by taste and decorum, as I entered his studio, I was swept away by tides of emotion as I gazed at the artistic works on the walls. To call them pornography would some how demean the beauty of what I was seeing. To merely call them 'beautiful works of art' would take away from the eroticism so subtly expressed. I found myself entranced, studying image after image, some in black and white, some not even displaying a face, many just individual body parts splayed here and there for my gazing. 

"Do you like them?" he asked. I assumed he was James, of "Completely James" from the sign in the shop window. Normally embarrassed to be viewing such sights in front of any man, I felt rather at ease as he spoke with me of different lighting techniques and his love for black and white portraiture. As I love photography myself, it was easy to pass an hour trading secrets and hints. I found myself in the back parts of his studio after he'd turned the sign to 'Closed,' discussing the finer points of the new cameras each of us had purchased. I was interested in some of his more luxurious backdrops - faux mink, soft pink satin, black velvet - and wandered over to feel their textures between my fingers. I could picture myself crouching, animal-like, on the fur; playful and teasing on the pink satin; naughty on the black velvet. 

James, ever watchful, noticed the gleam in my eyes as I fingered the fabric and dreamed. "You know, I could take some shots of you, if you'd like." As I shook my head and laughed, his tone grew a little more serious. 

"No, really, you are a beautiful woman, and I'd love to see what I could do with you from behind a lens." 

Something in his tone, to this day I can't place what it was, something made me say 'yes.' I dropped my purse and sat down on the stool in front of the black velvet. I love black; surely it would show me off to my best advantage. James came up to me, telling me to relax, to smile easily, and not to be self-conscious. He put a stray lock or two of hair down beside my cheek. He unbuttoned one of my buttons and arranged my blouse a little more open, opened the slit on my skirt. I wasn't exactly used to a man showing me this type of attention upon meeting only an hour prior, but he seemed to be enjoying himself, and I was able to relax. It didn't take any time before he had me laughing and tossing my head back. 

"That's it, you have a beautiful smile. Turn your head more toward me. Now unbutton another button. There you go, lean forward for me a little more." 

I knew he could see the tops of my breasts that weren't covered by the lace bra I was wearing, but I didn't care, he made me feel simply gorgeous. Without realizing it was happening, I eventually shed my blouse as he circled me, taking even more pictures. His voice became a lulling symphony of sound.

"Yes, now the other shoulder strap, pull it down, that's it, could you lift your breasts out of it just a bit, there you go, lean back, here, let's just lower it completely, yes, that's beautiful, hold one of your breasts for me, oh, that's really nice, just slide it off all the way, there you go, that's better, now I can see them both."

I couldn't believe I was this at ease with this man, though I was only wearing a skirt at this point. Before I knew it, I was happily shedding even that. I did start to wonder how far I would go when he asked if I would hook one finger in the top of my panties and pull it down just a bit, but all modestly quickly vanished with his adoring words, "How beautiful, so beautiful, that's it, touch your nipples for me, they turn so dark, that is so beautiful, there, lay down, that's it, let me see you, spread your lips for me, god that is so beautiful, did you know you are so wet, yes, arch your back for me, your breasts are magnificent, touch yourself, I want to see you touch yourself." 

I lay there, wrapped up in the comfort of his words, head back, fingers playing with my clitoris, other fingers playing with my nipples, legs spread, pleasuring myself for him. I listened to his voice, "Keep touching yourself, your face is so beautiful, oh, it feels so good, doesn't it, look at me, look at me while you touch yourself," and I looked at him and realized he was no longer snapping pictures of me, he was simply watching. I should have been upset, yet the thought of this man so enjoying himself just watching me turned me on further. 

I held out my hand and invited him to join me. As he pulled his own clothes off, I laid back on the soft velvet, waiting for him to decide which way he'd best like to take me. But he turned to his camera, positioning it on a mounted tripod, and set the timer for 10-second intervals. He was going to capture this on film. I went wild with passion, engulfing his cock in my mouth as soon as he came back to me. Snap - his long cock down my throat. Snap - his lips on first one nipple, then the other. Snap - his fingers deep inside my vagina. Snap - his cock ready to bury itself in my ass. Snap - his hands spreading my ass apart and his tongue firmly embedded in me from behind. Snap - me squatting above his face, my pussy dripping onto his lips. Snap - on my back, his face buried deep in my pussy. Snap - my legs in the air, his cock rocking inside me. Snap - sitting on his cock, almost bouncing in the air as he thrusts. Snap - thrusting into my pussy from behind. Snap - slapping my ass as I cry out. Snap - grabbing my hair from behind, pulling my head back as he thrusts more deeply into me. Snap - his cum across my back, down my ass, dripping down my thighs. Snap - his lips and tongue sucking my pussy. Snap - my face as I scream out in orgasm. Snap - lying atop me as we come down.

I don't know what drew me into his shop that day. But I'm glad it did. And the pictures? Bold black and whites, gracing the walls of his shop, subtle lighting, rarely showing my face and only then in shadow. Beautiful, simply beautiful.



My Portuguese Holiday



My marriage had finally fallen apart, there hadn't been much left to hold it together. My shrew wife had left me for a wealthy older man and I found that I was actually grateful. Nonetheless I felt sorely in need of a holiday and was pleased to be able to use my parents' apartment in Portugal for two long weeks.

I arrived at Heathrow airport early on Saturday. There was no joy in flying anymore, all the extra security had seen to that, and the airport itself was tedious with its myriad shops and I was anxious just to get going. I'd booked a BA flight, more expensive, but all the cheap airlines were full. 

I was seated in the centre seat of a group of three towards the rear of the plane; I'd have preferred a window seat but I booked too late. Boarding was the usual organised havoc but eventually the passengers were seated and the plane ready to depart. In the window seat beside me was an elderly man, who made it obvious that he was intending to sleep for the duration of the flight and on the other side of me was a pleasant looking woman who appeared to be in her late forties. 

She had light brown straight hair cut in a simple bob, and from what I'd seen as she put her bag in the overhead locker, a full figure under a pretty floral sundress. Whilst sitting waiting for take off, I flicked through the tattered BA magazine to find what music was on the classical channel of in-flight radio and as usual there wasn't much. I glanced across to see the woman next to me looking at the same page. "Nothing much there as usual," I commented. 

She looked up and gave me a very attractive smile. "No. I don't know who makes these decisions but they don't seem to know much about music. A program that lasts for ninety minutes on a three hour flight. Then they stuff it with 'easy listening' music in the odd belief that it will appeal to lovers of classical music."

"I know. Why do they think that film themes are classical just because they are played by an orchestra."

Once we started talking it just seemed easy to go on. Her name was Hannah and she liked Bach and Handel. We discussed the music we liked, the music we didn't like, our favourite composers, performances we'd seen, performances we wanted to see and anything else remotely connected with music. So engrossed were we in each other's company that we hardly noticed the journey, the unpleasant airline food or the constant interruptions for tea, coffee and encouragement to buy duty free gifts. The captain's announcement that we were only twenty minutes from Faro was actually a surprise.

"Almost there" I said.

"Yes" she replied, sounding very unenthusiastic.

"You don't sound pleased."

"I was invited out by a married couple, who are good friends of mine, to join them because they thought I needed a break. It seemed like a good idea but now I'm beginning to feel as if I'll be intruding."

"I'm sure they wouldn't have asked if they didn't want you to come."

"You're a very gallant young man." She smiled warmly.

"I'm not that young."

"It's all relative. How old are you?"

"Twenty-nine."

"Only two years older than my daughter."

I couldn't believe that this woman was old enough to be my mother. "Don't be silly. You're not old enough to have a twenty-seven year old daughter."

"Sweet talker. Go on then, how old am I?"

"No. Even I know you never talk about a lady's age."

"I'll let you. We're just fellow travellers so it won't matter."

"Forty five."

"More flattery. I like you." She laughed.

"No. Really. I mean it."

"Fifty two."

"I don't believe you."

She smiled again, I was beginning to like her smile. "I'm afraid you'll have to," she said.

"Well you look very good if I may be permitted to say."

If anything her smile became broader. "Maybe my friends were right about this holiday. If I meet a few more like you, my ego will be totally restored."

"Where are you going to?"

"My friends have a house near Monte Gordo."

"I'm heading to my parents' apartment in Monte Gordo."

"Oh good. If I bump into you, you can pay me some more compliments. Is there much to do there?"

I told her what I could remember of the resort, the beaches, the bars and restaurants. Then the plane came to a halt and the passengers began to disembark. Hannah and I strolled along together to the security check points and baggage reclaim still enjoying our conversation. She turned on her mobile phone and almost immediately it began playing its irritating tune as it was receiving messages. She checked them and muttered. "Oh blast." 

"Problem?"

"My friends have broken down and can't get here for another hour."

"Well, I've booked a hire car. How about if I give you a lift to Monte Gordo and they pick you up there?"

"Are you sure?" she asked, looking relieved.

"Oh course."

"Then, thank you. I'll just call them back and let them know."

I loaded all our luggage onto a trolley, and we went in search of the car hire desk. I had only hired a class one car which turned out to be a Fiat Cinquecento. It was just large enough to get all the cases into the boot, except one that went on the back seat. Opening the passenger-side door to let Hannah get in won me another smile, and a very nice glimpse of a shapely leg. I suddenly felt embarrassed; I could only hope that she didn't see me leering.

The coastal route rather than the motorway let us enjoy the feeling of exploring together. In the hour or so to get to Monte Gordo, I began to find myself admiring her more and more. I couldn't believe that she was over fifty. Her dress had ridden up above her knees and I was staring at those legs again. The only distraction from her legs was the bust and I realised that she probably wasn't wearing a bra under the rather skimpy dress. I don't know why I hadn't realised it on the plane, it must have been our interesting conversation.

We finally stopped by a bar near my parents' apartment, and Hannah called her friends, who promised to be there in ten minutes. I wanted to know Hannah better and to spend more time with her -- the fortnight could be a lot more pleasant if I had someone interesting to talk to.

"How about a glass of wine while we wait?" I suggested.

"Won't your parents be waiting for you."

"Oh no. I'm sorry, I didn't explain very well. It's my parents' apartment but they only use it in the winter. Sometimes they rent it out in the summer but if it's free my brother or I can use it."

"So are you here with your brother?"

"No. I'm on my own."

"Well then you should come with my friends and I for dinner this evening. I ought to do something to repay you for the lift." There was an enigmatic expression on her face -- did she want to see me or was she hoping I would say no?

"That's very kind but I won't. I don't want to intrude."

"You wouldn't be intruding, really."

"No I won't tonight. Perhaps another day."

"But I don't know how to contact you."

"Oh you can usually find me here around lunchtime."

Just then a couple in their sixties pulled up in a small Seat. Getting out, they greeted Hannah, apologising for not being at the airport to meet her.

"There is absolutely no need to apologise, Peter," she replied. "It gave me a chance to ride with this handsome young gentleman who's made the whole journey from London a delight."

I felt myself blushing, something I hadn't done since I was a teenager. Hannah introduced Peter and Judith and we shook hands. Then Peter said it was probably time to get going and I went to shake Hannah's hand. To my surprise, she pulled me close, hugged me and kissed my cheek like an old friend. Despite my surprise, I was able to enjoy the feel of her body pressed against mine. Those breasts were pretty firm when they were squashed against my chest and I felt a stir in my loins that I hadn't felt for a long while.

"'Bye Paul. Thank you," she whispered in my ear.

"You're welcome. It was good to meet you."

"It was good to meet you too. Perhaps I'll see you around the town sometime soon."

On my own again, I found that I missed her easy going conversation and charm. It was a shame that I probably wouldn't see her again, but she wasn't really likely to want to talk to someone young enough to be her son when Peter and Judith were obviously nearer to her age, and their conversation would be far more suited to her. Still I hoped that I might bump into her; after all I was there for a fortnight, and it was past the height of the tourist season so there were less people around.

I settled into the apartment, unpacked my cases then walked to a seafront restaurant for dinner. The more I thought about it, the more I felt that maybe she did enjoy talking to me. She might well have been older than me but I couldn't help thinking that she was a rather sexy woman. I realised then that I should have taken her telephone number. I went to sleep thinking of short fair hair, an attractive smile and a floral sundress. 

The next morning, I went for an early swim in the pool that was shared by the apartment complex, followed by a long walk along the seashore. Finding a small cafe serving breakfast, I had bread, ham and cheese with a cup of black coffee. I felt strangely lonely somehow, as if I had lost something. I'd never been on holiday by myself before, but I really couldn't believe I was missing Sherry, my soon-to-be ex-wife. As I walked on trying to take in the sights, I found that I couldn't get Hannah out of my mind. I decided I would try driving around the town in the hope of spotting her; I could always pretend that any meeting was accidental.

I turned around and walked back, deciding to have a lunchtime snack at the bar by the apartments.

She was already there, wearing a fetching hat and a very pretty - and revealing -- black sundress, sitting at a table with a mineral water in front of her. Over the back of her chair was a very stylish shoulder bag. She looked fantastic! Any number of impure and improper thoughts ran through my brain as I came over to her table.

"You're here early." I said taking a long look at the cleavage shown off by her dress. Those breasts really looked most appealing.

"So are you. I didn't know what time you had lunch and I didn't want to miss you." I was excited by the thought that she wanted to see me. I leaned to kiss her cheek but she turned her head and my lips met hers. The kiss lasted longer than I intended but not as long as I wanted

"It's a long time since anyone said hello to me like that," she said, smiling.

"Sorry." I felt a little awkward.

"Paul dear. Never, ever apologise for making a woman happy." 

I sat down and ordered a beer that arrived quickly. I was trying, unsuccessfully, to avoid looking at the low cut top of the sundress. A sundress under which she clearly wore no bra and which revealed just enough of her breasts to be very interesting and bewitching. What would it be like to feel those breasts? What was I thinking? I was turning into a sex maniac! When I looked back into her eyes she was smiling at me. "Sorry." I said again.

"This is the sexiest sundress I own. If I hadn't at least made you look, I would have been devastated."

"I haven't stopped thinking about you since last night."

"I've been the same. Peter and Judith think I'm awful, flirting with a man young enough to be my son."

"I did think about our ages, but then I didn't. I thought about our conversation yesterday and how well we got on." I really meant what I said, I'd forgotten about our ages.

"I was thinking that it's a long time since anyone made me feel that I was worth listening to."

"I don't understand. Why should you feel like that?" I asked.

"It's part of the reason I came out here. Two years ago I was a happily married middle-aged woman. I had a husband who loved me, I had raised two children and I had just had my first grandchild. One year ago my husband left me for a younger woman. He said that I didn't understand his needs, I had no pride in myself anymore and he didn't love me." I could see the pain in her face as she told her story. 

"That sounds so cruel."

"I can't even begin to tell you the devastation that I felt. My world was destroyed overnight. George, my husband, had found a girlfriend the same age as our daughter. I didn't think I was attractive anymore, no-one would be interested in a boring old woman with a flabby body so I started drinking and getting depressed. Finally my daughter got tough and made me join a gym to get my shape back."

"And a very nice shape it is."

"Naughty. Just listen." She had a coquettish smile on her face." So I got my figure back but I didn't feel I had anything to offer intellectually. All I had known for thirty years was housework, cooking and the radio. I couldn't lose the depression. Peter and Julie asked me out here to visit to try and cheer me up. I've known them since they were neighbours twenty five years ago. Nobody could have foreseen a young man on a plane who talked to me like an intelligent woman."

"But that's what you are."

"Yes but no-one treated me like it. My children just see me as a mother, George saw me as a failure and friends just saw me as the suburban housewife they had always known. For yesterday's conversations alone I will always be grateful but I'd love to talk for the next two weeks."

"That's easy, I could talk to you for as long as you want."

"Well now you've let me dump my heart on you, why is a handsome young man on holiday on his own?"

"My wife left me. Thankfully it wasn't the awful ordeal that you suffered. In fact I've found it liberating." I went on to tell how Sherry had been, how she left and how I found that I was relieved. Somewhere during the conversation we ordered and ate lunch. By the end of lunch we both knew a lot about each other. Hannah changed the mood by switching the subject back to music. We finally left the bar and walked along the beach deep in conversation. As we walked Hannah took my hand, and we held hands until the early evening. 

"Would you like to have dinner with me?" I asked hopefully.

"I'd like that. I'll have to change though. People will think I'm no better than I ought to be dressed like this."

"I wouldn't complain though." That smile was back on her face, she didn't seem offended by my flirting with her.

"Behave. If you can drive me back I can get changed and you can come back and pick me up later."

We walked back to the apartments and I drove to Peter and Judith's house to drop her off, agreeing to return at eight o'clock.

Back at the apartment I spent the next hour trying to find something to wear. Eventually, having raided the locked store room that held my parents' clothes and belongings, I had my smart pair of trousers and the shirt I had brought with me with a jacket that I thought probably belonged to my brother. Shoes were a problem but I managed to squeeze my feet into a decent pair of my father's and I just hoped that Hannah would not want to go for a walk.

I arrived at eight to collect her and rung on the doorbell. Peter opened the door and greeted me cheerfully, shaking me warmly by the hand. He led me out to their terrace where Judith sat, sipping a glass of wine and they invited me to sit down, indicating a chair.

"I'm afraid she's still not ready," said Peter. "She's been in her room for almost two hours. Can I get you a drink?"

"No thanks. I prefer not to when I'm driving."

"Very wise. I have to say, young man, that I haven't seen or heard Hannah this happy in a long time. I don't know what you've said or done but it's worked. She's been singing ever since she came back."

"I don't think I did anything very special, I just talked to her."

Hannah appeared, or maybe it would be more accurate to say she made her entrance. She was looking more like a model on a catwalk, as she made sure that both Peter and I had a good look at her. Her hair had that appearance of being brushed tidily but casually that only comes from a lot of attention; her make up was just enough to highlight her features, and the overall effect made her look more than ten years younger. 

She wore a simple white, knee-length dress that emphasised her figure and showed a generous cleavage. Around her neck was a gold chain that seemed to frame her head and on her wrist was a gold bracelet. Her strappy white sandals had three or four inch heels that emphasised the curves of her calves. The whole effect was intended to catch male attention, and it had definitely worked on me. I found myself thinking thoughts I would never have had about my mother, and had a very strong desire to reach out and run my hands over her which I resisted. This was something new to me, I couldn't remember feeling like this about a woman before. 

She kissed me lightly on the cheek and as we went to the door she turned to Peter and said, "Don't wait up and don't worry. I'm in safe hands."

I opened the car door for her to get in and was almost hypnotised by the way the dress rode up her legs as she sat down. They were very shapely legs. I got in and looked at her again.

"You look stunning."

"Thank you. You look pretty good yourself."

"What would you like to eat?"

"It's supposed to be good for seafood here, so let's go for that."

I drove to a small restaurant that I knew from a previous stay at the apartment. The tables and chairs were placed under an awning and we chose one right at the front with views across the beach. The waiter arrived, handed us menus and lit the candle on the table. 

We spent some time choosing, talking of our likes and dislikes then eventually she chose a sea bream and I settled on crevettes. When I said I didn't want to drink and drive, she insisted she'd get a taxi so I could share a bottle of local wine. Our conversation just flowed again, although I found it difficult to concentrate on talking whenever I looked at her. I began to feel embarrassed feeling sure she could see the desire in my face that must have been verging on carnal. God I was becoming a lecher!.

"I'm sorry. I can't seem to think what I'm saying tonight."

"Why's that?"

"I think you know the answer."

"But I want to hear you say it." She gave me another of her smiles.

"That dress. How do you make a simple white dress look so sexy?"

"It's a secret I've just discovered."

"What?"

"You need the right man to inspire you."

"Well I hope I keep inspiring you then."

We finished the meal with coffee and brandy and Hannah charmed the restaurateur into ordering a taxi. I insisted on accompanying her back to the house so we planned the next day as we rode.

She said she would like to go swimming and so I suggested that she come to the complex and we could swim in the pool there; she could change in the apartment. We agreed to meet at 'our bar' at ten the next morning.. 

When we arrived at Peter's house, she kissed my lips softly, whispered a goodnight in my ear and was gone. It was probably a good thing we'd been in a taxi, I wasn't sure I would have let her get out of a car so easily. Riding back to the apartment I missed her company. I went straight to bed, anxious to wake up again in the morning.

I was up at seven and walked into the town to fetch the car, returning to the bar by nine. Since it didn't open until ten however, I had to wait around on the pavement. Hannah was there by nine thirty, wearing the floral sundress from the plane and with her stylish shoulder bag. 

I led her by the hand to the apartment and showed her the bathroom where she could change and from where she emerged wearing her swimming costume and a colourful sarong wrap that covered her from her bust to mid thigh. We went down to the pool and reserved two sun loungers with our towels. 

I pulled off my t-shirt and the shorts that I'd put on over my bathing costume and Hannah seemed to look at me the way I'd been looking at her, another first for me -- a woman lusting after my body. She waited until I was watching her, then she let the sarong fall away, I confess that it wasn't desire on my face this time it was pure indecent lust. Her skimpy, red two piece left little to the imagination, the top just covered her full breasts, the high cut bottoms seemed to emphasise the length of her legs and, in between, the flat muscled stomach showed the results of her work in the gym.




My Portuguese Holiday



I stood watching as she dived into the pool gracefully, swum two lengths and called to me to join her. The pool was warm on my skin when I dived in. She swam so close to me that I couldn't prevent my hands touching her, gently caressing her soft skin. I knew that she was teasing me, but I didn't know just how far I could go without offending her. It was one thing to flirt with each other, but I was having some very salacious thoughts. What I wanted to be doing to her could get me into a lot of trouble if she was not a willing partner. 

As we got out of the pool I was conscious of my now prominent erection, very apparent under my wet trunks. I grabbed my towel and rushed to lay face down on the lounger to dry off in the sun. I just hoped that it would disappear before I had to stand up again. I turned my head to look at her lying on her back next to me. Had we been anywhere private I think I might have had a hard job not jumping on her.

"That's a very pretty swimming costume," I said. It was a weak line but I didn't know what to say. I needed to get a conversation going to see if she just wanted to flirt or if she wanted something more.

"Thank you. I do like the way that you keep complimenting me. It's good to feel like a woman again."

"Well I don't think that there could be any doubt about you being a woman when you're wearing that costume."

"Do you like films?" 

I thought that was a strange question for her to ask. "Some of them, yes."

"How about older films? Ones made before you were born."

"Yes. Were you thinking about any film in particular?" I wondered where this conversation was leading.

"The Graduate."

" Mrs. Robinson, you're trying to seduce me." It was about the only quote I could remember.

"Do you think I'm as attractive as Ann Bancroft?"

"Much more."

"Paul, you lie so smoothly, I can believe anything you say. It does wonders for my ego."

"No Hannah, I mean it. I truly think that you are a very attractive woman."

"Maybe we'd better have a break before we start saying things that'll get us arrested. Have you got any coffee in the apartment?" she asked.

"Sure. Would you like some?"

"Come on. Let's go."

I opened the apartment door to let her in and as I followed I turned to lock the door behind me. When I turned back I was in time to see her unclip the top of her costume and let it drop. I had a moment to see that her breasts were every bit as good as I could have wished before she put her arms around my neck and kissed me, her tongue exploring my mouth. She broke the kiss for a moment.

"I want you" she whispered.

With my arms round a half-naked woman whose voluptuous breasts were pressed against my chest, I wasn't sure I could have stopped myself even if she wanted me to. I stooped and picked her up in my arms. Then without breaking our kiss, I carried her to the bedroom and almost threw her on the bed. 

We kissed greedily almost violently, hands clutching frantically and I ripped at her swimming costume, almost in desperation, to strip it off her. Her efforts to remove my trunks were just as desperate. I wanted to touch all of her at once, her skin felt like soft warm silk. I pushed my hand between our bodies and captured one of those delicious breasts that I had been fantasising about for two days. It was even better than the fantasy, it filled my hand and the large deep pink nipple hardened, stabbing into my palm. 

I had never experienced such wild passion. I could feel her fingernails digging into my back, her teeth were biting my neck and shoulder and she was making feral animal sounds. I grabbed her hair and pulled her head back so that I could possess her mouth with mine once more. Our lips were crushed together and our tongues were fighting furiously. She pulled away, looking into my eyes with a carnal passion.

"Take me. Possess me. Make me yours. Oh dear God. Just fuck me."

When I slid on top of her, she pulled me tightly to her, crushing her breasts against my chest and took me into her. She was voracious and aggressive, her hips bucked hard against me as she tried to force me deeper inside her hot wet sheath. I was desperately trying to touch every inch of her body as we writhed and twisted together. I wanted to feel again the breasts that she had been teasing me with for two days. 

This was not lovemaking, it was furious and passionate sex. I knew that I couldn't hold on much longer, I could feel my climax boiling within me. Just as I exploded into her she had her own climax, screaming my name. We lay afterwards with my arms around her and her head on my chest. I chuckled as the thought of my friend Gerry's warning about practicing safe sex came into my head.

"What are you laughing for?"

"I was remembering a lecture my friend Gerry gave me about always wearing a condom. He thought that I needed some guidance since I'd been married so long."

"Well I don't think you'll be getting me pregnant, and until just now the only man I'd ever been with had been George, and he hadn't touched me in five years. I thought he'd gone off sex but, of course, he'd gone off me."

"Apart from one rather clumsy encounter at university I've only slept with Sherry and I haven't much chance to do that for the last couple of years." I said.

"Well I think we're both pretty safe then." She giggled like a young girl. "God I'm such a wicked woman. Seducing a man young enough to be my son."

"You're not that wicked; I wanted to be seduced. I've had the most terrible lecherous thoughts about you for the last two days." 

She giggled again. "You must have been desperate to have lecherous thoughts about an old woman like me."

"You're not old. Mature maybe but then the mature wines are the best ones."

I fetched us both drinks and we lay talking, the sun shining through the window on our naked bodies, drying the sweat that had made us both slippery as we had coupled. 

I began to caress her back and she ran her hands over my chest tangling her fingers in the hair. Our lips met in a long sensuous kiss and we began again, more languid and gentle this time. We explored each other's bodies with more care, using hands and mouths, taking time over every move, enjoying each sensation. 

We each learned what the other enjoyed, and what they didn't. We changed positions, sometimes her on top, sometimes me. She taught me how to use my mouth and tongue on her vulva, something I had never done before -- something Sherry thought was 'not nice'. The taste was exciting and I knew that I would want to do it a lot more in the future. The fact that this was something that seemed to give her any number of screaming orgasms just enhanced the pleasure. 

Eventually she turned herself around and as I continued to lick and suck on her, she showed me just what I had been missing in the way of oral sex. Her mouth enveloped me and teased me back to hardness. The feel of her tongue as it swirled around the head was beyond description.

When she eventually turned back to pull me on top of her I slipped back into her body and we lay hardly moving, just enjoying the feel of each other. I learned more about a woman's body and how to give and receive pleasure in that one afternoon, than I ever had before. Time had no meaning and it wasn't until we had both climaxed several times that I looked at my watch.

"It's three o'clock! I've never made love for that long before."

"Neither have I. Delicious, wasn't it?" she said.

"Hannah. I ... er ... I think I ... lo ..." 

She put her fingers on my lips. "Ssh. Don't. Paul, my darling, you mustn't expect too much. I'm still old enough to be your mother. Oh I know that you'll protest that age means nothing but I fear that I'm not as strong as you. You've given me so much. You've made me feel like a desirable woman again. You've given me confidence to talk and express my own views. I don't doubt your love for me or mine for you right now. The trouble is if we went home and tried to continue I know that I'd start to lose that again. I'd be certain that you would find a pretty girl your own age and leave me, whether it was true or not. It would be my weakness, my insecurity, my suspicion that would destroy us."

She looked up at me her, head still cradled in my arm and smiled, then said "I'd like us to continue, like today, for the rest of our holiday and then just keep the wonderful memories. If you don't want to though, I'll understand and I won't see you again." 

"I do love you. There, I said it anyway. I understand what you've said and although you're quite right that I don't agree, I'd rather have a holiday romance than not see you at all. If we've only got eleven more days though, I don't want to waste a second. Will you stay here with me for the rest of the holiday?"

"Happily my love. We'll go to Peter and Judith, I'll explain and we'll collect my stuff. Now come on Stud, I'm thirsty and hungry. I'm going to have a shower then we can eat."

She got up and I watched her walk to the en-suite shower room, enjoying looking at the curves of her body and the sensual sway of her hips. I joined her in the shower so it took even longer before we were dressed. After a drink and a snack we drove to Peter and Judith's and I waited whilst Hannah went in. Eventually Judith opened the door and beckoned me in.

"Hello Paul. Sorry Peter's not here at the moment."

"Hello Judith."

"Hannah's told me what she wants to do. I'm sorry to lose a guest but I'm so pleased to see her happy. In fact I think she's happier than I've ever seen her before."

"I can tell you that I feel the same. My only regret is that it will only be for a fortnight."

"I know. Knowing Hannah as well as I do though, I think she's right. She'd have real problems with you as a partner and while she'd never admit it, even to herself, I think her daughter would give both of you a very hard time. I'm afraid young Elizabeth is very narrow minded."

Hannah appeared and while she said goodbye to Judith, I put her suitcases in the car.

Suddenly the days seemed to rush by. Every day was full of love and romance as we explored the coastline walking hand in hand. We swam together in the pool and in the sea even taking a night time dip in the sea, naked, on one occasion. Every night was full of passion. We made love before we went to sleep, every morning when we woke up, in the middle of the night when the desire overtook us and even during the day when the opportunity arose. We learned every inch of each other's bodies, how it felt, what excited and what satisfied us. When we weren't making love we were talking, trying to cram a lifetime of conversation into the little time we had.

In the middle of the holiday, we drove to Granada in Spain. We spent the night in a hotel before visiting the Alhambra palace wandering through the gardens like young lovers, with our arms round each other. We hummed snatches of the Rodrigo guitar concerto that we both loved, and which seemed to fit so well with the gardens.

All too soon the final Friday arrived. We dressed to go out, she wore the white dress that had so captivated me and I was in my open necked shirt and smart trousers. We'd been to the town and found me a comfortable pair of shoes this time. Before we left the apartment I put a solitaire diamond pendant on a gold chain around her neck.

"Oh Darling, it's beautiful. When did you manage to buy it without me seeing?" She was beaming with delight.

"When we were in town. You admired it in the jewellers so I got you to stop at the café next door and when you went to the toilet I ran and got it."

"Now I have nothing for you."

"I'll think of something later."

"You wicked man. I can't wait."

We ate at a candlelit restaurant and for the first time conversation seemed hard. We returned to the apartment and our lovemaking continued for most of the night as though neither of us ever wanted to stop.

When we woke up neither of us could say much. We made love again with even more passion, if that was possible, until we had to get up to go to the airport. 

We drove in silence with her hand resting on my leg. After we returned the hire car and went to check in for our flights, Hannah would not let me go to the check in desk with her. I was not due to fly until two hours after her so she waited until I could check in so that we could go to the departure lounge together. She sent me to the check in desk alone. By then there was only half an hour to her flight. We sat, still silent, holding hands. At last I spoke.

"You know we still don't know each others surnames."

"And that's the way it will stay my love. Neither of us will succumb to the temptation of trying to find the other. I haven't told you where I live and I don't want to know where you live. And just in case you try to ask them, I asked Peter and Judith not to tell either."

"I can't imagine ever being happy again without you."

"You will sweetheart. I didn't think I'd ever be happy again after what George did to me and then you came along. There is someone out there who will make you happy. Just realise that love can be found in unlikely places. Did you really come on holiday expecting passion and romance with a woman who could be your mother?"

"But you're nothing like my mother. You have the body and mind of a woman half your age."

"It's talk like that that makes you so wonderful. If you're truly honest you'll see that love colours your view of me. I will say though that you've made me feel like a teenager for the last two weeks. There aren't words to thank you for what you've given me. I left England an ugly, old woman with no self-belief, no self-confidence and no future. I'm going home an attractive, mature, interesting, intelligent woman, proud of who she is and knowing she can have an exciting future. All of this is because of the way you treated me. The woman who will love you and win your love will be the luckiest woman on earth. I know because for two weeks it was me. Now I must find a man who's at least half as good as you to make me happy for the rest of my life. If I'm even half as happy as I have been with you I shall have no regrets."

I could think of nothing to say. For the first time since we met she had left me truly speechless. Her flight was called and I walked with her to the departure gate where we hugged for the last time.

"Goodbye Paul, my love. Be happy."

"Goodbye" was all I could manage. The lump in my throat felt enormous, choking me. She kissed me for the last time, turned and walked to the doorway without looking back. The man at the desk checked her ticket then she passed through the door and was gone. 

I watched the plane taxi away and take off. As it climbed into the clear blue sky, I couldn't stop the tears running unashamedly down my cheeks. I was still crying two hours later when my plane took off.

*

With grateful thanks to my very good friend EvansLily for all her help and encouragement. The good bits are due to her the errors are mine.

©2008 Tory del Ricoh 



My Post-Holiday Trip



We just got back from a holiday trip. My wife's family lives on the east coast. We live a country away, on the west coast. This is normally fine. My own family is a comfortable distance away, so we don't have to spend a lot of time with either of ours.

Still, since we had been married a couple of years and I had yet to meet her parents, I felt compelled to take this trip between Christmas and the New Year. I have two stepdaughters. I had met the older one and the younger one lived with us while she finished high school. She and I became very close but there had been no "inappropriate behavior" between us, even though I had the feeling that my fantasies were somewhat mutual. Billie is shaped like her mom, nicely rounded. Jan, her sister, is almost too thin. Sherry says she is a replica of what she looked like at Jan's age. I've seen pictures and she is right.

We got off the plane in Baltimore and took the shuttle to the car rental lot. After an hour's drive, we pulled into the driveway of a nice little home. Sherry's parents came out to meet us, despite the chilly air. Her mother is an older version of my wife. If this is what I can look forward to Sherry looking like, I thought, it will be fine. They are short women and plump, but not obese. I've always liked a little more meat on my women than most men.

Alice, my mother, is a little heftier than Sherry, but still attractive at 67. I was not surprised to find myself being hugged by Alice. What surprised me were the nipples that hardened against my chest as she accompanied the hug with a kiss on the cheek. We got our luggage into the house and down the hall to Sherry's old room.

In the living room with a drink, Sherry answered all the usual questions about the trip while I adjusted. I really dislike staying with other people, even my family. I have developed my own routines and it's disconcerting to have them interrupted. Still, being a dutiful husband, I tried my best.

We all stayed up late -- until about midnight, which was three hours earlier to our internal clocks -- and the parents went to bed. Sherry and I had one more drink as we looked through her memorabilia for another hour.

When we did go to bed, it was a special thrill for her to have me fuck her in the same bed where she lost her virginity years before. The best part for me, though, was when I turned her over and tongued her asshole under her parents' roof. Even more exciting was when I pulled her hips up and slid my hard, slippery cock into her butt. We cleaned up and drifted off to sleep.

I awoke in the night with a terrific thirst. I slipped into the robe hanging in the closet. It was one of Sherry's old ones, but it was sort of a unisex terry cloth number. The belt was missing, but I walked through the dark house to the kitchen holding the robe closed. "Not a creature was stirring, etc., etc." At least that was what I thought.

In the kitchen, I turned on the dim light over the stove and opened cabinets until I located a glass. Since there was nobody else around, I wasn't too concerned about my partial nudity. I had just tipped up the second glass of cold water when I heard a noise behind me. I turned around to find Alice standing in the doorway.

She smiled and came into the room. Her eyes drifted down and I remembered the missing belt. Her smile told me she wasn't offended, however. I discreetly pulled the sides of the robe closed and felt my face heat up. She, however, just smiled at me and got her own glass for a drink.

"Don't be embarrassed Jerry," she said as she drew her water. "I've seen my share of naked men before. It's been a while though."

I thanked her nervously but still held the robe closed. We sat at the kitchen table and made a little small talk. As we sat there, I noticed for the first time that she was wearing a much thinner robe than the one I wore. It wasn't sheer, but it was clear that she was as nude as I was underneath. She had a belt for her robe, but it was designed to show a fair amount of cleavage even when it was tied closed. For a woman her age, Alice's breasts stood surprisingly high. I wondered if she had had work done on them. I was surprised to feel my dick twitch as I glanced at the open vee of her robe. Then I realized that the gap in our ages was only slightly more than that between her daughter's and me. I looked at her again with a new appreciation.

I finished my water and rose to put the glass on the counter. Alice came over behind me to put hers beside mine. As she leaned forward beside me, her robe opened a little more and I got a view of her left breast. Her nipple was hard. She put her hand on my back for balance, just where it met my ass. My dick was definitely responding by then and I wanted to beat a hasty retreat. She had to hug me goodnight again, though, and she kind of chuckled when she felt my growing erection. She pushed her hips against it and said in a quiet voice, "Thanks for that. Sherry said you were a great lover. With equipment like this, I can see why." My face burned in embarrassment, but she just turned and swayed her way back down the hall to her room. My dick just got harder.

Back in our room, I spooned up against Sherry's sleeping form, burying my cock between her butt cheeks. She grumbled, but didn't wake up. We had cleaned up after our sex, but there was still a little slickness between her cheeks from the lube I'd used for her ass. I gently slid my cock up and down between her fleshy cheeks and thought about Alice. When I felt my orgasm, I pushed the tip of my cock down between Sherry's thighs and came right in her crotch. Maybe it was a dirty trick, but it felt great. Besides, I knew that Sherry wouldn't mind waking up with a sticky crotch.

In the morning I was the first one up. Ben, Sherry's dad had explained to me where the coffee and filters were, so I made the coffee. I'd worked my way through most of the pot by the time he made his appearance. We chatted a while until Alice made her appearance. She was wearing the same robe as during the night (I had opted for some sweat pants and a tee-shirt). In the morning light I could see that it really was thin. Still, as she moved around making some scrambled eggs, I could still se that she was naked beneath it.

I went and roused my wife just before the plates hit the table. She grumbled, but got up. We ate and adjourned to the living room. After a half hour or so, Sherry told me I could take a shower if I wanted to. I did, especially since I was wearing the residue of my masturbation during the night.

I was under the steamy spray when the door opened and Sherry joined me in the shower. We played around a while before she said, "I noticed that I must have "leaked" a lot during the night. Or is there something you want to tell me?"

"Well, I woke up and got a drink. Your mom was thirsty, too. We talked a few minutes and went back to bed. When I got there, you were so warm and sexy that I just couldn't help myself. Rather than waking you, I just used your ass crack to rub against." As I told her, my soapy fingers were duplicating the motions I'd made with my cock. She pressed her wet body against me and parted her legs to give me better access.

"Mmm...well, you could have woken me up. I'm always ready for you. But was it talking to Mom that got you excited?"

"I know, but I got what I wanted. About your mom...well, she did kind of come on to me...a little." My finger found her anus and probed a little bit. She bit the side of my neck and purred. We played a bit more but rinsed and got out when we felt the hot water running out. We dried each other and went to the bedroom to dress.

The first thing I put on was a tee shirt. Sherry slapped my bare ass and said, "I'd better not catch you sneaking off to the basement with Mom."

"Well, the situation wouldn't exist if you hadn't bragged about me to the whole world," I said.

"Oh, I only told her...and the girls...and Walt, of course." Walt was the ex-husband. I didn't mind her tweaking him a little, but the news that she'd told her daughters was interesting.

Later that day her daughters arrived from Florida. Jan is engaged and living with her fiancé there. She is in graduate school at the university. Billie had started school there and was living with them. We drove back to BWI to pick them up. When Jan came out of the security area she practically threw herself at her mother. Billie smiled and wrapped me in a more reserved hug. Without thinking, I slid my hand down to pat her butt and then just left my hand there. It was just a loving gesture, not -- at least consciously -- a sexual one. She cleared her throat pointedly. I realized what I'd done and quickly removed my hand. I apologized, but she just laughed and shook her head. "Same old Jerry," she said.

Then it was my turn for Jan's hug. I managed to refrain from feeling her ass, but the nipples on her tiny tits poked me in the chest. Jan had come to visit us a couple of times. We had only begun to get to know each other, but we'd spoken a lot on the phone -- mostly about her mother -- so I felt like I knew her somewhat. I know I liked the way she felt in my arms. I'd had masturbation fantasies about both girls but I knew they were just that -- fantasies. I certainly believed that nothing would ever come of them.

We got back to the grandparents' house and it was family reunion time. I took my book and retired to the living room while they all sat in the kitchen and got caught up. I didn't mind. In fact, I enjoyed any time I could steal for myself. After a while, Billie came in and sat next to me on the couch. I put my book aside and put my arm over her shoulder. She hugged me and rested her head on my chest. She is a very affectionate girl. We'd shared back rubs while she lived with us. It was common when she was living with us for her to just come up behind me and wrap her arms around me for a hug. Sometimes I had the feeling, as I said, that if she'd lived with us longer something might have happened between us. I was both relieved and disappointed when she left for college in Florida. I was never sure what I'd have done if she had opened that door.

We talked about school and the couple of dates she'd had during those first months of her freshman year. I was surprised that I felt glad when I heard that both guys had been disappointments to her. I knew that was an irrational thought, but I felt it, nevertheless. She turned around and rested on her back, her head on my thigh. She took my hand in hers and played with the fingers as we continued to talk. She seemed unaware of it when she let go with one hand and just held my hand with one of hers, resting it right between her large breasts. It was actually about halfway on the near one. I wasn't unaware of it, however. My cock began to respond under her head.

I couldn't let things go on much longer. I flexed my fingers and Billie suddenly seemed to realize what she'd done. She moved our hands away from her tit and sat up, blushing. "We're all going to a movie this afternoon," she told me. I'd heard the plans being formulated in the kitchen. Before the trip, I had volunteered my services as cook for the duration of our stay, though. It was late enough in the day that I knew I'd have to stay home and start dinner. I told Billie that and she was disappointed.

When the rest of the family came into the room and started putting on their coats, I told Sherry I couldn't go with them and still have dinner on the table at a reasonable time (she had told me that, at 75, her dad was a creature of habit and they normally ate no later than 6PM). She accepted that and gave me a hug with her thanks. About then, Jan spoke up.

"You know, I'm pretty worn out from staying up so late last night and the flight. I think I'll skip the movie, too." Sherry was disappointed, but said she understood. So the other four of them went off to the theater.

After they left I went to the kitchen. It was too early to start cooking, but I was thinking I could do the prep work. Jan followed me out and took a seat at the table. "I thought you'd want to take a nap," I said. "Not that I mind your company, though."

"I'm not that tired," she admitted. I looked at her. She was looking back at me steadily. I suggested she get us a couple of beers. I was thinking I might need one. She popped the tops on one for each of us and sat at the table while I continued to slice mushrooms. "I really stayed home to get some time alone with you," she said after a few minutes. I was puzzled, but flattered that my stepdaughter wanted to get to know me better.

"Great!" I said. "It's about time we got to know each other a little better. Your mom tells me almost everything you tell her, so I know pretty much what's going on with you. That's not the same as actually talking to a person, though."

"No, you're right about that. Speaking of Mom, she tells me a lot about you guys, too." I already knew that, remembering the morning conversation with my wife. "Has Mom told you much about Joey and me?" she asked.

I wasn't sure where she was going with that so I just said, "She hasn't said much about Joey. Most of what she's said is just about you. You know, she's kept me updated on your grades and your job and stuff."

"Then you don't know what a lousy lover he is?" I almost dropped the knife, but I think I managed to maintain a noncommittal expression. We didn't seem to be talking about ourselves yet. I was waiting for that more comfortable part of the conversation.

"Um...no, she hasn't mentioned that. What seems to be the problem? It certainly can't be a lack of attraction to you." She smiled at the compliment and shook her head.

"He's just not hung very well. Also, he's not too interested in oral sex. When I can get him to go down on me, it's pretty brief. Of course, he loves blow jobs. He just doesn't seem to be interested in returning the favor."

I shook my head. Since she was being so open about things I loosened up a little bit. "That's my favorite part of sex -- giving, that is, not receiving." Jan got to her feet and came over to stand next to me, leaning her butt against the counter.

"That's what Mom said. In fact..." she hesitated then. I felt the hairs on the back of my neck rise. Somehow I knew what she was going to say. "In fact, that was part of the reason I wanted to stay home." I looked at her. She wouldn't meet my eyes, however. I guessed she needed a little prompting.

"Okay, can you explain that a little more?" Then she did look at me. I saw that she was blushing. In my mind I was frantically trying to decide whether I'd really go through with this. God knew I wanted to, but I'm married to her mother, for Christ's sake! Not only would it be adultery, it would be something like incest -- maybe step-incest.

She seemed to be trying to see into the little hole in her beer can. "I'm horny as hell, Jerry. I really, really, REALLY need a good licking and fucking." Her cheeks continued to blaze bright red as she said it, but she raised her head and looked me straight in the eye. I had to decide, and quickly. My dick knew what it wanted. It was straining against my jeans already.

I picked up my beer and took a long pull on it, delaying opening my mouth. I could almost feel the miniature devil and angel on either shoulder. "She's your stepdaughter," said the angel. "She's a beautiful, young, horny woman who wants your cock!" said the devil. The argument raged on as I tried to speak.

Before I could formulate any sentence -- whether of acceptance or refusal -- Jan moved in. She pressed herself against me, her hand sliding down my belly to grip the bulge in my pants. Then she pulled my head down and kissed me. Her tongue was an eel in my mouth as she swabbed it around. My arms went around her and the decision was made.

She broke the kiss and grinned at me. Without another word, she took my hand and dragged me down the hall to the room she was sharing with her sister. Once in the bedroom, she stripped her shirt off over her head. She wasn't wearing a bra. I had already noticed that, of course, but seeing her little mounds was a delight. The nipples were almost as big as the rest of her breasts. They pointed straight at my mouth. I had a ridiculous picture of them standing on their little individual islands and waving at me for rescue.

I sat on the bed. She seemed puzzled that I wasn't getting naked too, but that didn't stop her. Sherry had already informed me that both her daughters shaved their pubic hair -- just like their Mom -- so I wasn't surprised at its absence. I reached for her and she moved in between my legs. Her height was perfect for me to reach her nipples with my lips. I spent some time sucking them and caressing her skinny little butt. She sighed and when I glanced up I saw that she had her eyes closed. She was smiling. I popped the nipple out of my mouth and gave her ass a sharp swat. She jerked and let out a little, "Ouch!" I moved her to one side and pulled her down on the bed.

I leaned back and rolled over. I wanted to rip my clothes off and plow into her but I knew if we were going to do this it had to be special. I kissed her again as my hand played over her smooth young body. I tweaked her nipples and slid my hand down her flat belly to her hip. I deliberately skipped her crotch, despite the fact that she spread her legs as my hand approached. Part of being a good lover is teasing sometimes. Anticipation works wonders.

I squeezed each of her thighs and trailed my fingers back up the inside. She gave a snort of frustration as I again avoided touching her cunt. I went back to sucking her nipples. A few minutes later I caught both her hands and raised them over her head. I lowered my mouth as if to do her tit again. I surprised her by detouring and flattening my tongue in the hollow of her armpit. She gasped and writhed -- and not because it tickled. I knew she was having a mini-orgasm. She clamped her thighs tight together and shuddered. I looked up to find her eyes gaping wide open. "Nobody has ever done that!" she whispered hoarsely. I smiled and leaned over to do the other side. Again she writhed, but the element of surprise was gone. The pleasure remained, however. She growled out, "I like it!"

I sat up and slid to my knees beside the bed. Seizing her hips, I pulled her to the edge of the bed. Her quick inhalation told me she knew what I was going to do. She helped by opening her thighs wide and propping her heels on the mattress. I marveled at her flexibility. Her scent was erotic. There's no better perfume on earth -- or anywhere else, I'm sure -- than the smell of an aroused female. I'm sure males of all species feel the same way. I dipped my head and blew lightly on her swollen, glistening flesh. She rocked her hips back and opened herself farther with her fingers. I heard a hissing, "Yesss..."

I kissed all around her slit without actually touching it. The several levels of her were engorged and inflamed with the hot blood rushing there. She was going nuts. It was almost perfect, I thought. I say "almost" because I knew I wouldn't be able to hold out much longer. I had to taste her. When I placed a light kiss right on those lips she stiffened. I stuck my tongue out and slid it up the center gently. She bucked, trying to feel more, but I was ready. I wanted to control this. She was going to have several orgasms before my cock ever left my pants.

Finally, in response to her pleading and groaning, I slipped my tongue inside her. She was sweet and wet. I sucked at her tender tissues and she finally let out a growl of pleasure. I was to learn that Jan growled, just like her mother groaned loud when she was in the throes of pleasure. I took her surprisingly large clit between my lips and feathered my tongue rapidly against it. She came hard then. I felt the increased flow of her juices in my mouth. I suspected that she might be one of those women who might ejaculate when they came especially hard. I hoped she was.