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Patience

By: Seeker196



Coming up behind you, pulling aside your beautiful strawberry curls and nibbling softly at the base of your neck, his tongue lightly reaches out to caress the smooth skin as he travels up to your ear lobe where he gently nips at the sensitive spot as his arms encircle you to pull you close to him as he listens to the small gasps and moans you are starting to emit.

As you melt back into his arms, and your arms encircle his, you feel a wave of relaxation start spreading across your body, your mind is racing, questioning you with things like "Oh god, how can he know me so well already", "I feel so safe, so totally at ease with him, why is he different than all the rest", "It's almost as if he can look right inside me and SEE what I need!"

That beautiful warm glow is now surging through you, your entire body is turning into one huge erogenous zone and you back up into him harder and start to grind your beautiful cheeks into him finding him hard and ready for you already. His hands have not been idle, they are tracing lightly up and down the sides of your body, touching ever so lightly everywhere before setting there sights on your hyper sensitive breasts.

As he traces over the outside of each breast, you shudder and the most beautiful soft moan escapes your lips, Your body remembers his touch, his lips and tongue and the wonderful way he could use them, how he brought you such pleasure, How he knew when to give pain, and when to take advantage of your submissive nature. “Oh! I am already drenched! If this keeps Up I will soak through my panties AGAIN!”

His hands reach up to cup your breasts, his fingers finding your distended nipples, hard and ready for his touch, as his arms encircle you, each taking a nipple between a his thumb and forefinger, he twists lightly, tracing the tip of his finger lightly over to very tip and then squeezes HARD, hard enough you gasp and Moan loudly as your knees buckle at the intense pain surging through your breasts heading straight to your clitoris where the little nub begins vibrating in concert to his touch.

Ooooooooo Uummmmmmmm “you think that he might just be able to make you cum by playing with your body, never even touching your overheated pussy” “UUUmmmmmmm Ohhh Baby! That feels Sooooo good”

As his hands leave your breasts, he unbuttons your blouse to reveal your lacy bra which he is pleased to find fastens in the front, he releases the catch and your ample bosom spills out of the lacy undergarment as his warm hands return to cup and fondle them in the flesh.

He cups them gently and traces his fingers around the areola, circling inward toward your distended nipple. As his fingers trace lightly over your nipple, touching ever so lightly he whispers in your ear "Does My little girl like this?" You reply, in almost a whisper “Oh yes! It feels so good!" As he slips the blouse and brassiere from your lightly freckled shoulders and lets them drop to the floor, he then unbuttons your skirt letting that fall in a pool around your ankles where you stepped out of them leaving you in a pair of matching panties that accentuate your beautifully full hips.

Spinning you around and pulling your lips to his, he tenderly kisses you as his hands travel down to fondle the luscious globes of you ass, pulling you to him tightly as you feed him your tongue. As his hands work there magic, he can hear you start moaning into his mouth as your hips begin to grind themselves into his.

His hands travel up your back, following your spine and touching ever so lightly, traveling up to your neck where he traces along your jawbone and down to that very sensitive spot where your collarbone meets your beautiful neck. Removing his lips from yours he now traces the route his hands had followed, lightly kissing and licking his way down your neck, first to one side, and then the other causing you to shiver and emit small mewing moans as he works. “Ohhhhh, That’s so good”.

Traveling lower, his hands lead the way as they lightly trace the outlines of your ample breasts, lightly touching the sides and tracing the outline of your silver dollar sized areola with his fingers before replacing them with his tongue. His attentions are not going without notice as he purposely avoids your rock hard nipples, he is cupping your breasts in both hands now, tracing his tongue along an inward spiraling circle toward your nipple, and with nothing but his hot breath to touch you, he is gone, moved over to the other, starting the process all over again.

As he circles inward, he lightly traces his tongue over your nipple, lightly touching, circling and teasing the hard nub of pleasure before abruptly sucking it into his scalding hot mouth and applying moderate suction and light nips from his teeth as he listens to the sharp intake and long low moan from you and he giggles inwardly. “OOOmmmmm, Ohhhhhh that feels so good, Ohhhh don’t stop, please” comes from her in that small soft voice of hers.

As she is holding his head to pull him tightly to her bosom, he releases her nipple from his teeth and begins lightly flicking his tongue over the very tip, so lightly, so quickly, unlike anything she has ever felt before and the shivers turn to shudders, her body has connected all the nerves in her nipple directly to her clitoris, and everything he is doing to her nipple feels like it is happening directly on her clit.

Then his free hand takes her other nipple between his thumb and forefinger and begins twisting, first lightly, then with an ever-increasing pressure as his tongue does its magic on its sister.

Suddenly, with no warning, she feels her pussy clamp down and that wonderful white hot heat radiates throughout her body emanating from her clitoris as she erupts in orgasm, her knees buckle and she wails out her song of pleasure as she grips his head to her to keep from falling. OOOOMMmmmmmooooooooOOOOOOOO AAIIeeeeeee Ooooohh YES! Throwing her arms around him and pulling his lips to her own, kissing him passionately and then exclaims “How did you do that!, you never even touched my pussy and I came so hard! Oh god, NOONE has ever even come close to doing that, look at me! I’m drenched, and it's running down the inside of my thighs!”

Chuckling inwardly, I vow never to reveal my secrets, and wonder just how much trouble you will be in once that magic tongue of mine is latched directly onto your clitoris and vulva. I place my hands on your shoulders and lower you to your knees, where you are staring at the tenting in my boxers, caused by my pleasuring your voluptuous body.

Cooing you reach out and say "Ohhh My, did I cause this?” Reaching up to pull down my boxers, as the elastic passes my hard cock it springs out to greet you. You're deep blue eyes light up as you look at what pleasuring you has done to me. Shyly you reach out and grasp the hard shaft with your cool hand, running your hand from base to tip causing a drop of pre cum to ooze out and sit invitingly, waiting for you. Your tongue extends and lightly retrieves the tangy nectar and you then begin to lightly run your tongue along the sensitive underside of my cock before you take the hard shaft and suck it into your hot mouth until it has bottomed out and my pubes are tickling your nose.

As you apply suction and start to withdraw, my knees start to buckle at the glorious sensations you are causing in my body. As you reach the tip, you begin swirling your tongue stud quickly along the underside of my cock, causing me to moan out loud. 

Removing your mouth you begin to tongue the underside of my cock again as you hand takes my hardness and begins to jack it slowly. As you tongue travels lower and lower you raise my meat out of the way and continue lower to work on my balls, running your tongue over them lightly, kissing them, lifting them with your tongue testing there weight and fullness.

And then one of my balls is being sucked into your scalding mouth, the warm sensation is only overcome by that delectable tongue of yours as it moves your newfound toy from one side of your mouth to the other, deliciously dragging my testicle over that porcelain ball embedded in your tongue. Groaning in ecstasy, my knees do try and buckle this time as you leave one testicle and move to the other and your hand returns to its slow jacking of my cock.

Reluctantly I grab your curls and gently pry you from your newfound treat. Giggling lightly you release me and begin tonguing your way up my body, stopping at my sensitive nipples and bring them to an ever more aroused state as you torment them both.

Grabbing your hand I lead you up to the bedroom, once there I take a scarf and blindfold your eyes and remove your panties, noticing that you are indeed totally drenched! Taking several more scarves, I bind your hands and feet and push you down on the bed face down with your head and feet hanging over the sides. Then I wait quietly as I prepare several items I have brought to pleasure you with today and quietly retrieve several of your favorite toys from your toy box.

After a very short time I hear “What are you doing?” and I reply “Shhh Sweety, be quiet” and continue to sit quietly by her side waiting. This time after a few minutes she starts turning her head side to side, trying to hear me and then raises her hands to her blindfold and starts to lift it.

CRACK! My hand descends on her right cheek smartly, accompanied by a loud yelp from her. “You know better! I see we have to work on your patience some more don’t we?” “I’m Sorry, it wont happen again!” she replies as I admire my work turning crimson red in the form of my hand on her ass. “We will see about that tonight my sweet, we will learn much about each other and you will learn patience”

“You may talk now if you want, but you are not allowed to move from this spot, and you are not allowed to CUM with out my permission, Understand?”

“Yes”

Standing I move from the bed and around to her feet, admiring the luscious view of her ample ass and delicious pussy peeking out below just dripping its honey already. Taking a makeup brush, I start lightly brushing her feet and legs, touching ever so softly as I travel up her legs to her ass and back down again as she squirms from the light touch. 

Running the brush lightly over her toes and the soles of her feet as she squeals and squirms before returning up her legs where I brush lightly along her inner thighs and over her shaved pussy lips amid more squeals that then Moans of pleasure as each little brush hair drags slowly over her distended clitoris peeking out from under its hood. Slowly, deliciously I torment her clitoris with the feathery touch of the brush as her hips start to thrust and twitch every time a brush hair drags its feathery touch over her clit. Her breathing is rapid and shallow, as she gasps and moans to my touch telling me “Ohhhhhh no, I cant, Ohhhhhhhhh Ummmmmmm I need to come baby, can I come now?”

“No, you must wait”

Applying the brush with more force, her back arches up and tries to pull away from the tantalizing brush now, her body convulsing in conflict as half her being tries to make her CUM and the other half tries to rob her body of that pleasure. “I Ohhh I I I cant hon, Ohhhh Ohhh Please let me cum I need it so bad..Ohhhhh” At the very last moment I abruptly stop and tell her to roll over as she slumps to the bed temporally drained from fighting her body. I am blessed with a vision of beauty as her ample breasts come into view, her perky nipples already hard and begging for attention. 

Starting at her face, I run the brush over her forehead, down brushing her ears and over her sensuous lips as she groans at my touch. Moving down to the hollow of her neck, I lightly touch with the brush and then lower, down her neck to the top of her cleavage, and over and around her breasts circling ever closer to her nipples.

As I pass the brush over one nipple unexpectedly, a sharp intake of breath accompanies her arching her back to try and make the contact harder. Running the soft bristles lightly over her nipple I reach down with the other hand and start twisting the other nipple with increasing pressure, sending conflicting signals to her over stimulated brain. Her breathing is very rapid and I can see her pussy start to contract and say "Remember, you are NOT to CUM" Her moans turn into a loud groan as her eyes open wide and she realizes she is so close, and now has to stop herself from cumming.

"Noooo Please baby, don’t tease me any more, PLEASE Let me cum!" she pleads as I release her nipple and move the brush over to sooth the twisted nipple. "No my sweet, you must learn patience remember and we have yet to begin you lesson and already you are asking for me to finish you off, You had a ver hard CUM downstairs and that should be enough for now”

Reaching into her toy box I retrieve a small vibrator and turning it on, slide it effortlessly into her as she bucks her hips up to greet me. "I have to go down stairs to get some items, this should keep you occupied while I am gone. And remember I WILL KNOW if you cum!"

Gritting her teeth, a fading groan is all I hear as I head downstairs to retrieve my pack of goodies I have brought for her. Returning to her quietly, I am pleased to see that I could have stomped up the stairs and she would not have noticed. Lying on the bed with her bound legs splayed wide, her back arched into the air and her nipples have grown to almost an inch! She is positively vibrating in an effort not to cum as I switch off the vibrator.

"Oooooohhhhhhh" as she slumps back to the bed, exhausted and frustrated she pleads again "PLEASE I need to CUM, just a little bit hon, Please?" 

"Wait my precious, you will have to earn that" Moving to her head, I reach down and caress her face, tracing her jaw lightly touching her lips. As my finger traces past her lips, they part and her tongue darts out to lick my finger, and then those lips suck my finger into her hot mouth where her tongue swirls around the digit treating it like a cock. Removing my finger, I reach into my bag and remove a strawberry and place it to her lips, she inhales, and then tentatively reaches out with her tongue to feel the texture of the ripe fruit. Taking a bite, she smiles and says "Mmmmmm, Oh that is delicious" As she finishes the first I grab a nice grape, feeding it to her in the same fashion.

Next I dip a strawberry in chocolate sauce, letting the sauce drip down on to her lips before feeding her the fruit. 

Next comes some ripe melon traced along her sensuous lips as her tongue darts out and tries to figure out what it is before it gets slowly fed to her. Moaning at the delicious treats she is receiving I can see that she has calmed down and I decide that the time has come to resume our training. My lips press to hers, my tongue traces along her upper lip and sneaks inside her mouth to toy with hers. Standing I take my cock and trace it along her lips, she is trying to identify what it is and as her tongue touches the head and she tastes my pre cum she starts purring and opens her mouth to receive me.

Placing the head of my cock on her tongue, she inhales the tasty treat and begins running her tongue along the underside and applying suction as it becomes harder and harder. Removing my cock from her mouth I apply some chocolate sauce and return it to her lips. Her tongue darts out and tastes the chocolate and inhales my cock again, this time running right down to the base and slowly retreating as she applies suction causing my knees to weaken and a small groan to escape my lips. Reluctantly I remove my now hard member from her lips and reach down to turn the vibrator still lodged in her pussy back on.

A sharp intake of breath tells me that the vibrator has started and taking my hard cock I slap first one side and then the other of her face as she tries to capture my cock and return it to her mouth. I then reach down and grasping both nipples begin rolling them between my thumb and forefingers as I watch her reaction. Her body is writhing in conflict as the vibrator and the pleasure I am applying to her nipples brings her back to the very edge of having an orgasm and she begins to plead with me again.

"I need it so bad, please…." 

"Not yet" is my reply

"UmmmmmmOOOOOoooooooooooo I'm so close, I don’t know if I can hold back"

Reaching down to remove the vibrator I reply "Wait"

Moving to her pussy, I lift her legs and spread her to gaze on the most beautiful pussy I have ever seen. Taking my tongue I begin running it lightly around her outer lips and across the top lightly brushing her clitoris as I pass by. Her Hips rise to meet me in an effort to keep my contact with her very hard and sensitive joy button, but I move on and this time placing my tongue at the very button of her begin slowly licking upward, letting my tongue enter her sweet honey pot and exit only to stop short of touching her clitoris.

Her body is vibrating again in an effort to stop her cum and her moaning is almost constant, intermixed with whimpers and more pleadings. Taking her clitoris into my mouth I place the flat of my tongue lightly against it and begin making a fluttering motion with it. Immediately her hips rise off the bed and I can hear "NNNnnnnnnnnggggggg Ohhhhhh Ttthats INFUCKINGCREDABLE OOOhhhhhhhhh BABY I Need to cum Sssooooooo bad, please NnnnNGnnnnnn oOOHhhhhhhhh'

Releasing her clit momentarily I tell her that she has earned the right to cum and may begin anytime as her reward and place my tongue back on her clitoris. As soon as I begin fluttering my tongue, her moans turn into a long loud wail or ecstasy as she rushes over the edge and begins to CUM HARD!

Oooooo YESS! OoooMmmmmmmIIIIIIAAIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE" 

I continue to administer to her, rewarding her multiple times for learning how to be patient, One after another Orgasm washes over her body as I keep playing with her clit, After 5 or 6 good hard CUMS, I release her clitoris. As she groans at me stopping, I grab her legs roll her over on to her stomach again. Grasping her hips I pull her ass into the air, slide in behind her and slide my rock hard cock right into her steaming pussy till it bottoms out as she wails out another orgasm at my hard cock spreading her and traveling deep into her depths. I start out with a steady slow rhythm and my hands mold themselves to her perfectly shaped hips and ass. Moaning almost constantly, I can feel her tight pussy rhythmically clamping down on my cock as she cums several more times.

As my little strawberry girl is moaning softly to my hard thrusts I raise my hand and bring it down HARD on her ass, adding to the crimson handprint already there, this is met with a loud squeal and an even deeper moan as her pussy clamps even harder on my cock as I fuck her from behind. 

" Oh so my little slut likes getting her ass spanked do you?" 

"Mmmmm oh yes, fuck me harder, I've been a bad little girl! FUCK ME HARD NOW!" 

I stop my thrusting, and ask her quietly " was that a suggestion, or an order?"

"FUCK ME HARD! I NEED IT SOOO BAD, FUCK ME NOW!"

My hand descends on her ass, right where her cheeks meet her legs and her moan turns into a squeal as I say " That sounded like an order to me, I guess we have NOT shown you how to be patient yet!"

SLAP, SLAP! "Ow!, no, Im sorry" CRACK!, CRACK, CRACK "OOOOOOOoooooo No Ill be good, please don’t, Ohhhhh, so good, Ummmmmm, I'm sorry I will be good".

Her ass is glowing bright red, and each time I lay a hand on her ass that tight pussy has been just rippling up and down my cock, almost making me cum without even moving in her.

Grabbing a bottle of lube from her night table I lube up her ass and insert a finger into her super tight channel. "OOOOOhhhhhhhhhhMmmmmmmmm" she moans as I work my finger in and out of her asshole to loosen her up and make her ready for me. "Hmmm I see my little slut likes getting her asshole fingered doesn't she" My answer is a moan as she tries to shove even more of my finger up her ass.


Patience



Simon's hands automatically went to my waist, slipping low to cup my ass in his palms. I'd already pushed him past the point of no return, but he was still trying to reclaim control of the situation, feebly asserting his authority.

"Amy—we can't," he said. "We said we wouldn't." 

Even if there had been conviction in his voice, the presence of his hands on my ass and the way his mouth opened against mine, his hot breath filling my mouth, made his true feelings clear. I felt a little guilty for pushing him, but not enough to stop.

I moved my hand between us and ran my palm over the bulge in his trousers. I could tell by the size that he wasn't entirely erect, but I knew it wouldn't take long, not with the way the tension had been building all afternoon. He moved his mouth to my neck and pressed his lips to my skin, his breathing deep and desperate as I traced the outline of his thickening penis with my fingers. 

"Amy," he groaned, "We can't do this here."

"It's been a whole week. Don't you miss me?"

"Of course I do," he said softly. "But..."

"I can't stop thinking about you," I whispered into his ear. I ran my fingers up to his belt and felt my way across the waistband, slipping the leather from the belt loop, the metal tongue from the slot, drawing the strap through. I made sure my mouth was close enough to his ear that he'd feel the percussion of my words even at a whisper. "I can't stop thinking about your cock."

"Oh Amy." He sounded distressed, but a moment later I could hear the smile in his voice. "You're shameless."

The belt undone, I struggled with the button on his trousers, moving my other hand to assist, and in a few seconds I had made room for my hand, room to draw his penis from the confines of his briefs, room to wrap my fingers around the shaft, noting again that he wasn't entirely erect yet.

"I know," I said. I drew back to look at him and grinned. I could tell I had him now.

He gasped when I ran my fingers up and down the length of his cock lightly, letting them reach low enough to stroke his scrotum briefly.

"Amy—" There was alarm in his voice. "What if Angela—"

"Shh. We might never get a chance like this again." I returned my mouth to his ear and kissed it, allowing my tongue to make the briefest contact with his earlobe. "Just let me suck your cock."

I felt him sigh, a blast of hot breath on my neck, and I pressed him backward until his shoulders touched the closed door behind him. I drew away, dropping to my knees, his cock still in my hand, now fully erect and oozing precum.

He watched me position myself. He looked a little frustrated and I felt guilty again—I knew I wasn't being fair to him, but I knew he'd forgive me as soon as I had him between my lips. I smiled up at him, extended my tongue, and ran it from the base of his cock up to the tip. One long, slow stroke. 

"Oh God," he breathed. I saw his hands clench at his sides.

I returned to the base, holding him lightly in my hand, and repeated my ascent with careful slowness, this time letting my tongue move in waves as I moved higher. His fists clenched tighter.

I licked my way back down then, and tilted my head, turning it so I could close my lips around the base of his penis, sucking lightly for a second before I moved back to the tip once more, pausing to run my tongue over the sensitive triangle of nerves below the head, delighting in the way his whole body tensed as I did. I licked up the drop of precum and swirled my tongue all around the head, raising my eyes again to check his expression. He managed a tortured smile. I smiled back and closed my lips tight around the fat head of his dick, sucking gently.

I wanted to go slow, to explore and savor the way it felt as his cock slid over my tongue, but our time was limited and I wanted him to come. I knew a sudden expression of enthusiastic lust would turn him on even faster, so I moved my hand over his shaft and kept my lips tight, turning my head and taking more of him inside me, my mouth spiraling down, my tongue curled tight against his swollen flesh.

"God..." Simon groaned and I looked up to see his eyes wide and excited. "Damn."

I swirled my head back up, then down again, all the time stroking him with one hand. I knew he'd come quickly like this—he always did—quickly and hard. He watched, wide-eyed, entranced, as I made my way up and down, my tongue holding him in a rigid curve, my lips tight, head moving back and forth as I fed him into my mouth. His breathing got quicker and he swore again, his fists opening and closing at his sides a few times before he moved them to gently touch my face.

I varied the pressure of my mouth and focused on stroking his shaft, all too aware of how how little time we had, but I could feel him getting closer. He stroked my hair, breathing faster, and watched me with unwavering attention.

I drew my mouth off, letting the fat head of his cock pop from my lips. He gasped and smiled. I met his eyes and stroked him, moving away just slightly so I could angle his cock directly toward my mouth. He was close. I knew it wouldn't take much, and I knew just how to push him over the edge.

"Come in my mouth," I said quietly just before I closed my lips around the head again.

"Oh God, Amy—" His hands tightened in my hair for a moment and he groaned as I pushed myself forward, consciously relaxing as he went deeper and deeper into my mouth. "Oh God."

I drew back, let the head pop from my lips again, took a breath, and took him deep once more. I closed my eyes and found a comfortable rhythm, holding the base of his cock tight in my fingers, cupping his balls in my other hand, and bobbed against him, the head of his cock meeting my unwilling throat, keeping it just on the edge of gagging, and thrilling to the wet sounds as my mouth filled with saliva I didn't stop to swallow.

"Oh God, honey, are you sure?" Simon gasped above me, his voice strained.

I couldn't answer, but I opened my eyes and met his, adjusting my posture so his cock would go just a fraction of an inch deeper.

"Amy..." his expression was a mix of lust, gratitude, and awe. He was breathing hard, closer and closer to losing control. "Oh God, you're so goddamned sexy."

I smiled around his cock, drew back a little, and focused on stroking him, one hand on his shaft, the other curled around his tight balls. I loved this moment—just before he came, just before the last thread of his dignified, proper, respectable persona snapped and his animal lust emerged to push him, growling, into a momentary lapse of blind need. 

"I'm gonna come," he gasped. "Oh God." He panted, his face screwing up slightly, his voice rising higher in pitch, his lungs refusing him more air. "Amy, honey...I'm going to come."

I readied myself, closing my eyes again to focus on what I knew was about to happen. I felt his thighs tense, his whole body followed, and then I felt his cock jump at the base where I held him, a moment later my mouth was flooded. He made a noise like he was in pain and then swore as I quickly swallowed his cum. I stroked him steadily and opened my mouth, looking up to see him watching as another stream filled my mouth, coating my tongue. Another strong pulse. I felt the gooey thickness on my tongue and lips, and had to swallow again. 

"Oh fuck," he growled, "that's fucking sexy." 

One more jump of his cock and he whined in a piteous way and pushed forward. I let him bury himself as deep as he wanted while his cock continued to empty, his orgasm slowly ebbing.

I struggled to swallow and he drew back, groaning, and pulled me to my feet. He crushed his mouth to mine, his breath still fast, and drove his tongue between my lips. I met him eagerly, knowing he wanted to taste his own cum inside my mouth.

We kissed for a few seconds and I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him tight against me.

"Oh Amy, when you look at me—with your lips around my cock—when you take me that deep—oh God, you make me come so hard." He trailed kisses over my face, his hands clutching at my waist, pulling me close. 

"I love you, Simon." I grinned at him, excited by his breathless praises and kissed his cheek.

He shook his head in wonder, still breathing fast. "Oh honey, I love you too."

The familiar sound of the front door closing made us both jump. I pushed him away, panicked, looking all around me as if I could hide somewhere. Simon swore, hastily tucking himself in and rushing to get his zipper done and his belt back in place. I backed away from him, my heart hammering hard, as a familiar voice called from downstairs. 

"Hi Dad, I'm home."

Angela charged up the stairs, arriving at the top of the landing with a smile, the light behind her making her blonde hair glow like an aura. 

"Hey, Amy," she said, sounding surprised to see me. "What are you guys up to?" Then she spotted the two sleeping toddlers and dropped her voice, a huge smile spreading across her face. "No way!"

She moved across her daughter's room to the bed where we'd laid the kids once they'd fallen asleep. Their bellies rose and fell, their sleeping faces open and calm.

"How did you get them both down at the same time?" She kept staring, smiling broadly. "Man, they're so freaking cute when they sleep." 

Simon cleared his throat. He was composed, his guilt hidden. "Tyler fell asleep first," he said. He crossed the room to stand next to her, bending to give her a fatherly kiss on the top of her head. "And I think Emma was lost without him, because she was asleep a few minutes later."

"Jeez, you guys are lucky," she said reaching down to straighten a corner of the blanket that covered her daughter. Then she straightened and turned back to her dad. "I'm gonna grab a shower while they're down, if that's OK. I got up so late this morning I didn't have a chance before class. I feel gross."

Simon didn't look at me until his daughter had left the room and we heard the sound of the water running in the bathroom down the hall. When he finally turned to look at me, his carefully composed expression fell in relief and his hand went up to cover his mouth, his eyes wide with horror.

"Oh my God." I giggled nervously.

"Unbelievable," he breathed, his face pale. "Five minutes...If she'd gotten home five minutes earlier..."

I laughed again, the thought was horrifying, but I still thought it was funny. Five minutes earlier and she would have walked in just as her dad's cum was filling my mouth. 

"It's not funny," he said seriously.

"I know," I said. "You're right." But then I burst into laughter again. 

He gave me a disapproving look, but I could see he wasn't angry. He ran his hand over his face, covering the smile that was beginning to creep across his mouth. "My God, Amy. I'm too old for this."

"I'm sorry," I said, still laughing. "I do terrible things to you."

He shook his head, letting a laugh creep into his voice. "You do."

//

Simon and I had started a sexual relationship four months ago. It wasn't supposed to progress past kissing, but it did—one time. We had our night of passion, it was supposed to end there, but neither of us could manage to resist the other, despite the risk of being found out by my parents or his daughter. Each time we were together we said it would be our last, but by now, I don't think either of us believed it.

A year and a half ago I'd moved back in with my parents. I was 20 and slinking home with the unhappy news that I was four months pregnant. Embarrassing enough, but even worse, I couldn't be sure who the father was. I hadn't had a steady boyfriend in months, but I'd gone out with a few different guys—nothing serious had developed, but each date had led to sex, and while we'd always used protection, it obviously hadn't been enough. It only takes one industrious sperm cell to get the job done.

Telling my parents had been awful. I'd gotten in trouble before, but never like this. And though I wasn't sure I wanted it—my Catholic upbringing ensured I'd have the baby. So I left school and moved back home, embarrassed, depressed, and with no idea how completely my life was about to turn upside down.

My parents had been understandably disappointed and they hadn't hidden it. I was their third and youngest child and was constantly being compared to my siblings. My big brother had followed in dad's footsteps and become a lawyer, and my sister, who'd always done everything above and beyond my parents' expectations, had three degrees, a handful of publications to her name, and a tenure track position at a major University. I'd stumbled through high school, never really applying myself, and gone to college with no real idea of what I wanted to do besides have fun. My parents hadn't expected much of me, but becoming a single mom was probably a bit lower than what they'd hoped I'd achieve.

They promised to support me through it, but made it clear this baby was mine, along with all the work and responsibility; I couldn't count on them to be babysitters, or pay for anything beyond basic needs, but they'd help me as long as I respected their rules. They softened considerably when Tyler was born (it's hard to hold anything hard in your heart with a tiny baby in your arms), but they still expressed their disappointment and I felt like I was grounded—no dates, no going out late—and would be until he graduated from high school, but at least they'd stopped the lectures about responsibility and potential.

I met Simon at the neighborhood park. His daughter had a similar story to mine. She'd gotten pregnant the summer before she was to start college, and the father—her boyfriend of a year—wanted nothing to do with the baby, going so far as to deny it was his. Simon and his wife had divorced only months before, but I got the feeling, when the baby came along, they'd made considerable effort to stay civil with each other in order to support their daughter and, eventually, their granddaughter Emma.

He and his ex-wife each had Emma two days a week so Angela could take classes at the community college. I'd seen him around the neighborhood pushing a stroller, and then at the park when the weather was warm. He'd caught my eye because men were rare in the playground circuit, so he stood out, but he had a kind face, lined and careworn, but with bright blue eyes that gave him the look of someone in love with life. He was tall and thin, and was always well—but not fancily—dressed. He'd caught my eye before we met, but he caught my heart the first time we talked.

Within the first few minutes of casual chat we discovered the parallel between my situation and his daughter's. She was a few years younger than me, but our babies had been born within a week of each other. Maybe it was because he was involved in a similar drama, or maybe it was the way he talked about his daughter—without a trace of disappointment—or maybe it was his bright blue eyes and slow smile, but I felt something inside me pulse into life during that first conversation.

I didn't know I was attracted to him at first, but I always left the park on the days he was there a little charged, a little more like my old, pre-baby self. I hadn't had sex since I'd left school, and the lack of sleep and constant work of caring for an infant with no idea what I was doing had worn me down. I wasn't aware of it at first, but every sweep of Simon's hand through his thinning blonde hair, every sideways glance, every smile made me squirm with delight. It took me a while to realize it was attraction, to admit this man who was old enough to be my father, had resurrected my sex drive.

By that time we'd established a polite familiarity, enough so that when I mentioned I was thinking of taking Tyler to the zoo, he suggested we meet and go together. It was a play date, but I let myself pretend it was more than that and enjoyed every chance I got to look into his blue eyes.

After the zoo, we started meeting at other playgrounds for variety's sake, spending rainy days in the children's section of the public library. We were past the point of casual acquaintance and easing into a comfortable friendship, crossing invisible boundaries of intimacy. I'd already met his daughter and he'd run into me once when I was out with my parents, so he'd met them both as well. My attraction had been steadily growing, and as we got to know each other more it deepened.

One rainy afternoon we met at a library near his house, but the public school was on break, so the place was packed. Before we'd even taken off our coats Simon suggested we go to his house instead—it was only a few blocks away and completely baby proofed. He'd said it so casually, and even though my heart had jumped excitedly, I knew it wasn't anything more than what he offered—a safe place for the kids to play. 

Something happened in his house. Something changed between us. I followed Tyler around as he explored, taking in my surroundings, learning a little more about Simon as I did. He liked baseball and jazz, he read a lot (apparently even in French), and kept his house in a tidy state, but with enough randomly strewn toys to make me believe he wasn't uptight about it.

When the kids finally settled down to play in the same room, Simon and I sat on the couch together and talked. Maybe it was being in a private space, or being in his space, or maybe it was just the natural next step in our friendship, but the conversation was much more personal than it had ever been before. We talked about family and careers, regrets and disappointments, things we were proud of about ourselves and changes we hoped we could make.

I told him about my siblings and how I felt like I was just a disappointment to my parents, he told me about his divorce and the years before when he and his wife had tried to make it work. It had all become quite serious and introspective and there was a moment where he touched my arm as he reassured me I was doing a great job given my circumstances, and his eyes held mine for a second or two longer than normal. And then the moment was gone.

But something had happened. I hadn't imagined it. And when we said goodbye there was a hint of awkwardness about it, a hesitation at the door where neither of us seemed to know what to do or say. I wasn't sure what had happened, but something had...something had changed.

It was a few weeks later, as the weather was getting too cold to be outside, when he invited me to his house again. And again, as the kids moved around his living room, trailing blocks and plastic dinosaurs, we sat and talked. Nothing personal this time, but everything seemed loaded or flirtatious. I watched him for signs, certain I saw them, but not certain what I should do.

As it got closer and closer to the time I'd need to leave, I felt anxious for something to happen. I decided to take a risk. A big risk. I called on the old me—the person I was before I was a mom, the person who got me into my current, single-mom situation; impulsive, pleasure-seeking Amy. She was a little gun shy, but she got me started.

I sat forward on the couch, turning my body toward Simon. I touched his knee lightly and he seemed to stiffen as he waited and watched me.

"Simon," I said. There was a tremble in my voice that surprised me. A moment later I realized I had no idea how to say what I was feeling. I only had experience with boys who only needed a look to tell them I wanted them, but this was Simon—old as my dad Simon, respectable, dignified Simon; how could I tell him what I wanted when what I wanted was him to pull me down on the couch and fuck me right then and there?

I paused a long time, but he waited silently, looking a little nervous, like he knew what I was about to say.

"I really like you," I said finally. It sounded lame, like I was 10 years old. "I mean I...I really like you." I cringed, that was worse. "I think you're..." Another pause as I looked for the word I wanted, one that wouldn't sound cheap. I managed, "hot," and cringed again.




Patience



He took a deep breath and let it out. He looked on the verge of saying something, but I spoke first.

"I think about you all the time." I put my hand on his knee again and he reached out and took it away, holding it in his. 

"Amy," he said in a voice with authority in it. "Don't. I think I know where this is going and I...I can't go there." He let go of my hand. "I like you too. You're...God, you're fantastic, but I don't...I can't think that. About you." As he spoke, the authority faded from his voice and his speech took on abnormal pauses, his inflection all wrong.

"Why not?"

His brow darkened and he turned his head away as Tyler toddled over to the couch, dropped a toy into my hands, and proceeded to climb up onto my lap. I picked my son up and let him have my attention for a minute while he showed me the toy he'd brought me. There was a prolonged, weighted silence.

"It's the age thing," I said after a while, not lifting my eyes to his.

"The age thing, yes, but more because it's not just about what I want or you want. There are other people involved."

"Angela."

"Yes, and your parents—how would they feel if they knew? I know how I'd feel if I found out my daughter was with a middle aged man."

Tyler wiggled his way off my lap, discarding the toy and heading back off across the room for another. I watched him, feeling sad and frustrated. I knew Simon was right, but I didn't want him to be. Impulsively, I turned toward him again, moving onto my knees on the couch beside him. He looked at me with a little alarm, but didn't say anything.

He hadn't said he was attracted to me, but he hadn't denied it either. And he was still sitting here. And he was close enough to touch. And I wasn't sure I could resist at least trying; a year and a half is a long time to go without so much as a kiss.

I leaned closer and put my hand on his chest, moving slowly as if he was an animal I didn't want to spook, and waited a heartbeat to see if he'd stop me before I closed the distance between his mouth and mine.

I closed my eyes, still half expecting him to stop me. I'd felt his chest expand when I touched it and it stayed expanded beneath my palm, his breath held as he waited. I kissed him softly, just pressing my lips to his, and he responded with equal softness. It was a chaste kiss, a question held within it, and when I opened my eyes I searched his face for an answer.

He exhaled slowly as I drew back, but he didn't move.

"Your parents would kill me," he said softly, but he didn't move away or even look very upset. I could see he wasn't going to reach for me, but maybe he wouldn't stop me either. I moved my hand from his chest to his neck. I felt the throb of his pulse against my palm as I leaned forward and kissed him again, still softly, still with my passion restrained.

"Amy, it's a lot to risk," he said when I next drew back. 

I couldn't answer, I didn't know what to say. I knew he was right to question it, but I thought he wanted it too. I thought if I kissed him again, if I kissed him more, if I kissed him enough to stir his passion, he'd lose his resolve. He'd give in.

For a second I wondered if I was really that selfish, if I'd really do what I wanted knowing he'd rather I didn't. But I'd already kissed him, I'd felt his warm, soft lips against mine, felt his pulsing blood, the heat from his skin. I wanted more. 

I leaned in close again and reasoned that if he really wanted to stop me, he would. He had free will. He was bigger than me. If he really didn't want me, he'd move away, he'd resist, he'd tell me no.

He lifted his hand and touched my face. His lips parted slightly and he cupped my cheek gently, holding me as we kissed. My head flooded with relief and arousal, my barely suppressed sexual frustration set alight by his slight advance. I turned my head, scooted forward a little, opened my mouth, wanting a deeper kiss, urged on by my need for contact.

I touched his lip with my tongue and when he gasped I ran it over his bottom lip hungrily. He returned my eagerness with passion, his tongue held teasingly behind his lips, inviting mine to search for it. I did, without hesitation, clutching at his neck as we explored with our tongues, teeth nipping, both of us taking quick little breaths of surprise and delight.

A crash behind me made me draw back. I turned to look, but Simon caught my chin and pulled me toward him again. "It's just the blocks," he whispered. "Don't worry about it." His mouth was on mine before he'd even finished his sentence, kissing me softly as he reached for me, pulling me closer. He was unrestrained now—kissing me with a sudden hunger, his hands holding me tight, breathing faster as he grew more and more aroused.

There was another crash, this time from the kitchen, and when I drew back then he let me go. We'd only been kissing a few minutes, but in that time the kids had turned the room upside down. Toys were everywhere, scattered and strewn. Emma sat quietly stacking a set of plastic blocks, but Tyler was nowhere to be seen; he was the source of the crash. I waded through the mess hurriedly, noting the crash hadn't been followed by crying, and found him removing the pots and pans from a low cupboard, dropping them behind him onto the floor with a crash as he worked.

I scooped him up, a little irritated, but mostly with myself, and started stacking the pots back in the cupboard.

"Don't," Simon said, crossing the room. "It's OK, just leave them."

I stood up, propping Tyler on my hip, and started to apologize. 

"It's alright—he can scatter them through the whole house, I don't mind." He moved close to me and ran his hand over Tyler's messy curls.

I looked at him, at his gentle, lined face, the smile that always played on his lips, and the fond way he was stroking my son's hair, and felt a pain deep inside me—a longing, an aching, wanting him in so many ways. He didn't look at me for a few minutes and I wondered what he was thinking, if he regretted what had just happened. When he did finally turn his eyes to me again, they were full of uncertainty.

"What do we do now?" I asked. It was a few long seconds before he answered, plenty of time for my dread to build. 

"Is there a now?" His voice was soft, he sounded sad.

"I want you," I said just as softly. 

He sighed. 

"I'm sorry. I know that doesn't help, but it's true."

Tyler squirmed in my arms. I put him down and we both watched him return to his job of removing the pans from the cupboard.

"Is it really so bad?" I asked, looking back to Simon. "Why does anyone else have to know?"

"They don't, but if they did..." He looked up, sighed again. "It doesn't matter, though. Even if we could...I'd never be able to see you alone, without the kids, I mean."

Now it was my turn to sigh. I was grateful to my parents for all their help, but right now I felt trapped, stuck in perpetual house arrest. They'd relaxed a lot in the last year, but they still insisted I live by their rules, and there wasn't a lot of flexibility within those rules. I felt unfairly punished.

"Amy." Simon approached me and ran his hands down my arms, squeezing them gently. I could see he was going to say something important, and doubted it would be an invitation to his bedroom. I didn't want to hear it.

"I went on birth control a couple of weeks ago." I said suddenly, making him start. 

He stared at me, clearly surprised.

"It was stupid, really, or maybe just optimistic. I mean, my parents aren't being as fascist about me going out lately, but even if I met a guy I liked..." I looked down at Tyler, happily crawling into the cupboard to reach the pots in the back. "Even if they wanted to sleep with me, how many of them are going to find me attractive with a toddler in tow? How sexy is a single mom to a guy my age?"

Simon's hands flexed, squeezing my arms. I looked up at him, embarrassed, but his face was kind, encouraging.

"I haven't had sex in almost two years," I blurted out. "I know it doesn't matter, I know it shouldn't—it's just sex, but fuck...I miss it. I miss feeling sexy. After I got pregnant, it's like my whole sense of self fell apart. I only started feeling more like myself again when I met you."

He looked a little surprised, but didn't say anything, his hands still on my upper arms, holding them gently.

"It wasn't just that I thought you were hot, but I did. I do. You're the sexiest man I can even imagine, Simon." I paused, and watched him swallow, still staring at me, obviously taking in every word. "It's not just that, though. It's that you made me feel...like I was doing something right, like I wasn't just a fuck-up." 

His brows tightened and for a second he looked like he was going to say something, but he didn't. 

"And when you kissed me," I continued, "a few minutes ago...God, that felt so good. It was the first time in a long time I felt sexy."

"Amy," he breathed. He looked desperate, conflicted. "You are incredibly sexy."

"I just want to feel like that again. I just want to be with you, Simon. And feel that good. With you."

He hesitated a second and then folded me into his arms, kissing me hard on the mouth. I could feel the desperation in his kiss, the urgency, and as he held me close. I wrapped my arms around his neck and we kissed deeply, hungrily.

He ran a hand down my hip and over my ass, his fingers curling to grasp my flesh through my jeans. I sighed and lifted a hand to run it through his hair. His mouth moved from mine and he nudged my head to the side, pressing his whole open mouth to my neck, his tongue hot on my skin. 

My body was pulsing with desire—my breasts aching to be touched, my pussy swelling with expectant need. I pressed my hips forward, wanting to slip my hand between us, to see if he was hard, but before I could, he bit my neck, making me squeal.

"If I could fuck you right here and now, I would," he said, lifting his head and grabbing me by the arms again.

"Simon!" I said, surprised and thrilled by his language, my heart jumping excitedly.

"I can't. I want to—I wanted to last time you were here—but I can't." His eyes were bright with passion and his grip on my arms was tight. "I've been fighting my feelings for months. You're only a couple of years older than my daughter, but I still want you, God help me."

He sighed and his hands loosened then dropped away from my body. At that moment Emma arrived at his side, reaching her little hands high, hopping slightly, until he bent to pick her up. He cuddled her, looking at me over the top of her head.

"I'm sorry," he said quietly. "If I had all night to make love with you, I would. Even if it only happened once, if it never happened again...I would feel so lucky."

I stared at him, moved by his emotional confession, moved by the lust he was tucking away behind his sense of propriety, his role as a responsible adult.

"We can't even get five interrupted minutes in a row," he said, smiling at Emma. He sounded tired now, his passion burned out, his eyes no longer glowing with desire.

The next moment Tyler, having removed every pot and lid from the cupboard, toddled over and went through the same steps Emma had a minute before, asking to be lifted and held. I picked him up and faced Simon, feeling defeated, the hot sting of tears threatening. Tyler leaned into me, rubbing his eyes, and I looked around for a clock, suddenly glad to have an excuse to go. He didn't challenge me when I said we needed to leave.

He refused my offer to help clean up, and I worried he wanted me gone as much as I wanted to go. How had it changed so fast? Hot passion one moment to this awful, sinking feeling of loss.

I finally met his eyes once I'd gotten Tyler bundled up and my own coat buttoned.

"I'm sorry," he said. "I can't tell you how much."

I nodded, and checked my buttons unnecessarily, thanking him for having us over, and moved toward the door. I felt his hand on my arm as I opened it. I turned and looked into his blue eyes, even though it hurt to do so.

"Will I see you next week?" There was a touch of worry in his voice and my heart ached to hear it.

"I think so," I said, turning away. I could feel the tears coming again, so I kept my face turned away as I said a final goodbye and closed the door behind me.

I arrived home, having cried in the car once I was a few blocks away, feeling emotionally spent. I put Tyler down for his nap, and lay next to him for a little while, confused and disappointed. Why was it so hard? The attraction was there, but not the opportunity. 

I stayed in a sad, tired mood all afternoon, and my mom, in a moment of irony I couldn't have constructed better, suggested I go out after diner—see a movie, go to the mall, do something fun and let her give Tyler his bath and put him to bed. 

"Treat yourself to something nice, Amy; you deserve it."

//

Simon didn't turn on the porch light before he opened the door. He only looked at me for a second, his face expressionless, before he stood back, letting me enter. It was like he'd been waiting, like he'd known what would happen but wasn't sure what he'd do about it when it did. 

He closed the door behind me and for a second we just looked at each other. My worry grew. Would he send me away? Would he lecture me like I was his own daughter?

"How?" He said after a long silence.

"I don't want to tell you," I said quietly. 

I unbuttoned my coat, waiting. He could still tell me to leave. 

"Because you lied."

"Technically, no. But essentially, yes."

I slid my arms from the coat and loosened my scarf. I waited. It felt like five minutes he just studied me without moving, making his decision. 

"I don't want to know," he said finally. And then he moved toward me and a shiver passed through me—relief and arousal flooding my body making me hot and cold at the same time. He pulled me to him and held me in his arms for a moment. I pressed my face into his collar, breathing in the scent of his body. He released me and brought both hands up, taking my head in them, tilting my chin so my face turned up toward his.

"I'm just glad you're here," he said, the slightest smile on his lips.

I watched his face draw near as he bent to kiss me, watched his eyes close and closed my own at the moment his lips touched mine. It was a soft, sensual kiss—gentle, wet, hinting at the passion beneath. It was a kiss of consent; if he'd had any ideas of turning me away, they were gone now. He paused, his lips still on mine, and I opened my mouth, inviting him in. I touched his lips with the tip of my tongue, felt them part, and wrapped my arms around him as I slid my tongue into his mouth.

He moved his hands to my waist, and as we kissed, I pushed against his chest, urging him to back up. Without breaking contact we crossed the room slowly. I searched out the buttons on his shirt and began undoing them. Already our affection was heated, frantic, needy. By the time we reached the couch I'd worked my way to his waist and was pulling the fabric of his shirt from the waistband of his pants.

We parted and as he sat back on the couch I climbed onto his lap, straddling his hips. Our mouths met again, harder this time, and I finished the last two buttons, pushing the fabric open and running my hands over his bare chest. A rush of excitement took my breath away. I drew back, gasping.

"I want you so bad, Simon." My head was spinning. There was so much I wanted to do, but I knew my time was limited. My parents had given me this—though they had no idea, and they'd expect me home in a couple of hours. It didn't seem like nearly enough time to be alone, but it was all I had. And I knew it might never happen again.

I reached for the button at the front of his pants, roughly undoing it. Then I stripped my shirt off in one quick motion, shaking the static from my hair as I tossed the shirt onto the floor.

"Oh my," he said, staring at my upper body. I could see his eyes following the outline of my black bra, a pleased smile stretching his mouth.

"I want you so fucking much," I said, leaning over to kiss him again. 

I hadn't had sex in so long and I'd never wanted it more than this minute. If he tried to stop me now he would have had a hell of a time. I was determined to have him.

His hands slid over my arms and back lazily while we kissed. I shifted my hips back enough to work the zipper of his pants down and sat back, our kiss breaking wetly. 

"Slow down," he said, grabbing my hands. "You're going to hurt someone if you're not careful."

I looked at him and realized I was tense with need, my mind in a whirl, blindly searching for more pleasure without really thinking. I smiled apologetically. "Sorry," I said softly.

He smiled back and brought my wrist to his mouth. He kissed it softly then opened his mouth, closing it over my skin, and sucked lightly. I could feel his tongue moving slowly over my skin—it was a strange sensation, hot and slithering and stirring something deep inside me. He lifted his mouth, letting his teeth drag over my skin before he brought my other wrist up and gave it the same, slow treatment. I heard myself whimper and he smiled.

"Patience," he said in a low voice.

He brought both my hands behind his head, pulling me toward him. He let them go and his eyes dropped to my breasts as I leaned forward. He eased me closer, his hands slipping around to cup my ass and lift me just a little higher, guiding me closer and bringing my breasts level with his face. 

I looked down at him as he pressed his mouth against my breast, nuzzling it, his mouth opening as he did and until his lips were over my nipple which was hard and obvious beneath the thin fabric of my bra. He opened his mouth against it, flicking his tongue out to circle the sensitive flesh a few times.

He looked up at me as he moved his mouth to my other breast, repeating the same motions with agonizing slowness, all the while holding my gaze. He let his teeth close over my nipple gently before he drew away and I let out a little cry of surprised pleasure.

His hands came up between us to unhook my bra. The fabric sprang away and my breasts filled his open hands. 

"Oh God, your breasts are perfect," he breathed, holding them gently for a moment. "Round and firm and irresistible." 

He kneaded them gently, bringing one then the other to his mouth to kiss and suck. He moved so slowly and carefully I thought I was going to faint from the pleasure that built and built and built. I found I had the back cushion of the couch in a death grip and was holding my breath.

He leaned toward me, pressing his whole face into my cleavage, pushing the flesh of my breasts together against his face. He groaned appreciatively against my sternum, the vibration moving through my whole chest.

I brought my arms around his head and pulled him closer, holding his head against my breasts, feeling the heat of his breath on my skin and the thump of my heart in my chest.

He moved his hands from my breasts and I sat back again. My fevered need had calmed, to be replaced by a low, pulse that I felt in every part of my body. I slid from his lap, shaking my bra from my arms, and then undid the front of my jeans. He watched, unbuttoning his shirt cuffs and pulling his arms from the sleeves. I worked the denim down my hips and then, impulsively, turned, presenting him with my backside, and finished lowering the jeans down my legs.

I knew his eyes were on the cheeks of my ass, bare and framed by the slight black elastic of my thong. I bent, giving him a view of the thin strip of fabric that nestled between my ass cheeks and flared slightly to cover my pussy, and slowly lifted one leg at a time to step out of the jeans. I kicked the garment to the side as I straightened and turned to find him gaping, his brow wrinkled in something like disbelief.




Patience



"Jesus, Amy," he breathed. And for a second I worried I'd offended him—had I been too trashy, presenting myself like that? But the next second he raised his eyes to mine and smiled. "What a sight. You have a gorgeous body, sweetheart."

My heart jumped excitedly. I climbed onto his lap again, pushing him back against the cushion and kissing him hard. I flexed my hips and let my legs spread, settling myself down until our bodies touched and my weight held me tight against him. He moaned against my mouth and ran his hands all over my hips. 

We kissed with intensity, both of us breathing more quickly as we did. I ran my hands through his hair, thoroughly messing it up as I traced the curve of his skull with my fingertips, and drew my mouth from his abruptly as lust bubbled inside me, my pussy aching with need.

"Oh God, I want to feel you inside me," I hissed, digging my fingers into his neck. He made a surprised noise and for a second I thought he was going to tell me to slow down again, so I pressed my open mouth to his and ran my tongue over his bottom lip. 

"Simon," I groaned, the sound filling the empty chamber of his mouth. "Do you want me to suck your cock?" He made another noise, surprised, but aroused, and his hands went to my waist, lifting me up.

"I do," he said breathlessly. "But not yet." 

He lifted me and I expected him to let go so I could climb off his lap, but he held my legs before I could and I fell against him, catching myself on the wall behind his head. He shifted slightly and I felt his mouth opening against the fabric of my thong, his tongue sliding over the fabric. I felt the heat of his tongue against my pussy and squealed, falling forward more, bracing myself against the wall as he pushed his face closer, mashing his mouth against me. He let go of my hips with one hand, steadying me as I swayed, and once he was sure I had my balance, he used his other hand to move the fabric of my panties away from my pussy.

I felt his hot breath, heard his exclamation as he breathed in my scent, and braced myself as he pressed his face close again, touching my bare pussy with his tongue. It felt so good. It felt better than anything I'd felt in years. Ever, maybe, and as I tucked my head down and watched his open mouth and searching tongue, the pleasure increased even more, making me lurch, pressing my pussy hard against him by accident.

"Fuck!" I squealed as my clit was crushed against his teeth. I steadied myself again and he moved his head in small circles, tracing around my labia teasingly. When he tilted his head and let his whole tongue slide between my pussy lips I cried out something unintelligible and closed my eyes.

I felt him part my labia with his fingers, opening me for his searching tongue, and a moment later the pressure and heat of his touch made my head swim. He moaned in satisfaction, making long swipes with his tongue, swallowing as if quenching his thirst. I leaned my head against the wall and watched, tensed and expectant, as his long swipes became more focused, his tongue pointed and stiff, zeroing in on my clit, his fingers shifting until I felt their pressure at the entrance to my vagina. He pushed gently, turning his fingers back and forth, easing them inside me a little at a time. The combination of his tongue on my clit and his fingers' pressure brought long sighs and whimpers from deep in my throat, the pleasure growing beyond what I thought possible.

"Oh Simon..." My voice was a desperate whine, strained in my throat. "That feels so good, so good..."

I wanted the feeling to never end, but this slow build was agonizing. My insides were tensed and waiting, but the pleasure kept growing and growing, pulling me tighter, narrowing my world until the only real sensations were his tongue's lazy dance on my clit and the slowly building rhythm of his fingers. I heard myself saying his name, praising his efforts and begging for more.

"Don't stop that," I moaned. "Simon, don't stop yet..."

I realized I would come if he didn't stop and though I worried if I peaked too soon I wouldn't come again, I wanted it so badly. I'd waited so long for a man touch me again, for Simon to touch me. I couldn't resist the pull. I didn't even try.

"Oh God," I said suddenly as my arousal spiked. "I'm going to come," I gasped, and the realization pushed my arousal even higher. 

I let go of the wall with one hand and ran it down over Simon's head. He groaned and I felt him focus his attention, his fingers moving faster and harder, pushing against my pelvic bone, making wet squishing sounds with each motion. 

"Mmm, that's it. Fuck me like that, Simon. Do it harder." I slid my hand behind his neck, gasping as the tension built even more, and pulled his head closer, pressing his open mouth against my soaking pussy. "Oh don't stop, suck my clit, just like—" I gasped as he drew my clit between his lips, sucking hard, grunting with the effort of his thrusting fingers. I knew I was wearing out his arm, but I was close... "Don't stop, I'm so close. I'm so close..." 

His hand stopped for a second and my pleasure dipped, making me groan in frustration. A second later he pushed into me again, having added another finger, stretching me and pushing me over the edge.

"Fuck yes," I gasped, grinding my pelvis against him, the pressure of his sucking mouth on my clit nearing the point of pain. I squealed his name and felt my pleasure vanish in a flash of agony that immediately shattered, filling me with a pulsing bliss that flashed and swirled like a light show of sensation. I gasped, unable to breathe, still holding his face against me, and crushed my head against the wall while my pussy squeezed his fingers tight.

When I finally let go of his head, he drew back taking a deep breath, panting hard. His face glistened with my wetness and the sight of it made me collapse. I slid down his body and kissed him, drawing his tongue into my mouth to taste myself. I wasn't sure I'd ever come like that before, so quickly, so thoroughly, just by being eaten. I panted as we kissed, wrapping my arms around his neck and letting him pull me close.

"Simon, that was fucking amazing. God, I thought I was going to faint—I couldn't breathe."

"Neither could I," he said smiling. "I thought I was going to drown." He ran his hand through my hair and kissed me, tasting deliciously of my cunt. "In the sexiest fucking ocean."

We kissed a little longer and then I slid from his lap and onto the couch beside him, trailing my hand over the front of his trousers where a sizable bulge had formed. I looked at him and smiled, thrilled by the thought of what lay beneath and the fact that I would soon see it and touch it and take it in my mouth. 

He smiled back at me, his expression somewhere between lust and curiosity.

I sat up on my knees and reached to lower his zipper. He shifted, lifting his hips and pushing his pants lower on his hips until I took over, slowly drawing them down, the tip of his penis emerging first, the fabric moving down like a curtain being drawn to reveal his long shaft inch by inch while I stared. I gasped excitedly and felt my mouth water. I swallowed hard and finished lowering his trousers, dragging them from his legs and feet without even looking at what I was doing; my attention was on Simon's cock. I couldn't tear my eyes away. 

I settled myself back on my heels, ran my hands up his thighs, and felt the heat before my fingers touched his cock. I touched him hesitantly, enthralled by the shape of the blunt head, the slight curve of the shaft and its thickness as it lay against his belly. It was at once obscene and beautiful—fleshy and veined with blue, glistening with precum that oozed from the slit at the tip of the turgid head. 

Had my boyfriends' cocks been this beautiful? I wondered. I couldn't remember. I couldn't even remember their faces and I didn't even care. 

I ran my fingers along the length and gently took him in my hand. He sighed contentedly and I felt him relax, his shoulders sinking into the cushions a little. I closed my fingers around him, enjoying the hardness in my palm, and bent my head, tucking my hair behind my ear. I extended my tongue and ran it in a circle around the smooth head of his cock, licking up the fluid that had pooled at the tip. He sighed again and I closed my eyes, to savor the sensation. 

I let my tongue circle around and around a few more times before I closed my lips around him, pushing my head forward until the widest part slid past my tight lips. I held him there for a moment and then ran my tongue along the underside, keeping my mouth tight. He sighed again and ran his hand over my shoulder, making me open my eyes and look up at him. His expression was of a man slightly undone. When he smiled it was open mouthed, full of barely suppressed lust.

"Oh honey," he said in a low voice.

I lifted my head, letting his cock slip from my mouth, and tilted him away, dropping my head to run my tongue down the whole length of him until it swirled in his pubic hair. I slid a hand between his legs, pressing his thighs apart to make room for my head. I rose up on my knees, turning my head until it was nearly upside down and pressed my face against the soft heat of his scrotum. I used my tongue to search and stroke, seeking out one testicle, which I traced and chased until I could suck it into my mouth.

He jumped with a throaty curse and I felt him take his cock in his hand and begin to stroke it. The thought of him watching me while he stroked himself was a thrilling, knowing he was so turned on he couldn't keep from touching himself.

I released his ball from my lips and pressed my face closer, exploring with my tongue, running it all along the loose skin, nuzzling lower until his balls covered my nose and my tongue touched just below, easing over his perineum and making him squirm and stroke himself a little harder.

I licked and explored, my face wet from my own saliva, and flushed with excitement, thrilled by the noises he was making above me. I took my time working my way back up, licking his fingers when I finally reached his cock again. I pushed his hand away, taking him in my hand, dropping my mouth close and sucking the very tip of him between my lips.

I stroked him slowly and concentrated on bringing my head up and down in an easy motion, keeping the pressure of my mouth even, but moving my tongue in waves. Every few seconds I let my head drop faster, harder, taking him a little deeper and each time, he gasped and sighed my name, a little more desperation in his voice with each downward motion.

"Amy..." he groaned after a few minutes. "I'll never last if you keep doing that."

I would have gladly let him come in my mouth, but I wanted him inside me more, and I wasn't sure how much time we had or how soon after an orgasm he would be hard again. I leaned back and let his cock slip from my lips with an obscenely wet pop, making him groan with delight.

He was a little breathless, his face flushed and glowing as he moved toward me, pressing me down against the surface of the couch. He grasped the thin straps of my thong and pulled the wet fabric down my hips, letting it fall to the floor next to us. He looked so fucking hot as he moved back toward me, I felt my pussy pulse in reaction—reminding me how empty it was, how much I wanted it filled. I spread my legs automatically and reached for his cock as he leaned over me.

"Patience, patience," he said, smiling at my eagerness. He pushed my thighs apart, moving closer.

"I can't wait any longer," I said. I bent my knees, bringing them toward my shoulders and he slowly lowered himself down, my hand guiding him to the glistening pink target of my pleasure. "I want that cock inside me."

He paused just as the head of his cock began to split the inner lips of my vulva and I looked up at his expression—wide-eyed and full of expectation. 

"You're so pink and soft," he said. "Beautiful, curvaceous, and so fucking exciting, Amy," he said. I felt his hips quiver slightly as he held himself just on the edge of penetration. "I can't believe this is real."

I let go of his cock, lifting my hips a little so he moved a fraction of an inch further between my swollen pussy lips. Even the slight pressure made me tense inside. I reached up and ran my hands over his chest, swirling my fingers through his greying chest hair. 

"It's real," I said. I lifted one hand and stroked his cheek. It felt hot and prickly beneath my fingers. "Go ahead, Simon. I want you all the way inside me."

His brow twisted a little and I felt his chest muscles flex as he relaxed, his cock sinking lower. We both looked down as my body yielded, opening, making room for him. A surge of pleasure made me freeze, a little echo of a pulse inside me, teasingly vague. He stopped, thinking I was uncomfortable, eyes flicking to my face with concern.

"Don't stop," I sighed, lifting both my hands to his face. "Go deeper."

He groaned softly and his eyes closed for a second as he relaxed his hips and once more pressed forward, inching his way inside me. The anticipation of being fully filled was agonizing; I wanted to feel his body against mine, to feel full of him, part of him. I slid my legs around his waist and used them to press him closer, hooking my ankles as soon as I could and lifting my hips to meet his approaching pelvis with my own. If he was being slow for my sake, I wanted him to know he didn't need to.

"Oh Simon, it feels so good," I whispered. I held him tight against me with my legs, tilting my hips to feel how he filled me, where his cock pressed inside, and then I drew my legs back again, wrapping my arms around my calves so I was wide and ready, offering myself fully to him. "Fuck me, Simon."

"Jesus," he said in awe, staring at my open posture. He drew himself out a little, still moving with care and slowness, and rocked his hips a few times, filling me fully but gently.

"Fuck me," I said, frustration making my words more harsh than I meant. He groaned, his hips lurching in excitement. "Fuck me." 

He drew back further, his cock nearly leaving my body, and we both watched as he plunged it deep. 

"God, yes," I whispered. "Like that."

He shifted his weight, drew back again, and buried himself to the root. And again, this time making me gasp. 

"Mmm, you're hot and wet inside," he said. "I love the feel of your pussy around my cock."

He shifted again, moved one arm down to lift my leg, straightening it, and pushing it back toward my shoulder. I felt my pussy tighten around his cock, the muscles along the back of my leg stretching to their limit. 

"Your body is beautiful. It's absolutely perfect," he murmured as he drew himself out and pushed deep again. "Heavenly...and so fucking tight."

I looked up at his expression of wonder and felt my heart swell with affection. His tenderness and care were soothing, and I loved how it felt to be held in his eyes with so much love, but I was pulsing with an animal desire to be overwhelmed—to be fucked senseless.

I growled in frustration, reaching my free hand up to his neck and pulling against it. As soon as his eyes met mine I hissed, "Fuck me hard, Simon. Fuck my pussy—don't hold back."

He stared for half a second before the words triggered something in his brain, calling up his own animal needs.

"Fuck me hard," I repeated, letting him know I meant it.

He growled and I felt his fingers tighten on my calf a second before he drew back. He nearly left my body before he plunged his whole length inside me, pushing hard with his hips, grinding our bodies together. He did it again, and a third time, making me cry out in sudden pleasure.

"Oh God."

Simon echoed the sentiment, sounding barely in control of himself. He shifted again and started to fuck me for real—rocking and thrusting so my breasts jumped and the couch complained beneath us. I saw his control failing, falling to the intense physical need that had taken over his brain and his body. 

I wasn't sure how long it had been since he'd had sex—had he had a lover since his divorce? And how long before the divorce had he and his wife stopped sleeping together? He'd told me the last year of his marriage had only been for their daughter's sake, while they waited for her to graduate and go off to college. Could he possibly have been without sex for that many years?

I stared up at him, feeling his thrusts growing desperate, his arms shifting so he could bend my other leg back and tilt my hips so his cock went even deeper. He grunted and swore, panting out nonsensical praises and exclamations, and I braced myself, my own pleasure blunted by the intensity of his thrusts. 

"Fuck me," I moaned, excited by the way his face was twisted in concentration, the lines of his forehead severe. I saw tiny beads of sweat along his hairline, the loose skin on his face jumping with each deep push.

His eyes met mine and he groaned. "Amy—oh God, I'm going to come!" He thrashed against me, losing control of his rhythm for a second. When he found it again he gasped and shook his head in wonder. "Feels so fucking good inside you...so fucking good."

His orgasm broke hard, making him groan so loud and from so deep in his chest I felt it through my whole body. His voice rose in pitch as he panted increasingly desperate cries of "yes, yes, yes," until he pushed himself deep, emptying his cock inside me. I felt the tension and trembling in his hips, the erratic pulse as he spurted inside me, and then the return of my own pleasure which had been overwhelmed by his desperate fucking. 

"Oh Amy," he whispered excitedly, his cock still twitching, still deep. "Sweetheart..." 

I wormed my hand down to my pussy, spreading my fingers and sliding them over my vulva, feeling the thickness of his cock between them and the wet heat of my pussy against my palm. My arousal flared hot and I brought my fingers to my clit.

"Don't move," I gasped as he started to draw back. He was still panting. His eyes went wide as he realized I would come again. "Don't pull out yet."

I pushed my fingers hard against my clit, stroking myself roughly, desperate to come. I squeezed my pelvic muscles, feeling the presence of Simon's cock, and he gasped, feeling it too. 

"Don't move," I said again, though Simon was now holding perfectly still, watching me intently. "I want to come like this, full of your cock."

"Full of my cock," he echoed, sounding just as thrilled as I felt. "Oh Amy, come—I'm still deep inside you, baby."

"God, you are. Inside me..." I groaned, excited and urged on by his words. I crushed my head back into the couch cushion and closed my eyes tight, closer and closer to coming. "Tell me again, Simon," I gasped. "Tell me how deep you are...tell me how you fucked me."

"I fucked you hard, Amy. Can you feel it? My cock deep inside you." His voice was excited, breathy, he seemed just as turned on by what we were saying. "So deep, honey."

"Oh fuck!" 

I opened my eyes and stared at him, swearing again. 

"I came deep inside your pussy."

"Oh God." I groaned, biting my lip. "You came inside me..."

"You're full of my cum, can you feel it? Can you feel—"

"Fuck!" I grunted, grinding my clit between my fingers and my pubic bone. I gasped and a second later he repeated my curse as my pussy clenched tight around his still hard cock.

"Oh your pussy," he whispered in awe. "I feel it tightening."

I groaned when the second pulse hit—even stronger than the first, taking my breath away. I gasped and trembled as my muscles contracted in waves, squeezing him tight and sending jolts of electric pleasure through my whole body.

When I'd finally stopped coming and moved my hand away from my spent pussy, he lowered himself onto me and wrapped me in his arms, kissing my neck and face. I lifted my legs and wrapped them around his waist again, holding him tight, my body still throbbing with a gently fading arousal.




Patience



"That was the sexiest thing I've ever experienced," he whispered, drawing back to look at me. "Jesus, Amy, what a fucking thrill." He kissed me on the mouth, roughly at first, then more softly until his kisses were gentle, closed-mouthed, and sweet. My heart surged pleasantly. I felt warm and satisfied and sexy. 

"I feel so much for you, Amy," he said, pushing himself up on his arms to look down at me. I unhooked my legs and felt his cock begin to soften and retract, slipping from my body. "I love you. I know I shouldn't even say that, it just complicates everything, but you're something special." 

I smiled, reaching up to touch his face, and smiled even more. Inside me, the warm feeling of sexual satisfaction grew and expanded, becoming a complex sensation of pleasure and sadness all at once. I knew this wasn't going to last—that the things that stood between us were so great and so personal they weren't worth the risk of continuing this deceit beyond this night. Even if we were never found out, the guilt would be too much for an honest man like Simon to bear.

"Where are you supposed to be?" he asked, shifting my legs, rolling me onto my side and slipping behind me on the couch, cuddling up close, his arms around me. 

"The movies. Over at the mall."

He kissed the back of my ear, his hand sliding over my hip lightly, sending shivers over my skin.

"So, we've got an hour left, at the most," he said with a little regret in his voice.

I twisted in his arms, turning to lie on my back, to see his face. He kissed me immediately and his hand slid across my belly.

"A lot can happen in an hour," I said, kissing him back. "Take me upstairs"

He looked surprised for a half second, and then he grinned, grabbing me to kiss me again, excitement making him rough, and I knew he was thinking what I was thinking—that this was it, probably our last chance to be together, and it had to be fantastic. And I had no doubt it would be.



Patience



Their lovemaking was slow and gentle. Rose sank slowly to the bed as the orgasms played over her. Rafe held her as she curled up next to him. As she started to relax, he reached over and touched her and brought her to orgasm again until a smile played over her face. Then they curled up and went to sleep.

Rose woke up the next morning to find that Rafe had turned off the alarm, tucked the covers around her to let her sleep. She appreciated the extra sleep and quiet time. This week had been rough emotionally. She'd spent more time crying than she had in years. Four years to be exact.

After all this time, she thought that her defenses were strong enough. That she could cope with walking into the library. Wrong. Her ex was an ass, and could push her buttons faster than she could blink. He'd pulled one of his old tricks. Waited for her to walk past and then hollered at her because she had forgotten to say goodbye. He had corrected her like she was a three year old who'd broken a rule. Didn't matter that she'd already said her goodbyes. He had to pull a trick that he knew would upset her.

Rose had done fine the rest of the evening. As they were heading to bed, Rafe got a phone call. Instead of falling asleep, Rose lay there thinking. Then she started worrying. Money was a big one as she was out of work at the moment. Depending on others for the roof over her head or the food on the table brought up bad memories of life with the ex. He'd made her feel guilty for asking for anything. Heaven help her if she made noises about getting a job. On top of that, he yelled and bitched at her for not spending money wisely. It was his expenditures that blew the budget, not her shopping. Not that it mattered. No matter what she did, it was always her fault.

By the time that Rafe came to bed, Rose was awake, but way too quiet. He crawled in and snuggled in close. She was ice cold. "Rose, what's wrong?" he asked.

"I just can't get warm," she said quietly.

"I can tell that. Why"

"I... I just can't."

Rafe moved so that he had more of his body in contact with Rose and held her close. "Okay, so you're cold. What else is bothering you?"

"Noth..." she started to say, when Rafe hugged her tighter to let her know he didn't believe her. "I'm worried about money, and," she trailed off again.

"Rose, money isn't the big problem is it?" he asked softly.

"No, it's just... dammit, I'm so tired of him being able to push my buttons even after all this time."

"Sweetie, he had lots of years of practice. You've only had four years away from him. It will take awhile," he said softly. Rose moved in his arms. He thought for a moment that she had nodded in agreement. A moment later, she was sobbing quietly in his arms. "Rose, it's okay. Sweetie, relax," he said hoping that she could stop. Otherwise, she'd cry herself out and right into a headache. All Rafe could do is hold her. Rafe took a deep breath and tried to relax. This would take a little time.

*

Rose's ex was a piece of work. He had a good public face, and was the kind of person everyone liked. However, at home he was a mentally abusive controlling ass with a temper. He'd never hit Rose, but the kind of bruises he left didn't show. Rose was a strong, intelligent woman. Great cook, intellectual, and one hell of an organizer. However, she did her best when Rafe had first met her, to disappear into the background. Curvy, flirty and those eyes. Yet she wore clothes that hid her shape. She might as well have been wearing a table cloth.

Moving had been necessary. Rafe's ex-wife, another piece of work, literally drove him out of the state. He'd moved out this way on the recommendation of a co-worker. Rafe went looking for a house to rent.

He had been looking at a house two doors down and was walking back to the hotel when he saw a woman trying to haul water up a staircase. He'd offered to help and the first two times she'd said no. He took a look at the stairs and the water and just took the five gallon jug from her. After he set it down in the kitchen, they started to talk. Well, started to talk once she stopped apologizing for the state of the place, why she was hauling water and about ten other things. Her family had owned the house and previous renters had torn it up. Rafe waited and when she finally stopped for a moment, he introduced himself.

"Hi, Let's start over. My name is Rafe," he said holding out his hand.

She wiped her muddy hands on her baggy jeans and took his hand. "Hi, I'm Rose Davis," she said and looked up to his face for the first time.

Rafe looked into her eyes and felt like someone had just taken his breath away. Deep blue rings around pale blue irises. He'd meant to just introduce himself and leave, but then his mouth opened up. "I'm looking for a place to live, and if we could cut a deal with construction work for part of the rent, I'd be glad to help you," he said.

Rose was floored. She never expected to rent the place, let alone get someone to help her with the work. "I,... um... there isn't any internal plumbing and I,... um... I live in the guest house out back," she finally said.

Twenty minutes later, Rafe understood that she had just left her husband and was doing her best to survive on part time work and whatever money her family could send her way. Living in the guest house was the best she could do while trying to fix up the main house. They made a deal and Rafe grabbed his stuff out of the hotel and was clearing out a corner of a bedroom to live in that night. The house itself wasn't in bad shape, it just had no heating or plumbing. Rose's guest house had a potbellied stove which kept her warm and she cooked soup and noodles on it. The rest of the house would need more work.

Rafe had found a part time job which left him free to work on computers and the house. The front of the house turned into his office and a computer repair shop. Rose continued to live in the guest house and worked wherever she could.

One afternoon, Rafe was up to his eyeballs in computers, drying paint and phone calls. Rose walked in and he could tell from the look on her face that something had happened. She walked straight through the office, didn't say a word and started to make a cup of tea.

Rafe came up behind her to ask if there was anything he could do. He never got a word said, because she turned at the sound of his steps and tried to exit the kitchen. There were tears silently streaming down her face. He wrapped his arms around her and she curled into his arms. Her head fit right under his chin. She stopped crying a few moments later and Rafe tilted her face up towards his.

"Okay, what happened?" he asked.

"My job finished, and when I went to cash my paycheck, I ran into my ex," she said.

"Okay, it was a temp job, so..."

"So he had to rub it in my face that maybe I should stop playing house and come back where I belong. All with that tone that said I was some kind of slut and irresponsible child all at the same time," she said as she pulled herself out of his arms and turned back to making tea.

Rafe thought about what she said for a moment because something didn't add up. "Rose, what is this about playing house and you being a slut?" he asked as it had finally dawned on him what didn't sound right.

"According to my ex, I am 'playing house' with you. So, therefore I am a slut or some sort of sexual deviant who can't keep her hands to herself," she said with disgust. She stirred the creamer into the tea and handed him a cup. She then sat down at the kitchen table.

Rafe sat down with his cup. "Um, Rose, you and I don't have a relationship."

"I KNOW that!" she said and put her cup down hard enough to slosh tea over the side.

"So, why should he care what you do with your life?" he asked.

"Because there isn't any final paperwork between us yet, he figures that he can make me come back to him. So, he plays stupid games and dumb tricks to upset me. Hopes that it will make me want to come back. It took me long enough to understand just what an ass he was and there is no way I'm going back," she finished.

Rafe just nodded. They'd talked one night about why she had left her marriage. It hadn't made Rafe like the guy one bit. This latest bit of information hadn't made his decision to stay out of a relationship for a while easy. Rafe found Rose attractive. Those eyes. Plus, she had a sharp wit and intellect that enticed him. He liked women with 'spark'. That little voice inside his head was chattering ninety miles an hour, and he was beginning to listen.

"Rose, Would he act any different if you were having a relationship with someone?" he asked quietly.

Rose blinked. He swore he could hear the gears grind as she thought about what he'd asked. She took a sip of tea and then set the cup back down. "Rafe, I don't know. I haven't been with anyone since I left him," she said.

Rafe nodded, and thought for a moment. "Do you care how he'd react?" he asked.

Rose thought for a moment and then replied. "You know, I don't. I've already been damned, I might as well enjoy myself," she said.

Rafe smiled. "Rose, would you like to go to dinner with me?" he asked.

"Yes." she said.

*

Rafe took it slow. As much for Rose as for himself. They went to dinner at the local diner. Nothing fancy, but it was not ramen noodles cooked on a potbellied stove. They talked and ate and got to know each other a bit more. He'd learned that she actually owned an old laptop that she used for classes and writing. Rafe mentally kicked himself for thinking she was a Luddite. Rose learned he'd been in the military and that they liked the same kind of music.

They walked home after dinner and he escorted her to the door of the guest house. "Good night Rose," he said.

"Good night. Thanks for dinner. That and the talk really helped," she said as she looked up at him.

Rafe looked at her face and then bent to kiss her. She held still for a second and then slowly returned the kiss. His arms went around her and he held her close while they kissed. After a moment, she broke off the kiss.

"I need to..." and then turned into the guest house leaving Rafe on the step.

Rafe went back to the main house. He realized that she was more nervous about this than he was. The kiss had made him want to carry her inside and... No, he had to slow down. If this was going to work at all, he had to take his time. As much for him as for her. It took a long time for him to fall asleep.

The next morning, she was up early doing laundry with the machine out on the back porch. She ran the water into the garden which he thought was odd at first, but it made sense. The noise of the washer had woken him up. Rafe got up and dressed. He just had repair work today, but yesterdays phone calls had delayed him. He wasn't sure how he was going to juggle all the work he was getting. Rafe sat down with his cup of tea and had just started reading the comics on his computer when Rose came in the room.

"Rafe, would you mind if I went though your books?" she asked.

"No, why?"

"Well, to be honest, I'm bored. I have cleaned the guest house, done my laundry, worked in the yard and I have nothing to do on the house until we have a bit more income," she said.

Rafe nodded. They were about to start the plumbing and were shy the tiles for the shower. Neither one of them wanted to get half finished, so they had agreed to wait. Right now there was water in the bathroom if you didn't mind an on/off valve and a bucket. At least there was no more stair climbing with a five gallon jug. "Have at the shelves. I got some new books from the used bookstore last week."

"Okay, thanks," she said and with that started looking through the shelves. After a minute, she pulled one down and then curled up in the chair her sister had given her a few weeks earlier.

Rafe got started with the repairs and then the phone rang. He took care of the call, went back to the computer he'd been working on and just got the transfer going when the phone rang. He growled as he went to answer it. That call took thirty minutes. Returning to the computer, he was working on the transfer that had failed when the phone rang again. He turned to answer it when it stopped ringing.

"Rafael's Computers, how can I help you? No, Rafe is occupied at the moment, can I take a message? Oh. No problem. Have you checked out your temporary Internet files? Ah. Empty those, your trash and then reboot. If that doesn't work, give us a call back and I'll set up an appointment. Oh, no problem. Thanks for calling, Mrs. Meyers," she said and hung up. Turning to find a notepad to write on, she saw Rafe's face. He sat there with his mouth open.

"What? Did I do something wrong?" she asked.

"No. No you didn't. That was wonderful."

"Well, I couldn't let it go on ringing and interrupting you. I wasn't sure whether to laugh with all the cussing just prior to you being so polite on the phone or be irritated that I couldn't concentrate on my book," she said.

Rafe laughed. "Rose, would you like a job? It doesn't pay much, but it would really help me out. I think I need a receptionist, first level tech and someone to keep me in line," he said.

It was Rose's turn to laugh. "I don't know a damn thing about computers!"

"Wrong! You just did tech support at the drop of a hat on the phone. What you don't know, I can teach you," he said. Just what else did this woman know he wondered. Then he saw the book she had in her hand. The Prince, by Machiavelli. Oh god, what was he getting himself into?

"I just told her to do what I always got yelled at for when she said the computer was slow. That wasn't anything special."

"Who yelled at you when you asked computer questions?" Rafe asked even though he had an idea of who it was.

"My ex. Remember, I'm just a housewife with no clue even though I think my IQ tested out at 180 or 190 when I was twelve," she said with a bite to her voice.

"Ouch. Point taken. Rose, you are hired. What you don't know, ask. You can use that desk there, just put the stuff in a box. Oh, and bring your computer in here. I want to see this ancient chunk of plastic," he said as he pointed to the spare desk he'd bought last week.

"Okay," she said. Rose put the book down and started clearing a space. She answered the phone eight times before she got it all set up the way she wanted and then went to get the laptop. It was nearly dinner time, so she grabbed her ramen noodles and brought them inside. She couldn't afford to take them out, but she could cook. Hopefully the ancient electric stove would play nice. Putting the water on to boil, she brought her laptop out and put it on her new desk and then walked back to the kitchen.

Rafe looked over as he heard the thump of plastic against wood. He tried not to cringe, thinking about how the rough handling could damage a computer. Looking over to Rose's desk, he blinked. There on the desk was a CF 50 Panasonic Tough Book. She'd done it again. Where had she found that treasure he wondered.

*

Over dinner which consisted of ramen noodles with home made pad Thai peanut sauce and veggies, Rafe learned that a friend of hers had given her the laptop when her ex had broken her desktop computer. Worse yet, the idiot had felt no need to do anything because apparently Rose was just goofing around on the computer and not really doing anything.

"I was furious. As far as he was concerned it didn't matter if all my stuff was lost. Lucky for me, one of my sons salvaged my data and put it on the computer," she said.

"You know, I'm surprised you let him live. I wouldn't have."

"Well,..." she started.

"I'm amazed that he didn't think he needed to teach you anything either when it came to the computer."

"Oh no, if he did that, it meant that I'd be able to do things by myself. To teach me would mean a lost of control. He is all about control," Rose said.

"On everything?" Rafe asked.

"Oh yeah. Household spending, the kids, computers, sex, groceries, laundry, taxes, the whole damn thing," she said as she cleared the table.

"But I thought you said you did all the work around the house and dealt with the bills and the kids," Rafe said rather confused.

"I did. When things went wrong though, it was all my fault for not following his plan or idea or directions." Her voice took on a bitter tone as she started doing the dishes.

"Oh. Rose, what made you decide that you couldn't stay with him any longer?" Rafe asked hoping that it wasn't too raw of a subject. He still didn't know her well.

"I had five friends within the space of about a month all try to tell me what a mentally abusive asshole my ex was. I didn't want to believe them. I knew he wasn't perfect, but I'd lived with him all those years, and in some ways I was use to life like that. Then I decided to talk to him about his temper. He's always been a bit over the top that way. So, I asked him if he'd work on curbing his temper. He yelled and screamed at me so loudly the windows shook. I'd had enough and walked out of the room. He slammed the door so hard he broke the frame and dislocated his shoulder. That was when I knew I had to leave," she said.

Rafe realized he was clenching his fists. "How long ago did this happen?"

"About two years ago. I had to wait until my youngest was eighteen," she said.

"Oh. Okay," Rafe nodded. He was still trying to get over the idea that Rose had children, let alone old enough to be a grandma. She didn't look like it.

"He still thinks I'll come back. Don't know why, as I've lived over here for nearly a year, but he lives on that river in Egypt, you know it, the DeNial?" she said with a smile on her face.

Rafe laughed. "Yeah. I know that one. Just fished in it once or twice."

Rose laughed and grabbed her book and started to head out the back door.

"Rose, thanks for dinner," Rafe said as he walked towards Rose.

"You're welcome. It wasn't anything special."

"Thanks for all your help today too. You saved my sanity," he said and gave her a hug, then a kiss.

Rose was a bit startled by the affection. She'd been nervous about the kiss the other night, even though it had been wonderful. She had just shut herself down so tight in order not to feel, that she wasn't sure what to think. She hugged him back. It felt so good to touch someone. Plus, Rafe smelled good.

She's hugging back! Rafe thought to himself. Rafe was surprised by Rose's response to his hug and kiss. Then again, he was surprised at his own behavior. He knew he was getting defensive earlier. No one should have to put up with the stuff she had.

They both realized that they had been standing there in each others arms for more than a friendly hug about the same time. Rose moved first.

"Sorry about that," she started to apologize.

"Stop."

Rose blinked.

"Stop apologizing. You didn't do anything wrong," Rafe said with a little more force than he meant to.

"But... " she started.

"Rose, how long has it been since you've had more than a hug from a friend or a kiss from one of your kids?" Rafe asked.

"Way too long," she said looking at the floor.

Rafe took her head in his hand and raised it to look her in the face. "You're starving aren't you?" he asked. "Emotionally starved that is," he corrected when he realized what he said was awkward.

"I'm fine."

"Rose, you are a terrible liar," Rafe said and took the book out of her hand and set it on the table. Then he took her in his arms and just held her. She stood stiffly at first as if trying to resist the hug. Then, she simply went limp against him, and her arms wrapped around his waist.

"Oh gods it has been a long time. I..." she mumbled against his shirt.

"It's okay Rose, We all need to be held. Especially when we've been through an emotional wringer like you have," he said. Rafe realized that they ought to sit down. "Rose, let's go sit down on the couch," he suggested.




Patience



"Okay," she said and followed him out to the living room.

"How about a movie?" he asked. She nodded and he grabbed Quigley Down Under off of the shelf. He put it in the DVD player and turned on the TV. They sat on the couch and Rafe put his arms around her. Slowly she relaxed. They watched the movie without too many comments. Rafe ran his hand down her arms and across her shoulders as they watched the movie. Timidly, Rose finally put her hand on his knee.

"Where do we go from here?" Rafe thought.

*

They settled into a routine. Rafe worked his part time job and Rose worked when she had work. Otherwise she worked on the house and kept the computer business running when Rafe was gone or busy. In the evenings, they ate together and then watched a movie. Snuggling on the couch was fine, but once the movie was over, Rose went back out to the guest house.

Rafe wanted to be more intimate, but was afraid to spook Rose. They had fallen asleep one night on the couch, and she had panicked around 1am when she woke up. It had taken him a good thirty minutes to get her to calm down. He still didn't know why she was so skittish. He'd even run into the ex at the library one afternoon. Rafe had a client who promised to meet him at the library, and so he went early to scout out the place. It was a nice enough building. While he was examining the card catalog, a man had come up behind him asking if he needed help. Rafe shook his head and went off to look for the client. Watching from the stacks, he watched the man and realized just who it was. Rose was right. Very nice in public, but with a sheen of nasty that peeked out. On the way out of the library, Rafe heard someone ask the ex about Rose and the moment the woman's back was turned, the ex's whole demeanor changed. It was almost frightening.

Rose was off at a meeting. She'd gotten a job writing for the local paper. It didn't pay much, but it helped with the bills and made her feel better. It was 9 pm, and he realized that he was checking the clock. She was due home soon. "You're falling for her," that voice in his head was saying. "Duh!" he answered. He put water in the kettle for tea. That was something else Rose had started him on. English tea. The kettle had just clicked off when he heard the door open.

"How was the meeting Rose?" he asked from the kitchen.

"Great! Right up until the moment the damned ex walked in the door," she growled.

Rafe stopped what he was doing and walked into the office area where Rose had sat down at her computer. She was pounding out the meeting on the keys and into an Open Office document. He wasn't sure if she was angry or ready to burst into tears. He went to put his hand on her shoulder when she turned.

"Stop. Don't touch me until I have this written. Don't talk anymore until I have this written, and I'd love a cup of tea," she said and then turned back to the computer screen.

Rafe nodded and then went out to the kitchen and finished making tea. He put her cup on the pot holder she used as a trivet and walked away.

Thirty minutes later, she shut down her computer and came over to the couch where he sat reading.

"Care to tell me what happened?" he asked.

"The meeting was going well. No new surprises with this bunch. All the arguments were last month and now everyone is playing kiss and make up. Then, ten minutes before the meeting was over, he walked in and sat down next to me. Whispered that he wanted to talk to me. I was stuck. So, after the meeting, he walked me to the car and talked," she finished.

"What did you talk about?" he asked. He had an idea of where this was going, but hoped he was wrong.

"He wanted to let me know that he still loved me and would take me back even now. That he understood that there weren't too many people my age who'd be interested in dating me, so he'd take me back so I wouldn't be too lonely," she said almost spitting she was so mad.

"What?"

"From what I gathered, someone told him I looked happy, and asked if we were back together. Of course he said yes. Therefore, he had to hunt me down and try to get me to come back to him."

"Good grief. Why didn't he just tell the truth?" he asked.

"I don't know. I'm also pissed that he insinuated that I couldn't get a date if I tried, because I'm too damn old! Not that I have one, but dammit, I'm not that desperate," she growled.

Rafe thought for a moment. "Rose, you aren't that old."

"Rafe, I'm 50," she said.

"So, it doesn't mean you're sexually dead."

"No, but I don't exactly have men beating down the front door," she said.

"That's because you are too busy trying to fix the world to see anyone," he said softly. "Now you're in for it buddy boy!" said that voice in his head.

"What?"

"Rose, in case you missed it, we have been dating, of a sort, for the last few months. Or, did you miss that was what the kisses and hugs good night were about?" Rafe asked.

"Umm... I um.... I. Oh hell. I'm sorry Rafe. You're right, I get so wrapped up in things I forget everything around me. And I'm so use to being ignored by the ex, that I forget that others might pay attention to me if I just slow down for five minutes," she said.

"Yes, and it is time to stop running away. I enjoy your company and want to know you better," he said as he took her teacup out of her hand and put it on the table. Then he pulled her to her feet and wrapped Rose in his arms.

"Rafe, I'm scared. Afraid to let my guard down," she admitted quietly.

"I know. Your panic the night we fell asleep on the couch told me that. The last thing I want to do is hurt you. But, you have to step over your own shadow," he said and raised her face for a kiss.

Rose nodded and accepted the kiss. Rafe's hands moved down her back in a more suggestive manner than he had dared to before. She was soft and warm in his arms. Before she could protest, he took her hand and led her to the bedroom.

*

Rafe's bed was on the floor. He didn't have a frame for the mattress and box spring he'd gotten at the yard sale. There were pillows and a heavy quilt across the top. He took off his shoes and laid down on the bed.

"Rose, lay down," he asked softly.

Rose stood there for a moment and then kicked off her shoes. She sat down on the edge of the bed. Rafe reached for her hand and pulled her closer to him. She finally relented and put her head on the pillow next to him.

"Where I come from, no means no, maybe means no and yes means maybe. From here on in, those rules apply. Do you understand?" he asked.

"Yes. It's just been almost three years and... gods, what on earth do you see in me?" she asked.

"Don't let her run, fool!" said the voice in his head. Rafe put his hand to her face so that she had to look at him. "I see a lovely woman who has been lonely for far too long. I see an intellect to cut steel with and eyes that stop my brain. I see someone I'd like to be intimate with if she wants," he said.

"Eyes? Is that why you won't look at me sometimes?" she asked.

"Yes. Can't think if I do."

"I wondered," she said.

Rafe nodded and decided that they'd talked enough. He started kissing her. As she responded to the kisses, he let his hand roam across her arms and hips. Rose began to respond to his kisses and his touching. His hand moved to her breast and there was a gasp from Rose.

"Rose, are you okay?" he asked.

"Yes, It just feels so good. I had forgotten how nice it was to be touched," she replied.

Rafe reached for the buttons on her shirt. "May I?" he asked as he touched a button. Rose nodded. Rafe unbuttoned her shirt to reveal a bra slightly worse for wear. He leaned forward and kissed the skin above the bra cup. Meeting no resistance, he continued kissing her as he opened her shirt more. Rose responded more and more, with her hands running up and down his chest and back in concert with his caresses.

"Rafe,"

"Yes Rose," he answered her wondering what was on her mind.

"Do you really want to go further?" she asked.

"Yes. Do you?"

Rose nodded and stood up to undress. Rafe followed her lead. Before she could do more than unbutton the last of the shirt buttons, he moved to help her undress. Rose looked up a little startled, but didn't stop him. He slipped the shirt off her shoulders and let it drop to the floor. Then he stood and waited for her. It took her a second, but then she started to unbutton his shirt. When it was on the floor, he moved to unbutton her jeans. He slid them past her hips and down to her ankles. Once there, she stepped out of them. Standing there in her bra and panties, she started to unbuckle his belt. The leather was stiff, but finally gave way. The jeans were a bit more problematic. His erection pulled the material tight, and once the button was undone, the zip practically undid itself. Rose gingerly pulled the jeans down his legs. Standing there in their undies, Rafe smiled and then turned Rose around. He undid her bra and moved the straps off her shoulders. As it began to fall, he wrapped his arms around her and cupped her breasts with his hands as he cradled her in his arms. Her breasts were warm and soft, and heavy.

Rose turned around in his arms and the bra fell to the floor. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him. His erection was pressed between them as they hugged.

"Want to lay down?" Rafe asked.

"Yes," she said and crawled under the covers.

Rafe joined her and they went back to touching, kissing and exploring each others body. Rafe couldn't wait any longer and moved his hand to her crotch. Reaching between her legs, he discovered that her panties were soaked. Touching her made her moan. Rafe moved away for a moment and took off his underwear. His erection bobbed softly against her leg as his hand went back to her ass and down her leg.

Rafe felt Rose's hand move down his hip and then across his pelvis touching his cock. Her hand was warm and gentle. It was his turn to moan.

"Rafe," she said sounding uncertain.

"Yes, Rose,"

"Um.. You're... um... bigger than I'm use to," she finally said in almost a whisper.

"It will be okay. I'll go slow and you let me know if it is too much, okay?" he said.

"Okay," she replied and tried to hook her fingers in her undies.

"Let me do that," he said.

She nodded and moved her hands away. Rafe removed her panties and brought his fingers up her legs in a long caress. Rose moaned and opened her legs. He moved his hands in and touched her lips which were wet. His fingers moved up and down and then into her. She was so wet, that his fingers went in easily, finding that inner g-spot. Rose groaned with pleasure and bucked against his fingers. A few more strokes and she started to orgasm. She came with a gasp.

"Are you ready for more?" he asked.

Rose nodded and moved onto her back with legs open and knees up. Rafe moved between her knees and placed the head of his cock between her lips and slowly moved into her wet opening. Rose moaned and brought her hips up to meet him. Rafe moved slowly, not knowing how she was built. Each stroke pulled him in deeper. It felt so good. He moved his hips slightly and then slid in as far as he dared. Rose kept moving in rhythm with him and didn't cry for him to stop. "Go for it!" said the voice in his head. Rafe slid all the way in, something he hadn't been able to do with his ex. Pulling out, and then sliding back in brought no complaints from Rose.

"Rafe,.... don't stop. Feels soo gggood," she managed to gasp as she orgasmed.

"Okay, I won't last much longer, been too long since the last time," he gasped. Rose was starting to orgasm again, and the muscles clamping around him were almost too much. Her legs wrapped around his waist and pulled him in tight. Their rhythm increased until Rafe didn't think he could go much faster. Rose hit orgasm, and wave after wave of pleasure rolled over her and seemingly over Rafe. It was more than he could take, and he felt his own orgasm surge up from the tips of his toes and rocket out of his body.

They frozen in time for a split second, orgasms washing over the two of them. Only the groans from their lips gave any sign of life to the pair. Then, Rafe felt Rose collapse under him. He disengaged and moved off of her and laid down next to her on the bed. Pulling her close, he touched her clit and gave her another orgasm. As she came, he swore he was sharing it. She squeaked as she came, giggled over the noise and then cuddled up tight to his chest. Both were asleep in moments.

*

Rafe woke, and realized that Rose was gone. The bed was still warm and he knew she hadn't been gone long. Looking around, he saw that the bathroom light was on. He got up and knocked on the door.

"Rose?"

"Out in a minute," she said.

He waited. Looking around, he could see that her clothes were still on the floor. At least she wasn't trying to leave. Or, maybe she was. He stood there naked, and waited for her.

The door opened and Rose walked out. "Oh! Sorry, I'll get out of your way," she said as she tried to move out of his way.

"Rose, it's okay. Just come back to bed," he said and took her hand.

"I,... I really, um..." she stuttered.

"Rose, come back to bed. Mrs. Grundy doesn't get a vote in your sex life, and neither does your ex. Besides, I have this proposition for you," he said and pointed down to his cock which had sprung to life again.

Rose looked down and giggled. "Oh my. I really shouldn't..." she started.

"Shouldn't make excuses about having fun? Enjoying yourself?" he asked as he led her back to bed.

They crawled back under the covers and Rafe cuddled her next to him. "Now, was sex that bad that you want to run off and sleep alone?" he asked.

"Oh, it was wonderful. I was afraid you'd be too big, but oh it felt good," she said.

"Have to admit that I was a bit worried, but you are a delight to bed. Do you always orgasm like that?" he asked.

"What do you mean?"

"Share every emotion and orgasm so hard without any extra stimulation?"

"Maybe once in a blue moon. Otherwise, I usually only came when the ex would use his fingers. I've never had an orgasm like what we did a bit ago. Sort of blew my mind to be honest," she said.

"What? Good grief. Didn't he know any techniques to help you out?"

"No, I guess you could say it didn't matter to him."

Rafe just held her close. If he let go of her at this point, he'd probably hit something, or someone. "What an idiot her ex is!" that little voice in his head murmured. Kissing her on the lips, he began to caress her. Rose responded to his kisses with little moans and her hand worked down to his cock. Her touch made him moan. Then Rose surprised him. She kissed down his neck to his chest, and from there worked down his stomach until she reached his cock.

"I hope you like my kisses," she said and then started kissing around the base of his cock. Working up the underside, she sucked on that tender bit of flesh just under the head. Rafe moaned. Then she took as much of his cock into her mouth as she could. He felt her tongue move up and around his cock as her mouth moved. It was almost too much sensation, and felt heavenly all at once. She opened her mouth and sucked air in so that it felt cool along his flesh. Then she closed her mouth again, bringing heat back in a way that sent shivers up his spine.

"Rrrrose,..." he groaned.

She stopped what she was doing with a long tight kiss as she pulled his cock out of her mouth. "Yes?" she asked.

"Come here, I don't think I'll last much longer if you keep that up," he said softly.

Rose moved up and straddled Rafe, guiding his cock into her and slowly settling down until their hips met. They rocked slowly back and forth until Rose started orgasming. They sped up. One second, they were moving, and the next Rose froze in orgasm, followed quickly by Rafe. Once again, that feeling of shared emotion washed over him. "How on earth didn't that idiot notice this with her?" he wondered. Rose collapsed on his chest, and he rolled her over so that they were still face to face, but on the pillows.

"Oh gods that was good," she panted.

"Oh yeah. I thought the blow job was good, but that was better," he said rolling over to touch her again. He liked the way she wiggled against his fingers. That and the way she tried so hard to be quiet.

"Oh! OH-oh-oh-oh-Oooooooohhh!" she moaned much louder than she intended as she orgasmed.

Rafe smiled and did it again. This time, she squeaked and then passed out.

"Rose? Are you okay?" he asked gently.

Rose fluttered her eyelids, blinked and then smiled. "Oh my," she said with a giggle in her voice. "That was... was... oh my," was all she managed. Kissing Rafe on the lips, she curled up tight to his chest. She was asleep in seconds.

Rafe held her and fell asleep soon after Rose.

*

Rose finally got all of her stuff out of the guest house and into the regular house at Rafe's insistence. They had played musical beds for a few months until Rafe got tired of freezing in the winter going from the house to the guest house.

Rose closed the drawer and stood up to find Rafe standing right behind her. He wrapped his arms around her and held her close. Rafe had come to understand when she was feeling touch hungry and needed extra caresses, hugs or sex. In fact, there were days she wore him out. However, she gave back emotionally too. Sex with Rose was neither ordinary or boring.

Rafe had also learned just how vanilla her sex life was with the ex. Not that he was overtly kinky or anything, but he knew more than three positions and had introduced Rose to sensory play. Plus, sex wasn't all about pleasure for him at the expense of his partner's pleasure.

"Feeling a bit rough today?" he asked her.

"Yeah, I know we've been lovers for a while, but actually moving in seems..."

"A little more real?" he finished.

"Yes. A lot more real. Plus, the divorce papers go in next week. I've lived apart from him, but this is real change. I don't know how he'll react," she said and turned in his arms so that she could wrap her arms around him. "Sorry to be so touch hungry. I just can't seem to cope some days, and I'm having a lot of those days lately."

"Rose, it's okay. I have my days too,"

"Not as often, and most of yours are fueled by nightmares. Mine are fueled by the stress of dealing with the ex," she said.

"Not much difference really. I'm just remembering my stress, and you are living it. Which reminds me, are we going for a drive later this afternoon?" he asked.

"Umm... Let me get done with this and I think I can postpone the rest of the stuff I need to do until this evening," she said as she hurried to put the last of her things in the dresser.

Rose was done in fifteen minutes and they were out the door five minutes after that. They got in the car and were just heading out of town when Rose realized she didn't know where they were going.

"Rafe, where are we headed?" she asked.

I figured that we'd kill two birds with one stone. We'd drive the back way into town, so that we could enjoy the scenery, and then when we get to town, I'm taking you to our favorite Chinese buffet, and shopping."

"Shopping? We've got groceries. Did you need something that I forgot?" she asked, with a tinge of worry in her voice. Even after all this time, there were moments when she felt she had screwed up and would go all apologetic.

"No. The shopping is for you."

"Okay, now I'm confused. I don't need anything," she said.

"Yes you do. Watching you put your clothes in the drawers confirmed something I had thought but had no firm proof of until today."

"Huh?" she asked totally confused by this point.

"You need clothes. You have a small stash of professional clothes. You have a huge pile of things that don't fit well or are fine for hiking and gardening. However, you have nothing for you. You have the same undies and bras that you did when I first undressed you, and they were worse for wear then. So, we are going undies shopping." he said. Rafe had been aghast to see that she wore stuff that was more appropriate to his grandma or some maiden aunt.




Patience



"Rafe, I don't have the money," she started to protest.

"No, but I do. Plus, I seem to remember that I owe you some back wages. I got my tax money, and so I decided that we were gong shopping," he said. "And the granny panties get to die!" said the voice in the back of his head.

"Rafe! I really don't need new undies," she protested.

"Fine, then I'll buy you a bunch of things that I think will fit without any input from you. Sound good?" he asked with a little edge to his voice. He was frustrated that Rose wouldn't do things for herself or let others do them for her.

Rose gulped. She'd heard that tone in his voice before, and realized that there was no changing his mind. "Um, Rafe, please... it's just that... oh hell. I'm no good at this," she said and sort of curled up in her seat.

Rafe realized that he had surprised and upset her at the same time. He pulled the car over at a gas station, and after he parked, he turned to her. "Rose, its okay. I just wanted to give you a present. I knew if I gave you the money, you'd use it on something practical and still be wearing those same worn out things. I didn't mean to upset you," he said.

Rose looked over at him, and nodded. She knew deep down that she'd love new clothes, but was so use to denying herself that she just did it automatically. "Okay Rafe, we'll go shopping. It's just..."

"Yes, I know. And I'm sorry if I accidentally pushed some buttons. I get frustrated that you are so shy about letting people help you. I love you and want to see you in pretty things. Okay?"

Rose smiled this time. "Okay. Just no pink lace. I hate pink."

"Fine, lots of pink lace with extra froth on the side," he said with a smile.

Rose giggled and swatted at him with her fingers. He grabbed her fingers and kissed them. Then he pulled her into a hug. After a kiss, Rafe pulled forward, filled the tank and they headed off to town.

*

Rafe was very good at spotting things that would work for Rose. By the time they'd left the mall, she had new bras, panties and a nightgown that didn't look like it belonged on a nun. Rafe had two new shirts as well. They were passing the Scents shop when Rose slowed down. She was looking in the windows, but passed by the door.

"Honey, why don't you go in?" he asked.

"No, I don't need anything, I've got lotions at home. It just smells so nice as we walk past," she said.

"Rose, this isn't about need. This is about want. Let's go in and see what smells good to you," he said taking her by the hand and leading her into the store. "Oh my, lacy bits and nice scents, she'll pass out on you!" said the voice in the back of his head.

"Rafe, I feel like a five year old in a candy store," Rose said looking at all the scents.

Rafe smiled. Body lotions, shower gels, candles and massage oils filled the shelves. She walked past the vanilla's and coconut flavors and headed for the aromatherapy scents. Rafe watched her and then headed for the aisle marked 'New Scents'. He smelled a few and found one he liked. Rafe watched Rose out of the corner of his eyes to see if she actually focused on any one scent.

After about ten minutes of walking around, she kept returning to one area. He went over to where she was standing. "Find anything?" he asked.

"Um... well, this one is nice, but I can probably find a cheaper one at the Market," she said.

"You really like this one?" he asked as he turned it over and checked the price. It was $8, which was why she was making noises about not buying it. Most of the lotions she bought cost $1 or $2 and smelled okay, but were nothing compared to this stuff.

"It does smell nice, but I..." was as far as she got. Rafe had picked up two, since he read the sign which knocked $4 off the price if you bought two.

"Good. Now you can smell as beautiful as you look," he said.

Rose blushed. After all this time, she still wasn't use to thinking of herself as beautiful. Self esteem was not her strong point when it came to appearance.

"Aren't you going to get anything? You don't have any cologne or aftershave either," she said.

"Gottcha there! She's right!" said that voice.

"Um..."

"Rafe, Fair is fair. Let's go look at the men's stuff," she said.

"You're right. Let's see if we can find something that we both like," he said.

"Okay," she said slowly like something she'd tried hadn't worked exactly as she expected. They walked over to the men's scents. After about five minutes they had found one he liked and that Rose did too. Rafe paid for them and they headed out for dinner.

Dinner at the Chinese buffet was great. The owner was a thin energetic woman who chatted with them every time they came in. Stuffed on smoked eel sushi and dumplings, they headed home forty minutes later. Rafe took the Interstate home. Rose headed for the bathroom as soon as he got the door unlocked.

A few minutes later, Rafe heard Rose call his name and he went into the bedroom to see what she wanted. Rose was standing there in one of the new bra and undies sets they'd bought and smelled of the new lotion as well. She was nervous. She looked great.

"Ohmy ohmy ooooommmmyyyy" said that voice.

"Rose, you look beautiful."

She blushed. Then she didn't know what to do. "I... I tried on the bits, and think this one looks the best," she said.

"Well, let's see the others," he said softly and sat on the bed.

Rose went back into the bathroom and came out in a minute with another set on. He smiled, and then she went and changed again. This time, she came out wearing the nightie. It was soft blue knit and swirled around her thighs.

"That's much prettier on than in the store," he said.

"I thought so too. Plus," she said and lifted the hem of the nightie and showed him one of the other pair of panties they'd bought. Rose had agreed to two bras and six pairs of panties.

"Very nice, now come here," Rafe said.

Rose walked over to him, and snuggled into his arms. He put his nose in close to her neck and smelled how the lotion melded with her own scent. The air moving past her skin tickled, and she giggled.

Rafe sat down on the bed and pulled Rose with him. As they snuggled on the bed, he moved the hair away from her face and kissed her.

"So, was it worth the stress of shopping?" he asked.

Rose hesitated for a moment. "Yeah," she said quietly.

"Good," he said. "Now how do I unwrap you?" he finished with a smile.

*

Rafe opened the door quietly. It was 1am. He'd tried to get home sooner, but it seemed like there was a conspiracy to delay him. First the job was over 275 miles away. Then complications with parts and software. At least the per diam was good. He'd made more in four days than he normally did in four weeks.

Bad part was that he was gone the final week of Rose's divorce proceedings. He knew from their nightly chats that she was exhausted. These had been the hardest weeks of her life. Her ex had been yelling and screaming for the better part of three weeks. Today had been the final day and the gavel hit the desk at 9am. He had wanted to be there with her, but the client insisted on paying him today instead of the night before.

He'd talked to her on the phone earlier that evening. She was so tired, that she was headed to bed as soon as they hung up the phone. That had been at 7pm. Rafe had said he'd be there as soon as he could and had gotten on the road while they were still talking.

Rafe placed his bags on the floor, took off his shoes and tiptoed into the bedroom. He still had the bag from the Oddities Shop in his hand. He'd been walking past the window and seen this iridescent fairy made of fabric, beads and ceramics. It was only about eight inches tall. It reminded him of Rose, the way she told him 'Don't piss off the Fairies' when he was doing something new or delicate. Her way of saying be careful. So, he did something serendipitous for once and bought an impractical gift. "See, engineers CAN be spontaneous!" said the voice in his head.

Rafe opened the bedroom door to find Rose curled up in the sheets, wearing what looked like just her bra and panties. He set the bag on the floor and undressed quietly. She stirred as he started to crawl under the covers.

"Rafe?" she asked sleepily.

"Yes Rose, I'm home," he answered.

Rose wrapped her arms around him and snuggled close. Rafe cuddled her close. She smelled good. He moved down to kiss her lips and then across her neck. She responded with kisses and mumbled greetings.

Rafe broke off the kiss. "I brought you a present," he said and reached down for the bag. He handed it to her.

Rose took the bag and gave him an odd look. She knew Rafe was the practical sort, so she was curious and cautious all at the same time. The bag didn't weigh much. Rose tried to think of anything she might have asked for on the grocery list or jobs list that would weigh about the same.

"Go on. Open it," he urged.

Rose peeked in and then a smile spread across her face as she pulled the fairy out of the bag.

"Oh! Rafe, she's beautiful! Thank you!" she said and hugged and kissed Rafe. She got out of bed and put the fairy in a place of honor on the dresser. Then she came back to bed and continued kissing Rafe.

"Glad you like the fairy. I saw her and knew she needed to come home with me," he said between kisses.

"Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!"

"I had to do something to brighten your day. I'm sorry I wasn't here," he said.

"It wasn't too bad. He didn't show up. I was glad after all the yelling he's been doing. I'm just glad it is over," Rose said.

"Me too," he answered. Then he started to kiss her neck and down her chest. She had on one of the bra and pantie sets they'd bought. He liked the way she looked in the navy blue lace and satin. His hands ran up her back, and across her shoulders. She wast still tense from the day, but was relaxing under his touch. Rose ran her hands through his hair and onto his shoulders. Leaning in to him brought her breasts up against his lips.

Rafe kissed her breasts through her bra. Her nipples started to get hard. He let his hands drift down her back to the clasp of the bra and he undid it slowly, one hook at a time. Rose shrugged the bra off of her shoulders and let her breasts fall into Rafe's hands. He tossed the bra aside and started kissing her breasts.

Rafe rolled them over until he was on top. He kissed his way down her stomach and when he reached her panties, he slowly pulled them off. Then he kissed up her legs until he was at the top of her pubic bone. His kisses went deeper and Rose arched up as his tongue flicked over her clit.

"Ohhhhhh," she moaned. She arched as he brought her to orgasm again before moving back up her stomach.

Rose moved her hands down and stroked his erection. The tip was damp, and she rubbed the moisture across the top of his head. This brought a shudder up Rafe's spine. It distracted him for a moment and Rose moved so she could wrap her lips around his cock and pulled him as far in as she could.

It was Rafe's turn to groan. "Ohgodsohgodsohgods!!! Been too long!" the voice moaned. He knew he wouldn't last long. Rose made him feel so good, and a week away was a long time. "Rose,... hhold on a mmomment," he gasped.

Rose let go of his cock with a smile. Rafe rolled her on her side and straddled her lower leg. Moving his cock into her wet pussy, while she moved her upper leg towards her chest. Rafe began to move in a slow rhythm. It felts so good, that he began to move faster and faster. Rose moaned with pleasure and her muscles began to tighten around his cock. He could feel her orgasm start and he moved faster. Rose orgasmed again and again which brought Rafe to the brink and pushed him over. He orgasmed hard. Rose orgasmed again and that lovely shared warmth rolled over them. He sank to the bed and laid there gasping. "I love you," she said.

"Love you too," he answered.

*

Rafe had been grouchy all day. He wasn't sure what had set him on edge, but it was seeping into everything he did. Rafe was even snapping at Rose. She had gone quieter and quieter as the evening went on. After dinner, Rose worked on her computer. Rafe asked question after question in rapid succession when Rose closed down her computer and stood up.

"I'm going to bed Rafe," she said quietly.

"Rose, I still have stuff for you to proof," he said sharply.

"Rafe, I'm tired. I'm not in a good head space for making decisions. I'm going to bed." Rose turned and left the room.

"Fine. Goodnight," he said gruffly and turned back to his computer. Rafe realized some time later that Rose hadn't kissed him goodnight. She never forgot to do that. He looked up at the clock and realized that it was after midnight. He closed down his computer and stepped outside for a few minutes.

"What the hell is going on?" he thought to himself. I've been short with people all day." Standing there watching the sky, he realized he had been really short with Rose. "Better go apologize," he said out loud as he headed back into the house.

Rafe got undressed in the bathroom and then quietly went to the bedroom. Rose was curled up in a ball with her arms wrapped around a pillow. He reached over and touched her shoulder.

"Rose, can you scoot over a little?" he asked softly.

Rose blinked and then moved over to let Rafe in bed.

"Rose, I was really crabby today and I'm sorry. I don't know what set me off," he said.

Rose straightened out and faced Rafe. "You were crabby, but I accept your apology. I was getting upset and rather than having more buttons pushed, I just went to bed."

Rafe thought about what she'd said. He hadn't considered that he was 'pushing buttons', but looking back he realized that she had become quieter and quieter all day. Rafe moved to wrap his arms around her. "I really am sorry Rose."

"So am I. We were both mis-communicating tonight," she said as she put her head on his chest. "I'm sorry I let my buttons get pushed."

"That's my fault for being insensitive," said Rafe.

Rose didn't say anything. She just held him.

"Love you Rose," he said.

"Love you too Rafe. It was just a bad day."

"I agree," Rafe said.

Rose snuggled closer.

"I think this is the closest we've ever come to a fight," said Rafe.

"Uhuh."

"Let's not do this again," he said.

""I agree. Let's never fight," said Rose. She raised up to kiss him. Rafe rolled and met her lips with a kiss.

"Would you rub my back?" she asked.

"Yes," he replied.

Rose rolled onto her stomach and got comfortable. Rafe sat up and rubbed her back. Her shoulders were so tense, he didn't think that he'd make a dent in them in an hour.

"Just a second," he said as he stood up. Rafe walked over to the box on the dresser and got the massage thing Rose called the four legged monster. It was a vibrating massage tool they'd bought at Bed & Bath. He sat back down and turned it on. It thrummed away as he ran it over her shoulders.

"I never know which one of us gets more of a massage when we use the four legged monster," Rafe said.

"Neither am I, but it feels really good. I didn't realize how much I hurt." Rose moved to let Rafe get to her neck better.

Rafe ran it down her back almost to her tailbone.

"Stop! That tickles!" she giggled.

"Why?" he asked teasing her with it.

"This was suppose to be a backrub!" she said.

"Well, I'm still on your back," said Rafe.

"I know, but I'm tired and not in the mood to play around," she said.

"Okay, I figured that you were, but I wanted to make you laugh," he said.

"Thanks for trying to make me feel better," she said.

Rafe smiled and put the four legged monster away. He got back into bed and snuggled Rose close to his chest. Rose sighed and rested her head on his arm.

"Night Rose," he said.

"Night Rafe."

Soon the only sound in the room were Rafe's snores.

*

Rose was humming under her breath. It was some tune off the radio, and while she wasn't on key, she was happy. Rafe walked into the office to see the new furniture was in place and the paint seemed to gleam under the florescent bulbs they'd installed after they had added the new fixtures. She'd done a lot of work while he was off with a client.

"You sound happy," he said.

"I am," Rose said smiling.

"And why are you so happy?"

"Well,... All the construction is done. No more paint fumes, wall patching or drywall needing attention and the furniture is all in place. Oh, and no more plans taped to walls," she said.

"Ah, is that all it takes to make you happy?" he asked as he wrapped her in his arms.

"That and someone else cooking tonight. I'm exhausted."

"Oh, and what did you do that exhausted you?" Rafe asked with an impish grin.

"Just stuffed a gazillion books back onto shelves along with parts in parts bins, files in cabinets and cleaned all the whiteboards," she said as she pointed out areas she'd worked on during the day. "Oh, and almost forgot. I cleaned up my desk!" she laughed.

Rafe smiled and laughed at that. Over the last few days, he had threatened to declare her desk a disaster zone. There had been papers piled deep as well as coffee cups, press passes and books stacked hazardously nearly burying her laptop. Looking over, he saw that it had indeed been cleaned within an inch of it's life. Even the glass top was clean.

"Wow. Now, I have just one question," he said turning to Rose.

"What?" she asked.

"Where is the real Rose, and what have you done with her?"

Rose batted at him. "That's two questions! Urrrkkkk! You loose. Now you must take me to dinner," she said.

Rafe laughed again. "Well, I guess I've been told. Chinese, Mexican or steak?"

Rose thought for a second. "Mexican," she said.

Rafe nodded, grabbed his keys and out the door they went. Fifteen minutes later, they were at the Cantina, the local Mexican food cafe. The waitress waved them to a booth and they stared at menus for a minute. When the waitress came back, she took their order and disappeared.

"You really got a lot accomplished while I was gone," Rafe said.

"I was tired of the mess. After you left this morning, I looked around and realized I just couldn't deal with it. Nor did I want to wait for you to get home. So, I wiggled and shifted bookcases into place, filled them up and then attacked other bits. First my desk, then the laundry and while that was going on, I hit the floors."

"Honey, you should have waited a bit. I'd have helped," he said.

"I know, but when you weren't home after 11am, I figured that you wouldn't get home till dinner time and I was right," she said.

"What else besides the mess set you off," asked Rafe, as it dawned on him that she had done all that work in less than six hours. Not her normal pace. In fact, he'd only seen her hit that when something had upset or angered her.

Rose looked off in the middle distance for a moment. She had been trying not to mention this, but Rafe had noticed. She looked back at him. "The ex came by. Doing the whole 'oh sweetie-baby-darling, look at what you've done, and I could have done it better' bullshit about 9:30am. What he wanted was for me to do his taxes. After all these years, he still can't do them," she said.

"Oh?"

"Yeah. About the time he started slandering you, I had had enough. So, I told him that H&R Block only charged $100 for his kind of return, and that I wouldn't do them and said goodbye," she said. "I showed him the door and locked it once he left."

Rafe reached over and took her hand. He'd been right. Didn't like being right, but her ex was like a plague. He kept turning up at all the wrong moments and always with disastrous results. He was about to say something when the waitress brought their drinks along with chips and salsa.

"Thanks," he said. They ate chips and salsa for a few minutes. Rafe broke the silence. "So, he pissed you off and rather than crying, you got to work?" he asked.




Patience



"Yes and no. I cried, but then I put Nickelback, Eurythmics and some of that other stuff with lots of drumbeat to it and turned it up loud. Sort of catharsis via sound if you know what I mean," she said.

"Yes, I do. So you did in 5-6 hours what would have taken us two days?" he asked.

"Yes,"

"Good, so next time I need things done fast all I have to do is piss you off?" he teased.

"No! You brat! Eat your salsa and chips!"

The waitress brought their dinners and they began to eat their food. The conversations died a bit.

"Rose, I'm proud of you," he said.

"Why?"

"Because you stepped over your own shadow. Yes, the ex upset you, but this time you turned it positive," he said.

Rose nodded as she swallowed a bite of burrito. "Yeah, but I can't clean the office and be super woman every time," she said.

"Nor do I expect you to. There will still be days when he pushes your buttons and you collapse in tears. There will be days that you fight back and he leaves in tears. It just takes time and patience," Rafe said.

"Yeah. It will," Rose said as she pushed her plate back. "I'm finished."

Rafe ate the last bite of his enchiladas and nodded. He got up, paid for their dinners and the two of them walked to the car.

When they got home, Rafe had a second look at all the work Rose had done. He was amazed. Turning to her, he took Rose in his arms and held her close. She hugged him back and kissed him.

"Are you too tired for a bit of playtime?" he asked.

"No," Rose said after thinking for all of about three seconds.

"Good," Rafe said and turned off the office lights and headed for the bedroom.

Once they were in the bedroom, Rafe turned down the bed.

"I'm going to undress you and then give you a massage," he said.

"I like that idea," said Rose and held still for him to start undoing her buttons. She'd worn a silk shirt over a teeshirt that day with jeans and running shoes. She kicked the shoes off for Rafe.

Rafe in turn finished unbuttoning her shirt and removed it. Dropping it to the floor, he lifted her teeshirt up and off. Rose had on the champagne colored bra today. Then he unzipped her jeans and saw that she had on the matching panties. He smiled. Rose stepped out of her jeans and then turned for him to unhook her bra. The bra and then panties joined the clothes on the floor.

Rose lay down on the bed and stretched. She didn't realize how sore she had gotten from all the work. Rafe went to the bathroom and grabbed the four legged monster out of the drawer. He returned with it and some lotion. The monster hummed in his hand.

Rose giggled as the vibrations moved across her back. She felt her muscles react and relax to Rafe's massage. He moved down her back to her legs. Rose flinched a bit when he came to her calves, but he just held her foot so she didn't kick him.

"Hold still," he said.

"I'm trying, but that tickles!" she giggled.

"No, this tickles," he said as he held the four legged monster to her foot.

"Nooooo!" she squealed and twisted to get away.

"Okay, okay! I'll stop," he said and went back to working on her legs. Once he felt she was fairly relaxed, he took the lotion and massaged it into her skin. Starting with her feet, he worked his way up. Rose moaned a few times, but didn't say much. By the time he got to her shoulders, she was almost asleep.

"Rose, let's get under the covers," he said softly.

"Oh... okay," she said. "I'm so sleepy, and we didn't..."

"It's okay honey. We can have fun in the morning. You needed to relax after everything today. So, let's just go to sleep," he said as they crawled under the covers.

Rose kissed him on the lips and then curled up against his chest. She never knew which snuggle she enjoyed the most. Being held like this or spooning up together. "I love you," she said softly.

"I love you too," he said and held her tight. He knew that their lovemaking in the morning would be enjoyable. She would have been too wound up if they'd made love tonight. Now she was relaxed and would sleep well, as would he. Patience has it's payoffs.

*

Epilogue

A year had gone by since Rose's divorce had become final. Rafe had been trying to decide whether to celebrate the anniversary, or just let the date pass. Life had gotten hectic again, which meant that things didn't always go as planned. He walked into the office and had just sat down when Rose came in.

"Damn it's cold!" she said as she took off her coat.

"Yes, and I swear I'm going to buy myself a heated mouse pad," said Rafe.

Rose laughed. She came over and gave Rafe a kiss. He wrapped his arms around her for a quick hug. In the kitchen, the kettle clicked off.

"Tea?" he asked as he got up to make a cup for himself.

"Yes, please. I need all the caffeine I can get today," she said she followed him into the kitchen. "I'm not sure what was more stressful, the essay, the math test or doing the whole interview thing at the bed and breakfast."

"Essay and math test?" he asked.

"Yeah. The whole touchy feely thing about favorite books, what kind of person you look for in a friend, what kind of a job do you want as well as 'please add up the following'," said Rose. "Oh, they even asked if I was an on time kinda person."

"Oh, that's good. Miss ten minutes early is on time and on time is late!" Rafe teased. They were both punctual and teased each other about it.

"Yep, they went there. Of course, the manager of the B&B was in the foyer when I got there. He just sort of looked at me and blinked.

"Rose, if they haven't called you in to work in nearly three weeks, what do they expect?" Rafe asked. The people that ran the B&B irritated him no end. He knew that Rose needed the satisfaction of earning money, and he was working hard to make the computer business profitable enough that she could just work for him.

"I expect they'll call on Sunday night. And yes, in spite of everything that has gone on, until I get another job, I will probably keep working there," she said. "I just don't cope well being out of work."

"So, you think the interview went well?" he asked in an attempt to change the subject.

"Yes. However, the city is holding the store up so they won't open up for another month. And that is why I'll keep slogging away at the B&B for the moment," Rose finished. She knew he wasn't happy about the situation. They'd talked about it enough over the last couple of weeks. She'd gotten upset more than once and instead of sex, they'd spent hours talking about the budget, work and the computer business. She knew intellectually that she could tell the B&B to stuff it, but... There was that shadow.

"Well, you could always work for me," he said softly. "In for a penny, in for a pound," said that little voice in the back of his head.

"Yes, I could. And I know it frustrates you that I keep working there even though they are about as responsible as a duck fart. However, right now it wouldn't hurt to have a little cushion when it comes to the household accounts and my pocketbook," she said. "It's nearly Christmas, we're going to my parents and I'd like to have a little money to spend," she thought.

"Yes, but that's your decision, and not mine to make," he said which was as close to an 'I think this is a poor choice' as he dared voice. They each had their thick headed moments and both had learned to deal with them. "So, are we going up to visit your friends and do some shopping?" he asked.

"I think so. Can we leave in about twenty minutes?" she asked.

He nodded.

The visit to the Saunder's little farm had gone well. It was way up in the hills and Rose's friends had geese, ducks, chickens, goats, dogs, cats and pigs. It had been a riot watching the son feed all the animals. He ended up with this little parade of ducks and chickens following him through the pens hoping for extra scraps. Rafe fine tuned the computers while Rose and Jenny Saunders visited. After dinner, they headed home.

"Do we need anything from the store?" asked Rafe as they stopped at the intersection next to the Market.

"Yes, we need a lot of things, but I there are some that can't wait," she said.

"Then lets get them while we are here," he said and pulled across the intersection and parked the car.

Rose tried to think of what she needed as they entered the Market. She hadn't been in the store in ages. In fact, they had remodeled it. She looked around feeling lost.

"Um, oh gods, when did they do this?" she wondered out loud.

"Don't know. You pretty much stopped shopping here after the divorce," said Rafe. "Probably a good decision," he thought.

"Uhuh, Didn't want to run into the ex to be honest," said Rose.

They grabbed a cart and started wandering up and down the aisles. Rose headed for the back of the store where she hoped the eggs and milk were still stored. Counting purchase prices and picking up only what she needed, they worked down to the meat aisle. Rose was looking into an open freezer when Rafe bumped her arm.

"Look who's here," he said softly.

Rose looked up and saw her ex with a rather frumpy woman that reminded her a lot of herself ten years ago. The woman saw Rafe and Rose and dropped her eyes quickly. Rose decided to take the ex by the horns and leaned over the freezer a bit and waved at the couple.

"Boo!" she said and waved again.

"Oh, hi," said her ex quietly.

"Surprised to see you here," Rose said. "We've just come back from visiting the Saunder's."

"Oh, that's nice," the ex said with little interest in his voice.

"Well, wouldn't want to keep you from your shopping. Nice to see you," Rose said with a smile in her voice that didn't go past her lips.

"Bye," said the ex. He and the woman he was with moved quickly down the aisle.

"Wow, they scuttled out of here faster than cockroaches in a kitchen after the lights have been turned on," said Rafe.

"They sure did," said Rose. They continued shopping for a bit and then headed for the check out lanes. There was the ex at the check out. Rafe headed for the same line.

"You did see them didn't you?" Rose asked.

"Yes, and now look at the expressions on their faces," he said.

Rose looked. Her ex and the woman looked as if someone had given them an alum and lemon soda. She had to turn around in order to avoid giggling.

"My, my, my... What sour attitudes," said Rafe.

Rose turned around and watched as they literally stormed out of the store. She shook her head and smiled. She felt pretty good considering that she had just had a run in with her ex.

Rafe and Rose got home late. They unpacked the car and then put the groceries away. It had been a long day. Rose slipped on a nightie and climbed into bed. Rafe moved his arm to let her snuggle close. Rose moved her head up and kissed Rafe on the lips. He turned on his side and ran his hand up and under her nightie. Her skin was warm and soft. He moved his lips down her throat, nibbling and licking as he went.

Rose moaned and she snuggled closer to Rafe. Rafe smiled and ran his hand between her legs. She was wet. As his mouth wrapped around her nightie covered nipple, his fingers slipped deep inside her. Rose moaned louder. Rafe moved down until his mouth met the top of her pubic bone. His tongue slipped between her lips and flicked her clit.

"Oh godohgodohgod!!" Rose gasped as he worked both tongue and fingers at a slow steady pace. She arched off the bed as her orgasm rippled through her. Rafe smiled at Rose as she melted to the bed. Before she could move, he moved up and between her legs. Straddling her one leg and moving the other up, he slid into her. She was wet and tight from the orgasm, and the heat of her pussy felt so good. Rafe stroked slowly.

"You... are... such... a...a...a," she gasped, trying to finish the thought.

"Such a what?" he asked smiling at her. He reached up and pinched her nipple that had escaped the top of her nightie. His other hand cradled her ass as he stroked in and out.

"Bbbbrat!" she gasped at last.

Rafe laughed. He knew that she liked to have a turn at exciting him, but that wasn't happening tonight. He was being a brat. Rafe increased his pace. His hand moved to her hip and held her tight while he moved faster and faster. Rose started to shudder as an orgasm built momentum. He lowered his other hand to her crotch and started rubbing her clit with his thumb. The orgasm ripped through her and she arched and bucked against him.

"Oh, ohmyohmyohmyyyyyyyyy..." she moaned as orgasms rolled her senses and spread pleasure to both of them.

"Oh gods...ohggggggoooodddds," Rafe hissed as his own orgasm boiled up from his toes and washed over him. He felt the doubled effect as Rose shared her orgasms again and again. "Oh...My...God.." he thought. The two of them shuddered with pleasure and then melted to the bed.

A few minutes later when they'd caught their breaths, Rose rolled to face Rafe.

"I could have sworn you were too tired to have sex," she said softly as she stroked his face.

"I was, but then I thought how well you handled the whole thing in the grocery store and I thought you deserved a treat," he said. His hand rested on her hip.

"You know, I feel pretty good. I really do. Doesn't mean I won't have a melt down somewhere along the line, but I'm not upset like I would have been a year ago," Rose said.

"And that is why I figured that you needed a treat," Rafe said as his fingertips danced over her clit bringing her to another orgasm. He smiled as she squeaked.

"I," he said flicking her clit.

"Oh!" she squeaked.

"Love," he said doing it again.

"Ohgogogdddddd," she moaned.

"You," he finished and brought Rose to an orgasm that arched her off the bed.

"Guhhhhhhhh," she gasped and passed out.

"Amazing what a little patience can do when it comes to relationships," he thought.



Patience



I watch as your skirt twitches, hips swaying as you walk down Cooper late on a Saturday night.

Alone.

Taking care not to be seen I follow along, admiring your legs when you turn off the sidewalk suddenly and into the dark recess offered by First Congressional Church. I smile, looking around the empty street and confirming that we are alone.

I take the turn in the same place and begin to walk faster. I can't see in the darkness, but the slow click of your heels conspicuously give away your location in the dark alley. I reach out, one hand around your neck as the other finds your waist and I stop you where you stand. I hear you gasp in surprise as my body presses into your back, your head leaning back on my shoulder. 

"Hello Lover." I hear you say. 

Always the same greeting.

Always a new location.

You seem to be getting more and more brazen with each new conquest. Getting slowly closer to the light every time we meet. I can still hear the faint sounds as people drink not a block away. The last party before everyone goes back to classes for the Fall. I slide my hand down away from your neck, resting my fingers on the bare skin below your collar bone as I kiss your fragrant neck. I feel your back arch, your ass pressing firmly against my groin as I make my way slowly to your ear. I exhale slowly beside your ear, letting my breath tease you in ways my lips cannot. You moan in the same way you always do when you are biting your lip and decide the time is right.

I turn you around and press you back into the cold brick wall. Again my body covers yours. A hand on your hip. Another on your breasts. Lips on your lips to stifle your cries. I press against you and I know that you can feel my hardening cock against your belly through the thin fabric of my slacks. Your arms are around me now and I can feel your nails trying to claw off my clothing. I am more patient than that. We have all night. I hold you against the wall firmly with my hand at your waist as my fingers deftly tackle the buttons of your blouse. Half way through I get the urge to tear it from your body, but one of us must be in control.

I drop to my knees, kissing down between yours breasts and along yours sides as your fingers attempt to get tangled in my hair. I feel you push me downward but my body refuses. Instead I kiss you just above your belly button as I allow my hands to massage your breasts through your bra. After some exploring I discover the clasp in the front and I let your tits hang free in the humid, Memphis night air. You push my head again and this time I obey. I find the zipper of your skirt on one hip and let the flowing fabric drop around your ankles. You're not wearing panties tonight. This is a first. You are obviously tired of my teasing. The way I take my time.

"This won't help" I think to myself. "I'll only tease her longer now."

I place my lips firmly on the small patch of hair over your pussy and kiss. This elicits another moan. I kiss again and again, now moving to the side and slowly working lower. My lips pressed against the inside of your left thigh. I feel you pull my hair again. I know what you want, but you will have to wait tonight. To make things worse I begin licking along your outer lips. I can smell your dampness and I want to taste you, but you must learn to be patient first. I find my hands are on your hips now. I don't recall moving them. I call one into action, pushing your right knee up and out until your leg is wrapped around my back. My hand is now resting on your ass and my thumb is nestled right below your opening. I press it against your perineum. Your juices have dampened this spot too and I slowly slide my wide digit back along your ass and then forward as far as your clit. With each slow draw of the finger I feel you grow wetter and hear you grow more reckless. I decide it is time and I press my tongue against you, just below your clit as my thumb pushes into your tight snatch. I feel your entire body tense and I begin sucking your hard little button in earnest as you are racked with orgasm. My thumb slowly pushes in and out as your pussy convulses around it and I don't dare stopping for a breath as you scream.

Your foot finds solid ground again as your heartbeat begins to slow down. I stand up and kiss you. Pressing my tongue between your lips gently and letting you taste yourself. I pull back, straightening the front of my shirt.

"Are you going to fuck me now?" I hear you plead.

"No." I say.

It is all I ever say.

I leave you there in the alley. Sweaty, wet, half naked, and smiling.

Tomorrow, I will get a text with only a time and location.

Tonight, I will go home and make love to my fiancée. 



Patience



He doesn't need to blindfold me.

The room is dark as pitch, even with my eyes wide open, staring so hard that I can feel my pupils dilated fully, making my ears ring, all I see is dark in dark.

The high backed wooden chair I'm tied to is the only solid thing my senses can grab hold of, the harshness of the rope that binds my hands tightly behind my back and my feet to the chair legs. Another around my waist stops me from moving my hips more than slightly forwards.

I jump slightly as he touches my shoulder, hadn't realised he was there.

So close, so quiet.

His breath's by my ear and it tickles as he whispers, "If you follow the rules you'll have fun.... But...." He pauses and wraps a large hand around my neck, squeezing gently. "..... But you won't displease me. Will you."

Its not a question.

Staying silent seems to be wise.

His mood is high but controlled. I'm never sure which way it will swing when he's like this. He doesn't scare me, never scares me, but I want to please, I want him to be proud of me. 

His hand leaves me, the nerves in the places his finger tips touched me seem to press up against my skin, trying to find him. 

I've lost him again.

The dark is complete, disorientating, and he doesn't seem to be so much as breathing. I turn my head left and right, trying to catch the tiniest sound.

"The rules are these..."

He's right in my face. My heart stutters behind my ribs at the shock.

"..... If you make a noise I stop. The first time you do it I stop for one minute. The next time, five minutes, the third time, ten minutes, and the fourth......" He's nose to nose with me, he moves it across my face and for a moment his lips graze mine. Instinctively I learn forwards to kiss him, but his mouth has already passed. "....The fourth time I leave you for an hour. Any more than four times and I leave you here for the rest of the night."

I shivered.

The basement was so dark, so silent. To be sat here in the dark with him was one thing. To be here on my own quite another.

"You don't want me to leave you here alone all night do you?"

I shake my head even though I know he can't see me. His fingers graze my cheek and I don't need to see his face to know he's smiling, I can feel it.

"I don't want to leave you down here....." His voice is low, so kind, it has that reasonable tone that makes me shiver. It shows how much thought he's given this. ".... But I will. Because, you have to learn self control and we're going to take as long as you need to learn the lesson. You're going to find out just how patient I am."

I feel his fingers pulling gently at my bra straps, pushing first one and then the other off my shoulders.

His hands are warm on my skin, the air in the basement's cold and damp.

Gently he uses his thumb to circle around a nipple. The friction of his touch against the material that covers me is excruciating. A little moan tries to escape as they harden at his touch, but I clamp my teeth down on my lip and bite it back. 

He stops moving his fingers and instead puts a hand on my head, gently pushing it down. 

"Lean forwards."

I let my upper body tip towards my knees and feel his fingers undoing my bra. I nearly speak then, nearly let the words tumble out, after all, how was he going to take the damn thing off with my arms tied?

Cold metal touches my arm and I hear the whisper of blade against material.

I bristle slightly.

He's trashing nice bra! 

But now he's paying attention to my breasts again, this time with lips and tongue. 

Every suck, every flick sends little shocks down my legs. I pull against the rope and try to push against him, but he moves back, keeping that same infuriating distance.

He cradles one breast in his hand and sucks hard on the nipple, pulling it further and further into his mouth before letting it go and giving it a quick nip.

I yelp.

If my hands had been untied I would have slapped them to my mouth, instead I press my lips hard together.

"One minute." He says flatly.

I'm breathing heavily through my nose but can't hear a sound from him. It's like he's not there.

My body's still tingling, I find myself pulling against the ropes thrusting my chest forwards in the hope that I might yet find his lips.

He's not there!

Has he left me here? Its surely been a minute already?

In my head I count to sixty, but I count fast and soon I'm at seventy four and really starting to feel worried.

"Times up." 

I let out my breath in a rush, I hadn't even know I was holding it.

"You..." 

His lips are on my breasts again. 

"Need..." 

His tongue flicks a nipple. 

"To try...." 

He draws the skin into his mouth briefly before letting it fall from his lips.

"Harder.... " 

Removing his mouth, his hands go back to teasing while his lips move down my torso.

Gentle nips, licks and kisses are rained down on my stomach and hips, his hands come down to rest on my thighs, the finger tip pressure there making me jerk against the bonds.

Little moans keep trying to escape. I'd seriously never realised how much noise I usually made. Really, we'd hardly even started yet.

While he's kissing at the inside of my thighs, I pull hard against the restraints trying to open my legs wider as though that will help the throbbing that's intensifying between them.

His fingers graze at me, stroke the material and I can't help it, a low groan escapes my lips.

"Five minutes."

He sounds disappointed in me. I want to apologise but it would only make matters worse.

This time I concentrate on breathing, try to ignore the ache in loins, the puckering of my nipples. I'll be strong. I start to count in my head, marking the seconds with "pretty pony" so I don't count too fast. 

One pretty pony, two pretty pony, three pretty pony.....

It seems to take forever, I pass sixty then one hundred and twenty and then I lose count. For what seems like ages I freeze, try not to panic. I start to count again at two hundred but I'm not sure how long its been. 

I'd thought this would be so easy, a simple way to prove my obedience, my love.

"Times up."

His hands go for my thighs again and I take in that he must have been crouched between my legs the whole time, waiting.

Fingers press against me again and this time I physically bite my tongue, determined not to utter a sound.

Gently, he pulls at my underwear.

"Lift."

I rise up in the chair as much as I can, only a fraction, but its enough for him to be able to slide my knickers out from under me.

As they get to my bent knees I feel metal again as he cuts through the fabric.

I don't even think about it. 

I just want his hands on me again.

His breath condenses on my skin as he breaths hard against me, his hands slide up my thighs, my body, briefly touch my chest before making their way back down to the soft skin either side of my pussy.

Usually I'm horribly ticklish there, he knows this and it's the first spot he dives for if he wants me in a helpless heap on the floor, but now... 

Now all my nerves are dead except for those straining against the throbbing between my legs.

His breath is on me and I taste copper in my mouth where I'm biting down so hard. 

Fingers gently pull at me, exposing, my clitoris, which feels huge, fattened on a rush of blood. 

"You're doing so well." He croons softly, like he's talking to a shy horse, he wants to sooth me not startle me. "...So well..."

I feel the lap of his tongue and shudder hard against his mouth.

Not making a sound physically hurts, like something is caught in my throat and clawing its way up as fast as I swallow it down.

His tongue's hot and slippery against me and I writhe against the restraints, push my hips as far towards his mouth as I can, but he's in charge, and he knows it. He's close enough to work but far enough away to tantalise rather than satisfy.

A finger strokes the skin around the edge and circles its way in.

My breaths coming in short bursts through my nose, my lips are crushed against each other.

It feels like his fingers are conducting electricity, everywhere he touches my muscles jump and dance. I look down into the darkness, almost expecting to see tiny blue flashes where his fingers meet my skin, but of course there's nothing.

I spasm as he strokes inside me, in my head I'm shouting with frustration but outwardly I stay mute. 

"Is it hard? Staying silent?" He laughs and I feel the vibrations through his lips. "I never thought you'd do so well, you're nearly there aren't you."

He presses his mouth to me again and sucks at me.

I can feel my orgasm building as he works his finger in and out, alternatively sucking and rubbing the flat of his tongue against me.

A tingling starts in my toes and I push hard against him as he brings his free hand around to the small of my back and pushes me closer to him, painfully, against the ropes.

The darkness becomes tinged with blue as I coast towards the point of no return, everything tightening, preparing to snap back and give me release.

As he buries his face in my cunt, almost like he wants to climb inside me, his fingers digging into my flesh, I open my mouth and moan.

He stops.

My whole body shaking.

No.

I can hear him panting and for a moment I think he might just carry on.

"Ten Minutes." His voice is flat.

"No! That's not fair!" I can't help it, the words tumble out before I can stop them.

A silence follows and then in, the dark, a disappointed sigh.

"One hour. And before you say anymore may I remind you that the next sound you make earns you an over night stay alone."

My eyes burn with tears, if not for the dark they would have blinded me as they welled over and snake a passage down my cheeks.

I'm in limbo, that horrible, frustrating, painful sensation of being brought to the edge but not pushed over.

My legs twitched against the chair, my stomach muscles were clenched tightly, the heat between my legs still so intense but even now fading at the lack of his ministrations. 

For the first time since the light went out I hear him moving, a slow tread away from me towards the stairs, the slight squeak of a wooden step halfway up, the opening and then closing of the door above me. I follow all the sounds even though I can't see anything, 

I feel like a blind woman, head pointed in the right direction but gaze always slightly off to the side as though she can't bare to see what's happening.

I want to crumple up on this chair and just sob, weep loudly with abandon, messily and loudly, but instead I take a low shuddery breath and swallow hard.

The lump in my throat sticks for a moment and I'm scared it will be too strong, that it will push its way put my mouth and betray me, sealing my fate for the night and even worse, showing him just how weak I am.

Not an option.

Gritting my teeth I swallow again.

Time to count.

My maths sucks. One hour. Sixty minutes, that's what? Three thousand six hundred seconds.

I'm determined to make it, to not lose control and shout for him, to beg him to finish the game and let me come upstairs.

He would.

I'm sure he would, but there'd be that little bit of respect lost forever.

You're strong enough. 

In my head I send the first pretty pony out the gate and watch it gallop away into the purple hazed mountains beyond. As I spoke its name I sent away the second, then third.... In my mind the ponies left one second apart, tossing their heads and springing from a standstill to a flat out gallop off strong muscular hind legs, tails high like banners in the wind and every pony that left me was a little weight off my chest and a little prayer it took with it.... Please let me make it.

************

We met at work.

Only I don't remember the first time I saw him.

He likes to tease me about this, the fact the he saw me walking across the office with a mutual college and was spell bound, the fact we were introduced, even shook hands, I'm ashamed to say I don't remember.

In my defence I had a lot on my mind, an immanent deadline I had no hope of meeting, I'd spent most of that morning hiding in the ladies trying to cry quietly and hoping no one came to find me too soon. Work pressure and a shitty boyfriend. 

Its no wonder I hardly registered him. 

It was hardly a lightening flash of love at first sight.

Not like the movies. 

He likes to tell me that back then I was like a messed up compass and one day I'd find the thing that made me happy and then, only then could I settle on North. 

I'm not sure if I'm there yet, not a hundred percent, but sometimes I can feel that pull, the magnetic force, it grounds me and in those seconds I feel safe.

I never felt like that before he found me.

************

I'm losing track of ponies.

Was that one number four hundred or five hundred?

It's like they're getting away from me, either leaving for the mountains too many at a time or else hiding in the corral, reluctant to leave.

It seems darker.

I know it can't be because the basement is completely subterranean, no windows at all, no change between night or day, winter or summer.

We hold so much store in light I realise. Even without knowing it we use the subtle changes in light to denote the time of day, the passing of minutes, without it we're stuck.

Like floating in space, it's a fathomless, infinite feeling, like your mind's leaving your body and rising above you. 

My heads slumped forwards on my chest, I can feel the thud of my heartbeat, the hardness of the chair I'm sitting on, the numbness in my hands, my elbows, my shoulders.

How long?

I don't know, but somewhere along the line the panic receded, fell away, the darkness stopped being scary and instead felt almost womblike, it enveloped me, wrapped me up in crow wings of ebony until I was serene in my silence and solitude.

"Times up."

I don't make a sound. I have this, it won't beat me again.

My body lights up at his first touch, as though it were only hibernating, it doesn't need a drawn out courtship, as far as its concerned we're starting right at the point where we stopped.

He's as silent as me, even his breathing is only noticeable by the warm moisture on the inside of my thighs.

I stay in that ethereal place in my head, aware of his tongue and hands on me, but distant, letting my body take over while I stayed firmly in my dreams, no longer tied to a chair in this damp basement, I'm flying higher, through the roofless house, the sky, the hazy atmosphere until I'm tumbling towards the stars, can feel their heat peeling the skin from my bones.

I snap back to my body as the last contraction of my orgasm fades, leaving me shaking hard enough that I can feel tiny blisters forming where my skin vibrates against the ropes.

"Clever girl. My girl, I'm so proud of you." 

He covers me with kisses, takes my face in his hands and kisses me deeply. I can taste myself on his lips and a new spasm wracks my limbs.

He unties me , gently picks me up, holding me carefully, like a child. He's not a huge man, he doesn't have arms and shoulders like Dwayne Johnson but right now he feels Herculean, like he could carry the world.

I have my arms around his neck and my head buried in his chest.

My limbs burn but I push against him, nestle in as far as I can, press my ear against him to feel his heart beat behind the skin there.

He's left the lights off throughout the house so that my eyes aren't hurt, but in the bedroom he has a single candle burning, throwing long snaking shadows across the sheets.

Placing me on the bed he arranges me so that I'm lying in the middle, presented to him.

"My poor girl, look at you..." He's kissing my wrists, the red mark around my middle. "For me..." He pushes his hands into my hair and kisses my neck. "You did this for me."

I open my legs for him as he places his palms on my thighs. I feel like I can do so little, I'm washed out, emotionally I still feel like I'm in the dark. I couldn't make a sound if I wanted to.

I feel his cock graze the inside of my thigh before finding what it wants, He hesitates, the head of it just resting at the entrance for a moment and then, with a slow deliberateness, he slides inside me. 

He moans into my neck, his lips resting there as he stays still, savouring that first thrust, buried as far as he can go.

Its then that I realise that he had suffered.

When I was in the dark he was feeling lost as well, his disappointment, his patience as he waited, hoping I would prove him right in this small task.

Strength floods back into my limbs and I wrap my arms around his neck and whisper in his ear, "Fuck me. Please."

He doesn't answer, just rears back off me and then plunges in again with solid regular strokes.

It's a straight fuck, something we haven't done for a while, an honest to goodness screw. Its been so long since we all but ditched this mundane position that it's suddenly exciting again.

I draw my knees up and catch him with my legs, urging him deeper, faster. He had one hand behind my neck and the other on the headboard, bracing himself against it as he picked up speed.

I tilted my hips as he sped up and there it was, that ache, that tightening in my cunt, I rise to meet him and this time as I come I cry out shrilly, tiny fragments of words flying from my lips, unformed, unheard by my him as he comes, lost in his own little death.

He lays heavy on me, crushes my chest to his, making it hard to breath in anything but shallow pants.

The candle splutters its self to extinction and in the dark he grabs the hair either side of my head and pulls he to him so we're face to face, noses, forehead and lips crushed together.

He whispers fiercely at me like it's a huge secret.

"Fuck!....Fuck!...." His breath's hot and damp in my face. "My girl, My girl. I love you."



Patience



I remove my cock from her tight pussy and raising it up press it against her anus, as I enter her, she emits a long low moan and arches her back, pushing my cock into her until it has bottomed out. 

The sensation is incredible .so tight, so hot and as my hands fill themselves with warm, brightly glowing ass cheeks, her moans of passion begin again. “Oh baby please, you know I need it so bad please give me what I need and ream my asshole like a good slut deserves” Gripping her ass very hard brings a long low moan from her as I lean forward to whisper in her ear.

“So my little strawberry slut, do you think you have earned the right to have your asshole reamed?” Softly she replies “yes I have baby, I promise to be good, but please give me what I need, and give it to me hard, please”

Realizing that the time has come to fulfill her request I withdraw my cock until just the head in inside her as she groans out “MmmmMMoooooooo” leaning forward I remove the scarf about her eyes, and turning her face to look into those beautiful deep blue eyes, I tell her “I want to look into those deep blue eyes when you cum this time, this will let me look even deeper onto your soul and know your innermost secret desires"

Groaning as my soothing voice whispers in your ear, I feel your ass clench around my cock, giving me the answer I need and I slam my cock home in you ass and beging giving it to you hard and fast as I look into your eyes.

Your eyes roll back into your head as the delicious sensation of my hard cock pounding your most private spot and my swinging balls slap against your vulva and come away wet from your cum. Grabbing your strawberry curls, I pull them back to raise your eyes to mine and deepen the arch in your back to gain even deeper penetration and to show you who you belong to at this moment.

You can feel the sensations building to there peak, this man has looked into your soul and seem what it needed today and is fulfilling desires that you were sure that no one could ever know about you, but somehow he KNEW and acted on them and is now bringing you closer and closer to an earth shattering orgasm. His cock pounding in and out of your tight ass, the warm glow of your perfectly shaped ass cheeks as he grips them tightly, causing the red swollen globes to scream out an exquisite mixture of sensations headed straight to your clitoris which just sites and vibrates out its song and then it happens.

All of the feelings come together as one, and center on your sex, clenching the sheet before you with bound hands, your head pulled back and your ass being fucked the wave of orgasm begins to wash over you as your pulse races and your mind screams so loud that you cannot hear your own moans of passion as you CUM, harder and deeper that every before. As your ass clamps tight about his cock he pounds forward one last time and spills hit scalding seed deep within you making your orgasm intensify into a white blinding flash of pleasure.

As he looks down into your eyes, your mouth agape and uttering nothing but pure passion as your body vibrates and convulses to its pleasure he smiles to himself, realizing that he has seen your soul and it holds desires that even you do not know about, desires that he knows will bring you even more pleasure that you have just experienced.

As he collapses and rolls you to your side and embraces you, his softening cock still buried deep in your bowels, you both realize that your souls have touched and he knows you better that no other ever could.

Your breathing slows as the warm glow of satiation and safety lull you into a deep restful sleep as your mind wonders where he will take you next.



Patience



This is a true account of the most thrilling, passionate moment of my entire life! Names, and locale, has been changed to protect my family, myself, and most especially..."Patience"! Unfortunately, circumstance did not allow for a happy ending to this story, but for one brief, exhilarating period, she and I shared a mutual desire that is rare by any standard! Please...enjoy!

Finally! The end of another school year! The end of this one though, would bring blessed solace at last! Patience was graduating, and I would finally be rid of her daily presence! For three long years, I had been tormented daily by her incredible face and body! Three years of avoiding her every attempt to disrupt my class, and my libido! From the very start I was drawn to her sweet sexy body, and personality! As thick as I was, it didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out that she was turned on to me as well!

So...what's the fucking problem, you ask? I was her teacher! She had enrolled in the schools honors program, fully intent on pursuing a university education. It was my job to see to it she reached that goal, or not! No, I wasn't some holier-that-thou, above-it-all, anally retentive asshole! I'm actually a very human male, twenty-three, at the time we first met, single, and every bit as libidinous as any ten cum-addicted sixteen year old boys!

So...you ask again...just what is the fucking problem? Well...I had ethics...I needed the job...and most importantly...she was a ball-busting 30/30 honey (30" of bliss = 30 yr. in the state pen!) I actually told her, and a few of her more precocious girl friends exactly that! Did I mention I had ethics...?

So...you inquire once more (pretty fucking nosy aren't you?), just what is it about this particular little nymph-in-waiting that set so many of my bodily systems on high alert? Here's a short, but eye-popping, run down:

1) 5'4"

2) 105 luscious pounds

3) 34-22-34 (don't ask)

4) Luxurious, long, straight, bright, copper colored hair

5) Flawless, porcelain complexion

6) Big, wide, shimmering, liquid, emerald colored eyes

7) Full luscious lips meant to be kissed unendedly and undeniably created to wrap around a big stiff dick! Preferably...MINE!

And therein lies the real problem I faced for three long, nut pounding years! It was a pattern played out over and over again! Class time with her...she'd flash a thigh or two...wait for final bell...ZOOM...home, a chicken choke, and a damn cold shower anyway! Next day...she'd fire a beaver shot over my bow...wait for final bell again (Sometime I didn't make it though!)...ZOOM...ah fuck you get the picture! There were times she made my dick so fucking hard I actually thought I could hammer ten-penny nails with it! What utter mind-blowing, agonizing torture!

But...I made it! I persevered in the face of over-whelming odds! It was the last day. Grades had been posted! And I was preparing for a very well deserved exit out of Dodge! I had been loping my mule, and buying love in all the wrong places for far too long! Yeah...I had dates from time to time as well, but the little tarts face and body would always find a way to intrude in my mind and fuck with it big time! Now, blessedly, the time was nigh, and I was nearly home free...or so I thought!

I was preparing to close my brief case at last when I heard that drippingly sweet voice one more time! "Mr. Jackson, can I talk to you for a second?"

I looked up, and did a triple take! She was standing there, leaning carelessly against the inside of my classroom door, wearing her favorite lavender/yellow spandex work out suit. Form fitting...cock twisting...nut crunching...heaven on Nike wheels! Holy Mother of God above! Suddenly, I became aware that I was about to rip a fucking hole right through the front of my brand new Docks! I did the only thing I could...I sat down and slammed my briefcase down...hard...on my "lap"! God it hurt good! To cover my obvious discomfiture, I began messing about some paperwork I still had strewn on my desk! When I finally found my voice, I sounded like a 12 year-old going through the change!

"Yes Patience, what is it?" I barely croaked. "I'm a little busy here!" Yeah...like how the fuck am I going to keep you from seeing my steel hard dick?

"School's out Mr. Jackson! Could you please call me Patty? All my friends do...unless..."

"Unless what, Patience?"

God! She could look sooo sweet and endearing! The perfect stereotypical image of the shy, demure, and completely innocent, teenage schoolgirl! You know...the one that looked like Ann-Margaret, but acted like Pollyanna? If anything, this truer image of her made my libidinous state even worse! Why the hell did she have to be so damn likable?

"Unless...you don't want to be my friend...!"

Friend? My mind shrieked! If she could read my mind, she'd be calling 911 right now! My heart felt like it was about to blow out through the end of my dick! Please God, I silently prayed, please give me the strength to get through these final moments!

"OK...Patty," I said offering a hand, "...I'm not your teacher anymore...so...I suppose we can be real friends now..." Biiiig fucking mistake!

As I let go of my brief case to shake her hand...three years of hiding the truth came disastrously unraveled! The case went crashing loudly to the floor, throwing its contents everywhere, and revealed the tented front of my pants to her winsome teenage eyes! I grabbed the arms of my chair thinking that with enough mental effort I could somehow will away my massive hard-on! Out of the corner of my eye I could see that she was starting to breath really hard, and her eyes...were as big as saucers! I nearly came in my pants like one of her pimple-faced sixteen year-old boyfriends when I saw her sweet little pink tongue slip wetly across her moistened lips! This is it! I thought. She's going to bolt and scream all the way to the principles office! She turned, and moved slowly to the door...closed it...locked it...we were alone...together...OH GOD!! Still standing with her back to me, I heard her voice...very low...but very clear...causing the light hair on the back of my neck to swirl and tickle!

"Steven...?"

Oh shit...Oh shit...Oh shit...Oh shit...

"I'm not a...30/30 anymore...I turned 18 three weeks ago!"

Oh fuck...Oh fuck...Oh fuck...Oh fuck...

She was so calm! I'm going fucking crazy, and she was the picture of complete and utter tranquility! I could feel the heat building as she slowly walked up behind me. Then I felt my chair moving away from the mess I made, and with one brisk motion, she swiveled me around to face her! Leaning forward, she covered my sweating hands with her small warm palms. I then felt her manicured nails digging deliciously into my wrists! I was the closest I had ever been to her, and my breathing was becoming more ragged and labored! More than ever, I could smell her wondrous female scent emanating from the slightly open portion of her work out top! The hint of cleavage she was showing me was rapidly sending me into a state of total pheromone induced nirvana! Her face was so damn close to mine! Her lips were there for the taking! Her mouth was open slightly, and I could see a tiny drop of saliva at the corner of her beautiful lips just begging to be licked! Just...come...closer...yes...yes...She brushed her heated lips across mine once...twice...a third time...Back...and...forth...Back...and...forth! I was past going nuts! She's eighteen! Where did she learn this stuff? Suddenly, she was backing away from me, stopping only a few feet away. I was about to realize a whole new meaning of the term nirvana! Very...slowly...she began a very sensuous strip! First came her shoes...then socks...then...oh fuck...she began to slowly unzip the front of her work out top, smiling hotly all...the...way! I couldn't help gasping loudly as her incredible breasts sprung, sweetly, into full view! They weren't too big...or too small...Sweetly perky, with the most delectable, suckable, pink nipples I had ever seen in my life! Just as suddenly, she leaned back towards me, and began the same maddening motion against my trembling lips! Mindlessly, I cupped her soft, smooth tits, catching each nipple between frantic, scissoring fingers! I felt, and heard a soft mewing sound escape her throat! I couldn't stand it anymore! I stood, still mauling her breasts, and kissing her lips, and managed to shed my suit jacket and tie, in one swift smooth motion! She broke the kiss long enough to open my shirt, nearly ripping it off me! Suddenly we were mashing our bodies together, naked from the waist up for the very first time! I took complete possession of her mouth, slicing my tongue deep into her sweet mouth! My cock was harder than it had ever been! As if reading my mind, she snaked her hand down to press and stroke against my throbbing manhood! How I kept from blowing a massive load of cum into my BVD's right then and there, I will never know! No sooner had I felt her touch, I felt her other hand pulling desperately at the belt of my trousers! We were both frantic to get my pants off me! When she had finally worked them to the floor, she stopped...and just stood there staring at the bulge in my shorts! Not a word had been spoken for several minutes! I finally reached and cupped her chin, forcing her eyes to mine.

"What is it Patty? What's wrong?" I was afraid she was about to panic and run! God help me...I probably wouldn't have let her!

"I...I've never done anything like this before! I mean...I've seen a boys...cock before, and even touched it, but..."

"But," I interrupted, "You've never gone all the way?"

When she shook her head in the affirmative, I was stunned beyond words! All these years I had thought she was the hottest most experienced girl in the whole school! She did things to me that only an experienced woman would think of! She couldn't be this innocent virginal creature she claimed to be! No matter...I would soon find out!

"Pull them down love," I whispered huskily, "let me show you what you've been doing to me all these years!"

With shaking hands she pushed my briefs down to gather with my pants! She was now eye level with my full, ready, nine inches of super-heated meat! "Oh...my...God...!" I could barely hear her whisper! The look of wonder, and pure lust in her face nearly sent me over the edge! I didn't even have to tell her what to do next! Her tongue suddenly snapped out and snagged a small drop of pre-cum that had appeared at the bloated purple tip of my pulsating phallus! She contemplated the flavor for only a second or two before completely engulfing my cock right up to my pubic hair! Gagging slightly, she retreated, only to plunge back over my pulsing dick again, and again, and again, sucking and licking feverishly, mindlessly, frantically trying to pleasure me as best she could! I was about to pass out from her sweet oral ministration! The pleasure I was experiencing was beyond describing with mere words! Inexperienced she was, but if eagerness was an equal measure, then she had, so far, performed way above the curve! My legs were turning into silly putty! 

"Baby," I groaned loudly, "I've gotta sit down or I'm gonna fall down!" I felt her hand against my stomach, literally pushing me back down in to the chair, the back banging up against the heavy desk. During the entire move, she never took those wonderful lips off my bursting dick! And burst it was about to do!

"Oh Jeez Patty! I'm almost there! You can swallow or not! Your choice baby...your...OH SHIIIIIT HEEERE...IIIIT...CUUUUUMMMMSSSS!!!!!

Three years of mindless frustration came firing in to her surprised mouth, blasting down her throat in one...two...three...seven massive loads of rocket propelled cum! She fought valiantly for every last drop! I felt another agonizing buzzing against the exploding head of my cock, as I came to the realization that she had been feverishly sawing away at her own pussy with her fingers, and had cum at almost the same moment as I had, and was literally screaming her own climax over my exploding penis! For several seconds, we sat just staring at one another, seemingly lost to the incredible moment! After regaining what was left of my composure, I reached down, removed my shoes, kicking the rest of my clothes under my desk. I then stood up. She was still on her haunches, watching my movements closely with heavy lust filled eyes!

"God you're so beautiful," she gasped. Tears began streaming down her beautiful face! "I've wanted you for so long! Have I really affected you like that all this time?"

Pulling her to her feet, I looked deeply in to her beautiful green, moistened eyes.

"Think about all the times that you and I were within 100 feet of one another, and that's the number of times that I wanted to tear your clothes off and fuck you until you screamed for me to stop! Does that answer your question?"

I didn't give her a chance to reply! I pulled her into my arms, crushing her soft breasts against my chest, and began kissing her face, her eyes, her cheeks, her ears, and her lips. over and over and over, causing her to sigh and moan continuously! Suddenly I picked her up, shoved all the remaining stuff off my desk, and laid her atop the large polished wood surface!

I then began the process of kissing, licking, sucking, and tasting every inch of her incredibly sexy body! In no time I had her moaning and thrashing under my eager tongue! I licked and sucked against the sexy hollow of her throat. I then slid down wetly and began licking and sucking her sweet, perky breasts until she was squirming and squealing in mindless pleasure! I began nibbling lightly at her nipples, careful not to cause too much pain, but creating just enough to bring her arching up off the desktop! I then tried with all might to take a whole tit into my mouth, while continuing to pinch and maul the other!

"Oh my God," she shouted hoarsely, "Some...something is hap...happening...my pussy! Steven...your sucking my titties...is making me CUUUMMMMMMM!!! OOOOOHHH!!!"

I was elated! To intensify the effect, I suddenly stuffed my hand into the front of her tights and found her drenched slit for the first time! I then began to rub furiously at her large clit with the butt of my thumb, while slipping one, then two fingers into her sweet overflowing gash! The effect was like a thermo-nuclear bomb going off in her body! I had to literally cover her mouth with my free hand to keep her from alerting the rest of the building as to what we were doing! She was in over-drive as she came again, and again! Finally, I extracted my hand, and watched her slowly come down from the most explosive series of orgasms I had ever had the pleasure to witness! The stark white of her luscious skin awash in the pink blush of her after-glow, was a sight that could only have been repeated in my wildest fantasies! I liked the reality much better!

"That," she breathed heavily, "was simply incredible Steven! What did you do to me?"

I leaned in and kissed her lips softly, and then repeated the move on the nipple of each breast! I felt her suddenly shiver, as my lips touched hypersensitive regions! My God, I thought, she was a hot one! Did I really expect anything else?

"I didn't do anything love...you did," I laughed, "I was just along for the joy of the ride!"

"Oh sure," she laughed, still shaking, "I've never felt like this with any boy!"

I then began to lay wet, hot kisses all over her sweet, silky, hard belly! I felt her tense, and then with a quiet sexy moan, relax completely. I looked up and gazed lustfully in to her fevered eyes!

"Well my dear," I crooned seductively, "therein lies the real difference, then! A boy...I'm not!"

I began sucking and slurping along the edge of her tights, causing her to gasp and squirm uncontrollably! Going with a sudden wild notion, I took the top of her tights carefully between my teeth, raised up her hips, and pealed them over her hips and on to the floor! Just like her top, she wasn't wearing any underwear down there either! Finally...we were both completely naked!

For a minute, all I could do is just stare down at her in complete awe! The late afternoon sun was casting an ethereal light against the alabaster surface of her flawless naked skin! She didn't look real, but the urgency of her voice was all too real!

"Please Steven," Patty whispered plaintively, "please make sweet love to me!"

"Would you like for me to lick your pussy now, Patty?" She raised up to get a better look, her body flushed and totally alive! I watched as her nostrils flared and her breathing quickened at hearing my lustful question. As an unnecessary inducement, I suddenly flicked my tongue out and swiped against her swollen clit! She nearly came off the table! So...I did it again...harder! "Oh God...!" she whispered. Again...harder still! Lost now in her lust, Patty fell back heavily on my desk, raising her hips against my mouth!

"Oh yes Steven, please suck my pussy! Eat the hell out of it! Oh God...please...just put out the fire!"

Put out the fire? Poor innocent child! She had no idea that I was about to throw gasoline on it! I then dove into her spasming snatch with a relish I had never known before! It was all I could do to keep her from bucking me out the window! I reached down at my feet, found my underwear, and tossed it up to her! To my amazement, she began stuffing it in her mouth! What a sight that was! And what a fucking turn-on as well! As if I needed an incentive! I was absolutely unmerciful! I ravaged her pulsating cunt with my mouth, tongue, and teeth, until all I could hear was one loud, long, muffled scream, and all I could taste was a continuous gushing stream of sweet girl cum! I felt her long, strong, athletes legs wrap around my head and neck, pulling me in as close as she could get me! It felt like she was trying with all her might to pull me inside her! All this time my hard-on had long since returned with great gusto, and was craving to take this fuckfest to a new, even more mind-blowing level! As if on cue, I heard, and felt Patty inhale a huge gulp of cleansing air!

"Steven! No more please! I'm going to pass out if you don't stop! My poor little pussy won't stop twitching!"

I couldn't help grinning widely! I was just amazed by this sweet girls reactions! So fucking sweet and so innocent! Now was the time to take her in to the world of women! I almost regretted it...Almost! I wasn't about to let her come down from the high I had taken her so far! Reaching for her legs, I pulled her butt closer to the edge of the table! Raising her up, I placed my waded up shirt and coat under her to get at her sweet pussy better!

"I'm going to fuck you now Patty!" I announced. "That's what you want, isn't it?"

"Oh yes Steven...For so damn long!" she cried, "But...I'm not on the pill...I'm sorry!"

"Shush," I said kissing her lips lovingly, "No problem! Just lay back and relax!"

With that I began working one finger in to her super-heated vagina. She was so wet, getting another finger in was no problem at all! She was thrashing and writhing around in no time! Her sweet moaning reached an even higher crescendo as I managed to insert a third finger! I then began an up and down/back and forth motion, intent on finding one thing...her G-spot! When she finally screamed and nearly broke my fingers, I knew I had struck paydirt! It was about two inches inside and up, just behind her clitoris. Her pussy was flowing continuously now, and it was now apparent that she was very ready! Grasping my turgid member, I began to rub it sensuously against the entire length of her slit! Without warning I plopped just inside her quaking pussy! She jumped! 

"You know this will hurt at first...don't you sweetheart?"

His sweet caring words caused Pattys tears to run once more. Then the words came, suddenly rushing into her throat and out of her mouth before she could stop them!




Patience



"I...love you Steven,' she cried softly, "I want you to be my first! Please just fuck me now! I'll be OK, as long as it's you!"

Love me? She loves me? I inched forward and felt her silken folds wrap lovingly about my cock, exhorting it onward and upward into her soft steaming velvety female realm! Both our breathing was getting rapidly out of control, as I pressed inexorably forward until I could feel my dick press up next to the wall of her hymen! I steeled myself for the rush to come! Oh man...I didn't want to hurt her! Patty seemed to sense my ambivalence, and in a move that surprised me completely, rose up, grabbed me about the neck, pulled against me violently, and impaling her pussy completely on my very surprised cock! The force of her action had been so hard and fast, I was now standing with her, impaled in her clutching, pulsating pussy clear to the root! There was no pain...not in her voice...not in her eyes! Her maidenhood had been holding on by the thinnest of threads! Probably because she was so athletic! The surprised look on both our faces quickly turned to one of unbridled lust, and we began to grind into each other at an unearthly pace! Soon the incredible pleasure became too much to bear and I found myself falling back on the table, leaving Patty straddling my, near to exploding, cock!

"Oh my God...your cock...feels so damn good! Never stop fucking me Steven! Oh God...I love you so much!"

Patty was going ballistic on my dick! What incredible muscle control she had! Her pussy was milking my crank for all it was worth! This wonderful, sweet girl was a mind-blowing fucking machine! I wanted to stay in her so fucking bad I could taste it! But...I knew I couldn't cum in her! My first orgasm had made this one last longer, but the end was already looming!

"Oh shit baby," I bellowed, "I'm going to cum soon! You have to get off!"

For a second...just for a second...her loving eyes told me she wouldn't! That she would allow me to cum deep inside her...to possibly make a baby! But...it was only for...a second. Raising up suddenly, releasing my pulsing cock to the air, she spun around, to form a perfect 69! I reached up, like a starving man, to take her dripping pussy into one giant French kiss, while at the same time feeling Patty engulf my cock even as I began sliding in to a massive orgasm! We seemed to lick, suck, and moan for hours! In the process I must have pumped a gallon of come into her wildly sucking mouth! And then...I passed out!

When I came too, Patty was cuddled close to me, casually playing with my chest hair! I rose up suddenly, shaking my still fuzzy head!

"Careful! You might pass out again!" All of a sudden Patty seemed to, once more, become that funny little girl I had met three years before. All giggly, sweet, and innocent!

"Shit! I must have hyperventilated, or something!"

"Or," she squeaked happily, "you didn't tell me to stop when you should have!"

I turned...and smiled down at the most beautiful girl I had ever known in my whole life! Oh my God! I had a fucking lump the size of Texas in my throat! My heart was racing like crazy! And my hands...were sweating like I was a kid on his first boy/girl date! What the fuck? Patty saw the look on my face, and reached up to touch my arm.

"Steven," she said softly, "are you OK?" And then...she began to cry! "I know I'm not very good Steven," she sobbed pitifully, "but please give me another chance. I'll do better next time...if you want a next time...!"

I quickly took her in to my arms! Holding her still flushed body close to mine, I kissed her all about her sad little face!

"Shush love! You were wonderful! Wonderful! My heart was just hurting...that's all!"

"Hurting? You mean a heart attack? Oh my God, we have to get dressed and get you to the hosp...!"

"No no," I laughed, "not that kind of heart hurt! Another...kind."

"Another kind? I don't understand..."

I took a huge breath. All of a sudden my mouth was very dry! I looked Patty straight in to her beautiful eyes!

"The kind that comes, and then won't go away...The kind that can only be healed by the person that caused it to begin with!"

"Oh...Steve..."

"I'm in love with you Patience! Probably from the moment you first walked in to my class three years ago! I've fought against the feeling so long...I just can't fight it any longer...!"

The kiss came, and just would not stop...No...I didn't make it out of "Dodge" that day...Oh I did leave all right! I just wasn't alone...That's all...

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But be gentle! This is my first time you know! 



Patience



On the train heading south toward the airport to meet Riley for the first time in six months, I thought about what it would be like to finally be held in his arms again. A pilot, I said to myself, shaking my head as I did. Staring out at the passing Atlanta scenery, I smiled to myself as I listened to Floetry sing "Butterflies" to me through my headphones. Speeding through town I noticed the other young lovers cuddling close in the cold trying to keep warm. Stolen kisses and words of love passed back and forth. I knew I would be like them in about half an hour. I huddled my round brown form a little deeper into my coat and thought about my man. 

Riley is all of five foot ten inches tall and a very well formed one hundred and seventy pounds. His blue eyes blazed with good humor and lust when he sauntered to me in the bar where we met. If he hadn't approached me first in that bar six months before I probably would have missed out on meeting him at all. He just didn't seem like the boob fiend type, until he walked up to me smiling and asked my boobs what I was drinking. "Gotcha" was what I thought. And truly who looks for love in a bar? But, here I am, all of five foot four inches tall and a very shapely size eighteen, cuddled in a faux leopard fur coat, knee high granny style boots, my closest fitting jeans and a teeny, tiny dark green camisole that showed my cleavage to its most luscious advantage. I was nervous, cold and very excited to finally see him again. We kept the relationship fresh with very interesting voice chats and cam fun online. 

I entertained myself mentally thinking of the conversations, calls and visions of my lover that I had cataloged in my mind. I raised my head when the announcer said that we had reached the end of the line. Raising myself up and out of the train car I got the shock of a life as I was face to face with the lover I had dreamed of for six months. Riley surprised me by meeting me on the train landing. It was like a scene out of a movie, me walking toward him, him walking to toward me and us meeting in the middle with an embrace and a soul shattering kiss. He tasted of ginger, apples and oranges. I leaned back, smiling and asked him what he just had. He turned red as he blushed and told me about a new juice blend that he is currently addicted to. Laughing we gathered his bags and got on the train that had just pulled up. 

On the ride to my tiny little apartment we talked about how six months apart really tested our resolve and sanity at times. We disembarked our train at the Midtown station and walked the block to my apartment. I didn't even get my key into the apartment door before I was pressed against it and man handled quite well and thoroughly by a very impatient pilot with great hands. Riley slid his hands up my back and around my waist turning me in his arms. I smiled as he leaned in to give me another taste of his lips. He kissed me like I was softest, warmest, tastiest thing he had been craving for ages. Laughing inside my head I thought, "I guess I am". After about fifteen minutes passed before I could disengage long enough to actually get my door unlocked and opened. 

I was greeted by the smell of sandalwood incense and cinnamon. The robin's egg blue walls and dark furnishings of my tiny apartment felt like home. I removed my coat and turned around, my lover was standing there slowly removing his tie and smiling devilishly at me. In that moment I knew the fear and thrill of prey in that look. Raising my eyebrows and smiled I turned on my favorite internet radio station. Ambient tunes wafted around us. Riley took the space between us in three strides and wrapped his arms around me again. This time he didn't stop and ran a hand to my cleavage, sighing I allowed myself to be pulled toward my black leather chase lounge at the window. He slid me out of my jeans and camisole. As he pulled back to admire my now nude form he slowly removed his shirt and pants. The unbuckling of his belt left me tingling with anticipation. My heart beat faster and my mind shut down, only the basest of instincts were needed now. Almost falling upon me like a ravenous thing he came to me with need. I answered that need with my own. 

We kissed a little more, searching each others eyes as if the secrets of life lay within them. I turned Riley over on his back and slowly slid down his body to greet the little part of him that gave us both so much pleasure. I kissed the little head in greeting before gobbling down the length of him. Determined to make love to him with my mouth I could hear him softly groan and growl at me. Every sound from his lips was a triumph to me. I knew he could feel how I felt about him through this most intimate of communication. He suddenly grabbed a handful of my hair and almost forcibly pulled me back up his body for a kiss. I sighed into that kiss as I felt my very ample breasts press into the hard planes of his chest. He felt so good. My body missed him as much as my mind or heart. After a moment of fumbling for a wrapper he slid into me. Riley sighed and said "I'm home". A giggle that slowly but very surely turned into a moan of satisfaction escaped me as I knew he was home in more than one way. He slowly buildt momentum as he grabbed my ass to gain urgency and drive his point home. 

I was losing myself in our mutual need. From time to time he would punctuate a thrust with a kiss. He turned me onto my side to get a different angle and I lost my control, climaxing all over him. Growling at me he grabbed my hair again and started beating himself into me pushing me toward another quickly achieved orgasm. I felt his hand on my breast as he screamed his own climax. He fell upon the chase and pulled me closer to him. "I missed you" he said sheepishly. "I love you" I said back. Smiling we drifted to sleep.



Patience and Self-control



Abigail didn't know it was possible to fall in love so quickly. Yet here she was falling deeper and deeper in love with him. Jonathan was quite unlike anyone she'd ever met. He spoke with such confidence and authority; his sexy southern accent practically melted her whenever he called. His creative mind impressed her even though it sometimes kept her off balance. Her feelings for him were disconcerting, yet strangely comforting at the same time. Did he have some kind of magical control over her? Was he right for her? Abigail was past caring; she loved him and that was enough for her ... at least for now.

While the idea of hiking the Shenandoah National Park during the summer wasn't too appealing, Abigail was thrilled at his impromptu invitation. It was an opportunity to be with him again and this would easily offset any discomfort a little hike might bring. 

Upon arriving at the park, they set out upon the Deadening Nature trail and headed off to explore the wilderness. They walked leisurely through the forest, talking and enjoying each other's company. Abigail actually found the canopy of tall oak trees quite comforting. It created a rather romantic atmosphere and served to temper the stifling summer heat. 

After walking for several hours, Abigail asked, "Could we take a break?" 

"Of course," he replied. 

He spied a nice little clearing about 50 yards off the main trail. He walked hand-in-hand with Abigail to that location. After taking off his daypack, he withdrew a blanket for them to sit upon. 

"You think of everything," Abigail said playfully. 

He just smiled, handing her a bottle of cold water.

"Thank you," she said.

They sat and talked for what seem liked hours, neither of them in a hurry to go any further. 'This place was wonderful,' she thought. He sensed her daydreaming and placed his hand onto hers. She blushed, realizing he was staring at her. 

Looking intently into her beautiful green eyes, he asked, "Abigail, do you trust me?" 

"Implicitly," she replied.

"Good," he said, grinning. 

He rose from the blanket, extending his outstretched arms to her. Abigail took his hands and joined him.

"Close your eyes?" he asked. 

She did as he requested, wandering what his intentions might be. He retrieved a wide strip of black velvet material from the daypack and proceeded to place it securely around her eyes. 

"Now open your eyes," he said. 

"I can't see a blessed thing," she responded. She instinctively brought her hands up to her eyes. 

"Stop!" he commanded. 

"Okay," she said softly, sensing a bit of anger in his voice. 

"Are you sure you trust me?" he asked again. 

"Yes darling, I love and trust you completely," she replied. 

"Okay Abigail, let's see. Extend both of your arms directly in front of you," he instructed. 

Without hesitation, Abigail did as asked. It only took her a few seconds to realize what was being placed around her wrists... handcuffs. She heard clicking sounds as the metal objects tightened around her. Secured and blindfolded, she began questioning her judgment.

Abigail felt a hand grasp the chain between the cuffs. A gentle pull prompted her to slowly walk in that direction. After a short distance, the pulling stopped. She felt his hands securing something to the handcuffs. Then without warning, her arms were suddenly raised above her head. She staggered backward as the pulling continued. Momentarily puzzled, Abigail soon figured out what had transpired; she had been tied to a large tree. 

'How well did she know this man after all?' she thought. A shiver of fear went through her body as she pondered her situation.

"Jonathan?" Abigail asked apprehensively. 

Silence was all Abigail heard in response to her plea. She could neither see nor hear him, but was certain he was there. She could sense his presence. His eyes were upon her, watching her intently. Momentarily, she felt his breath on her face ... yes, he was close indeed. His beard tickled her cheeks as it brushed her. By the location of his breath, she knew his lips must be very close to hers. She desperately yearned for him to kiss her and diminish her fears. But the anticipated kiss did not come.

The dreadful silence made Abigail increasingly nervous. Her legs began to tremble slightly. 'Why wasn't he speaking to me,' she wondered. All she could hear was a faint rummaging sound. She wondered what he might be trying to find.

Her mind snapped back to reality from a tugging on her white cotton blouse. She felt the top of her blouse being pulled forward. Then a cool pointed metallic object was placed against her skin. It slowly traced the "V" of her neckline. On the second pass, the object paused at the bottom of the "V" and quickly vanished. As the pressure on her blouse relaxed, she realized the top button had been removed. She felt the metallic object touch her chest, parting the material and exposing the top portion of her breasts.

The next button of Abigail's blouse was pulled forwarded and it too was removed, opening her blouse even further. By now, Abigail had registered the metallic object to be a knife of some sort. Wild, vivid images raced through her mind as he methodically cut each button from her blouse. She wished he would say something, anything, but silence was all she received.

Abigail's chest heaved as he parted her blouse with the knife. Her breasts rose and fell with each labored breath. He began tracing the outline of her bra. She squirmed nervously as the pointed edge traversed her bosom. Meticulously, he traced the top and bottom curves of her breasts before resting the blade in the center of her chest. With a quick flick, the lacy material was cut through. Abigail's breasts were completely exposed as the flimsy material fell to her sides.

A bead of sweat trickled its way down her chest. Abigail felt the knife tip as it lightly trailed across her skin, following the path of the droplet. Instead of proceeding downward in pursuit, it stopped in the middle of her chest. Once again, she breathed nervously, feeling it traverse her breast. As the knife tip circled her areola, she took in a deep breath. Unable to hide her excitement, Abigail sighed as the backside of the blade glided lightly across her nipple. The strange but highly erotic touch caused it to harden instantly. 

He continued to tease her, gliding the knife back and forth across her nipples. When she felt his hot breath exhale upon her tender flesh, she wanted him to take a nipple into his warm mouth and suck it. Abigail's legs trembled but not from fear. His assiduous attention to her sensitive buds began to drive her crazy.

Abigail felt his breath trail slowly down her abdomen. Thinking he must be directly before her, she stretched out her leg, trying to touch him. 

SMACK! echoed through the trees as his hand struck her leg.

"Ouch," she yelped, her leg stinging from the impact. 

Afterward, she felt the knife upon her skin once again. This time he traced the outline of her day hiker shorts. The metallic object trailed ever so slowly around her waistline and then around each leg. As the knife touched her inner thighs, she noticed the knife point wasn't being used. While still metallic and hard, the surface felt blunt, smooth and rounded. 

He rubbed the knife atop the cotton fabric, progressing its way up her inner thigh. As it passed between her legs, he slid the knife back and forth in an agonizingly slow manner. 

"Ohhhh," she moaned softly as the knife's handle passed between her pussy lips. 

The sensation was quite intense, however brief, as the knife proceeded across and down her opposite thigh. Shortly, she felt the material of her shorts being pulled outward and the warm steel blade sliding underneath. He pulled the knife upward and the material began to give way. 

As the knife scissored its way up the outside of her leg and across her hip, she thought, 'Oh my God, he is literally cutting the shorts off my body.' In a likewise fashion, the other side soon succumbed to the knife. As the final upward thrust was made, the front part of her shorts fell to the ground. Once again, Abigail felt vulnerable and certainly exposed.

With her panty clad ass resting against the tree, Abigail began to ponder upon her situation. Deep down, she didn't believe herself to be in danger; nevertheless, she wasn't comfortable being in such a vulnerable position. Her 'what if' scenarios ceased as she felt his hot breath upon her loins. He sniffed her panties, inhaling the scent of her womanhood. 'God, he's just mere inches from my sex,' she thought.

As he slid the knife's handle between her panty-covered pussy lips, Abigail squirmed. God, she loved the sensation. With each inward stroke, the knife handle bumped her clit, sending jolts of electricity racing through her body. She squirmed from of the sheer pleasure it brought her. Her breathing became labored as her moaning increased. Each pass of the knife took her closer and closer to the top. 

Without warning or reason, he stopped. 

Abigail thrust her pelvis forward hoping to feel the knife's handle. Her efforts proved fruitless as it was nowhere to be found. Her mind raced uncontrollably, thinking and questioning: 'Why is he doing this to me?'; 'Surely he could tell that I was about to come?'; 'Why is he denying me?'

"Why?" she blurted out frustratingly. 

She waited impatiently for an answer but an answer wasn't forthcoming. His actions were perturbing but his silence even more so. Normally, the sounds of nature would have been comforting but now they only infuriated her even more.

"Jonathan?" she asked insistently.

There was a long pregnant pause before he responded. 

"Patience," he asserted.

"Patience?" she grumbled, replaying a number of conversations they had had regarding patience.

The familiar feeling of the knife returned. He traced a line down the outside of each thigh before returning to the edge of her hip hugger panties. He carefully slid the knife under the edge of the white lace-trimmed material and proceeded to cut through it like it was butter. The opposite side fell shortly thereafter and the two halves fell to the ground. For the most part, Abigail was now completely naked before him.

He paused again. Later, she heard faint noises again prior to his breath returning to her face. Suddenly, something cold touched her lips, briefly startling her. Her tongue seized the opportunity to touch it, and quickly assessed it to be ice. The coolness was refreshing as some of the liquid pooled on her tongue. 

"Umm," she moaned, enjoying a pithy taste. 

Holding the ice cube to her lips, he allowed her to suck on it, drawing in even more of the vitalizing fluid. He traced her lips with the ice cube, making several passes before trailing the cube along her jaw line. The ice began melting as he ran it slowly down her neck and across her throat. Cold droplets of water fell onto Abigail's chest and cascaded down her tummy.

Abigail moaned as he circled the cube around the fullness of each breast. Drawing concentric circles around her bosom, he got closer and closer to her nipples. She trembled in delight as the ice finally reached her sensitive buds. As he carefully rubbed the frozen cube around each one, waves of ecstasy washed over her. Abigail closed her eyes, almost losing consciousness from the intense pleasure.

She could barely hold still as he ran the ice cube up and down her tummy. Her hot skin, combined with the summer's heat caused the ice to melt rather quickly. As he playfully danced the ice along her skin, the cold water pooled in her belly button before trickling down between her legs. Feeling goosebumps forming, Abigail shivered. 

After a brief pause, the tantalizing sensation of the ice returned. Abigail gasped as the cold object rubbed across her pelvic area. Slowly traversing down onto her pubic mound, she moaned in rapturous delight as the ice cube came in contact with her vulva. Abigail tensed, clenching her hands into tightly formed balls as he rubbed the ice back and forth along her pussy lips. She felt the sexual tension building within, wanting desperately to erupt. 

"Don't stop, please don't stop," she pleaded as the icy massage continued. 

Feeling the frozen cube pass over her clitoris, she bit her lower lip in response to the overwhelming sensation. Her arousal soared as he began rubbing her with the icy substance. His slow circular motions sensitized her clit, awakening the multitude of nerve endings within. Moaning unintelligible utterances, she squirmed in absolute bliss. Her climax was imminent. 

The icy cold stimulation stopped abruptly without warning.

The ice was gone, completely removed. Confused and angry, Abigail pulled vigorously at her restraints, desperately trying to free herself. 

"Damn you!" she exclaimed bitterly.

Once again, silence filled the air. After another rather long pause, he broke the vacuum of silence with a simple statement.

"Self-control," he declared. 

"Maddening," she snorted, "You are absolutely maddening."

"Breathe," he added. 

Breathing deeply, she carefully listened for his movements in order to ascertain his next move. After a faint rummaging sound, she heard his footstep once again, sparking a multitude of thoughts. Abigail grinned as lascivious thoughts raced through her mind. 

Warm thick liquid being drizzled over her breasts caught her off guard, causing her to instinctively jerk at the restraints. She tensed as he brushed the substance onto her lower abdominal muscles. The brush trailed down across her sex, igniting her passion once again. Her loins burned with desire as the sable-haired brush lightly stroked her clit. She breathed erratically, moaning with increased intensity.

He paused briefly once again, allowing her to calm. 

She smiled as she felt the soft bristles sweep across her lips. She instinctively ran her tongue along her lips, licking the sticky substance into her mouth. 

"Yum, honey," she murmured, tasting its natural sweetness.

Before she could say another word, he pressed his lips to hers. His long, hard kisses quickly rekindled her passion. Savoring every moment, Abigail aggressively returned his affections, hungering for him even more. 

She squirmed, rubbing her thighs tightly together as they kissed. Intense heat flowed through her entire being as he tenderly sucked her lower lip. She parted her lips, eagerly accepting his tongue, allowing it to dance with hers.

"Ohhh," she sighed as his lips worked their way down her neck and across her collarbone. Her heart pounded fiercely as he kissed around the sides of her breasts and licked the honey from them. As his mouth encircled her hardened nipple, her arousal flared. Enjoying the blissful experience of his succulent mouth upon her bosom, Abigail leaned her head back against the tree quickly becoming mesmerized by the enticing caresses of his tongue. 

As his lips crawled seductively down her abdomen, he exhaled his hot breath upon her delicate skin causing Abigail to shiver from the tingling sensation. A burst of sexual energy surged through her lower torso when his lips touched her pussy. She writhed in ecstasy as his tongue repeatedly licked the length of her slit. 

Abigail ground her pelvis against him as his tongue flicked wildly around her enflamed clit. An immense wave of gratification washed over her as he pushed his tongue inside her hot pussy. As he began fucking her with his tongue, Abigail wrapped her legs around his neck, pulling his face into her loins. She was so close to coming.

He stopped once again, infuriating her immeasurably. But before she could issue a complaint he spoke.

"What do you want?" he asked sharply.

"You," she retorted.

He repeated his question more insistently, "What do you want Abigail?"

"You Jonathan! I ... um... I want you," she stammered.

He repeated his question a third time, "What do you want Abigail?"

Before answering, Abigail paused momentarily to reflect upon the recent events. Finally, she responded to his question. 

"I want you to fuck me Jonathan!" she exclaimed.

Abigail momentarily lost balance as she felt herself being rapidly turned face-first against the tree. The handcuffs cut sharply into her wrists from the sudden action. She bit her lip, pondering what he might do next. Much to her surprise, he squeezed a line of honey from the nape of her neck down into the crack of her ass. 

Feeling his hot breath upon her buttocks, Abigail quivered in anticipation. Her muscles tensed as his tongue traversed her ass, deliberately licking every drop of the sweet honey from her salty skin. As he proceeded up her spine, the remarkable sensations from his flickering tongue made it difficult for her to think straight, let alone speak. 

"Oh God," she muttered as his tongue hungrily lapped up the honey. 

She sighed as she felt his coarse beard tickle the nape of her neck. His wet tongue moistened her delicate skin as he inched towards her ear. Feeling his breath blowing along the moistened path, she shivered. Abigail gasped as his alluring mouth kissed and lightly bit her earlobe. Hearing his labored breathing, she grinned knowing he too was quite aroused. 

He broke the silence once again whispering, "I'm going to give you what you want, Abigail." 

"Oh!" she exclaimed ecstatically.

The sound of his deep voice combined with those enticing words made Abigail a little antsy. She fidgeted with the handcuffs as she listened to his clothes being hurriedly removed. Waves of wanton lust washed over her as he pressed his muscular body firmly against hers. She quivered as he rubbed his hardened cock between her pussy lips, coating it with her juices. Aflame with desire, she begged him to take her.

Abigail clenched her fists, gasping as he penetrated her from behind. Fueling her desire, he buried himself completely in one swift thrust. Her excitement mounted as he thrust his cock in and out of her hot pussy. Lustfully, she pushed her ass backwards to meet his thrusts with perfect timing. The ensuing sounds of their union reverberated throughout the forest. 

Abigail's heard the faint sound of a vibrator before feeling his hand slide down her tummy and over her mons pubis. Her heart throbbed as she felt the penetrating vibrations on her pussy lips. Jolts of pure energy rushed through her body as he stimulated her clit with the little toy. Abigail's eyes rolled back into her head, almost losing consciousness from the intense pleasure.

She snapped back into reality as his hand grabbed her hair and pulled her neck back to his awaiting mouth. She sighed in ecstasy as his teeth bit into her neck. Her neck now marked, he spoke once again. 

"Now," he commanded boldly. 

"Now?" she humbly asked.

"Now!" he repeated.

Abigail needed no further prompting. Her inhibitions now released, she let herself go. 

She vigorously bucked against his thrusting cock. Squeezing her thighs tightly together, she trapped the humming vibrator firmly against her clit. Within seconds, her climax exploded, releasing a surge of primal energy throughout her body. She shuddered violently as the first wave hit her. Her fingernails dug sharply into her palms as the rhythmic contractions in her pussy and anus began. 

"Oh God Jonathan," she cried as the second shockwave of her orgasm began. 

Her body burst into a series of uncontrolled spasms as the throbbing sensations in her clit exploded outward. Her body was permeated with a multitude of pleasure pulses. Inundated by these powerful sensations, Abigail collapsed against the tree, mentally and physically spent.

Abigail groaned in pain as the tree bark bit into her flesh. He quickly cut the rope, freeing her handcuffed arms from the tree. She trembled as he scooped her up and carried her over to the blanket. A sense of contentment filled her soul as he carefully laid her upon her side. He removed the handcuffs from her wrists and curled up beside her. She purred contently as his amorous actions rapidly relaxed her. 




Patience and Self-control



Feeling the pool of sticky liquid between her legs, Abigail blushed. She shook her head in amazement, finding it difficult to believe she was so self-centered she hadn't even thought about his needs. But upon ample consideration, she grinned. The voluminous amount of cum between her legs spoke for itself. He too had enjoyed it, rather immensely, it seemed. 

With that pleasant thought, she whispered, "I love you Jonathan" and closed her eyes, joining her lover in dreamland.



Patience Bared



Doctor Gray gently guided Patience through the lecture theatre doors. With one hand resting on her upper arm and the other on the small of her back, they descended the wooden steps to the dais. Patience took in the scene. Her employer, Dr Cranshaw, was waiting at his lectern. To his side was a leather topped examination bench, compete with its restraints. But what made her pause and draw breath were the three rows of dark suited gentlemen that made up the audience. She estimated thirty pairs of eyes were following her entrance. There was a wave of murmured approval.

The stage was brightly lit. The gas lights would not be required today: daylight streamed down from the overhead skylight windows. One had been opened wide allowing a draft of fresh air to pour down. Patience sensed the translucency of the thin cotton examination shift she was obliged to wear. She shivered slightly in the cool air.

Arriving at the stage, with Dr Gray still at her side, she glanced over to Dr Cranshaw who nodded his acknowledgement before addressing his audience.

"Gentleman, welcome to this the third presentation in the 1910 season. I would like to present to you my patient Miss Patience Bradley. Miss Bradley is 19 years of age and in good health, she is a respectable woman, in my employ and comes from a good family. I have been treating her for insipient hysteria using the technique of paroxysmal pelvic massage. And indeed, she has responded very well; this is the technique we shall be demonstrating this afternoon. Dr Gray, if you could..."

He glanced over to his assistant, who in turn nodded his understanding. Patience understood too. She was about to be undressed. Her gown was to be removed. She was to be rendered naked before the thirty pairs of eyes. She took a deep breath and lifted her head: acknowledging that she too was ready.

Gray reached out and began to undo the fastenings of her examination shift. Gray was a showman, undressing Patience was part of his performance; he was careful not to impede the audience's view. First Gray pulled open the bow at her neck, and eased apart the sides of the shift just enough to expose her upper chest. He deliberately kept her breasts hidden for a few moments longer.

Patience looked down. She did not want to make eye contact with her observers. But, she sensed their anticipation, and within her there was a sympathetic excitement feeding from it. There was a dream-like quality to her situation. Indeed, as girl she had frequently dreamt of finding herself naked in public, often at school, and it was never a bad dream. In the dream she felt elated: empowered by her nudity. In her dream people would comment on how clever she was to be naked, as if it was a skill, or a special talent.

She felt the shoulder straps being unbuttoned, one then the other. She felt the unsupported robe begin to slide, and instinctively, she moved to arrest the falling garment. But, in that same instant she remembered she must let it fall and be exposed: a very public unveiling. She lowered her arms to her sides. The cloth fell neatly to hang from the belt at her waist.

Patience felt the cold air against her chest, and she felt the stares too. She straightened her shoulders and pushed her bare breasts forward. Gray stepped to the side to allow the audience to view their subject, and Patience thought she saw him meet their eyes as if to gauge their approval. 

Dr Cranshaw looked at her, paused for a second, and then resumed his lecture.

"As you see Patience is a fully-developed young lady, she menstruates regularly her last bleed I understand finished a week ago, she has never given birth. I have examine her and she is a virgin."

This last piece of information caused a murmur of approving comment from the audience. So much personal information: Patience realised it was not just her body being laid bare here today. She swallowed hard, willing herself not to blush.

Gray approached her again. Again Patience knew what to expect, after all this was a performance in which they both had parts to play. She lifted her chin to look straight ahead, then placing her hands behind her head she pushed her elbows back, arching her chest, accentuating her pert breasts. 

"As you see gentlemen, she has fully developed breasts, though not overly large they are completely commensurate with her age, build and stature. They are firm, well rounded, with good projection from the chest wall."

Gray illustrated his colleague's words by tracing the contour of her left breast with the tips of his long fingers, finishing with his fingers underneath, gently lifting the soft flesh.

Doctor Gray will now auscultate her chest. We must ensure the heart is sound. This sort of treatment can place a lot of strain on a weak heart."

Gray had plugged the stethoscope into his ears as his colleague spoke. He now placed the chest piece between Patience's breasts. He waited a few moments, before repositioning it beneath her left breast then above. Finally, he nodded that all was in order.

"Good. Doctor Gray, if could you remove her gown we may begin".

Gray fumbled in the loose folds of the shift gathered at her waist and located the belt. He pulled open the bow, and shook it loose. The shift fell away and pooled around Patience's ankles. She stepped forward.

She was not mistaken, there was an audible gasp as the audience took in the completeness of her nudity. She crossed her arms in front of her chest then lowered her gaze towards the edge of the stage; seeking to display an appropriate air of modesty - though inwardly she was enjoying the exhibition. She could play her part in this show. She allowed Gray to take her elbow and turn her back to the audience.

"She has no marks or lesions on her back or legs." Cranshaw remarked. She felt Gray's hand brush her shoulders, back and thighs as he illustrated Cranshaw's words. She was turned once again to the front. 

"You will notice she retains a full mound of pubic hair, many practitioners insist on patients being shaved, but this is totally unnecessary unless there are signs of infection, or infestation."

Gray reached down, and she realised exactly where he was going to touch her next. An involuntary shudder ran upwards through Patience's body culminating in a flick of her head. He combed his fingers across her pubic mound through the tight dark curls. 

"Are we are ready for the examination?"

Standing in front of her, Doctor Gray cupped the elbows of her still crossed arms and guided her backwards. One awkward step then another until her bare thigh contacted the cold leather of the examination bench. Automatically she dropped back and sat down.

-----

Patience had previously talked at some length with Florence, her colleague and mentor at the practise, and she thought she had a reasonable idea of what to expect. However, Patience was surprised to find another man with Cranshaw when she arrived that Friday morning. The man was tall and smartly dressed in a dark suit, and younger than Cranshaw, maybe in his early thirties she guessed.

"Patience, good morning. May I introduce Dr Gray. He will be assisting me this afternoon."

Gray offered her his hand. "Miss Bradley, pleased to meet you."

He was, Patience noticed, a handsome man. His handshake was firm; he looked her in the eye when he spoke. Steel blue eyes, she noticed.

Once all three were seated, Cranshaw outlined what would happen later. She was to be medically examined, by Doctor Gray, who would then proceed to provide the treatment. Finally he asked if she had any questions.

"What would you like me to wear?" Previously, she had worn her underwear during the treatment sessions, at least a shift and corset, but she thought it best to check.

"I would like you to change into this examination gown before the lecture. Here." Dr Cranshaw slid a brown paper parcel across the table to her. "However, Dr Gray, will disrobe you immediately prior to your examination."

"Disrobe me: I will be naked then?"

"You will be completely naked."

"Oh, I see. And restrained?"

"You will be restrained."

This was not a surprise to her; she knew Cranshaw's preference in this regard. And privately, she enjoyed it. She liked the feeling of being powerless, and of relinquishing control to someone else. Then another thought crossed her mind. 

"How many people will, will be observing?"

"There will be 8 doctors, but this is open to other invited gentlemen too. I understand that there may be as many as 20."

"Oh my goodness." She paused to consider this. To be naked with her colleagues had become natural to her over the last few weeks, but so many strangers.

"And the treatment, will that be the same as before, will you use the electrical device?"

"An electro-mechanical stimulator, a different type, but very similar to the one you have experienced before. We also have other equipment available here at the hospital". 

"What sort of equipment?"

"Oh nothing you need to be concerned about my dear. You are familiar with the speculum?" Glancing over his spectacles it was clear from her expression that she was not. 

"It's a simple device that we can use to examine you internally, it opens your vagina, lets us take a better look. There really is nothing to concern you."

Patience really didn't like the sound of this. Although she had had many treatments with Dr Cranshaw, only one of her examinations had involved an internal procedure, and that had been quite unpleasant. In fact she recalled it being somewhat painful. She really did not want to experience that again, and certainly not in public view.

"No please. I don't want to ...not internal."

"Patience, you have agreed to this examination, and you will be well rewarded as you know."

He was right, she had agreed, but she really didn't want this. Her mind was racing, but what could she do? In the end she just blurted out." 

"Please, you will remember that I am still a virgin".

The two doctors smiled "and you will be afterwards, my dear."

Patience managed to banish the unease from her mind as they walked through the autumn sunshine towards the hospital building, and she was fine as they led her along its cream painted corridors and stairs to the side room that was to be her changing room. But as she sat alone waiting for Gray to return, waiting for him to collect and convey her to the lecture theatre, waiting for the performance to begin, she wondered what she was doing here. She glanced across at her own clothes removed, folded and neatly stacked on the hospital cabinet. She looked down at the flimsy cotton shift that draped her body - a temporary covering she knew. She had no control over what was to happen to her next. For the next hour she would submit to the will of the good doctors. Was she scared or excited, Patience couldn't tell?

------

She sat back on the examination bench, the stiff leather creaked and was cold against her skin. Gray, holding her just above her elbows, had her lie back. As she expected, Gray wasted no time in applying leather cuffs to her wrists, these he clipped to the bench above her head.

The bench was of unusual design, more like a long chair laid backward, angled slightly upward. Lying back Patient's head was still slightly higher than her torso. The seat of the chair, if that is what it could be called, was very small, and consisted of two semi-circular padded uprights. Patience was positioned so that each aligned with a buttock. With nothing to support her legs she was obliged to hold them awkwardly, knees bent in front of her chest. Indeed, she could see no obvious way that they might be supported. That was until Gray revealed another device of restraint.

The device, or more correctly devices, since there was one for each leg, were sturdy canvas slings. Not dissimilar to those used to support a broken arm except that this sling was placed around the thigh. Metal rings sewn into the free corners, allowed for easy attachment to tensioning straps which ran back and downward towards the head of the bench. Once tightened, Patience found her thighs were held upright, and due the angle of the straps, outward too. Her lower back was flattened against the bench, her pelvis was rolled upward and her legs were held wide apart. 

She soon realised that the bench, its clever devices and straps, was designed solely to expose her sex to the audience. If she looked down, between her spread knees, she could see them staring. She closed her eyes. If she concentrated she could get through this.

Many parallel thoughts coursed through her brain. She was intimately exposed to all these strangers. Her arms and legs were restrained. Gray, yet another stranger, was about to examine her intimately. Cranshaw, whom she knew and trusted, was describing every feature of her body, along with every move Gray was to make, some of which she really didn't care for.

She opened her eyes and stared upwards. Through the open skylight she could see the blue of the sky and luminous white clouds drifting past. If she followed them, concentrating on them, she found her mind, cleared, slowed, acquiesced; she could block out the thoughts.

Gray approached, he held a tongue depressor with which he explored the mouth she obediently opened for him. Then he felt her neck and under her chin. She was vaguely aware of Cranshaw's narrative, something about glands and inflammation. 

Then his hands were manipulating her breasts, pressing down against her chest, then pulling and rolling her nipples. It was like being in a trance; she was fully aware, but quite quite detached. 

Finally, he arrived between her legs. She felt his strong fingers exposing and illustrating her anatomical features as Cranfield named them: labia majora, minora, urethra, clitoris... And then he was opening her, fingers exploring, locating and probing. She gasped, his fingers were inside her.

"Ah! - Please...!"

"Quiet please, calm yourself."

"There is a lot of nonsense talked about this instrument, and I admit that its use in the lock hospitals gave it a bad name. But the campaigners against the contagious diseases act, in my opinion were the ones that did the most damage to its reputation with their talk of 'rape by speculum' and defloration. Utter, utter nonsense." 

Patience was suddenly aware that Dr Cranshaw was talking about the speculum, the instrument she so dreaded. His words suddenly seemed louder in her head.

"Please. I asked you not to use..."

"Quiet please. By opening the vagina in this way, we can visualise the cervix, and by visualising the cervix we can verify that paroxsism is taking place. Otherwise, we only have the subject's word, and as we know gentlemen, that is not always reliable when we are dealing with the fairer sex." 

Cranshaw cast a look towards Grey who nodded his understanding. Gray had been holding up the instrument for the audience to see, but he now laid it back its enamel dish on the side table. Leaning forward, he whispered.

"Are you alright my dear?"

It was a subterfuge. The moment she opened her mouth to reply a gag was thrust into her mouth: an india rubber blade, forced between her teeth, pressing down on her tongue. But, then to her further horror she found it was to be held in place by straps, deftly fitted and adjusted around her head until it resembled a horse's bridle. Patience shook her head from side to side, staring wide eyed at Gray, the taste of rubber bitter in her mouth.

He picked up the speculum in his right hand, and she felt the firm fingers of his left parting the lips of her sex, and then she felt the coldness of the metal. Once the blades found their location, firm pressure slid them inward. The device was opened. Patience felt its expansion within her. She wanted to contract against it, but that brought more discomfort. Submitting to its penetration seemed the best way.

She shut her eyes, and tried to clear her mind. If she concentrated hard, she thought, she could block out what was happening. But thoughts flooded her brain in an incoherent torrent. The doctor's words: rape by speculum, defilement, defloration. She had read only that morning that soldiers had ravished women in a village somewhere in the Balkans. Flora's young man, Jack was a soldier. But, he was a nice man. Tall, handsome, she couldn't imagine him doing that. But her imagination was running riot now, and now the thought had taken form in her mind, it was the only thing she could imagine. Jack was strong; he could easily pin her hands above her head with one of his hands, leaving the other free to caress her naked breasts. His knees could easily hold her legs open. She would have to submit. She would submit to him. She would let him penetrate her.

-----

It was only a few weeks ago that Patience had seen a naked man for the first time. Flora and Patience had been asked to treat a young man. He too had been restrained, in much the same way as Patience was now: naked with his hands strapped above his head his legs held apart.

It had not been a pleasant procedure for the young man. The tube looked far too wide, but with manipulation of the tube by the doctor, and of young man's penis by Flora, it was coaxed into place. A strong medicament was to be introduced via the tube that would effectively cauterize his pox. As the doctor emptied the syringe, the young man writhed against the straps as the burning liquid did its job. Some 20 minutes later, with the tube removed, it had fallen to Patience for the next stage of his treatment.

Patience had been reluctant to touch him at first, but Flora had made her oil and massage his limp penis. She had been shocked by the sudden and dramatic transformation to erection. It was so big, so broad, and so hard. Too big she thought. Could such a huge thing fit inside her – the question had played on her mind ever since. Flora had shown her how to grip firmly, and move her hand up and down, fingers encircling his stem. She was shown how to ease his foreskin back and forth.

His first climax had come quickly and without warning. Never having witnessed such an event, Patience was taken by surprise and was grateful for the protective rubber apron that Flora had insisted she wear. The poor boy was allowed only a brief rest before the next treatment. He was apparently to be milked dry.

His subsequent climaxes took longer and longer to achieve, and by the fourth almost nothing was being expelled. Flora let him rest a while before the final treatment. To ease the tightness in his groin a warm compress was applied and this did seem to give him some relief. However, Flora needed all of her skills to coax a final dry paroxysm from the drained boy: deftly inserting a finger in to his anus while still working his stem. 

-----

What it would be like to have such a large penis inside her. It would surely be bigger than this speculum. She imagined being opened and stretched. She conjured an image of Jack's face looking down at her, his strong arm holding her until she submitted. She imagined him penetrating her.

She worked hard to hold onto the fantasy, but she could not completely block out reality. The reality that Dr. Gray was now massaging her vulva: his firm fingers running along her labia. She felt him exploring and stretching her lips. She found that the more she focused on her fantasy, the more pleasant the sensation became. She tried to imagine Jack filling her, she imagined struggling against him, but being powerless.

The fantasy was working, and despite the public ordeal she knew she was becoming aroused. She sensed that Grey knew this too. She felt his fingers palpating the engorgement of her clitoris. She audibly gasped as he eased back its hood, back and forth, back and forth.

Even if his fingers had not felt its swelling, the gasp told him what he needed to know. It was time to switch to the electro-mechanical vibrator. The hand-held machine was ready. Gray had already selected an appropriate attachment and connected it to the black enamelled unit. He closed the switch and the machine made a deep loud hum. Gently he pressed the vibrating rubber disk against her clitoral hood in a circling motion. 




Patience Bared



It seemed to take no time, she recognised the tension building; it was going to happen. Her muscles tightened; her back arched. Holding her breath, she strained against the leather bonds. Then it was there, she felt the intense warmth radiating from deep within her sex. She gasped to inhale again, her every sensory perception engulfed by the blissful time-halting wave.

Reality gradually returned. The fullness of her sex had seemed to intensify the now decaying spasms. Only when these passed and gave way to a tranquillity did she once again become aware of the rubber gag filling her mouth and the ache of her constrained limbs. Opening her eyes wide, she returned to the brightness of the room, she heard the conversation of her audience and once again she could feel their eyes observing her.

As Cranshaw concluded his talk, Gray set about releasing her. The speculum was withdrawn and replaced in its dish on the table. Her legs were released, and the slings packed away. Grey unclipped the wrist cuffs from the head of the examination bench allowing her to stretch her arms.

Gray fetched the examination robe, and placed it on the floor for her. The garment was heaped in the same form as when it had been discarded a short while ago. She swung her feet round and placed them on the floor. Grey knelt down and began to lift the shift, guiding it up over her body. He had Patience hold the fabric in position against her breasts. The effect was to display the leather cuffs, she still wore against the whiteness of the cloth. She realised this too was part of the performance. The play-thing was being packed away, hidden from view, one last chance to see. Gray buttoned the shoulder straps. She was covered again, well almost. He didn't fasten the waist band, nor the neck tie: the gown was open to the waist. 

Patience was expecting Gray to remove her gag. The acrid taste of rubber was strong in her mouth, and besides, not being able to close her mouth was causing saliva to escape at the corners. But he did not. When she moved her own hands to find and undo the straps he stopped her.

"Not yet."

He gently guided her hands back down, down behind her back, and then to her surprise, clipped the cuffs together. 

The audience filed out from their seats, and formed a line to shake hand with Dr Cranshaw and then with Grey. Patience could hear them thanking the good doctors and commending them on the excellence of their presentation. Then they filed past the equipment table, on which was displayed the vibrator and the speculum for their inspection. One or two picked up the objects for closer examination.

And finally, they filed past Patience, the final object to be inspected. She stood erect, shoulders back, eyes lowered. She imagined she must look like some slave girl from ancient times waiting to be sold. Some of the men just glanced at her as they passed, others made a more detailed study. The open shift did little to hide her breasts. Sometimes, if a man's gaze became too intense, Patience was compelled to move, just slightly, a jerk of the shoulders or a flick of her head. I am real, I am a person.

At last the audience was gone, and just the three of them remained. Grey undid the head straps and removed the gag from Patience's mouth. The cuffs were unbuckled, and with freed hands Patience was able fasten her gown. She readily accepted the water Grey offered, eager to wash away the taste of the rubber.

"You have done well." It was Cranshaw, while Patience was being released. He had wandered to the rows where the audience had been sitting. He was holding a pile of paper money. 

"What do you mean?"

"Your gratuity, a tip, un pourboire." he laughed at Patience's obvious confusion. "The audience: It is customary for the gentlemen to show their appreciation for the subject by leaving a monitory gratuity, a gift, for you. By my reckoning there is about fourteen pounds and ten shillings: a tidy sum!"

Patience was shocked this was three month's salary.

"I thought you were to pay me, you said five and thruppence."

"Yes that's right, I will. This is a bonus. They liked you. You did very well my dear. Not many girls could do what you did, and not go to pieces. I'd like you to do this again for me. Would you do it again: be my examination model?"

"I don't know sir. I didn't like that thing in my mouth or the... the other thing...that you used." She found she was blushing, despite everything that had happened today she was blushing.

"That's why they liked you. We showed the modern apparatus. We showed an attractive and cooperative young woman. Not some surly doxy from the workhouse. We can be a good team. What do you say?"

"Alright, yes. Yes. I will." Patience had no idea why she had just agreed. Every rational thought would have had her answer no. But there was something that compelled her. Partly it was the show, the exhibitionism, the naked exposure. But that was not all, she couldn't rationalise it exactly but she knew it had to do with yielding up control, at least for a limited time, and within her boundaries.



Patience Gets Hands On



Could Patience do this, could she touch another woman so intimately? Flora lay on the treatment couch before her, legs spread wide, her small breasts bared. Her sex exposed. All Patience had to do was to provide the massage as she had been instructed. She had been the recipient so many times, and that had felt good, but now she was to be the provider not the receiver. She summoned up all her courage.

Dipping her fingers into the silky massage oil, she began. With purposeful strokes she massaged the inside of Flora's thighs. Firmly pushing upwards then rotating her hands for the down stroke, allowing her finger tips to almost graze the margins of Flora's sex. She kept this rhythm going for several minutes until she felt Flora was relaxing under her hands.

Tentatively, Patience allowed her fingertips to reach a little further: the lightest of touches connecting with Flora's outer lips at the fold with her thighs. Patience watched Flora's face. She saw and heard the intake of breath as her fingers connected. Applying more oil, she worked her fingertips over the still closed outer lips. Flora remembered the doctor's direction about the importance of not rushing this stage, and she made sure that she did not. However, after a few more strokes Patience was aware of Flora shifting, stretching against the bindings that held her hands and feet. Maybe she was ready for more.

Patience also remembered the doctor's next instruction, about using her middle finger to feel for protruding inner lips. Placing her fingers carefully, she moved her hand upward, her middle finger tracing the raised edge of Flora's labia, her other fingers sliding across the outer folds. Flora's gasp was clearly audible this time. Her eyes were shut, her head swayed from side to side. By the third tracing stroke Patience could feel the flesh swelling under her fingers; by the sixth Flora's sex was opened, wide and moist.

Flora glanced at the doctor; he was watching her intently, but had said nothing. Now he nodded that she should proceed. He had called this the suffusive stage; she had remembered his words. She also remembered how good this had felt when he had done the same to her. She carefully stretched Flora's labia, finger and thumb easing out the engorged flesh, until they lay wide and flat. Patience moved her fore-fingers to massage in gentle circles.

Without being told, Patience knew it was time to move on. Flora's sex was wide and open, and where the two swollen labia met, Patience she could clearly see the hooded flesh that was to be her next landmark in this new territory. She placed her middle finger above the hood. Patience could feel the swollen mound that was Flora's engorged clitoris, so much bigger than she had imagined. Firmly she eased back the hood, and Flora let out a cry. Patience began small circling motions, and as she increased her pace, she could feel a tension building in her subject. Flora braced her arms against her bindings and arched her back off the couch. Her head was tilted backwards pushing back against the couch. Patience concentrated on maintaining her finger's circling motion, on and on. Flora seemed to be barely breathing; Patience even wondered if she should stop.

"Penetrate her. With your fingers. Like this." When Patience looked over, the doctor was holding up his hand, palm upward, two fingers extended and bent slightly, indicating what she should do. Patience hesitated for a moment then followed his direction. Her two fingers pushed easily into Flora's vagina. Flora gasped loudly again. Patience could feel Flora tightening her inner muscles squeezing her fingers. She felt the silk-smooth wetness as she pushed deep, withdrew a little, and pushed in again. Taking stock, Patience realised her thumb was perfectly positioned over Flora's clitoris, and she could easily resume its stimulation. Meanwhile, her fingers could explore the inner textures. The contours seemed to arch away from her fingertips, but at full stretch, she found a rougher surface. As Patience's fingers explored, Flora let out a scream that was instantly truncated as she became rigid; her face was locked in a grimace. There was no mistaking it, the paroxysm had been reached.

~~~ ***~~~

Patience sat at the desk in the consulting room regarding her new treatment book. Meanwhile, Flora, somewhat more composed now, sat on the edge of examination couch, still wearing nothing but the chemise she had worn for her treatment. The doctor had left them so that he could attend to other business in his study. He had been very complementary about Patience's technique, and had presented her with her own treatment book. She was to record details of all the procedures she undertook. Flora's treatment was to be the first. In fact Flora dictated what Patience was to write:

Date: Monday, 8th August 1910

Patient: Miss Flora Everett

Age: 26 years

Treatment: External Pelvic massage, with internal digital stimulation

Notes: Patient reported strong hysterical paroxysm, and feels it to have been very beneficial.

Patience was not sure if she should write the last bit, but Flora insisted. She allowed the ink to dry and closed the book.

Flora looked over at her. "You are very good you know, you will do fine."

"Do you think so? It just seems a bit strange, you know touching other women...down there "

"You'll soon get used to it; I felt the same the first few times. Just remember it's a medical treatment: we are helping them."

"Yes that's right - a treatment." She looked down at her book. She had done it, she had provided a treatment, and it had worked. She suddenly felt a flush of pride at the skill she learned.

"How did you come to be here doing this, were you a patient like me?"

"Sort of, I knew old Mrs Munton."

"I met her, she's the nurse?"

"Yes, well she's more of an old fashioned midwife really."

"Oh does she help women have their babies." While Patience's knowledge of human reproduction was somewhat sketchy, she had witnessed the need to summon midwives in the case of imminent child birth.

"In a manner of speaking...anyway, she helped me out with a little problem, and she put me up for this job. I was very grateful to her on both counts, me Mum and Dad had told me as they wouldn't have me in the house no more. They never liked Jack anyway".

Patience was not sure she followed all the detail of this conversation, but smiled anyway.

"Jack?"

"Oh he's my young man. We've been walking out for 5 years now."

"Are you engaged?"

"He says we are as good as engaged. That's why I ... anyway. We will get engaged when he gets made up to Lance Corporal. That's what he says. He's in the army: serving in India, but he's back soon."

Patience smiled again, still following little of what she had been told. "What was your little problem, you know, that Nurse Munton helped you with?"

For a second Flora met Patience's eye, and looked as if she was about to say something before changing her mind, and then glanced away.

"Goodness look at me, sitting here. " She glanced down at herself. Her chemise was still gaping open exposing her tiny breasts. "She gave me a potion for these, "Flora used the tips of her fingers to lift her breasts as she spoke. "meant to make them bigger, red-clover and something: never worked mind. Her other stuff -- rue and tansy - did the trick though. Jack says he likes them small, so that's all that matters really in it."

Patience tried to process what she had been told and struggled. A potion for her small breasts - she understood. Rue and tansy -- she did not. Jack's preference - had she let him see her naked? Patience was slightly shocked.

Flora recovered her clothes and began to dress. Meanwhile, Patience thought it best to change the subject.

"Emma seems like a nice girl. Has she worked here long?"

"Yes she's good girl at heart, bit of a temper on her. But then she's had a hard life; she was brought up in the workhouse. The Doctor took a shine to her; made her his legal ward until she's 21.

Patience looked surprised. "So she's more like his daughter than a servant."

"I wouldn't say daughter exactly. More like a slave sometimes. She has to do the cleaning and washing, and pretty much anything else he wants her to. Has to do what he says or she's on the streets."

"But he clothes and feeds her?"

"Well yes he does. But he uses her. Like she's his guinea pig. She's always being inspected, measured, and prodded, poor thing.

"My goodness. " Patience was genuinely shocked. "But how old is she, she can't be old enough. Does he ... take her to his bed?"

"She's 18, looks younger I grant you, but she was probably half starved in that workhouse. He doesn't make her sleep with him, nothing like that. But, he is the doctor: he's responsible for her wellbeing. He can give her whatever treatment he pleases: he insists she has a paroxysm every day! Has done since she came to him."

"Oh poor girl. Why does she let him? She could get another job."

"Not as his ward she can't. If she ran away she'd be on the streets! No, she has no choice. And he's handy enough with the stick when she steps out of line."

"He canes her?" Patience could not believe this of the good doctor. He was so gentle.

"Oh yes -- you'll see soon enough!"

~~~ *** ~~~

The rest of Patience's working week was taken up with shadowing Flora as she dealt with a succession of female patients. Some young, some old Patience was amazed at how many required this treatment, a treatment that, until recently, she had never even dreamed of.

She was also in awe of Flora's skill; she seemed to know exactly what would be required to bring a woman to her paroxysm. For example, one youngish girl was obviously very anxious about the procedure and clearly embarrassed at having to be naked. Flora had her lie face down. Then she carefully massaged her shoulders, her back, and finished with her bottom until she was completely relaxed. When Flora finally had her turn over, and attended to her sex, the paroxysm was almost instantaneous.

Finally it was Friday, and the last patient had been seen to. Flora and Patience were tidying the consulting room and making ready for the next week when they heard some commotion from elsewhere in the building. Both girls looked up. It was a woman's raised voice.

"Sounds like Emma having one of her strops." Said Flora. They could hear the doctor's voice too, not loud enough to make out the words. But there was definitely an argument going on, the two girls fell to listening, eyes fixed on the ceiling. Then they heard the sound of a door opening.

"Flora, Patience! Will you come here please?" The doctor's voice boomed down the stairwell."

"That's it; she's in for it now! " said Flora. The two of them made the way up the stairs to where the doctor was waiting on the landing outside his study door.

"Flora, you will assist please; Emma is to be punished. Patience you will observe." Al l three entered the room. Emma was dressed in only a thin cotton shift. She waited impassively, a look of hardened resignation on her face. Flora, it seemed, was well drilled in the procedure. She produced some leather wrist cuffs from a cupboard and approached Emma. Emma, simply turned to her and held up her wrists, allowing the restraints to be fastened around them. Similar cuffs where applied to each ankle. This done, Flora stood in front of the poor girl and pulled at the ties that formed the shoulder straps of her shift until they were loose. When Flora let go, the shift fell away, reaching down she pulled, she it down to the floor. Emma was completely naked.

Patience looked on open mouthed. It was hard to take in that this naked girl before her was about to be beaten. She looked on with a fascinated awe. All the other people had their allotted roles to play: Flora, assisting with preparation; the doctor now selecting a cane; Emma herself with her resigned acceptance. Only Patience was without a role in this tableau: simply the observer.

While corporal punishment was not uncommon in the society in which Patience had grown up, it was not something Patience had any direct experience of. Her own parents did not approve, and at school she had been diligent and well behaved. Nevertheless, she had been fascinated and intrigued by the stories of wayward class mates being summoned to the headmaster to be caned or slippered. And, if she admitted it, relishing the playground post-mortems where details were recounted and bruised hands displayed.

Patience studied Emma's naked form. She had not really had cause to look at her before. Emma's straight dark ponytailed hair hung between her shoulder blades. Seeing her clothed, Patience was aware she was slight of build, but in her nudity it was clear that she was extremely petite. With her back to Patience, she could have been taken for a boy: her angular hips lacking in soft flesh. But when Emma turned around Patience gasped; her breasts were simply magnificent! They were full and round, set high on her chest. In truth probably no bigger than her own, but on such a small girl they seemed incongruously large. Waxenly-smooth, perfect white hemispheres; the coral pink nipples acutely erect in the cool air. Patience found she was staring.

Emma's punishment happened quickly in a choreographed series of movements that clearly all the participants, barring Patience, knew well. Emma stepped up to the end of the examination couch, bringing her feet next to the solid legs of the couch. Flora bent down and deftly fastened the cuffs and then some leather straps around Emma's knees securing them to the same table legs. Flora lent forward stretching herself out across the couch until her face and upper chest pressed onto the dark leather; she extended her arms. Flora moved to the head of the couch and secured the Emma's wrist cuffs to the head of the table. Emma was thus secured, the straightness of her legs pushed her bottom upward with an arching of her back. The arching of her back, pushed the girl's breasts forward in such a way that the tips just touched the leather's surface.

There was to be no delay. The doctor stepped forward and brought the school cane down hard upon the poor girl's bottom.

Flora counted. "One," 10 seconds later the cane came down again. "two."

Patience saw the girl wince at the pain. Her sinews tightening on each stroke, and releasing before the next. But she did not cry out, there was a grim determination on her face. Patience again was drawn to the girl's breasts, fascinated by the way they bobbed forward as she was struck.

"Six." The doctor stopped, but it was clear this was to be merely a pause. Flora reached her hand down and gently brushed some stray hair from Emma's reddening face, a small act of tenderness interrupting the cruel process. Flora stepped back and the doctor started again. It was clear he meant business; it seemed he was trying to break her, and she for her part was not going to yield.

"Twelve." Finally, it was done. The procedure had taken no more than 3 minutes, but for Patience time had been standing still. She stared down at poor Emma; red weals crossed her buttocks, more were still developing. Her face was flushed, and she was breathing heavily.

"I'll be back shortly." Announced the doctor as he left the room.

Flora watched him leave, and after a few moments moved to the end of the couch. One by one she released the bindings behind Emma's knees, and unclipped the ankle cuffs. Though Emma's wrists were still bound, she was able to pull herself up to lie, face-down on the couch.

Patience was surprised at what Flora did next as she had supposed that that the punishment was now concluded. Flora reconnected Emma's ankle cuffs, this time to the end of the couch. Emma lay recovering, but still bound, her legs slightly apart.

It was Flora that broke the silence. She had located a jar of Jessops Soothing Lotion and began to apply a generous handful to Emma's reddened bottom.

"Is it sore?" An unnecessary question, but Emma grunted her acknowledgement. "What did you do?"

"I said I wouldn't demonstrate no more for him, you know, down the hospital when he does is lectures. I am fed up at being gawped at. I am sure half of them aren't even doctors."

She fell silent as Flora massaged the cream into her bottom, gently kneading and circling, first one buttock then the other. Flora was concentrating on her work, but after a few moments she gestured with her head towards Patience, indicating that she should come over. Patience positioned herself across the couch from Flora and wondered what was required. With another head gesture, she indicated towards Emma's bottom. As Flora finished each stoke, Emma was lifting her thighs to meet Flora's next stroke. Her breathing had become deep and shallow. After her week's experience, Patience was able to recognise the signs and she instantly understood what Flora needed her to do. She glanced down. Between Emma's parted legs she could see her sex. It was pink and engorged, the lips already open. Patience looked Flora questioningly in the eye; and Flora nodded. Patience knew what do. Carefully, she reached between the girl's legs so that that tips of her flattened hand pressed the girl's sex. It was so wet. Patience barely had to move her fingers, Emma was pushing against her. In a few moments Patience saw and felt the tell-tale signs as the girl succumbed.

Flora and Patience retreated and let he girl recover. A few minutes later the doctor returned. He took in the scene at a glance.

"Has she had..?". Flora nodded. "Very well you may release her." The doctor turned to Patience. "Might I have a word with you outside. "

She followed him out of the room and onto the landing. "You have done very well this week, I am very pleased. I was wondering if you might be interested in another opportunity. One a month I lecture at the hospital to fellow doctors about my work here. For my demonstrations I need a female model, to act out the role of a patient. You would be perfect. Of course,you would be very well rewarded."



Patience in Cape Verde



Stefan almost had me that warm afternoon in the summer pavilion of the Eisler country house in the Vienna Woods. We had played two sets of tennis, stripped down to our shorts in the unusual August heat on the mountainside above Vienna, and I knew by the way he looked at me that he wanted me. And, truth be told, I think I wanted him as well. I'd always had those urgings, but I had never given in to them.

Stefan had been an exchange student at my southern U.S. university in my sophomore year. We had struck up a friendship, and I had come back with him to Austria during a hiatus in my studies at the end of that school term. I wanted to be a writer, and I knew that the broadening experience of a European interlude would help me in that. Taking up Stefan's offer to stay with his family had been ideal. They were quite wealthy, they came from a titled family, and they traveled all over the region and had been good enough to take me with them.

Their son, Stefan, had been quite a hit at my somewhat provincial university. He was so sophisticated and so worldly, and it didn't hurt that he was achingly handsome. Solid Germanic stock. Blond and blue eyed, sturdy build and well-muscled. He was the star of our soccer team and had taken us to a conference championship for the first time in the school's history.

He perhaps was a little too urbane for the university community, though, and he had been invited not to return for our junior year. Our sleepy southern town was sexually repressed, and Stefan was sexual and sensual to the nth degree, and openly bisexual to boot. The rumor was that he'd fucked a good two-thirds of the soccer team, and that part of the reason for their success was that they were so besotted with Stefan to a man that they went into superhuman overdrive in their games so as not to let him down.

Stefan had propositioned me as well several times in that year, pursuing me relentlessly, trying to wear my resolve down, but I was too strong for him. I knew my inclinations were dangerously close to what he wanted, but I had come from the small southern town the university was located in and I planned to remain there to take over a business that had been in my family since before the Civil War. I couldn't afford to indulge what Stefan had to offer. I would marry a cheerleader coed from one of the other prominent families in town and live in a southern colonial mansion on a golf course at the edge of town and raise my allotted three and a half children and one dog and two cats.

Still, Stefan was not the type to give up, and I was fully on guard for there having been an ulterior motive for his invitation to me to summer with his family. I hadn't been totally cold to him. He had been raised on his family's Italian estate, and he was naturally expressive with his hands. I had let him become friendly with his hands—and I had thoroughly enjoyed his occasional attentions in that vein—but I had not come anywhere close to succumbing to his expressed desires for something more between us. He quite well knew what my limitations were and why I had set them.

After the tennis game, Stefan and I had dove into the pool, in our tennis shorts, to cool off, and I'd left him there, swimming vigorous laps and retired to the summer pavilion down near the small lake and dozed off on a chaise lounge.

I awoke with Stefan's full lips on mine. This was farther than I'd ever let him go before, and he had caught me completely by surprise, and I had in fact been dreaming of someone very like him, so I was slow to draw away—in fact, I was holding up my end of the kiss. He was leaning over me, droplets falling off his hard, heaving chest onto mine, and he'd run a hand under the waistband of my shorts and was fisting my cock.

"No, Stefan," I exclaimed. "Too far . . . I don't want . . ."

"Don't tell me you don't want it, Jackson," Stefan retorted in a low, guttural voice. "Your dick tells me that you want it." He began to stroke me, and my cock did, in fact, belie my interest. "Just let me jack you off. You're driving me crazy."

"Not what you want, Stefan. You can't have what you want. You don't want to just use your hand on me. You've been very clear in what you want. And I've been equally clear that it won't happen. That it can't happen. I've been . . ."

"Just a hand job," Stefan wheedled. "That's enough. No more than that."

His lips returned to mine, not wanting to hear me say no, and he continued to stroke me inside my shorts. I struggled against him, but not for long. I didn't answer him, but my body answered for me. It started to relax, and I emitted a little moan through his searching kiss. He pulled away from my lips and gave me a radiant smile of victory and moved his lips to one of my nipples as he unzipped my shorts and pulled my dick out.

I was panting and moaning as his lips moved down over my belly.

"No, no," I whimpered. "Just the hand . . . ohhhhhh." He'd swallowed my cock. And it felt so good. I'd stop him. In a minute or two.

But then I felt the pad of a finger at the rim of my channel, and that galvanized me into full defensive mode.

"No, Stefan. That's enough. That's way more than enough." I struggled out of his grip and launched myself from the chaise lounge. I stood there, trembling, as I zipped up my shorts.

"You want me; you know you do. I want to fuck you and you want that too," Stefan said in a hoarse voice belabored by heavy breathing.

"No, it's not going to happen, Stefan," I responded, making my voice as cold and as unemotional as possible. "I'll leave tomorrow, if necessary. But this isn't going any further."

"You are a tease," Stefan spat back. "You can't be as strong willed as you pretend. You wanted me just now; there's no question of that."

He had more to say, but I didn't hear it; I had turned and was moving up toward the house.

Neither of us mentioned the incident again—and nothing was said about my leaving early—but Stefan was cool and on the edge of being dismissive of me henceforth. I'm sure that I was the first person, male or female, who had ever turned him down. He continued to be friendly to me in front of his family, but there was an iciness in the air that even they could not miss. I decided I'd need to try to make some other arrangements for my European sojourn at the earliest possibility. Stefan wouldn't be returning to my university, so it could end here. And with luck, the yearning that I had for what he was offering would die here forever as well.

Less than a week later, Stefan told me that he'd been invited to attend a night of the Wagnerian opera festival down in the Volksopera in Vienna and asked me if I'd like to accompany him.

I jumped at the chance, tickets to the Volksopera being very hard to come by.

The patron who had extended the offer to Stefan turned out to be an international financier by the name of Klaus Gehler, who had a very good permanent box at the theater.

Gehler, a distinguished-looking Austrian not much short of sixty in age, was an excellent conversationalist. He also was an extraordinarily handsome and well-kept man of military bearing and close-cropped steel-gray hair.

During the first interval of the opera, he turned to me and fixed mesmerizing pale-blue eyes on me and floored me in a rich, smooth baritone voice, "Our friend Stefan here says that you are looking for a broader experience of Europe, Mr. Taylor. Perhaps I have a proposition for you."

I was looking for a change? I hadn't said anything directly to Stefan about that at all; nor had he broached the subject with me. I felt the anger rising inside me, but I held it in. I obviously was in the presence of a highly unusual man. He exuded power and strength—and elegance and refinement. I felt I was way out of my league here. But if Stefan wanted to brush me off, I certainly wouldn't give him the satisfaction of stepping on my tongue in the presence of Gehler.

"Yes, I was looking into some travel options," I said. "I came to Europe for the summer break to gather experiences for my writing exercises. The Eislers have graciously shown me many of the major cities, but I would like to get a deeper feel for the countryside while I'm here."

"A writer?" Gehler said. "Yes, I do believe Stefan told me that as well. That would fit perfectly. I write too, but something entirely more dull, I'm afraid. In my business I have to keep up a constant and voluminous correspondence. And my secretary, Frans, has had to go off on a family medical emergency. So, I am bereft and just about to leave for my retreat. It would work out marvelously if you could take on the role of my temporary secretary. Just for a month or six weeks. I would promise not to overtax you—to let you gain considerable experience and have time to write up your own notes. How would that sound to you, Mr. Taylor?"

* * * *

I would perhaps not have been quite so enthusiastic at accepting Klaus Gehler's invitation for a temporary appointment if I had known that his retreat was on a remote island of the Cape Verde chain, off the coast of east Africa and well within the tropical zone. I already felt isolation creeping around me as we motored from Gehler's larger yacht in a launch to the small island of Brava, which was only accessible by launches.

It was just the two of us, Gehler and me, in the launch other than the silent Spaniard who had seemed to have been in charge of the crew of the larger yacht. He was dark to the point of swarthy, with jet-black curly hair in profusion on his chest, arms, and legs in addition to his head. He was perhaps something around thirty and what I would call sinewy. Not hulking, but tall and so muscle hard that the veins popped out on the surface of his arms and torso because they had no fat to travel through. He had large, strong, long-fingered hands. He was brown as a berry and moved in the rigging of the yacht with the grace and dexterity of a monkey. He must have been a brawler, because he had perpetual bruises and stripe marks on his torso and arms and legs. The other crew members seemed anxious to stay clear of him, although there was no question that they jumped when he said to jump.

My feeling of gathering isolation wasn't helped as we neared the coastline of the small island and I saw Gehler's red-tile-roofed native stone villa hovering over the top of a cliff. There seemed to be only a narrow pathway through lush semitropical foliage rising and cutting back here and there from the pier to the top of the cliff. Gehler had told me that he came here whenever he felt the need to be entirely cut off from the world, and the immediate impression I got of the locale supported this completely. There was no other sign of habitation as I scanned the island upon our approach.

"Leave the luggage, Jack," Gehler said when the launch had been lashed to the pier and we'd scrambled up on the dock. "Estaban will bring it up."

I felt that the vines, large-leafed plants, and trees were grabbing at me as we mounted the pathway, which I found strange, as the Cape Verdes were, I thought, semiarid. I remarked as much to Gehler.

"Ah, we have Miguel and his now-deceased father to thank for that. Miguel is my gardener. I originally had my retreat in Bermuda until it got entirely too crowded, and when I moved down to here, I brought Miguel and his father with me. They are Portuguese. The gardeners of Bermuda are Portuguese, you know. We also brought the Bermudan techniques for gathering runoff water, and Miguel and his father created this paradise of vegetation similar to what I enjoyed on Bermuda. Don't you find it intoxicating?"

I just murmured a response that could be taken either way, because my immediate reaction was that it was stifling and a bit intimidating, but upon further thought, I guessed that intoxicating was just as good a term for it.

We brushed by Miguel near the first terrace. He was fighting with a stand of bamboo that threatened to obstruct the view of the ocean from that terrace. He was stripped to the waist of quite skimpy shorts. He couldn't have been more than twenty-five, which came as a shock to me. To have helped established plantings of this maturity in an unforgiving environment, he must have come here to work when he was a child. He was dark skinned, although not as dark as Estaban was, probably mostly from the constant exposure to the sun, and he was rather small in stature, but heavy with muscle in keeping with the hard work he had to do, which must have redoubled since his father had died. I wondered if he was the only gardener now. The estate obviously was large. Of course the landscaping, apparently on purpose, was wild and unruly on the ocean side of the house. But I could see around the side of the house toward the landward side, where there was a more park like setting short of what appeared to be high stone walls surrounding the grounds on all sides except for the seaside cliff front. The walls didn't help me with my feeling of confinement.

The villa was in a rectangle, the longer side toward the sea, and it was built around an interior courtyard, complete with stone flooring and a pond with a fountain and the ever-present overflow of big-leafed plants and exotic-colored flowers. Hibiscus, bougainvillea, lipstick plant, hydrangeas, and banana trees predominated. The lounge area took up the ground floor of the side facing the sea, with Gehler's study and a small office he assigned to me above. The opposite wing, opening out onto the more formal, lawned park area had an open loggia with arched doorways on the ground floor and two bedrooms, each with bath, above. A hallway stretched across this section facing the inner courtyard, and a balcony ran the full length of this wing on both sides. The short wing to the west had a kitchen and storerooms on the ground floor, with a large dining room above with a bank of arched windows cut in the stone walls on each side. At the west corner, where the lounge was located on the seaward wing and the kitchen on the west wing, was located a breakfast room and staircase on the first floor, and a servant's room on the second. There were staircases and servants rooms in the other three corner sections as well. There were two more bedrooms with connecting bath on the second floor of the east wing. I was not shown what was on the ground floor of that wing. The sturdy wooden door to that was shut tight and had a padlock on it, and all of the windows were heavily shuttered.

What appeared to be the only house servant, a small, yet nicely formed African with black curly hair and features that showed some mix with European stock, barefoot and wearing only an orange-red sarong skirt tucked at his waist, had met us at one of the French doors from the upper terrace into the lounge and had followed Gehler and me around as Klaus acclimated me to the house. Klaus told me the houseboy's name was Jolo, and he just lowered his eyes in supplication, without sound, when I was introduced to him. He appeared to be hardly more than a boy, although Klaus told me that he had had him for several years. In the kitchen, we found a hulking German of coarse features and heavy musculature, perhaps in his forties, who Gehler introduced as Gerhardt, the cook and general housekeeper. Gerhardt leered at me in a manner that made me quite uncomfortable, and I was pleased when we moved on, climbing the stairs to the principle bedroom wing facing the landward side park area.

Gehler said that I would have the second bedroom in this wing, right next to his. Both bedrooms had two pair of double French doors giving access to the common balcony on the landward side of the villa. Gehler told me that it would be wise to leave the French doors open at night to catch whatever breeze could be captured at this time of year. He said the thick stone walls helped keep the villa relatively cool, but that, of course, there was no such thing as central air conditioning on the remote Brava island.

Remote indeed. I felt the remoteness. And all there was in the way of servants to take care of this estate were the cook, the gardener, and Estaban, as the general handyman when Gehler was in residence. I was particularly struck that there was no evidence of any women in residence. It struck me then that Gehler's secretary was male—and even his temporary secretary—me—was a man.

Gehler left me to think my increasingly disturbing thoughts and to watch Jolo unpack my suitcases and occasionally give me a shy, appraising look. He really was a well-formed young man, although it still was difficult to think of him as a man.

The first evening went uneventfully. Estaban and Jolo served us in the dining room, with me at one end of a table capable of seating eighteen and Gehler at the other end. Gehler was in good form with his conversation, making every effort to put me at my ease and to give me a brief history of Cape Verde and of this small island of Brava. After dinner, we sat in the lounge and had coffee and cognac, and Gehler puffed on a cigar, and then he gave me a couple of hours of dictation of business letters that indicated that his business interest were far, wide, and highly lucrative—and involved some of the major leaders of European countries.

Then, declaring he was tired from the sea crossing to the Cape Verdes from where we had taken ship, at Marseilles, Gehler said that he was going to retire. There didn't seem to be any question that I was retiring too. Gehler had that sort of ingrained power and authority. He spoke and all of those around him served.

I didn't resent his presumption, because I was probably more exhausted than he was. He still looked fresh and vigorous. He exuded power and vitality and, I had to admit, a sensuality that I found alluring despite myself. He was an uncommonly handsome man, and extraordinarily fine of figure, especially for his stated age.

I showered, padded out of the bathroom, a towel tucked around my waist, opened the French doors as I was advised to do, and, dropping the towel at the side of the bed, sank onto the silk-sheet covered kingside bed, under mosquito netting, and fell into a deep sleep.

I don't know how long I'd been semiconscious and aware of the sounds wafting in through the French doors, but when I was fully conscious, I realized I was listening to the sound of full-throttle sexual taking from somewhere beyond the French doors. I was shocked to find that I had my hard cock in my fist and that I had come. I rose quickly, in embarrassment, closed both of the French doors and went to the bathroom and cleaned myself off and collapsed back in the bed, my sleep for the rest of the night fretful and filled with feelings of concern and guilt. For hours I devised ways of saying that I must leave the island immediately, but dawn arrived with no inkling of how I could politely do that without revealing what I had heard.

The next morning Gehler was chipper and moved energetically around his study, dictating to me and being more effusive and jovial than I had seen him in the short time we had traveled together from Vienna to the Cape Verdes. He was wearing a T-shirt and shorts, and I was impressed at how well defined his musculature was and how well he V'd down to a thin waist at his age. Even at leisure, he wore his clothes elegantly, like a model for an expensive men's store. I had no doubt that his clothes had come from such a store.

He made no mention of whatever had happened during the night—if I heard it from my open French doors, surely he did as well, as he was in the room adjacent to mine. And I made no mention of it as well.

The next two days went uneventfully, with him somehow getting me to talk about myself and my hopes and ambitions without him revealing much about himself at all. But he was a brilliant man, well conversant with the politics and economics of the world, obviously earning his position in the world of finance honestly. And all the while there was the sense about him of a commanding general, holding the lives of all of his soldiers in his hands. Certainly that was how the three servants responded to him.




Patience is a Virtue



I came out of the office and leaned over the railing upstairs, calling down to my boyfriend sitting in the living room, "Babe, are you coming to bed?"

"Yeah, in a little bit. I'm just working on something. I want you to be ready by 11:30. Take off your clothes and put on your collar", he called back.

I felt a little thrill move through me, as I went back into the office to say goodbye to the people that I was talking to online before moving quickly into the bedroom. Opening the "toy-box", I removed the thick, black leather collar. I touched it reverently, remembering the first moment it encircled my throat. Shaking my head a little, remembering the task at hand. Preparing things for him, looking at the clock...11:28...I made sure the blankets on the bed were pushed aside before removing my clothing and putting on my collar.  Laying down in the middle of our large wrought iron bed, I waited. My mind began to wander to all the things that may happen tonight, remembering the ropes, restraints and other implements of pain that lay in the non-descript wooden box not 2 feet from our bed.

What seemed like hours later I look at the clock, only 10 minutes had passed. I furrowed my brow slightly, he did say 11:30 and it was not 11:38...what was he doing? I bit my lip and decided that I would wait a couple more minutes before calling down to him again. I was not the most patient person in the world and knowing that my Master was just downstairs hopefully plotting some nasty things to do to me. I smiled a little, settled back on the pillows and waited again.

11:59, the red led display screamed at me. I lost it, I told you I had to patience. I removed my collar and threw it to the other side of the bed. Curling up under the blankets, I turned my back on the door and closed my eyes planning on just going to sleep. 12:20 he pushed open the door to the bedroom,

"Hey little one, you aren't ready...."

I rolled over and glared at him, my mouth opened before I thought about what I was doing,

"Are you fucking kidding me? I was ready at 11:30 like you told me to....where the fuck were you?

He just stared at me, his voice was completely calm,

"Watch your mouth, kitten. I said that you were to be ready at 11:30, I didn't say that is what time I would be up here."

"Fuck you!" I spat at him, rolling back over. I was absolutely seething inside. I can't believe him, making me wait like this. Without warning, he was on the bed grabbing my arms and flipped me onto my back. 

"I told you to watch your mouth", he said quietly as he pinned my arms above my head. I couldn't turn my face to look away from him. At that moment, I bucked my hips in an attempt to get him off me. Kicking my legs and pulling one of my arms free I began to push on his chest.

"GET OFF OF ME!" I said through clenched teeth, all the time fighting him. He jammed his knee between my legs and went into me full force. I screamed causing him to slam his hand over my mouth cutting of my air for a moment. 

"You were told to watch your mouth twice and you didn't. What do you think we should do about this?" he said quietly into my ear. I struggled to speak against his hand, he tightened his grip. He continued to fuck me, hard and unrelenting. 

"Cum for me, slut" he whispered, I tried not to but my body has been trained to obey him...it rebelled and I was wracked with a massive orgasm. I muttered against his hand, begging him to stop. He slowed down, letting me recover a moment. He made the mistake of loosening his grip. I took the opportunity and began to move out from underneath him. He was quicker then I was, flipping me onto my stomach. Holding me down, his arm pressing into my back,

"What is your problem? Why are you being such a bitch?" he asked in a low voice. I wriggled underneath him, not allowing him to get back to where he wanted to be. "Is that how you want to do it Fuck-toy? You want to be a bitch, you are going to get fucked like a bitch..." I heard him rummaging around on the bed, . Out of no where there was a whistling sound followed by a loud crack. I jumped and tried to move away, but the pressure of hand on my back holding me down and the burning sensation growing across my ass as he brought down my collar again and again. Before I had a chance to recover, he was in me again. He fucked me brutally, holding me down the entire time. Every time I've moved he shifted me into a more uncomfortable position, biting me hard on my back. I tried to scream from the pain, his pushed my face into the pillow to muffle it. His body rubbed against my raw ass, causing it to become more irritated and it started to throb. 

"God, you are such a slut...you like getting fucked like this don't you, you little bitch?" he whispered through clenched teeth, "Cum for me, you whore." I lost control once more, and that sent him over the edge as well. He rammed into me, cumming deep inside me. After a moment, he pulled out leaving me lying there. Before getting of the bed, he gave my reddened ass a hard slap. He left the room to clean himself off, when he returned he was back to his old self. Pulling the blankets up over me and cuddled me close. Wiping away my tears, he kissed me softly on the cheek.

"Good night, little one..."



Patience is a Virtue



The evening is fun but tension-filled. Your invitation for dinner and a movie at your apartment was not surprising -- it has been a familiar gambit between us for the last couple of months. I was surprised, however, when I arrived to discover you already had a visitor; a friend from "out-of-town." You lightly hold his arm even while you kiss my cheek hello. We chat inconsequentially until dinner arrives, which I eat without tasting. You are subtle, but we've shared too much for me not to feel an undercurrent of sensuality in the way you move, in the glint in your eye. You have something planned. 

I sit in the arm chair closest to the TV while you and your friend lounge on the couch slightly behind me. The flickering light of the screen sends shadows chasing across the darkened room while I pay no heed to Japan's latest cinematic effort. I am worried that is only my hyperactive imagination creating that certain "energy" in the room, and it takes every bit of restraint I can muster to not turn around to see if my suspicions are justified. 

The movie ends, the credits roll, and the screen goes dark. I should yawn and stretch loudly. Someone should ask me if I liked the movie. I should start my good-nights. But no one says a word. In the sudden silence the whoosh of a passing car on the street outside is startlingly loud, and I realize that I have been straining to tune out the movie for the last hour. I have put everything I can into listening for any small sounds from behind me; a rustle of clothing or the creak of weight being shifted on the sofa -- whispers, murmurs, sighs, anything. My world shrinks to my sense of hearing as I tune everything else out.

There! That's the sound I've been waiting for! It's almost inaudible -- the small whisper of fabric moving followed by a small, sharp intake of breath. Without moving, I make myself smaller, minimizing my presence in the room in case I am right. In the darkness I sharpen my focus on the couch, creating a mental picture without turning around. 

During the movie you must have moved closer to your friend. You are now lying on the couch, leaning back against him, your head on his chest and your legs pulled up under you . One of his arms is stroking your hair gently while the other... I strain my ears even further. Oh God, yes ... that is unmistakably the sound of one of your blouse buttons being undone! I quiet my breathing over a suddenly thudding heart.

New sounds come to me over the ever present sounds of the city outside: the breaking of a soft kiss, maybe? Another small gasp? A slight shifting of someone's position? I am painfully aware of how swollen I've become as the aural clues I hear suggest your head tilted up, his lips, mouth and tongue playing over yours, his hand sliding inside your blouse to caress or fondle your breasts, or maybe just to crush them cruelly. My own hands burn with the remembered weight of your breasts; the hardness of your nipples as you beg me to be rough with them. I can taste your laughing kisses on my own lips.

I am frozen in place now -- the night is now endless and eternal; a timeless bubble of stolen sounds and imagination, teasing and arousing me. I don't know how long I am lost like this, perhaps a minute, perhaps a lifetime. But out of the darkness an unmistakable noise pulls me back to the now. My heart stops. Faint though it is, I distinctly hear the halting purr of a zipper being undone. What was arousal before become pale in comparison to the feelings that surge through my body now. There is less subtlety now -- someone shifts and there is the a low murmured exchange. I cannot make out the words but the passion is clear. I hear you whisper, then sigh. I don't need to hear the next gentle, damp sounds to know that his hand is now in your jeans; in your panties, and your legs are open to him. I have a flash of irrational jealousy -- I don't know what color panties you are wearing and now he does. It's silly and it passes quickly as the whisper of fabric becomes rhythmic, and your breathing grows heavier. Now it is clear when his kisses cover your mouth and when they cover your face and neck. I hear you whimper, once; a hungry, plaintive sound of desire.

I burn. My face is flushed and hot, and my cock strains at the fabric of my trousers. Silently I slide out of the chair and move into a dark hallway. I feel blindly for the entrance to the bathroom and slip inside without turning on the light, closing the door behind me. I turn on the cold water in the sink, and sit down on the edge of the tub, resting my head on the cool of the counter top until the trembling stops. In my imagination I see his fingers sliding through the swollen wetness of your lips, teasing them apart, sliding around and over your clit, over the opening of your pussy, sliding inside of your warmth. I feel the heat of your arousal trickling over his fingers as your body responds to our touch. I feel your arms around my neck pulling me into a savage kiss as he explores you; feel my cock respond to your arousal.

I find myself at the door of the bathroom, ever so gently turning the handle and opening it with the greatest of care. Noiselessly I glide into the hall, pulling the door mostly closed behind me. I haven't turned off the faucet; and I should feel ashamed at this cheap subterfuge, but I don't. Instead, I am breathlessly exhilarated as I let my eyes adjust to the dim light trickling into the living room.

He is kneeling in front of you as you lean back on the couch. A crumpled stain on the floor is all I can imagine of your jeans in the darkness. Your legs are draped over his shoulders and your feet, still wearing your signature ankle socks, rest on the edge of the coffee table, where your lace panties lie discarded next to your forgotten wine glass. With an internal smile I note that they're white. Your head is tilted back, your eyes closed, and as your blouse is completely unbuttoned, I can just see the creamy whiteness of a breast pouring out over one cup of your bra. His head moves gently as he tastes you, his hands under your ass. I imagine his fingers, already well-lubricated with your pleasure, sliding into the tabooed opening they find there. Your fingers alternately rake his shoulders, or push him down more firmly on you. He apparently knows your body well, and soon you are shaking and sobbing his name out loud, over and over. When you come I see the flash of your teeth as you bite your lower lip and arch your hips into his mouth once; twice, three times, then collapse back onto the couch panting.

As he stands, his back still to me, I hear you both speaking softly. His trousers slide to the ground and he steps out of them. You don't resist as he gently, but insistently, turns you over so you are kneeling on the seat of the sofa, your arms resting on its back. I know the second that he enters you from the sudden lines of tension in his back and in his buttocks. From the tilt of his head I know he is watching in the dim light as he slips his hardness inside your swollen pussy lips. I can see your sex in my own head; your dampness glistening on your cunt in the faint light; sparkling in the trim patch of hair you allow to remain. I can feel the head of my engorged cock parting your lips, every fiber of my being hungry to bury myself inside of you. I am only barely aware that I have pulled my erection out of my trousers and am touching myself.

I can smell the sex in the room; the instantly recognizable sweet-salty tang of arousal. His hands hold your hips as he thrusts in and out of you. He leans over you and whispers something harshly; you laugh. Your breasts sway under the firm, almost rough impact of his hips on your ass. I am captivated by their motion; by the rhythm of your bodies; by the sensuousness of it all. 

I understand when he suddenly stops, pulling out of you and tugging you down onto the floor. I slow the rhythm of my hand as you lay back on the floor, spreading your legs enticingly. He kneels, and you both shudder when he swiftly reenters you. His need is palpably more urgent now, and I stroke myself faster as he slams his hardness deep into your willing body. I can't take my eyes off your hands as they clasp his back; pull his hips tighter into yours; run through his hair as you pull his mouth down onto yours; or cup a breast to feed a hard nipple to his questing tongue. Your hands are the most beautiful things I've ever seen as they wordlessly beg him to give in to his passion; to spend himself in you. 

I am no longer aware of my own body when your lover shudders and calls out; arching over you, his hips pinning you to the floor. At that moment I honestly don't know whose semen is shooting inside of you, filling you; his or mine. I feel your hot breath on his ear as your tongue flickers and your teeth nip gently. Your hands clutch his ass to you, keeping him from pulling out until the last drop of my cum has jetted inside of you. The moment hangs in the air, stretched out in the intensest passion, until he collapses forward onto your body; into your arms and gentle kisses. Shaking, and myself once again, I retreat back into the bathroom.

The water is cool on my face. After an eternity I close the tap and dry off. I wait for another lifetime before I open the door and emerge tentatively into the hallway. You haven't moved from where you lie on the living room floor, although you are now covered in a blanket. Your lover is gone. Your eyes open languidly and when they fall on me standing there, you reach out a hand. I kneel beside you and you close my mouth with a single finger over my lips, which is quickly replaced by your own soft, warm lips. Your tongue gives me no chance to say anything at all as your hands make quick work of my clothes. I hear only the softest sigh of "yes," as your hand closes around my cock and guides me between your legs as I mount you. 

I suffer a sweet rush of deja vu as I glide inside of your soaking wet pussy. Every image of the last hour is etched in my memory as you lift your hips to meet me. Your eyes twinkle in the near dark, locked onto mine as we move together with increasing need. The eroticism of what you want; what we both want, is staggering. I have no self-control and you don't want me to exercise any -- it's all about your fantasy tonight. It has been all night, every step of the way, and now it is my turn to help fulfill it. I can't imagine anything sexier and even before the thought is fully complete I feel the dam of my control give way the flood of my orgasm . Your words are tender as you implore me to surrender myself, to become part of you in a deeper way than we have ever shared before; in a way you have never shared yourself with anyone before. The sexy, liquid sound of my cock moving inside of you becomes a delicious counterpoint to your delectable cries of delight. You hold me through the throes of my pleasure, and bring me back down again with your soft caresses and gentle kisses. 

We lie tangled up together, wordless, for a long while, each lost in our own thoughts about the magic of the evening. Almost without thought I fondle and kiss your breasts, and lick the cooling sweat off your neck. I wonder if you have fallen asleep until I feel you smile and lever myself onto one arm to look down onto you. 

"Thank you," you whisper with a smile. "You're patient to a fault, you know."

"Au contraire, it was entirely my pleasure," I respond.

"Not even vaguely," you demur, stretching prettily, then arching an eyebrow at me in mock innocence. "But since you mention pleasure..."

I feel your hand slip up my body from between your legs and with a rush of heat I understand that your fantasy hasn't quite run its course. You run two slick, salty-sweet tangy fingers over my lips sensuously, then slide them into my mouth..

"...there is just one thing I've been waiting for patiently." With a kiss, you push my head gently down to where your legs are open for me. I slip my hands under your cheeks and lift you slightly as my tongue traces its way to your wetness. It seems tonight will be a long night of firsts for the both of us...



Patience is a Virtue



Makayla came home a little sore from sitting hunched over her workstation. Her large brown eyes were tired from staring at the computer screen, and she rubbed the dryness back into them. Her latest project, a logo for a coffee house had to be revised... again. But that was something to take care of tomorrow. Right now all she wanted was a stiff drink and a call from her boyfriend. Makayla scuffled across the floor of her well kept apartment, mechanically dropping her purse in the dining room chair and her coat across the back of the sofa. She opened the refrigerator and peered inside. She brushed an unruly lock of dark hair out of her eyes before locking in on a bowl of pasta salad.

It was cold and bland, but it was food she didn't have to cook. Makayla turned on the television simply for the noise. She didn't know what channel she was on, nor did she even pay attention to the flashing images. After she finished her bowl, she dropped it in the sink and then went down the short hall to her small bedroom. The room held little more than her four post bed, her dresser, a reading chair, and her bedside chest. Long, floor to ceiling curtains blocked the drafts from the windows. She undid her ponytail and shook her hair loose before noticing the single red rose on her bed.

A red ribbon formed a bow around the flower, and a long end draped over the bed. Makayla traced the line with her fingers and found a small velvet box. She held it in her hand: it wasn't a necklace or jewelry box, the shape was wrong. It didn't worry her that this mysterious package was in her apartment; she knew who it was from. Makalya pulled the bow loose and flipped open the box. It contained two things: a folded letter and an opaque black silk scarf.

The note read in a strong, masculine script:

Makayla, Rest your eyes tonight.  -A

She looked at the note and then let the dark silk glide over her hand as she took it from the box. Makayla read the note again this time aloud.

"What does he mean...?" she asked.

A low, soft whisper purred in her ear. She recognized his voice immediately and her heart skipped. It was her lover, Andrew: "I mean..." He wrapped his arms about her shoulders and took the scarf from her hands. He gently wrapped the dark fabric over Makayla's eyes as he spoke. "...rest your eyes."

Andrew secured the scarf with a firm bow before letting his hands glide down Makayla's neck and shoulders. Her mouth fell slightly open and a coo escaped her as she felt his hands slide around her and began to unbutton her blouse. He slide her shirt open and wrapped his rough hands around her tender breasts. He savored the feel of her lacy bra and the firmness of her flesh in his hands for a moment. Andrew leaned down and kissed Makayla behind her ear. She gasped once more and let out a breathless mew. Her hands drifted back and glided up and down his naked sides.

"Oh, Andrew..." she cooed as her body heat rose.

"Shhh," was all she heard in response.

Makayla curled her lower lip in and gnawed on it as she felt the delight of her boyfriend's hands on her breasts. She felt his hot breath on her neck and nuzzled into his broad chest. She was completely blind, but lost in the sounds and the feel of her surroundings. Andrew pulled his hands away, leaving her body aching for more, but she felt her blouse slide from her shoulders and heard it drop to the floor. Andrew looped his hands around Makayla's waist and undid the fastenings of her slacks before sliding them down her legs. She curled her fingers into the waistband of her lacy panties only to have her hands squeezed to a stop.

"Be still. Be patient."

All Makayla wanted was to rip off the blindfold and tear off her clothes, but she fought back the urge as Andrew guided her out of her slacks. His hands dragged along her smooth, bare legs as he stood, exciting her skin. She felt his fingertips play along her waist and hook her panties. His lips pressed against the small of her back and the bristles of his goatee delightfully brushed on her increasingly sensitive skin. Meanwhile, he pulled her panties down her thighs. 

Makayla let out a long slow sigh.

Andrew guided her to the bed and laid her across the sheets. He caressed her chin, her jaw, and ran his thumb along her collarbone. She arched her back, hoping he'd fondle her breasts once more, but instead she felt the softness of the rose petals to her lips. The light, sweet fragrance filled her nostrils, and she felt the rose trace along her body: down her throat, brushing down her cleavage, and then circling her nipples. She arched her back even more as her already erect nipples became even harder. A low moan escaped her lips as Andrew continued to caress her with the bud of the flower. Makayla rose up on her arms as she felt the flower glide along her thighs. Her body felt like it was on fire, and her sex grew more and more moist with each passing second. Andrew kissed her lips and laid her back across the bed.

"Oh my God," she purred in his ear, "I need to feel you inside me!"

"Patience, Makayla."

Andrew kissed her again. Then he kissed each of her nipples before kissing her navel. Makayla threw her legs wide open as he kissed her mons and then the insides of her thighs. A spark shot through her body as Andrew pressed his lips to her labia and began to tongue her seeping opening. Her hands brushed back his hair and played with her breast as he lapped against her sex. A soul wrenching moan escaped her lips as Andrew deftly caressed each sensitive zone of her sex with his lips and tongue. She rolled her hips to his rhythm, writhing in sheer bliss. Synapses popped in her brain like firecrackers until she could barely hang on. She demanded his sex, then she yearned, and soon she begged for him to enter her.

"Oh God," she pleaded. "Please, Andrew! Oh God I want you!"

Andrew smiled and rolled her to her belly. He lifted her hips and slid his engorged manhood against her sopping wetness. She mewed like a cat in heat for him and then sucked in her breath. He entered her. Her sex accepted him readily and soon he rolled his hips against her. Makayla grasped handfuls of the bed sheets and pleaded with him to take her. Hard. Fast.

He readily accepted.

His hips crashed hard against her rear, filling her ears with the sounds of their mutual grunts and the powerful wet sounds of sex. She was at a boiling point and as he raked his hands down her spine, she exploded. Her body hardened as she lost herself in the throws of a powerful orgasm. Her sex gripped his member tightly, before Makayla went limp.

Andrew held her fast and resumed using her. Makayla gasped and steadied herself, enjoying this second, even more furious round of sex. He grunted hard, building up to his own release, and soon, just before she became raw, he erupted in her. Another wave of orgasm wracked Makayla's body and she dropped her head to the bed, utterly spent.

Andrew panted as he laid down next to her and wrapped his arms around her body. They molded their bodies together, and fell fast asleep.

Makayla slept happily: her body pressed to Andrew, her sex flowed with their mixed orgasms, and her eyes rested under the black silk scarf. 



Patience Is a Virtue



Disclaimer: I do not own Street Fighter, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

The characters in this story are the intellectual property of someone else. No revenue was generated from the posting of this story. In other words, it's just for fun.

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Ryu's kick barely grazed the top of her head. Sakura Kasugano had seen him follow up a missed Dragon punch with a kick to the face countless times. Since she was a little girl, she'd been watching Ryu compete. After training on her own for years, Ryu finally agreed to take her Sakura on as a student shortly after her nineteenth birthday. The last four years had been the best of her life. She got to spend everyday doing what she loved with her idol.

Ryu proved to be a wonderful master to her. Sakura taught herself to fight by spending countless hours a day mimicking Ryu's fighting style. Her technique was sloppy, but effective. So instead of completely breaking her down, he built on her unique style. Sakura was very proud of the improvements she'd made and the notoriety that her flamboyant twist on the Shotokan style was getting in the world of martial arts.

The only thing she didn't like was her relationship with Ryu. Sure, he was kind and respectful, and that was exactly what she hated. All this time, living under the same roof, sharing a bathroom, staying up all night talking, and he never made a move on her. She'd always thought Ryu was handsome, hell, that's why she began watching him fight. But after actually getting to know him, she'd fallen in love with him.

Sakura's contemplation was broken when she saw Ryu beginning his fireball motion. She leapt in the air with a whirlwind kick, but it was a fake. As Sakura spun through the air right into Ryu's hands. Ryu caught her leg and pinned her to the ground. "Your lack of patience is your weakest attribute," he said with a smile.

"I know," said Sakura, "I'll get it."

"Come on I'll make you some dinner," said Ryu as he helped her up.

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After they finished their meal, Ryu told her that he had a gift for her. He went into his bedroom and brought out a gift box.

"The next World Warrior's Tournament is coming up," Ryu explained, "and I'd like you to wear this when you compete."

"When I compete?!!" Sakura was ecstatic. She hadn't been in the WWT since Ryu began training her. In her first appearance in the tournament, she didn't have the best of showings. In the first round, she was able to beat Karin Kanzuki, one of the few entrants who was around her age. However, she was badly beaten in the second round by Balrog. Sakura's fearlessness actually worked to her disadvantage. The much larger Balrog, a former undisputed heavyweight champion in boxing, knocked her out in just eight seconds. The WW crowd, which is infamous for it's verbal abuse toward fighters who don't give them their money's worth, was was shockingly quiet following her loss. They even applauded when she was able to leave the ring under her own power. Balrog's reputation was well known: he'd killed his last opponent in defense of his WBO title. After his quick win over Sakura, Balrog was quoted as saying, "I ain't interested in whipping on kids. I pulled that hook - just a tap, knowhatimsayin'? I got grown-ass muthafuckas to bury." Ryu knew that it wasn't safe for such a novice fighter to enter such a competitive contest. Now, however, Sakura's skill matched her natural talent. Now, she wasn't just brave, but prepared. He knew she couldn't win, but she was definitely ready to compete.

Sakura opened the box and inside was a white headband embroidered with the word "cherry blossom" in Japanese.

She sat looking at it for a while in amazement. Then, not knowing what to say, she dived over the table and gave Ryu a big hug. Sakura began wearing a white headband to be more like her idol in high school. She'd never told Ryu, but he knew. "You're great fighter and a wonderful person, it's been an honor to teach you."

"This is the most wonderful day of my life," Sakura replied. Her eyes watered as she spoke. "I'm going to make you proud."

Ryu had more on his mind, however. "Now that you have mastered the advanced techniques of Shotokan karate, I feel that you are ready to hear of the great tragedy."

"Your master's death?" asked Sakura.

"Yes. Master Gouken trained myself, Retsu, Ken, and Dan."

"You and Dan trained at the same dojo?" Sakura was shocked.

"Yes, but Dan was dismissed for his interest in the Killing Techniques," Ryu continued, "Master Gouken knew the danger of these techniques first hand. His younger brother, Gouki, used them on their master, Goutsetsu shortly after learning them. My master refused to use the techniques after Goutsetsu's murder. He died for his convictions. When Gouki challenged him, he was unable to defend himself against his brother's demonic power."

"I don't understand. Why haven't you killed him yet?" asked Sakura. "You can't let him get away with that!"

"There is an appropriate time for everything," Ryu replied.

"Oh please," Sakura was getting exasperated, "You've won the last eight World Warrior Tournaments! Hey, why hasn't he ever entered the tournament."

"He has," Ryu explained, "he won the tournament about fifteen years ago under the name Akuma." 

"Akuma killed your master?!!" exclaimed Sakura. "He lives ten miles from here! Let's go," Sakura said stood, "we can be there before nightfall if we leave now."

"Sit down," Ryu ordered, "you're not going anywhere near Demon Mountain. He's killed Retsu and countless others. Proud young fighters who think they can turn themselves into instant legends by defeating Akuma. When I prove myself to him, he will come for me."

"What the hell is wrong with you?!.." Sakura began, before being cut off.

"You have no idea what you're dealing with," Ryu explained. "You're just going to have to trust me. We've made a pact with him. You see, there were only four worthy Shotokan masters at the time of Master Gouken's death: Gouki, Retsu, Ken, and myself. When Retsu was ready, Akuma challenged him in a fight to the death. Either Ken or I will be next. When we are ready."

Sakura was getting increasingly impatient by the second. "It sounds like to me he's made a hit-list and you two are just sitting back and waiting. I don't get this. I just don't get it." 

"I know," said Ryu, sympathetic to her point of view. "You have much to learn about our ways. That is the reason you are here. Anyone can learn to fight. Your destiny, Sakura, is much greater."

"I want to understand, I really do," she replied.

"I know you do. Rest up, we have much work to do in the morning." With that, Ryu retired to his bedroom.

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At about midnight, Sakura snuck out of the dojo and started toward Demon Mountain. "He's not killing Ryu's master and getting away with it. Not while I'm still breathing."

Chapter 2

Sakura felt exhilarated after her early morning hike. She approached Demon Mountain eagerly searching for Akuma. After a long search, she happened upon a cave. Standing at it's mouth was the legendary Akuma himself. It was almost as though he was waiting for her. "Leave, or die," Akuma ordered.

"The only person here who's dying is you," asserted Sakura.

"Well, young one, you must perish." With that, Akuma stomped the ground and got into his fighting stance. The ground shook under Sakura's feet.

"He's strong," Sakura thought, "but so am I!"

She unwrapped the new headband Ryu had given her from around her belt and tied it around her head. This was the perfect arena. Fifty yards of prairie surrounded them with nothing but the moon to light their way. "You won't live to see sunrise, Gouki." Sakura started to charge Akuma, but remembered past lessons. She stayed back and waited. 

After a few moments, Akuma charged up his chi and launched a fireball at Sakura. He could throw fireballs much more quickly than Ryu could, which surprised Sakura. Regardless, she managed to sidestep it and hit Akuma with a hard right hand. As she attempted to follow with a left, Akuma grabbed her arm and threw her over his shoulder. Using her incredible agility, Sakura managed to flip out of Akuma's throw. She landed on her feet and immediately sprang forward with a whirlwind kick. In less than a second, she had kicked him three kicked times. 

Sakura tried to keep her onslaught up by throwing a fireball. She'd made her first mistake. Akuma quickly launched a much stronger fireball at her. It tore right through Sakura's fireball and hit her in the sternum. Sakura was sent flying at least fifteen feet. She picked herself up as waves of pain shot through her chest. She started to throw a fireball, so Akuma countered with a whirlwind kick of his own. "Ha, now I've got you," Sakura thought to herself as electricity crackled around the whirling Akuma.

"Shoryuken!!" With a yell that echoed through the valley, Sakura's body became engulfed in a force field as she sprinted toward her opponent. As she reached Akuma, she rose into the air and landed her specialized version of the dragon punch with razor sharp precision. Sakura's fist hit Akuma in the groin, abdomen, chest, and face before sending him high into the air. As Sakura's body turned, Akuma, was already re-orienting himself. Akuma fired three fireballs right into Sakura's spine, sending her crashing into the ground. He then changed direction in midair, intent on stomping Sakura's head into the dirt below. She managed to roll behind him, but before she could capitalize, Akuma kicked her in the side of the head. She attempted to get to her feet, but Akuma kicked her in the stomach. His punt sent her rolling across the grassland. When her momentum stopped, she rolled over on her stomach and vomited.

Once more, Sakura managed to struggle to all-fours. She could see Akuma's feet right next to her and attempted to hit him, but the pain was to great. Her back and stomach had taken a tremendous beating. She couldn't even lift her arms above her head. Akuma grasped a handfull of her hair and dragged her to her knees, "You are not worthy serve at my feet, let alone challenge me. I breathe death."

Sakura struggled to speak, "You killed Ryu's master... I couldn't... Gouki..."

Akuma was insulted by her use of his birth name. She had proven herself a novice in his eyes. Akuma growled, "You do not address me by name!!" He then gripped both sides of her face with both hands and stared into her eyes. He waited to see the fear. To taste the despair of a young fighter who had greatly overestimated herself. 

Instead, Sakura looked him in the eye and calmly stated, "You've won, I accept death at your hands."

Akuma was enraged. He had accurately assessed her as a fighter, but underestimated her as a warrior. "You're Ryu's student," Akuma said, "and therefore, you must suffer."

With that, Akuma dropped her in the grass at his feet. Then, Akuma's gi fell to the ground in front of her.

"This asshole is going to try to rape me!" Sakura thought as she tried to scramble away through the grass.

Akuma's eyes turned bright red as he let the few shreds of humanity he had slip away. He teleported to her and ripped her gi and underwear from her athletic frame. This assault sparked a renewed vigor in Sakura, and she weakly kicked Akuma in his face repeatedly. But no matter how hard she tried to free herself, he just shrugged her off.

Sakura found herself saying "no" to herself repeatedly as she struggled against him. Akuma grabbed her shoulders and forced her onto her back. She found herself pinned to the ground, with her feet on Akuma's broad chest. She was now screaming "NO" into moonlit wilderness as Akuma's dick inched closer and closer to her pussy. With all her might she pushed him away with her feet, but Akuma was literally possessed. As the head of his cock penetrated her well-trimmed sex, she remembered having not felt that since high school. Sakura bit her lip, strained, and pushed. All the while, Akuma kept sliding inside her.

Once Akuma had fully penetrated her, he began robotically thrusting. Sakura looked up at him to find him staring off into space. He just fucked away as she clawed at his arms, chest, and face, failing to draw blood. She continued to try to push him off with her feet for a few more seconds, then he came. She watched Akuma pull out of her and shove his cock between her thighs. Thick semen spiralled onto her breasts and stomach. Little pools of cum formed in between her well defined abs. With one last hard thrust, a stream of cum arched over her face. Just a drop or two landing on her forehead.

Sakura frantically wiped at the sticky fluid on her torso, but was quickly dragged to her knees by her face. Akuma held her head in place with one hand, and pinched her nostrils closed with the other. As soon as she parted her lips to take a breath, Akuma forced his cock into her mouth. She bit and gnawed on his dick, but it was pointless. Akuma just mercilessly face fucked her with all his might. His rock hard abdomen banged against her nose. His balls slapped her chin. Finally, he pushed his cock to the back of her throat and came. Semen bathed the back of her throat without warning, causing her to choke. His massive load began spilling out of her nose as he let her go. 

Sakura was face down in the grass again, coughing. Before she could regain her bearings, Akuma was penetrating her from behind. He grabbed her arms and pulled them up behind her, thrust four or five times, and sprayed his demonic seed all over her back. 

"Arrghk!" Sakura gurgled as she was yanked backward. She clutched her neck as pain shot through her. She was now looking up at the moonlit sky that she enjoyed on her hike toward her doom. Sakura began reaching for anything to support her weight. She held up her lower body on her toes; but her upper body was being completely supported by her neck.

Sakura groaned as she tried to straighten herself and grabbed onto Akuma's hips. Lightning struck in the distance behind them. An obscene silhouette formed as Akuma pushed his cock into her mouth. Her eyes opened wide as she gurgled around his seemingly expanding dick. He watched as her throat bulged as he forced himself into her esophagus. Sakura wretched and convulsed. With demonic delight, Akuma watched every muscled in her lith body contract. Her powerful thighs thrust her hips back and forth. Sakura's abs flexed repeatedly. Her long, lean triceps contracted as she tried to force him away. The young warrior's futile attempts to escape excited him. Akuma fucked her face again. His balls slapped her nose. She took short breaths as his cock withdrew from her throat for mere moments at a time. It seemed like hours, but it was actually only seconds before he came. Jets of cum filled her Sakura's stomach. It was brief, however, for she quickly vomitted for the second time.

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As always, Ryu awoke at 4:30 in the morning.

"Sakura, let's get some breakfast before our morning session," Ryu called as he walked past her room. But she wasn't there. "Oh no!" Ryu sprinted out the door toward Demon Mountain.

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Akuma had Sakura on her back once again. "Please, no. I... no," Sakura whimpered as Akuma roughly penetrated her ass. He picked her up and held her up by her ass cheeks. Sakura's battered, cum-stained body left to dangle in the air since she didn't have the strength to hold herself up. Her grunts were timed with his thrusts. Her ass burned as Akuma brutally raped her. She crashed to the ground as ropes of jizz splashed across her body. 

"Just kill me," Sakura pleaded with Akuma. Cum was now running from his cock non-stop like a faucet. Akuma then mounted her torso and grabbed her wrists. He took the back of her hands in each of his, and laced his fingers through hers. Akuma used her palms to push her round little tits togther. Using his thumbs to align his dick inbetween her breasts, he began thrusting. Using his own cum for lubrication, Akuma mechanically slid his cock in and out of Sakura's cleavage. Sakura squirmed in pain as Akuma fucked her firm tits as hard as he could. His balls were stimulated as they slid up and down Sakura's sternum. His dick pulsed and he came again; his cum splashing against her chin and coating her neck and chest.

The more Akuma fucked her, the more he lost himself in his own madness. He turned Sakura over such that she was now face down. He then bent her backward such that her body was shaped like a "C". Her mouth opened wide as her spine numbed from the unnatural contortion. Akuma entered her pussy and fucked her as hard as he could manage from this squating position. Her chin dug into the turf. Her arms spasmed each time her spine contracted. "I'm being fucked to death..." Sakura thought as Akuma bended her further and further while he pounded her pussy.

Just when she thought she couldn't take anymore, without pulling out, Akuma jerked upward and knelt down, leaving Sakura on her back. She was momentarily relieved that she didn't break in half. Gradually, Akuma was coming back to his senses. He slowed his thrusting and looked at cum-stained woman beneath him. The red glow in his eyes subsided. Defeated, but not broken, Sakura mangaged to whimper, "You'll pay for this, demon." 

"And who will collect said payment?" Akuma asked. "You? Your pathetic master? You live only because I let you." Akuma pulled out of her pussy and entered her ass once more. He began gripping and kneeding her tits. He then grabbed her left thigh and pushed it forward. Akuma then took hold of Sakura's foot and began untying her shoe. After all he had done to her, Sakura was surprised at her disgust with the sight of the monster licking her toes. She turned her head and shut her eyes tight while Akuma enjoyed her body. Akuma slipped his right index finger in her mouth as he pounded her asshole and sucked her toes. He pumped in and out of her, gradually increasing speed. Akuma could feel himself about to come in her tight asshole. 

Akuma stopped thrusting, leaned toward Sakura's ear, and whispered, "I think it's time you experience how low on the food chain you really are." He pulled out of her asshole and grabbed her jaw. "No... I won't let you!" Sakura thought as Akuma attempted to pry her jaws open. She began to cry as she could feel her teeth parting. Once she started crying she couldn't stop. The taste was worse than anything she'd ever imagined. But the worst part was Akuma's laugh. He tilted her head upward so she could watch him satisfy his lust with her own mouth. The head of his filthy cockhead slid from her front teeth to her gullett and back again. She watched in horror as his smile turned into a grimace and she knew he was going to climax again. There was something different this time. Sakura began sobbing harder as the reality of her violation set in. Akuma slid his cock from in between her lips and jerked himself frantically in her face. Sakura shut her eyes tight as a thick glob of semen hit her eyelid. Another shot of jizz landed on her cheek. He wiped the rest of his semen on her lips and stood up.

Akuma looked down at Sakura, finding the sight of her ravaged body beneath him captivating. Completely dominated, her long, lean muscles glazed with dried semen. As he stood there, studying her, he decided his masterpiece was not complete. Akuma took hold of his flaccid penis and stood over Sakura. With no fight left in her, the fallen warrior managed just a whimper as Akuma's urine splashed across her face. 

Akuma picked Sakura up by her face one last time. He briefly listened to her labored breathing before surmising that she may not be aware of what's going on anymore. So, he decided to tell her one last thing before she passed out, "You will not survive our next encounter." Feeling as though he may not have made his point, Akuma decided to put an exclaimation point on his statement. In one motion, he pushed Sakura's face down and brought his right knee up under her chin. As his knee crashed into her jaw, lightning crackled struck all around them. The crack of the blow sent concussive waves through her skull, knocking her unconscious. Akuma casually dropped her broken body in the grass. Satisfied, Akuma picked up his gi, and walked back into his cave.




Patience Is a Virtue



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Ryu was running as fast as he could. He'd run over ten miles non-stop in an attempt to save his young protege. Akuma's cave was in sight up ahead. Then, he saw his student, still laying in the grass. "Goukiiiiiiii!!!" could be heard across the countryside as Ryu sprinted to Sakura's side.



Patience is a Virtue...



Rook let the tip of his forked tongue slip past his long full lips as Patience sashayed past him. The slit of his pupil flexed, thinned and constricted as his Ophidian senses partook of her nectar like scent. His loins churned as he dipped his chin low, golden eyes fixed, unwavering, on his desire. His deep golden, Samurai styled, hair hid his features and his intent as he came through the side door into the den, where she was setting candles out.

As he moved silently through the den he considered his target, she was the mate of the Vampire Kryus, who was a pornographer. He had a whole crew of actors and photographers that would come over every weekend to film. This crew was also Kryus' cache of blood dolls and now that Patience was also a Vampire she also used them to sustain her. Typically she was a very dominant woman, she used her erotic bite to control any man she acquired, and she had a select few she kept for her own pleasure. She was a nymphomaniac prior to being turned, now she had a near insatiable lust and a body that screamed "use me".

Rook's own chosen mate was an elf and though her scent, flavor, and body were perfect, her mind stimulated him to no end, her petite frame simply could not satisfy his sexual desire. Rook smiled to himself as his body shifted and Patience became small to him as his lower torso lengthened and coiled behind him. He was near invisible to her while she was occupied, Vampires couldn't smell, hear or even bite Ophids. Their blood is toxic to the magical creatures and Ophids were much stronger then female Vampires.

Patience turned to leave the candles, her eyes saw only the light elongated torso of Rook as she went to step back the tip of his tail coiled around her ankle.

"Rook... what are you..." her words cut off as his long serpentine body jerked her off her feet, spun her in his coils and brought her to his embrace.

Patience writhed her body trapped in the solid coil of Rook's Ophidian half. His lips claimed hers roughly as his hands stroked down her back. One hand ending its decent by grabbing her lightly corded ass and pulling her pelvis against his, then he forced it between her legs to spread them. His other hand pressed tightly between her shoulder blades, keeping her firm breasts crushed his solid chest. This trapped her head and lips, full and sweet, pressed to his own.

Her hands trying in vain to push him away, her body still wrapped in the near fifteen feet of massive serpent flesh, could only writhe as he slithered over and around her, igniting every nerve in her lightly tanned flesh. Her eyes rolled, lashes flattened against her cheeks. He could feel her body give in to him as she began to relax in his strong grip. Patience wrapped her long legs around Rook's waist, grinding her pussy against the smooth corded muscle of his pelvic area. She threw her head back gasping for air as she cried out in frustration.

"Why can't I find your cock?!" Her hands flew from his chest to her own, squeezing her breasts as she laid her body back, now nearly parallel with the floor, she began to buck rubbing her now dripping pussy lips against where his groin should be.

Rook watched her face even thrusting his fist in the mess of curls that now sway freely in the air. As he jerked her head up so he could watch her face he let loose his own hidden surprise. Under the protective muscle had lurked his own raging desire and he was ready to release it upon her wanton body. He thrust into her with both of his rather large members filling her tight suckling pussy as well as her quivering ass at the same time.

Patience's eyes shot wide and her body began to buck and wave uncontrollably as she let loose an ear piercing scream. She began attempting to throw herself back as she was being invaded by the two suddenly appearing cocks tag teamed her body in rapid succession in an attempt to drive her mad with pleasure.

Rook grinned as she struggled in his coils. He moved his hands to her hips and lifted, suspending her pelvis mid-air. He held her there in a perfect position to allow him the ability to thrust his dual shafts in and out of her. His coils continuously moved under her body, supporting her weight and setting off additional erogenous zones. Her body jerked with every massive thrust delivered from him. With such massive strikes against her pussy came additional choked screams. She was helpless, full and couldn't stop cumming all over those invading members.

This none-the-less did not stop him from using his coils more. He coiled his body about her waist and squeezed lightly, pressing at the area just above her pubic mound, causing her to release a fountain like orgasm.

Pure joy rang in his ears as he uncorked her, the suction on his throbbing members was divine. He flipped her swiftly, making her scream again as he slapped both her tight ass cheeks with a resounding crack. His fist then gripped those cheeks and spread her wide, allowing him access to her once again tightly puckered asshole. He thrust harshly into her anal passage once again, effectively pushing her over the edge, sending Patience into another wave of orgasmic bliss.

Rook let his head drop back as he continued to thrust in and out of her quaking body. As both of his members swelled Patience arched her back up to be able to grab her breasts tightly while still screaming near uncontrollably. Her pussy began to flex and flare now full of maddening electricity which only served to be inflamed even more by the pulsating cock in her anal passage. She once again coated his clock, her final orgasm so powerful that her juices ran the entire length of his coil and down to pool on the floor.

When he began to come his coils slammed her against him and held her there. His long body held her still as he began to fill her quivery body with his shockingly cold cum.

She gasped as if filled with ice, her screams became inaudible, gasping as she attempted to open her eyes with no luck. Her world spun, shifting from level to sideways. She felt his strong lips claim hers as the world faded away on waves of pure sensation.

Rook used his coils to slowly lower the limp woman to the sofa. Her body was glistening with sweat and cum. He smiled and went back to Soma, satisfied. He wrapped his arms about her, pulling her close, to spoon and fell asleep.

Mmm, three hours should be enough time to let Soma rest before he showed her what he had finished doing to Patience.



Patience Is a Virtue



I remind everyone that I write cuckold stories. If they offend you I strongly suggest that you find something else to read. 

I'm quite certain that this story will offend the btb boys and the hate mongers. That alone was a sufficient reason to write it.

This is a quirky story, not particularly erotic; but hopefully thought provoking.



Patience is a Virtue

At first it had been only my fantasy; a wife led marriage, my complete submission to Janice, her total domination of me.

Janice was reluctant. I tried to explain the advantages of the lifestyle to her. She was naturally dominant, she admitted that. The idea of being in control clearly interested her.

I offered to take responsibility for all of the household chores while Janice pursued her career. She was an entry level executive for a women's clothing manufacturer. I was an accountant. My working hours were shorter and more flexible than hers. The idea actually made sense. Janice finally agreed.

In bed Janice enjoyed receiving pleasure, I enjoyed giving it. She rarely sucked my cock. I spent hours licking both her pussy and her ass. I had a small penis and a tendency to cum quickly, so for us intercourse was frustrating. I bought a large dildo for Janice. She loved it. After that sex for us involved my licking Janice's pussy and ass while I fucked her with the dildo. Once she'd had several orgasms Janice would give me a quick hand job and then we'd go to sleep.

I didn't object. I wanted to be Janice's submissive husband. I wanted to serve her.

Despite the disparity in our marital roles, Janice couldn't accept a formal acknowledgement of her dominance and my subservience. Husbands shouldn't be submissive. It wasn't natural.

I decided to bide my time. My wife was an intelligent woman. I believed that eventually she would realize the obvious benefits of fully embracing the lifestyle I was advocating.

I read about cuckolding on the Internet. It appealed to my submissive masochistic inclinations. In bed, while I was fucking Janice with her dildo I started referring to it as her lover. It drove her wild. We gave it a name. We called it Jerome. Janice loved fucking Jerome.

One night in bed I suggested that maybe we should try to find a real Jerome for Janice. She was appalled. She accused me of not loving her. She made me sleep on the couch in the finished room in the basement.

After a week Janice decided to forgive me. I moved back upstairs and we had fabulous makeup sex. I ate Janice's pussy and ass and then I made passionate love to her with the dildo. While I was fucking her with it, Janice cried out, "Oh Jerome, I've missed you so much."

We made love again the next night. After licking Janice's pussy and ass I asked her if she'd like to play with Jerome. She told me that she couldn't wait to feel his big cock inside her. After that Jerome was once again the focus of our lovemaking.

Several months passed. One night, after I'd given Janice several orgasms with Jerome, she asked; "Markie, remember the night you suggested that I could maybe play with a real Jerome?"

I answered, "Yes, I do and if I remember correctly, you got very angry about that."

"Yes, I know I did; but you surprised me. You caught me off guard. I'd kind of like to talk about it again."

"Okay, go ahead." I'd learned that with Janice it was better if I let her take the lead in serious discussions.

"Would you really be willing to let me play with another man?"

"Janice, the last time we had this discussion I had to spend a week sleeping in the basement."

"I know. I'm sorry about that. I overreacted."

"Are you're telling me you won't overreact again?"

"I promise."

"Do you think you'd you like to play with another man?"

"Not if it would make you angry."

Two weeks later, we were in a hotel cocktail lounge in a city four hundred miles east of our home. Janice was sitting at a table with a handsome young salesman from Buffalo, New York named Brad. I was three tables away watching them flirt with each other. Twenty minutes later Janice and Brad were on their way up to his room. That was in early March.

Two weeks later we did it again.

The following week we went to a bar in our own city. Janice brought her playmate back to our house. He fucked her in our bed while I waited in the basement. After he left I slept in the wet spot and the next day I washed the sheets.

By the first of May Janice and I were going out every Thursday night. I would sit in the bar and watch while she picked up her new man. They'd dance for a little while and then Janice would bring him home. I'd sneak into the house and watch television in the basement while they played upstairs in our bedroom. 

During this time, Janet and I still made love at least twice a week. While her dildo, Jerome was the only one who actually got to fuck Janice; she did always give me a nice handjob before we went to sleep. I also got to lick Janice's pussy and ass and that was what I really wanted.

In mid-July Janice informed me that I was no longer welcome to accompany her on her man hunting forays. She claimed that I crimped her style in the bar. I obediently stayed at home.

Janice met Steve in August. He was a handsome and apparently successful attorney. At thirty-one, he was two years older than Janice and me.

They liked each other. Three days after their evening together Steve called Janice and asked her out again. I was concerned. Janice told me not to worry. 

That Friday night Steve took Janice out to dinner. After dinner she brought him back to our house. He stayed for the entire night. I slept on the couch in the basement.

Saturday he was back again. The next week Janice and Steve spent three evenings together; one of them at his apartment.

The following Friday Janice told Steve about me and we were introduced. At first he was pleasant towards me, but gradually his pleasantness turned into indifference and then his indifference became disdain.

Two weeks after I met Steve Janice informed me that we could no longer have sex of any kind. Steve wasn't interested in sharing her. I wasn't happy, but I decided to be patient. Over time, new toys often lose their luster.

Steve started spending more and more time at our house. I was instructed to stay in the basement while he was present. Distressed, I considered divorce and sought legal counsel. I decided bide my time. Janice had once been a good mate. I wasn't ready to give her up easily.

Steve moved his clothes into the master bedroom closet. Mine were relegated to the basement. I again considered divorce, but I refrained. My lawyer was certain that my position would be stronger if Janice had to initiate the action.

A month later she did exactly that. The divorce papers were served to me at my office. I refused to move out of our house.

Janice tried to get a restraining order. My lawyer argued that even though I might have had cause, I'd neither threatened Janice nor tried to interfere with her relationship with Steve. The restraining order was denied. Much to Janice and Steve's displeasure I was allowed to continue living in our house.

A week later Steve and Janice moved into an apartment. They weren't happy.

The terms of the divorce were easily negotiated. Janice and I earned roughly equivalent salaries, we'd brought equal assets into the marriage and we were both amenable to splitting the assists we'd acquired during the marriage. I loved Janice, but if she didn't want me, that was her prerogative. Revenge, financial or otherwise wasn't necessary.

During the next five months Janice called me at least once a week. She claimed that she wanted to maintain a friendship. I suspected that Steve didn't know about these telephone calls. I was polite, but terse.

The day of our divorce hearing arrived. Janice, Steve and their attorney sat on one side of the court room. My attorney and I sat on the other.

Janice attempted to make eye contact with me. I ignored her. After all, she was divorcing me. Out of the corner of my eye I did notice that she and Steve didn't appear to be quite as enamored with each other as they had in the past.

The divorce was finalized. It was a fifty-fifty split of all of our assets. I left content with the resolution, but unhappy that I'd lost the woman I loved. 

On the way out of the courtroom I noticed that Janice and Steve weren't walking hand in hand, in fact they weren't even walking next to each other.

A week later I was working at my desk when Patricia, my secretary, walked into my office. "Mark, your ex-wife is here. She wants to see you. What should I do?"

Smiling, I said; "Let's find out what she wants. Send her in."

Patricia left. A minute later Janice walked into my office.

We stared at each other. After a moment I said; "Hello Janice, what can I do for you?"

"Markie..."

I held up my hand. "When you stopped loving me you relinquished the right to call me Markie. My name is Mark."

Janice closed her eyes and sighed. After a moment she reopened them and said; "I'm sorry, I understand. Mark is your name; but I never stopped loving you."

"Really? What about when you relegated me to the basement during the time your lover was visiting you? How about when you made me move my clothes into the basement so your lover could have my half of our closet? What about when you divorced me so you could marry your lover?"

Janice stared at me for a moment and then she said; "I'm not going to marry Steve and I'm sorry, I fucked up. I fucked up really bad."

Slowly nodding, I said; "Okay."

"You're not going to make this easy for me, are you?"

"You didn't make it easy for me." I loved Janice, but she'd hurt me. I wasn't ready to be nice.

"No, I didn't. I was an ass."

"Is that admission supposed to make everything right?"

Janice whispered, "No, of course not."

Feeling more merciful than I should have, I said; "What happened with Steve?"

"Markie, I mean Mark; it was so strange. The more we were together the more we disliked each other. Steve turned out to be controlling, domineering and insanely jealous. He was convinced that I was going to cheat on him."

"You cheated on me."

"No I didn't. I had your permission to date Steve."

"Actually you only had my permission to go out with Steve the first time. After that you were setting your own rules and you certainly never had my permission to fall in love with him."

"Why didn't you object? Why didn't you fight for me?"

"I did object. You refused to listen to me and if I'd tried to fight for you, would it have helped?"

Sighing, Janice said, "No, it wouldn't have helped. Steve was a fantasy. As it turned out, that's all he was; but I had to discover that for myself."

Those words made me think that Janice might actually deserve the risk of a second chance. Still I was guarded. She'd hurt me. I waited.

"Markie, I mean Mark; I'm sorry, it's hard to stop calling you Markie."

I nodded, but I didn't say anything.

Janice said; "Mark, I miss you so much. Do we have a chance, any chance at all? That's all I'm asking for is a chance. I know I hurt you. Please give me an opportunity to rectify that. Every day I'll work to make it up to you. I promise that I'll never hurt you again."

"Why don't we just start with dinner Friday evening?"

"Really? That would be wonderful."

"Janice, you need to understand that if we do get back together there are going to be rules."

Excited, Janice said; "Of course, I understand." But then she paused. After a moment she asked, "What kind of rules?"

"First of all, any time you want to date a guy more than two times you're going to have to get my approval."

Janice smiled. "I can live with that."



Patience is Rewarded



It's a lazy Sunday afternoon. We're just sitting around, half-watching tv, and you've been throwing hints at me all day. Acting coy for a change, I've resisted, simply blushing at you and giggling as your innuendos bounce off my chest. You know I'm taking a pathetic stab at revenge, you having resisted me completely the night before, just to piss me off. You didn't even let me suck your cock!

Unlike you, though, you and I both know that I'll eventually give it up...that is...if your patience holds. Otherwise you'll just take it. You don't need my permission, because I'm yours. 

Your slave.

Your slut.

Your whore.

Your bitch.

You wag your cock at me through your shorts. I can see it's already growing quite hard. I smirk at you, then stand up, walking away as I bounce my ass in your direction. You're hardly perturbed...yet.

I lay on the bed, reading a book. You walk in out of the shower, only a towel covering your body. I smile at you, glancing in your eyes...then at your cock...eyes...cock. I turn away, resuming my novel. A CD plays as you begin dressing behind me. I hear you zip up your jeans, and turn to face you just as you pull on a t-shirt. You pick up a belt, and I giggle at you, pulling down my pink tank top, showing you the silky purple bra with black lace underneath, so tight it barely conceals my nipples. You crack your belt with a smile.

I turn on my stomach, feigning to resume my reading, pushing my ass up in the air. Under my tiny shorts, you can almost glimpse my black lace thong. I groan as though I'm simply trying to get comfortable, bouncing my ass a bit as I wiggle up to a pillow. I glance over my shoulder to confirm that you've been watching my little show with a smirk on your face. Just as I thought. You climb on to the bed, your belt still in your hand, and slide your hands up my thighs. I shudder at the feel of cold metal against my leg. I'm dying to kiss you, to touch you, but I'm cautious to take any control in the belt's presence.

You grab me by my shorts, pulling my body into yours, and pulling the fabric far enough down to reveal two straps of black lace connecting before they travel the length of my ass cheeks. You pull up on the thong, more gently than I had expected, rubbing it against my clit and asshole. Leaning into your chest, I moan against your throat, then kiss you there, grazing my teeth along your collarbone. You run your hand from my hip, up my side and shoulder, and slide your fingers over my neck while I continue to suck on yours and rub my ass into your jeans. Your hand slowly tightens around my throat, pressing my chin up so that I gaze directly in your eyes. 

My instinct is to push you onto your back, straddle you, and make out with you furiously, but just then I feel leather run up my back. I groan into your ear, wrapping my arms around your neck, pulling your lips to mine. Your hand tightens around my neck as you slide your tongue into my mouth. I suck on your bottom lip, moaning as you pull on my thong again. "Marc...mmm."

Suddenly, you push me off of you and onto my hands and knees, spreading my thighs to your liking. You rub my ass through my shorts, and deciding that you have no desire to reposition me after a stripping, simply rip the fabric off my body. "Master! That's like the third pair--"

CRACK!

"Uhhh...oh, fuck." From the very first hit I could tell you meant business. For a second I wondered how long it had been since you'd last used leather on me, but another sharp slap left me with few thoughts other than how else you would destroy my body tonight. I shake my ass at you, my milky skin already growing a deep red, and groan, "Master...I want more." You laugh at me, running a finger up the crack of my ass, pulling my thong against my clit, before giving me a slap with your hand. I moan even louder at the sound and feel of true skin-to-skin contact.

You strike out on the same cheek with the belt, and this time I scream. By now my hips are involuntarily bucking into the leather...and into your hands, which are roaming all over my thighs, tits, and ass. "Marc...my Master...."

"What, slave?!" CRACK!

"I love when you spank me!"

"I know you do, you little whore." CRACK!

"Uhhh, fuck...but...I want your cock in my mouth. Please, sir...I miss seeing it--"

CRACK!

"--and touching it--"

CRACK!

"--and licking it!"

You laugh at me, realizing how quickly you have broken me down. Already begging for your cock...fairly pathetic.

"Alright, lil slut, I'll let you swallow my cock." You slide your body under mine, as my lips make desperate contact with any part of your body they can until your jeans are at my mouth. I pull at them with my teeth, running my nails over your chest.

"Hands at your side, bitch!"

With a groan of disappointment, I obey, having had enough of the belt for one night. You stroke my hair while I run my mouth over your cock through your jeans, trying to wrap my lips around it. "You may pull my pants off, my lovely little slave."

I smile at you, kissing your stomach as I reveal your boxers, your cock threatening to pop out of them at any moment. I groan, wiggling my ass, and reach to pull off your boxers as well. You smack my hand away--hard, and I pout. I quickly get over it, though, as you buck your hips up at me, and I lean my head down and begin to suck on your cock through your boxers, allowing my spit to soak through the fabric as I rub my nose, cheeks, and lips against your hard-on. I pout up at you, scratching your stomach just above your boxers. "Please, Master. Let me take these off."

"Why?"

"Because I want to suck your cock! I want you down my throat...please," I groan, rubbing my bra-clad tits against your now fully-hard dick.

"Alright, you insatiable little ho. Get on with it."

I squeal and quickly pull your boxers around your hips and off your legs. I run my nails up your thighs, followed by my lips, kissing and sucking your skin before I take one long lick from your balls to the tip of your cock. I slowly...so slowly...twist my hand down your length, then just as slowly swallow every inch until my lips meet my hand, swirling my tongue and coating your cock thoroughly as my lips slide tightly down. I moan around your cock as your finger plays at my asshole, pushing my ass into your hand.

Keeping my hand at the base, pressing down on your balls lightly, I begin to slide my mouth up and down, sucking hard, locking my lips around your skin as I leak spit all over your cock and balls. I swivel my mouth around your hard flesh as you suddenly slide a finger over my wet clit. I gasp sharply around your cock just as your fingers curl around my hair and suggest a new rhythm for my sucking. I gladly oblige, your cock slamming down my throat as I groan and gag a bit, my hands rubbing over your balls, wet from my spit, and any part of your cock that comes into view as you pull my head up and down by my hair.

Struggling to breath while also moaning around your cock, I push my cunt toward your free hand and practically scream in happiness when you quickly shove two fingers inside me. I begin humping your hand as I work even harder to slam your cock in and out of my throat, as you begin to pant and sweat, thrusting your hips up at my mouth.

You let me breathe for a moment or two, and then you pull me up your body by my arms, your lips and tongue finding mine quickly as I rub my wet slit over your cock. My nipples press into your chest even through my bra as I suck on your tongue and lips, panting into your ear. I sit up on your lap, grinding into you, my tiny thong hardly a barrier. With a smirk and a toss of my hair, I quickly slide my bra straps down my shoulders, undo the clasp in the back, and throw the purple silk onto your chest, rubbing the cups against your nipples. You chuckle at me, grab my black thong in both hands and rip the fabric right off my body.

"God damn it, Marc! I can't keep anything nice around you."

"Act like you really care when you're about to get my cock. In your pussy."

"That doesn't get you off the hook--oohhh, Master," I moan as the head of your cock, leaking precum, makes contact with the entrance to my cunt hole. You rub the tip along my slit until you reach my clit, and then rub back to my hole, sliding in just the tiniest bit as I moan and beg for your cock.

"Are you still mad, my little slut?"

"No. No, Master. Just give me your cock. Please."

With a grunt of approval, you bury yourself into me. I scream out my excitement. "Yes! Thank you, Master! ...Please fuck me...fuck me hard!" Wasting no time, you slam your hips into mine, my tits bobbing in your face as I meet each of your thrusts, my hands on either side of your head. The bed creaks as we bounce up and down, my ass, still red from your treatment earlier, slams up and down as my cunt muscles squeeze around your cock. We slap against each other wetly, my juices covering both of us as sweat begins to pour off our bodies.

A constant stream of words leave my mouth as I moan and gasp while your cock rubs against my g spot and your balls slap up into my ass. "Fuck, baby...yeah! Fuck me like that! Harder, baby. Fuck me harder, Marc! I love your cock...mmmm." As I throw my head back and pinch my nipples, you can tell I'm close to cumming, my tits heaving with the labor of my breathing. 

"You want to cum on my cock, bitch?"

"Mmm, yes. And I want you to cum in my pussy, Master. Please."

You grin, grab me by the shoulders, and flip your body on top of mine, your dick never leaving my cunt. You grab my ankles and spread my legs as far as you can while I immediately begin to scream, "Fuck yes! Give me your cock! Please Master. Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me." You throw my legs over your shoulders and begin to really pound into me, grunting with each stroke. My nails dig into your back, my feet into your ass, as I desperately try to pull you in even deeper. I scream your name, and yes, and "Oh God!" over and over as my cum rushes out onto my thighs and your cock. I slam my hips up at you, still begging you to fuck me as I immediately cum again. "Oh fuck, baby. I'm cumming again!...fuck, you're so good. Uhh--ahhh."

With a few final thrusts, you pull your cock out of my pussy, rubbing my cunt juices more thoroughly over your entire length before a load of cum lands on my stomach. The next shot you aim at my tits and neck, and I scramble up to swallow a final spurt, spiting your cum back out on your cock before quickly slurping it all back up again, smacking my lips and moaning. I fall onto my back in exhaustion, bringing a cum-covered nipple to my mouth as I rub my trembling thighs. You lean over me, kissing me on the lips, tasting a bit of yourself on my tongue and teeth. I wrap my arms once more around your neck, kissing you back feverishly. 

"Thank you, Master. Thank you," I whisper in your ear, before sucking the lobe into my mouth. You fall onto my chest and we share several hours of slumber before you wake to find your semi-hard cock in my soft hands...



Patience Loses Her Virginity



Patience returns to work 

The following Monday Patience was back at work at the medical practice as normal. Of course, her friend and colleague Florence was keen to know how the previous Friday's experience had gone. Florence listened with rapt attention as Patience recounted the adventure. How there had been thirty observers, and not all were doctors. How she had been undressed and examined naked. How she had been restrained for the procedure and finally, how the hateful gag had been forced upon her.

Florence listened with interest, interjecting with support or horror as appropriate. The two women had grown to be good friends over the last few months, and Florence could empathise with Patience in a way that only two women can. She was not shocked by the way their employer had treated Patience. She had worked for him long enough to know what he was capable of. She gently probed Patience with her questions, trying to gauge the depth of her trauma and concluded that Patience was resilient enough. Yes, she was young; yes, she had little experience of the world; and yes, she was an innocent. But she was quick to learn, she was keen to analyse, draw conclusions and move on.

"Shall we do your treatment?" Flora asked. Monday morning was the time set aside for Patience's treatment. The practice was quiet on a Monday morning and this was an ideal time. It was a benefit of employment here that treatment would be provided free of charge for both women. Indeed their employer, Dr Cranshaw, made it a condition of employment that both must be treated once a week.

"Yes. Yes I think I would like that," Said Patience.

"We can do it later in the week if you want."

"No – I'd like you to..."

"Ok then you go next door and get yourself ready. I'll be there in a minute."

Patience walked towards the door, she glanced back at her friend and smiled.

Alone in the treatment room Patience began to undress. She undid the broad belt and removed her long skirt, folding it carefully and placing it onto a side table. She unbuttoned and slipped down the underskirt before starting on her blouse. With buttons at the back it was a little awkward, but it too soon joined the pile of discarded clothing. Now for the corset. Reaching behind her, she pulled open the bow and slackened the ties. By twisting and wriggling her body a little she could slacken it enough to squeeze the sides together and unclip the hooks at the front. 

Unconfined, she needed to stretch, elbows back, chest arched. The corset was new. The fashion was to flatten the breasts — a boyish outline the magazines called it—all very well but not very comfortable. It was good to take it off. She caressed her liberated breasts through the cotton fabric of her chemise. Reaching down and fumbling under its folds she removed her drawers. She was ready.

She welcomed these treatment sessions, particularly if it was just Florence and her. It was gentler, less mechanical than with the doctors. A patient had once commented about Florence's caring touch, and that was true. She cared, through her hands.

Florence entered the room, and turned the key in the lock. They were the only ones in the building at this time but somehow it was comforting to know no one else could enter.

"Come on slip that off," Florence indicated Patience's cotton chemise. "Is that new too?" Patience pulled it over her head.

"Yes. I spent some of last week's earnings. I bought loads of clothes."

"Good for you — you deserve it. You are a pretty thing you should have nice clothes."

Their eyes met, an unspeaking connection. Florence dressed in her uniform, starched white apron, sleeves rolled up, and ready for work. Patience completely naked, but also completely at ease with her friend.

"Let's be having you. On your front please." Flora indicated the treatment couch, over which she had just spread a white cover sheet.

"You are tight here." Flora massaged her shoulders and neck in long strokes. Patience knew she didn't need to reply. Every now and then she gave an involuntary grunt as the skilful hands found and eased away tensions. Flora was in no rush. Over the course of half an hour she worked her hands down Patience's back, then her buttocks and then her legs. Patience was totally relaxed, at least her muscles were. But, she could not help anticipating what was to come.

Both women were ready for the next phase. Gently she moved her hands to rest on Patience's bottom. She paused and counted to 5: the signal. Leaving one hand resting on Patience's bottom, she slid the other between Patience's legs, and with gentle pressure indicated that Patience should open her legs. Patience complied.

With measured strokes Flora began on Patience's left buttock, kneading deeply with oil soaked fingers. Flora moved to the other side, the same measured strokes. As her strong fingers compressed the flesh she could see Patience's sex, its fleshy folds tidily folded inwards, neatly closed, awaiting her attention. The firm strokes moved the skin and muscle nearby, but Flora was careful not to make direct contact. This was about building anticipation. An aching anticipation: in the mind and in the flesh. Flora paused to get more oil; she poured a few drops across her fingers. The oil, guided by her fingers, dribbled into the cleft, running slowly slowly down, down to her sex. Patience shuddered. With three fingers, she spread the oil in the cleft, up towards her back then down. With her middle finger she traced the puckered rim. She pushed her finger against the opening, not enough to penetrate, that was not the intention. This was about teasing and sensitising. 

"Turn over for me." 

Patience shuffled herself over to lie on her back. Flora poured some more oil into the palm of her hand, and allowed it to warm there for a few moments. She rubbed her hands together before spreading the oil across Patience's upper chest, deliberately avoiding the girl's breasts. This was still about anticipation. Her fingers massaged outward following the furrows between the upper ribs. Down the sternum, between the girl's breasts, flattened hand following flattened hand. Beneath the breasts, outward to the sides, then up and back to repeat.

Perfect white hemispheres, pink mounded areola, tightly erect nipples. Patience's breasts were aching to be touched and Flora knew this. Slowly and with feather lightness she traced fingertips downwards to the nipple's edge, then again from the side, and again from underneath. The pale skin taught with small goose bumps betraying their arousal. 

Having built the tension, Flora took it away. Cupping strokes gently lifting then compressing patience's breasts. 

Flora paused, her hands pressing lightly on Patience's chest, silently counting. Patience read the signal, and she felt her body respond, a physical premonition, a spasm somewhere deep inside: a silent gasp.

As Flora re-oiled her hands, Patience re-positioned her legs: no communication was necessary. Feet together, sole to sole, knees apart.

Flora's expert hands moved up the inside of Patience's thighs. Hands rotating at the top of their stroke, fingers almost brushing Patience's sex. Flora could see it was working, could see her subject swelling and opening, could see the thin inner lips starting to show through. Flora changed her stroke. Using thumb and finger she gently squeezed together the puffy outer lips, and then with the lightest touch she caressed the protruding inner. When Florence released her, Patience was gaping wide, pink and glistening. Florence stretched the thin lips, eased them out with finger and thumb, before replacing them neatly. And each time she did so the tips of her thumbs almost entered Patience. And each time Patience felt them there, she pushed upwards, seeking more.

She was ready. Palm upward, Flora slid two fingers deep into Patience's vagina. Bending her fingers upwards, she felt for the spot. Patience gasped loudly. Simultaneously Flora's fingers felt for the girl's clitoris, it was swollen and engorged, too engorged to touch directly. Like a cellist, she placed her fingers carefully, ready for to perform the final movement. She judged the correct pressure, the correct tension, and close enough that the fleshy mantle would move easily under her fingers. Then she played the note: sustained, rapid, vibrato. 

Patience could feel it starting, and feared for an instant it might escape, but no, it was going to happen. She cried out, her muscles clenched, breath expelled, and it was there, rushing in like a wave, in another instant she was overwhelmed. Patience flopped back: limp and spent. 

It took a few moments for her to return to full awareness. When she did she found Flora close by brushing stray hair from her face. Patience smiled up at her friend, and reaching out took her wrist. She pulled her in until their faces were close, and she kissed her.

"Thank you. Thank you," she said.

Flora pulled away. "You are welcome. But you know this, all this, it's work. We are friends. You know that. Good friends. But this is work — your treatment." 

Patience looked embarrassed. "Oh I am sorry. I shouldn't have. I don't know what..." 

"Hey. It's OK. It's all fine. Good friends yes? The treatments: I love giving them to you. But we are not lovers. Jack is my lover. Come here." Flora held out her hands to Patience. Reassured, Patience, took them. Flora drew her in and embraced her in a long hug, and as they released Flora drew her back kissed her again. 

"Good friends – yes? Special friends."

Patience nodded.

 

Walking out

Patience was enjoying her job; she loved seeing patients respond to her treatment. She enjoyed the company of Florence. 1910 had turned into such a momentous year. So much had happened. So much had changed.

But the New Year was to bring even more change, and the biggest was to concern her and Dr Gray, Cranshaw's lecture colleague. He was coming to work at the practice, taking over some of Cranshaw's case load. Patience was to be his personal assistant.

Patience was cautious of him at first. She could not forgive him for his underhandedness during the first lecture: the hateful gag and the speculum. But as time went on, he proved to be very pleasant and easy to work with. He was good with the patients, and had a natural charm. And there was a lighter side to him too: he was not averse to sharing humorous observations about a patient with Patience once they had gone, and sometimes he gently teasing her making her smile. This was quite new to her. Cranshaw was from an older school, from a different class of doctor. But Gray treated her as an equal. She grew to like him.

She was not sure when they started walking out together. It had started in a very mundane way. He was a stranger, she showed him the town: where to find the post-office, a good barber's shop and a place to buy a winter coat. At the latter he had sought her opinion while he tried on several, and afterwards, he insisted on buying her tea as a thank you. If pressed, she would say it started that day in Brown's Tea shop on Fish Street.

He had been very attentive. He asked her about her family, what she had done before, what she liked doing. She'd talked and talked. He made it so easy. His smiling blue eyes seemed to elicit more and more.

Then they started going to the music hall each Wednesday evening, she loved the variety acts. They saw all the big names together: Marie Lloyd, Harry Champion and her favourite, Sam Mayo. It was here, in the theatre, with the lights down, he had reached out and taken her hand for the first time. That evening he had walked her home, and as they said their goodbyes, he'd kissed her. It felt so good.





Patience Loses Her Virginity



The effect was very dramatic; Patience gasped. Not at her unexpected exposure, but the instant growth and transformation that occurred within her hand. His cock was solid, now at least 6 inches long and broad – like a baby's arm.

"Oh my," Was all Patience could say.

Flora laughed, "That's more like it, big boy. Always tell them they've got a big cock, that's rule one.

"What, even if they haven't?"

"Especially if they haven't! Now pay close attention. It may look completely different but what you do to a man is just the same as what you do to a woman. Now if you gently stroke his balls—that's just the same as the outer lips on a woman. Yes?" She glanced in Patience's direction. Patience nodded. 

"So you start there. Then you've got the stem, that's it." Patience had automatically put her hand around to grip Jack's stem. Now move your hand up and down, just like if you were massaging a vulva, that's it not too fast. Some men like fast, some slow. Unfortunately, men don't get wet like women, so use some oil. "Flora retrieved some massage oil from a cupboard and dribbled some on to Patience's hands and down onto Jack's cock.

"Now spread that round. That's it. Go up and down the whole length, like this." Flora made an okay sign with her thumb and fingers touching. "Quite tight".

As Patience followed the instructions, Jack made a groaning sound, and Patience stopped.

"Are you alright: did I hurt you?"

Jack's voice sounded husky and short of breath. "Yes, no, yes I am fine. Very good...what you are doing...it's very good."

Flora laughed again. "So do that for a little while: up and down the stem. Massage the balls then back to the stem. Now let's look at the tip. You see this. It's just like a clitoris but bigger, you've got the sensitive tip her, and its covered by a hood, called the foreskin. See, just like a clitoris. So, it's usually better to work on the hood more than the tip itself." 

Flora gently explored. Using her thumb and forefinger she gripped the widest part and pushed the foreskin back, then forward.

She realised that Jack was beginning to thrust his hips in time with what she was doing. 

"Steady there." Said Flora, I think he'd nearly ready. Let me get a towel."

She placed a towel over Jack's front, spreading it to cover his chest down to his groin.

"Okay, off you go. Stem again then, foreskin. Now stem, firm grip. Right up to the top. Make it feel like his cock is pushing into a vagina."

This was another of those revelatory moments for Patience, who suddenly realised the practicalities of how it all worked. How could she have not realised before? That's why they got long and hard, that's why vaginas got so wet. She felt so naïve. But then the thought struck her, how could a huge cock like that fit inside a small vagina. She thought of her own sex: she was surely too small for such a penetration. What would it feel like? Was Alfred this big?

Jack's was breath was getting ragged he seemed out of breath, Flora had Patience pause. She placed her Hand on Patience's forearm, "Wait just a minute. OK carry on." Flora had her do this several times. 

Patience, watched Jack's face. She saw his expression lock into a grimace, she saw him thrust his hips forward and freeze. It was the hand on his balls that felt the paroxysm, then again, and then delayed by the shortest of moments, the eruption of white lava from the tip. Patience watched with fascination. The warm fluid spurted again dropping onto the towel, then again less powerfully. The silky liquid was running between her fingers. Her other hand could still detect the decaying cadence.

 

The wedding night

The wedding had gone off so well. Patience's father had made a very good speech. Her mother, who generally didn't drink, had got a little tipsy and had decided to explain the facts of life to Patience as the dessert course was being served. Thankfully, for her, Auntie Millie had managed to intervene.

The wedding over, they had caught the train down to Dover. They were to honeymoon in Paris, but that would be tomorrow. Tonight they had a suite at the Burlington Hotel. It was grand room, overlooking the pier; the room even had its own bathroom. It also had a sumptuous looking double-bed.

Patience had been concerned about 'the wedding night', and specifically the imminent loss of her virginity. But her training session and subsequent chats with Florence had put her mind at rest. Indeed, she was very much looking forward to the experience. In the last couple of weeks she had had all the arrangements to occupy her thoughts, but now that was over and she was here, alone with her new husband, Alfred, she was quite excited.

She was somewhat surprised therefore when Alfred suggested a stroll on the promenade, to take in some sea air. Dutifully she agreed. It was already dark when they stepped out of the hotel, and a stiff breeze was blowing in off the sea. They crossed the deserted road to the Pier, but it was closed. So they strolled along the sea front promenade for a little way. The wind was whipping up waves, and every so often they were hit by forceful blast of salt spray. Patience suggested that they go back.

At the hotel entrance Alfred suggested a night cap. He dealt with her uncomprehending expression by attempting an explanation in simpler terms: they might wile away am hour or two in the hotel's bar. It was at that point when Patience realised that she would have to take charge of the situation. She was not sure what was going on, but it was time for action.

"Alfie, can we go up now, I would like to go to bed?" she said.

"Oh my dear, I am sorry, are you tired?"

"No, not really," as she said it she held his eye, she hoped he understood.

They arrived back in their room and divested themselves of their wet coats. Patience's hair was bedraggled by its sea front exposure so she unpinned it and let it fall down to her shoulders.

"Come here," she commanded. She took his hands in hers and drew him towards her. "Kiss me." He did as he was told. First a short kiss, then a longer one.

"Take your clothes off."

"What!"

"Take your clothes off. You have seen me, I haven't seen you. You undressed me once. I want to see you."

He took of his jacket, then his shirt. She ran her hands over his bare chest. They kissed again. 

"And the rest," she nodded in the direction of his trousers.

He removed the rest of his clothes, and stood naked before his new wife. He gestured with his hands, palms upturned, here I am. She surveyed her new husband. He was very handsome; he would definitely do. She let her eyes run all the way down then up: not bad.

"Wait," she commanded. She began to undress. Not quickly, not slowly just efficiently and purposefully removing item by item. Until all she wore was a cotton shift.

"Kiss me again," she said. They kissed on the lips. "Now here," she indicated her neck below her ear. He bent inward, softly kissing her neck. She pulled the cords of the bow that fastened her shift, exposing her upper chest. "Kiss me here." Delicately he kissed her chest. She paused, and as they looked into each other's eyes, she pushed the open shift from her shoulders and allowed to fall.

"Kiss me again." Naked, their bodies touched flesh to flesh, they kissed again. "Lie down". He lay on the bed, and she joined him. For a few moments they just looked at each other. She stroked her hand across his chest, traced the side of his body, down to his hips. His penis was becoming erect; she brushed it with her fingertips. 

"Touch me," she said, "here." She took his hand and guided it between her legs. In perfect symmetry, as she stroked him, he stroked her. She could see him visibly responding, rising proud. She could feel the heat of her own body responding too.

She wanted him and she wanted him now. She gave him no warning: she just pushed him flat to the bed. She manoeuvred to kneel astride his legs. Patience looked down at her helpless husband and smiled. Reaching down into her night bag she found the bottle of massage oil Florence had given her. Patience applied a good handful to his penis. Using both hands, fingers interlaced, she caressed the length of his shaft. He groaned appreciatively, she did it again. 

"You are very big," she said.

She remembered what Florence had shown her, whenever he seemed to become overly aroused she paused, she stroked another area: his chest, his thigh or his balls.

He was very hard now, and she considered simply edging forward and impaling herself. She would lower herself down, inch by inch. She knew she was very wet. Her sex ached to feel him inside her. It would be so easy. 

But this was not quite what she wanted— not quite. She had always imagined her virginity would be taken, not given. She wanted to yield to his strength. In her wildest imaginings the man would overpower her; she would lie back and be entered. She wasn't sure if she could tell him, how she could tell him. But it had to be now. She rolled off him and lay back, arms above her head. He recognised her need, and moved to lie across her. His strong hands held hers. This was indeed what she wanted. 

He pushed slowly forward. She was so aroused, so open, so wet. His penis slid easily into her entrance. Slowly, slowly forward, feeling his way, she felt her vagina exquisitely stretched, wider, wider. She gasped. She was so full. He eased back and she thought he was going to withdraw completely, and that would have been unbearable. But he pushed forward again more forcibly this time. It became a regular wonderful rhythm. She groaned, and she recognised the first feeling of a paroxysm stirring deep within her; it was happening. With each thrust it was building. It was happening, slowly building, that inner tension.

Alfred, suddenly gasped, his face strained in a taught agony, and he stopped moving. She could feel his member throbbing inside her. He had reached his climax, and that was surely good. But she needed him to move: her paroxysm was drifting away. She managed to wrench her hand free from his, and to force it between their two bodies reaching for her clitoris. Her hand moved rapidly, it was enough and just in time, to recapture the fleeing animal and bring it home. The paroxysm cascaded over her.

They rested in each other's arms. She felt him decrease within her and they pulled apart smiling. 

"How was that?" Patience asked.

"Wonderful, simply wonderful."

"How did I...," she paused awkwardly, "how did I compare to your previous lovers?" She knew she was wrong to ask, but she desperately needed to know.

"Previous lovers? He looked sheepishly away, "there aren't any. You were my first—this was my first time."

She pulled him to her. They kissed and slept and woke and kissed and repeated their love making: a blissful start to their married life.

The next day they caught the steamer to France, and the honeymoon began. In only a few short years Patience would wave him off on the same steamer. Him, promising to be back by Christmas; she, never to see him again. But for now they were blissfully happy together.



Patience, or Finding the Pearl



As she walked, Patience Gardiner was a bit surprised to find herself remembering passion. She could call it that now though she would have not then. She had been raised, as was proper, to think of these things modestly, if at all. That morning when he had stroked her hip she had crossed her legs very firmly and turned her face into the pillow even as he touched her oh so gently and she felt her will leave her.

As Patience skirted the boulders perched along the cliff's edge, she smiled to find her thoughts in such a direction. Seven months ago she was but a girl with little ken of the ways of love, much less those of the body. She peered out to sea as if her glance could take on seven league boots and catch sight of the Excelsior, the clipper on which Harry was third mate.

A year ago she would not have predicted that she would be Mrs. Henry Gardiner, nor living in a 'fancy cottage' at the edge of Villier common, nor carrying what was likely to be the next generation of Gardiners. Of course she was not absolutely sure, but she was so regular and the monthly curse had not yet come.

She had reached the path to the little grove she called her own. No one, she believed, went there besides herself, at least she had seen no sign. When she was a girl they had always been warned away from the cliff's edge and especially the area of the waterfalls. For this is where the 'silkies' were reputed to come ashore, part man and part seal, to ravish unsuspecting and careless young women, leaving them with strange children who ate like wolves and disappeared on stormy nights. So the tales went around the fires. She had never given them much credence.

She loved the grove. It was invisible from all angles, a small, narrow gully that the stream had cut on its way to the sea. It could only be entered by a small gap in the briars. But once there, it was magic. She laid her cape out on the thick carpet of pine needles and stretched languidly upon it. It was warm out of the wind, and a shaft of strong sunlight penetrated the trees. Toward the sea, a triangle of blue revealed where the stream went rushing over the cliff.

She could make out a crisp, white sail on the horizon and she envisioned that it was Harry already returning. She dared not think too strongly of the thirteen months before his ship would make port again, nor the storms, nor the distractions of exotic women in the Spice Islands or China, or the South Seas. She blushed as she remembered him telling of the women there who wore little but a skirt made of paper cloth, how they would splash happily in the waters with a hungry child attached to one breast.

Soon this would be her fate she mused, unbuttoning the top three buttons of her bodice as she never would do even in her own home. But it was very warm here...The thought of Harry...His remark about the women of the islands had come as he tried to coax her to remove her modest face from the pillow. She did not think it seemly that a respectable New England couple should be disporting themselves in the daylight, and on a weekday! But he had mentioned the island women and then praised her own bosom. 

His remark was that each of her breasts was like a loaf of new warm bread. Someone had pushed ripe strawberries into the soft crust and the juice had bled out in a dark circle around each one. He had asked to taste this fruit and she had allowed it though she had kept her face buried in the comforter. He had stopped his caresses, disappointed. 

"I dearly love to place my mouth on thee," he had remarked. "But thee cruelly deprive me of a treasure for which I most humbly beg." He then told her that the night before, when, despite her reluctance at this new sensation, she had been carried forward to a height that made her lose herself; he was enchanted by the vision of her face, her eyes filled with moonlight. But it was her fine nose that had so stirred him. "For," he said, "each delicate nostril had flared so wide at that moment, like two miniature trumpets, that I could almost hear the tune of ecstasy that thee was feeling." In fact," he murmured, "thy mouth made an identical bell, thy tongue, "like a clapper rung by your heart, tolled, oh...ah...oh." She had hushed this florid flattery, but blushed at the compliment and the heat which the remembrance kindled.

"Do not deprived me of that vision in the daylight," he had pleaded in a sweet genteel tone. 

Lying there on the bank with the noisy whispers of the stream rushing past, she remembered his face hanging above her in the early morning light, his straw locks all amess around his face, his arms firmly on either side of her like fleshy pillars and the curls on his chest catching the sunlight like gold wire. She knew of no other man who was covered with such a beguiling fur. Of course, she knew of the bodies of virtually no other men.

She had glimpsed the upper bodies of laborers, black and white, in the fields. But she dared not venture closer. A small laugh burst from her as she imagined approaching the foreman of the work detail and politely requesting that she be allowed to stand and examine the bodies of his laborers. 

But Harry had shown her some labor that day in the sunlight. His sweat had dripped hot upon her. His face had flushed with the power of his exertions. And she had given him a complete and noisy vision of her trumpets.

Later that morning she had awakened with some languid guilt and he still lay across the sheets in wonderful abandon. His face in sleep was child-like and reminded her of nothing so much as the golden putti above the altar in the Cathedral of All Souls. When first she had attended services alone after that comely day she blushed to have that memory return even as Reverend Stone extolled the virtue of fortitude to the wives who had so recently been abandoned by their seafaring mates.

In the shadowy grove Patience picked up her gift from Harry. It was a ginger jar, wonderfully marked with pale blue Chinese designs. Attached was a small envelope. She was now ready to read it. It began "My darling fox. Please accept this humble gift as a symbol of my constant thoughts of you. Within, you will find the precious stuff for which men die, the oil of the great whale. Use it to burn a small lamp in my memory until I return. Or else you may do as they say the French women do. I learned of it in this manner. 

"The Bo 'sun and I were remarking on the weathered hides of the whales moored to the ship which carries this to you. He jested that the marks reminded him of the flanks of his beloved Polly, so many children had she borne. I was distressed, thinking of you in your new state. Laughing, he mentioned that the ladies of the continent (pardon me now) rub the oil of the whale upon their bellies, bosoms and limbs so to 'ease the skin' and preserve its virginal qualities. I asked why Polly did not use this remedy and he laughed again, saying that she would rather use the oil for a lamp for reading after all the children were abed. It was her only small time of sanity and worth the 'chevrons of honor' to her motherhood, as she calls them."

Patience read the sweet words of endearment at the end of his letter with some sadness, hearing his voice in the written words, wishing that she could have been there by the rail as he joked with the Bo 'sun. If she had dared to stow away...what adventures they could have had together! But she was most likely 'enceinte' as the French say of mothers-to-be, and no righteous ship would be burdened with such a sow. She felt some self pity and a good deal of anger at men who were so ready to sail off to the ends of the earth leaving their loved ones to fend for themselves.

Brusquely she broke the seal on the jar and pulled the lid off. The thick liquid inside splashed upon her hands bringing a foreign musk into the air. She rubbed the oil between her fingers and it brought a memory of something. But the memory refused to surface. Peering within the jar all was dark like the sea where the whales dwelled. But then something caught a glint of light. When she tilted the jar to see better, it rolled across the bottom and clicked against the side.

With a little reluctance she reached into the jar, not wishing to spill the precious liquid over the edges. With the tips of her fingers she touched a smooth little ball. It rolled away and it took some stirring to find it again. As she held it delicately, yet firmly enough to draw it upward, she grasped the memory of an earlier time with similar sensations. Her body tightened with a feeling of shame. She almost would not wish to admit that it was something she had done.

She held before her eyes a large pearl, pink as a sunset. Harry must have paid a pretty price for this beauty. But of course he could buy it from the divers themselves. Perhaps he had seen it brought up from the bottom of the sea by a brown skinned woman wearing nearly nothing. More than a gem, this was another token which linked their lives. Impulsively, she took the pearl and put it into her mouth. The whale oil had a strange flavor, an animal flavor.

With a secret smile, she rubbed her oily hand upon her neck and then remembering what he had written in his note, she spread the oil downward using her free hand to unbutton her bodice further. It was a luxury, which she would not have envisioned had it not been for the gift. She surprised herself by dipping a finger into the jar and bringing forth more of the delicate liquid. Under her fingers she imagined a new swelling as her breasts prepared to create milk for their child.

Strawberries. She closed her eyes and imagined that the press of her own fingers was the sweet lips of a child or the tense clasp of Harry's mouth. This delicate spout would one day feed an infant. Now it begged to be crushed against those delicate golden wires on Harry's chest. She pressed the heel of her hand into the hard button and a sensation like soft fire flowed suddenly down into her belly. Was there a life growing there?

She swore she could feel something delicate dance within her. Busily, her left hand opened the gray cotton all the way to the hem. She realized that she was breathing as though she was running...eager. She lifted her petticoats revealing that delicate curve of her belly Harry called her 'bowl of wheat.' Again she visited the ginger jar, this time cupping up a small pool of oil with her fingers and dripping it into the deep hollow of her navel. Soon this skin would swell with the growing life within.

She meant to minister to her skin, but another urge was stronger. She could not keep her body from rising to meet the hand and the slippery touch of the warm oil. Soon she had soaked the rusty thatch that grew so thickly at the bottom of her belly. Soon the silky hairs were as slick and dark as on an otter which has leapt up the riverbank. This skin grew hot,ruddy,and swollen as it was stroked.

Now she made no pretense. Her hand rushed and pressed those plump lips as though to urge them to speak. Her elbows sought her nipples and crushed them to her chest. Her heels dug into the bank as though some great hand were dragging her into the stream. But the force inside would not let her go. She held the pearl in her lips and pressed it with her tongue until her lips grew white; then she tucked it in her cheek as the hot waves began to flow outward from her middle. They took her face, her hands, her thighs. She could not stop it...she would not stop them shaking until she had given birth to love, letting it pour over her lips, taking her breath, her hands, her womb, into the stream leaping over the cliff into the sea and into an urgent current across the ocean, rocking the hull of Harry's ship, invading his dreams.

High above her she could hear a tern cry, seeking food, seeking its mate. For a few moments her hunger cooled. She felt the warm sun hold her gently. The earth seemed to rock beneath. The stream sang a lullabye. A seed of doubt was planted in this peacefulness. Was what she was doing a sin? Many would think it so. They would see it as vanity, as a turning away from spiritual, chaste thoughts.

Patience turned her head and felt the touch of a breeze brush the sweat on her brow. Out of the corner of her eye she noticed a small green beetle walking through the grasses. A wren was searching the earth for fabric from which to weave her nest. A fish leaped in the brook. Who had the right to tell nature to be still?

Slowly the fire rose in her again and she let it burn. She felt her hands, her limbs take on a spirit all their own, one exactly akin to all that howled and chirped and sang around her. Her fingertips danced over that skin that had now become most exquisitely tender. A silken rope attached to the sky seemed to pull her belly upward higher and higher at each touch. Suddenly it seemed as if all the sounds in the universe stopped and there was only the rapid, urgent demanding of her hand, a mad heartbeat. Tiny waves lapped on the shore of her thighs.

She surrendered. And all the liquid in the universe seemed to flow from her. Pure happiness. This was a victory. No one owned her at this moment. She had chosen to join nature in her dance and they had danced marvelously, round and round the maypole of living things. With rumbling shudder, the magic let her go and a feeling of peace came so deep it rested on the bones of the earth. Her hands became languid, her knees limp and helpless, falling apart so that her sex lay moist and open to the sky. The sweat between her breasts cooled. A breath, which flowed from her, seemed to go on and on.

In her waking dream she was captain to the most beautiful ship, a shining white schooner with sails of rose. It cut through green seas while dolphins leaped across the bow. She knew that she was on a journey to see Harry. But she also knew that she had her own ship, and the weather for sailing was very fine.



Patience Pays Off



My mother is a gorgeous creature. She’s not one of those model types or movie star types but she is just great looking. She’s never been one to work out a lot but she does and has since High School been a runner. After having kids she had to resort to jogging not being able to run without pain. 

I had moved into my own apartment a few months prior to this event. My father, well he was hurt in a car crash and now spends his days in a nursing home. He requires more care than my mother can provide. It hasn’t been easy for her and as far as he’s concerned, he doesn’t know what’s going on. A severe blow to the head curtailed his knowledge of his current life. 

Being the horny bugger I am and knowing my great looking mother is in need of, let’s say attention, I have been trying to get into her knickers for the past couple months. I’ve spent time at her house making up excuses for being there as well as volunteering for any work she needs done. This is the story of the first phase of my having sex with her. I can’t wait for the next phase.

Friday afternoon I dropped by my mother’s house to help store some boxes and take care of a few other chores she had. She was all business when I arrived. Very little conversation took place. I tried to bring up last Saturday but…no dice. She seemed like a woman possessed, she had a few jobs she wanted done and that was that! There were basically three things that needed to be done. From our cleaning in the basement last week she had boxed up some things that she wanted put in the attic above the garage. She had packed up her summer clothes and wanted those boxes plus some things she wanted stored in her bedroom, which also would go up in the garage attic. The final job was to change a light fixture in the kitchen. Since she didn’t seem to want to talk I decided not to push it and just went about doing what I was told. The boxes in the basement were really heavy and by the time I had finished with them I was sweating like crazy. She didn’t have a dolly so I had to carry each package individually. It took time and wasn’t easy. One of the boxes was so heavy Mom had to help with. Now Mom had dressed for the occasion. She was never one to shy away from work. Jeans and sweatshirt worked well for her with a scarf tied in her hair. She really looked good. For a gal her age she’s really got a nice ass. The sweatshirt frustrated me, because I couldn’t get a glimpse of her tits. Anyway, we got the box up the basement stairs and out into the garage. It was no easy task. The steps going to the garage attic are the “pull-down” type, that when not in use hide in the ceiling. I knew with the weight it would be a real challenge. I got underneath it and pushed it up while Mom went up the steps ahead and guided it. By the time we finished we were exhausted and we were both sweating. Next stop, the bedroom and those boxes. Mom went into the bedroom and started grabbing boxes and we both carried all the boxes to the garage. The work went fast and we were done in half an hour. Now it was time for the light fixture. I picked up some tools and a small ladder from the garage and went into the kitchen. Mom was there waiting and she had removed her sweatshirt. She had another little t-shirt type top on underneath. This one was more to my liking. Cut relatively low I could catch some of her cleavage; she caught me looking. With most of the work done she seemed to cheer up a little and wasn’t quite so standoffish. 

She told me, “If you’re hot honey you may want to take your sweatshirt off, it was too hot for me…I had to cool off.” 

I had a t-shirt on as well so off came the sweatshirt and the t-shirt hung out of my jeans. The ladder is just a four-step ladder and only needed the first three steps, with my height to remove the old fixture. Mom stood right below me handing me tools and parts as needed. When I looked down I could see her tits and I began to get hard. I knew she noticed because it was right in front of her face. At one point I couldn’t take the tension anymore and I looked down and whistled, then began laughing. 

She knew instantly what I was doing and slapped me on the thigh and said, “finish the light!” 

When I was putting in the last screw holding the light fixture in place I felt a scraping across my stomach…on the bare skin. My t-shirt bagged out and it made my stomach visible. Mom was scratching her nails over my stomach. My cock went instantly hard, I mean instantly. I was so fucking horny anyway from checking out her tits plus staring at her ass when we were in the garage that I had no control over my cock….it just went hard!! I was finished with the light and was about to step off the ladder. 

Mom, said, “Don’t come down just yet!” and with that she unzipped my jeans and pulled out my cock. 

She took it in her hands and examined it. She put some saliva into her hand and began to jack me off very slowly. I had all I could do to keep my balance on the ladder. It felt so fucking good I really had to concentrate on a cold shower to keep from cumming immediately. She stroked it for what seemed like forever but in reality was only about 30 seconds then she kissed the head and slowly took it into her mouth. Now can you imagine what a sight this was? Here we are in the middle of the kitchen, I’m on a ladder, I have my hand up on the ceiling for balance and Mom is sucking my cock in a very slow and deliberate manner. I was biting my tongue, my lip, trying to think about anything else but her lips won out. My thighs started to tremble, my ass tightened, my cock swelled and I cam. Mom didn’t swallow, she caught it in her mouth and when I was done she spit it out in the sink next to her. When she spit it out, she returned to my cock and continues to suck it as it shrunk. My knees were so fucking weak I nearly fell off the ladder as I stepped down. 

Once on the floor Mom kissed my cheek and said, “There Sweetie, that’s your payment for the work you did!” 

I must have looked like an absolute idiot…I just stood there with my mouth open, not able to say a thing. So, I hugged her. My cock was still out hanging limp and when it met her jeans, the feeling was wonderful. 

She reached down and grabbed my cock and said, “you better put this thing away,” which I did. 

With that, Mom turned and went to her bedroom leaving me to clean up in the kitchen. I picked up the tools and the ladder and returned them to the garage. When I came back in Mom was not in sight so I walked down the hall to her bedroom. The door wasn’t closed so I looked in. She was laying on the bed, her jeans were unbuttoned and she was masturbating. She stopped when I entered the room. 

I said, “Mom, you helped me, let me help you!” 

“We shouldn’t” she said.

“Mom, no one will ever know!”

I went to the side of the bed, grabbed her jeans and pulled them down and over her ankles. She laid her head back on the pillow and closed her eyes. I put my middle finger into her pussy. It was wet and very warm. Using the juice as lubricant I worked my hand up and down from her hot hole to her clit. Each movement to her clit caused her to gasp. Within seconds she was working her hips against my hand and judging from her moans she was having no problem getting into this. When she came I could feel the jerking of her clit and could feel the juice flow in her pussy. She brought her hand down and held my still as the wave passed. Slowly she worked her hips against my hand.

I was hard as a rock and all I could think about was fucking her. With my free hand I unbuttoned my jeans and started pulling them down, as best I could with one hand. Mom realized what was happening and her eyes immediately opened.

“NO, we can’t do that Chuck!”

“Mom, you’ve made me so horny I just have to!”

She looked me deep in the eyes an then said, “Chuck we can’t have penetration, but I have an idea. Lay down on your back.” 

Eagerly I did as instructed. Laying on my back, Mom straddled me and placed my cock against my stomach. She then placed the lips of her pussy against it sandwiching my cock between my stomach and her wet pussy. She started working her hips back and forth running her wet pussy up and down the length of my cock. I could feel the heat, the moisture. She lifted her top up, and let her tits fall into my face. I sucked on the nipples as she worked her magic. The head of my cock was rubbing against her clit and I could tell she was getting off. After only a very short time, I came and when she felt my cum against her pussy she had an hard orgasm. I say hard because she actually sunk her finger nails into my shoulders damn near drawing blood. 

Afterwards, we laid on the bed side by side and after about 15 minutes she said, “Chuck, you have to go home now. I have to clean up and go over to Grandma’s house.” 

I didn’t argue, the afternoon had been more than great so I just nodded my agreement. Got up, dressed and left. 

Now, I didn’t actually fuck her…but this was so fucking close I just know there will be a time in the future when I do!!



Patience Rewarded



I'm sitting on the sofa reading and you've just walked in from the bathroom. You're freshly showered and are wearing just a robe; standing as close to me as you can without touching, you obviously want my attention. 

I see you but don't look up; I'm in the middle of something and I intend to wait until I get to a suitable place to stop -- then I'll give you all the attention you could possibly want. You however, have different ideas; out of the corner of my eye I see you slowly start to undo the tie on your robe. I know what you're doing but still I resist taking my eyes off my book. 

Slower than necessary, you undo the tie and let it drop. As you move your legs slightly, your robe starts to fall open and I see the smoothness of the silk-like skin of your thighs. I know by now that the robe will be open more at the top and I sneak a sly look up at where your not so big but firm breasts form the most heavenly of cleavages. The robe is thin and wispy and I can see your nipples attempting to break through the material with their hardness. 

I try to ignore you for a minute longer but you know me too well; you slowly peel the flimsy material over your shoulders turning your back to me. You know I adore the sexiness of your shapely yet soft back and you let the robe slide down, catching it before it reveals the round fullness of your buttocks.

You turn back to face me, my book now long discarded and I take in the beauty of my favorite part of your body. I have always found your breasts to be the most incredible sight and never tire of looking at them. I catch your eye and smiling seductively, you stare back at me. You drop the robe to the floor and keeping your eyes locked on mine you lower your gaze. I follow your eyes and again take in the lines formed by the curve of your chest, we pause, briefly. Your head bows as if in submission but in reality it is to look further down, past the smooth slight swell of your belly, again I follow. 

This time I stop, my eyes widen and we both hear my sharp intake of breath! You normally keep your soft pubic hair well trimmed around the lips but, despite my pleas, you always leave a neat V shape of dark hair; hidden behind panties but on show when naked. Not this time; today you have succumbed to my desire and your whole pubic area is devoid of hair and as smooth as the rest of your silky skin. 

The murmur I was already feeling between my legs turns to a sharp, almost painful twitch, making my body jerk slightly. You smile inwardly knowing you have the reaction you wanted and the effect you desire. I sit and stare for a moment, not moving a muscle as I enjoy the look I have wanted to see for so long. I take in the soft smooth skin, the edging of a shadow along the V where your thighs stop and meet at the very centre of your sexual being.

I reach out and cupping your soft, smooth buttocks, pull you closer. As you move, your legs open slightly and I notice a single dewy droplet on your inner lips as they protrude slightly through your outer labia. I pull you closer and strain to lean my head forwards far enough to catch it on my tongue; as ever it tastes divine. You moan gently; knowing that I would be turned on has already turned you on, but now my hot breath on your newly smooth skin and my warm but rough tongue on your moist opening only serves to heighten your desire. 

You put first one foot and then the other on the sofa and stand astride me as I lean back pulling you with me. You lean against the wall and its coolness feels somehow erotic against the firm flesh of your breasts. 

Your legs, now wide enough apart for me to nuzzle between, quiver as if with a fever as my tongue gently laps at your warm, moist lips, sliding back and forth as you involuntarily open and the juices within the warm velvety folds begin to flow more freely. You cling to my head, thrusting me further against you as I drink in the heady aroma that accompanies the sweet fluids now constantly seeping into my mouth. 

I use your own wetness to coat one of my fingers with enough lubrication to gently caress the tighter but equally sensitive entrance to your anus. You relax your muscles to help me gain access and your body slumps against the wall as I ease my finger into the by now welcoming rose bud like entrance. I slide my thumb into your wet and invitingly open pussy and as my finger and thumb meet with only the thin wall of skin between them, my tongue moves to your clitoris, now standing proud of its hood. 

With my mouth sucking, and tongue licking your prominent clit, coupled with my finger and thumb working in and out of your warm wet openings, your moans start to increase in tempo and volume until with an ever increasing violent shudder, your whole body convulses in ecstasy as you cum into my eager, waiting mouth seemingly drowning me with your warm, sweet fluid.

You rest exhausted for a moment against the wall, then slide down until you are sat on my lap, your soaking inner thighs further dampening the already damp bulge in my shorts. Our eyes meet, your mouth searches out mine and we kiss deeply, sharing the exquisite taste of your orgasm as you grind your still wanting pussy into my groin... 



Patience Rewarded



I knew the moment the cute little blond twink strolled into my storefront gym that I was going to have him, but by the way he shrank away from me and trembled a bit when I approached him, I also knew I would have to prepare for that moment well.

"Hi, I'm Rod." I said pleasantly. "I run this place and act as personal trainer. And who are you and what are you interested in?"

I had hoped that he'd say right out that he wanted to be fucked by a horse-hung muscle stud like me, but he didn't respond to that innuendo.

"Hi, Rod. I'm Craig. I'm tired of everyone thinking I'm too young to buy beer. I want to bulk up."

"You mean something like this?" I said, and I pulled my gym T over my head. I could hear Craig gasp when he saw my massive, well-cut torso.

"Y-e-s-s," he stammered out.

"Well, let's see what we have to work with," I said pleasantly. "Off with that T-shirt."

He stripped his T off, and I could tell right off that he wouldn't bulk up very much, although we could do something with those pecs and abs. But I also saw that I wouldn't want him to bulk up too much. He was one beautiful twink. It set my cock to twitching just to see him.

But I told him that I could help him if he came in twice a week. And he did that for the next two months, during which time I unfolded my plan to have my cock pulsating inside his cute little bod. I gave him a lot of personal attention, telling him that I wanted him to go shirtless in his workouts so I could see what was being worked out and how well in the exercises and that I would go shirtless as well so he could see what muscles were being worked with the exercises. And I gave him plenty of muscle work to see during the workouts—all except for the one muscle I really wanted him to see. I took care of that by hitting the showers whenever he did and giving him a full display.

For the first couple of weeks he remained ultrasensitive to my touching him or even coming close, but I was persistent in needing to put my hands on him to show him how to do the exercises properly, and slowly but surely he let me touch him and, with time and confidence, to let my hands linger on the curves and folds of his torso and legs during the exercises. And he was lingering longer in the shower as well. One evening after two months of preparation, I began to slowly stroke out my cock while we were in the shower and I was sure he was ogling me sideways. His eyes bugged out and he dropped the soap. When he bent over to pick it up, I almost took him then, but I didn't. Others were in the gym. I needed to wait a bit longer, and needed him to signal his willingness.

On his next visit, I decided to bring this to a new level. We were over in the corner of the room, away from the storefront picture window and everyone else working out was focused on their own exercising. I had Craig laying down on his back, bench pressing a barbell.

"No, no, Craig," I said. "You're putting too much leg in it. Here, let me show you how to get the power into your shoulders and pecs, which is what you want to be developing here."

I squatted down on the bench, facing him, and pushed my knees under his thighs, pushing his legs over mine and out. I spread the palms of my hands on his tender inner thighs. "There, try it like that."

He huffed and puffed for a few minutes, barely getting the barbell up, concentrating hard. But then I started to gently stroke his inner thighs with my fingers and he was suddenly concentrating on something else. He started to tremble all over and he couldn't get the barbell fully extended.

"No, you're trying to get the power from your stomach, Craig. It must be from your chest and shoulders. Don't arch your back. Here, now try it." I moved one of my hands to his flat little belly and held him down on the board. He was trying his best to raise the barbell, but not having much luck.

"It's no use, Rod," he whimpered. "I can't get it up."

"It doesn't look to me like you are having trouble getting it up, Craig," I said, as my hand slid down to his basket. I admit that I was a little surprised myself. In the shower he had present a pert little prick, like a chaste Greek statue, but now he was filling out nicely in that department.

Craig sat up in panic. "Please, don't, Rod. I can't do it." His body was shaking like a leap and he couldn't look me in the face. His gaze was glued to my hand cupping his basket.

I took one of his hands in mine and guided it to my own basket. He gasped and tried to pull away but I didn't let him. "Well, when you can do it, this is what is waiting for you, Craig."

He jerked his hand away, jumped off the bench, and bustled back to the dressing room. He was back in a moment with his clothes hurriedly stuffed in his gym bag, not even having showered, and escaped out the door.

All the next day, I wondered if I had acted too quickly, but right before closing time, there he was again. He'd never come two days in a row and never this late. He stayed over to the side, well away from me, working out with hand weights until the last of the other patrons had left.

"We're closing now," I said as I picked up my duffel bag and walked by him on the way to the door.

"I think I can do it now," was all he said, in a small, distant voice. He looked so vulnerably twinky even after all those weeks of working out.

I continued on to the door and locked it from the inside, and then I returned and took his hand and led him to the hallway leading to the dressing rooms, where we couldn't be seen through the storefront window.

I pushed his back against the wall, while I stripped off my T and shorts. I then pushed him down on his knees and leaned close into him at the wall, holding him prisoner there with my strong thighs. I pushed my engorging cock past his lips and made him work me up big. He was gagging and choking, but he did a good, fast job of it. Then I pulled him back up to his feet, flipped him around, belly to the wall, and covered his soft little twinky body, with my hard muscled one. My cock was running up the small of his back and I stroked it up and down his back while my hands groped his body in a frenzy. He was moaning and sighing and hiccupping, his body all atremble. I went down on my knees behind him and pushed my tongue between his pert little butt cheeks. I pushed his legs apart while I flicked my tongue in his sweet little asshole. I stroked his inner thighs with my fingers, which he enjoyed immensely, and reached through and milked his cock from delicately small to presentably hard; after he'd hardened, he came almost immediately in my hand with a twitch and a lurch.

Then I opened my bag and took out a tube of lube and a condom packet. lubed his ass and fingered his hole, working on opening him to me, while my teeth nipped at his now-rosy butt cheeks. Then I rolled the condom on my huge tool and started working my way into his ass, full of lust now, not giving it enough time. He screamed and cried, but declined all offers for me to stop or slow down. I allowed him to widen his stance and arch his back, my hands going to his pecs and nipples, but entry was still being difficult. I couldn't wait.

I kicked the duffel bag over to the middle of the hall, and took Craig's lithe little body in my hands by his hips and turned him and pushed his pelvis down onto the duffel. His cute little butt was pointed up in the air now, and I came down between his legs and into him. Entry was easier now, and I filled him to the limit and rocked him back and forth on duffel as my pulsating cock rode his ass hard in six long strokes that were crowned with repeated gushes of man juice, my cry of fulfilled patience mingling with his screams of realized ecstasy. Months of preparation for no more than fifteen minutes of frenzied quickie fuck from first feel to gush.

All of the waiting and preparation were well worth the reward, though, and now that I had won the prize, I could savor it. I covered Craig's trembling body with mine, pulled his legs in with mine to tighten his already-tight ass, and rocked my pelvis back and forth on his buttocks. We cuddled and whispered sweet nothings to each other as I reloaded. And when I had filled him out again with my battering ram, I fucked him there astride the duffel bag on the hall carpet a second time and then a third time in long, lingering strokes, accompanied by the music of his falsetto purring. 



Patience Rewarded



It had been a long time in coming. 

When she entered the room, the butterflies in Gwen's stomach were about to burst. It was dark, save for a few lonely candles on the nightstand, the curtains drawn on the thunderstorm and chill outside. The sound of thunder shook the house and she felt a knot in her stomach. 

He was standing by the bed, shrouded in darkness that she could feel. As per instructions, she'd removed all of her clothes and stood now by the bed, wearing only her new black leather boots and a black bow-tie around her slender neck. Hair back in a pony tail, the fickle light danced off her skin, casting her shadow back against the dim room. 

He came up behind her, slowly, her head not turning to look, her eyes closed out of a combination of fear and nerves. Gently, he took her wrists behind her and began to tie them together with what she could only guess was a scarf, silk by the feel of it. When he place another scarf over her eyes, Gwen's body started to shiver, despite the warmth from the heater. 

For a moment, she stood beside the bed, feeling his eyes watching her. Admiring her or just wondering what to do next, she wasn't certain, but she had the distinct impression he'd planned this for ages, waiting for her to gather up the courage to agree. What she did, she did for love. And, she figured, she might even learn to enjoy it.

Gwen felt her lover's hands near her knees, fingertips on her skin just above her boot. He was pulling her legs apart and slowly she slid them wide, until he could run his hands up both of her thighs. It felt ticklish, but she suppressed the laugh for fear of what would happen, were she to speak out of turn. His hands began to slide dangerously close to her pussy, newly shaved for just this adventure. Soon, on her outer lips, she could feel the tips of two fingers, dancing along the yet-dry skin, threatening to slip inside. Sliding his hand further up, his palm found her pelvis and she began to shake a little as one finger slipped inside the lips, sliding along her clit...

The length of it slid, past her clit, brushing past her slit, all the way to the back of her crotch, just beneath her ass, before slithering back. She was dripping now, feeling the slick motion of his finger as it found her clit yet again and this time, began to rub gently. 

Gwen could feel him stand up beside her, his legs straddling hers, his hand now inside her lips and firmly rubbing her clitoris in small circles. She wished she could see his face, but she could still feel his warmth against her body... and the hard tip of his penis pressing against her thigh. She felt it before she heard it, the question posed softly in her ear:

"Are you a dirty slut?"

She nodded slowly, trying to focus as her pelvis began to squirm.

"Say it." He whispered.

Without hesitation, she whispered back. "I am a dirty slut."

"Bend over," he said, pressing her back and gliding her face forward to the bed. With no arms and unable to see, Gwen was scared she'd fall face-first. Soon enough, her weight rested on the bed- her face had found a pillow and her ass now hung in the air behind her. 

Gwen felt a soft touch on her thighs again, this time not a hand, but a feather. It brushed up her insides, along the back of her legs from boots to buttocks, the small of her back and up and down her spine. She began to squirm, but a hard smack to her ass ended that. Her face, buried in a pillow, began to contort, the feeling becoming stronger: vulnerable, submissive, aroused. 

Her lover slipped the feather between her legs, brushing it's soft tip along her pussy lips as Gwen began to moan softly. She couldn't hold it in anymore and he allowed it, smelling how wet and turned on she was becoming. He knew the time was right, and pulled from the side of the bed a small vibrator, rubbing some lubricant, and placed it on top of Gwen's clitoris. 

The toy was small and strong and loud. As he pressed it to her skin, Gwen felt little waves course through her pelvis, becoming stronger as he placed it right on her swollen clit. She began to breath harder, a sharp intake of air followed by a gasp, muffled by her favorite pillow. Instinctively, she started to buck her hips again before another quick smack slammed down on her ass, then another and again, until her bottom was as red as her face. Despite herself, Gwen liked it and with each punctuated slap, she was inching closer toward climax.

She was gasping now, her breathing softened by the bed so as to be barely discernible, as the rain threw itself against the dark windows. She strained her wrists, trying to struggle against the cloth that held them together, desperate to do... anything. Things only got worse when she felt one finger, then another slide into her slick pussy, curling downward and rubbing against her G-spot. She realized he was fingering her and vibrating her off, waiting for her to cum.

And after another minute, she did, the tips of her now hard nipples sliding along the cool sheets, her hips grinding against his hand, a scream stifled in her throat. As she started to blossom, waves of energy like electric fire spreading through her abdomen, she felt her lover bite down on her ass cheek, the pain only serving to heighten the sensations as she exploded. 

As she finished, her body shaking, her clit starting to ache, Gwen expected the onslaught to cease. She was scared and a little surprised when her lover turned one toy off, and brought an even larger one to bear on her. This one fit snugly inside her welcome pussy, it's head inside twisting around and pulsating, two prongs in front massaging her clit again, causing her to bite down on the pillow for fear of screaming out loud. And then, she felt him slide a finger, still dripping with her own fluid from her orgasm, slowly and deeply into her ass.

It was too much. She knew she couldn't take it and vaguely she knew this was some kind of punishment for the months she'd spent, teasing and promising, always vowing to give this a try, but never making good on her promise. No rest, no mercy... she was going to get it.

Another orgasm ruptured through her body, this one she felt in her chest as the tingling warm sensation pumped through her blood and filled her. She wanted nothing more in life to be fucked, to feel her lover's cock pounding her from behind or on top, his hands around her neck. But she knew that wasn't about to happen either. The night was still young, after all. 

As she lay panting, Gwen felt her head lift from the bed. She was being pulled up by her ponytail and she winced a little. Her blindfold was removed and standing upright, in the dim candlelight, she could see the face of her lover, but it wasn't the man she knew. A dark expression was there, full of anger and... a hint of sadistic glee.

"Do you want to be fucked?" He asked. Gwen could only nod, panting heavily.

"Then beg for it." He said, turning her and tossing her on the bed, hands still bound, on her back. Gwen felt limp and he guided her legs on to the sheets and knelt over her, his strong legs on either side of her, his stiff erection looming over her chest.

"Please fuck me." she said, pouting a little, starting to get into it. She yelped as he pinched down on one of her taut nipples, surprising her and scaring her a bit. The pain stung like hot wax and she glared at him, her eyes now filled with anger. 

"Beg like you mean it, bitch!" He rasped. 

Through gritted teeth and eyes wide with growing resentment, she spat back:

"Fuck me, please, fuck my pussy. Pound my pussy and shoot your sticky cum deep inside me."

He merely smirked and shook his head. Reaching beside her, he pulled a small bottle of lubricant and, releasing her nipple, coated her chest, taking special care to rub it all over her breasts. 

She pulled at her restraints, the hint of a smile creeping out, but it was no use. He grabbed some of the lubricant off of her chest and began to stroke his shaft, peering down at her.

"You want this cock?"

Gwen nodded. "Give me your dick." More of a plea than a statement. Her lover bent down and gripped her chin, pressing her into the bed placing his face a few inches from hers. Looking her in the eye, still sliding his hand along his cock, he said,

"Once you earn it."

And with that, he moved back and set his cock between her tits, pressing them together. Gwen's chest was so slick that his member threatened to pop out of her breasts, but her lover kept it there, sliding up and down with furious motion that rocked the bed and Gwen struggled under the pressure. Her face shot daggers at his, but he merely blew her a kiss, and gave her a good squeeze on her breasts for fun. 

For several long minutes, Gwen lay beneath her lover, being used like a rag doll. She decided to go along with it, making cute faces and winking, hoping that this would end soon and he'd get down to the business of fucking her properly. Her hope rose, then fell as he pulled his cock from her, then began to stroke himself off over her. With a soft moan, he released his seed all over her chest, and a few healthy spurts on her face, despite her best attempts to dodge them by turning her head. Cum drizzled down her cheek and the corner of her mouth and positively coated her breasts.

"Bastard!" she spat. Gwen did NOT like to be jizzed on and he knew that. Another quick yank of her hair silenced her.

"You said whatever I wanted."

She nodded, her face still death incarnate. She didn't know who was going to pay for what at this point. But she was quickly growing tired of being used and teased... 

...like she had done to him, she quickly realized. The late nigh phone calls, the infuriating and graphic love letters, the x-rated pictures, the empty promises. Gwen wondered if his frustration knew limits.

Leaving her hands bound, he lifted himself off of her and tied her legs to either side of the bed, spreading them apart. He fiddled with something in the dark that she couldn't see and then she found the blindfold back on. 

"What are you..." was all she could say, before she was gagged. Gwen started to protest, but she felt a finger to her mouth. A promise was a promise and she complied, despite whatever else she felt. 

"I am going to leave to you think about things for a while," he said, the smile obvious from his voice, "and when I come back, I'll consider your request. Until then," he slid the large toy back inside her, "have fun, my love."

She thrashed and tried to protest, but the air in the room was silent.

.......

Gwen wasn't sure how long she lay, the fury in her heart causing her to initially ignore the toy deep inside and on top of her. Eventually, she'd fought so hard that she was exhausted and then the feelings had returned. It must have been at least twenty minutes and she was nearing another climax when her lover returned. She was startled when she felt his hand on her leg while the other withdrew the toy and switched it off. Partly grateful for the relief, partly sad she couldn't finish again, she craned her neck to hear but it wasn't necessary. Her lover removed her blindfold and gag. 

Before she could say a word, he shushed her with a look. 

"Admit it," he laughed, a dark, menacing sound in the fading light of the room. "You like being used like a dirty whore."

Gwen couldn't argue with that, so she didn't try. Instead, she asked, "Why? Why are you torturing me?"

Her lover thought about that, as he untied her legs. Thinking briefly, he said, "I want you to hate me. I want you to resent me like I resented you for so long. And now that I have the chance, I'm going to use it. But, still, admit it... it's fun."

Her response was an arched eyebrow. 

His face changed back to the mask he wore earlier. Dark and brooding. "Come" he said. Gwen dutifully slid off the bed, her arms a little stiff from the knot behind her. Her shoulders ached a bit and she was relieved when he untied her hands. She fought the urge to slap him. 

"On your knees," he said, "hands on your hips."

She obeyed without a word. Her breasts were still slick and glistened in the dim light. When she looked up with her brown eyes, they were large and seemed to plead in the ambient glow. She needed it, badly. 

"Suck my cock." he said.

Opening her mouth, she took his once-more hard dick into her mouth, sliding her tongue along the bottom, working up saliva to lubricate it once more. At least he had the decency to wash the lubricant off. As he pulled it back, she licked the underside and was rewarded with his fingers through her hair and down her cheek. 

Gwen placed her hands, dark fingernails and all on his thighs and slid them up and down as she bobbed her head along his dick. She made sure to lick the tip, making a visible showing of capturing his drop of pre-cum on her tongue, before plunging it back inside her mouth once more. Putting effort into it, she sucked, licked and nibbled his cock with as much loving affection as she could, hopeful that her efforts would be rewarded. 

Reaching up, Gwen cupped his testicles in her hand, kneading them gently, taking her lovers dick into her mouth and down her throat. Suppressing a gag, she looked up and began teasing and squeezing her breasts while her eyes locked on his. Finally, after her mouth started to ache, he pulled out and lifted her by the arm. 

Guiding her to the bed, onto all fours, she spread her legs wide, pushing her ass into the air once more. Gwen could feel her lovers hand on the small of her back, the tip of his still-wet cock sliding along the lips of her throbbing pussy....

He was teasing her. She could sense him stroking his shaft while he slid the tip along, pressing inside, just the tip, then an inch, then another, then pulling out, sliding it down to her clit and up to her asshole. Gwen closed her eyes, her mouth wide open, silently begging for him to plunge himself inside her aching pussy. She had done everything he'd asked, and now she wanted to feel him blow inside her.

A hand jerked her hair back and she screamed, her mouth forced open by the violence, as her lover slammed himself in her. For the first time that evening, she felt his penis inside with exquisite force- the rim of his tip, the ribs on his shaft, his balls slapping against her clit as he pounded her pussy with quick, hard thrusts. 

Gwen screamed again as a hand clamped on one of her tits, squeezing and massaging, pinching her nipple while her lover pumped her from behind. Her back arched, Gwen had never known such a fucking in her life. Her lover's cock moved deftly in and out of her, sliding along her inner walls, relentless force that filled her and threatened to split her in half. Her lover began to smack her ass again, hard this time. She began to scream.

"Is this what you wanted, bitch?" He asked.

Through ragged breath, Gwen moaned. 

"I know...what you really want...." her lover teased.

Gwen tried to form thoughts, but the going was slow. She had no choice but to focus on the massive dick that was pumping itself inside her. The night had been a whirlwind of emotion: anxiety, a little fear, resentment, outright hatred... trust, and now it was all paying off. She knew what she wanted, what she deserved... and if she begged for it, she knew she'd get it.

"Cum...." she started to gasp. 

"Say it!" he smacked her hard and yanked back on her hair again.

"Cum...inside...."

And with a thrust, he was out of her. Gwen felt herself being flipped onto her back and before she could wonder, he was between her legs again. She felt her thighs lift until she was nearly bent in half, followed by the familiar sensation of her lovers thick dick sliding back into her. She placed her hands on her hips, but they were quickly pinned above her head. 

Her lover knelt down, threating to break her legs off. When his face was but inches from hers, his pounding punctuated by deep thrusts that sent waves of pressure up her spine, he whispered to her:

"Say it."

For a long moment, there was silence. The rain threw itself at the windows, the last of the candles fizzled out, plunging the room in the deepest dark and the only sound was skin slapping against skin as Gwen's lover continually rammed himself inside her. Gwen found the will to form the words in her mind.

"Please," she said, "Cum in my pussy."

No sooner had she spoken the words than she felt her lovers lips on hers. Pinned beneath him, she felt his thrusts increase tempo, a maddening pace that she knew he couldn't maintain for long. Gwen felt another orgasm start at the top of her ass, spreading throughout her pelvis. She writhed, she moaned, she tried to speak around his kiss...

"Cum with me!" she begged, before her lover's tongue was once again joined with hers. It was like he wanted as much of himself inside her as possible. 

Gwen's lover began to moan softly, his grip on her wrists tightening, his movement becoming erratic as she was inching closer toward another climax. She was doing her best, waiting for the right moment... she'd never been closer to him, closer to anyone. And with a series of grunts, her lover exploded inside her. 

Gwen felt the first blast of his cum impact her cervix, sending her over the edge. She cried out, or tried to, still locked in an embrace like a vice, feeling spurt after warm, sticky spurt inside her. Her lover kept thrusting again and again, screaming himself now, wanting to pound all the way through his own orgasm. Finally, his thrusting gave out, just as she started to wain from he own exhaustion. 

Gwen felt the grip on her arms relax. She lowered her legs and wrapped them around her lover, her hands sliding to his back. Without a word, she held him inside her, muscles still contracting around him, for as long as she could. His arms wrapped up around her shoulders and they lay there for some minutes, breathing in the dark.

Gwen didn't know how she felt about all this. But she knew she'd never forget it.

Her lover broke the silence first. 

"I love you."

But she knew that. And she loved him too.



Patience: Riley Is Home



Patience... what a woman, my deepest, darkest love, covered in warm mocha brown with a dollop of baby fat that makes her curves so much sweeter, a perfect size for me. But I am a greedy man, a very greedy man and a size eighteen is perfect for me. Breasts that defy my ability to hold them with both hands at the same time, areola and nipples that fill my mouth with chocolate goodness and an ass that jiggles oh so slightly when she walks. I will always walk behind that ass and not just because she is my little, round, Nubian queen. I shake my head at the bounty of her body and how she allows me to enjoy her fully and without judgment for some of the naughtier fantasies that I might envision.

I know when I am out and about women see me and they expect me to be with a pale, blonde, tiny thing to match my slim, toned body. But there is something soft, warm and loving in the touch of a round body and chocolate is a favorite flavor of mine. I couldn't help myself. When I saw Patience in that bar with a smile on her face and Guinness in her hand I knew I wanted to know her. My eyes roamed her lush form and settled at her very pretty cleavage and then roamed up to the most beautiful face I had seen in a while. Large, warm, brown eyes, full sensuous mouth call to my memory when I am away from my little chocolate. 

But I am heading back to her now that I am able to get my schedule worked out that I can fly into Atlanta to be with her more often. There have been many a time at 30,000 feet when my mind would flash to the feel of her skin and I would have breathe deep to steady myself. I would rush to my hotel and unpack my laptop just to hear her voice and see her face. And then she would flash me her big, sexy tits. 

The last time I was in her apartment I could only spend the night as I was flying out to New York that morning. But this time I don't have to leave for five days and there is a special treat that she has planned for me. I am not sure what it is but I think it has something to do with the convention in town this weekend. Some Frolicon or something, whatever it is, is it supposed to be some big deal. Patience always speaks of it in hushed and awed tones.

I got a key to her place the last time I was in town and let myself in. She wasn't in yet and I packed away my things in her old armoire, got a shower and changed. I made myself at home in her rather large kitchen and started on some dinner. I was half way through making classic paella when I heard the door close and a sigh escape the lips of my little chocolate. From the other room I heard, "Oh Riley" and was set upon by my chocolate honey. She kissed me and tasted of mint. I watched as Patience filled the room with her warmth and love, putting away things and arranging her space just so. She went about and set the table, lit candles and put out bread and herb infused olive oil. She pulled out a bottle of her favorite merlot and opened it. Giggling, she came to me with a glass as I was plating our dinner. 

Stealing some sugar as she handing me the glass Patience picked up the plates and set them on her modest little table and turned off the lights. The sun was setting and the orange glow filled the room as the candles danced around us. Just before we sat down to eat, Patience bounced up and out of the kitchen. I heard Miles Davis and John Coltrane classic, "So What" wafting into the kitchen as Patience bounced back in. I got up and wrapped her in my arms and kissed her deep as I swayed her toward the table and sat her down.

She was smiling her sweetest when she lifted her glass to toast the weekend and us and unconventional love. I returned the toast and settled into that paella with zeal. We talked about everything and nothing over that meal. Not making plans past the weekend. I never met a more understanding woman than Patience. She never asked for more of me than I was able or willing to give and she understood that my work would take me out of town for weeks at a time and that was ok with her too. She just wanted to enjoy being with me and I could feel that she really meant it. I love her so much because she lets me be me and is so happy with just that. I often shake my head smiling at the simplicity of that.

This time we would actually make it to the bed room. Well in a normal sized place it would be a bedroom. It was more like a closet really. Just big enough for a full sized bed and had a smaller closet on the side. Patience had the place decorated like a Turkish den, full of a riot of rich, dark, color and pattern, mostly gold, browns, reds and bright blues. The walls of this dark little womb were a rich chocolate which made the space seem even smaller than it was and the ten foot ceiling was brought to a manageable 7 feet by a dark canopy of cloth that let in just enough light from above to make it possible to see into the bathroom and not hurt yourself. 

Patience and I went into her tiny little bathroom and showered the day's grime from our bodies. Soap and suds adorned that round, brown form and I kissed every clean inch of her body. She returned the attention and affection with zeal. I felt chubby little hands wrap around my cock just before her full mouth took me. She took every inch of me in her little mouth and I threw back my head and growled my pleasure at her. But there came a point when I almost lost myself in her mouth when I grabbed that hair and pulled her off me. I didn't want to go in her mouth, not tonight. I kissed her like I was trying to crawl inside and to feel her return the kiss in this way made me rush to get her onto her bed. 

While still damp we collapsed on the bed and I lay Patience on her back. The light was absorbed by her skin and glowed golden back at me. She opened her legs for me and I got down and met her little nubbin, her word not mine, with my mouth. I heard her sigh my name and settle deeper into her cushions. Her thighs are large and soft against my face, but has some muscle underneath, she pressed those thighs against my hears but I was looking up her body at her eyes shining at me while watching me pleasure her in this most intimate of kisses. I could feel her run her fingers though my hair and suddenly the pressure around my tongue increased, her thighs started to shake and she started to scream silently and then very loudly. She came in my mouth and tasted wonderful, sweet, musky and slightly spicy. I licked my lips as she pulled me up for her after oral pleasure kiss. It always turned me on that Patience tasted herself on my lips after I had a meal of her pussy. 

Stiff and ready as I donned the rain coat and then slid into home. Her pussy pulsed, tightened, caressed and milked me. I thought about everything from taxes to baseball to last longer than I did. She kissed me deep as I growled out my pleasure and I promised to last longer the second time. We kissed and held each other, talked about physics and the universe while the music played on. Heavy petting and a little head half an hour later brought my member back to life. Again I slid on a little something and then slid into the warmest, wettest, piece of heaven you can have on earth and got comfortable. I worked Patience in to a frenzy, she couldn't stop having orgasms and finally begged me to finish as she didn't think there was enough water in her body to keep up with my urgency much longer. Not willing to let her be beaten too hard I just concentrated on my own pleasure for what it took to get to cum. And the release was enough to collapse me onto her, kissing her little face, her mouth and her breasts. I rolled off of Patience and we got cleaned up. After settling back into bed with each other we started talking about the convention in town. It would seem that I would have quite the adventure waiting for me tomorrow. I wrapped my arms around my warm little chocolate and kissed the back of her neck. She spooned into my front, resting that ass against me. I drifted to sleep with the smell of cocoa butter coming off her skin. "Good night chocolate", I breathed.



Patience Takes Up The Position



This follows on from my earlier story, Patience's Treatment. You may want to read that first, but it's not essential in order to understand this one. If you like the stories please leave me a comment. It's good to get feedback.

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Could Patience do this, could she touch another woman so intimately? Flora lay on the treatment couch before her, legs spread wide, her small breasts bared. Her sex exposed. All Patience had to do was to provide the massage as she had been instructed. She had been the recipient so many times, and that had felt good, but now she was to be the provider not the receiver. She summoned up all her courage.

~~~

Following her first encounter with Dr Cranshaw, Patience had visited the doctor for three more treatment sessions. She felt so much better after her treatment, and indeed her mother commented on the rosy bloom in her cheeks and her sunny demeanour. However, it was an expensive business, and money was tight in the Bradley household. So, somewhat reluctantly, she had been obliged to inform the good doctor that she would not be returning.

It had been quite a surprise, therefore, when his letter had arrived. Of course the letter had been addressed to her mother, but having read it through a couple of times her mother had passed it over to Patience. It seemed the letter was offering the possibility of employment. Dr Cranshaw was expanding his practice and establishing a modern facility nearer to the hospital and was looking for suitable young women to act as his assistants. The letter requested a meeting to further discuss the opportunity at their earliest convenience.

There had been an interview, albeit a brief one. Dr Cranshaw had explained that he was opening a new facility for the treatment of gentle women and that the job was hers should she chose to accept. Her role would be to assist and provide treatment similar to that she herself had received. He asked Patience if she thought she could do that, and she had robustly assured him that she could. In the two weeks that followed, while she worked her notice period, she wondered and hoped that this was true! There was to be no going back now - 1910 was indeed going to be a year of change!

Patience arrived at Dr Cranshaw's punctually at 9.30. The door was opened by a tall woman in a nurse's uniform.

"You must be Patience. Come in. I am Flora Everett, I am Dr Cranshaw's assistant, well one of them. Now you are here that'll make the two of us. He'll be in at around noon. But, I am to show you around and get you sorted."

Flora was tall and lanky with a pale complexion; her striking red hair was tied in two French plaits which were pinned up to the side of her head. Patience thought she detected an Irish lilt to her accent. She certainly spoke very quickly.

"Now, where to start? " She spun slowly around in the spacious hallway, as if unsure of her whereabouts, before picking one of the oak doors which she pushed open for Patience to enter. "This is Room 1. We have 3 consulting rooms. This is a general room, and so is Room 2. You'll be in here; I am usually in 2. Room 3 is Dr Cranshaw's special room. He has a study as well, but that's upstairs. Oh, and there by the front door is the waiting area."

Patience looked around the consulting room. Its heavy oak furniture smelled of beeswax and newness. There was a roll topped desk, several tall cupboards, a couple of side tables, and of course, an examination couch very similar to the one Patience had experienced. The sight of the couch caused an involuntary shudder to run down her spine. For a second or so her body replayed the feeling of being restrained and succumbing to the external arousal. A flash of light startled her from her thoughts.

"We have electric light." Proudly, Flora operated the wall switch and the ceiling light instantly illuminated. "We have all the latest here." She added. "I think Dr Cranshaw plans to do some training with you this afternoon. He'll show you the full works. This way."

They returned to the hallway; before viewing the near identical consulting room 2, and then made their way to the back of the house into what must have been a domestic kitchen at one time. There was still a large scrubbed pine table and cream coloured enamelled gas stove.

"This is Emma -- she is our maid of all work. Any chance of a cuppa, Emma?" Emma smiled back at them. She looked younger than Flora, but despite her youth and her smile, there was a certain hardness in her eyes. She wore a maid's dark uniform with a white pinafore.

"I'll put the kettle on. Pleased to meet you, Miss Patience. Oh, your new uniform is on the side there." She indicated a table on which was a bundle of folded clothes.

"It's the same as mine, and you'll need to put on a clean apron for each patient; Flora puts them in that cupboard over there for us; put the used ones in basket down here when you are done. When we go upstairs, I'll show you were you can change into your uniform." Added Flora.

"Have you finished your tea there?" Flora looked eagerly over towards Patience. "Let's get you changed and ready. The Doctor will be here before we know it." She stood up, and scooped up the pile of clothes that was to be Patience's uniform and headed for the door.

Once upstairs Flora indicated a door labelled Dressing Room 1. "In you go."

The room was brightly decorated in a modern style. A green upholstered chaise longue was placed along one wall, while a matching chair stood in the corner. Flora placed the pile of clothes onto a low table before sorting them one at a time onto the chaise longue. There was a long uniform dress in pale blue, similar the one Flora was wearing; a white apron; and -- Patience was surprised to see -- a corset.

"Now slip your things off."

Patience unbuttoned her high necked white blouse and slipped it off, and then she stepped out of her long skirt. She folded and placed both on the chair. When she turned around, she saw that Flora was holding the new cream-coloured corset for her.

Flora registered the surprised look on her face. "It's part of the uniform. The doctor likes these new straight cut ones.

So Patience continued. She pulled the cotton corset cover over her head, and then pulled down the underskirt. Now for her own corset, luckily she had tied the cords at the front so they were easily loosened, and reaching behind her back the she could ease the laces and open it enough to start unclipping the front. By now she was wearing only her chemise, drawers, with underskirt at her ankles. As she stood up straight again she was aware that Flora was looking at her. The close fitting cotton fabric did little to hide her pert breasts; indeed in leaning forward, as Patience had a moment before, they would be completely revealed by the low square neck of her chemise. Patience was certain that was where Flora's gaze had been resting.

"You are a pretty thing. I can see why he wanted you." Flora handed her the new corset. It was in the current fashion: starting below the bust but extending down further than Patience was used to. She adjusted its ties then slipped it on, clipping it together at the front, starting from the top.

"Here let me." Flora steered Patience by the shoulders until Patience's back was facing her. Then she expertly adjusted and tightened the laces. Though it fitted very well, it felt unusual to Patience. All her previous corsets had covered and compressed her breasts. But this one finished well below, leaving them free and unsupported, covered only by the thin chemise.

Flora was ready with the next item of clothing: the uniform dress, which Patience quickly put on. She buttoned it from waist to the neck then smoothed the sleeves down her forearms. Finally, she slipped the crisp white apron over her head and tied the strings behind her back.

"Have a look at yourself." Flora indicated a full length wall mirror. "Oh you do look the part."

And indeed she did. She looked every inch the nurse assistant that she was employed to be.

~~~

They were back in the kitchen when they heard the sound of the front door being opened and clunking shut.

"That'll be the Doctor."

"Should we go and..."

"No he'll ring when he needs us." Patience followed Flora's gaze to a row of indicator bells mounted above the kitchen door.

About a quarter of an hour later the bell labelled "study" sounded, and so the two women headed up the stairs. Flora leading the way: Patience following. When they arrived at the study Flora knocked on the door and, when bid enter, swung the door open for Patience.

"Ah Miss Bradley, or may I call you Patience? I see Flora has sorted you out with your uniform." He stood up, as if to get a better view of her. "Very good. Turn around. Yes." His eyes scanned her up then down. "Excellent. Now down to business. We have no patients today, so we can use the rest of the day to commence your training. From tomorrow, you will be observing and assisting Flora with our patients. But today I am going to ask you to act out a treatment session; Flora will take the role of patient, and I will instruct. Flora: could you go and get ready in room one, we will be down in approximately 20 minutes".

"Very good doctor." Flora left the room closing the door behind her.

"Patience, I am going to be asking you to provide the same sort of treatment that you yourself received. For the main part this will involve administering pelvic massage. If this is done correctly, and the correct degree of stimulation is applied, we can induce an hysterical paroxysm in the patient. Such paroxysms have been shown to be highly advantageous in alleviating and eliminating the symptoms of hysteria. I think you found it beneficial yourself?" He looked over his glasses as he posed the question. Patience could only nod her agreement. She could feel her cheeks beginning to colour with the hint of a blush.

"Now I want you to take a look at this diagram." He angled a large tome on his desk towards her and opened it at a page marked with a strip of paper. The page contained a detailed and coloured illustration of a woman's most private parts. "I want you to be able to identify and name the areas labelled here. Please pay attention, I will ask you again later and expect to have committed them to memory by the time we examine Flora. There are four distinct phases to the pelvic massage, each one deals with different areas of the patient's anatomy.

The first phase is called the engorgement. On commencement, the labia majora are together and tucked inwards causing closure. So we start by stimulating the inner thigh, and then here where they meet with the labia, and finally here the outer surface of the labia majora itself. After five minutes or so, this stimulation will cause a gradual swelling or engorgement of both the labia majora and minora. When this happens, the labia minora will start to extend and will protrude through the majora forming a palpable irregular raised ridge; this can be detected by the gentle pressure of one's middle finger running from top to bottom. If one uses the middle finger, like so, the other fingers may continue stimulation of the outer surfaces. It is most important not to rush this stage. "

As the doctor spoke Patience re-lived her own examination. It was if she had a sensory memory. As he described the actions, she could feel them as if it was happening to her over again. She could feel the engorgement - as he called it - a warmth spreading between her legs. Involuntarily her hand moved toward her sex, but her conscious brain intercepted it. She disguised the jerky movement to look like she needed to adjust the angle of the book.

"Once the engorgement stage is complete, the vulva will be open and will look more like this diagram. The second stage is called the suffusive stage. Very gently, using finger and thumb, we stretch first the majora and then the minora to their full extent; this allows them to be fully suffused with blood. This is essential for the final stage."

She'd loved that feeling. Her intimate lips smoothed out flat, silken finger-tip pressure, an aching to be touched more, oh so gently opened and spread wide.

"Once we are happy that suffusion has taken place, we may move to the pre-paroxysmal phase. The most sensitive area for the patient is here, the clitoris. During the earlier phases, if we have done our job correctly, this organ will have swollen to almost double its size. However, we never touch it directly in this state: patients report that it is far too sensitive. So we manipulate indirectly, here, the prepuce of clitoris." While she could see the doctor's finger on the book, Patience could feel it between her legs. "If we use our fingers to move this back and forth rapidly and rhythmically we can induce the paroxysm we are looking for. "

She almost let out a gasp. She was sure her own clitoris was very swollen now. She shuffled in her seat in a vain attempt to gain comfort. There would be no relieving paroxysm for her today. She could feel the heat of a flush on her neck and face.

"This motion is continued to the final stage: paroxysm. In some cases we may use an electro-mechanical vibrator at this point -- do you remember I applied it to you?"

How could she forget.

"But I want you to perfect the manual techniques first.

In a few cases we may need to stimulate the patient internally. We may insert one or two finger of the opposite hand, into the vaginal entrance here, whilst maintaining the external rhythm. Or you can use just one hand; we insert two fingers as before but use the thumb to move the prepuce. "

Patience tried to steady herself, and inhaled slowly as she watched the doctor's hand-shadow finger gestures.

"Do you think you have got all that?"

"Yes." Her voices faltered, sounding like a child's squawk. "Yes. " She repeated seeking to direct her voice back to its normal register. "I think so."

"Good. Well let's go downstairs and see if Flora is ready for us."

Patience followed the doctor down the stairs. With every step she was very aware of two things. Firstly, the unfettered movement of her breasts beneath her newly starched uniform, and secondly, the tingling glow emanating from her groin. Neither was helping in her attempt to appear calm and professional.

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Flora was ready and waiting for them in the treatment room. She had undressed and was now sitting on the examination couch wearing nothing but a long cotton chemise. The chemise had buttons to the waist, and Flora had already undone the first two or three.

"Let's have her lie back." The doctor addressed his remarks to Patience. But Flora obligingly swung her bare legs onto the couch and lay back. "As you know I believe it is beneficial to restrain the patient." He opened the doors of one of the cupboards. Inside, Patience was amazed to see, it contained a variety of leather straps: some long, some broad. Today we will simply do hands and feet; Flora will show you the additional strapping we use with patients later in the week."

The doctor selected some leather wristlets: bands that encircled each wrist secured by sturdy buckles. Flora, compliantly held up each arm in turn as Patience attached a band to each. "Now clip them on." Just as she herself had been immobilised, she now positioned each arm above Flora's head and clipped it to the fastening.

Patience decided to take the initiative. Looking inside the cupboard, she selected a long thin strap that looked similar to the one with which she had been tied. Flora, without being asked, raises her knees off the bed and let her knees fall apart with her feet together. Patience expertly secured the leather strap around her feet and ankles. Now, Flora was ready.

"That's very good: almost ready to begin. You must ensure sure that your patient is sufficiently exposed: you will have oil on your hands. You can't be adjusting their clothing later."

Patience looked down at Flora; she looked extremely exposed already. Her pale legs spread wide, the pink gash of her sex, the gingery red of her pubic hair.

"The breasts: we always start with the breasts." And indeed, her breasts were still covered by the white cotton of the chemise. Restrained as she now was, there was nothing that Flora could do to assist her new colleague in this task. Patience set to work, carefully undoing the remaining buttons and folding the sides apart.

Flora's breasts were a surprise to Patience: they were quite tiny. Lying flat her chest showed no delineation of contour; only the small pink nipples directed and held the gaze. Then, as if she was growing accustomed to poor light, Patience began to discern that the buds were raised on the shallowest of mounds. The subtleness of their form invited a more tactile exploration.

Patience poured a generous helping of the oil into her hands. Leaning forward she allowed her fingertips to glide down Flora's sternum, before moving outward for the upstroke. Her fingers detected the tissue that was so hard to see, and she heard Flora gasp as her fingertips moved upward. Carefully, slowly and methodically she circled the pink buds, over and over. Then finally she squeezed and rolled each nipple between finger and thumb, and pulled gently. Flora sighed.

"Very good." The doctor had observed carefully and had passed no comment until now. "Are you ready to move on?"

Could Patience do this, could she touch another woman so intimately? Flora lay on the treatment couch before her, legs spread wide, her small breasts bared. Her sex exposed. All Patience had to do was to provide the massage as she had been instructed. She had been the recipient so many times, and that had felt good, but now she was to be the provider not the receiver. She summoned up all her courage.



Patience's Close Call



To my readers,

I wrote this story about Patience and Langdon, my brother-sister lovers from "Patience's Virtue," in response to a request from a reader. The original story was written in 1998, so this one has been updated a little with cell phones and my current interests. I hope that it retains the feel of the original story. Enjoy!

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Part One

It was half past nine at night, and Patience and Lauren were driving through a bad part of town. Lauren had known it was a risky idea to cut through this depressed area on the south side, but her regular route was blocked for construction, and the bypass was much longer.

Now, as the dark-haired, attractive Lauren steered her car deeper onto streets littered with trash and lined with tenements and dilapidated houses, she knew she'd made a mistake. Streetlights were few and far between, and there were usually groups of five to ten youths loitering underneath them. They were mostly African-American kids, some wearing gang colors, some not. Occasionally, the groups were Hispanic. Neither Patience nor Lauren had seen a police car since they entered the area.

Patient, blond-haired, slender, with her blue eyes wider than usual with anxiety, said, "I don't think we belong down here, Lauren."

"I don't know," Lauren replied wryly, "let's ask them." They drove past another group of yelling, catcalling kids. A couple of times, boys had actually ventured into the street as if to stop the car. Lauren had set her jaw and driven on.

They came to a particularly dark section of the street. Here there were no houses, only warehouses, locked and shuttered for the night. Lauren breathed a sigh of relief. They were past the worst of it now. Another mile and they would hit a cross street that would take them into a better part of town and home.

Patience Mackenzie and Lauren Black were faculty and student, respectively, at North Central College. Patience was a graduate student in Fine Arts, and Lauren was an Associate Professor of English. The two women were friends and sometime lovers. Lauren had had a late class, and had offered to give Patience a ride home from the library. This would save Patience's brother Langdon a trip to the campus. The two women had gone out for coffee. Their conversation had lasted longer than they anticipated, and now they found themselves out at nine forty-five in a bad part of town. Still, they considered their time well spent.

Patience had short, blond hair cut in a pixie. She was tall and slender, with an upturned nose and pale blue eyes that held a hint of the sensuality lurking beneath. Lauren was shorter, voluptuous, with brown eyes and hair that fell to her shoulders. She was intense and intelligent, and more than a match intellectually for any man. But she preferred women, particularly Patience Mackenzie.

The topic that had kept them so late the coffee shop happened to be the one male Lauren enjoyed a physical relationship with. Langdon Garroway was Patience's brother and fraternal twin. They had been separated when they were young, but had found each other years later. By that time, Langdon had been adopted by his foster parents, the Garroways.

Their reunion had been intensely emotional. The two siblings had moved in together and it had not been long before their emotional attachment had become physical. Both Patience and Langdon had felt they had found their perfect soul mate and sexual partner. However, that did not preclude them inviting another person, invariably female, into their union. That was where Lauren came in. 

Patience and Lauren had drunk several cups of coffee, discussing the possibility of Lauren coming to live with the two siblings. It had not been Langdon that brought it up. Patience had come up with the idea. Although she loved Langdon with all her heart and body, she still craved a woman's caresses. She loved Langdon's large cock, but she also loved Lauren's sweet furry pussy. (Lauren did not shave down there.)

The two women had gotten so excited that they had decided to present the idea to Langdon that night. Secretly, Lauren had a few doubts, but Patience was so sure it would work that she decided to go along, for now.

They had turned off the campus, intending to follow the usual route to Patience and Langdon's apartment. Patience dialed home on her cell phone, and Langdon picked up.

"Hello," he said, sleepily.

"Hey," she said. "Did I wake you up?"

"I fell asleep on the couch. What time is it?" he asked.

"About nine-twenty. Lauren and I were talking and the time got away from us. We'll be home in about twenty minutes," Patience explained.

"Okay," Langdon said. "Be careful."

"We will. I love you," Patience said.

"Love you, too," Langdon replied.

Now it was nine-fifty, and they were overdue. Langdon would be worried. Still, it seemed that the worst was behind them. In the distance, just before the side street they were heading for was another street light with a group of about four or five youths clustered under it. Once past them, they would be in the clear. Patience began dialing home on her cell to let Langdon know where they were.

Just at that moment, the car, an old Saturn, lurched and began slowing down, losing power. "Oh shit," Lauren swore. On the dashboard, the "Gen" light glowed. Lauren managed to get the care to the curb before it ground to a halt. She turned the key in the ignition but it would not restart.

"What's wrong?" Patience asked nervously.

"It's probably the alternator," Lauren said. "I've been meaning to get it looked at."

Patience started to say something about the prudence of taking a malfunctioning car into a bad part of town, but thought better of it at the last minute. Lauren turned on the hazard flashers. Patience snapped, "Don't do that! Look down the street."

Lauren looked, and her face went white. The gang, attracted by the hazard flashers, had begun pointing at them. Some of the boys were walking toward them. Lauren quickly turned the flashers off, but it was too late.

"Oh shit oh shit oh shit!" Lauren said.

"I don't think we should wait for them to get here," Patience said, a tremor in her voice.

"Me neither," said Lauren.

Patience said, forcing herself to be calm, "Get your purse and your phone. We are going to walk away from the car and find a place to hide."

"Isn't it safer to just wait for help?" Lauren asked.

"Not this time. I didn't see a policeman anywhere around here. I definitely am not going to wait until those guys get here."

"But...," Lauren started to say.

"Listen to me!" Patience cut in, "If we stay here, we're going to get raped, pure and simple. Maybe worse. We're going to leave this car and find a place to hide. "We'll call the police then." She thrust Lauren's purse at her and said, "Now move it!" 

By now, a couple of the boys had approached to within a hundred yards of the car. When they saw the two women exit the car and duck down a side street, out of view, they yelled to the others and began running.

Patience and Lauren moved as quickly and quietly as they could into the darkness of the side street. Patience had the presence of mind to note the name, Canal Street. Lauren, in high heels, removed her shoes reluctantly—they been her favorites—and threw them into a wastebasket. On stockinged feet, she was quieter, but no quicker than before.

They moved along the side of an abandoned building. The windows had been broken long ago, but someone had remembered to lock the street level doors. Patience tried each door as they came to them, only to find them locked. Behind them, in the pool of light thrown by a streetlight, she could see the Saturn. Several of the boys had reached it and were standing around it, obviously looking for the occupants. The two women heard the sound of glass breaking.

"Those little shits," Lauren said. "I wish I could kick their collective asses."

"Don't worry about the car now," Patience whispered fiercely. "Let's just find a place to hide."

In the distance, Patience heard one of the boys say, "Where'd those two bitches go?"

Another one, perhaps a leader, said, "Spread out and find them. We gonna have some fun tonight!"

"Yeah," another one said. "They was both white, too! I love me some white pussy!"

Patience had been steadily moving, steadily trying doorknobs. Unbelievably, one turned in her hand. She pulled the door open and peered into the darkness within. It was all blackness and silence. She really didn't want to go in, but there was no choice.

Patience grabbed Lauren, who was standing on the sidewalk trembling with fear, and pulled her inside. She quietly pulled the door shut behind her, wishing she could lock it as well. Broken glass crunched underfoot, and Lauren yelped as a piece cut her. 

"Shhhh!" Patience hissed.

From out of her purse, Patience produced a miniature flashlight. In its dim light she could see that they were in an office of some sort. It had long been abandoned and there was no furniture, but there was a hallway leading back into the building, with door that indicated other offices. Patience grabbed Lauren and they began trying the doors. The first two were locked, but the third door opened into a small, foul-smelling bathroom. Both women went inside, closed the door and stood quietly. The only sound was their breathing. Patience hoped there were no spiders. The only thing that could make her lose it was spiders.

More alarmingly, she began to feel tight in her chest. This was the initial symptom of an asthma attack. Carefully, she felt around in her purse for her inhaler, then swore to herself as the realized that she'd left it at home. She tried taking slow deep breaths to calm herself. It helped a little.

The two women could hear the voices of the boys as they approached. Though muffled, the phrases "...white bitches..." and "...white pussy..." could be heard.

Patience waited until the voices faded, then quietly opened her cell phone. "Thank god," she whispered when she saw that she had three out of four bars. She dialed 911 and waited.

The operator came on. "911 emergency, can you hold?"

Before Patience could reply, the line went silent. She was on hold. Time dragged on. Thirty seconds seemed like thirty minutes. Then, the unthinkable happened. The call dropped. "Shit!" Patience swore furiously. She considered dialing again, but decided against it. Instead, she called home. Langdon answered on the first ring.

"Where the hell are you, Patience?" he sounded pissed.

"Langdon, don't get mad. We need help. Lauren's car broke down." Patience, for the first time that night, felt like crying.

"Okay, where are you? I'll come get you," he said.

"Well, that's a problem. We had to cut through a bad part of town."

"Okay," Langdon said slowly. "Exactly where are you?" he repeated.

"We're hiding in an abandoned building on Canal Street," Patience whispered, knowing he would be mad.

But he wasn't mad. Or, at least, he didn't sound mad. Instead, his voice got very quiet. "Why did you leave the car, Patience?"

"Because there's group of boys and they're looking for us," she whispered. "We were afraid to stay with the car."

"Have you called the police?" Still the same calm voice.

"Yes, but the call got dropped."

"Okay, darling, this is what I want you to do. Stay very quiet, hunker down, and I'm going to come get you. I'll pull up outside the building you're in and honk the horn three times in succession, wait a few seconds, and honk again three more times. I'll do that until I see you. Patience, do I hear you wheezing?" Langdon asked.

"Yes," Patience answered.

"Do you have your inhaler?"

"No," she answered.

"Okay," Langdon said. "Take deep breaths and stay calm. I'll be there as soon as I can."

Patience told him exactly where they were. She thanked her lucky stars that she'd paid attention to the street sign as they looked for their hiding place.

Patience and Lauren settled down to wait. Another call to the police was also put on hold and dropped. "Well, I guess we wait for Langdon," Patience whispered to Lauren.

Outside, the voices of the boys waxed and waned. Both women nearly screamed when a glass window shattered in the office outside. They almost screamed again when somebody pounded on the door that opened onto the street.

At home, Langdon quickly put on jeans, a leather jacket, and his heavy work boots. He went to his closet, reached up on one of the shelves, and pulled down a Smith & Wesson 9mm semi-automatic pistol. He jammed a full clip into the handle, and stuck another in a pocket of his jacket. He also grabbed one of Patience's aluminum softball bats. After tucking the pistol into his pants, he ran outside to his car, a silver late-model Toyota. He checked himself: keys, gun, bat, phone, flashlight. He was as ready as he was ever going to get. Peeling rubber, he sped out of the parking lot.

In the hiding place, all was quiet for a while. Ten minutes went by, and Patience began to allow herself a little hope. She opened the door of the bathroom a peeked down the hall towards the office. Dim streetlight shone through the newly broken window. Then fear, bright and cold, washed over her as a shadow passed quietly in front of the window. She heard it then, the sound of the doorknob turning. She turned, ashen-faced, to Lauren and put her finger to her lips. The doorknob squeaked as it turned, and then the door was pushed open.

"Why didn't you check this one before, you dumb motherfucker?" said a peevish teenaged male voice. There was no reply.

Patience could hear glass crunching as the intruder made his way carefully into the room. "I know those white whores are in here. " the voice said. "I'm gonna get me a blowjob from a caw—casian bitch tonight." 

"And then what?" another voice asked.

"What the fuck do you think?" the first voice answered.

"Oh," came the reply.

Both Patience and Lauren could easily guess what he meant.

And then, Patience heard the first voice say, "What the fuck is that? Go check it out."

A few seconds later, the second voice said, "It's a car driving down the street, real slow."

"What kind of car?" asked First Voice.

"Looks like a silver Camry," replied Second Voice.

"Hunh," First Voice said. "What would some motherfucker be doing in this part of town tonight? Especially driving a nice car like that."

"I don't know," said Second Voice.

"Of course you don't know," said First Voice. "'Cause you a dumb motherfucker."

About that time, Patience and Lauren, and quite possibly the two boys in the office, nearly pissed themselves as two shots rang out, outside in the street. There was the sound of a car being gunned and racing past the door. First Voice said, "That motherfucker!" and there was the sound of crunching glass as he ran back out through the door. More crunching glass indicated that Second Voice had obediently followed. The two women were once again alone.

Minutes passed. More shots rang out. Then there was the sound of a car again, outside the door. A horn sounded three times. Patience looked at Lauren and said wheezily, "It's Langdon. Let's go." She grabbed the dark-haired woman's hand, shoved the bathroom door open and ran down the hall to the office door. It was still open. In the street outside, she could see Langdon's silver Camry. He was looking anxiously in their direction. He honked the horn again. Patience paused at the doorway and looked both ways down the street. To the right, about one hundred yards away, the group of thugs was pointing at Langdon's car and yelling. The boys began running towards Langdon. "Come on!!" Patience said to Lauren, and hand-in-hand, both women burst through the door and ran to the car.

Patience grabbed the door handle. Locked!

"It's locked!" she screamed, and Langdon quickly hit the switch, unlocking the door. Patience threw Lauren into the front seat and climbed in behind her. They boys were closer now, and one could be seen leveling a pistol at them.

Langdon raised his own pistol and, carefully aiming high, fired five or six times at the group of running boys. They all stopped and crouched down behind garbage cans or beside the building. He stomped on the gas, turned hard left, and left smoking tire prints in the street as he raced away. He drove fast as until he reached the end of the street, then abruptly slowed and turned the corner. Just as he did so, he passed a police car, lights and sirens going, headed in the direction from which he'd just come. The police car turned onto Canal Street and disappeared.

"Are you guys okay?" Langdon asked anxiously.

"I'm okay," Lauren said.

"What about you, Patience?" he asked.

He felt his heart sink as he looked at his sister. She was slumped in the seat, gasping for breath. He could hear her audible wheezing. There was a scared look in her eyes, and her color was not good. "I need my inhaler," she managed to croak.

"I can see that," Langdon said. He reached into his pocket and brought it out. Patience, her hands shaking, took four inhalations quickly, then closed her eyes and sat back in the seat, trying to catch her breath.

Speaking very carefully, Langdon asked, "Sis, do you need to go to the hospital?"

Patience took a little while to answer. Gradually, her breathing seemed to ease. "No, brother, it's getting better. I think I'll be all right."

"Patience, don't lie..." Langdon began.

"I'll be okay, Langdon honey. Just let the medicine work."

Driving quickly but carefully, Langdon steered the car home. He and Lauren helped Patience into the house. Langdon gave her a nebulizer treatment. They undressed her, put on her pajamas, and laid her in the big bed she shared with Langdon. Still wheezing slightly, Patience asked, "When are you coming to bed?"

"In just a few minutes, I promise," Langdon replied.

In the living room, Lauren ran to the young man and embraced him, hugging him fiercely, kissing him, and finally bursting into tears. She cried hard for about ten minutes, saying, "I was so scared! It was so stupid of me to take such a risk!"

Langdon held her and let her cry. Then he said, "We had a close call tonight, but now it's over and we're back safe at home. But Lauren, please promise me that you'll never take a chance like that again. I really like you and I don't want anything to happen to you." He kissed her gently. She kissed him back eagerly. "Now, are you sleeping here tonight?" 

"If it's all right, unless you want to take me home."

"No, I'm not leaving Patience tonight. I'll get some pillows and blankets. You can sleep on the couch." He got up and left the room.

Lauren felt terrible. She hoped that she hadn't ruined her chance to be with the siblings because of her mistake. She would have loved to sleep with them in the big bed, but it wouldn't be right, not tonight. She decided to just be happy she was safe and alive.

Fifteen minutes later, Langdon crawled into bed beside his sleeping sister. Her wheezes had subsided. Her breathing was easy, normal. "I was scared and you saved me, "she murmured. "Saved me again."

Whispering into her ear, Langdon said, "Sis, I would do it every hour of every day for the rest of my life, for you. Never forget that."

Patience chuckled sleepily, reached up and caressed his face, and fell fast asleep.

Part Two

The next morning Langdon, after making sure Patience was all right and giving her a nebulizer treatment, ferried Lauren around while she rented a car and made sure that the Saturn was taken care of. There was no telling what kind of shape it was going to be in today, but she wasn't going back into that area of town, even in daylight.

Patience had no classes that day, but Langdon had two classes and his part-time job at the bookstore to go to. He wouldn't be home until six p.m. That morning, Patience and Lauren promised him a surprise for saving them.




Patience's Close Call



At five after six, Langdon walked through the door of the apartment to find Patience and Lauren waiting for him dressed in nothing more than sheer, skimpy lingerie. They greeted him by yelling "Surprise!" and running to him, hugging and kissing him. "You're our hero," Patience said, her pretty blue eyes shining. She was wearing a light purple babydoll and her dark nipples, nicely erect, were clearly visible through the fabric. Her cute thong panties framed her tight little butt perfectly. Lauren wore a sheer black nightgown and, it was obvious, nothing else underneath.

On the stove, pasta and alfredo sauce bubbled. There was a plate of grilled chicken breasts as well. "Smells good," he said appreciatively, leaning down between them to sniff their perfume, "and so does the food."

The two women laughed. "And how do you like our outfits?" Lauren asked, striking a pose.

"You both look beautiful. If this is what I get to come home to, I'll have to rescue you more often," Langdon said.

Lauren looked serious for a moment. "We were really in danger last night, and you came along like our own special knight and saved us."

Patience handed Langdon a bottle of wine. "Here, Brother, make yourself useful and open this."

He opened the bottle and poured three glasses. He tasted the wine. It was a smooth, creamy Chardonnay. He savored the taste for a moment, then said, "Good choice, whoever picked out the wine."

"That would be me," Lauren said. "I thought it would go nicely with the pasta."

"Why don't you take a quick shower and by the time you get back, we'll have the table set and we can eat," Patience said. "After that, we're going to show you how much we appreciate you." She sidled up to him and gave his cock a quick squeeze through his pants.

"Oh, and don't wear too many clothes when you come back out," Lauren put in.

Langdon took his wine with him as he walked back to the bedroom. He could already feel his cock stiffening. He stripped and showered quickly, then put on a clean white tee shirt and his pajama bottoms.

When he walked back into the living room, he held out his arms and asked, "How's this?"

Patience said, "Perfect. Oh, and I can already tell you're glad to see us." Langdon looked down sheepishly at his erect cock poking at the thin material of his bottoms.

"We'll have to help you with that, Langdon," Lauren said.

"Langdon honey, would you mind dimming the lights and lighting some candles?" Patience asked.

"Not at all," he said. He did just that, and also put on a CD of some mellow rock.

The meal was salad, fettuccine alfredo with grilled chicken, and more of the Chardonnay. All three young people ate heartily, finishing the first bottle of wine and opening a second. By the end of the meal, they were a little tipsy.

"Langdon, I have a question," Patience said.

"Okay," he replied.

"You didn't actually shoot anybody last night, did you?" she asked.

"Of course not," he said. "I aimed to miss."

"Did you expect to have to use the gun? I mean, were you prepared to shoot someone if you had to?" She looked at him closely.

Langdon took a sip of wine and considered the question. He wanted to say the right thing, but he also wanted to tell the truth. Although he and Patience were brother and sister, and they loved each other, he also knew that she was opposed to violence. Patience didn't have it in her to hurt someone. Langdon, on the other hand, saw things differently. Had it come to it, he would have shot anyone he thought was really attempting to hurt his sister. Shot them without hesitation.

"Sis," he said quietly, "the absolute last thing I wanted was for anyone to get hurt last night. Anyone. But if you had been in imminent danger, real danger, I would have done anything I had to do to get you safely away." He said this looking into her eyes and meaning every word.

Patience sighed and said, "Okay."

"Did you have a plan when you drove up?" Lauren asked. "I mean, how did you know what to do?"

"I played it by ear," Langdon replied. I knew where you two were. I saw a guy standing in the door to the office. I had to draw him and the others away to give you a chance to escape. I figured that shooting over their heads and driving away would make them come out and shoot at me. Luckily, that's what they did."

"Yes. But they could have decided to just hunker down and wait for you to come back," Lauren said.

"That's true," Langdon said, "but I thought that getting shot at in their own territory by a slow moving car would make them mad enough to follow me. Once they did that, I just drove quickly around the block and picked you two up where they'd left you. I will say this though: my hand was trembling when I fired. And I was praying that they would miss me and my car if they shot back."

Patience shivered a little. "I'm so glad it worked out. I don't want to think about what might have happened."

A little later, they had moved to the living room couch. Langdon was between the two women. He and Patience were kissing passionately while Lauren began stroking his cock through the thin material of his pajama bottoms.

"Baby, that feels so good," he said.

"Yes, Landon dear, I'm dying to suck your cock. But I need for you to do something for me first," Lauren said. She crawled up into his arms, cuddling. Her perfume washed over him. He felt a drop of moisture and looked at her. She was crying.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

"Well, I took a big risk last night, driving my car through that part of town," she said, lowering her eyes.

"What are you getting at, darling?"

"Well, since I put both you and Patience in danger last night, I think I should be punished."

"Punished how, Lauren?" Langdon asked.

"I think I should be spanked, good and hard, on my bare bottom," Lauren whispered.

Langdon, his eyes glittering, said, "I think you are right." Langdon had long admired Lauren's curves and especially her firm round butt. "Okay then, take off your nightgown and get over my knees."

Lauren stood in front of Langdon and slowly lifted her filmy nightgown over her head. Her smooth skin and voluptuous curves came into view. His gaze moved upward from her bushy, yet well-trimmed pussy, to her heavy breasts. Her nipples were dark and excited, jutting out proudly. She threw the garment to the side and lay across his knees. 

"Don't spare me, Langdon. Spank me hard," she said.

"I intend to," he said. "Now spread your legs."

Trembling, Lauren spread her legs, exposing her brown butthole and furry slit. A drop of milky moisture decorated her delicate labia minora. Patience, kneeling beside the darker woman, gave her pussy a long, slow lick. "Ohh!" Lauren gasped as pleasure coursed through her.

Then Langdon began spanking her white, upturned bottom. He gave her ten sharp, stinging blows. She clenched her teeth and grimaced with pain, grunting with each stroke. Her ass started to get pink. Ten more blows rained down upon her tender bottom. Lauren felt tears stinging her eyes. Her body sang with feelings and emotions she could not control. There was pain mixed with pleasure as Langdon's punishment only heightened the burning need in her now flowing pussy. There was humiliation at the punishment and the mistake she'd made to bring the spanking on, and yet with each blow, she felt better. She was paying the price for her mistake, and when the punishment was over, all would be forgiven, and then maybe Patience would kiss it all better.

After ten more hard slaps, Langdon decided that Lauren had been punished enough. her ass was a bright pink, yet it was not blistered. She squirmed with mingled pain and pleasure on his lap. "Have you had enough, Lauren?" he asked sternly.

"Oh yes, sir," she sobbed. "I've learned my lesson. I'll never take another chance like that again."

"Good girl," he said. "Now I have one more thing for you to do."

"What is that, sir?"

"I want you to get between my legs and suck my cock. I want to look into your eyes while you do it. And I want you to swallow my semen. Will you do that for me?"

"Oh yes sir," Lauren said.

"And while you're doing that, Patience, if she wants, can kiss your sore butt and make it all better. Will you do that for Lauren, Patience?"

"Yes, Langdon darling," said Patience.

"Okay, then let's get started. Lauren, pull down my pajamas."

Lauren knelt in front of Langdon and pulled down his pajama bottoms. His thick, nine-inch cock came into view and she gasped a little. The head was purplish and obviously bursting with need. A faint cock scent came to her and she nuzzled it a little with her lips and tongue. Lauren generally preferred women, but she made an exception for Langdon. He had never disappointed her.

Eagerly she took his cock into her mouth, sucking him ardently and long, working down its entire length. She moaned with pleasure and satisfaction as she did so, loving the taste and feel of his cock in her mouth. At the same time, she felt the warm tingling of Patience's lips and tongue across the smarting globes of her bottom. Patience scraped her fingernails across Lauren's reddened ass gently, sending the darker woman into shivers of delight. She left a little trail of saliva on Lauren's skin as she made her way to her pussy and asshole.

All three young people purred as the pleasure of their coupling ratcheted upward. Lauren's mouth moved smoothly up and down on Langdon's cock, tonguing his full length. She paused at the top, flicking the bulbous head and lapping at the steady steam of pre-cum flowing out. Behind her, Patience's warm wet tongue explored the folds of her pussy, seeking out all the nooks and crannies, and drinking deeply of her womanly dew. Then Patience headed away from her vagina, went exploring and ended up in the puckered niche of Lauren's anus. Lauren grunted deeply in excitement and spread her thighs wide, opening her butt cheeks to their maximum as Patience rimmed Lauren's asshole before piercing it with her tongue. 

Lauren grasped Langdon's cock, jamming her mouth down on it, taking him deeply into her throat as she writhed in ecstasy on Patience's talented, questing tongue. Lauren's tongue wrapped around Langdon's member and she applied steady, gentle suction, determined to get the semen he was saving for her. Patience spread Lauren's cheeks ever wider, tasting and smelling fully the darker woman's sweet and musky pussy and asshole. She put her tongue as far as possible into Lauren's anus, working it in and out. She slipped two, then three fingers into Lauren's pussy, all the while continuing her oral attack on her tight wet butthole. Her lips moved again, this time ending up at Lauren's clit, which she sucked and tongued with soft, urgent kisses. She was determined to bring the darker woman to a shattering orgasm.

During this time, when her eyes hadn't been closed in concentration and satisfaction, Lauren had been looking into Langdon's eyes. She saw genuine love and unbridled lust, but when they began to lose focus, Lauren knew that Langdon was concentrating on his own pleasure, getting ready to cum. Very soon, he would reward her efforts with his hot manly sperm. In drinking his sperm, Lauren hoped she would redeem herself in his eyes.

"Oh baby, I'm going to cum very soon," Langdon said, going limp and letting his head fall back. Gently he stroked her hair. Unconsciously, he began thrusting forward, fucking her mouth with short, intent strokes that caused him pleasure so intense it was nearly painful. His cock swelled in her mouth and he grunted. There was a slight pause, and then gouts of thick hot cum erupted from Langdon's cock into Lauren's eager, hungry mouth.

At the same time, Patience's ministrations to Lauren's cunt had their desired effect. Lauren's scream was muffled by a mouthful of spewing cock as her own climax went through her like a bolt of white-hot lightning. Shock after shock of pleasure rocked her as she fought to suck and swallow Langdon's semen.

Finally, it was enough for both Langdon and Lauren. He carefully disengaged Lauren from him, noting her disappointment at losing her treat. He saw her throat move as she swallowed the last of his tangy cum. Lauren threw herself onto his lap as the pleasure from Patience's tongue became too intense. She convulsed in orgasm several more times as she lay there hugging him. Langdon cradled her head on his lap, caressing her neck and shoulders. She was sobbing in pleasure and relief.

"Oh sweet Lauren, that was so good," Langdon said. "I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did."

She looked up at him, tears in her eyes. "I love you, Langdon."

"I love you too, darling," he replied, kissing her deeply. He could still taste his semen on her tongue.

"Hey, don't forget about me," Patience said, smiling.

"That will never happen," Langdon said, but I've got to recover for a while before I can cum again."

"Well," Patience said, "why don't we go into the bedroom where we can relax? I'm dying to have my pussy eaten."

The three lovers went into Patience and Langdon's bedroom where the soft, king-sized bed awaited them. Patience got nude and lay on the bed between Langdon and Lauren. The love-making began again, and soon the room was filled with murmurs of delight as kisses were exchanged, breasts suckled, wet pussies probed and touched. Patience lay on her back while Langdon and Lauren took turns licking and kissing her pussy to the accompaniment of the blond girl's squeals of delight.

Langdon's cock started to grow hard again, and he left Lauren between Patience's slender thighs and moved to the head of the bed. Patience gripped his cock and began sucking it, loving the taste and smell of it. Meanwhile, Lauren's eager mouth and tongue caused Patience to cum for the first of many times that night.

Reluctantly, she took her mouth off Langdon's engorged cock and said, "I want to try something different tonight, Langdon honey."

"What would you like, baby?" Langdon asked.

"I want you to fist me," Patience said.

"Whoa girl," Langdon said. "Are you sure? My hands are sort of big, you know."

"I know, but I still want it. If I can take that big cock of yours in my ass, then I should be able to take a fist in my pussy."

"Okay, if you say so," Langdon said. He seemed reluctant, but Patience and Langdon both noted that his cock had sprung to a full, hard erection.

Langdon and Lauren positioned Patience carefully. She was lying on her back, a pillow under her hips. Her lightly furred pussy seemed awfully small, but Langdon rationalized that if something as large as a baby could come out, then his fist could go in.

He leaned down and kissed her passionately. "You're sure you want this?"

"Yes, I'm sure. Just go slowly. After last night, after the risk you took for me, I want to show you how much I love you and trust you."

While Langdon got ready by applying lots of lubrication to his meaty paw, Lauren took the opportunity to once again crawl between Patience's thighs and eat her pussy until she orgasmed with gasps of pleasure.

Langdon knelt beside his sister, his hand well lubricated. She spread her legs wide, looking up at him with mingled excitement and fear.

He started with two fingers, working them in and out smoothly, massaging the soft, moist walls of her cunt. Patience was already excited, and her pussy oozed natural lubrication. She closed her eyes, absorbing his fingers, giving out urgent cries of pleasure. He added another finger, stretching her a little more. He was gentle, but firm, purposely working the opening to her cunt. She frowned and grunted and he quickly asked, "Too much?"

"No," she replied tartly. "Keep going."

He probed deeply, massaging her G-spot, then leaned down and lashed her excited clit with his tongue. She smiled and opened her eyes, running her fingers through his hair. Four fingers went in. This time, she thrust her hips forward, overcome by the pleasure, lost in the moment, almost in a trance. He closed his fingers tightly together, making his hand as small as possible. "How's that?" he asked anxiously.

"It's, it's okay," she said breathlessly, writhing and thrusting at his hand, hungry for the feeling.

Patience's pussy was very tight and muscular. He could feel her strength. He bent down once again, quickly bringing her to climax. As she came, he could feel the contractions around his fingers.

They stayed like this for a few moments, Langdon working his four fingers slowly in and out of Patience, adding lube when necessary, stretching her and getting her ready for the final push.

He took his hand out, added lubricant for the final time, folded his hand tightly and tucked his thumb in. He kissed her again. "Are you ready?" he asked.

"Let's do it, baby," Patience said quietly, looking into his eyes.

Langdon put his well-lubed hand at the entrance to her pussy and slowly began inserting it. The small opening resisted, but gradually gave way to him. Patience's face was a mixture of pleasure and pain. Her brow was furrowed, but her mouth was open. She looked at him with complete trust. As he entered her slowly, whimpers came from her mouth.

The most difficult time was here. Langdon's four finger and thumb were firmly embedded in Patience. What was left was his knuckles. This was most certainly going to cause Patience considerable pain. "Okay, baby, only my knuckles are left." he said. "Do you want to go on?"

Barely able to form the words, Patience said through clenched teeth, "Don't stop, Langdon! I want this! Don't stop! Just go slow!"

"Okay, but if you start to tear..."

"Just do it!" she said fiercely, her eyes clouded with pain and pleasure.

Langdon took a deep breath. He slowly pushed his hand into Patience's widening pussy. She groaned and sobbed and writhed and grabbed his wrist. He started to pull back but she said "No!" and pulled his wrist toward her.

Lauren, kneeling beside the couple, had never seen anything like it. The level of trust and love Langdon and Patience shared was truly phenomenal. They were in their own world right now. Lauren could only look on and marvel. She wouldn't have thought that the slender Patience with her tight little twat could take anything as big as Langdon's hand, but she was doing it.

The widest part of his hand was in the opening now, and Patience was literally sobbing with pain. There were tears in her eyes, but she had a firm grasp on Langdon's wrist and would not let him go.

"A little more, darling, just a little more," Patience gasped.

His sister's pussy was the strongest thing Langdon had ever felt. Slowly, his hand, knuckles and all, disappeared into Patience. A final push and he was fully inside.

She felt like a boneless fist around him. As his knuckles cleared, Patience cried out, "OH GOD!!" Then she became still. Her eyes were closed.

"What now?" Langdon asked.

"Curl your hand into a fist and try moving it a little," Patience said.

He did so, carefully working it back and forth. Patience immediately convulsed in the most powerful orgasm of her life. Her entire body went rigid, galvanized, as wave after wave of pleasure/pain rolled through her. Her pussy contracted over and over, squeezing Langdon's hand uncomfortably. Finally, Patience became still. "Okay," she said, "take him out—slowly."

Langdon uncurled his hand and carefully began backing out. As he did so, she spasmed once more. When his knuckled cleared, she groaned in relief. He removed his hand.

For a few seconds, Patience laid there, a smile on her face. Her pussy was stretched, for sure, but slowly returning to normal. Langdon saw a tiny spot of blood on the pillow beneath her hips. She opened her eyes and looked at him. 

"Hi," she said.She held out her arms. "Come here and fuck me."

Langdon didn't need to be told twice. His own need was painfully urgent. He got between his sister's legs and gratefully sank his cock into her wet but stretched pussy. True, she was loose, but not that loose, and she still felt wonderful. Their lips came together in a crushing kiss as he began thrusting inside her with abandon.




Patience's Close Call



Murmured endearments, gasps of pleasure, pleading half-sobs all combined in a lustful symphony as Patience and Langdon made love. It was a true blending of hearts and souls and bodies. Langdon felt himself being consumed by his sister. He gave himself totally to her. She in turn reveled in his hard, muscular body, demanding all, taking all. And she was ready to give him all.

Again and again, she cried out in pleasure as Langdon's cock plundered her depths. She became wetter, more grasping. Her pussy massaged his cock from root to tip, seeking his sperm, his wonderful balm for her sore, abused cunt.

"Oh Patience my love," he gasped, "I'm gonna cum in your sweet pussy!"

"Cum baby. Give Sister all your love, all your cum. I yearn for your cock, your cum. Fill me up, Langdon!"

His pleasure peaked and so did hers, and together, as his balls emptied their seed into her waiting body, they rode a tidal wave of ecstasy.

They moved until they could move no more. Trembling with fatigue, they fell apart, then immediately came back together again, clasping each other, unwilling to let go. "Love you love you love you Langdon," Patience said.

"Love you love you love you Patience," Langdon replied.

They fell asleep in each other's arms.



Patience's Reward



Morning light was pouring in through the bedroom windows when I squeezed up closer behind my girl, the blanket having gone missing some time during the night. Even during this time of year it wasn't necessary, not here in Los Angeles anyway. It was more of a comfort thing. The cool air coming in felt pretty good.

My girlfriend didn't always agree, though. During the night she had gradually scrunched herself up until her curved hips were pushed, rather inadvertently, upwards in a very seductive pose. It only accentuated her little waist and, if it wasn't pushed up tight against my crotch, her perfect rear end.

I carefully edged myself over her tanned body and peeked over the side. Yep, there was the blanket in a pile next to the bed. And as I expected, the alarm clock too. I tilted my head to check the time again. 8:22.

I swept her long brunette hair away from her face and nestled my arm in the crook of her waist. She had buried her head into her pillow, just one eye showing over freckled cheeks. She was sound asleep.

"Payshe, wake up, honey." I whispered in her ear. No response.

I pulled together my most authoritative tone and tried again, much louder.

"Patience Scott, you wake up right now." That got a response.

She groaned and pushed her head further into the pillow, then wiggled her ass back at me. "Quickie time?"

I shook my head. "Uh-uh."

One sleepy brown eye opened, narrowed at me. "Clock fell over?" Patience whispered suspiciously.

"Uh huh."

Her eyes went wide and she sprung out of bed. She was already out of the room and down the hall, the sound of a shower door swinging shut before I had even closed my mouth.

Ah, the joys of a 9-5. We both worked the same hours but at different stores -- her, at a bank just around the corner, myself at an electronic retail store downtown. It's amazing what kind of people you meet when you're cashing your paycheck. It's crazy how horny a gorgeous little bank teller can be. Always the ones you never suspect...

One year together next month and our sex life was still as rampant as it had been when we met. I guess that's what happens when two kids just out of college get together. I was impressed to find a girl who could finally keep up with my own needs; sometimes she even surpassed them. I loved it. It was too bad we didn't have time for that quickie today.

I squeezed by her nearly-naked body on my way into the shower. She had already finished, and in record time. I let my hand 'accidentally' slide over her towel-wrapped ass as she went by. She gave me a look I couldn't quite decipher. I smiled to myself while I scrubbed clean.

The sound of things being tossed around was clear as I finished up.

"Joseph!" Patience always used the formal of my name when she was playfully annoyed. "Where are my skirts! Did you not wash my -- oh."

I took my time to pull on my clothes, buttoning and belting my khakis as I walked into the living room. She was putting the finishing touches on her eyeliner in front of the entryway mirror, obviously having already found the clothes she was looking for. Damn, but she looked good in her bank outfit.

I pressed up behind her, my arms wrapping around her waist. "You look very pretty today, honey."

Payshe smirked at me. "You say that every day." She looked down to check the time on her cell phone and started pushing at my arms. "I've got to go!"

"It's not that far, you'll make it in time." I ran one hand up her body, taking one of her firm C-cup breasts in my hand and squeezing it gently. Her neckline plunged just between them, the frilly collar covering what otherwise would have bordered on indecent for a banker - especially with that push-up holding them high. As if they needed any help. But that cleavage was impossible to hide when I was mauling her as I was, rubbing my thumb over her nipple and squeezing it between my fingers.

"Baby, I have to go." She had stopped pushing away long before she had said anything.

I breathed hard and nibbled on her neck, her ass wiggling freely back and forth against my crotch as I hardened. She was guiding my other hand down to her long skirt, prompting me to pull it up over her firm thighs, my index finger just inches away from --

Abruptly I stopped. Her eyes shot open instantly.

"Sorry, hon, look at the time. It's almost 9! I got to get across town in three minutes, that'll never happen." Then with another little lick over her ear, "But I am going to love doing the dirtiest things to this sweet little body tonight."

I walked out of our apartment with my car keys in hand even faster than she had launched out of bed earlier, grinning wide.

Only one other employee noticed me come in thirty minutes late. He ran across the room as fast as his pudgy legs would take him, waving his arms at me.

"You're late! You missed orientation! I covered for you... and now I got stuck with another fucking trainee for the whole week! What the fuck, man?"

I shook my fists in mock-despair. "God damn it! Fucking traffic. You know how much I love orientation, Roy. How could you let me fuck it up again?" I tsked and walked away.

It was a very boring work day overall. It usually is. Restocking shelves, telling customers where they can find the low-end LCDs, trying to explain to an elderly woman what a "security dongle" is while keeping a straight face. Immaturity is really my only amusement in this place.

I mostly filled that quota by watching Roy try to train two different people assigned to two separate departments, his striped shirt covered in sweat from all the hustling back and forth, and it wasn't even noon yet. I spend the first few hours of my day waiting for noon.

Somewhere around 11:30, all of the hottest girls of the city come out from whatever rock they hide under here in LA. Those tiny bikini tops and those short shorts may have been why I applied here in the first place, at an electronic superstore right off the beach. Everyone loves a room with a view. They don't even need to come into the store to give one hell of a distraction.

I was helping one such girl pick out DVD players when I got a text message across my phone. She was definitely being a little bit flirty, eyeing up my body and all, and I'll admit that I may have flirted a little back. But hey, I'm a taken guy; I know where the line is. Sometimes approaching that line can bring a little excitement to an otherwise dull day, even if you don't cross it.

The vibrations made me reluctantly pull away from my, well, professional appraisal of such a small skirt as she bent low to pick up the model she had decided on. I decided to tell Roy I was taking my lunch break and headed for the back room.

I flipped through to my recent message from my girlfriend:

"Joseph Im horny and on lunch come fix it pleeeeeeease?"

I grinned. Obviously Patience had been giving tonight a good deal of thought. I started typing back.

"Sorry baby, we're so busy today, no time"

As an afterthought, I unzipped my khakis and tugged my cock out, laying it against my thigh. 7 inches flaccid, I took a picture and attached it to the message with another line below it.

"Maybe you can think of some ways to make it hard tonight."

I hit send and lazily rummaged through the break room fridge for someone else's food to eat.

Rush hour traffic is always a bitch. I bolted out of the store at 5 o'clock sharp, and here I was, almost 6 and just pulling into the complex's parking lot. I checked the mailbox on my way up; empty. Patience was already home and waiting. Oh, how I bet she was waiting. I felt my dick hardening against my thigh just thinking about it.

I turned my key in the lock and stepped inside a dark room. On the far side, the bedroom door was cracked halfway, our light on and begging me to come investigate. No, not the light -- a little too dim for that. Candles. I couldn't wait to see what I had in store for me.

I threw my coat on the couch on my way across and started taking off my belt as I nudged the door open. I was definitely getting hard now.

Lying in the middle of the bed was Patience, lying on her belly with her back arched ever so slightly so that her tight, rounded ass was nothing but an invitation. It was framed by the straps of her garter belt, her stockinged legs ending in open-toed strappy high heels. No panties, but the same push-up bra I had teased her in earlier, the straps of which were hidden by her dark hair laying across her back. Candle light from the bedside table was flickering a reflection of a perfect body across the wall.

She flipped her hair and turned her head towards me, looking as innocent as could be with those big brown eyes. I just smiled and walked straight through to the walk-in closet without a word, where she couldn't see me.

I slipped off my work clothes and got into something more relaxing -- a pair of polyester running pants and nothing else. Tidying myself up in the mirror and taking a few cursory inspections of my body -- still very well toned, to my approval -- I walked back out.

Now she was openly pouting, biting the corner of her lip and giving me puppy dog eyes. Her hips were slowly swaying back and forth, showing off her toned butt. I could see the hint of moisture dripping down her slit between her thighs. She was definitely waiting.

I just kept on walking. Back out, down the hall, into the bathroom. I sorted through the medicine cabinet and found what I was looking for almost immediately, but I waited a few minutes for effect before I returned.

Payshe's eyes were narrowed at me in definite frustration now, her lips twisted in a disapproving frown. She had laid her head over her crossed arms to watch me come back in, giving her a perfect view as I tossed a little bottle towards her. Her eyes followed it, but she didn't move a muscle even when it landed between her shoulder blades. She didn't want to look any more eager than I was.

The massage oil rolled down into the groove of her lower back. The cold of the plastic bottle on her skin made her arch even more, her ass pushed even more deliciously towards me. With still no words said between us, I climbed onto the bed and kneeled over her curvy butt, straddling her between my legs.

I collected the bottle and, without touching her skin, leaned forward and held it over the candles on the bedside table. My chest was inches from her back, I was breathing down her neck, our only contact was through the front of my pants resting against her backside.

I wondered if I heard a groan of frustration when I leaned back with the now-warmed oil, taking my time to open it. Maybe I imagined it. I didn't imagine the purr when I dribbled it up and down her back, then into my hands.

My palms started at her lower back, gripping her firmly with my fingertips brushing along her belly. I began kneading upwards; massaging oil into her skin at her sides, pushing hard as I moved higher and higher across her body. When I got under her arms, I deliberately reached under her to slide my hands across her bra-covered tits, squeezing them roughly. Just as my fingers were reaching the tops and about to touch her naked titflesh, I returned to her back and squeezed her shoulders, milking the muscles between my hands.

Patience's hips were bucking noticeably beneath me, her back curving at such an angle that I worried she might break as she tried to find the right angle to rub against my shaft. It had hardened to its full length of nine and a half inches, resting against my thigh almost painfully.

I ran my fingertips back down her body by way of her spine, trailing down the middle of her back in teasing feathery touches. My girlfriend was unashamedly groaning with frustration now.

My hands wrapped around the mounds of her ass. It's a perfect one. Tight, firm, with just enough something to it to give it that perfect shape. I squeezed her rump determinedly between both hands, now shiny and slick with the oil I was liberally applying to her body.

Both of Payshe's arms came back behind her to grab at my thighs. She was pulling my pants down, my cock springing free and landing between her cheeks.

"Babyyy," she cooed at me.

I took one of her fragile hands in mine and leaned down to wrap our entwined arms around her throat. Her chin rest on my bicep, her cute freckled face scrunched up in concentration. She was trying her hardest to get me inside of her, bucking her petite body back and forth. My cock was getting more and more lubed as it moved between the split of her ass. I was the only one with the power to put it inside of her.

"You've been a very patient girl, honey," I murmured into her ear, my other hand traveling down her stomach and stopping just short of her soaking wet pussy. I split my fingers apart, rubbing slowly down until they were on either side of her sex, as I slowly repeated myself: "Very... patient," stopping just short of my palm touching her clit.

"I am Patience," she moaned up at me. I arched back, letting my cock slip down between her legs. She renewed her struggles, rubbing her pussy hard up and down the shaft of my cock, trying to find a way to angle the head inside. Impossible.

I gave her an inch when she wanted a mile: I put my fingertips on her clit and rubbed her ever so slightly. Patience bit her lip hard and her body went rigid for just a second. She almost came.

"Patience gets a reward," I groaned into her ear, never taking my arm off of her throat. She squeaked in protest when I let go of her clit, but was almost purring like a kitten when she realized what I was going to do. I grabbed my meat and lined the large bulbous head up with her pussy, rubbing it up and down. As if it needed to be any wetter. I couldn't be any harder.

She expected me to tease her at this point. She was ready to fight for it. I surprised her. After the head of my cock was firmly seated inside of her, I wrapped that arm around her waist and slammed my cock as deep into her as it would go. Only when my groin was lodged against her body without an inch to move did I stop.

Her eyes shot open and she opened her mouth to make a noise, but nothing came out. I was holding her too tight. Her body was convulsing with the comings of an orgasm again. I wasn't going to let her gently ride through it. I was already thrusting into her with long, hard strokes, as fast as the position would allow. Her pussy was vibrating and pulsing and gripping me violently, like it never wanted to let me out. I just kept going.

The leverage was wrong. I released her arm and sat up, instead shifting so that I could pin her face down into the pillow with both hands on her shoulders. I leaned into her body hard. I really started pounding her petite frame. Anyone else would worry that she'd break. I knew her limits.

I was squeezing her hips impossibly hard between my thighs as I gave her the hardest fuck in a long time. The slapping of flesh was loud and clear, her little moans would have been little screams if they weren't into a pillow. Her heels clicked and clacked against the footboard.

My balls were churning. I had been thinking about this all day, too. I wasn't going to last as long as I wanted to the first time. I let up on her shoulders just to grip her by her long hair, turning her face towards me. Our faces were inches apart again when I groaned to her staring at me with pure animal lust.

"Does my hot little bitch like it, baby?"

Patience moaned loudly and bucked her ass back at me in time with every thrust. I took that as a yes.

I unhooked her bra before I flipped her onto her back, the look of confusion and a minor tinge of annoyance that I had to pull out of her sweet pussy making me grin all the more. I tugged her bra off and threw it across the room, giving me free access to her naked boobs, perfect for sliding my cock between as I straddled her chest.

I kept my hand in her hair so that I could grip her head where I wanted it. My thighs held her tits together as I thrust like a man possessed. She had her hands around me, gripping at my back, urging me on. Grunts escaped my throat with every push.

Without warning I pulled her head up and flexed my hips forward. She got the hint and opened her mouth, those beautiful brown eyes never breaking contact with my own. I had her head gripped between both hands as I slid my fuckstick as far down her throat as she could take in this position -- almost seven inches. That was enough.

I came and I came hard. She was swallowing obediently and as fast as she could, sucking me dry between loads. I didn't know if I'd stop cumming, every time I thought I was dry I would look down at that deceptively innocent face, with my thick cock between her lips, the way she loved every minute of it and it would just keep coming. Sweat was pouring down my back.

Finally I stopped. I let her tongue lick me clean and pulled free, climbing down to collapse on top of her. Both of my arms were instinctively wrapped around her. I was sucking at her nipples and biting, tugging, giving them the first attention they had all night. They were stiff and swollen with all of the touches they hadn't received. I swirled my tongue around them.

Patience was still gasping for breath. She was the one to whisper in my ear now. "Your slut is still sooo horny for you, baby..."

That was all I needed. My organ had never gone soft. I pushed her stocking-clad legs up to her chest, her ankles dangling over my shoulders. I sunk nine inches deep into heaven. God, her pussy is still the sweetest thing I've ever felt, I get harder every inch inside of it. Tight, but not so tight that it could hurt. Perfect. She could take every inch and she loved it. She begged for it.

She panted like a dog as I nailed her pussy deeper than ever. Her tits bounced with our every move. Her fingers were working her own nipples, tweaking and pulling, squeezing her whole breast. We were both covered in our own perspirations. The headboard was like a jackhammer against the wall, but neither of us could hear it over each other.

"Fuck me," she moaned. I fucked her. I fucked her hard. Her clit throbbed when my groin made contact. She was cumming again. I slowed down just so she could remember every inch of my huge dick in that perfect little pussy while all she could see were stars.

I laid some gentle bites along her calves as I went back to full speed. My horny slut was pushing at my chest. I didn't need to be told twice. She loved to ride me after she came, almost as much as I loved to ride her.

My back hit the bed and she got on top, this time not letting my prick ever drop out of her. Her hips rolled back and forth, grinding the way I had been grinding her ass earlier. As if on cue, she grinned wickedly at me and with that sexy little freckled smile, turned around and presented that delectable little ass to me.

Her back arched and she leaned forward. Patience loves to give a good show. Patience knows how much I adore her ass. Especially when she's bucking and riding my pole, sliding her pussy up and down. Our eyes were locked the entire time, her tongue darting over her lips on every downstroke with a little squeal to tell me I was hitting just the right spot.

Spank. Spank. Spank. My hand came down on her ass hard. She loved it. She moaned. She rode even harder. On my last swat, my thumb rubbed a small circle around her brown star, daring to poke inside of her ass.

"Oooooh," her back tensed and she fell forward onto her arms, barely moving while I thumb-fucked her behind. Perfect position, I thought.

In an instant I was back on my feet, my bitch in heat on all fours with her sexy upturned bottom ready and willing. I don't think she noticed me move, not even that I had taken my log of a dick out of her pussy, so focused was she on my thumb.




Patience's Reward



"My last load's in your ass, sweetie," I said matter of factly. Her face turned to look at me again, mouth open in a little 'o'.

I told myself a week after I met this girl, someday you're going to have to buy her a ring. You never give up the girl who loves it up the ass, my best friend told me that. Words to live by. Tell your kids.

I found the massage oil again and slicked up my shaft a second time, just to be safe. I then slid that lubing finger deep inside her tightest hole, as a precursor for the stretching I promised her. Bending my knees low, I put the head at her opening. It resisted going in, even as she knowingly relaxed her backdoor. Such an obedient girl.

It would take a better grip. Both arms tight with my hands on her tits, I pushed again with my hips. It popped straight in. Patience exhaled in time with it spearing deep inside of her. Hands clawed at the sheets, squeezed them into little balls, so determined to take the whole thing.

Of course, if I put all nine inches in her I'd probably kill her. But damn, did she try. She always did. Dick in her ass made her crazy. She couldn't think straight. Patience Scott would do anything if you just kept grinding that cock deep into her tight butt.

If her pussy was heaven, god damn her ass was hell. Hell, as in the hottest, dirtiest little place you could go for doing the most sinful, the kinkiest, the most degrading, and the most pleasurable thing you could ever go to hell for doing; that sin you would never regret because ravishing this hot fuck slut's body is worth every second of punishment. Patience grips your dick like she never wants to let go. Her legs bend upwards on the upstroke to try and get your dick back inside of her.

Her ass is the perfect place to end a perfect night.

Biting her neck, I groaned again. I ravaged her body with my hands, and my fingers crept closer and closer to her clit. She was pulling at my arms, begging me with little "nonono"s whispered under her breath. Nothing can stop me when I want to do something.

All it ever takes is one touch. One little flick across her clit while fucking her ass and she is always sent over the edge. A screaming, crying, moaning, panting, thrashing edge. I held her still in both arms while she came so hard I could feel her pussy dripping, down onto the sheets. I lost my balance, pushed her forward, I just kept hammering her ass.

My second cum of the night was as thunderous as the first. I filled her bowels and then some. Every thrust was bubbling cum out of her. Our thighs were wrapped together in one big mess, and I didn't stop thrusting until I was done being satisfied. I never do. I doubted that I would have any sperm left for the rest of the years. I was sold out.

I bit her ear one more time and panted a "Good girl," stroking her hair as I fell on my back. My cock popped out with a wet noise, cum dripping. Patience was panting just as hard as I as she leaned up so that we could share what was actually our first kiss of the night. A long, hard kiss with plenty of tongue.

"Mmm, I love you Joseph," she smiled happily.

I didn't realize how cool it was with an open window until just then. I picked up the blanket off the floor and hugged it tight around us. "I love you too." It suddenly felt so quiet. It had been so loud just minutes ago.

I grinned and leaned back. Reflecting on the day. Thinking to myself. We had work again tomorrow; a glance at the clock told me it was 1:28 AM. We'd been fucking for hours, but it had only felt like minutes. Time flies when you're having really good sex.

Only seven hours until we had to get back to the daily grind, I thought to myself. Patience likes to sleep in after a good fuck, but the alarm always gets in the way of that. The thing was a blessing and a curse.

Almost lost in thought, I realized my girlfriend was already licking and slurping hungrily at my cock again. God, she's insatiable. The blanket was already kicked away.

To think that all I had needed to do was push that ratty old alarm clock onto the floor.



Patience's Treatment



Patience did as she was told, and began to undress. It was a little cooler here in Doctor Cranshaw's consulting room. She had not needed a topcoat nor a jacket for the walk to his house in the June sunshine. She commenced with the skirt; unfastening the belt then reaching around for the hidden buttons. The skirt was fashionably short for 1910, at least six inches above her ankles and one of her favourites. She slipped it down and handed it to Nurse Munton. Now for her blouse, high collared in white starched cotton she struggled with the round buttons that formed a line down her back. 

"Please allow me.", the nurse came to her aid and soon Patience was standing in her only her underwear.

"Should I...?" She indicating the corset, which covered her white petticoat. 

"No dear better if your stays are nice and tight. Keeps everything in place. That's what Doctor Cranshaw says. Now if you can just come and lay on this couch for me."

Patience lay back on the leather couch as Nurse Munton placed her folded clothes over a chair in the corner. "Now let's get you ready for Doctor."

It was a couple of weeks previously that her mother had announced over breakfast that she had made the appointment. Her mother was very concerned for her health, she'd said. It was not right for a girl of her age be so vexatious and highly strung each month, headaches and the like. Not eating, feeling nauseous - well it just wasn't right. 

The doctor, apparently, had completely agreed with her Mother and had advised an immediately course of treatment. Just in time, he'd reportedly said, at 19 years of age, untreated we could be looking at a serious female hysteria. And so, with no real complicity on her part, Patience found herself disrobing before Nurse Munton in the treatment room here today.

The problem for Patience was that no one had told her what this treatment entailed or indeed what female hysteria might be. It had been thought best not to concern her with details as anxiety might worsen the condition. Not that the visit actually worried Patience unduly; she had always quite liked visiting the doctor. Patience lay back on the doctor's leather couch as the nurse continued her preparations. 

"Now then. Could you put your hands up above your head for me? That's it. Hold on to this bar." Patience gripped the wooden pole that was fixed across the head of the couch. But then she was surprised when the nurse started buckling firm leather cuffs around her wrists. "Just to keep your arms out of the way during the procedure."

"Doctor's going to need to see your breasts dear. So we will need to undo your petticoat." Patience mused at the use of the word 'we'; with her wrists secured she could not see what part she could possibly play in this procedure. 

She was surprised at her own feelings though, she was actually feeling a certain thrill at being laid bare. She was secretly proud of her breasts, and now the doctor was going to see them and might even touch them. Nurse Munton's dextrous fingers eased apart the each of the small bows in turn that held the cotton fabric before pulling the sides apart. 

Glancing down Patience could see that her breasts were almost completely exposed. It pleased her that the corset she had chosen that morning was not the fashionable higher fitting variety, so much in vogue this year, which would have fully encased her breasts. As it was, the padded top of the corset stopped just short of her nipples. 

The nurse, with no further comment, reached her hands down and cupped each of Patience's breasts, compressing them firmly in her hands. Then, gripping the nipples between finger and thumbs she pulled the breasts upward and out of the corset. A tremor ran through Patience from the core of her breasts all the way down to somewhere deep inside. 

"Good." The nurse said. Before rearranging the petticoat to cover her again and restore some modesty. Patience wondered what she had meant exactly by, 'good'. The nurse had walked around to the foot of the couch and faced Patience with a concerned look.

"Has anyone explained what's going to happen?" 

"No. I was wondering what -" 

"Never mind you'll be fine. Doctor will explain I am sure. Nothing to be concerned about. He'll be here very soon; better get you ready. Now he will be examining you, down below. So we'll need to get your drawers off I am afraid." 

Patience had had a suspicion that this might happen. Despite her ignorance of most things medical she had made the connection that her moods and headaches came on before her period and maybe that's was where the problem lay. She had looked up the word 'hysterical' in the dictionary at home and it said it was a condition stemming from the womb.

Patience lay passively as the nurse lifted up the skirt of her petticoat and began to undo the ties of her drawers. Obediently she raised her bottom as they were eased down and folded away. 

"Now feet together for me. Good girl. Let your knees fall to the side. We just need to take a look at you".

Patience gave a start as the nurse's cold fingers touched the inside of her thigh, high up near her cleft. Patience shuddered as in a methodical way the nurse's deft fingers parted her intimate folds, easing them apart. She felt the pressure of a finger being applied, exploring, pushing like it might enter her; but despite its pressure, progress was impeded somehow. She gasped, it was hurting, it had felt good to start but now there was pain. Hearing her gasp the nurse withdrew her fingers and the pain was gone. Patience breathed out.

"That's fine. Nothing to worry about. Doctor won't need to penetrate. Now just the straps. Dr Cranshaw likes you to be secure."

Patience was confused: penetrate, straps. The nurse had opened a drawer beneath the couch and taken out what looked like a narrow leather belt. This she proceeded to wrap around Patience's feet and ankles holding them sole-to-sole. Before fastening the buckle she passed the end through a ring at the end of the couch and pulled tight. Patience's legs were thus immobilized. 

Then the nurse took out a second strap, broader than first, and a small thin leather cushion no more than six-inches square. This she placed over Patience's abdomen and passing the strap right round pulled it very firmly. "This needs to be tight. Keeps the womb from moving." Patience had no idea that wombs could move. But was pretty sure hers wasn't likely to go anywhere now.

"That's it; you are ready. I will go and fetch the doctor and we can make a start." the nurse said before leaving Patience alone in her bondage. Patience moved her arms and legs exploring her immobility. She was strangely at ease with herself, content but with an undercurrent of excited anticipation. 

She recognised the feeling; she had felt like this before. Years ago, on holidays with her cousin Clive on the farm, there was a game they used to play. She was the heroine captured by natives and Clive had to rescue her, a game thin on plot, but played many times nevertheless. 

As the captive she was always tied up. At first just her hands, but later, as the game developed, she was bound to a beam in the barn. She loved the feeling. Once she had been blind-folded too. She remembered how once Clive had touched her breast through her dress as he untied her, he had acted like it was an accident but she knew it wasn't. It had felt good; but they stopped playing the game soon after that.

She heard voices from outside the room and then the door was opened. Doctor Cranshaw strode in and took a seat behind the solid looking desk. The nurse picked up a large notebook and introduced her as the next case.

"Patience Bradley, Doctor, nineteen years of age, for the—."

"Yes the pelvic massage for hysterical paroxysm. Is she ready for me?"

"Yes Doctor. Virgo Intacta." The last words were delivered in a stage whisper, though Patience had no idea what the words meant. 

"Ah yes." he glanced over at the young woman. He enjoyed these cases, particularly these girls still in their teens. 

"Now Patience how are we today?" 

"Very well Doctor", she felt a bit absurd going through these pleasantries. 

"Soon have you sorted." he was standing by the couch now, she could see his eyes move down to her chest. 

"Nurse if you could..."

Anticipating his request she folded the sides of the petticoat down away from Patience's breasts. 

He was to be well rewarded today. Her breasts, though not overly large, were firm and full. The dark nipples on mounded areola were already becoming erect in the cool air. Small goose bumps where visible on the smooth white skin

The doctor wasted no time in starting his examination; he commenced by palpating her left breast. The pads of his fingers moved gently and firmly pressing every inch of the perfectly curved flesh. His hands pushed under her corset to feel the under side, before returning upwards to press around her nipple. Then he rolled and pulled at the sensitive tips. 

When he paused to change sides Patience realised that she had not breathed. As she inhaled she was acutely aware of her chest rising. The examined breast tingled and her nipple was so taut it almost ached. She felt a delicious anticipation while the doctor repositioned himself to continue. He repeated the operation on her right breast. If anything, taking slightly longer in order to prolong his pleasure. But then he was done.

"You have good healthy breasts, but I feel there may be a little bit of congestion. Nurse will massage them for you which should help."

Congested breasts, Patience had never heard of that before. 

"Now the pelvic massage," He was still looking at her breasts as he spoke. "Nothing to worry about." 

But she was now, just a little. Not scared, but nobody had touched her there before today. She remembered the nurse's touch. The probing had caused pain. What if he did the same. What if he pushed harder – she tried to banish the thought. Then she remembered what the nurse had said – wouldn't need to penetrate – was that what she'd meant. She relaxed a little.

Looking down the length of her body and framed between her knees she could see that the doctor was taking his position at the foot of the couch. Next to him he had placed a small table, but what it held was obscured from her view. He seemed to be rubbing something onto his hands, an ointment perhaps.

Then he touched her. She shuddered. His hands were cold; though the silky ointment allowed his fingers to glide easily across her flesh. She felt his fingers trace along the margins of her closed lips. Unlike the nurse, he made no attempt to open her sex. His fingertips, gently stroking; up then down. Patience, closed her eyes, the sensation was deeply pleasurable: like a warm tingling glow growing in her sex and radiating outward.

At the same time the nurse, who was standing behind her, reached down and began to massage Patience's full breasts. With firm strokes she pushed down the outside, before pulling back cupping the fullness of the bosom. 

Patience's mind was overwhelmed by sensation; a flooding tide swamping her brain. It was almost too much, she shook her head from side to side but it would not clear. And there was a physical tension too, growing in her limbs, she braced against the bindings, arms then legs. She could only submit to the sensations.

The doctor's fingers had moved inward now to her inner lips. He hadn't opened her; she had swelled beneath his fingers, opening naturally and completely. He traced the folds of swollen flesh, up and round her clitoral hood gently easing it back and letting it relax. He heard her sigh quietly. Looking up he could see a pale blush was spreading across her chest. It was the state of arousal he was looking for. He guided his middle finger to locate her entrance and felt her push upward against her bonds to meet his digit. Not wishing to take her virginity, he was careful in his explorations. The treatment of the virginal vagina in this way always gave him a particular thrill. But, alas time was pressing.

Patience became aware that the doctor was saying something. As if waking from a dream she really didn't hear coherent words. 

"Miss Bradley. I am going to use a new electro-mechanical vibrator; to apply stimulation. Nothing to be worried about." 

Patience didn't understand what was being said but looking down the doctor was holding some sort of instrument in his hand. It looked a little like a fat chambered pistol but instead of a barrel there protruded a short rod fitted with a rubber disk. It reminded Patience of the rubber tipped arrows Clive used to fire from his bow, but much smaller. He's going to shoot me she thought – and the thought amused her.

Dr Cranshaw positioned the rubber tip carefully above her clitoral hood; he had discovered with experience that this position tended to yield good results. When he closed the switch; there was a loud hum. Maintaining a gentle pressure in keeping with the American manufacture's instructions he gently moved the tip in a circular motion.

The effect on Patience was indeed as if she had been shot. She braced against her bindings as an intense warmth spread out from her sex and filtering upwards into her body. She found herself gasping for breath as if she had been running hard. As the warmth in her sex intensified her muscles tightened. Her back, her arms her legs even her face were straining now.

And then suddenly she felt a divine suspension of time; sensations paused, nothingness - but only for a second. The warmth that had started in her sex flooded her abdomen in a new intensity of pleasure. All her muscles relaxed and her head lolled back in relief.

But immediately she was startled, by the most intense spasms deep inside; again and again and again - though each time becoming less intense. As they weakened and became less regular she opened her eyes and was calm. The last spasm caught her by surprise and caused her to gasp.

The nurse, hands still on Patience's breasts smiled at her. The doctor had stopped his device, but was still using his hands to gently and slowly massage around her sex. Dr Cranshaw had found that by this combination of stimulatory techniques four or five episodes of hysterical paroxysm might be obtained during a session. He considered this was sufficient; it was unwise to overburden the patient, particularly on their first session. 



Patience's Virtue



Dear Readers,

A while back, I submitted a scene from this novel to the website under the title "Patience's Virtue, an Excerpt." Well, I got some negative feedback about not submitting the entire novel. So, I decided to do just that. It is my favorite novel. I know that it is silly, and romantic, and idealized, but I don't care. Call it a new category: "Idealized Erotic Relationship Fiction." I write for my own enjoyment, and to make up for what is lacking in my own life. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it.

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Patience and Langdon Mackenzie were two very special youngsters. They were born on the same day to the same mother, but they were not identical twins. Instead, they were fraternal twins, which means that two separate eggs were fertilized when they were conceived. They were thus true brother and sister, and they resembled each other as brothers and sisters do, but they were not identical.

Even so, they were close. When they were young, they were each other's only playmates. As they grew, 

they fought as brothers and sisters often do, but they were still very, very close. That is not to say that there was anything improper about their relationship. They related to each other in the way that most siblings do, but on the whole, they were closer and fought less.

Patience was a slender girl, and stayed slender as she grew up. Her hair was fine and blonde, and she always preferred it short. She had pale blue eyes and a spray of freckles about her pert, upturned nose. Though small in stature, she was athletic and physical, aggressive and passionate.

Langdon was also slender as a boy, but by the time he had grown into a young man, had filled out nicely. He had his sister's blue eyes, but his hair was a darker brown and he had no freckles. His nose was normal, medium and straight, in no way remarkable (something he was secretly happy about). He was also athletic and physical, but not as passionate or aggressive as Patience. Langdon was more thoughtful and methodical than his sister.

Patience and Langdon, as it was explained before, were often each other's only playmates. Their closeness was such that, if they became separated, for example if one was away on a camping trip or sleepover, the other often had difficulty sleeping.

It was Patience's misfortune to be afflicted with asthma early in her childhood. Her attacks could be quite severe at times, and Langdon became an expert, at the age of 11, at ascertaining how bad an attack was, and whether it warranted a trip to the doctor's. He became proficient at administering Patience's medication to her, and was often the only one who could get his sister's attacks under control.

When Patience and Langdon were 12, the boy was awakened one night from a deep sleep by the awful certainty that his sister was in deep trouble. He could hear nothing--they had been placed in separate bedrooms years ago by their parents--yet he knew something was wrong.

He got out of bed and walked out into the hall. The entire house was quiet. He could hear his father snoring. He tiptoed down the hall to his sister's room. The door was ajar. From inside, he thought he heard a gasp, combined with a wheeze. He went inside and crossed the room to his sister's bed. "Sis?" he asked. No reply. He shook her gently, and was shocked at the clammy feel of her pajamas. "Sis?" he asked again, this time louder and more anxiously. Still no answer. Langdon reached over and turned on the lamp that sat on her bedside table.

His insides congealed with fear as the light came on and revealed his sister. Patience lay in the bed, her face pale, her lips bluish. Her eyes were wide open and unseeing. From her mouth came the faintest of wheezes and nothing else. Her chest rose and fell in spasms, as if trying to breathe, but unable to. She was obviously having an attack, and a very, very bad one at that. "Oh, shit!" the boy exclaimed, and ran from the room to get his mother and father.

Once the ambulance had taken Patience, barely breathing and wearing an oxygen mask, to the hospital, the parents had tried to convince the brother to stay with relatives. They would go to the hospital and call him as soon as they knew anything. But Langdon would have none of that. He insisted on going to the hospital with them. They finally gave in, and he rode in the back seat of the car, where he and Patience usually rode together.

Patience had been admitted to the intensive care unit. This attack had been bad enough to require putting her on a ventilator. There were IVs in her arms, and a tube down her throat. The machine quietly breathed for her.

Langdon once again insisted that he be allowed to visit his sister's bedside. When he got there, she appeared drugged, but her eyes opened wider when she saw him. He grabbed her hand and squeezed it, and she squeezed back. Their mother was crying softly, but trying to appear brave. She leaned down and kissed Patience on the forehead. Their father, a quiet man, seemed not to know what to say. He also kissed Patience and squeezed her hand. Langdon looked down at his sister and said three words, "I'll be here." She nodded.

They went back to the waiting room. A doctor came in a few minutes later, sat down, and went over Patience's condition. It was a close call, he explained, but she would be all right. She would require the ventilator overnight, but could probably come off tomorrow. After that, she would need to stay for about a week so they could run tests, administer medicine, and make sure she was all right. Then he asked, "Who found her tonight?"

"Langdon did," the mother said.

The doctor turned to Langdon and said, "Young man, if you hadn't found your sister when you did, she would have, in all likelihood, died tonight. She's extremely lucky to have a brother like you." Then the doctor left. The parents were very proud of Langdon, and from that time on, he saw Patience whenever he wanted.

The next day, good as his word, the doctor removed the ventilator from Patience, and she could once again talk. Langdon visited her every day after school. He did his homework at her bedside, and brought her sodas and snacks from the lounge. When she was better, he brought her books. On the weekend, he spent the night in the room, sleeping on a cot beside the bed.

On the outside, their relationship changed very little. But inside, each knew that they had ascended to another level. They spoke very little about it, but each knew that they would never, ever be very far away from each other.

A year later, when they were 13, the unthinkable happened. They were staying with an uncle for the weekend while their parents were away on a trip. The phone rang, and the uncle went to answer it. After a whispered, urgent conversation which caused Patience and Langdon to look, concerned, at each other, the uncle came into the room to say that both of their parents had been killed in an automobile accident.

The next few months were a nightmare from which there seemed to be no awakening. Patience and Langdon, as any children would be, were devastated by the loss of their parents. Their only comfort was each other. Many nights, while staying with this or that relative, they sneaked into each other's room, and stayed up most of the night talking and consoling each other. They knew little of the court system, or of their family's situation, but they could not envision any situation in which they would be separated. And together, they would be all right.

And then, the unthinkable happened again. One day, they rode downtown with the uncle they had stayed the most with. They went into a courtroom, where they were shown places to sit. After a lot of mumbo-jumbo that they did not understand, the judge said something they did understand. In essence, he said that, owing to the precarious financial nature of the families involved, the brother and sister should be separated. Patience would go and live with her paternal uncle and his wife. Langdon would go and live with his maternal uncle, who was a widower.

The brother and sister were shocked and dismayed. Separated! They were to be separated! It was impossible! Patience began crying loudly, and so did Langdon, though quieter. They clung together, and Patience shouted "No! No! I want to be with Langdon! I want to be with my brother!"

But it was not to be. They were driven back to the house of the uncle with whom they were staying. There, gently but firmly, they were told that they were to be separated, that there was nothing to be done, and that was that. The move would take place three days from then. They were slightly consoled by the fact that they would still be in the same town, and could see each other often. But they would not go to the same school, or stay in the same house.

For the next three days, Patience and Langdon moped about, desultorily packing their belongings. They dreaded the awful moment when they should be separated. They stayed up all night once, vowing to write, to call, to stay as close as possible.

When the day came to go to their new, separate homes, Patience thought her heart would break, and she saw that Langdon felt the same way. Still, they were only 13, with no control over their fate. They were loaded into separate cars, and driven to separate houses across the city from each other.

For about a year, it was not too bad. Although they lived in separate houses, they were together alot. They still kept close with phone calls and visits, and the pain of losing their parents, and each other, began to fade somewhat.

Then, the unthinkable happened again. The maternal uncle that Langdon lived with died of a sudden heart attack. Although Langdon was sad--he had begun to like the guy--he was secretly glad, because he thought that the uncle's death would mean that he would be living with Patience again. But it was not to be. The aunt and uncle whom Patience lived with made it clear that they could not take another child. With no other alternative, Langdon was placed into a foster home.

Langdon's foster parents were okay, and he liked them, but they were not as understanding as his uncle had been. He saw Patience less and less often, and it made him feel very sad, and very alone. One day, his foster father came to him and told him that they were going to another part of the state because he had received a promotion. Langdon was seized with fear, and he immediately called Patience and told her. Once again, there were mutual vows to keep in touch at any cost.

A month later, Langdon was moved along with his foster family to another part of the state. He called as often as he could, and wrote when he could, but the distances involved were not conducive to maintaining contact. One day, a letter he had written was returned to him stamped, "No longer at this address". He immediately tried to call, but the phone service had been disconnected.

With a heavy heart, Langdon realized that he had lost track of his beloved sister. He wondered when, or if, he would ever see her again. That night, as most 15 year-old boys will do, he cried in the privacy and darkness of his room.

Chapter Two

Langdon Garroway graduated with honors from high school. He was a tall, muscular young man. He had lettered in several sports. Due to his outgoing nature and quick wit, he was popular among the girls. However, at 18, he was still a virgin. He had a job working as a lifeguard for the summer. That fall, he would return to his home town to attend college. He planned to major in physical therapy. Although his foster parents, the Garroways, had often struggled for money, Langdon's trust fund, left to both he and Patience after the death of their parents, had not been touched. As such, it was ample to pay his tuition and expenses for college.

One day in late June, Langdon was working at the pool when a young woman with heavy breasts and long, thick red hair approached him on the lifeguard stand. "Hi, Langdon," she said.

"Oh, hi Bonnie," Langdon said. He knew this girl. This was Bonnie Cates. She was a bit of a tart, and Langdon knew several boys that had been with her. Up to that point, she had never shown much interest in him, though. Langdon had been mildly interested in her, and thought she was good-looking in a slightly trampy way.

Bonnie had always worn tight jeans and tank tops, or very short skirts. She wore plenty of makeup, but it was always skillfully applied. She had full red lips and big green eyes. Today, her large breasts were almost spilling out of the top of her skimpy bikini.

"So, are you going to the softball game tonight?" Bonnie asked.

"Yeah, I'll probably go, for at least a little while," Langdon replied.

"Good, I was hoping I would see you there. My brother's playing, so I'll be there. Maybe we can do something after the game."

Langdon was suddenly very interested. Bonnie, though not the most attractive girl in school, was still a pretty one. He wasn't sure why she was suddenly interested in him, but he wasn't going to ask. "What would you like to do?" he asked.

"Oh, I don't know. Drive around. Maybe go to the drive-in. I'm sure I can think of something to do."

"Okay," Langdon said, "I'll pick you up at the game."

"I'll be there," Bonnie said, giving him her best smile.

Langdon's cock stayed hard the rest of the day, as he sat thinking about what he hoped would transpire later that night. The rest of the day seemed to drag on and on. After work, he went home, showered, put on cologne, and dressed in a loose, comfortable sport shirt and baggy shorts.

He saw Bonnie right away at the game. She was sitting with some of her girlfriends. When she saw him, she left them and came over to sit with him. She sat very close to him the entire game, and Langdon could smell her perfume. Sometime during the seventh inning, she took his hand and held it. Once, she let 

go of his hand long enough to play with the hair that spilled over the back of his collar. He became aware of the heat and lushness of her body. She wore a brief tank top that exposed both the tops of her breasts, and her navel. Her jeans were very snug, and she often, perhaps unconsciously, adjusted them at her groin area. The thought of what might await him on the other side of that fabric drove Langdon crazy. Finally, it was the ninth inning, with two outs. The last batter was a notoriously poor hitter, so Langdon turned to Bonnie and said, "What do you want to do after the game?"

"Well," she said, "my parents are out of town for the weekend, and my brother won't be back until tomorrow. Why don't we go to my house?"

"Okay," Langdon said, his excitement rising a notch higher.

On the way to her house, Bonnie sat right beside Langdon on the seat with her hand between his legs, stroking his inner thigh. His cock was rock-hard and seemed enormous. Bonnie let her hand pass idly over it a few times.

She unlocked the door of her house and let them in. The interior of the house was dark and quiet. "Let's get something to drink," she said. She went to the refrigertor and brought back two beers. "Let's go upstairs to drink these," she said.

He followed her up to her room. Bonnie's room was a typical teenager's room, with a stereo, a desk, posters of hunks on the wall, and a double bed with a pretty, flowered bedspread. Bonnie put some music on the stereo, turned down the lights, and they both sat on the floor drinking their beers. After a while, Langdon put his arm around her, and pulled her close. She fell against him, offering her lips. They kissed, a little clumsily at first, then with more passion. Bonnie was a very good kisser. She sucked Langdon's tongue right down her throat.

"Langdon," she said huskily, "put your hand on my breasts." Langdon massaged her generous tits through the thin fabric of her top. The nipples became hard. Bonnie removed the top and offered her breasts to Langdon to suckle, which he did, ardently. "Let's get your shirt off, now," she said. Langdon scrambled to remove his shirt. Bonnie bent down and took one of his 

nipples into her mouth. Her mouth was hot and wet, and Langdon felt an electric jolt to his cock as she sucked him avidly. 

They moved to the bed. Langdon clumsily removed his shoes, while Bonnie did a slow striptease for him. She was only in jeans and panties, but she unbuttoned them slowly, smiling and looking into his eyes all the while. Then she turned her back, and pulled the pants slowly down over a curvaceous ass. She had on very skimpy red panties, and she briefly pulled them down, but then pulled them up again. "You get to take them off," she said.

She crawled up on the bed and they embraced. Bonnie rubbed her hot tits on Langdon's chest, and the boy planted hot wet kisses on her neck. "Touch my pussy, darling," Bonnie whispered. Langdon reached under the waistband of her underwear and pulled them down, then felt around in the thick nest of her pubic hair until he found her wet slit. She groaned in pleasure as he massaged her clit gently. "Now let's see what you've got under these pants," she said.

She knelt beside him on the bed and whipped his jockey shorts down. Bonnie gasped at what she saw. 

First of all, Langdon's cock was truly massive. It was at least nine inches long, and three to four inches around. Second, it was only semi-erect, at best.

"What's wrong, honey, aren't you excited?" she asked gently.

"Yes, yes I am. I guess I'm just nervous," he replied.

"Langdon, have you ever been with a girl?" she asked.

He was embarrassed, and blushingly he shook his head.

"I can't believe it! You really are a virgin!" Bonnie exclaimed. "Well, don't you worry about a single thing," she said, "because Bonnie's going to take care of everything." She stooped to look at his still-soft dick and said, "Langdon, you have a nice, big cock, did you know that? And Bonnie here knows just how to get it nice and hard, 'cause Bonnie intends to have that thing in her pussy tonight!"

Having said that, she laid down on the bed beside him with her head on his lap. Langdon felt her breath on his dick, and then her warm wet tongue circled the head of his cock. "Mmmm," she purred, "tastes good. I 

love sucking cock, Langdon. You are in for a treat."

She kissed the shaft up and down its length, nuzzling in his pubic hair. She noted with satisfaction that his dick was already hardening nicely. As it got harder, its musky smell reached her, and without realizing it, she moaned. Bonnie opened her mouth and took in as much of Langdon's cock as she could.

Langdon stiffened momentarily with the explosion of hot pleasure, then he too moaned. Bonnie sucked hard on the member filling her mouth. God, she loved sucking cock! She whipped her tongue around the shaft and head, and then plunged down on it, trying to get it deeper into her mouth.

"Oh Bonnie, that feels so good!" Langdon gasped.

"Langdon darling, I want you to come in my mouth," Bonnie said, briefly taking her mouth off his aching prick.

"Oh yes, yes," he said.

She plunged back down on his dick, working on it with both her mouth and her hand. She gently stroked the shaft while bobbing her head on the glans. He was already leaking pre-come. He would explode in orgasm very soon now. Good, she wanted to swallow his musky 

come. Once again, she took her mouth off, this time long enough to flick her warm wet tongue over the head and give the now-gigantic cock a couple of authoritative strokes before once again sucking it into the wet cavern that was her mouth.

Langdon began thrusting gently into her mouth, and Bonnie knew his climax was close. She made her mouth very wet and sucky around his dick, and let nature take its course. Within a few seconds, Langdon was gasping, "Oh baby, I'm coming!" Bonnie felt his cock jerk and then she was flooded with a thick, hot, creamy explosion of sperm. It jetted forcefully from Langdon's dick and into the back of her throat, where she swallowed it gratefully. Langdon was groaning, "Oh, oh, oh," with each spurt, and it excited Bonnie to be giving him so much pleasure.




Patience's Virtue (An Excerpt)



One month later, Patience and Langdon moved into a nice, two-bedroom apartment in a good part of town, not far from campus. The weather was still cold, but it was late March, and the tiniest hint of spring was in the air.

Both Langdon's and Patience's friends helped them move. They could hardly believe the story about the siblings being separated for so long, but once they saw them together, and realized the resemblance, they believed.

One of Patience's friends caught Langdon's eye. Her name was Melody Hansen. She was a beautiful blonde with straight hair, long, slender legs and big green eyes. She was much sought-after on the campus, by both men and women. The rumor was that she was bisexual. When Langdon spoke privately to Patience about it, she said, "Oh, I heard that, too. Well, Melody's a friend, and she's never made a pass or anything like that at me." And that was that, for the time being.

The first month together in the apartment was slightly hectic. Both Langdon and Patience had mid-terms, and they couldn't spend too much time together. And, they had their occasional squabbles, as roommates do. But mostly they got along very well together.

Patience kept their relationship close and affectionate, but not intimate. She wanted to wait a little while longer. She wanted the time to be just right, perhaps when summer vacation began.

In the meantime, they studied, they worked--he at a movie theater, she at a gym--they partied, they both participated in intramurals, and they lived together as brother and sister.

Things were going as planned until something happened that caused her to decide to make her move early. During an intramural softball game, Patience hurt her shoulder diving for the ball. She immediately left the game, although the injury initially didn't hurt too much. She even went to work at the gym. But over the course of the evening, her shoulder became more and more painful. At nine o'clock, the gym closed. It was her responsibility to lock up that night. She ran everybody out, locked the front door, turned off the lights, then went back to the office, and called Langdon at home.

"Hello," he said.

"Hey," she said.

"Hi, Sis. What's up?"

"Can you come to the gym?" she asked.

"Uh, I guess so. What's going on?"

"I hurt myself playing softball today. Could you come look at it?"

"Why don't you come home?" Langdon sounded concerned.

"Well, it really hurts, and it's my shoulder. I'm not sure I can drive. Will you come?"

"Okay, sure. I'll be there in about twenty minutes."

She met him at the front door, unlocking it to let him in, then locking it behind them. Patience was obviously in pain, her drawn face and grimace testified to it.

"What happened, Sis?" Langdon asked.

"I was playing intramural softball this afternoon and I fell on my left shoulder. It really hurts," she said. She looked almost ready to cry.

"Have you done anything for it yet?" 

"Not really. One of the other girls gave me some ibuprofen, but it hasn't helped much--at least not yet."

"Okay, well, let me have a look," Langdon said concernedly. 

They went back into the girls' locker room. Patience said, "I've already heated up the sauna. I was going to try some heat to see if that would make it feel better." She sat down on a bench. 

Langdon said, "That's probably a good idea. I'll be right back. I'm going to get some oil and some witch hazel from my locker."

When he returned, Patience had undressed down to her bra and panties. She sat on the bench, hunched over a little, in obvious pain. Langdon sat down behind her and gently began palpating her shoulder area. It was already starting to bruise some, and she had some swelling as well. "Wow, exactly how did you do this?" he asked.

"I was diving for the ball, missed, and landed right on the ball of my shoulder. Oww! That really hurts!" she sobbed.

"Sorry," he said hastily. He had been slowly moving her arm through its range of motion. He kept having to move her bra strap.

She said, "Wait a minute." She unfastened her bra from the front and laid it on the bench beside her. Langdon took a deep breath and swallowed hard. His penis began to harden. He moved a little closer, and, very gently, felt around the shoulder joint.

"Well," he said, "I don't think it's broken, thank goodness. And it seems to be in place. But it could probably use a gentle rubdown with some witch hazel, another dose of ibuprofen, and maybe even immobilization."

"What about the sauna?" she asked quietly.

"Yeah, we can try that too," he said.

Patience got up. She turned her back to him. Aware that he was watching her closely, she removed her panties and laid them on the bench beside her bra. She looked over her shoulder. Langdon looked at her. Her face showed the pain from her shoulder, but it also showed an unspoken invitation, almost a plea. Softly, she said, "I always go naked in the sauna. Get undressed."

Langdon's heart jumped into his throat. Part of him screamed that this was wrong, wrong, wrong! But another part of him screamed that she was undoubtedly the sexiest woman he had ever seen. And she was his own sister!

He undressed quickly and followed her into the sauna. His cock jutted out in front of him. He was embarrassed, but there was nothing he could do. He entered the sauna. It was very hot. A glance at the thermometer told him it was close to 185 degrees in there. Patience was sitting on the bench, sweat already glistening on her slender body. Langdon noted her slim legs and sleek, muscled back. Her shortish blonde hair was plastered to her neck and brow. She looked at him, smiled a tight, pained smile. Langdon knew that she saw his fully-erect cock, but she said nothing. She only drew her legs up before her on the bench and rested her head and arms on her knees.

"It's really hot in here," he said.

"Feels good," she murmured.

Langdon got up on the bench behind her and moved in close. His cock poked her a little in the small of her back. "Sorry," he said.

"It's all right," she mumbled.

"Lean back a little," he said, and she straightened up a little. Langdon poured a little witch hazel and a little mineral oil into his cupped hand, rubbed his hands together, and gently, gently began massaging her shoulder.

At first she stiffened, and he heard her inhale sharply with pain. "Does that hurt?" he asked.

"A little," she said, "but don't stop."

He carefully massaged and kneaded the swollen muscle and tissue, using liberal amounts of witch hazel and oil. Gradually she relaxed.

The heat soaked into both of them. He wiped sweat from his eyes and rubbed a little witch hazel on himself. "Do you want me to do your whole back?" he asked.

She sighed deeply and said. "If you want to."

"Is your shoulder feeling any better?" he asked.

"Yeah, a little." she said quietly.

Langdon rubbed Patience's entire back with witch hazel, eliciting several deep, contented sighs. Then he said, "Okay, let's try moving your arm some."

Patience scooted back slightly, bringing her into fuller contact with his still-erect cock. Langdon gently moved her arm through its range of motion. Although she still grimaced, it clearly did not hurt as much. As he worked with her, Patience took Langdon's right hand in hers, and moved it onto her breast.

"Sis, I'm not sure..." Langdon whispered.

"Shhhhh," she said.

Hardly realizing what he was doing, Langdon cupped her small, firm breast, and rubbed his thumb over her erect nipple. Patience leaned back against him. Langdon put both arms around her, succumbing to a wave of emotion and sensuality. Without a word, Patience took his right hand and placed it over her pussy. Langdon rubbed her in a circular motion, and slipped his middle finger into her wet slit. Patience moaned quietly.

They were both slick with sweat and oil. Langdon buried his face in her hair, and rolled her hard little clit around with his slippery fingers. "Oh, Langdon, It feels so good when you touch me there." 

Langdon inserted two fingers deeply into Patience and began moving in and out. Grunting with both pain and pleasure, Patience moved against his hand as he rhythmically pumped his fingers. She was close now, very close. He removed his fingers, and with a firm, yet light touch, stroked her little clitoris until Patience tensed against him and cried out in orgasm.

For a few moments, they sat quietly, leaning against each other. Langdon didn't know what to do, or say. He realized that Patience was quietly sobbing.

"Did I hurt you, Sis?" he asked tenderly.

"No," she said. "As a matter of fact, I feel much, much better now." She took his right hand, the hand that had touched her pussy, and kissed it. And then she took his left hand, the hand that had massaged her shoulder, and kissed it, too. She squirmed against his wet cock. "Langdon," she whispered, "let me do you." Without another word, she turned around slowly to face him. Carefully supporting her weight with her right arm, she straddled him, both her legs over his and around his waist.

He looked into her blue eyes. They were clear and shining. There was no hint of the pain that had been there before. Instead, there was the unspoken plea he had seen before. He started to say something, but she placed her fingers on his lips.

Patience looked down at his straining cock. Langdon honestly couldn't remember when it had been so hard. The shaft was granite, and the head flared huge and purple. Without a word, she grasped it in her small hand, and began stroking it up and down.

Langdon put his hands behind him on the bench and moved in closer to her, leaning backward and straining upward. Patience looked at him, the heat mounting in her eyes. She gazed downward at his cock, her mouth open slightly, her tongue running across her lips. She made no move to bend downward--it may have been too painful, but continued pumping his cock steadily.

"Am I doing it right?" she asked.

"Yes," he groaned. As a matter of fact, Patience was stroking his cock exactly the way he liked it. Her grip was perfect--not too hard or too soft. Her pace and rhythm were also perfect. She could have been doing it for years. He sobbed out several breaths, very close to coming, and Patience slowed down a little, gently rubbing her thumb over the swollen head. Langdon closed his eyes and said, "That feels so good, Sis."

For the first time, Patience smiled at her brother. Without stopping her slow pumping, she whispered, "Langdon, I've always wanted to touch you; to have you touch me. In my mind, I've already done this, and many more things, with you more times than I can count. It may be that some people say this is wrong, but it's not wrong to me. I love you, my darling brother. I'm so glad we found each other."

Langdon heard her words and knew they were spoken from the heart. And, he had to admit to himself, he had thought of her many times over the years that they were apart. He had never felt as close to anyone as he had felt to Patience in the time they had been together. With this in his mind, Langdon surrendered himself to the exquisite sensations of his sister's ministrations.

"Oh, Sis, I'm going to come, soon."

"I'm ready, Langdon dear. I'm so ready. Is this how you want it?"

"Oh yes, yes," he groaned.

The heat, the sweat, their slick bodies, the sensuality of the moment, all these combined to make Langdon's cock and Patience's hand the center of his world. There was nothing but her firm-soft hand, the rhythm of her stroking, and his impending climax. 

Suddenly, he was there. He grunted in pleasure, exquisite pleasure, as his semen erupted from his straining dick in long, thick white arcs that splattered across his sister's breasts, stomach and arms. She continued pumping steadily, but with a lighter touch, milking his cock for every drop of his copious emission. Patience had long imagined what this moment would be like. She had fantasized about holding her brother's spewing cock while he strained against her and sprayed her down with his sperm. The actual moment had exceeded her expectations. Langdon must not have had an orgasm for a month! Patience was literally coated with his come. Semen dripped from her breasts, her arms, and pooled in her belly button. She gave his cock a few more pumps, then let it go and rubbed Langdon's sperm all over her body. Langdon, heaving huge sighs, fell against his sister. She put her arms around him and said, "Oh Langdon, that was so good!" They kissed like lovers.



Patience's Virtue



Finally, he was spent. Bonnie gave his still-hard cock a final, cleansing suck, and crawled up beside him on the bed. "I hope you can come again soon, Langdon," she said, "because I'm gonna want to get fucked, too."

Langdon was lost in pleasure and said, "I'll be hard again in just a little while, Bonnie. Don't worry, I want to put my cock in your pussy, too." They 

kissed passionately. Langdon could faintly taste his come on her lips, but he didn't mind. Man! Bonnie had sucked him dry! Jacking off had been nothing like that!

While they rested, Langdon asked Bonnie, "What made you ask me out tonight? I mean, I've always thought you were hot, but I never thought I had a chance with you."

Bonnie said, "Well, believe it or not, I've had my eye on you for a while. So many of those other guys are jerks. Besides, I found out that you were a virgin, and I wanted to be your first."

Mildly annoyed, Langdon asked, "Who told you I was a virgin?"

"None of your business," Bonnie said sweetly, kissing his ear. "Now, Langdon, are you ready to put that big cock of yours to some good use. It looks ready to me!"

Langdon looked down. She was right. The rest had rejeuvenated him, and his cock was hard again. He turned to her, gathered her in his arms, and kissed her. She molded herself to his body, crushing her breasts to him. She reached down and gave his dick a 

firm squeeze. "Mmmmm," he moaned. He took a pert, erect nipple into his mouth and sucked gently. Bonnie mewed with pleasure. They kissed again and again.

Finally, Bonnie turned over on her back and spread her luscious thighs wide open. She said, "Let's not wait any longer, lover. Put him in my pussy!"

Slightly clumsily, Langdon crawled up between Bonnie's legs. He thrust several times, but couldn't find the hole. "Wait a minute," Bonnie said. She reached down, grasped his cock, and placed it at the wet entrance to her pussy. "Now, darling, slide him in!" she said.

Langdon pushed, and his cock nearly fell into her hot, wet cunt. She was that slick and wet! He was suddenly immersed in pleasure greater than he had ever known. Bonnie's cunt was well-used, but still tight, and it gripped him firmly, massaging his dick from the root to the tip. She began snapping her hips forward, gobbling him up with her pussy, and Langdon began thrusting to meet her. They kissed again, groaning into each other's mouths. Bonnie wrapped her arms around his neck and held on while the athletic young man thrust powerfully and rhythmically in and out of 

her pussy. With her whispered guidance, Langdon varied his strokes some, sometimes deeper, sometimes shallower, and also varying the speed and direction. This managed to stimulate her already excited clitoris, and soon Bonnie was saying, "Oh god, Langdon, that is something else! Just like that! Don't stop! Don't...stop! Aghhhh!! Ah! Ah!" as she climaxed. Not knowing what else to do, Langdon kept thrusting until Bonnie said, "Hold up, darling! Slow down and give me a rest. Just go easy. Are you ready to come yet?"

"Almost," Langdon said. "I was waiting for you."

Bonnie looked at him, a little surprised. "You were waiting for me to come? My, my, Langdon, you are special." Bonnie could hardly believe it. Most of the young men she had been with had come almost as soon as they had stuck their dicks in her. That was why she had routinely begun sucking her lovers off beforehand--to take the edge off and make them last longer. But here was Langdon saying he had waited on purpose. Bonnie decided there and then, that she was going to enjoy Langdon for as long as she could.

"Come on sweetie," Bonnie purred, "you can come in my pussy, now. I've gotten mine. I want you to get yours."

Langdon embraced her tightly, and began fucking her slowly and deeply, concentrating on the pleasure, and savoring every stroke. Bonnie did her best to help him along, swinging and swirling her hips, and meeting his strokes. At the same time she whispered naughty phrases into his ear. Pretty soon, however, the pleasure began getting to her as well, and she was sobbing with joy again, building to another orgasm.

"Oh Langdon, keep fucking me, darling. Your cock is so big and so good! Oh, oh, oh, that's it, deeper darling! Right there! Now hit me! Aghhhh! Oh, I'm coming again!" she screamed as another orgasm crashed through her. She cried out loudly as Langdon's plunging cock took her to a place she had not known before. At the same time, she heard him groan and tense, and then felt the hot pulse of his sperm as he overflowed into her hungry pussy.

Afterwards, they rested again, talking quietly. "What are you planning to do this summer?" Bonnie asked.

"I'm going to lifeguard this summer, but in the fall, I'm going to college, back in the town I grew up in," he replied.

"Oh," she said, a little sadly.

Langdon noticed, but he didn't say anything. Bonnie was nice, and he was already sure that he was going to enjoy fucking her that summer, but nothing was going to keep him from going to college in the fall. A serious young man, he was looking forward to the education. He was also going back for another reason: He was going to find Patience.

Chapter Three

While Langdon spent his last summer before college lifeguarding and screwing Bonnie, his sister Patience spent her summer preparing for college. As with Langdon's, her trust fund had been untouched, allowing her to have her own apartment, even though it was in the same town.

When Bonnnie had moved, and Langdon's letters had stopped coming, she had been very sad. For a while, she had blamed him, thinking that he didn't want to see her or talk to her any more. She had spent many nights wondering if she had done anything wrong, and blaming herself. What she did not know was that her aunt and uncle disapproved of the Garroways, with whom Langdon lived. Although they did nothing to stop the letters from arriving when Langdon knew their address, once they moved, they made no effort to notify him of their new address, even though it was only across town. They also made sure that his letters were not forwarded.

It is hard to imagine what meanness in people causes them to do such things, but they did it, and in the process, caused much pain and heartache in two people, brother and sister, who really loved each other.

Patience often thought about her brother. She wondered what he looked like, how he had grown up. Although she couldn't understand why he stopped writing to her, she harbored no ill will towards him. She hoped that she would one day see him again.

She grew up to be an attractive young woman. She was tall, slender and leggy, with smallish breasts and blonde hair. She kept her hair cut moderately short and parted on the side. Her eyes were light blue, and they twinkled nicely when she laughed. She had slender arms and a graceful neck. Her hands were long and elegant, and she indulged herself in a French manicure. 

Patience grew up quiet, serious and a bit trusting. She didn't relate well to the other boys her age, although she did manage a date to her senior prom.

She didn't have a steady boyfriend while in high school. Instead, she applied herself to her studies. She planned to major in fine arts. She was interested in sports, and played on the girls' volleyball team.

All in all, Patience had turned out to be one of those serious, thoughtful yet beautiful young women which are so sought-after. Many boys chased her, but none ever caught her.

Indeed, Patience still compared most of the young men she knew with her brother, or at least her idea of what her brother would be like. Langdon would be tall, dark and handsome. He would be intelligent and athletic, and he would have large, strong hands capable of holding her....

And then she would realize that she was thinking of her brother in that way again. That way being quite differently from the way a sister usually thought about her brother.

At first, Patience had been troubled by the erotic ways that she thought about Langdon. But after awhile, she decided not to worry about it. It was all just a fantasy, after all. There was no guarantee that she would ever see Langdon again, so why not think of him in a way that brought him closer to her?

Many nights, Patience lay nude in her bed, gently rubbing her sparsely-haired blonde pussy, thinking of all the things she would do to Langdon, or Langdon would do to her. She imagined herself sucking his big cock, or him kissing her between her legs, or even taking his big thing and shoving it as far as possible into her tight, virginal pussy. By this time, she would be masturbating furiously, and about the time that Langdon would climax, so would Patience, and they would climax together, and he would tell her loved her, and how much he missed her. And they would never be apart. And then Patience would drift off into a troubled sleep, wondering just where her brother was, after all.

School started late in August, and the brother and sister actually passed each other on the campus, though without knowing it. It wasn't long before they both started a steady routine of classes, studying and parties. Both lived in apartments off campus.

Patience managed to hold on to her virginity for the first semester of college, but by the second semester, she had a serious crush on Richard Bryant, her English professor. He was in his late 30s or early 40s, shaggy-haired, mustachioed, with crooked teeth and glasses. Needless to say, he had rarely been the object of such a beautiful creature's desire. He did what any man would do under similar circumstances: he took advantage.

He took Patience to trendy, student-oriented restaurants, they read poetry together, they went to movie festivals featuring obscure foreign directors. Eventually, he took her virginity.

It happened on a Saturday night. They were at his apartment. He had cooked spaghetti and opened a bottle of nice red wine. The evening had gone very well, and he was hoping that tonight would be the night. Patience was beautiful in a pair of snug, faded blue jeans and a burgundy cowl neck sweater. She hadn't worn a bra, and Richard occasionally caught sight of her smallish breasts as they jiggled under the garment.

He encouraged her to drink, and soon she was tipsy and her eyes were shining at him. After the dinner dishes had been cleared away, they settled on the couch and put a tape of some little-known art film into the VCR. Then Richard turned the lights down, and brought the bottle of wine over to the couch.

For the first hour of the film, nothing happened. Richard sat with his arm around Patience, making comments about the film. Although Patience seemed happy, she also seemed slightly tense. Then Richard started to say, "Patience, I think you look beautiful tonight," or something like that. But before he could get it out, Patience had pulled him down and kissed him.

Richard Bryant was not a stupid man. He kissed her back passionately. Soon, they were making out on the couch, the film totally forgotten. Richard slid his hands underneath the sweater, and gently grasped her firm breasts. Patience sighed, and in one motion, whipped the sweater over her head.

Richard leaned forward and suckled her hard nipples, blessing his luck that such a beautiful young thing as Patience would be offering herself up to him.

She slid off his lap, and taking hold of his hand, led him into his bedroom. Once in there, she kicked off her sneakers, and slipped off her blue jeans. She stood before him in white cotton panties, a perfect picture of innocent sexuality. Patience stepped up to him and began undressing him. Richard hurried to help.

When they were both nude, Patience went over to the bed and got under the sheets. Richard turned the lights in the bedroom down low, and got in with her. He took his glasses off and put them on the table beside the bed. Then she snuggled up to him.

A wave of sensuality engulfed Patience. Her pussy began to throb with a heavy pulse, and she could feel herself getting wet. She was ready. She kissed Richard again and again, then sighed as he leaned forward to take one of her hard nipples in his mouth. Patience reached down, curious about his cock, and found it to be large, hot and as hard as a bar of iron.

Richard Bryant had not had many lovers, but he'd had a few. He knew that this was his first best chance to introduce Patience to lovemaking in a way that she would never forget. Her hard, hot body under him told him that she was nearly ready, but he had something he wanted to do first. Leaving a trail of wet kisses all the way down her body, he made his way to Patience's pussy. "Open your legs, Patience," he said.

Eagerly she opened her legs for him. Richard crawled between, and took a good look at her cunt. Her pubic hair was downy and sparse. It was also blonde--Patience was a true blonde. Her outer labia were plump and swollen with desire. When he gently spread her, her tight inner labia were pasted together with her abundant secretions.

Richard began kissing all around her pussy. He nuzzled her pubic hair and gave her butthole a long, slow lick. Patience moaned in pleasure. For the longest time (it seemed to Patience), he kissed her everywhere but where she wanted to be kissed--right inside of her moist chasm. But Richard was only teasing her. When at last his tongue gently pried her apart, it was like an electric shock to Patience. His tongue was so hot and so strong!

"Oh!!" she cried. "Oh! Oh! That feels so good! Yes, do that some more, Richard!"

Patience's pussy was sweet, tart and absolutely delicious. Richard gently licked her from butthole to clitoris, and then back down again. He reached up and gently pulled her lips apart to give himself better access. When he flicked her clit gently, Patience grunted in pleasure. She kept squirming on the bed, trying to get more of her moisting cunt to him. Richard grasped her thighs and held them back, completely opening her up to him. Sensing that she was close, he closed his mouth over her clit, and sucked on it gently, at the same time flicking it with his tongue.

"Oh Richard, that's it!! Don't stop, don't stop, don't stop!!! Ugh! I'm gonna come!!! Oh, oh, unghhhhh!!!" Patience convulsed in pleasure, arching her back up off the bed as her orgasm gripped her, tearing out cry after cry from her young throat.

Richard gently let her down, lightly licking her energized, free-flowing pussy. When she had relaxed a little, he raised himself up between her splayed legs. He looked down at the beautiful girl arrayed before him. Her slim legs, tight young pussy, flat stomach, and firm tits were his--at least for tonight. Patience saw him looking and asked, "Do you like what you see, Richard?"

"Oh yes," he managed to get out. "I think you're quite beautiful, my dear."

She smiled at him, held out her arms in an age-old gesture of welcome, and said, "Come into me."

Richard took the flaring purple head of his cock (Had it ever been this hard or this large?) and put it at the entrance to Patience's warm and welcoming pussy. Slowly he let himself down on her body, as his dick slid slowly into her lubricated passage.

Patience had one brief instant of pain as the glans of his cock penetrated her hymen, but then there was nothing but a fullness and pleasure that she had never known before. She had masturbated many times, but she'd never had anything in her pussy. The combined sensations of Richard's cock in her, his lips on her lips and his arms enfolding her, almost made her pass out.

Richard, feeling more like a lover than he'd ever felt, reveled in the feeling of Patience's gripping young cunt massaging his cock. He began thrusting slowly and deeply, biting his lip and thinking of baseball scores to keep from coming too soon. Patience grunted in pleasure and opened herself up completely to him. He would thrust deeply, then send several shifting probes into Patience's innermost recesses, while at the same time grinding against her clitoris.

"My darling, is what I'm doing pleasing you?" he asked the squirming girl beneath him.

"Ugh, oh yes, yes Richard! It feels good! Just keep doing it! Oh yes! Like that! A little longer and I'm going to come!" Patience wrapped arms and legs around the English professor's straining body. Patience groaned in pleasure even as he was kissing her. She felt like hot buttered silk, and he was about to pop himself, but he was determined that she would come first!

Deeper and faster he fucked her. Her breath was fast and ragged now. Her eyes were gazing into his, glazed with lust, an unspoken plea in them: Make me come. Show me what it's like to come with a man in me. Her hips snapped back at him, meeting his every thrust. Richard was sure he had never been this hard.

Patience's cunt was as strong and athletic as her body. It gripped him strongly, milking his male essence, his sperm, out of him, He felt as if he were being devoured by her.

"Oh, oh, oh baby, I'm coming!! I'm coming! Aghhhhh!" Patience screamed as her climax ripped through her. Her nails raked his back and Richard felt the spasmodic contractions of her pussy as the waves of pleasure radiated throughout her body from the cunty core of her being.

Just a few seconds later, he too felt the rush of orgasm as his pent-up semen spilled over and he pumped bolt after hot, aching bolt of sperm into her pussy. He cried out in pleasure, holding her tight and thrusting and holding deeply as he emptied himself into her.

Richard laid on top of Patience for a long time, partially because she felt so good, and partially because she wouldn't let him out. "Stay in me," she said, "you're not heavy." Eventually, he softened and fell out of her. Exhausted, he rolled over and fell asleep. 

He awoke an hour later. Patience was on the bed, dressed, smiling at him. "Hey," he said, "can't you stay the night?"

"No," Patience said, "I have an early class tomorrow."

"Well, you could leave from here. I've got a class, also."

Patience seemed uncomfortable. "Richard," she said, "what happened tonight was wonderful, and I wouldn't have wanted it to happen with anyone else. (Well, maybe with just one other person, she thought.) But, I've got to think about our relationship for a while. Now that we've made love, it has changed. I'm not sure of where I want to go from here."

"Wait a minute, Patience. You don't have to leave. It can go wherever you want!" Richard was stunned. He had been sure that she would be with him for a while, now that he had taken her virginity. Now she was saying she wasn't sure where she wanted to go. He suddenly felt defeated.

Patience got up from the bed. Richard watched admiringly as she walked across the room and picked up her purse. "Will you call me this week?" she asked.

He forced a smile. "You can bet on it," he said. Patience came to the bed, leaned over and kissed him gently on the lips. It was a goodbye kiss, he now realized. With a smile and a little wave, Patience left. Richard slumped in the bed, suddenly depressed.

Chapter Four

Both Langdon and Patience passed their first semester in North Central College without discovering the presence of the other. To be sure, they weren't entirely unaware of the other's presence, but it was largely on an unconscious level. For example, several times Patience was sitting on the grass in a area known as "the Quad" on campus, when something would cause her to look up. Usually she saw nothing, but once she saw a tall, dark-haired, handsome young man walking by her at just that time. As she had been totally engrossed in her studies, she couldn't imagine what had caused her to look up.

In Langdon's case, he was also vaguely aware of Patience's presence, though once again it was on an unconscious level. More than once, he had stopped what he was doing to admire the tall, leggy, short-haired blonde girl as she crossed in front of him. But it was strictly casual, and he forgot about it immediately.




Patience's Virtue



There was little time for Langdon to search for Patience. His schoolwork, and athletics, kept him very busy. Langdon went out for, and made, the basketball team. He was also active in intramurals. The other thing that kept him busy was his affair with an older woman.

Roberta Sedgewick was slender, of medium height, with washed-out blue eyes and long straight brown hair.

She was also in her 40s. (She would never tell Langdon exactly how old she was.) She ran a craft shop in the town where Langdon lived with his foster parents, and had visited the pool where he worked from time to time. She described herself as an "ex-hippie". Toward the end of the summer, they had become friendly. Langdon had been attracted to her, but at the time had been dating Bonnie, so he had not pursued it. 

He had broken up with Bonnie once he had left for school, but still came home on weekends to visit his foster parents. On one of these weekend visits, he had stopped in to see Roberta at her shop.

"Well, hello, college boy," she said from behind the counter. She came around and gave him a big hug. Roberta was wearing faded old jeans and a loose chambray shirt with a red bandanna around her neck. When she hugged him, he could tell that she was braless. She also smelled good, and he told her so.

"Oh, do you like that fragrance?" she asked coquettishly.

"Yes, I do. What's it called," he said.

"It's called, `Follow Me'," Roberta said, raising one eyebrow slightly.

Langdon laughed. "Well, it really smells good on you," he said.

They talked a while longer, about inconsequential things, just small talk. Finally Langdon said, "Well, I'll be going, I guess." He started for the door.

Roberta said quickly, "Wait, don't go yet."

Langdon turned around. "What are you doing tonight?" the older woman asked, a trifle hesitantly.

"Oh, nothing really. Probably just hang around at home or maybe go to a movie. I hadn't decided yet." In reality, he was dreading staying home with his foster parents that night, not because he didn't love them, but because he felt edgy--he needed to get out.

"Why don't you come over to my house for dinner tonight?" Roberta asked. She was trying to seem casual, but her eyes looked slightly worried. Worried that he might refuse. Worried that he might not find her attractive.

Langdon was not insensitive or stupid. Although inexperienced, he realized that Roberta was coming on to him. He took a good look at her. She had blue, soulful eyes, long brown hair, and a good figure hidden under the blue jeans and shirt. "Okay, you're on,"

he said. 

Roberta smiled brightly, her relief evident. "What would you like?" she asked.

"Oh, I don't know. You choose," he said. "What time shall I come over?"

"How about six-thirty?" she asked. "That will give us time to talk."

"Sounds good," he said. "See you then." 

At six-thirty-five that evening, Langdon knocked on Roberta's door. She answered it wearing a white cotton sundress through which he could clearly see her panties. He could also see that she wore no bra. Her nipples were erect, and very visible through the thin fabric. He felt a surge of excitement.

"Hi, come on in," she said. She smelled good--fresh and clean, with only a trace of a floral perfume. "I hope you don't mind," she said. "I guess I should have told you that I'm a vegetarian."

"That's all right with me," he said. Langdon had brought a bottle of wine. It was white zinfadel, and it was still cold--he had just gotten it out of his refrigerator. He followed her into the kitchen.

"Do you drink wine?" he asked.

"Yes, I do, occasionally," Roberta answered.

"Well, let's try this zinfadel. I've heard it's really good." 

"Oh, so are you a wine expert?" Roberta smiled to show that she was teasing him.

"No, not exactly, but I do like a nice glass every now and then. Where's your corkscrew?"

She reached into a drawer, and handed it to him.

He opened the wine, and poured them each some into the glasses she got down. It was medium-dry, crisp, and nicely chilled. "Mmmm," she said. "It's good. Do you want an appetizer or anything?"

"No, just the wine's all right for now. I'll wait for dinner. By the way, what are we having?"

"We're having my special vegetable lasagne, a tossed salad, and warm bread. How does that sound?"

"It sounds delicious," he said. "How about if I put on some music while you finish?"

"You know," she said, taking a drink of the wine, "that's a very good idea."

Langdon went into the living room, and looked through her collection of albums (not CDs, he noted), and picked out an album of soft, romantic rock by a group that had been popular in the seventies. He put it on, and as soon as the music began, Roberta came to her living room door, and said, "Now, how did you know that I've been wanting to hear that?" 

"Just lucky, I guess," he said. 

While the music played, he sat in the kitchen, watching her prepare dinner. The lasagne was in the oven, and it did smell good. He watched while she cut up carrots and onions and tomatoes, then tore spinach leaves into small pieces. She made a big bowl of salad, and left it in the refrigerator to chill, then got out a large loaf of Italian bread. This she put on a baking sheet and put into the oven. With a sigh, she sat down at the table across from him. "Pour me a little more, would you please?" she said, holding out her glass. Langdon poured her another glassful.

"So, how is the shop doing?" he asked, trying to make conversation.

"It's doing fine," she said. "How is school?" 

"It's okay," he said. "I'm doing better than I thought I would." From that, the conversation became less tense. Langdon enjoyed talking about school. He was a good student, and he told Roberta about all his courses and instructors. He did not tell her about intending to find Patience.

Something beeped in the kitchen, and Roberta got up. "That means everything's ready," she said.

Langdon helped her set the table, and they sat down to eat. He was hungry; he hadn't eaten since before noon. As he ate, he complimented Roberta on her cooking. The bread, salad and lasagne were delicious, and the wine, which they drank glass after glass of, complemented the meal perfectly.

When they were done, they retired to the living room, where Langdon played several albums of old hits from the sixties and seventies. They were both tipsy by then, and Roberta was leaning heavily on him. She even had her hand on his thigh. Absently, she stroked him. He felt himself getting hard.

"This is so nice," Roberta said wistfully. "Are you having a good time, Langdon?"

He looked down into her bleary, slightly sad eyes and said, "Yes, I'm having a very good time." Then, he kissed her. Roberta responded immediately, as if she had been waiting for this moment all evening long. She made her lips very soft and yet firm, and drew his tongue right into her mouth. 

The kiss went on and on, until Roberta broke for air. "Wow," she said, "you're really a good kisser, Langdon."

"Thank you," he said. They both drank more wine. By this time, the music had stopped. Langdon made to get up, but Roberta pulled him back down. They kissed again.

Langdon let his lips play along the curve of her neck. It was a very nice neck. The skin was smooth and clear and smelled fresh. Roberta sighed deeply, and reached into Langdon's shirt. She rubbed his chest and gently squeezed his nipples, something which Langdon felt in his hardening cock. "Wait a minute," Roberta said. She stood up, slightly unsteadily, and with one motion, pulled the sundress off over her head.

Roberta Sedgewick may have been in her forties, but she had not let herself go. She still had a very nice body. Her legs were slender and brown, and her breasts were medium-sized and firm, with large brown nipples. She put out her hand. Langdon took it. She pulled him to his feet, and led him down the hall to the bedroom, turning out lights as she went.

She still had her white cotton panties on, and she kept them on, as she undressed him. Langdon had the impression that she would have hurried, if the wine hadn't slowed her down. Roberta carefully unbuttoned his shirt and took it off. Then, trembling slightly, she knelt before him and began undoing his pants.

"My god," she said, "in all my life, I've never knelt before a man. But here I am, kneeling before you, Langdon. I've needed a man for a long time."

Langdon, in addition to not being insensitive or stupid, was also wise beyond his years. He could see the want in her eyes, the vulnerability, the conflict of emotions she was battling with. As an ex-hippie and presumably a feminist, taking a submissive position with respect to a man was against all of Roberta's training. Yet, here she was, with trembling fingers undoing his pants, unfastening his belt, pulling down his trousers, and then throwing her arms around his waist, while she nuzzled his hard, erect cock through his underwear. "Ohhhh," she moaned softly, kissing his penis through the material.

Langdon gently cradled her head, wrapping his fingers in her hair. She mewed contentedly, making no other motions. "Pull my underwear down," he whispered to her.

He thought for a moment that he felt hot tears on her cheeks as she rubbed against him. Then he felt her slender fingers hook into the waistband, and slowly pull down his briefs.

His fiercely erect cock sprang out at Roberta. She stared at if for a long moment, drinking in the sight and smell. She had wanted a cock for such a long time! And Langdon had such a nice, large one! Reverently, she took it in her hand, and touched it gently to each eye. Then she worshipfully kissed it right on the tip. "It's so beautiful," she said

"Put it in your mouth," Langdon said gently, yet firmly. He had sensed that she needed to be told what to do. Obediently, Roberta opened her mouth, and took his cock in as far as she could. Her mouth was like a warm, wet, vacuum. Her tongue roamed all around his shaft, then to the head. Langdon grunted in pleasure, and pushed gently on the back of her head. She took in more, almost completely swallowing his dick.

For several long minutes, the only sounds in the room were the subdued gurgling of Roberta's fellatio, and Langdon's contented grunts of pleasure. He let her go on until he was about to come, then lifted her up, kissed her, and carried her trembling body to the bed. He pulled her white panties down, and she eagerly assisted him by raising her fanny off the bed. He got up on one elbow beside her, and stroked her entire body from head to toe while Roberta stretched like a cat being caressed.

When he put his hand between her legs to touch her there, she opened herself wide. "Ohhhh," she moaned as Langdon gently explored the pink and dewy folds of her womanly cunt. He gently stroked her clitoris and she arched her body upward, toward his hand, toward the feeling.

Langdon got up and knelt beside her, his cock right beside her face. He leaned over her slightly, so that his dripping maleness brushed her cheek. Gently, he rubbed the tip against her lips, spreading his glistening pre-come like lipstick. "Suck," he said quietly, and Roberta opened her mouth and took him inside avidly. Once again, the warm wetness of her mouth enveloped him, and he felt his semen start to churn. He resumed stroking her pussy, and she moaned with her mouth full of dick, opening her legs wider. Langdon inserted one, then two fingers into her gripping cunt, and began finger-fucking her. Roberta met every thrust, never taking her mouth off his cock, or losing the suction.

Reluctantly, Langdon disengaged himself from her and got between her legs. He threw her thighs over his shoulders, and began kissing the open lips of her pussy through her thick patch of pubic hair. Roberta reached down and opened her lips for him, and Langdon was overcome by the sight and scent of her pussy. He dived in, licking and sucking ardently, running his tongue up and down her sweet chasm, tickling her clit, and rimming her asshole thoroughly.

Roberta brought her legs back and gasped, "Oh, stick your finger in my butthole, baby!" Langdon moistened a finger in her flowing twat, and slowly inserted it into her tight asshole. He gently pumped in and out, while at the same time licking her pussy. "Now, do my clit!" she pleaded, and Langdon took her clitoris into his mouth and sucked gently, then nipped it slightly with his teeth.

"Unghhhhhhh!!! Aghhhhhh!!" Roberta screamed as her climax hit her. The pleasure came in crashing waves as Langdon gently sucked and licked her into oblivion. Orgasm after orgasm surged through her until, gently letting her down, Langdon eased the pressure on her clit, and instead began sweetly kissing her swollen outer pussy lips. Roberta lay quietly, trembling with rapture. She felt him shift in the bed, opened her eyes, and saw him, still kneeling between her legs, with the biggest, hardest cock she had ever seen. And he was going to put it in her.

She held out her arms to him, and Langdon, after first positioning the huge flared glans of his dick at the slick entrance to her welcoming pussy, lowered herself onto her and into her. She grunted a little, in mixed pain and pleasure, as his enormous cock slid up into her nethermost regions. "Oh god, Langdon honey, you are huge!" she gasped.

"Does it feel good, all the way in like that?" he asked.

"Oh yes, darling, so good I can hardly stand it."

Their lips came together in a wet, passionate kiss, as Langdon gave several shifting prods in the deep recesses of her pussy. All Roberta could do was moan in pleasure against the pressure of his mouth. He was so strong! His hips were lean and muscular, and he began pumping in and out in a rhythm that could not be denied. Roberta found herself straining to meet every thrust, urging him deeper into her sex-starved body.

There are "moaners" and there are "screamers", and Roberta was a "moaner". With every deep inward thrust of Langdon's pile-driving dick, she gave a deep moan, until she was moaning continuously with the pleasure of his hot cock. Her pussy flowed copiously with lubricant, making her hole soft, warm and almost frictionless. Langdon varied his strokes some, plunging deep, then shallow, then grinding his pubis against hers. It all felt good to Roberta, who before long was in the throes of another climax.

"Oh yes, Langdon, give it to me! Yes! Harder! That's it, don't stop! Deeper! Oh god, I'm gonna come again! Oh! Oh! Oh! Unghhhh!!" She screamed out her orgasm, threw her arms and legs around her young lover, and crushed her mouth to his.

When Langdon could see that she'd had enough, he gently disengaged himself from her. He had not come yet, so he was still hard. Roberta cuddled up to him, grasped his cock gently and said, "That was some good lovin', young man. Probably the best I've ever had. Hey, didn't you come, darling?"

"No, not yet," he answered.

"Well, why not?"

"I don't know, sometimes I just save it."

"Do you mind if I help you out?"

"No, not at all," he said.

Roberta moved down to his waist, and laid her head on his belly. His cock was still rock-hard and obviously aching for release. It smelled like sex, like her pussy. She kissed it lightly on the head, moaning slightly with the sexiness of it. Langdon grunted a little, and, without realizing it, thrust towards her mouth a little.

Roberta laved his cock with a flat, warm, wet tongue, covering it from the root to the tip. She nibbled a little in his pubic hair, and gently took one of his balls into her mouth, sucking it. Langdon grunted in pleasure and whispered, "Oh yes, suck that cock! Suck the whole fucking thing!"

His naughty talk turned her on even more. With a little cry, Roberta opened her mouth wide and took as much of his dick as she could. It was warm and alive, and she could already taste the pre-come leaking from it. She was going to love sucking him and swallowing his semen!

Roberta took a deep breath, and deep-throated Langdon. As his cock gently nudged the back of her throat, she marveled that she could still do it. It's all in the breathing, she said to herself. Grasping the shaft of his dick, she began bobbing up and down slowly, while jerking him. Langdon began an involuntary thrusting motion, and tried to push her head even farther down on his cock. She did her best to accomodate him, but managed to control the depth. She desperately wanted to please this young man.

"Oh baby, I'm going to come very soon. Are you ready for my hot come?" he groaned.

"Mmmmm hmmmm," she murmured, her mouth full of delicious dick. She made her mouth very wet and sucky, determined that he should come harder than he'd ever in his young life.

"Oh baby, oh Roberta, here comes my hot come! Right in your mouth! Oh, unghhh, unghhh!!"

Roberta felt him suddenly become harder, and then he was pulsing as bolt after bolt of thick, hot sperm burst from the end of his cock and into her hungry mouth. The heavy dollops of man-cream washed against her tonsils and then sluiced down her throat as Roberta sucked gently and swallowed as fast as she could. Langdon was crying out in ecstasy, overcome by the intense pleasure he felt as his balls emptied their copious load into his lover's mouth. Roberta sucked him until there was no more left, then licked his now-sensitive cock clean with an appreciative tongue. Langdon groaned in pleasure and release, his cock beginning to soften slightly.

Roberta crawled back up beside him, cuddled up and asked, "How was that, dear?"

"That," Langdon said between gasps, "was fantastic."

They kissed, and although Langdon could taste his sperm on her lips, he didn't mind. He wanted to pay her the compliment. She had certainly earned it.

They rested for a little while, then Langdon called his foster parents. He told them he was going to spend the night at a friend's house.

Langdon and Roberta went back to bed. They made love at least three more times that night, stopping only when Langdon was totally drained, and the sky was lightening in the east. Both of them finally fell into an exhausted slumber.

When Langdon awoke at about ten the next morning, Roberta was still curled up beside him in the bed. Her butt was situated in the inward curve of his belly. His cock was hard again. He gently reached down to find her pussy as wet as the night before, so, without trying to awaken her, he slipped his cock back into her cunt. She stirred a little, then pushed her ass back at him, taking more of him inside. The feeling of her wet pussy engulfing him was delicious, and it took only a few strokes before he once again emptied his come into her. He fell asleep again, with his softening cock inside her, cool and quiet.

Only a few people noticed that Roberta was late opening the shop that morning.

Chapter Five

While Langdon's quest for Patience was momentarily sidetracked by his affair with Roberta, Patience's sexual education was also progressing, though in a decidedly different direction.

Patience had gently broken it off with Richard Bryant. Although the older man had been attractive and a good lover, she didn't want to be tied down to one lover this early in her life. Patience felt the need to branch out somewhat. That adventurousness could also include female partners, as she realized one winter afternoon.

It was early in her second semester at school. Her relationship with Richard was reaching a critical point, and Patience was looking at other people. One of those other people was her former physical education instructor, Beth Joyner.

Beth Joyner was in her late 20s, slightly mannish, with a boyish hair cut, blue eyes and a nice smile. Patience couldn't tell exactly what her body looked like, because Beth always wore sweatshirts or loose-fitting jerseys. However, she did have hard, muscular legs. She and Patience had developed a friendship during school, mainly because Patience participated in intramural sports. Patience carefully nurtured the friendship, knowing somehow that her relationship with Richard wouldn't be a long one.




Patience's Virtue



A few days after her breakup with Richard, Patience approached Beth in the gym. As Patience was no longer a student of Beth, she felt no conflict at approaching her.

"Hi, Coach Joyner," Patience said.

"Why, hello Patience," Beth said, looking her up and down. Patience had taken particular care with her outfit. She was wearing a black leather miniskirt and a white, almost see-through, top with a black leather vest. She also had on sheer black stockings, boots, and a touch of cologne dabbed behind her ears and on the backs of her knees. 

Beth Joyner had a nice smile, and now she smiled at Patience, obviously pleased to be seeing her. It was no secret that she went with women, and now that Patience was no longer one of her students, she also felt no conflict at being approached.

"I wanted to ask you about intramural softball," Patience said.

"Oh, what about it?" Beth replied.

"Oh, you know, about when you're going to start practice, who's going to be on the team, that sort of stuff."

Beth looked down at her watch. "Well, I really don't have time right now. I have another class. Why don't you come to my office this afternoon at around four, and we can discuss it. Are you interested in being on the team?"

"Definitely," Patience said.

"Okay, then I'll see you around four, okay?"

* * *

At five minutes after four o'clock, Patience showed up at Coach Joyner's office in the back of the gym. By this time, all the day's classes were over, and the place was nearly deserted. She walked down the hall, past the showers, to where the offices were. She knocked on Coach Joyner's door. "Come in," she heard. She opened the door.

Beth Joyner was in a rumpled sweatsuit. She had patches of sweat around her neck, and under her armpits. She smiled at Patience. "You caught me before I had a chance to clean up after my workout. Would you like to wait here, or follow me to the showers?"

Patience said, "I'll go to the showers with you, I guess."

"Good, we can talk while I clean up," Beth said.

Beth grabbed a toiletries bag and a towel, and the two women left her office and walked down to the showers. The place was deserted. Beth hung her towel on a hook, and wearily sat down on a bench in front of some lockers. "Whew," she said wearily, "it was a long day. I had classes all day, then I did fifty laps around the gym and lifted weights."

"You must be tired, then," Patience said.

"Yeah, a little. I guess I'm ready for a nice dinner and some wine."

Patience hesitated a little, and then said, "So, where do you live, Coach?"

"I have an apartment off campus in the Ghent section of town," she said, as she untied her shoes. 

"Oh yeah? I live in Ghent, too. They have a great Chinese restaurant there. It's called `Golden China' and the egg rolls are to die for."

"Oh yeah!" Beth said enthusiastically, slipping her sweatshirt off. Underneath she wore an athletic bra. Patience saw with interest that Beth Joyner's breasts were medium-sized and appeared firm. She also got a whiff of the older woman, a mixture of sweat and, strangely, some light floral scent. It was very appealing.

Patience decided to take a chance. "Listen, Coach, why don't we go have dinner together at the Chinese place. We can talk about the softball team there."

Beth got up and slipped off her sweat pants. Underneath, she wore surprisingly feminine, pink cotton panties trimmed with lace. Patience noted that, while Beth Joyner wasn't the slimmest woman she'd ever seen, she certainly wasn't fat. Beth was slightly stocky, but it looked to be all muscle.

She also had a nice smile. She turned it on Patience, and Patience's heart skipped a little beat. "That would be nice. Why don't we?" She stood up, and without a trace of self-consciousness, slipped out of both her bra and panties, right in front of Patience. Patience couldn't help but blush a little, but she still admired Beth's body.

Beth had well-developed thighs, firm calves, a firm belly, and a thick patch of dark pubic hair. For a single, heart-stopping moment, she looked right into Patience's eyes. Slowly, almost sensuously, she reached up and took her towel down from the hook, then, with a glance over her shoulder, she stepped into the shower.

Patience could feel a spark of excitement growing in the pit of her stomach, and spreading downward to her pussy. "So what position do you play?" Beth called from the shower.

Patience stepped over to the shower room opening. Inside, Beth had the shower running. She was washing her hair. Patience could see the muscles in her arms rippling as she worked the lather through her hair.

"I usually play shortstop, but I can play second base, also," Patience said.

"Shortstop is a very difficult position," Beth said. "You have to be able to think fast." She stepped out of the shower stream and began lathering her body, starting at her feet and working her way up.

Patience watched her carefully from the shower opening, especially when Beth washed her pubic area, and then between the firm globes of her butt. She finished by washing her face. As she rinsed, she stretched her arms above her, casually displaying her large, smooth, athletic body to Patience's avid gaze.

Patience's mind was filled with images of Beth's body. She imagined herself kissing Beth's breasts, her stomach, even her pussy. She imagined Beth kissing her in the same places. She couldn't help but blush again.

Beth finished her shower, and turned off the water. Grabbing the towel, she rubbed herself briskly. She stepped out of the shower room. She had not bothered to wrap the towel around her. Instead, she practically paraded around nude in front of Patience, letting the young student get a nice look at her body. It seemed that Beth now had an idea of where the night was leading, and wanted to tease Patience a little. As she walked by Patience, she exuded a clean, fresh, warm smell that Patience found intoxicating. Once again, her pussy responded with a spurt of moisture.

Beth reached down into her gym bag and pulled out panties, jeans, socks and a shirt. These she put on. Then she went to the mirror, and gave her short hair a few strokes with the comb. She put on her shoes and announced, "Well, I'm all ready, and starved. Let's go get some food."

During dinner, they discussed softball, Patience's classes, Beth's classes, and other things they found interesting. When dinner was over, they walked out to Beth's car. "Well, I suppose I should take you back to school to pick up your car."

"Well, I'm not in a hurry to go home. Why don't we take a drive, listen to some music? It's a nice night, let's not waste it."

Beth didn't waste a second before saying, "Okay."

They drove around for an hour, and finally ended up at Beth's apartment. "Let's go in for some wine," she suggested.

"Okay," Patience said.

They went inside. It had gotten cool, so after Beth got the wine and started some music on the stereo, the two women cuddled up on the couch together. At first, they sat on opposite ends of the couch, with only their feet touching. But after Patience went to the bathroom, (where, incidentally, she removed her panties and stockings from under her leather miniskirt), they sat together on the same end, Patience leaning against the older woman.

Patience was a little surprised that their meeting had turned into a date, and one that was going to end up in bed. She decided that, if she was honest with herself, she had wanted it to end up this way. She had wanted Beth Joyner for a while. Today, she had simply acted on it. It occurred to Patience that, when she wanted something, she went out and got it. She wasn't aggressive or bitchy about it--indeed, she considered herself to be a nice enough person. Usually, she went about it in a nice way. But she did get what she wanted. And tonight, she wanted Beth Joyner. From the looks of things, Beth wanted her, too.

She leaned a little more on Beth. Instinctively, the older woman put her arm around Patience. Beth gradually moved her hand up until she was carefully, with a studied casualness, cupping Patience's breast. Patience's nipples grew hard. She looked up and saw Beth smiling down at her. Without a word, she reached up and drew the other woman down to her. They exchanged a tentative, searching kiss, that gradually grew longer and deeper.

Patience could feel her excitement grow as Beth ran her hands along the younger woman's slim flanks, molding and kneading the firm muscles. They kissed again and again. Soon, both of the women were breathing heavily. Patience could feel Beth's hands caressing her smooth, bare thighs, then steal upward towards the apex of her legs, where her moisting pussy lay waiting.

As Beth hooked a finger into Patience's cunt, she grunted a little and murmured, "Oh, you're wet, honey."

"I know," Patience murmured back.

They stayed like that for another half-hour, Beth gradually working Patience up to a fever-pitch of sexual excitement. At the end, Patience was suckling Beth's breasts and moaning "Let's go in the bedroom!" while Beth played with her pussy lips and asshole.

Beth smiled. She was going to enjoy this very much! She had learned long ago to delay her pleasure, to make it last, to savor it. Patience was going to be exquisite, and Beth wanted to make sure that she enjoyed herself.

But in the end, the warmth and pressure of Patience's gentle sucking on her breasts convinced her--the feeling was going straight to her own pussy and she needed some relief. She got up from the couch and led the eager young woman to the bedroom.

Patience could hardly wait to get her clothes off. She pulled her white top off over her head, practically tore off her bra, unzipped the leather skirt, and there she was, gloriously nude. For a moment, Beth stood transfixed. Patience's body was beautifully proportioned, not like the older, masculine dykes she usually ended up going to bed with. Sometimes it was difficult to tell them from men, with their jeans, flannel shirts and thick, ungainly bodies.

Blonde-haired, blue-eyed Patience was very feminine, very attractive, and apparently very horny, since she began undressing Beth as soon as she herself was undressed. As she stepped closer, the heat and scent of the the exquisite younger woman washed over Beth, and she felt another spurt of moisture in her pussy. This made her hurry a little more, which caused her to stumble getting her pants off, which caused both of them to laugh.

But finally, they were both nude, and on the bed, and entwined in a lustful lesbian embrace. Patience struck her as eager, yet inexperienced. Beth asked, "Patience, have you ever been with a woman before?"

Patience blushed a little and said, "No. Does it show that much?"

"Not really. I just wanted to know."

This time it was Beth's turn to suck Patience's breasts. They were marvelous! Firm and soft and just the right size. There was a scent coming off of them--not a perfume or cologne, just a warm, womanly wholesome scent evocative of clean, well-cared for youth--that drove Beth wild. Patience gave out little whispered cries of rapture and instinctively opened her legs wide as Beth moved slowly down her body, savoring every inch of Patience's smooth skin.

Eventually, and with Patience sobbing with pent-up sexual tension, Beth made it down to the younger woman's sweet honeypot. It was wet to overflowing with pussy juice--Patience was ready. With Patience mewing impatiently and pushing her cunt toward Beth's face, the older woman began kissing the satiny-smooth skin of Patience's inner thighs. She could feel Patience's overheated pussy as she approached. When she finally got there, Patience was practically crying with anticipation. Beth kissed all around the swollen outer pussy lips, then slipped a warm, wet tongue into the wet chasm between the inner lips.

"Ohhhh, god, that feels good!!" Patience groaned in pleasure and relief.

Beth pushed back on Patience's thighs, and the girl eagerly pulled them back, opening her pussy up in the process. Deciding against teasing the girl any further, Beth dived into Patience's sweet pussy, and began licking and kissing and sucking for all she was worth. Patience was transfixed. For a moment, she lay rigid, absorbing the sensations flooding through her. Beth knew how to eat pussy, and she employed all her artistry on Patience. Patience's whole world centered on the lips and tongue of Beth as she laved the younger woman's pussy from clitoris to asshole. Indeed, Beth spent a lot of time at Patience's shrinking little rosebud, rimming her thoroughly, and then piercing it. As she did, she marveled at the sweetness of Patience's body. She felt like she could eat her up, tits, pussy and all.

Patience squirmed and moaned and groaned, obviously in the throes of sexual bliss. She reached down and opened her pussy lips and said, "Oh, Beth, eat my pussy up! Eat me! Lick me! Make me come!!"

Beth could tell that Patience was already very close. She decided to put an end to the sweet girl's suffering and give her the climax she was so desperate for. She moved up to the top of Patience's pussy, and with sweetly sucking mouth and lips, began concentrating on her clit.

It was as if an electric jolt galvanized Patience. "Oh god! Unghhh! That's it! Don't stop, darling! Right there, ohh, ohh, ahhh!!" The younger girl tensed, straining mightily towards the orgasm that she wanted so much. Beth took Patience's clit between her teeth and nipped, ever--so--slightly, and the girl went ballistic. She practically screamed as the tidal wave of orgasm swept over her, transporting her to another time, another dimension, another place, where sensation ruled all, and there was nothing but pleasure, pleasure, pleasure.

Patience didn't realize until much later, when she'd experienced a number of climaxes, that she had been crying out her joy over and over again. When the sensations finally subsided, and she was able to catch her breath, she looked down at Beth, a little embarassed. "Was I making too much noise?" she asked.

Beth smiled delightedly. "No, not at all. I loved hearing you enjoy yourself so much."

"That was wonderful," Patience said. "Can we do it again?"

Beth crawled up beside Patience on the bed. The younger woman immediately snuggled into the older, and with a small, childlike voice, said, "I really liked that, Beth. I really, really did."

"Well, we're not finished yet, my darling. We have the whole night to enjoy ourselves."

They spent the rest of the night pleasuring each other again and again. They never did remember to talk about the softball team.

 Chapter Six

Langdon closed his English textbook and walked up to his instructor's desk at the front of the classroom. He had a question about the Hemingway story they had just studied in class, and we wanted to ask his instructor.

He waited for a few minutes for the group of students to disperse. Lauren Black was popular; she always had a crowd of students around her desk at the end of class.

As he stood there waiting, Langdon studied her casually. Lauren was not drop-dead beautiful. She did not have a great body--instead, she was slightly chunky. Her hair was a mousy shade of brown, and she generally wore unflattering clothes: Ill-fitting suits and baggy pants. She also wore large round eyeglasses, which sometimes gave her an owlish appearance.

But Langdon, like many young men, still found her attractive. It was her face that attracted them. Lauren had, in Langdon's words, "the kind of face you'd love to make love to". Of course, Langdon had never told her that. Lauren's face was seductive and seemed to invite attention. Her mouth was wide, her lips sensuous. Her teeth were straight and white and showed nicely when she smiled. But it was mainly her eyes that had captured Langdon and the other young men (and some of the young women). They were large and brown and smilingly romantic, and Langdon dreamed of waking up to them in bed in the morning. In some of his lewder fantasies, he dreamed of Lauren looking up at him worshipfully as she sucked his cock, and then opening those brown eyes wide as he spurted into her mouth. Langdon, over the course of the semester, had become enamoured of Lauren. He sometimes thought about her as he fucked Roberta--although Roberta had her charms as well.

He had learned a lot from the older woman, including something called the "69" in which they ate each other simultaneously. Usually, Langdon got on top of Roberta with his cock hanging down at her mouth. They then licked and sucked each other to climax. Langdon would never forget the first time he had made Roberta come like that. She had been sucking him ardently, her cries of pleasure muffled by the huge, iron-hard cock in her mouth. Langdon had used his whole mouth on her flowing, excited pussy, concentrating on her clitoris. When her climax had overtaken her, she had screamed out her ecstasy over and over again, never letting him escape from her mouth. Then her mouth, as if softened and moistened by the repeated pleasure of her multiple climaxes, had seemed to take on a life of its own. Roberta had thrown her arms around his waist and pulled up, so that his aching prick was forced even deeper into her throat. She was deep-throating him! Her mouth had become very wet and soft, and Langdon could feel every stroke of her tongue on him. He thrust gently, fucking her mouth. Roberta, a woman possessed by now, met every thrust, taking him deeper and deeper.

"Oh god, baby, that feels good," Langdon moaned. "I'm gonna come right down your throat!"

"Mmmmmmmmmm hmmmmmmmmm!!" Roberta groaned enthusiastically.

Her tongue worked up and down his shaft, and then scraped lovingly across the head of his prick. The suction she applied was wonderful! He felt as if she was drawing his semen out of him, as indeed she was.

Langdon couldn't take much of that--no man could. With a deep, deep groan, he announced, "Oh baby, I'm gonna come right down your throat. I hope you're ready, Roberta, 'cause this is a big one!"

Roberta's reply was to pull up on his waist again, once again taking his ready-to-spurt cock deeply down her throat. Langdon began crying out his rapture as he felt a hot bead of intense pleasure-pain travel down the length of his cock. Suddenly, Roberta was almost flooded by a huge sticky burst of sperm as Langdon's climax roared through him and he pumped gout after gout of thick white man-juice into Roberta's hungry mouth.

"Unghhh, ungh, ungh, ungh!!!" Langdon grunted as he emptied his semen-laden testicles. Roberta sucked and swallowed, sucked and swallowed, sucked and swallowed.

"Langdon, oh Langdon, wake up!" said a voice that seemed to come from far away.

Langdon snapped out of his sexy reverie. He had been daydreaming. He realized that the other students were gone. He was alone with Lauren, and he had an embarassingly large hard-on.

"Earth to Langdon," Lauren said, smiling. "You were a million miles away!" She looked at him slyly, a smile on her face. "I'd like to know what you were thinking about."

Langdon blushed. He had been caught! He caught just the slightest movement of Lauren's eyes down to his crotch, where his erection made a noticeable bulge in his jeans. "I, uh, have a question, Ms. Black," he managed to say.

"Okay, what can I do for you?" she asked. She was still smiling. 

You can suck my cock, Langdon thought. But he said, "I think that I'm finally understanding a little of the story. They had been reading Hemingway's The Sun Also Rises. 

"So the main character is actually impotent," Langdon said, suddenly even more embarassed. His erection had not gone down--it was, if anything, larger than before.

"Yes, that's right," Lauren replied.

"Well then, why doesn't the woman leave him?" Langdon asked.




Patience's Virtue



"I suppose there are more important things to her than sex," Lauren said. She said this while now taking a long look at his crotch. He got even harder.

"Well, I suppose there are some things more important than sex, but not many!!" Langdon said. He suddenly realized that he might have overstepped his boundaries, but when he looked down at Lauren, she was still smiling.

"I suppose its how you look at it, Langdon," Lauren said. "To some people who don't get much sex, or perhaps to people who are obsessed with sex, sex might become very important."

Which category do you fall into? Langdon almost said, but he stopped himself just in time.

Lauren was packing her books and papers into a briefcase. "Well, Langdon, I've got to be going. Is that all you wanted to talk to me about?"

"Yeah, I guess so." Impulsively, he asked, "I'm leaving, too. Do you mind if I walk out to the parking lot with you? This place is awfully empty, and I'd feel terrible if anything happened because I kept you late."

"Well, I don't usually accept the invitations of students, but this time I'll make an exception," she said. She stood up from behind her desk and said, "Let's go."

They walked out to the parking lot together, discussing Hemingway. Although he had been very nervous initially, he soon relaxed. Lauren Black was just as nice as he thought she would be. When they got to her car, he said, "Well, I really enjoyed talking to you, Ms. Black."

"Listen, when we're out of the classroom, you can call me Lauren," she said.

Langdon smiled his best smile, and she smiled back. "Okay," he said. "I guess I'll go." He turned to leave.

He had gotten only a few feet when Lauren called out to him, "Langdon, are you walking home?"

"Yes," he said. "It's not very far."

She opened the car door. "How about a cup of cappucino? My treat, and I'll take you home after. We could discuss Hemingway." Her smile was as nice as ever, but seemed more tentative now, as if she was not on firm ground and didn't want to be rejected or make a mistake.

Langdon had been waiting for this. He turned around immediately and said, "You got it."

* * *

Over cappucino, Langdon and Lauren discussed books. They discovered a mutual interest in mysteries, with Langdon declaring Raymond Chandler to be the best of the bunch, and Lauren holding out for Dashiell Hammett. Langdon, though he was studying to become a physical therapist, also wanted to be a writer. Lauren had written some poetry. They agreed to go back to her apartment to read some of it.

She lived just off-campus in a second-floor walkup. It was small, but tastefully furnished. Langdon could still see touches of when Lauren had been a student herself; the board and concrete block bookcases testified to the short time she had been a professor.

She poured red wine from a large jug for them, got out bread and cheese and fruit, and turned the lights down to create an intimate atmosphere. Langdon became aware that he was being seduced, but he didn't mind. It seemed to happen to him a lot, especially lately. "I'll be back in a few minutes," Lauren said. She left the room. A few minutes later, he heard the shower going. A few minutes after that, he heard her in her bedroom, opening closet doors and drawers. Langdon drank wine, ate cheese, and waited.

"Okay, how are you doing in here?" she said as she walked back into the room. "I hope you don't mind. I had to get a shower." She had changed into a long, floor-length pullover sleep shirt. It was light blue with pretty embroidery around the neck. Lauren's hair was wet, and she carried a comb in her hand. She sat down beside Langdon on the couch. 

She smelled of soap, not of perfume. Langdon liked that. Langdon poured her some wine. She took a long drink, but left the food alone. On the table in front of them was a large, loose-leaf binder. Inside were Lauren's poems. Langdon had read some of them while she was in the shower.

"Well, what do you think?" she asked, a little anxiously, gesturing at the binder.

"I think you are a talented poet, and that you should try to get these published," Langdon said honestly.

Lauren blushed prettily--Langdon found that extremely attractive--and said, "Oh, I don't know if they're that good, but thank you for saying so." Even so, Langdon could tell that his words pleased her.

"No, I mean it," he persisted. "The ones about your mother are beautiful."

"Well, thank you, Langdon. My mother died several years back. My poems are one way that I remember her."

Langdon suddenly felt sad. "My mother and father were both killed when I was young."

Lauren said, "Oh, I'm so sorry! Did you have any brothers or sisters?"

"I had, no have a sister, but I lost touch with her. You see, we were separated after my parents' death. I went with a foster family; she went with one of my uncles. I haven't seen her in years."

Lauren put her hand on Langdon's shoulder. "Well, do you know where she is?"

"I'm not sure, but I think she still lives here in town. I've been meaning to look her up, but I haven't had the time."

"Well, I'm sure you'll find her all right," Lauren said, leaning over Langdon's lap to pour more wine for herself. Langdon couldn't help himself. He reached over and caressed the back of her neck. Lauren froze for an instant, then gave a sigh, and relaxed and allowed him to touch her. Her eyes were closed, and she rolled her head this way and that, enjoying his touch.

At length, she straightened up and looked at him. Her soft brown eyes seemed huge. Her lips were parted slightly, and full with excitement. She reached down to her waist, and slowly gathered up the folds of the sleepshirt. Never taking her eyes off him, Lauren raised her arms, pulling the garment off over her head. As she did so, a wave of feminine scent washed over Langdon. Here was clean, fresh, fragrant womanhood. She was sexually excited, and radiating heat for him. Lauren's breasts were full and generous, the nipples erect and pointed upward. Her skin was white and smooth and flawless. Langdon reached over and cupped both her breasts in his hands, reaching down to suckle each one. Then he kissed her in the hollow, and she let her head fall back heavily, sighing deeply with pleasure. She rose, took his hand, and led him into the bedroom.

Chapter Seven

Langdon reveled in Lauren's Botticelli-like beauty. She was not slender, yet not really fat--just full figured and voluptuous. He positioned his nude body alongside her, and starting at her feet, began kissing and licking every inch of her sweet body. At first she giggled. "It tickles," she said. But as he progressed higher, her giggles turned into sighs and moans. When he got to her thighs, he completely avoided her pubic area, passing around it to cover her belly and breasts with kisses. He kissed her deeply on the mouth. She moaned when he did so--she clearly craved the physical attention she was getting from him.

He then worked his way back down her body, to her expectant pussy. She eagerly opened her legs for him, and the heat and scent of her pussy filled his nostrils. Lauren reached down and opened her generous, coral-pink pussy lips for him. Inside, she was swimming with moisture, and Langdon drank her pussy juice deeply. "Ohhhh, god, that feels so goooood!" she groaned.

Langdon pulled her thighs back farther, opening her up even more, and began ardently kissing, licking and sucking her cunt. For a moment, Lauren was transfixed with pleasure, but then she began sobbing with pleasure as his hot, expert tongue explored all her secret areas. Langdon licked her from her clit to her asshole, rimming and then piercing her down there, to the accompaniment of Lauren's lustful mewing.

Her cries steadily increased until she was on the very verge of a spectacular climax. At that point, Langdon stopped. Lauren raised her head, a look of distress on her face. "What?" she said impatiently. "Don't stop!" she cried.

"I'm not going to stop," Langdon said as he got between her splayed legs. He took his large, iron-hard cock, and began rubbing it up and down, over her clit. He was leaking pre-come copiously, so the way was well-lubricated. Once again, Lauren threw her head back in pleasure. Langdon rubbed the head of his cock on her clitoris, until she was just about ready to come--again.

Then, he plunged into her hot, wet, receptive pussy to the hilt. At the same time, he covered her mouth with his, and began grinding and plunging into her, combining both motions to give her maximum stimulation.

Lauren was overwhelmed. The feel of his massive dick plundering her pussy was almost more than she could handle. Langdon was a masterful lover, and he took her to heights she had never been before. She didn't even realize that she was babbling lustfully, murmuring naughty words and encouragements into his ear. "Oh yes! Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!!!"

Langdon, his blood and semen boiling, strived to give her the fucking of her life. Over and over again, he plunged into her sopping wet pussy. He could feel the ache begin in his loins, an ache that cried out for release. He grunted, animal-like, in pleasure. "Baby," he said, "I hope you are ready to be flooded, because I am going to fill you up!!"

Lauren suddenly tensed and sobbed, "Oh baby, don't stop, don't stop. Yes, that's it, that's it!!!" She arched like a bow against him, and screamed in ecstasy as a climax ripped through her straining body, followed by another and another and another, until she lost count of them.

Langdon, seeing her pleasure, was hastened to his own. Lauren, her eyes half closed in rapturous sexual feeling, looked at him and whispered passionate entreaties. "Give it to me, Langdon. Fill me with your sperm, lover! I want to be filled up, flooded with you! Come inside of my pussy!!"

Suddenly, Langdon knew it was time. A heated flush began in his loins, and spread outward through his body. He felt as if he was immersed in a sea of sensation, sweet and exquisite. For a moment, he was outside of his body, looking down at the two lovers on the bed, the woman securely pinned beneath the man, impaled on him, swallowing his cock with her willing cunt.

At that moment, his cock jerked and a tidal wave of pleasure gripped Langdon, causing him to cry out his joy as the hot, thick semen rushed down the length of his straining cock and spilled over into her hungry, sucking pussy. He seemed to come forever. He slowed his fucking slightly, enjoying every nuance of feeling, until, exhausted, he reluctantly withdrew from her and collapsed beside her on the bed.

Langdon woke from a light doze to sensations so pleaurable that they bordered on pain. Lauren was leaning over him, lovingly cleaning every bit of come off of his cock with a warm, avid tongue. When he was clean, she crawled back up beside him, kissed him on the mouth, and said, "Thank you for the best loving I've ever had, Langdon."

He kissed her again. "You're welcome," he said. They cuddled for a while, then slept in each other's arms. Later that night, they awoke and made love again. Once again, he filled her with come. Once again, she licked him clean.

When morning came, he was horny yet again. "This time, it's my turn," she said. She knelt beside him on the bed, and took his erect cock into her mouth. Langdon was immediately engulfed in the warmth and sweetness of her avid mouth. He spread his legs more, relaxed, and let his thoughts wander idly as Lauren sucked his cock. When his time came, and he spurted his semen, Lauren gratefully swallowed every drop.

They parted later that morning, after Lauren made breakfast for both of them. Lauren desperately wanted to see him again, but she didn't bring it up. Neither did Langdon. Although he was not distant, he seemed to be struggling with something. She decided to let it ride, and see him whenever she could. 

What Lauren didn't know was that Langdon was thinking about her and Roberta. But most of all, he was thinking about Patience.

* * *

It took a little work to find Patience. He knew that his paternal uncle's name had been MacKenzie, the same as his had been before being adopted by the Garroways. So he went to the phone book and checked the listing. There were at least 20 Mackenzies listed. His uncle's name had been Thomas, and his aunt's name had been Ruth. Unfortunately, there were no Thomas' or Ruths listed, and none under the last address he had written Patience at. That meant he had no choice but to start at the top of the listing and begin making phone calls.

So, that's what he did. Amazingly, he got everybody in the listing on the phone, over the next two days. But none were his uncle and aunt.

Langdon thought about it. He knew they had lived at that address until he had been around 14 years old. After that, he had received the letter marked "No longer at this address". If they had moved out of the city, or out of state, he was out of luck, but if they had stayed in the city, he might still find them, and Patience.

So, he tried a different tack. He rode over to the house and talked to the people who lived there. Yes, they had bought the house from some people named Mackenzie, and yes, they thought they remembered a teenaged girl, but they didn't know where they lived now.

So Langdon got the name of the realty company that had handled the sale. He was lucky enough to talk to the real estate agent who had actually sold the house. In her file was the forwarding address given by the Mackenzies, in case there were problems or questions. The address was in the same city. There was a phone number.

Langdon went back to his apartment and sat down in front of his phone. His hands actually shook as he picked it up and dialed the number.

"Hello?" an elderly female voice said.

"Hello, is this aunt Ruth?" Langdon asked.

"Yes, this is Ruth Mackenzie. Who is this?" the voice said, somewhat suspiciously.

"Aunt Ruth, I don't know if you remember me. It's Langdon, your nephew."

"Langdon? Why, I haven't heard from you in years! How are you, boy?"

"I'm fine, Aunt Ruth. How's uncle Thomas?" Langdon desperately wanted to get to the real reason for his call, but he decided to go through the preliminaries first.

"Thomas died a few years back," Ruth sighed.

"Oh. I'm sorry to hear that, Aunt Ruth. I would have called sooner, but I couldn't find your number."

"Well, I kind of like it that way. I don't get many of those selling calls then. By the way, how did you get my number?"

Langdon told her the story of his search. Ruth seemed unimpressed. "Well, since Tom died, I had the number unlisted."

"So, are you living there all alone, Aunt Ruth?" Langdon asked.

"Well, right now I am. Patience is here sometimes."

Langdon's heart thumped in his chest. "Patience? How is Patience, by the way?"

"I suppose she's fine. She's in college now, you know."

"Where is she going to college?" Langdon asked.

"She's right here in town, as a matter of fact. Lives in an apartment over near campus. I don't see why she doesn't live at home," the old lady sniffed.

I bet I can answer that, Langdon thought, but he said, "Aunt Ruth, could you give me Patience's phone number? I'd really like to get in touch with her."

"Yes, I suppose so. Hold on a minute." Ruth put the phone down and Langdon sat there with the phone at his ear, thinking about Patience and Ruth and Thomas. He had never understood why they had broken off contact with him years ago. He intended to ask Patience about it, when he saw her. In the meantime, he thought he could tell why Patience no longer lived at home.

The old lady came back on the line. "This is the number she gave me, Langdon." She read the number to him over the phone. Langdon checked it, to Ruth's annoyance, then said his goodbye and hung up. He was tempted to call right then, but it was only the afternoon. He would wait until evening. 

Langdon suddenly felt a mixture of excitement and fear welling up in him. What if she had changed? What if she didn't like him? He had really looked forward to meeting her again. What if the meeting didn't go off well?

Langdon's memories of Patience were of a slender, blonde-haired, slightly tomboyish young lady. The last time he could remember seeing her, her hair had been fairly short, her eyes blue, and her breasts just starting to bud with young womanhood. They had been very close, even after being separated. Indeed, they had been so close at times, that Langdon had had erotic feelings for his sister.

They had touched in the casual, slightly rough and tumble way that sisters and brothers sometimes did, but Langdon couldn't deny that there had been times when he had masturbated while thinking of Patience. He knew it was wrong, but he also knew that Patience had come closer to being a real soul mate to him than anyone ever had.

He hoped that they would be able to be as close as they once had been. Although Langdon had had lovers, he had alway felt a little distant from them. There had always been something missing from his life, some vital connection with another person. He desperately hoped that Patience would be able to provide that connection.

He knocked around his apartment for the rest of the afternoon, studied, and waited anxiously for the right time to call. Outside, the late winter night came quickly. At six o'clock, he felt the time was right. He picked up the phone and punched in the numbers.

Chapter Eight

The phone rang in Patience's small apartment as she was studying for an English test. She picked it up and said, "Hello?"

"Hello, is this Patience?" Langdon asked on the other end of the line.

"Yes, this is Patience. Who is this?" she asked, puzzled.

"Patience, this is Langdon, your brother."

Patience didn't say anything for a long moment. A curious mixture of joy and sadness welled up in her. She felt her eyes fill with tears. "Langdon, is it really you?" she managed to ask.

"Yes, Patience. It really is."

Patience sniffled quickly and said, "It's been so long! When I stopped getting your letters, I thought that you didn't want to see me any more."

"I kept writing, but the letters always came back, `No longer at this address'," Langdon said.

"I don't know how that could have happened. All we did was move across town. They could have been forwarded without any trouble."

"I don't know, Sis, but I got the idea that Aunt Ruth and Uncle Tom had something to do with it."

Sis. He had called her Sis. That little thing made Patience feel good. She said, "Well, I'll have to ask her about that."

"Listen, when can we get together?" Langdon asked.

"Why don't you come over tonight?" Patience asked. "Have you had dinner?"

"No, as a matter of fact, I haven't. Should I bring pizza?"

"No," Patience said. "I'll fix something. Just come over so that we can catch up."

"Okay, it's a date." Langdon said. Patience gave him directions to her apartment.

"Oh, Langdon," Patience said.

"Yeah?" Langdon answered.

"I'm so glad you called. I've really missed you."

"I've missed you, too, Sis." Langdon said quietly.

* * *

Langdon dressed in some of his nicer clothes for the meeting. As he looked in the mirror, he wondered if he looked very much different. He wondered if she looked very much different. As he got ready, he realized that at least part of his excitement was sexual. He couldn't help it, he had always been at least a little sexually attracted to his sister. He didn't know if she shared the attraction or not, but he couldn't deny it in himself. For that reason, he made sure that he looked good and smelled good. Through a haze of conflicting feelings, he wanted her to be attracted to him, also. Maybe nothing would come of it, but something made him prepare, anyway.

Patience lived in a downstairs apartment in a nice part of town. He knocked on the door, and waited impatiently. On the way over, he had stopped and gotten a bottle of wine, and some flowers. I might as well be courting her, he thought to himself. But, on the other hand, he reasoned, this was a perfectly logical thing to do: They had not seen each other for five years. She was a woman; she would appreciate some flowers and wine.