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Photographs

By: Quesalid



The call from Heidi’s boyfriend was a strange one; curt, to the point and cryptic. He simply said “Heidi is in trouble. She needs you to come over right away.” I found this strange, as my caller I.D. showed Heidi’s home phone as the source of the call. When I called back there was no response. Needless to say, I was a little on edge as I raced over in my car. It scared me to think that Pete (her boyfriend) might have hurt her. If he had, I would be forced to hurt him.

Heidi had been my best friend for years. I mean best – and I mean friend. We talked about everything, hung out all the time and gave each other advice on men and women, and relationships; and when those relationships went south, we consoled one another. We structured our course schedules so we always had at least one class together at the university. I was attracted to her, but I was afraid of jeopardizing what we already had. There were a couple of instances when I was close to asking her to kick things up a notch, but new love interests always seemed to crop up for her at those times.

She’s about 5’10”, roughly my height, and I would guess her weight at about 145 lbs. She isn’t model thin, but wasn’t fat by any stretch either (that was one thing that came up on a regular basis in our conversations – she was very self conscious about her weight). She has mid-brown hair that ran down to her shoulder blades, and brown eyes. Her skin was very fair, and smooth, evidencing her Nordic heritage. Her butt is round and voluptuous (not too big) and her breasts are… full.

Heidi lived in an apartment complex about a fifteen minute walk from the university campus, which facilitated her attendance well as she didn’t have a car. When I pulled into the parking lot of the building I didn’t notice Pete’s car, but I was in a hurry. 

Her building was five stories tall and didn’t have an elevator. A woman that I had seen on previous visits to Heidi’s place was leaving and let me in. I rushed up the three flights of stairs to the third floor where her apartment is situated. Her apartment is the one at the very end of the hallway; there’s a dusty window on the wall perpendicular to her door, and yellow light streamed in illuminating the 3 F on her door. I wasted no time pounding on the door. It was late afternoon so I wasn’t worried about waking anyone.

“Heidi!?!” I yelled. Still no one answered so I knocked again. I turned to the window and fished her spare key off the top of the sill. In less than five seconds I was in. I shut the door quietly behind me.

Her place was quiet. There was no sign of anyone. “Heidi?” I called again with more trepidation this time. I flicked on a light and its pale glow flooded the room. I was standing in her foyer area, with the living room to my left, and the kitchen to my right. The two were open to each other and in front of me was a hallway leading to the bedroom and bathroom. There were a few articles of clothes (read: socks and a sweater) strewn across the living room floor but that was certainly out of the ordinary with her.

What caught my attention was a white sheet of paper on the floor about five feet in front of me. It was sitting atop what looked like a photo album and had “OPEN ME SEAN” written on it in big legible letters. 

I looked around again to make sure that there was no one else around and, for some reason, followed the note’s instructions.

On the first page of the photo album was a photograph of Heidi – naked. She was just standing there, not looking particularly bashful. She had her left hand up behind her neck and her right hand hanging at her side, not trying to cover herself. She was looking right into the camera lens and half-smiling.

She was more gorgeous in the nude than I had ever imagined.

There was a note taped to the inside cover. It read:

Sean

I’m done with Heidi. She lied to me all throughout our relationship. She lied when she said she loved me. She was really in love with you all along. Well my friend, you can have her. But there are a few things that you should know about her first. Turn the page and if you still want her she’s all yours.

-Pete

I’m curious by nature and I turned the page. There were three more photographs on that page and all featured Heidi in compromising positions. The first featured Heidi bound, and on her stomach. She was lying on the floor, looking up at the camera. Her face looked almost catatonic. Her hair flowed down on either side of her face. Her feet were pulled up so that they were almost touching her bum. Her ankles were tied together and attached by rope to her wrists which were secured in a similar fashion behind her back.

The second photograph showed her bent at the waist, leaning forward resting her hands on the foot of her bed. Her legs were slightly spread and her buttocks were covered with bright pink lines.

The third photo had Heidi on her knees, naked again hands clasped in front of her, wearing a collar and smiling. All three photos appeared to have been shot in her bedroom. At the bottom of the page a handwritten not said “more” and had an arrow pointing to the corner of the page.

Maybe I’m a terrible person, but I turned the page. It was part morbid curiosity, but another part hunger for more of her. There were three more photos on that page, arranged one atop another. They were close-ups of her face and told a story. In the first one she peered at the camera with her mouth wide open. What appeared to be the tip of a penis jutted into the shot from the bottom left corner. In the second shot a yellow stream flowed from the tip of the penis into her mouth. A bit of urine dribbled from the corner of her mouth, and down her cheek. I was shocked to say the least at the sight of my friend, the girl I thought I knew drinking pee, and perhaps even more shocked by the third photo of her grinning madly. 

The rest of the book was filled with similar shots of her in salacious and degrading positions of a sexual nature. On every page, she was slick, or spread eagled, or suspended. I didn’t realize how sore my cock was from straining against my jeans until I got to the last page. I felt sick in the pit of my stomach, but also incredibly aroused. 

I must have been mesmerized for twenty minutes leafing through the photos of her. I shut the book and was uncertain of what I was going to do with it, and with myself. It was then that I heard a muffled noise. I had heard it before and though that it was people talking in the suit above, but now distinctly realized that it was coming from down the hallway.

I headed down the hallway and the noise became louder. It was coming from her bedroom, so when I got there I flung the door open without thinking.

There she was, naked, tied spread eagle on the bed. Her breasts pointed up at me and her head had been propped up with a pillow. In her mouth was a bright orange ball gag. When she saw me, still holding the album, she began to cry.

I rushed to her side and fumbled with the ball gag; it seemed like it took me an eternity to unclasp it, but I’d never worked one before. I muttered some sort of half-assed condolence as I was working – what do you say?

“Oh Sean,” she wept once I had it off “I didn’t want you to find out like this. I’m so humiliated.” She buried her face in her shoulder.

I picked up the crumpled blanket off the floor and threw it over her. “It’s all right Heidi, I’m not going to tell anyone,” I said, and hugged her. 

“He… we were playing, and, and he…” she stuttered between sniffles. I examined her bindings, and upon closer inspection, her wrists were secured to the posts of her bed with handcuffs.

“I was chained up and he left, and came back with the photo album. We’d taken the photos as sort of a game. He showed me the album and told me that it was over… and, and then he left and he didn’t come back and I…” she broke into full blown tears again. I kissed her forehead and hugged her, pressing my cheek against her hair until she stopped crying. 

“Heidi,” I began, “I love you and nothing can change that.” She managed a weak smile. 

“Sean I love you too. I’m so… thank you.”

“Now, let’s get you out of this predicament. Where are the keys to the handcuffs?”

“He took them.”

“I see,” I rattled the cuff on the post. I was too wide further up to slip it off over the top, and the post itself was fairly sturdy. “Do you have anything I can cut this off with?”

“I don’t think so.”

“Then I’ll have to go get a hacksaw or something. Don’t worry, I’ll be back as soon as I can.” I stood to leave.

“Wait!” she cried “Don’t leave me Sean. Stay here with me for a while, I don’t want to be alone.”

“Alright,” I conceded. I sat down on the bed beside her. She gazed longingly into my eyes. I looked back at her. “Kiss me” she mouthed. So I kissed her. I put my hand behind her head and pressed her lips to mine. She didn’t have much range of motion, but I think she pressed her hips against mine. 

“I need you” she said when I broke the kiss. “Sean I need you now.”

“Now?” I asked like an idiot, “like this?” She nodded. 

I kissed her again, and with my free hand pulled back the covers from her chest. I fondled her breasts with my hand. God it felt good to be touching her like that, after all those years, and God her breasts were supple. Her nipples were about the size of dollar coins and already erect. I moved my mouth from hers, and down to her breasts. She tasted sweaty and pleasant in a way I think only Heidi can. Her breath started to come quicker and I could hear her panting slightly. I kissed my way down her stomach, nibbling her belly button, and stopped at her lush brown pubic bush.

I pushed the blanket all the way off the bed and knelt between her knees. In my excitement, I’d forgotten that I was still fully clothed, and quickly peeled off my shirt, for her viewing pleasure. I went back to work, this time focusing on her soft and inviting flower. I started at the top, just tasting her clitoris, circling it with my tongue. Then I moved to her nether-lips and ran my tongue up one side and down the other. She was already wet, and her sweat and fluids tasted delicious. Her pussy was water and I had been wandering in the desert for all the year I’d known her. I looked up her body to see her covered with goosebumps. Her head was back and her mouth was open. I little moan escaped her.

I kissed her thighs and lifted her body what little her leg restraints would allow and planted a kiss on each butt-cheek. I made out with her labial lips and rubbed my nose on her clitoris. I could feel her body quivering and knew she was close to orgasm. She was moaning openly now and her limbs were straining against her bonds.

“Sean, I need it in me, now!” she wailed. 

I unbuttoned my jeans and my erect member sprung loose with a near comical vigor. 

“Condoms?” I asked.

“No, I’m still on the pill” she responded.

With that I set to work. I teased her opening with the tip of my cock, leaving a trail of precum, and then drove into her.

She gasped and shuddered. Her pussy was warm and wetter than any woman I’d had before. I leaned forward on her and pressed my chest against her breasts. It was the moment I’d been waiting for. I could feel her limbs straining against their bonds every time our hips met. Her face was a portrait of delicious pain, as she endured the discomfort for me – and for her too. Between thrusts I kissed her and it was not long before she came. Her release was almost anticlimactic as she looked me in the eye and spoke only a single word “yes”.

I came a fraction of a second after she did, emptying myself deep into her. I collapsed against her. 

We lay there for hours in silence; there was no need for words yet and nothing to say. I rested my head on her shoulder, and wrapped my arms around her, hers were still pulled taught towards the corners of the bed; her legs remained spread, and I nestled mine between them. Both of us were covered with sweat. It was the start of something beautiful.

Photographs



I sat at the table silently looking over the photograph oblivious to everything around me. The photo was quite incredible, a very high quality glossy with a perfectly focused image looking professionally composed. If I didn't know better I would have sworn it was taken in a high class studio. The subject of the photo looked like a model, but I knew it wasn't, it was a picture of my wife.

Feeling a tingling running through my crotch, I continued looking at the image, my wife was naked on our bed, her legs bent at the knees, opened to present an unimpeded view of her pussy. It was apparent she had been masturbating because her lips were swollen and open, her clit glistening in the light. Her hands were now at her sides, allowing a perfect view of her breasts. They were small, but the nipples were erect, standing taller than I had ever remembered seeing them.

She must have had her head propped up on a pillow because I could see her face, flushed red with excitement. Amazingly, all of her seemed in focus, from the pink folds of her pussy, to the erect knobs of her nipples, to the incredibly sexy expression on her face. I felt my cock stiffen. Had I been anywhere else, for any other reason, I would have been tempted to excuse myself and rush to the restroom and jack-off, gazing at the picture. Instead, I bit my lip trying to curb my reaction and looked over at the balding man who sat across from me.

"The photograph is a better quality than I expected," I said, turning it over and placing it face down on the table. I watched as he grabbed his thick manila folder and slid another photograph out. 

Holding it with the image pointed downward, he handed it to me saying, "I told you when you hired me I work with only the best equipment. I'm much more expensive than most the others and here is why." He turned the photo over and let it fall to the table in front of me.

Looking down at the image I thought perhaps he handed me a copy of the first photo. This one was of equal quality and had basically the same view of my wife except she turned her head a bit. Focusing my attention to the edge of the photo I could see it, the purplish tip of a cock just coming into the picture. Before I really got a look at it, the man across from me tossed another photo, this one with an erect cock fully in the picture and my wife's fingers daintily wrapped around its sizable shaft.

"The angle of the photo changed here," I said.

"Remote control on the concealed camera," he replied anticipating my question.

"So you watched..."

"To get photos like this I've got to peek under a few sheets," he said handing me another shot.

Grabbing it from him I now looked as my wife, her cheeks bulging around the man's cock, her fingers gently caressing his balls while the man's hand reached down between my wife's legs, one finger pushed into her wet opening. Trying to maintain my composure, I grabbed my glass of water and took a long gulp. Placing the glass back onto the table, I reached out and one by one looked at each of the photographs as they were handed to me.

It was as if I was scanning through an adult film, skipping from still shot to still shot as my wife's head bobbed up and down on this man's cock, while he pumped his fingers in and out of her pussy and then toyed with her clit. The scene slowly progressed as the man then moved between her legs and I watched in stop motion photography as the purplish head slowly disappeared between her pussy lips and he plunged into her. Amazingly, the photo quality remained the same as if I was looking at very high quality pornography.

As I sifted down the stack I noticed the camera angle move again, this time focusing on my wife's face. In still after still I watched her expression change, much like it used to for me as she got closer, ever closer and then finally coming with an expressive, emotional release that would be so exciting in itself that I would almost always come immediately after her. Now I watched as she expressed the same intense need and overpowering joy with this... this strange man.

Gritting my teeth I shuffled through the last of the photos, seeing the progression, the man arching his back and obviously coming. The camera changed angles once again and I watched as the man's cock slipped out of her pussy. The final shot showed them sleeping together with a clear view between my wife's legs as his cum oozed out of her. I took the stack of photos, banged the edges on the table to arrange them neatly and handed them back to the man across the table from me.

Looking back at me with a professional, emotionless stare, he slipped the pictures into the manila folder and then handed it to me. Reaching into my jacket pocket I pulled out an envelope stuffed with cash. Handing it to him I said, "Here it is, fifteen thousand. With the retainer I already gave you I think you should be set."

Smiling at me he said softly, "Thank you, here's your receipt."

I looked at the page noticing he had written "Paid in Full – Cash" across the bottom of the page. Carefully folding the page in half, I slipped it in the folder and then asked, "The negatives?"

"In the folder. You may want to keep them separate though, in case something happens to the photos."

"Thank you," I said, standing up and reaching for the folder.

The man across the table stood up too reaching his hand out to me. As I reached out and clasped his hand firmly he said, "For all it's worth now, I truly wished I only had an empty file to hand you. Usually, if it gets as far as needing someone like me though, the file is rarely empty."

I could only nod and head out to my car. I had known what was happening, had known it for years, so I knew what the file would hold. I guess I just wasn't prepared to view it all so graphically. Reaching my car, I walked past the door and placed the file on the trunk as I bent over and vomited onto the concrete parking lot. Wiping my mouth off on my sleeve, I grabbed the file, climbed into my car and grabbed the bottle there and took a sip of hot soda.

Driving home I reminded myself that this was all part of a plan, a plan I had crafted over the last year or so. It took some time, but I had slowly gnawed away the insulation her rich parents had provided her with and now, finally, I was ready to fuck her one final time. Pulling into our driveway, I saw her car was still there so I knew she remained completely clueless.

Stepping in the front door I nearly ran into her as she was grabbing her purse and keys and heading out. "Hey hon, how are you?" I asked.

"Got to run here. I'm going out with Jeannie tonight, probably be late, don't wait up," she said as she reached around me for the door.

I took a quick step backward, leaning against the door preventing her from opening it. "Before you go, I think we need to talk."

"Can't it wait until tomorrow, I'm late already," she said, gently trying to move me aside.

"No, I don't think it can," I replied, handing her one of the more graphic of the photos. "I think we need to talk." I watched as her face blanched to a sickly white and then suddenly changed as she set her jaw and she smiled at me.

"I guess now is as good a time as ever." Glancing down at the photograph she said, "John is impressive, isn't he. I mean look at him, god he filled me like you never could."

"Classy to the end aren't you? We might as well figure out what we are going to do."

"Going to do? You are going to get out and that's it," she said arrogantly.

"And the house?"

"Hell, the house was mine before we got married. Bought and paid for by my family decades ago, you're not getting a piece of it."

"Well, before I go, I guess I need to get you some of this," I said, walking over to the desk. Opening a drawer I pulled out a stack of correspondence.

"What's that, old letters?" she asked.

"Well, it's about the house. Something about back taxes, judgments, auctions or foreclosures. I really haven't read it all through."

"But you were paying the bills, you paid..." she suddenly stopped mid-sentence and glared at me. "The house, it's been in my family for years... my grandmother, she was born in this house."

"Yeah, but those tax people, they are a pushy bunch," I said, reaching back into the desk. "They are almost as bad as the credit card people," I continued, handing her another stack of correspondence.

"My credit cards?"

"Yeah, something about not receiving payments."

"But you were supposed to be paying the bills."

"Well, I did pay the bills... well, some of the bills," I said.

"Dammit, I'll make you pay," she screamed heading back into the bedroom. She returned with our small cash box, it was completely empty. "What have you done with my cash?"

"Oh yes, I used it to pay the photographer for all those lovely pictures of you. Yeah, with his expenses and all, and the expensive equipment it added up quickly. But I do have a receipt for you," I said, handing her the receipt.

"I only had about three thousand here," she replied.

"Yeah, well I had to get the rest out of your account. I've written down your new pin number here," I said, handing her a post it note. "I'm not sure what good it will do you though, most of it's gone."

"Gone? I had nearly sixty thousand dollars in there. Where did it all go?"

"Well hon, remember how I used to talk about simplifying our lives? You know, paying off our debts and stuff? I'm happy to tell you that's just what I did, paid off my car, paid off all the credit cards with my name on it and put down a healthy retainer with a good lawyer."

Holding her head, she slowly sat down on a nearby chair. She mumbled, "You can't do this."

Tossing another of the pictures to her I replied, "If you can do this, I think there is a lot of things I can do." Glancing out the window I noticed a two truck pulling up to her car and I looked back at her. "Oh, by the way hon, I told the repo-guy that this afternoon would be an excellent time to pick up your car."

"My car?"

"Well, it's the bank's car now, but all that's in this other stack," I said, reaching back into the desk and handing her another stack of paper. "They're about like the credit card people, get real testy after a while."

Her face was flushed red with anger as she shook her head and began to speak, "I... I... I...'

As I moved toward the door I looked back at her and said, "I know honey, I love you too." I then stepped out of the house and headed toward my car. As I opened the car door I looked back to the house and saw her standing at the door watching me. Yeah, I knew that after a while she'd gather the resources to come after me, but climbing into my car I sure wished I had a photograph of that last look on her face as I drove away.



Photographs and Memories



Photographs and memories 
All the love you gave to me 
Somehow it just can’t be true 
That’s all I’ve left of you

 - Jim Croce, Photographs and Memories


I stood at the top of Mrs. McBride’s staircase, zipping and snapping my pants. Her son Kenny, at the foot of the stairway, hadn’t seen me coming from the bathroom. I watched for a minute as he tossed coats aside and rummaged through the women’s purses. I saw him pick up a brown purse. It was my purse. He opened the wallet and hesitated. He looked carefully at a picture, caressed it with the tip of his index finger. He saw himself, and he saw me. He saw what we looked like at age seventeen: he with dark brown hair, nearly black, cut in the popular bowl cut of the seventies, light blue eyes, sparkling at the photographer in mock annoyance, slightly crooked teeth set in an unembarrassed grin and I with long, golden brown hair, green eyes, and a playful smile. He was frozen in time, just like I was every time I looked at that picture.

His name was Kenny McBride. He had lived two streets over from me when we were teens, and we had been very close. Kenny would drive past my house in his midnight blue Chevy Nova and turn around at the end of the street. I’d race down from my bedroom and out to the street and we’d sit in his car and talk or we’d ride around our small town and talk. Kenny always told me I was easy to talk to. I always thought he was easy to listen to. The shame of it all was that we had drifted apart as adults.

He closed my wallet without removing any money from it – a courtesy for old time’s sake, I suppose. He busily snatched up another purse and, without wavering, plucked out the cash.

I couldn’t bear to watch him any longer. I went down the steps slowly, but without making any special effort to be quiet. When he noticed motion on the stairs he jerked with fear of being caught. He looked up at me with those cadet blue eyes, filled with panic, and I watched them soften with recognition. His serious face gave way to a happy grin. Then it disappeared. He looked down at the open purse and his big hand buried inside of it. As if it had suddenly burned his fingertips, he dropped the purse on the couch with all the others. Then he looked at me and shrugged his shoulders.

“It’s not what you think, Fannie.” His arms stretched out, with palms up in a plea, asking me for something. Was he trying to make me understand?

“I think you’re stealing the cash from these ladies’ purses.” 

I stood on the stairs, looking down at him. The implication of being on a higher plane than he was not lost on me, but I didn’t like it. I stepped down into the room and walked over to him. Now he towered over me. 

“It’s not what you think, Fannie.”

“So, you’re taking the cash, but you’re just counting it, and you’re going to put it all back when you’re done?”

“It’s not what you think ... it’s not what you think ... think ... think, Fannie.” 

Kenny’s face began to smudge. His words echoed and lost their volume. I tried to look at him, tried to see his eyes, his smile, his hair tossed casually over his forehead. I tried to hear what his lips were saying. It all blurred together. I blinked, trying to keep the erased edges from disappearing. He was gone.

“Fannie? Fannie? Can you hear me?”

“Kenny?” I said. No, it wasn’t Kenny. It was a feminine voice I heard. 

“Fannie darlin’, what’s wrong!”

“Where’s Kenny?” 

I blinked and looked around. The room was hazy. The coats and purses lay undisturbed on the couch. 

“Where’s Kenny?” I repeated.

“Fannie, please, you’re being mean.” 

“He was just here. I saw him.”

“Stop this Fannie, you know Kenny is dead.”

Her words blared through the fog that was dulling my brain. Oh my god, yes, Kenny was dead. He had been dead for three years. He had died of a heart attack, alone in his semi at a truck stop. Someone had found him the next morning. He was dead. He wasn’t in this room, stealing purses. He wasn’t caressing the picture of him and me that was still in my purse after all these years. He wasn’t standing in front of me with those smiling eyes, asking me for something. I shook my head to clear it.

“I must have dozed off, Mrs. McBride. I don’t remember falling asleep but I must have, he was here. It had to be a dream. I’m so sorry. Please forgive me, I didn’t mean to upset you.”

Daisy McBride smiled at me in her wide-toothed, friendly grin. She patted my shoulder and spoke to me in her familiar country twang.

“It’s OK Fannie, honey. You haven’t been in this house for a long time. You’re bound to have memories. I do.” Her smile was replaced with anguish, the anguish of losing her son.

Silence seemed the best response. An easy quiet slipped between us and, without thinking, I hugged her. I let her grief and mine snuggle between us. She sniffled and then turned away from me.

“Fannie honey, I’m awful glad you decided to join us old folk. These Harvest parties get to be a little dull sometimes.”

Mrs. McBride rubbed her arms. Her eyes were still moist with tears.

“Thank you for inviting me.” I meant the thank you. I hadn’t spoken to her since Kenny’s funeral. Life had found a way to move on, and our paths were no longer connected. Her invitation had truly surprised and delighted me.

“Honey, it’s been so good to see you. I hope you won’t make yourself a stranger.”

Her words allowed me to take my leave, as she had intended. I had always liked Kenny’s mother. I still did.

Later, while driving to work, I thought about seeing Kenny stealing through the purses. It hadn’t seemed like a dream at the time. I don’t know when reality had faded into dreaming. I remembered going to the bathroom. That was real, but I don’t remember closing my eyes in sleep. This wasn’t the first time I had dreamed of Kenny since his death, but this was the first time it seemed so real. I could smell his English Leather. I could hear the little twang in his voice, like his mother’s. I could see the scar on his eyebrow from an old baseball injury. I expected memories to haunt me while I was in the house he grew up in. I didn’t expect the more sensory ones like the sound of his voice and the smell of his favorite cologne. But I was willing to chalk it up to the surroundings.

Except when I walked into work, Marge, our secretary, asked me, “Did you talk to him today?”

Marge was an older woman from Jamaica. No one knew exactly how old she was because she refused to tell us. She had an uncanny way of knowing things. She could explain your dreams or the weird things that happened to you. Of course her explanations were vague and said in a way to make you think about the possible meaning yourself. But she was very good at prodding your thoughts in the right direction. 

“Talk to who, Marge?”

“You know.”

Marge talked in a singsong way so that when she said “you know” it came out in four long, drawn-out syllables and ended with a little giggle.

“I’m not sure I know what you’re talking about Marge.” The hairs stood up on the back of my neck, and my palms suddenly felt moist.

She smiled but never looked up from her work when she said, “He’s waiting for you.”

I tried to press Marge for more information, but she just repeated what she had already said. Marge and I had discussed my dreams of Kenny, especially right after his death. She comforted me with her idea of their meaning. She told me when I dreamed of him it was because he had something to tell me. But that was all she would say. That was Marge’s way – she always left you with the impression she knew more, but she refused to tell. Maybe she was afraid of changing an outcome. 

I went about my nightly work in the ICU, and by the time morning rolled around and my shift was over, I was too exhausted to think about my conversation with Marge.

I started driving home in the murk of consciousness that night shift workers are famous for, making turns you don’t remember and finding yourself home, wondering how you got there. It was through that mental fog that I noticed, on the left side, set way off the road, an old, large barn. I had been driving down these same roads for five years – I didn’t think it was possible to see anything that I hadn’t seen before. On the side panel was an advertisement for Swallow’s Root Beer. I could barely make out the frosty mug. Years of weather had muted the colors. I shook my head in disbelief. The company had gone out of business years ago. It was produced locally, and Kenny’s father had driven a truck for them. Truck driving was a family tradition. Kenny always drank a Swallow’s. I remember him holding up a bottle once and asking me, “Do you Swallow?” 

Tiny shivers quaked through me. The wood was worn, but the slats remained intact. Obviously, the barn had stood there for years. How could I have missed it before? I heard Kenny’s words, “Think Fannie.” But I couldn’t think, I was too tired to think, I was too tired to wonder about the coincidence, I was even too tired to let the trembling in my body concern me.

I zombie-walked my way into my house and dragged off my scrubs. I fell into bed and sleepily burrowed my way beneath the covers. 

His warm breath washed over my lips, tickling them. His tongue followed, tracing along the outer edge and then parted my lips to make his way between them. I moaned in pleasure. His mouth was humid. His lips were soft. His tongue wrestled with mine for space. A hand held my head in place with fingers wrapped in my hair. Another hand found its way to my thigh, warming my leg with the contact. The kiss succeeded in clearing my mind of everything, everything except that illicit hand inching its way up my thigh. 

It was hard to breathe. My pounding heart battled my lungs for freedom to expand. His kiss lengthened, leaving me completely breathless and unable to say a thing about his searching hand. That smooth hand inching its way to the top while his fingers toddled their way to the inside of my leg caused my muscles to tense. And still he continued, never slowing his kissing and never hurrying his hand.

With perfect timing, his fingers reached the soft outer satin of my panties just as his mouth drew me in deeper. He sweetly sucked on my tongue. My face heated. He had never touched me there before. 

“We shouldn’t.” I moaned, but I didn’t mean it. I didn’t want him to stop. I wanted to feel his fingers inside my panties. I wanted to feel his fingers inside of me. I wanted to feel his whole hand on my cunt. 

But it wasn’t to be. The porch light flipped on. My parents were signaling for me to come in. 

I turned over in bed, shifting and sighing. It definitely wasn’t a dream this time – it was a coveted memory. Kenny McBride had been the first boy to affect me so powerfully that I would have given myself to him, right there in his Chevy Nova, parking in front of my parents’ house. But I never did. We got close several times but I always stopped it. As an adult, after we’d drifted apart, I regretted it. And when he died I mourned the missed chance even more. Regret gnawed at my gut now.

Sleep finally won out over the memories. When I woke, the bed was a disheveled mess. Usually after a long night at work I would climb into bed and sleep so motionlessly that the covers would look un-slept in. I must have been restless, but I didn’t remember a thing.

The sun was dropping past the open window. The house was quiet with the exception of a soft breeze rustling through the curtains. It was a perfect autumn evening. I stretched in front of the window and marveled at the glorious orange and yellows of the huge tree in the side yard. Tears suddenly welled up in my eyes. I was reminded of a picnic. Through the blur of moisture I could see families gathered, children chasing one another, tables laden with potluck offerings. And Kenny and I huddled under a tree, side by side with our backs to the great oak. We sat with our knees up, allowing them to graze each other. Our shoulders touched, and our heads bent together, whispering. Mrs. McBride had hailed our attention and snapped a picture. 

I grabbed my purse and pulled out my wallet. The picture was still there. The edges were frayed with age. The colors were fading, but our faces remained, smiling, innocent and slightly annoyed at being disturbed. I had my hair pulled back at the sides and wore a favorite blue peasant blouse. Kenny was in jeans and a flannel shirt. And clasped in his hand that rested on his knee was a bottle of Swallow’s Root Beer. 

I felt unnatural, haunted by memories of a young love that had never been consummated, almost obsessed with my past with Kenny. A tear dropped on the worn picture. I hurriedly wiped it off. “Oh Fannie, look what you’re doing. You’re going to ruin this picture with your blubbering.” I slid the picture back in my wallet, reminding myself that the past was the past and there was nothing I could do to change it. 

Nighttime rushed over the sky, driving the sun to set. Clouds moved in, swirling in hazy shapes, blanketing the stars. The moon tried to peek through, but the clouds refused to allow it. As usual, because I had slept all day, I was wide awake. And I didn’t have to work that night. The house was quiet. It made me feel antsy. I wanted to do something but I didn’t know what. I wanted to go somewhere but I didn’t know where. I fiddled around the house, making up chores. I finally decided to get out.

I hopped in my car and drove without a destination in mind. I found myself driving past Mrs. McBride’s house. I half expected to see Kenny’s Nova parked in the driveway. I thought about stopping but the house was dark. What could I say anyway? I couldn’t tell Daisy that I was obsessing over her dead son. I couldn’t tell her that I still remembered the way his lips would go soft and hungry when he kissed me. Nor could I tell her that I wanted to feel his hand on my thigh, or his body pressed against me, or more of him inside of me.

This was silly, and I knew it was silly. I turned to go home. The night remained black. The country roads were unlit. The oncoming headlights felt like eyes boring through me, seeing inside of me and exposing my obsession. I wanted the memories of Kenny to go away, and yet I held on to them, nursing them, replaying them over and over in my head. We were in a house, in a car, under a tree, touching, laughing, kissing, exploring. And stopping.

A faint glittering in the distance caught my eye. It wasn’t a car. It was further off to the left. It came from the barn I had noticed that morning. Tiny flickers of light shot through the cracks of the wood. I thought maybe it was on fire, and my heart raced. Then I realized there was no smoke, only those brilliant flickers of light.

I pulled off the side of the road and sat there, staring at the barn. There were no houses around it. No cars near it. It was just a solitary building in the middle of a field. I was curious about the flickering. I gulped down the fear that climbed up the back of my throat. I had a cell phone in my purse. I could call for help if I needed it. 

I strapped my purse across my shoulder and started the hike across the field. The ground was soft from a recent rain, and my feet stuck in the mud, causing sucking sounds with every step. The brush was higher than it appeared from the road. It tore at my shirt and scratched my skin. I swatted an errant bug that had somehow survived the chilly autumn nights. 

I walked on. The barn was further away than I’d thought. My legs hurt from the constant pulling in the mud. My armpits itched with beads of perspiration forming. My skin stung from the open scratches. What was I doing? This was ridiculous. But I didn’t want to stop. I wanted to see the Swallow’s sign up close. I wanted to touch it. I needed to more than anything I could imagine, though I didn’t know why.

The flickering seemed less brilliant as I got nearer. It dulled until it gave just enough light to outline the barn. The ground cleared and turned to soft, mowed grass. I walked to the panel with the aged Swallow’s sign on it. Up close it was difficult to make out the picture. I raised my hand to touch the bottom of the painted mug. I could barely reach it. As my palm stretched out on the dilapidated wood, a tiny sputter of light shot through a crack and hit my hand. 

A shockwave rippled through me, and my mouth watered with the sweet syrupy taste of root beer brewed with hops, an unmistakable Swallow’s taste. I pulled away and swallowed like I had taken a drink. I imagined the carbonation burning my throat and tickling my nose. I closed my eyes and savored the memory.

I walked around looking for a way to get inside. A doublewide door with broken hinges slumped against the large front opening. There was just enough space to step under it. I wanted to go in, but I hesitated. A faint glow of light danced against the worn door in broken images. I watched it. It was warm and inviting.

I ducked under the door to squeeze my way inside. My hair caught on a broken hinge, like a finger holding me back to give me a chance to reconsider. But I easily disentangled from it and stepped through.

The interior was washed with luminous light, but there were no bulbs. The space was empty. Solid beams supported the structure and were the only things disturbing the cleanly swept floor. 

But the walls were covered. Covered with photographs. Thousands upon thousands of photographs, lined side by side. They formed an enormous mural of images. 

There were portraits and snapshots, black and white stills, daguerreotypes and miniatures. There were wedding pictures and pictures of casual affairs. There were women and men, children and babies, and couples and families. Every emotion was characterized. A mother, with an infant on her lap, beamed with pride. A couple stared at each other dreamily. A soldier stood stiffly with a stolid expression. A bride smiled with hope filling her eyes. A family hugged with the joy of togetherness. There were so many I was overwhelmed. 

I reverently walked around, trying to see as many as I could. A child with a toothy grin sat waist high in scattered wrapping paper, holding up a toy train. A woman in black, with tear-stained eyes, cradled a flag. I could feel tears burning the back of my eyes. I didn’t know any of these people, and yet I felt I knew them all. All these lives, connected and remembered through photographs.

On the far right side, close to the front, I noticed an empty space. It was just big enough to hold a two-by-three picture. The picture of Kenny and me was just that size. I opened my purse and found it. The edges appeared even more worn. The colors more faded, and there was a graininess to it that I hadn’t remembered. It was just a picture, like all the others surrounding me. I wondered if my picture belonged there next to a sepia-colored print of a stoic gentleman with a handlebar moustache. Somehow I knew that it did. My picture symbolized a moment of living, just as all the others did.

My eyes blurred with tears as I fit the picture in the empty space. The lights dimmed. I could hear children laughing. And smell barbecue. 

“Fannie! Fannie! C’mon, what are you doing?”

“Kenny?”

“C’mon Fannie, geez, it’s hotter than hell in this barn. What are you doing in here?”

“I came in here to ... to ...” I looked around, a bit flustered. “I don’t know why I came in here.”

“Well let’s get out of here.”

Kenny grabbed my hand and pulled me along with him. He had the biggest hands. Mine were lost in his grip. I liked it when he held my hand like this. I could always smell his cologne on my hand later, after he let go.

I squinted at the bright sun when we left the barn. The church picnic was in full swing. The older men satn chairs while the younger men discussed sports. Everyone was surrounded by clouds of smoke from the open barbecue pit. The women were preparing the tables and ooh-ing and ahh-ing over favorite recipes.




Photographs and Memories



This story is fictitious. It is totally a creation of my crazy mind. Therefore, any resemblance to events, places, persons living or dead, or fucktards is strictly coincidental. Although blackmail is used to 'convince' the ladies to engage in sexual activities, I chose not to put this tale in the 'NonConsent/Reluctance' category because none of them are all that reluctant. One of the victims isn't a wife but she will be someday. This story also includes anal sex and Incest so if those bother you please either move to another story or skip those parts.

To my many readers, I apologize for the delay since posting 'Tattoo'. I don't get sick often but I got knocked on my ass by something. Now recovered, family and household obligations took priority over writing more. This one was almost finished (as was Stacy Brown Got Two, Ch 02) before getting ill, just took a while to restart my creative juices.

Hope you think the wait was worth it. To make up for it I decided to post this as a one-off instead of in seven parts. Don't forget to vote!

Ch 01

"YOU BASTARD!" she screamed at me as her hand shot out and slapped my face...hard. I had expected it but still she surprised me with the ferocity of it. "GET OUT AND DON'T EVER COME BACK!"

"I don't think you realize what you are saying," I said as I spread the 8x10 photos on the table. "Personally I think I'm giving you a real good deal."

"No way," she said slightly calmer. "No way am I going to give you a blow job, you sick bastard! I don't even do that to my husband! It's nasty AND sinful!"

"I knew it! I was certain he was speaking to you during that sermon where he said god wanted us to enjoy everything that he created, including in the bedroom! And yes you WILL give me a blow job. Several in fact!" That made her gasp while her hand grabbed two of the photos and quickly tore them to shreds. "Pristine, that won't matter. I have them on my hard drive as well as copied onto several photo CDs and one or two memory sticks. But at least you didn't ruin the best one," I said as I picked up one and showed it to her.

"OH MY GOD NOOOOO! You can't show that to anybody, PLEASSSSSSSSSSEE!" she begged to me while her eyes locked onto the photo. Its crisp and clear image showing her gloriously naked body spread wide with the perky choir director's equally nude body between her legs as if just finished putting that look of lust in her eyes. 

Hell I KNEW that hadn't happened. That's the trouble with still photos; they leave so much to the imagination about what led up to them, not to mention what happened later. I'm the sports photographer at the local college where I am a freshman. When I sold three of my better pics 6 months ago I splurged on a high end digital SLR and several lenses. I can take photos in the dark that look like there was bright light and my zoom lenses rival many telescopes. Couple that with super fast continuous shooting and my photos can be put together like a movie. But this is just one!

Instead of staying over night with some drinking buddies I headed home only to find my mom's meeting with several of the women from church had gotten a 'little' out of hand. Hell, there were seven drunk and naked women frolicking in our pool and hot tub in our unlit backyard. Nobody knew I was home while I made great use of my photography skills as I captured each of them in some really hot pictures. It had taken me some time to decide which of the photos to use as I blackmailed the preacher's wife, the first one of the party goers that I approached with my scheme. 

"Come on, strip down and get to sucking," I demanded, sounding more certain than I really was.

"BASTARD!" she again screamed as SLAP went her hand on my face once more.

"I'm glad you did that," I said giving her pissed off face a look of surprise. "Thanks to that slap you are going to blow me and swallow my load, then I'm going to fuck you hard..."

"Oh god no!"

"...before you swallow that load as well!"

"NO, Russell, I won't...I've never...it would kill my husband if he ever found out! Please be reasonable."

"I AM being reasonable. I only expect you to do this to me twice a month for one year." Once more she gasped as she finally heard what I had told her before the first slap! "Originally I had only wanted the blow jobs but your second slap changed it by adding the fucks as well."

"Don't say that word!"

"Fucking hell woman, I've got your ass where I want it so don't fucking tell me what fucking words I can fucking say, you fuck! Now strip and get to sucking or I'll give a few of these to your husband! Come on, time's wasting."

Pastor Ron, her husband, was fresh out of the seminar when our church hired him last year as our assistant minister. He was actually a pretty good preacher, but I was super horny and needed some way to get more relief than the few dates I managed to get provided to me. When I mentioned him again she started crying as she looked from my face to the twenty or so photos and back several times.

Realizing her plight, she still tried to barter, "Russell, be reasonable. If I really have to I'll give you the blow job and if you must rape me then you'll do that too. But no way will this go on for a year! Only this one time!"

"Stop right there, Pristine," I interrupted her. "I do like your name though; it sounds so chaste and pure! First of all it WON'T be rape. You will be controlling the action unless you don't know how to do it. Second, if you insist on arguing more it will turn into TWO years. I kinda like that idea because you are really hot!"

"Oh god help me, I can't believe you are doing this to me," she said as her shaking fingers reached up and began unbuttoning her blouse. I really liked it when her entire body blushed as her blouse slipped off her shoulders. It took forever -- about two minutes -- for her to unhook her bra and then drop it to the floor.

"Holy shit, I didn't know how perfect your boobs are," I marveled making her blush deepen dramatically. I guessed them to be 34C, firm, natural and better than any of the teenager's that I had managed to get undressed. When she looked up finally her nipples grew and hardened in less than a second. Pristine gasped when I stepped to her and grasped both of her tits in my hands and massaged them thoroughly. She squirmed and gasped again when I pinched her rock hard nipples. 

Another minute or more to get her skirt off leaving her in just her panties, plain and white just like her bra was. Slowly her fingers went to her waist and hooked inside the elastic band. "Wait, turn around and bend over a bit. I want to see your ass when you do this."

"Oh god..." she moaned as she turned her back to me and started easing her panties down over her delectable ass. 

"No, slower and turn your face to look at me," I said. "Okay, that's much better. God you are SO hot! Please continue."

She managed to stifle a sob as her hands resumed slowly pulling her panties down, even while she managed to give me a little wiggle of her butt that I didn't think was needed to get her last garment off. "Stop right there," I said as she bent to push them down past her knees. I saw her eyes flit to my crotch as I gazed at her perfect ass. Shit, why didn't I include ass fucking in my demands? I motioned for her to continue and she dropped them to the floor and stepped out of them, still giving me a good look at her bent over derriere. 

"Now do me," I said as her eyes opened in surprise. She obviously struggled inside as she straightened up and then slowly walked to me, her eyes locked on my untented crotch. I was glad I had jerked off just before driving to their house as I probably would have blown my load already. She is so fucking hot!

Her hands shook as she unbuttoned my shirt and pushed it off of me. Then she knelt before me and angrily pulled my belt open before unsnapping my jeans and shoving them down my legs. She reached for my boxers but I stopped her with, "All the way off." She struggled getting my jeans off of my legs even after I kicked off my untied shoes. Her eyes locked onto my crotch as she pulled my boxers down to my thighs where they dropped on their own. 

As I stepped out of them she looked up at me and said, "You aren't very hard, and my husband is bigger than that." I looked at my only quarter hard cock hanging at about 4 inches long and laughed. 

"Come on Pristine, start sucking." 

She sighed as her small hand lifted my soft shaft to her lips and she tentatively put it in her mouth. It was obvious she had never done this before so I said, "Watch your teeth. You don't want to get me pissed at you! Use more tongue, swirl it around my tip and shaft. Come on, take more into your mouth. Oh yeah, that's better."

After about half a minute of doing a much better job at blowing me she suddenly stopped and stared as my cock began to grow and harden. I motioned for her to continue even as I pulled her face tighter to me, forcing most of my cock inside her mouth. Fifteen seconds later she pushed off of me gasping for breath as she stared at my nearly rock hard 8 ½ inch cock that had grown right down her throat as I held her to me.

"I...oh gosh...it's so big! I mean...I thought you...oh my god..." and she simply took me back into her mouth and began working her tongue on me, managing to get it around most of my first three inches as she sucked onto me fairly hard. She really started moaning when I reached down and began massaging her right tit again. I nearly shit when she reached up with her left hand and held my hand tight against her even as she stepped up her efforts on my shaft.

After a few minutes I put my other hand on the back of her head and gave her a slight push. She didn't fight it until I pressed against the opening to her throat. "No, I can't. It's too big," she said around my shaft.

"You've already had it down your throat. Just relax and you can do it." Actually I hoped she could do it as the first time was when it slowly grew to full length within her oral cavity. I was certain that was not the same as taking my full size down her throat. No date had ever tried that.

Jesus her tongue was really working at my first three inches as she looked up at me with scared eyes. Finally her tongue stopped moving and she pushed forward. "Oh hell yes!" I gasped as I slid past the opening and ended up buried to the hilt within her. "OH my god that feels so good!" I managed to say as she slowly began pulling off of me nearly all the way before pushing back down until her nose was crushed against my abdomen.

Pristine's eyes searched mine as she moved on and off of me for five or six times before she finally sucked hard and pulled fully off of me with a resounding 'pop'. "My goodness, I actually did it!" she said before her face quickly moved forward and she swallowed me fully again. Her throat massaged my shaft while her tongue slurped at the shaft that was in her mouth. Hell, I couldn't even see her nose it was pressed so hard into my skin.

She was really having an affect on me and my knees were getting weak so I pulled her with me as I lay down on their couch. She moved beside me but I grabbed her leg and pulled it towards my face. Finally I had her in position with her legs on either side of my head, marveling at how she kept driving her face onto me taking me deep over and over again. Holy fuck could she suck cock!

"OH!" she gasped as her face lifted off of me the instant my tongue touched her clit. I swirled it around her little nub, enjoying how it grew quickly to about double its former size. "Oh god, what are you doing to me?!" she gasped as I really sucked hard. Her body shuddered as she looked back at me in shock before she devoured my cock, her tongue and lips trying to out do my own efforts.

I slipped a finger into her gash and she moaned even while she worked harder on my cock. In no time I had three fingers pumping into her even as I worked her clit to a fever pitch. No more than five minutes after our 69 had begun my tongue was flicking super fast on her clit, my fingers pressing hard against her g-spot, and Pristine ripped her face from me crying out "OH MY GOD ... I'M CUMMING!" She dove frantically back onto me sucking for all she was worth as I made her body shake and jerk violently above me. I had managed to do this twice to dates who loved the shit out of it so I just went for the gusto. Again her face lifted off of me in a hard yet silent scream while her body thrashed above me. 

Her climax crested and I eased up on her, allowing her to recover from the best female orgasm I had ever seen. "How ... how did you ... do that ... to me?" she gasped as she struggled for air. "Holy Moses that was incredible! I've never felt anything like that!" She had managed to look back at my cum juice coated face and moaned, "Oh god Russell, cum for me! You HAVE to cum for me!"

Her face turned back to my cock and she attacked me as if it was the giver of life itself. Damn she really wanted my cock to fill her mouth with cream. In this position she was really slamming her face onto me driving every fraction of an inch into her horny mouth and that coupled with what her throat was doing pushed me to climax in about three more minutes. "Oh fuck, I'm going to cum!" I gasped and she went absolutely nuts as she desperately sought my seed.

"Ohhhhh shitttttttt," I moaned as my hips thrust up driving my cock fully down her throat as my balls exploded shooting my white hot lava into her stomach. After four powerful blasts went straight down her throat she pulled back until just my head remained within her lips as she sucked hard and worked her tongue like mad coaxing out another three smaller shots of cum.

I felt it each time she swallowed a mouthful of sperm. It was obvious that she didn't want to swallow the first load but by the last one she was eagerly seeking more of my hot cum. What happened to it being 'nasty and sinful'? My balls were definitely empty but her lips and tongue kept searching for more. Holy shit it felt good!

I had been starting to soften but with this hot preacher's wife working her oral magic on me I rapidly went full on hard as steel. Still she kept right on sucking me for all she was worth for several minutes. Damn I knew I wanted to experience a whole lot more of this. Finally I couldn't remain silent any more and I groaned out "Oh my god this feels so damned good!"

"You must be telling the truth because you were getting soft but now you are as hard as ever," she said as she pulled off of me and looked back at me. "Darn it I wish my husband would stay hard like this! He's only good for one love making session a night."

"Maybe if you blew him he'd stay hard too."

"Hmmmmmm," she said as she took me back into her mouth and then took me deep and worked her throat on me like she wanted me to cum.......right NOW! Pulling off of me again she looked at my hard saliva coated cock in her hand and softly said, "Well, maybe I'll just do that sometime. HEY! I thought you were going to fuck me too!"

"I am. Well actually, if you recall I said you were going to fuck me."

"Oh, I forgot that," she said then kissed my cock before swinging her leg over my head and getting to her feet. Why the fuck did she kiss my cock? "In that case let's go to my bedroom. I only fuck there."

She took my hand as I got up and then we walked together to their bedroom. "Nice." I said as we stepped through their door. 

"Thank you, I decorated it myself." We stopped by her bed and she looked at me as I stood beside her. "Russell, if I'm going to be fucking you I think you need to be on the bottom."

"Right," I said as I wondered what happened to the woman who was terrified at the thought of cheating on her husband. After getting in the center of their king-sized bed I grinned and said, "Your chariot awaits."

"I never thought chariots looked like that," she said as she moved up beside me. Her right hand grasped my shaft and gave me two full strokes before she said, "I think you might need a recharge."

I didn't but no way would I complain about her wanting to suck me off. 'Wanting to suck me off', did I really think that? I believed this was going to be a battle but instead I find a sex starved red-hot mama. "Oh hell yeah that feels so good," I gasped as she quickly brought me back to the present. About five minutes later I tapped her on the shoulder and said, "You can do more of that later."

Even before I could start to tell her to get to fucking she gave me a quick grin and said, "Okay Russell," and quickly moved over me as her hand guided my tip to her turned on sex. I looked down at the ultimate target and nearly shit when I saw her dew drops glistening from her close cropped pubic hair. I gazed up at her beautiful body and angelic face as she stopped with my tip right at her opening. She looked down at our nearly mated sex and then stared right at me as she softly said, "Guess this isn't rape."

"Nope! Oooooh fuck yeahhhhhh," I gasped as she sank down about 4 inches. Pristine groaned loudly at my cock's intrusion. 

She looked at my cock before lifting up about three inches and then pressed down about six as she pushed most of my shaft into her. "Oh ... my ... god!" she gasped haltingly. "I've NEVER felt anything like this! Good grief Russell, you are already in virgin territory and there's still quite a bit of you left to go. Oooooooooo," she moaned as her hips rose nearly all the way off of me before she looked right into my eyes and slammed her body down, fully impaling herself on my cock. "Oh my god! You are SO big! Oh my god!"

"Wow Pristine, you really feel good around me." I might have said more but she started rapidly moving her pussy off of me and then back down taking me fully within her each time. Shit, three times she pulled completely off of me and she slammed back down to recapture my cock super fast. My hands never stopped as they moved from her hips to her fantastic tits then back to her ass and around and around, never pausing for long at any spot.

This prim and proper lady had transformed into a cock hungry wench in just a few minutes and she made certain I knew it as she stepped up her pussy's pounding of my shaft. No more than five minutes after she took the top she leaned back with my cock buried deep within her and screamed "Oh my god I'm cumming!" Her stillness lasted only about ten seconds during which her pussy rippled wildly around me before she started shaking like wild as her hips rapidly moved nearly off of and then fully back onto my cock. Damn she was moving faster than any of the five girls I had fucked. Hell, she was ten times faster!

She had locked her lips shut for several moments before she erupted vocally with unintelligible sounds that easily conveyed her pleasure. As suddenly as her climax had started it stopped with Pristine flinging her body down onto mine where she kissed me hard and deep, her tongue nearly reaching my ass. Holy shit, NO girl had kissed me like that before!

"Damn Pristine, that was some kiss," I said when her tongue vacated my mouth.

"I had to! I NEVER cum from sex! I thought I was damned to a life of unfulfilling sex as I tried to make my husband happy!" She ground her pussy hard around my deeply buried shaft and then gasped out, "Oh god Russell, roll us over and fuck me! Fuck me and make me cum some more! Oh PLEASE fuck me!"

Shit I couldn't believe how easy this was to fuck her. But who's complaining? Sure as shit isn't me! My hips were pumping forcefully into her even before I was on top and then I stepped things up from there. About six minutes later she clamped her legs around my ass as she cried out as her third orgasm powered through her. Her eyes locked onto mine in shock as she spasmed beneath me.

My hips slowed up to allow her a chance to recover but about ten seconds into that she groaned, "Oh god don't stop! Please don't stop! I want it...I need it...I love it!" My hips sprung right back into action as I resumed pounding into her with hard and full length thrusts that shook her entire body with their force.




Photographs and Memories



She had about three smaller climaxes over the next ten or so minutes and my balls were getting primed. Three more minutes had passed when I knew I was going to cum. "Get ready," I said as I prepared to pull out for her to finish me in her mouth but she cried out, "OH MY GOD DON'T STOP! DON'T FUCKING STOP! FUCKMEFUCKMEFUCKME OH MY GOD I'M CUMMING SO HARD!" 

Her strong legs trapped me in place and I just let fly as I pounded relentlessly into her. Damn she came hard but so did I as she drained me of at least seven ropes of sperm. Sure hope she's on the pill! We moaned and groaned together as our bodies enjoyed our mutual cum. 

In the end we never really stopped. Oh sure we slowed down quite a bit but about the time I was thinking of giving her a parting kiss and pulling out she softly said, "Darn it, I was supposed to swallow that." She looked at me with sad eyes and then brightened as she said, "Guess we'll have to work up another batch!"

Never in my wildest dreams did I expect her to say that, but her hips resumed moving, forcing my cock to continue fucking her. We went through about four positions -- she went nuts in doggie -- as I pounded three more climaxes from her. About 90 seconds after her third one I gasped, "Oh shit, I'm going to cum!"

I was riding the top at the time but she gasped out something I couldn't understand while she moved at incredible speed moving us to put her on top. Instantly her pussy released me and then her throat welcomed me back as she drove her face onto me over and over. In between deep throat moves she pleaded with me to fill her mouth. Less than half a minute later I did just that as all eight huge ropes of cum went into her hungry mouth. Her moans were incredibly loud as she swallowed each blast down, eager for the next. Finally she had drained me completely again and yet she worked hard for any dribbles she could coax from me, groaning happily with each drop she found.

Finally I couldn't handle it any more, my cock was just too sensitive. "Stop! I'm drained! You've got it all and I am WAY too sensitive!" 

Pristine pulled gently off of me and gave me a sexy grin. "I take it you liked that!" I nodded rapidly that I did. "Me too! Can you believe that!? Oh gosh Russell, I can't believe how much I enjoy sucking you off and swallowing your cum. You are so damned tasty!" 

"Oh fuck," I gasped as she drove her face onto me forcing my entire shaft down her throat. She bobbed there for several moments making me groan before she pulled off very slowly. 

"Wh...what was that for?" 

"Just to let you know I'm not mad at you! This has been an eye-opening experience for me! Shit, how many times did you make me cum? Hell I don't know but it was a LOT! WOW, this has been incredible! Thank you for showing me how it can be...how it should be!"

I had just forced her to suck and then fuck me and she THANKS me? How nuts is that? "You're welcome!" is all I said. Then we fell into a hug laughing at the strangeness of the whole scene.

We lay there for quite some time before she finally moved away from me and sat on the edge of the bed. I let her sit there staring at the carpet for a few minutes. Finally she turned to me and asked, "Um, Russell, just how many times a month did you say we were going to do this?"

"Twice a month...unless you piss me off."

"And if I piss you off?"

"Then it will mean I'll be here more often."

"Oh...okay. Um, let's see, today is September 24th so there are only six days left this month. "How's next Tuesday afternoon work for you?"

I looked at her in amazement. I mean, she didn't want to do it and now she is planning the next one. Hell, I figured the 2 times a month would start in October but she is hot to trot already. "Um, I think that will work out quite nicely. About 2:45?"

"Okay, I'll be waiting for you!"

It wasn't till then that I noticed she was working her fingers in her pussy and then licking them clean of whatever of my cum she could dig out of herself. Damn she must REALLY like that stuff!

We walked out to the living room where our clothes were and I got dressed. She watched me without ever reaching for her clothes. Once I was dressed I started gathering the photos then rethought it and asked, "Do you want these? I've got more"

"No, you take them. NO WAIT! I'll keep this one," she said as she grabbed my favorite 8X10. 

"Why that one?"

"Because when I saw this my first thought was, 'oh god I wish just once I could feel like that woman looks!' Well, trust me, I have now felt way better than this!" 

I let her keep the envelope to put it in and gathered up the rest. She walked silently with me to the door. Just before I opened it she laughed as she said, "This is so strange! I mean, you forced me to do things I have never done. To do things I never dreamt of doing. And I LOVED it! So thank you Russell, thank you for today, and for all of the future todays we will have!"

Slow on the uptake perfectly described me at that moment as she leaned into me and kissed me gently yet thoroughly, her hand stroking my crotch. Wow! I was on cloud nine at how good this worked out as I left her house and hopped into my beat up pickup and headed for home.

Just one problem -- who will be next?

 Ch 02.

It's been 2 days since I blackmailed my first victim. Well, maybe that's the wrong word as only a few minutes into our fuck session it felt as if Pristine was the one in charge! She is one sexually repressed 27 year-old that came out of her shell with a HUGE bang! 

I have decided to go after the Sunday-School director, Jennie Wood, a 42 year old married mother of one. Damn I sure wish her 18 year old daughter had been at that party! She is at least as hot as Pristine! Jennie is...well...simply a good looking middle aged woman. Not hot but also not yuk! 

I luckily was able to figure out when she would be home alone for at least two hours, preferably three. She reluctantly agreed to let me come over to discuss something of 'extreme importance'. 

*********

"What the hell is this vulgar smut?" she yelled at me 2 seconds after I pulled out 14 photos of her in all her naked glory. "Take your filth and get out of my house this instant!"

I turned one back towards her as I said, "This one really captures your facial features, don't you think?"

"What?!" she cried out as she looked again. She had stood up but now had to steady herself with one hand on the coffee table before she slumped back onto her couch as she gasped, "Oh my god ... how did ... when ... oh my god ... I ... oh my god." She slowly composed herself then looked more closely at all of the photos before her eyes lifted up and met mine while asking, "Okay you little shit, how much money do you want for these?"

Hey her family is fucking LOADED so I suppose her question made sense to her. "That's funny," I said with a laugh. "Money's too easy for you! It's not personal enough. So here's the deal, you will blow me and fuck..."

"THE HELL I WILL!"

"It's not nice to interrupt. You will blow me and fuck me twice each month for the next year!"

"I'm going to call my husband!"

I pulled my cell phone out and dialed 6 numbers then said, "Ok, one more number and I call a courier who has an envelope with these photos and more. He is right outside your husband's office. The courier has verified to me that your husband is inside. I hit this last number and the courier delivers the envelope. Good luck with your plan."

"WAIT! Please be reasonable. Isn't there something else you want? I could make you very wealthy and nobody would ever know except us! Please Russ. There must be something else you want than an old hag like myself!"

"Now it's your turn to be reasonable. First, if I wanted to be rich I would just sell these photos to one or more web sites and get more than you can give me. They love MILF shit like this! Second, you are NOT an old hag. Sure you aren't a teenager like your daughter..."

"Don't mention her! Keep her out of this! She's a virgin and is saving herself for marriage." Wow was she desperate with her voice and actions. Hell, I had never really thought about her daughter until that moment. "What do you want me to do? Let's get started!"

Son of a bitch, she grabbed my hand and pulled me towards her bedroom with one hand while her other hand worked at removing my shirt. That didn't work until we stopped walking but after that we were both nude in about thirty seconds. I looked her up and down before saying, "Now that's a nice MILF body!" I said as I turned her around. 

She ran her hand up and down my chest then moved it to my limp 4 incher and said, "You're not too bad yourself. Hopefully this has the potential I'm hoping for."

"What are you hoping for?"

"I'd like about 7 inches that can stay hard for over twenty minutes and hopefully make me cum. If I HAVE to do this then by god you had better make it good for me too!"

"On your knees and start sucking bitch! And keep your hopes up."

She grabbed a pillow from her bed and dropped it in front of me, then slowly went to her knees before me. Jennie proved that she knew her way around a cock as she quickly worked me to full hardness by using her hands lips and tongue on me. "Oooo, this is a nice one! I think this might just work out for both of us!"

"Suck!"

"So impetuous," she said just before her lips surrounded me again. I silenced her by pushing my cock back into her mouth and then grabbing her head and forcing my shaft all the way down her throat. She gagged a few times but then gained control and showed me just how much she knew. I was moaning loudly as she worshiped my shaft with everything she had, and she had plenty!

After about fifteen minutes of heaven in mouth we both knew I was getting real close to cumming. Her hand gripped my shaft at the base and squeezed tight while she pulled off of me. "Tell me you do have the powers of youth! After doing this to you, you'll need to be able to fuck me soon!"

"No problem! Just keep sucking on me for about a minute after and I will be good for a very long time!"

"Oh god I hope so!"

With Pristine it took her a while to warm up to the idea. Jennie was the complete opposite as once she decided she was game she really wanted my cock! How is it I never knew that this woman would be so easy to get into bed. (Ok, so we aren't in bed yet, but it's just a matter of time.)

She nearly pulled me over the way she inhaled me after her five word plea. If her husband doesn't get some of this every night he is insane! My god not even the school slut was this much of a cock hound!

"Oh god this feels so good!" I gasped as I felt my balls jump in their sack.

Between full length slurps she managed to get out, "Come on ... damnit ... give it ...... to me! Oh god ... I want it ... oh fuck ... cum in my mouth ... cum ... CUM ... oh god ... oh fuck yessss!" And then she was too busy swallowing load after load of white hot cream that blasted out of my prick and deep into her mouth and throat. Unlike with my first victim, I had not jerked off in two days (since being with Pristine) so when I came I flooded her with my largest blasts ever! Hell, if I had expected her to look as good as she does, and imagined she might give such good head I certainly would have drained the storage tanks for her. But I didn't so I didn't. It didn't matter as Jennie handled every powerful rope with ease, her cheeks swelling before quickly emptying while my balls regrouped for the next blast. 

Finally she could coax out just straggling drops but my god did she make my cock feel good! After about two minutes of post orgasm slurping she pulled off of me with a loud pop and smiled up at me saying, "Well stud, that is some mighty impressive man meat, and it produces the best damn elixir I've ever had! Now help me up and then I fully expect you to fuck the living shit out of me. Anything less and I will wish I had just paid you some money."

"What makes you say that?" I asked as I helped her up and then picked her up and tossed her onto her bed.

"Look kid, if I'm just going to get boring and unfulfilling sex, I can get that from my husband! I'm hoping someone with the balls it took to come up with this dumb-ass scheme has the balls to rock my world! So far so good ... oh fuck yeah." She had leaned back resting on her elbows while spreading her legs wide for me. My prick led the way as I moved into place and in one hard thrust drove my shaft its full length into her.

"Damn you feel good," I groaned as my cock head bumped into her deepest wall. "Oh hell yes, I'm going to love fucking you for the next year!"

"Quit talking and FUCK me!" she begged with a suddenly raspy voice. After that she went totally silent as I worked my cock frantically into her. 

For fifteen minutes I slammed my cock into her and never got even a groan out of her. Jennie just stared at her pussy watching my cock pummel her sex over and over. Her face showed the strain of pleasure and slowly turned crimson until her eyes shot up to meet mine and she croaked out, "Oh my god, you're making me cum! Please don't stop! Oh fuck I'm CUMMING!" 

In an instant her legs wrapped around my ass pulling me into her deeper than ever while her fingers tightly gripped my fore-arms. Jennie's eyes quickly moved from my face to her cock speared pussy and back several times while her breathing got labored. Man did it feel good when I moved my shaft inside her super tight cunt. I could feel it as her muscles grasped at me and rippled around my full length. 

"Oh fucking hell don't stop! Oh dear god don't let him stop!" Shit I thought, I'm blackmailing her into fucking me and she wants god to make sure I don't stop!?!? "Oh my god here it comes again! Oh shit I'm cumming so hard!" Her hands left my arms and grabbed my head, pulling me down for a lustful tongue filled kiss. 

Her legs were still super tight around me so my back strokes took some doing. But oh my god, when I pushed back into her it was HARD and FAST! Each time I bottomed out she gasped in pleasure even as her climax slowly abated. Once her long kiss ended I said into her mouth, "Good grief woman, you might be a quiet fuck but you sure turn into a wild woman when you cum! Damn you feel good around me."

"Oh my god," she gasped as she again looked down our bodies at my cock slowly moving into her. "I haven't came in over two years! Thank you for the best fucking of my life!"

Crap, now she's 'thanking' me for forcing her to fuck me!?!? How crazy is that?

"I sure hope this is a sign of things to come, young man, because this sex starved woman is all ready looking forward to our next time together!"

I pulled out of her finally and told her, "Shut up and suck my cock!" I felt I had to re-enforce my roll as the man in charge. She surprised me with her quickness at moving into position and inhaling my cock to the root.

"Oh damn my pussy tastes GOOD!" she said before devouring me again. Again she attacked me hungrily, her tongue everywhere on my shaft even as she took me all the way down with every slurp. 

I let her work her oral magic for about another minute before I said, "That's enough; get on your hands and knees."

"G'bye cock," she whispered to my phallus as she pulled off and rapidly moved into position for me. "OOOOOOH god that's so good!" she groaned as I re-entered her in one full stroke. No way could I believe the way this woman's pussy grabbed and massaged my cock as I plowed her deep and super hard. Each of my powerful thrusts nearly knocked her onto her face. She groaned each time I bottomed out, "Oh god ... YES ... oh fuck ... oh my ... uh ... GOD ... oh ... fuck ... yes ... oh shit yes ... fuck ... me ... harder ... harder ... HARDER ... yes ... oh shit ... I'm almost ... almost ... oh my god I'm ... CUMMMMMMINNNNGGGGGGGG!" 

No further words escaped her as her body shook violently in her climax. I thought my cock was going to be ripped off of me as she matched and then exceeded my strength as she used her arms to power back onto me, our bodies slamming together harder than I had ever fucked anybody before. 

"Damn woman!" I said breathlessly. "You are an incredible fuck!"

"Glad you think so! How about you tell my ass-hole husband."

"No, I think I'll pass on that," I said as I pulled nearly all the way out of her before slamming one last time into her like this. My cock crushed against her inner wall and I held place there, her muscles still spasming around me. After holding my position for several moments I ordered her, "Suck my cock bitch!"

"Oh god yes!" she gasped as she fairly quickly pulled off of me and spun around to inhale my pussy juice coated shaft. Just before I entered her mouth she looked at my shaft and sighed, "Hi handsome, I think I love you!"

"What?"

"I wasn't talking to you!" she said just before she swallowed my shaft and once more showed me just how good of a cock sucker she is. Jennie started a pattern where she would slowly take me all the way to my base while her tongue worked over whatever part of my shaft it could reach. Then she would pull back until just my first inch or two remained within her lips and then she would suck vehemently on me while her tongue danced and slurped everywhere around my shaft.

"Holy shit Jennie! This feels incredible! Oh my god woman!" After those exclamations of pleasure I mutely watched her orally adore my shaft for five glorious minutes. As she was deep-throating me I managed to lie back while pulling her with me. "Okay, now it's your turn to fuck me!"

"Hell yes!" she said as she moved over me and guided my cock into her soaking wet pussy. "Oh god I love how this cock feels in me!" she moaned as she sank fully onto me. My hands worked her tits hard as she moved every which way but off of my shaft. She was the absolute best fuck by a woman riding the top that I had had ever enjoyed. Fuck could she move those hips! 

Jennie leaned forward and braced herself with her hands on my shoulders. "I can feel you growing inside of me," she gasped. "I'm nearly there myself so don't try to hold back. Damn it I want to feel you shoot your goo inside of me!" Her pussy was lifting about eight inches off of me and then hammering back onto me while my hips started thrusting upwards in time with her movements. 

"Oh god Jennie, here I cum!"

"YES! Oh god there it is! I want it!" she screamed as I bucked hard at her with my spasming fire hose cock. "God yes I'm cumming! FUCK ME! Oh my god I'm cumming so hard!"

Just then she flung her shoulders back and supported herself with her hands on my shins, her back arched as her climax roared on and on. "Oh shit! Don't stop...I'm cumming so fucking hard! Fuck me god...fuck me! OH! Oh! Oh! Oh fucking hell yesssssss!" As her hanging 'es' sound died out each of our orgasms receded into the past as her well fucked pussy slowed to a stop with my cock crushed against her deepest inner wall. 

It wasn't until our ride stopped that I realized my hands were squeezing the shit out of her tits. She didn't seem to mind one bit. "Holy fuck!" I gasped.

"Wow!" she moaned before her eyes opened and she gave me a worn out smile. "I think...I think I'm glad you took those pictures! Damn kid, you sure do fuck good!"

"Thanks," I said with a chuckle. My body was too tired to move so when Jennie slowly rolled off of me and snuggled up against me I just lightly draped my arm around her shoulder and sighed contentedly. 

I was nearly asleep when Jennie nudged me and said, "I hate to say this but you have to leave. My husband will be home soon and I'd rather he not know about this. It'll be our little secret."

We got up and I slowly pulled my clothes on. Once I was fully dressed I looked at her and smiled at her naked body. "Like I said, you are NOT a hag and you are for sure not old!"




Photographs and Memories



She didn't say anything, just leaned in and kissed me softly, gently, and with plenty of tongue. The kiss lasted a long time, but who's complaining?

Eventually we parted and I said "I'll let you know when I'll be over again."

"Okay!" she said happily. She squeezed my hand and said, "I'll be ready for you!" 

Before things got any mushier I stepped out the door and walked to my truck scratching my head in wonder. Are all married women this sexually unfulfilled? Have I somehow tapped an unknown to me vat of male sexuality? I was two blocks down the street when I saw her husband drive past me. With a laugh I wondered if he would notice the intense odor of incredible sex in the air.

 Ch 03.

 It's Monday the 29th and I'm watching the high school kids walking home as they pass our house. Mom surprised me by leaving the house about 15 minutes ago for the spa where she was getting the 'full treatment'. So far my scheme had rewarded me with two sessions of incredibly hot steamy sex with two of the women from my church. In spite of that my balls have been killing me with their fullness. Or maybe it's BECAUSE of it! All I know is Tuesday is TOO far away.

Finally I spied the one I was watching for. Penny Wood was alone and about three houses away as I stepped out our front door to cut her off. We had been in no classes together the previous year but that hadn't prevented me from asking her out three times. Rejection times three is hard to take. This will make up for it was my thought on the matter.

I intercepted her and engaged her in small talk for a bit before, "Hey Penny, I need your help with a problem that came up. Could you come inside for a minute and help me?"

"I need to get home," she said.

"Please, I REALLY need your help."

"Where's your mom?"

"She ran out to the store and should be back any minute now." Lies ... such lies I'm telling. "Come on Penny, it probably won't take very long."

"Oh alright Russ. Just try to make it quick."

I guided her into our house without acknowledging that last request. Hell, I was hoping for an hour or two. I showed her where to put her books and then led her upstairs towards my bedroom.

She stopped outside my bedroom door and said, "Look Russ, I don't know what you want, but I am NOT going into your bedroom! I am not that kind of girl!"

"Oh pullease, I know where I stand with you, miss 'I won't date you times 3'." Holy shit did she blush when I said that. "I promise you MY pants will stay on unless YOU take them off."

She gave a half laugh as she said, "Good luck with that," even while she stepped into the lion's den ... um, my bedroom. She looked around my room and said, "Hm, not too bad. I was expecting much messier."

We chatted for a few minutes before I grabbed a manila envelope from my desk. "Penny, I'd like you to look at some photos that I took a not too long ago and tell me what you think."

"Okay, sure. You really are a good photographer." I waited as she pulled one out and then watched her eyes bug out in shock followed by surprise. "Jesus Russ, I'm not into porn you perverted bastard. Oh my god.......that's my MOM!"

"Yup," I said with a slightly smug look. "There are more, many more. Go ahead; look at the rest of them."

Penny managed to pull out a second photo and gasped as her eyes bugged out. When she pulled out a third and then a fourth she groaned and sat slowly onto the edge of my bed. "How ... how did you get these?" she asked before she went on while giving me no time to answer, "Why are you sh ... showing me these ... these disgusting pictures?"

"Well you see ... it's like this ... I'm having a hard time deciding what to do with them. I mean, I could just send them to your dad ..."

"OH MY GOD NO! THAT WOULD KILL HIM!"

"... or I suppose I could make copies for all the teenaged boys at church ..."

"OH GOD NO!"

"... and then again maybe I should just post them on the web with your mom's name and address."

"Oh god, you wouldn't!"

"Actually I might do ALL of them! It's so hard to just pick one."

She finally looked up from where she had all of the photos spread out before her and asked, "But why do you have to do anything with these? Can't you just get your jollies from looking at them while you ... you do whatever you boys do?!"

"Oh Penny, these are like a goldmine to me! I mean, they say that a picture is worth a thousand words right? Well then I have a lot of words right there ... and a whole lot more that I haven't printed out ...... yet." She had a very distressed look on her face as I smiled at her and added, "Besides Penny, I'm not a boy ... I'm a man!"

"No, you're a pervert! Getting your pleasure from taking naughty pictures of naked women: you ought to be ashamed of yourself!"

"Not really."

Penny went silent for several moments as she looked at most of the photos again. I had picked them special because of the way they so crisply showed her mother's face AND her good looking MILF body. Nervously she was twirling her hair with her fingers as her eyes moved from one photo to the next. Very softly she said, "Jesus mom, what did you do?" Finally she looked up at me with tear painted eyes and asked, "Why are you showing these to me? What can I do to help you and your perverted plans?"

"Well, I had thought about blackmailing your mother into having sex with me ..."

"OH MY GOD! She'd never do that! Never in a million years! God you are such an asshole!"

"Yeah, that's what I thought she'd say. And then I thought that she is pretty old and I'm not," and I watched as Penny turned white as she understood where I was going. She sat there waiting for the shoe to drop. "So then I thought ... well ... you are my age and a lot hotter ..."

"You mother fucking bastard!"

"Such language ... and I thought you were a nice girl. As I was saying, you are much hotter than your mother and so you could be her surrogate and then after that I could just destroy all of my photos of your mom."

Penny got up and glared at me as she bellowed, "You are such an asshole! I'm leaving and I'm taking these with me!"

Her hands were grabbing the photos as I told her, "Go ahead, I'll just print more. But remember, you are senior class president and the best bet for home-coming queen. How will you feel when all the kids are talking and laughing about you behind your back just before your family hurriedly moves out of town?"

"Why are you doing this to me?"

"Like I said, you are a lot hotter than your mother!"

"I'm ......... I'm still a virgin Russ and I am NOT going to fuck you! If you think I am you are sorely mistaken!"

"You may be a virgin but that doesn't mean you can't blow me and swallow my load."

"Oh yuk, that is SO gross! I hate doing that! You guys taste terrible!"

"The way you say that makes me think you also know how girls taste," I said as she turned a deep crimson color. "In any event, if you don't like the taste then just deep throat me and take it straight to your stomach. See ... one problem solved already! And you WILL fuck me ..."

"NO!"

"... one way or the other. I really don't care, pussy or ass, either is fine with me!"

"Oh my god mom, what have you done to me?"

"Hey don't worry, a year isn't that long."

"WHAT?!?!?! What year?"

"Unless you want your family ruined and torn apart I own you, your throat and your lovely ass for one year!"

"You said once..."

"Nope, I never mentioned a time limit. Should I make it two?"

"God NO!" She stared at the photos in her hands and sat on the bed for several moments while her brain processed her predicament. Very softly she breathed out, "Damn it mom," as she placed all the photos back on my bed. With her head looking down she slightly louder asked, "What next?"

"Take off your clothes."

"Damn it mom," she said as her fingers slowly undid her blouse and dropped it to the floor. 

"Nice bra Penny, now loose it," I said as I lecherously ogled her tits still encased in a lacy red low cut bra. Very sexy stuff there. She bit her lower lip as she reached back and unsnapped her bra, then inhaled and let it fall to the floor.

"Happy now you asshole?"

"Not yet but I will be. And watch your mouth or I might accidentally miss your ass when I fuck it! Damn you have nice tits!" They really were, probably around a 30C but riding high on her slim chest, filled with youthful firmness and begging for attention.

Her eyes flicked to the photos spread out showing her mother's full and mature tits before she said softly, "Th ... thanks ... I guess."

"Come on, keep going. Take everything off."

"Shit. Damn it all mom," she said softly even as she unsnapped her jeans and pushed them down and then off of her legs. 

"Really nice panties," I said when I saw her slit peaking through her red lacy undies.

"Pervert."

"Are you going for two years all ready?"

"Sorry Russ." In no more than 2 seconds her panties were off and she stood there naked as the day she was born but looking a whole lot better. "Is this the way you want me? How about like this?" and she turned giving me a full 360 degrees view of her unblemished body. Without a doubt she had the best 18 year old body I had ever seen!

"Oh yeah, this is much better! Like I said, you are MUCH hotter than your mother!" She flinched when I reached out and grabbed her left breast and massaged it before giving her a firm squeeze. Then I slid my hand down and stroked her ass as a shiver passed through her. My fingers trailed around her once more and soon found themselves lightly stroking her pussy where she groaned and tried once to get away before she managed to move back into her former place and stare right into my eyes. They never wavered as I inspected her clean shaven virginal sex, even when I slid a finger into her and discovered she indeed was still chaste.

Probably because she wanted to get my mind off of her pussy she said, "Well, are you going to get your little dick out or what?"

"Like I said earlier, my pants won't come down until YOU take them down."

"Oh god ..."

"Come on, get started."

"But your mom will ..."

"She won't be home for at least 2 ½ hours. Probably more like three."

Very softly she moaned, "Damn it mom," before her fingers began shyly undoing my pants and pushing them down to my ankles. She helped me step out of them and then reached for my boxers. I motioned to my shirt and she stood up and pulled it up and over my head and off of my arms. 

This put her face right by mine and I said, "Thanks gorgeous." Thinking I was going for a kiss she moved quickly away and then dropped to her knees before me and grasped my boxers' waist band. 

Her eyes moved up to mine and then she looked right at my crotch as she jerked my shorts down and let them fall to the floor. She gasped as my still soft cock came into view. "Gosh Russ, is this it or does it get lots bigger?"

"Start sucking and you'll find out real soon. And watch your teeth or I'll still send out those photos."

"But if I do this then you keep them private forever, right?"

"You heard the deal. One year and then you AND your mother have nothing to fear."

"I still think you're a bastard," she said just as her lips encased the first inch of my shaft and her tongue flicked about my tip.

"Don't piss me off Penny."

She didn't answer; instead she sucked harder onto me and worked her tongue with greater purpose as well. My cock began to swell and I grabbed her head trying to hold her tight to me. She looked at me in surprise before a quick twist of her head allowed her to pull off of me and look at me in astonishment.

"Holy fuck ... how big ARE you?" she asked rapidly. "Honest Russ, I've never even heard of a cock that big! I'll never be able to handle all of that!"

"Never say never is my motto."

"I wonder why," she snidely interrupted.

"Yup, and I was right! Now get back to sucking my cock! I can't wait to fill your mouth with my hot cum!"

"Please no!" she said as she took me back into her mouth. A few seconds later she pulled off of me and said, "I'll suck you right up to when you cum and then I'll jerk you onto my tits. Wouldn't you like to do that ... to paint my chest with your cream?"

She quickly took me back into her mouth where her tongue worked pretty good at slurping all around my first three inches or so. It felt pretty good but I didn't want her to know that I liked it yet so I stifled my moans as I began thrusting my hips into her face. My shaft was pressing hard against the opening to her throat as she looked up at me with terror in her eyes. A particularly hard thrust pushed my cock into her throat about an inch or two and she pulled off of me coughing and sputtering, her face once again red.

"I told you I can't do that! Never have been able to and you are way bigger than any other guy I've blown. Please don't do that again and I will really make you feel good!"

"Maybe you didn't understand the situation; you are to 'really make me feel good' anyway. And if I want to pump your throat I will!"

"Fine! But if I throw up all over you it isn't my fault!"

"Call it my fault if you want to but YOU will be the one who pays the consequences! Your pussy looks real inviting to me!"

"Oh please god, no! I'll try not to have an accident. Just take it easy on me ... please Russ."

"I tell you what; stop farting around down there and use more tongue while you suck on me as if you mean it! Work your hands on my shaft where you can't get it into you mouth and make love to my cock! You do that and I probably won't force my cock down your throat."

"Oh shit," she said softly as my cock returned to her mouth and her tongue became much more active against me. She ramped up her suction while her right hand began jerking my length hard.

"That is much better Penny," I said as she worked my shaft. "Keep doing it like that; just take me a little bit deeper. Much better. Oh hell yeah!"

Damn she looked beautiful kneeling before me with my cock in her mouth! About four minutes later I nearly shit when she pulled off of me -- finally -- and smiled before asking, "Am I making you feel real good Russ? Make sure you let me know what you really like."

"You're doing fine gorgeous," I said making her smile even broader. She sucked me back into her warm mouth and resumed sucking me hard. She was definitely getting into it and was going at me as if she really wanted to make me cum hard.

About a minute later I said, "Stop for a minute." She sucked onto me hard as she pulled off of me and looked up at me wondering what was wrong. "Get up here with me; it will be a lot more comfortable," I told her as I moved onto my bed and scooted into the center. She gave me a worried look that showed she knew it was easier to end up getting fucked while lying on a bed.

"Now," was all it took and she hopped onto the bed and settled down between my legs and resumed sucking me for all she was worth. My hands lightly stroked her head and shoulders before I twisted at the waist and managed to reach her right tit and gently massage it making her moan at my touch. 

About two minutes later she moved over my leg without stopping what she was doing to my cock and moved to my side where I could reach her better. It became hard to tell who was moaning harder, me from her oral efforts or her from the intense breast massage I was giving to her.

Ten minutes or so later she lifted off of me and worked her jaws a bit to loosen them up. Then she asked, "What am I doing wrong? Why haven't you cum yet? I've never had this hard of a time at getting a guy to give it up."

"As good as what you've been doing feels, I think you are trying way too hard to make me cum, instead of just trying to make me feel good." She looked at me with a confused expression so I said, "Swing your sexy pussy up over my face and I can make you feel good while you do the same to me. Besides, I think you will like this angle better."

"Oooookaaaayyyy, I'll try it," she said slowly. "Just don't get carried away and ruin me down there, please Russ." Shit, even as she said it her legs clamped tighter together.

"Hey, I'm trusting you with my dick in your mouth! The least you can do is trust me with you pussy in my face! After all, if I screw up you will live with no ill effects. But if you don't earn my trust I could be ruined for life!"

"Oh no! I'd hate to ruin a cock like this one!" That seemed to be all it took as she moved around until her knees straddled my shoulders with her pussy settling down right over my face. Then she slipped my cock back into her mouth and resumed her blow job. I let her get back into a rhythm before I slipped my tongue into her gash and slurped it from one end to the other. The instant I touched her she pulled off of my cock as she gasped "OH!" I found her little clit and gently sucked it into my mouth where my tongue flicked at it rapidly and she again cried out, "OH MY GOD! OH GOD YES RUSS, EAT MY PUSSY! OH MY GOD!"

Both of us were making the other moan and groan in pleasure when I quickly spit on my index finger and gently rubbed it on her ass hole. Again she pulled off of me groaning, "Oh holy fuck." After again wetting my finger I again rubbed on her puckered hole and then eased it into her to my first knuckle just as I sucked HARD onto her clit.

"OH GOD! HOLY FUCK! DAMN THAT'S GOOD!" she cried out before diving back onto my shaft. Her body was jerking in response to my oral and tactile efforts when I groaned out quite loudly as she suddenly had her nose buried against my balls. Her body froze for about three seconds before she pulled all the way off of me. "Holy fuck, how the hell did that happen?" she asked in wonder.

I was too busy working on my sumptuous meal before me to think about answering her so she took me back into her mouth and slowly worked the first four or five inches. I paused as a much needed groan flowed out of my body as she slowly pushed forwards again as she once more took me to my base. This time she pulled nearly off of me before her head moved onto me and I slithered deep inside her throat.

"Oh god Penny, that feels awesome! Keep that up and I'm going to cum for sure," I groaned into her dripping pussy. Man oh man were her juices flowing hard and strong. Tasty too! Even after I said that she couldn't do it as by then I had three fingers pumping into her ass while my lips and tongue strummed her clit like a flamenco guitar. Those two things combined sent her reeling over the edge and her head pulled back as she cried out in joy.

"OH MY GOD! WHAT ... OH GOD I'M CUMMING! CUMMING! OH MY GOD YESSSSSSSSSSS!" she screamed into my crotch as I struggled to hold her to me with my left hand. Her body was jerking and convulsing above me as she came hard for me. Penny silenced herself by slamming her mouth around my cock and sucking hard onto me. 

Her climax had subsided nearly all the way even as mine was building towards a monumental orgasm. When I knew I was right on the edge I sucked onto her little nubbin super hard as my tongue mimicked the wings of a humming bird. I felt her body shake as she came just as I heard her muffled groan of pleasure that I drowned with my first huge blast of cum. She swallowed it down just before my second huge rope shot into her mouth. Penny was working hard to keep up with my blasts and my balls were working hard at making it more and more difficult for her. 

My sixth rope was much smaller that the others. Then my seventh was barely a blast at all. Number nine was more of a dribble and then all I could muster was stray drops. That was when I noticed Penny was frantically searching for and trying to coax more of my seed from my balls. Suddenly her head began flying on and off of me, taking me to my balls every time while her tongue slithered everywhere on me. In addition her suction had never been as intense as during this time.




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"Oh my GOD that feels so GOOD!" I gasped just before she pulled back so only my first inch remained with in her lips. Her tongue wormed rapidly around me and I thrust my hips up high in the air as my balls shot two more powerful cum ropes into her hungry mouth. I was mumbling incoherently after that while she gently worked at cleaning me completely from tip to base. Damn it felt good!

Penny finally pulled fully off of me and just laid her head on my thigh with her hand hugging my cock to her face. I did not want to move, thinking that if I tried to pull my three fingers from her still spasming ass that she might erupt once more. It tickled when her pussy juices dripped onto my nose.

After about five minutes Penny lifted up and slowly moved her leg so she no longer straddled my face. I pulled my fingers from her ass and she shook hard as she looked at me in shock. "Ooooh gosh that feels good!" she softly said as I pulled them out. "I'd forgotten they were in there, they felt so nice."

"Glad you liked it," I said.

She gave a slight chuckle and said, "I'm sure," before looking at my cock still grasped in her hand. "One thing is for sure Russ. Both of us like that position one hell of a lot! I still can't believe I swallowed this cock all the way down. My god just look at it! No other guy I've blown would believe that I could do it, that's for sure!"

"If I'm not mistaken, you swallowed all of my load as well."

"Yeah!" she said with a laugh. "I wasn't going to do that but every time I got a taste of you it was just so damned good that I had to try it. I hate to admit it Russ, but you taste good! Damned good!"

Penny slowly had turned so we were head to head, then she snuggled up beside me even as her fingers still lightly stroked my shaft. We lay there for a few minutes before I said, "I need to wash my hands....be right back."

Less than a minute later I stepped back into my bedroom and saw Penny with her panties on and reaching for her bra. "What the hell is this shit!?" I bellowed. 

My sex slave looked at me blankly before saying, "I thought we were done for the day so I was getting ready to go home. When will you want me back here again?"

"My fingers in your ass helping to get you opened up for me does NOT equal giving you an ass fucking! Unless you are trying to piss me off so that I just fuck your pussy!"

"But after ... after the way you came in my mouth I didn't think you could do anything else today."

"It's not your place to think. I told you what we were going to do and I meant it," I said feeling rather pissed. I looked at her still standing there so I lowered my voice as I sternly asked, "Well, what's it going to be, ass or pussy?"

"Oh god!" she gasped as she hopped back onto my bed and then tore her panties off before rolling onto her stomach. Her hands spread her ass cheeks for me and she said, "Here you go."

"Nope! I want to be looking into your face when I enter you."

"Oh god ... you're not ... you're not going to take my ..."

"Virginity?" I said finishing for her. "No Penny, much as I would like to do you there, I already said I would only do you there if you pissed me off. Since you got back on the bed right away your chaste little pussy is safe."

"Oh gosh thank you Russ," she said as she moved onto her back. "Please be careful."

"Don't worry," I told her as I adjusted her position. "My aim is better than that! Suck my cock to get me hard again." I leaned over her face and she eagerly worked my full length getting me rock hard in less than a minute. I let her keep going just because it felt so good and I liked seeing her do it for me. "Okay, now just get it soaked with your spit."

She shuddered when I dragged my tip over her clit and rubbed it hard with my shaft. But she never flinched, trusting me to leave her barrier intact. I spread her legs super wide as my cock head settled on her puckered hole. "I'll go slowly for you," I said and she nodded to me with a worried smile. 

I pushed slightly harder and she gasped, "Oh god I'm too tight. You're way too big for me!" 

"Don't move. I'll be right back," I said as I slid off the bed and walked out of my room. Quickly I was back carrying my find from my parents' room. I sure was glad I had gotten snoopy as I had found their anal lube. Hell, it never sounded as if they were into butt fucking.

"Okay beautiful, this should help quite a bit," I said as I moved back into position. Penny watched me intently as I coated my shaft with the lube, especially on my tip.

"Wait, how about putting some in my ass? That should really do the trick!" 

"Sure thing Penny. I don't really want to hurt you, I just want to fuck you." First I rubbed some of the excess from my fingers onto her puckered ring, then I eased the tapered tip of the tube into her ass and gave her a big squeeze. My index finger pressed into her ass and worked the lube around and I was certain it would work. Just to make sure I put some more on my cock head and smeared it around.

After sealing the tube and wiping my hands on my shirt I got into position between her legs once more. "Trust me, I'll go slowly." She looked fearfully at my lance as I pressed it against her rear entry and then gave just a little bit of a harder push and 'pop' I slid right in about two inches.

"OH!" Penny gasped the instant I entered her. She took several quick breaths as she stared at my cock piercing her ass. Finally she looked up at me and said, "Wow, you really did it. Thanks for stopping, I appreciate it. I think you can move some more now." I did immediately as I pulled back about an inch and then pressed forward about three inches very slowly. "Ooooooooh my god that feels so big. OHGODSTOP!"

"If I hurt you I'm sorry," I told her as I looked deeply into her eyes. "I'm going to pull back a bit and then I'll just keep pushing into you the same depth as I'm at right now, OK Penny?"

"Um, I guess, sure, go ahead. Just please be gentle."

I looked down at my cock and saw I had about four inches pressed up her ass so I carefully eased back about two inches and then pushed back in the same two inches making her groan. "Okay?" I asked softly. Penny looked up at me in surprise then nodded that she was. I pulled out about 3 inches and eased back in to my previous depth. Then I pulled out over 3 ½ inches before I pushed slowly right back in those same 3 ½ inches; then out 3 ½ inches and back in. Slowly over about three minutes I pulled out at least 15 times before gently pushing back in those same 3 ½ inches.

"Oooo, that's starting to feel pretty good Russ, it doesn't hurt at all now. I think you can go a few inches deeper. And thanks for being so gentle on me."

"You're welcome," I said to her with a small smile. "I'm not really an asshole you know. Pretty devious and underhanded but not an asshole." Even as I spoke I slowly pushed back into her to my previous depth and then just kept right on going until I had about 6 inches within her. I stopped when she winced.

"Oh my god, I can't believe how huge you feel like this!" she gasped as her head lifted up and she looked intently at my cock with over 2/3rds buried inside her ass. I paused like that with my only movement a very small wiggling of my hips in and out, not really going deeper but still able to give the feeling of my fucking her. "Oh wow, this feels good now!"

"Are you okay?"

"Yes, thank you, I'm fine," she softly answered as she still watched my cock sticking out of her ass. Her face lifted up to me and she searched my eyes for several seconds before she went on, "Are you for real? I mean, sure you are forcing me to do this with you, but you really seem concerned that I'm not being hurt. I don't think any of my previous boyfriends would have acted like this IF I had let them try my ass. OOOH! Oh gosh that feels GOOD!"

My ass had pulled back six inches and then I pushed back into her faster than before, stopping once more at nearly 7 inches deep. "Penny, I think you've stretched out enough for me to continue. If I do something that hurts you just let me know, okay?"

"OOOOOOOooooooh gosh yes! I can feel my ass twitching around you. Come on, just do it!"

I did. She hadn't finished saying 'it' when I pulled back and began pumping into her, slowly picking up both my power and my depth of thrust. After about a minute my cock bottomed out, as deep as I could get in this position.

"Oh fuck that feels good Russ. Oh my god yes ... yes ......... yes ... oh god!" Penny cried out as I ramped up my movements even more. By then I was pounding my cock into her at about one thrust every three or four seconds and her body was moving each time I bottomed out. 

Soon our skin was loudly smacking together as I pounded into her relentlessly, her body seemingly enjoying it to the max. Suddenly I slammed into her and froze there with my cock deep within her. Penny looked up at me wondering why I had stopped. "Are you still good?"

"Um huh."

"Good," I said before I pulled my legs up and then lifted her ass into my hands. I moved just a bit more and then lowered her back down so her back was on my legs, her legs flailing in the air behind me. I did a small in-out thrust making her moan hard so I just went for it. 

"HOLY FUCK!" she cried out as I grabbed her hips and started powering her onto me in time with my own thrust into her, making my power seem to be greatly increased. Her breathing grew harder and I could tell she was really turned on so I managed to slide my right hand around to her clit.

"OH MY GOD I'M CUMMING," she screamed as I strummed rapidly on her clit as I pounded hard and deep into her ass. Penny looked at me through shocked eyes just before her chest lurched upwards pulling her off the bed only to drop right back down. Instantly she lurched back upwards again, then again and yet again. All the while she was crying out, "Oh my god Russ, you're making me cum! Oh fuck I'm cumming on a cock! I'm cumming ... CUMMING WITH A COCK UP MY ASS! OH FUCK YES ... FUCK ME! FUCK ME! FUCK ME RUSS ... FUCK ME HARD!"

Penny's hips were pounding into me as hard as I was thrusting into her thus making her climax that much better. She grunted out an unintelligible sound then she lunged upwards wrapping her arms around me while kissing me hard, her tongue reaching deep into my mouth where it dueled with mine.

That caught me completely off guard. Kissing her pussy is not quite the same as a real passionate tongue filled kiss such as this one! That however did not stop me from returning the favor! Her eyes were closed but I didn't care I made sure it was one of my best kisses ever. Somehow I managed to move onto my back with Penny sitting on top of me with my cock buried firmly inside her hot and pulsing ass. 

I was looking at her closed eyes even as she broke the kiss to moan into my mouth, "Oh god baby!" Penny gasped before she resumed kissing me hard.

Soon it was my turn to break the kiss as I groaned into her mouth, "Holy shit Penny ..." I never got to finish my thought as she shot backwards ending in a sitting position.

"I ... oh ... um ... damn, I um, I don't know what got into me ..." I gave her a HARD upwards thrust and she groaned before going on, "... okay, it's your cock. I just don't know why I kissed you but all of a sudden I was and it felt so good. I didn't mean to shock you or ..."

"Look, don't worry about it," I said as I put my finger to her lips. "Just start moving on me because it was really starting to feel good before you stopped."

"Oh ... okay." With very short strokes Penny started moving off of me and then back down, slowly fucking herself on my red-hot cock. "Oooooo this feels so good!" she moaned as she slowly increased the length of her movements. Her pause had allowed my balls to regroup pretty well so I wasn't nearly as close as I had been. 

I looked down in surprise when she started flexing her hips over me as she rose up and dropped back down. Her hips began working in a circular motion even as she continued rising and falling while her hips still did her forward and backwards flexing. "Oh my god that feels so good," I gasped making her smile.

She was really in to it as she was slamming down onto me hard and fast, her sphincter muscles grabbing madly at me as I moved within her. "Oh FUCK this feels GOOD!" she gasped as she stepped up her movements just a bit more.

Finally getting my timing right I managed to latch onto her right nipple and sucked onto it hard making her gasp even as she tightened her ass around me. My hips were trying to match her movements and I could sense its affect on her. I was close to cumming so I found her clit once more and rubbed it hard instantly making her scream my name!

Damn but her ass got tight just then and I cried out, "OH FUCK I'M CUMMING!" and my balls started blasting her ass chute with eight huge ropes of sperm. 

"Oh god I'm cumming AGAIN! Oh fuck me Russ I'm CUMMING!" Penny cried out as her entire body shook and quaked above me. Still she managed to keep her ass moving on me allowing our climaxes to go on unfettered.

"Oh my god, Penny!"

"Oh fucking hell Russ!"

"Oh my god."

"Oh my god."

"Holy fuck!"

"Damn!"

"Wow!"

"Oh god you feel so good inside of me," she said as she settled down onto me. She remained like that although her hips continued moving around in circles thus keeping the fucking motion going for at least another three minutes. 

I was staring up at her just enjoying the afterglow of an incredible orgasm -- along with the view of her incredibly sexy upper half -- while Penny closed her eyes and let a small smile cross her face. Neither of us made a sound for those three minutes until she gasped "OOOOooooooooooo," and her eye lids fluttered. 

Almost as if in slow motion she leaned forwards until she was resting on my chest, her face next to mine as she gasped for breath. "Jesus.......I can't believe what just happened. Fuck me..."

"I did."

"No shit!" Penny lifted her face a few inches and looked into my eyes for a few seconds before she softly said, "I think I need to tell my mom 'thank you'. Holy shit, Russ! My entire body is still twitching in response to that incredible orgasm you just gave me! Damn, if I'd known fucking would feel like this I would have started a long time ago!"

"You're welcome."

"I'd say that's a pretty smug attitude but I guess you earned it!" she said as she lifted her ass about seven inches and then eased back down making each of us groan. She leaned her face into mine and let her lips softly meet mine, followed by her tongue gently entering my mouth for the most intimate kiss ever. 

She finally lifted back up and I asked, "What was that for?"

"Oh, just a little thank you from me to you."

"Um you are thanking me for forcing you to fuck me?"

"No. Well, maybe. I'm thanking you for telling me you wouldn't try to deflower me and then actually keeping your word. I started out really worried about it but in the end I was ready to give it up to you!"

"Well, thank you for that, but I gave you my word. It wouldn't have been right for me to do that to you."

"You're not much of a blackmailer are you?"

"Oh I don't know about that. I said what I wanted and I got it. Seems like things worked out pretty good to me."

Her hips moved up and down about four inches and she groaned while saying "Seems pretty good to me too." She s-l-o-w-l-y lowered her ass back onto me making her entire body shake once more.

After she settled fully onto me again I held her tight and rolled us over. I supported myself on my outstretched arms and said, "Okay sexy, let's go take a shower. We both need it."

"I'm going to make a huge mess when you pull out."

I dropped down and rolled us again as I said, "No problem," as I sat up with Penny sitting on my lap with my cock happily encased in her ass. "Hold on Sexy," I said as I slid forward and stood up.

"OH MY GOD!" she gasped as her arms wrapped tightly around my neck. She cooed her amazement as I started walking towards my bathroom then she groaned into my neck, "Oh god Russ, I can't believe how good this feels."

"Don't worry about it, just go with it," I said, figuring if it felt that good she might just as well cum again. My hands moved her ass up and down as I walked letting her ass fuck me some more. I knew I sure liked it!

Even before I could try to turn on the water she used her legs to work her ass fast and hard as she gasped "Oh my god I'm cumming again! Oh my god! OHMYGODOHMYGODOH ... MY ... GOD!" Finally her body stopped moving, her arms tightened around me even as her legs loosened and then her left one dropped off of my ass and hung limply by my calf.

I got the water to temp and stepped into the shower with the water on my back. Satisfied that it wasn't too hot I slowly turned around allowing the spray to sooth her body as she clung to me. Once her legs moved back up and she clasped her feet behind me I could move my hands to her back where I rubbed her and tried to comfort her. I thought I felt and heard sobbing so I looked to her face as I asked, "Oh Penny, did I hurt you? I'm sorry if I did!"

Her arms tightened perceptibly around me as her sobs increased in volume. "Shit...I am so sorry Penny. I never meant to hurt you..."

Her kiss stopped me right there, her tongue reaching deep within my mouth. Her hands moved to my head and she clutched tight to me as she turned and twisted her face during her kiss. The kiss was coming to an end when she pulled her ass down hard onto my still imbedded cock as she softly said, "Shut up and kiss me!" I did, we did, and it was incredible.

"Guess I didn't hurt you," I said as we finally pulled apart.

"Not unless hurting feels incredibly good!" Penny rolled her hips again and smiled at me again. "I REALLY need to thank my mom!"

"If you must go ahead. Just don't tell her why! I don't think she'd like hearing about those pictures."

"Yeah, I guess she wouldn't really like that. Um, are you going to put me down or just fuck me the rest of the day and night?"

I lifted her up and then dropped her back down as I said, "I like that second option but I suppose we should actually shower." I lifted her petite body up and off of me making each of us moan at the loss of closeness. 

"I feel so empty now," Penny said sadly. Her hands went behind her and she exclaimed, "Oh my god, Russ! You opened me up so good that I'm still wide open back there! Look!" and she bent over as she turned showing me her gaping ass over an inch across.

"You're okay with that?"

"After the way you made me cum so gloriously HELL YES I AM!"

Moments later I grabbed the soap and began washing her from head to toe. I really enjoyed getting to inspect her incredible body like this. Blemish free and perfect in every way! I cheated by sucking and mauling each of her perky breasts until she begged me to stop. So I turned my attention to her round butt cheeks until she begged me to stop once more. Then I moved my face into her crotch and attacked her pussy. She cried out several times when I fucked her pussy with my tongue thus keeping her virginity still intact, but when I sucked onto her clit and flicked my tongue on it she screamed in joy once more. I had to hold her up when she came as her legs turned to jelly while her body jerked and shook before me. 

"Stop! Oh god STOP!" she cried out and I slowly pulled my lips away from her throbbing little love button. She gasped hard several times before she clung to me for support while gasping out, "Are you trying to kill me with orgasms? My god, I just can't believe this! Holy shit, Russ!"

"No way pretty one. I want lots more of you!"

By then she could finally stand on her own and she just stood there breathing hard and looking at me. She grabbed the soap after a bit and slowly began washing me, I had to bend down so she could reach to my highest but I didn't mind. She spent a long time behind me cleaning my ass several times. Finally she had nothing left but my cock, which had grown limp and shrunk back considerably.




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"WOW," she said softly as she took me into her hands once more, "I still can't believe this thing! I mean.....WOW!!!" She slowly worked her hands in full length strokes that only managed to bring me back to full on hardness. "Yup, simply incredible! My last boyfriend couldn't get it back up after a five minute blowjob, no way could he do this!"

Slowly she worked her hands up and down my shaft about three more times before she moved me so she could rinse off the suds. As she held my cock and checked for remaining soap she suddenly said, "Oh shit!" and dropped to her knees before me in the shower. 

"Oh fuck!" I gasped as she sucked me into her mouth and worked my first three inches lustfully with her lips and tongue. 

After about two minutes she pulled off of me and said, "Damn it Russ, I love your cock!" With that she powered back onto me as she took me fully down her throat. 

"Oh my god Penny!" I gasped as she worked me like she really meant that comment. She worked her tongue excellently around my cock as it slid through her mouth over and over again. As she pulled off of me her suction seemingly tripled in power making me groan loudly. Most of the time she was looking right up at me as she worked frantically for my load. Even after my previous cums of the afternoon, she was pushing me rapidly towards another one. 

I could feel it growing in my balls so maybe she to noticed it. Pulling off of me briefly she pleaded "Hurry up Russ ... cum for me! Give it to me! Come on Russ I know you want to cum!" She didn't say that all at once but rather in broken up words that spewed out as she sucked me hard and fast then pulled off for a few seconds before taking me deep once more.

I was seconds away from filling her throat again when I moaned, "Oh fuck Penny, I'm going to cum!"

"Oh god yes!" she said when she pulled off briefly. Her face powered back onto me and her tongue swirled round and round my tip before she tore her lips from me crying out, "god damn it Russ, GIVE IT TO ME! CUM!" and she took me barely back into her mouth just as I erupted shooting five enormous blasts of man cream into her hungry mouth! She kept my tip only an inch or so within her lips making sure she took it all on her tongue even as she swirled her prehensile tongue over every square inch of my cock head.

Thank god the walls of my shower are solid as I needed them to remain standing up. I couldn't believe that Penny watched my every twitch, jerk and down right shake as she worked and worked my cock for more of my seed! I had stopped cumming but she just wouldn't quit and finally I had to pull away saying, "Oh my god, I'm too sensitive! Holy fuck ... waaaay toooo sensitive!" I collapsed into the corner seat and sat there gasping as I looked at her in disbelief. "My god that was so good," I said finally able to speak.

Penny crawled to me and stopped between my legs. Taking my face in her hands she said, "I hope so because I wanted it to be the very best you ever got!" Then she leaned in and kissed me. Kissed me softly, gently, tenderly, but with more felling than I had ever experienced in my life.

"Well, you succeeded! Holy shit!" Just before I was ready to stand up again she leaned down and swirled her tongue around my tip once more before sucking madly at my first inch. "OH FUCK!" I gasped before she released me with a sexy smile.

Finally we stepped out of the shower and I handed her a towel then started drying my self. She was drying her hair when she gasped, "Is that clock correct?"

"Sure."

"Oh my god! I've been here nearly 2 ½ hours! My mom must be going crazy with worry! I'm never this late!"

"So tell her you were studying with a friend and lost track of time. And from now on you will know in advance when you will be studying again."

She giggled and said, "Okay!"

After we found our clothes and got dressed we walked down to the front door. Penny looked up at me and asked, "Um, how many times a month did you say I had to be here? Twice?"

"Yup, two times each month."

"Good, just let me know a few days in advance." Penny looked down at her feet and then back up at me. "You know, once I knew there was no way out, I just prayed that it would be over quick and that you wouldn't take my virginity. And now I'm sad that I have to go home. So I guess I'll see you soon!" She looked up at me with a perfect smile and cheerfully said, "Bye! I'll see you soon ... and thanks! Thanks for every thing!" She followed that with a quick kiss and grabbed her books before stepping out of my house and happily, but gingerly, walking home.

As for me, I made it to the family room before flopping onto the nearest chair. 'Damn,' I thought, 'sure I wanted her to go along with my blackmail scheme but I never expected her to get into it quite that eagerly! Holy shit!' With that thought I fell asleep and had very pleasant dreams.

 Ch 04.

 Twenty-one hours later I am knocking on our minister's front door. Of course I don't want to see him. Good thing too as he is 1 hour into his hospital visits that today should take at least another 3 to 4 hours. Plenty of time for me to ravish the shit out of his sexually awakened wife.

The door opened and Pristine smiled at me as she stepped aside to let me in. "I'm so glad you are on time, Russell."

"Why is that?"

"Oh silly, if you had been late I would have worried that you weren't going to be here!" She must have noticed my look as she quickly went on, "There is just no way I can have a missed session with you that might end up with those nasty pictures ending up in the wrong place! I simply can't afford that happening!"

I thought about telling her that if I didn't show up it wouldn't be her fault but decided against it. As I turned to look at her I nearly shit when she dropped her blouse leaving her nude from the waist up. NO BRA! "Are you in a hurry?" I asked with a smirk that she seemed to miss.

"Um ... no, I just thought we should start right away so we are finished before my husband gets home. Come on, lets go to my bedroom," she said as she took my hand and headed towards their room.

This was quickly getting out of hand so I pulled away from her and said, "NO! Follow me!" and I turned around and walked to their kitchen with Pristine quickly following me. "Take off the rest of your clothing and then take off mine," I ordered her. Much faster than I expected both of us were buck naked with my dick in her hand as she gently stroked me. 

"Start sucking," I ordered authoritatively and she took me deep before going to her knees before me. She worked my shaft very effectively as she showed she still knew how to deep throat my cock. I grabbed her head and began thrusting my shaft into her hard, driving into her till my balls slapped her chin. Her eyes looked up at me in surprise but she never wavered in her efforts. I was getting ready to cum but wanted to delay that a bit.

"Stop," I said. She looked into my eyes and pushed onto me fully again and I said, "STOP!" and pushed her shoulders back taking her head along with them. "Did you forget that I own you for the next year? If I say 'stop' then you stop, right now! Do you understand?"

"Yes Russell, I understand and I'm sorry! I'll do better from now on."

"Good, now what seat does your husband use when he eats?" She showed me and I asked, "Every time?" Again she nodded so I said, "Climb onto the table where he sits, then I am going to fuck you and fill you with my cum! I wonder if he will figure out why it has a distinctive odor."

Nearly instantly she was on her back on the table with her legs spread wide. I looked at her sex and she was frothing at her cunt, she was so turned on! "Put it in you," I told her and she grasped my shaft and guided me to her entrance. "I said put it in, that is NOT in."

Her legs hooked behind my ass and then tightened driving my cock about halfway into her pussy making us both groan. I leaned over her and said, "That's more like it!" Then I started pumping my cock into her with deep strokes that crushed her clit between us each time I bottomed out. 

Pristine was moaning in pleasure in time with my thrusts and after about seven or so minutes she wrapped her legs up and around my back as she humped her pussy up at me in time with my movements. My hips were driving into her as hard as possible making the table move across the room. "Oh god fuck me!" she cried out on my first hard thrust after the table crashed against the wall. My hands gripped over her shoulders preventing her body from moving away from me as I pounded into her.

I wanted to deposit as many loads into her as possible today so I never tried to forestall my explosion. Her blowjob was excellent so I was getting close all ready. Pristine was right there with me and as I swelled in preparation for my cum she cried out, "Oh god yes, I can feel you getting ready. Give it to me!" as I kept on pounding into her.

"Oh fuck yes ... I'm cumming inside of you!" I cried out as my first powerful shot of sperm crashed instantly against her deepest wall. 

"Oh god there it is!" Pristine screamed as her body erupted into her first hard climax of today. "I want it all! Oh Lord I'm cumming so hard!" Pristine pulled her face up to mine and kissed me hard, her tongue deep within my mouth. Each hard thrust of my cock elicited moans and groans from her as I pumped her full with seven huge ropes of my seed. With my last explosion into her quaking pussy I stopped with my cock head pressed tight against her deepest inner wall. 

Pristine's entire body was convulsing beneath me as she recovered from her intense climax, her arms tight around my back. "Oh my god, how can you make me cum so hard when I've never cum before in my life? Oh Russell, that was SO GOOD!"

"I'm glad you liked it, but remember, I OWN YOU! So the object is to make ME cum! If you enjoy it then that is all the better, but that will not be the main goal! YOU are to make ME feel good...do you understand?"

"Y ... yes Russell. I understand ... I am to make you feel good" She looked as if a tear might be forming in the corner of her eye but she toughened her resolve and went on, "I ... I thought I was doing a really good job before you had me get on the table."

"That is NOT the point!" I said trying to sound much tougher than I felt. Surprise coated her face as I went on, "I was fully enjoying your blowjob but I wanted to fuck you hard and pump you full of my cream! You must admit that you enjoyed it as well." I straightened up and asked, "Now when your husband rests and watches TV where does he usually sit?"

She started trying to get up but I just lifted her up and off of the table and had her tell me where to walk to. Then I carried her still perched on my rapidly stiffening shaft. "Right there on the couch," she said. "He always sits on the left end where the foot rest is at."

I stepped up to the left end of the couch and sat down as I said, "Okay, fuck me! Ride my cock and fuck me right here where your husband rests at."

"Oh my god you nasty man you," she groaned even as her hips began working up and down while also moving in ever more powerful circles. "Oooooo this feels so good. Is this how you want it, am I doing it good enough for you?"

"Just ride me hard and deep," I said as my hands gripped her hips. "Faster," I said as I moved slightly to increase my depth as she pounded her pussy onto me. God how I loved watching her face as she wantonly worked her sex onto me, her body managing to have two fairly good, but not huge, climaxes as she fucked me.

I was nearing my own release and she was growing tired from her efforts when she slowly managed to ask, "Oh my, I love doing this. Um, Russell, I was wondering ... um ... there were six other women at that party and ... ooooooooh goddddd ... I was ... I was wondering how ... oh my god ... how many others have ... oh gosh ... have you forced to do this ... with you?"

My hips had been moving into her slightly with her movements but at her question my hips went still and then my hands on her waist forced her to stop all movements. Her eyes bugged out as she thought she might have asked the wrong question. "What does that matter to you?"

"Um ........................ I just ........ I mean, you really fuck me really well, but you are human, surely you can't be doing this with them all!"

"That my dear preacher's wife," damn did she ever blush when I said that, "is NONE of your business! For all you know I might have fourteen other women in my special harem (I don't but why tell her). You do NOT need to know that answer."

"Oh," she said softly as I suddenly moved forward and stood up. Slowly I walked around the couch and then stood behind it and sat her on the top of the back rest. 

She looked at me questioningly before I gave her three slow thrusts into her turned on cunt. "Okay, lie back all the way until your head and shoulders are on the seat cushion." Slowly she did as I asked, my hands holding to hers to help support her as she leaned way back and down the back rest. 

Each of us moaned as my hips slowly began pumping into her. About four minutes later I broke the silence when I softly asked, "IF you were ME, who would YOU want to fuck?" Her gasp to my question was probably her loudest ever as her eyes shot open and locked onto my own. "Come on; pretend that you are me, Pristine. Since you are me, which of those 6 women would you want to fuck first?"

She slowly closed her eyes and moaned very softly as I continued gently pumping deeply into her. A smile crossed her face and she kept her eyes closed as she said, "Well, I would fuck the pastor's wife, because I think she is really hot!"

"Not conceited are you?"

"Noooooo ... but I am your first victim, aren't I?"

Her eyes were still shut tight as I gave her a slightly harder thrust which I timed perfectly with my one word answer, "Yup."

Her pussy seemed to shrink to half its size as I fought to press into her. I also noticed that her nipples grew quite large and turned a brighter pink. "But you aren't my only." I gave her two quite deep and very slow thrusts making her moan deeply then I asked, "So you have already laid claim to the preacher's wife. So who would you want next ... and then next again ... and maybe next once more?"

"OH! MY GOD!" she gasped even while her eyes clamped even more tightly closed. 

"Who?" I asked her very softly.

She chewed her lips for several moments before she said, "Well I think ... oooooo ... I would want Beth, she is real nice and pretty. Oh, and her husband is jealous of EVERYthing! She would be pretty easy to convince. Ooohhhhh god that feels good. Jenny is pretty, but her daughter is really hot. Too bad she wasn't at the party with her mom. Jenny is frustrated so I'd hit on her. But I would probably go after Wendy first."

I have no idea how I managed to keep moving at the same speed and power when she said my mother's name! THAT I had never thought about!

Pristine had kept right on speaking as she said, "She really showed she knows how to let her hair down, and she is such a friendly and helpful person. Plus I hate her husband, that pompous ass!" I pumped into her much harder about six times making her moan loudly, her eyes still closed. When I slowed back down she groaned and went on saying, "I can tell he's a possessive butt head so she'd have to prevent him from finding out about that night."

My hand slid down to her clit and the moment I touched it she lurched in surprise as her eyes opened wide. She was looking right into my eyes and she gasped saying, "Oh MY GOD! I just told you to fuck your mom! Oh shit, I didn't really mean it!"

"I think you did," I said as I pulled out of her. "I know you really did and that now you are lying to me. Maybe as punishment I should leave you hanging so close to a climax and just have you blow me." 

"Nooooooo."

"Well."

"OH GOD! I MEANT IT! IF I WAS YOU I'D FUCK YOUR MOTHER! Oh god what have I done?"

"You've earned the right to get fucked royally," I said as I started slamming into her inverted body. Instantly Pristine resumed moaning in pleasure as I pushed her back to near orgasm status. The subject matter had really affected my balls making me close to her state of excitement.

Pristine pinched and pulled on her nipples just before she cried out, "Oh god I'm cumming! YES Russell, FUCK ME! FUCK ME AND MAKE ME CUM!" On my third thrust into her spasming body my balls exploded once more letting me fill her pussy with hot virile cum. "GIVE IT TO ME! PUMP ME FULL! USE ME LIKE THE WHORE I AM! OH GOD FUCK YOUR WHORE!" Her torso was flopping and jerking about as if she was a fish fighting against the line even as her pussy contracted madly around my invading cock!

As for me I was moaning in pleasure as I drained my balls into her again. Even as I flooded her cunt I was thinking about what she had said. Did I want to fuck my mom? If his mom is half way good looking what red-blooded teenaged male doesn't. My mom is gorgeous! But, could I do that? Could I blackmail my own mother into fucking her son? If I did, what would I be doing to our relationship? She and I are quite close and enjoy being together. Could I risk losing that just to say I fucked her? Then my mind went blank as I concentrated on the exquisite pleasure Pristine's body was giving to me.

"Damn, that was a good one," she gasped out after our bodies finally calmed down from our mutual cum. I grabbed her hands and pulled her back up so that she was now sitting on the top of the couch's backrest. "OH!" she croaked at the move then silently looked down at where my hard cock disappeared into her pussy. "I never should have told you that, but I can't take it back." 

"Nope, you can't. Now I want you to forget you ever said that! As for who else from that party will end up like you are, you will never know just like nobody will know about us. Just like how you don't know who else already has been trapped in my web." 

Pristine kissed me gently then softly said, "It's probably wrong for me to say this, but I'm glad to know I was your first choice. I never knew I was capable of cumming! I was beginning to believe women couldn't cum from sex."

"Thanks, and you are welcome. Don't move, I'm going to pull out of you..."

"But I'm so full!"

"...and you are going to coat this leather couch with my sperm. Don't clean it off. I want your husband to rest his head on my cum that spilled out of your well fucked pussy."

"Oh my god!" she gasped as my staff left her and huge waves of sperm poured from her. Gripping her hips I lifted her up about five inches and smiled as two separate loads of my cream drained out of her and began rolling down the backrest towards the seat. Once she stopped flowing and only drops would fall I moved her off the couch and placed her back onto her feet.

I turned from her and walked back to the kitchen, Pristine on my heels. Sitting where my pastor sits I merely said, "Blow me. Make love to my cock with your mouth." A sly smile flashed quickly across her face as she knelt before me and eased my shaft into her mouth once more. She used her entire throat as she seemingly enjoyed being able to swallow my entire cock with ease. After each trip into her where my balls ended up on her chin she would then pull back and work just the first inch with her lips and tongue. Damn that felt incredible to be fully engulfed and then have the most sensitive part of me worked like that.

Other than each of us moaning and groaning from her efforts not a sound was made for nearly thirty minutes. My balls were still a long ways from exploding after pumping her pussy full twice. 

Pristine really wanted to give me her best blowjob ever. Okay, so she hasn't given very many, still it was damned good. So good that I only had another 25 minutes to mull over her shocking suggested victim before I cried out, "Oh fuck yes! Oh god do it...make me cum! Oh fuck!" And she did just that as she drained my balls more effectively than any woman ever had before. 




Photographs and Memories



Over the years, the wife and I have experienced the pleasure that comes with the adult lifestyle that few couples successfully enjoy. She has always been amorous, and her sexual appetite has at times been insatiable. I am not the jealous type, and actually enjoy sharing her with various partners that she has had over the years. While there isn't much we don't confide in each other, there are those occasional details that we forget to mention. Not that they are earth shattering, just details that may be better left out. I discovered one of these little details while surfing the 'net the other day.

A little about us, if you don't mind. We are a married couple, have raised our kids and are now empty nesters living in a small town just outside Portland Oregon. I married my high school sweetheart 34 years ago when I was just 19. She was a year behind me, and caught my eye with her 5'-4", 120 lbs, 34C frame, a brunette that loves everything about sex. What more could a guy ask for.

Fast forward 10 years in time, I am working full time and making pretty decent money. Being a housewife and mother wasn't fulfilling Dea's world, as the kids were now in school most of the day and left her a fair amount of time on her hands. She has always been great with numbers, and decided she would see if there was employment available for her in this field of work. Not finding what she was seeking, the suggestion of working for a temporary employment agency might give her what she was after. Right after signing on, she was placed in the accounting department of various businesses for a week here and a couple weeks there as a fill in for someone who was out of the office on vacation or on leave. 

Her final assignment with the temporary employment agency turned out to be with an equipment fleet service company, an organization who ended up hiring her full time. As time progressed, her hours seemed to increase during the week. About once a month, she would meet with the boss on a Sunday morning for brunch at a nearby hotel (who by the way served an absolutely incredible brunch), complete with champagne. While she never failed to fill me in on who joined them, there may have been a detail or two that was innocently forgotten by the time she arrived home. It typically was early afternoon before she returned home, and since she is a light drinker it doesn't take much alcohol to get her tipsy. I had always attributed her inability to hold much alcohol to her hours being gone, as she told me she had to wait for the effects of the champagne to wear off before she drove home.

By this time in our lives, we had discovered the pleasures of sharing our bodies with others. We both enjoy seeing each other pleased, as well as watching each other please our partners. The occasional house party where we would seem to slip away from each other, only to find ourselves nearby as the evening drew to an end. Although I am healthily endowed, my endurance drops off once I have achieved orgasm. I receive as much (if not more) satisfaction seeing my wife being repeatedly ravished and reaching orgasm time and time again. She still amazes me how she can orgasm from oral stimulation, be penetrated and orgasm once again then turn around and suck cock until he cums in her mouth, then look for more sexual stimulation and gratification. One of our neighbor friends, whom she dearly enjoyed, was able to cum 3 times during their play sessions. She could never get enough of his cock. He always loved to get sucked off, mount her missionary style next, then finish off doggy style. The look in her eye was incredible, both when he came in her mouth and when he exploded deep inside her, which she dearly loves.

As I mentioned early on, I had recently run across one of those details that she may have slightly forgotten to share. A forum website that I occasionally frequent has an amateur photo section, where various pictures are uploaded and can be viewed by all. One of the threads is filled with old Polaroid pictures that have been scanned into digital images. As luck would have it, there in amazing techno color is my gorgeous wife from quite a few years back. As I wander through the various images of this posting, I run across a Polaroid photo of her previous fleet service boss sitting in a chair with a brunette kneeling before him appearing to be giving him head. Since the female has her back to the camera, all I am certain is that this brunette is pleasing this man to no end.

The poster of these images tends to scatter groups of similar pictures throughout various postings, so I eagerly check back to see what he has presented each day. Over the course of several weeks, I have been able to collect several pictures that seem to have been taken over the course of a couple of meetings. I suppose that I should have been upset, even outraged with my wife, but I am not. In fact, I find myself actually aroused at the images I have discovered of my wife not only servicing these men but being used by them for their sexual gratification.

The photos were in no specific order, and I found some of her being penetrated by multiple cocks followed by some of her dressed in casual slacks with her blouse unbuttoned and her gorgeous breasts being fondled. Doing a bit of re-arranging of the photos, I am able to put together a sequence where she must have been taken to a suite after they discover her inability to hold liquor during brunch. They get her to expose her chest and soon these men are fondling her breasts and sensitive nipples. It probably didn't take much effort to get her to tell them that playing with her nipples get her nearly as wet as fingering her pussy does. Since the photos sporadically go from her flashing her tits, to her clothing being removed and ending with the various penetration shots, I can only assume the photographer had to set down the camera to partake in his share of the sexual escapades. The Polaroid's that were captured show an intense and incredibly sexually charged party that was had by all. There are images of my beautiful wife being eaten out, with her mouth full of hard cock, bent over the chair being fucked from behind, guys holding and spreading her legs as one of them fucks her hard, her riding on top, double penetrated and double penetrated while being force fed another hard cock. I find Polaroid's that someone has taken of her spread naked across the bed, covered in cum from what must have been a group masturbation using her body. 

Dea has always mastered the skill of sucking cock to completion, yet never lost as much as a drop of cum as she finishes performing. The best I can figure from the Polaroid images is that there appear to be 3 guys present during one of the sessions, and 5 or 6 at the second. Each male is shown in at least one image with their cock in my wife's mouth. And the brunette who's head was shown only from the back while performing on the bossman as indeed my wife. When the photographer captured a different angle of the same sex act, there was my sweetheart with her mouth full of cock clear up to his balls.

I had discovered a couple pictures that at first seemed a bit out of place, until I pondered them just a bit longer. It appears that somewhere along the line, my wife was given the Polaroid camera to take a picture or two from her vantage point. She had the camera trained down her body, toward where one of the guys was busy eating her pussy (which gets her begging for penetration). These photos show the upper half of a man's face, with the pubic hair acting as a mustache. Whoever was eating her our would have ended up mounting her, but before they fucked her someone thought a picture of a clean shaven man using her pussy hair for a mustache would be the perfect image to grab.

Dea's employment for this company lasted a little under 2 years. As these monthly brunch meetings started a few months following her hiring, there were bound to be more of these sex parties that didn't get photographed. Who knows, maybe more of those party pictures will materialize on that website.

With her sexual appetite, I know that there was not one single participant that left those parties unsatisfied. By the look on her face in the pictures, I am convinced that they gave her an afternoon she wouldn't soon forget.

To this day, we still share sexual fantasies and relive various exploits during our lovemaking. It is during these moments that she shares more intimate details about past sexual partners than any other. I have witnessed several of her adventures, nearly every position that was exhibited in the Polaroid's and been on the receiving end of virtually every fantasy I could conjure up.



Photographs and Memories



“Let’s sit under that tree while we wait, Fannie. You know they’ll make us be the last ones to eat. They always do.”

“Shh, someone will hear you, and they won’t let us eat at all.”

We both laughed. Kenny grabbed a root beer and then plopped down under the huge oak that provided the only shade. I eased myself down along side him. Our shoulders touched, and he leaned over close.

“I like that top you’re wearing Fannie,” he whispered. “I can see your cleavage.”

I smacked him on the arm and looked down at the front of my top before saying, “You can’t either.”

“Yes I can. I can see right where the lace on your bra is too.”

I flushed with embarrassment. And thrilled at the idea he was looking at me like that. I deliberately crossed my arms over my chest in an effort to hide.

“Won’t do you any good to hide it now, Fannie, I done seen it. Besides with your arms crossed like that, it just shows it off more.”

He was right of course. I harrumphed and jerked my arms down to my sides. Kenny took my hand, placed it on his thigh, and covered it with his.

“Hey, you two! Smile!” 

“Geez, Mom. Another picture?” 

Mrs. McBride took snapshots at every occasion. Kenny stuck his tongue out at his mother then reeled it back in when she gave him a motherly look that seemed to say, “I’ll cut that tongue out of your mouth, boy.” 

Kenny relented. “You might as well smile, Fannie. She won’t leave us alone otherwise.” 

He made sure he said it loud enough for her to hear, and then he cocked a playful grin. She snapped the picture and turned to leave, adding over her shoulder, “And I can be a pest too when I put my mind to it. Where do you think you learned it?” With that, she was off. There were other unsuspecting subjects waiting everywhere.

“I like your mom, Kenny. She’s just so nice.”

“Yeah, I do too, but don’t tell her I said so. I like being the thorn in her side, as she calls me.”

He absent-mindedly began rubbing his thumb along the side of my palm. I lightly squeezed his leg and could feel the muscle of his thigh bunch up under my fingers. He scooted closer to me in response. Our hips met. We sat quietly enjoying the closeness. 

The crowds at the food tables slowly thinned. I looked over at him and gave him a wicked grin before saying, 

“I’ll race ya to the food.” 

I jumped up and ran to the first table before he could answer. He followed close behind, hugging me from the back when he caught up to me. He pulled me to him, and I felt his bulge pressing into my backside. I blushed and quickly looked around to see if anyone was watching us. Luckily, we’d gone unnoticed, but I wasn’t willing to risk it again, so I eased away and began to fill my plate.

The eating tables were nearly full, so we had to sit across from one another and squeeze in. People were talking all around us. Boisterous laughter rang out as someone told a corny joke. I glanced over at Kenny. He smirked at me, and rolled his eyes at something someone said.

When the meal was finally over, the sun was setting. Kenny winked at me and tilted his head to the side, motioning me to leave. I couldn’t wait to be alone with him again, so I hurried to tell my parents I was going with Kenny. They nodded their approval.


I met him at his car, breathless from running. He opened the door for me, and I scooted into the middle. He got in after me and, before turning the key, kissed me quickly on the mouth. I slumped down in the seat and lay my head on his shoulder. His hair swept over my nose. I could smell his Herbal Essence shampoo. It smelled good.

Kenny drove through town and went right on past the turn-off to my street. I didn’t ask him where he was going. I wanted to be with him, so it didn’t matter. When he pulled off into a hidden drive on the side of a cornfield, my nerves began to prickle. Before turning the engine off, he revved it loudly. My heart accelerated with it.

He didn’t say a word; he just turned his head and pressed his full lips to mine. We kissed closed-mouthed, letting our lips slide across and cast together. His tongue wedged in between and parted my lips. My stomach jolted. I was jittery. His hand dropped to my thigh and I gasped.

“Kenny ...” My words were muffled between our mouths. He kept kissing me, licking my mouth. I kissed him back. His fingers began to move up my leg, beneath my scooter skirt. I breathed deeper and felt my chest expand so that my nipples grazed his chest.

“Mmmmm. Breathe like that again Fannie!”

I couldn’t breathe any other way. His fingers were touching the inside of my thigh, and they were climbing higher.

“Kenny, you ... shouldn’t, I ... shouldn’t.”

“Yes Fannie, this time we should. Let me Fannie. This time let me.”

His words were soft and pleading. But his mouth was demanding and cut off any objection I might have made. He slipped his hand up to my panties. I shuddered and pulled my mouth away to bury my face into his shoulder. His middle finger dug beneath the elastic and furled its way through my pubic hair. I should have made him stop, but I didn’t want him to. And he didn’t. His finger traced up my slit and then poked between.

“Geez Fannie, you’re so wet.”

“I’m sorry, is that bad?” I refused to lift my head up off his shoulder.

“Hell no, Fannie! It’s the best thing I ever touched. Let me touch more, Fannie. Please. Take off your skirt.”

“I don’t know, Kenny. I’m scared.”

“Don’t be scared Fannie. I won’t ever take nothing from you that you don’t offer me.”

I pulled back away from him and shakily undid the button at the back. I couldn’t look at him when I slipped off my skirt. I couldn’t believe I was doing it. We had never gone this far before. I still couldn’t look at Kenny. He cupped his hand over the cotton panel of my underwear between my legs.

“God Fannie, you’re so warm. I can feel heat all over my hand.”

I looked at him then, his eyes were glossy, even in the dim light of evening. He was excited, I could see it on his face. He held his hand motionless for a second, and then grabbed the edges of my panties in his fist. His knuckles slid over the ridge of my groin. Cool air rushed in, over my exposed pussy. I trembled and fell forward against his chest, burying my face again. It felt so terrifyingly good.

“I want these Fannie, can I have them?”

“My panties?”

“Yeah, can I?”

“Uh ...”

“Say I can, Fannie.”

“All right. You can.”

He immediately grabbed the top edge of my panties and drew them downward. I closed my eyes, feeling but not looking.

“Lift your hips.”

I did as he asked, and the fabric slipped along my thighs and stuck momentarily between my legs. He tugged a little and they popped free. He hung them on his rearview mirror. I was naked from the waist down and shivered with the thought of it. I closed my legs in a feeble attempt to conceal my nakedness.

“Don’t hide from me, Fannie, let me see you. I want to see you so bad.”

His big hands gently touched my legs and persuaded them open. 

“Damn Fannie, I can see you. I can see you and I can touch you and I can smell you.”

As he spoke his fingers slipped beyond the pubic hair and into my core. I was slippery with moisture. He petted me up and down in feathery strokes. His fingertips found the nub and pinched it lightly. It burned and I moaned.

“Oh, what was that? It feels so good. Do that.” I lay back on the car seat. My hand hit the door above my head and I grabbed hold of the window seal. He ran his finger down and around the rim of my pussy before sliding up and pinching me lightly again. I felt like begging.

“More, I want more Kenny, please, I want to feel you inside of me.”

“Are you sure, Fannie? Are you sure? I don’t want to hurt you.”

“I’m sure ... I’m really sure, please just do it.”

Kenny fumbled with his jeans and then his briefs. I didn’t watch. He propped himself over me and leaned his face down to mine.

“Are you really sure, Fannie?”

“I promise I am, Kenny. I promise. I want more. I want it. I want you.”

Kenny eased further down on me and pushed my leg off the car seat. His hand reached down and I knew he had grabbed his penis. He ran the tip of it along me and I nearly bucked him off when it touched my clitoris. He groped around for my hole and finally found it. He shoved against it and I felt the head of his cock pop just inside. His hips pitched forward. I felt the tearing and the burning so quickly it was too late to stop it from happening. I screamed without meaning to. He stopped immediately and held still.

“Oh, god Fannie, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to hurt you, I didn’t mean to.”

I forced back the tears. “I’m OK, Kenny. I’m OK”

“You want me to stop?”

“No, don’t stop, just wait a second.”

Kenny held himself perfectly still. His arms wobbled and sweat beaded on his face. I moved a little. The pain had lessened. I raised my hips up to him, allowing his penis deeper inside of me. I felt so full. He slowly moved his hips away and then towards me again. His cock slipped down and back. He repeated it. Again. Then again. And still again. I could feel the ripples and contours of him, slipping in and out. The pain dulled to nothing. Then nothing turned to yearning. Each forward thrust caressed me. Teased me. I had the urge to spread my legs as far apart as they would go. I wanted to be open. I wanted him to be in me as far as he could go. And he was. He was buried in me, swashing my pussy.

I tried to savor every detail. The way his penis expanded and touched deeper inside of me. The way his face contorted in concentration. The way his skin gleamed with sweat. And the way his shirt flapped between us. The way my body shook with my climax. The way it quivered to my toes. The way it strengthened with his thrusts. And the way it deepened when he delved inside of me.

“Fannie, I’m going to come Fannie, I’m going to come.” And he did. I could feel warm flushes of something coating me, then balmy fluid trickling out around him, between us. He sank onto me, sucking in air.

“Man! Think Fannie, think, we finally fucked.”

I couldn’t help but think. Feelings rushed through my head with sparkling speed. We had fucked and it felt so right. It hurt but it wasn’t too bad. There was a smell to fucking that I hadn’t expected. I was a slippery mess. I never knew I could get this excited. I wouldn’t get pregnant this close to my period. Oh my god, Kenny and I had finally fucked. 

“We did it Kenny, we did it and I’m so happy we did.”

He didn’t answer. The weight of him shifted. I didn’t feel warmly cocooned anymore. I tried to see his face. I tried to smell him. I tried to hear his breathing.

“KENNY!”

“Fannie? Fannie, can you hear me?” 

“Kenny?” No, it wasn’t Kenny, it was a feminine voice speaking.

“What’s wrong with you, Fannie?” 

“Kenny, where’s Kenny?”

“Fannie honey, don’t be mean.”

“He was here, I was with him. He was just here.”

“Fannie honey, you know Kenny’s dead.”

I looked around the room. Purses and coats lay undisturbed, on the couch. I could hear murmured voices from another room. I looked at Mrs. McBride hunkered over from the passage of years. Her features tightened and her eyes misted over. I could see her suffering in the way her mouth twitched at the corners.

“I’m so sorry.” I touched her hand and she grasped on to mine, squeezing it gently. Our eyes locked. Pictures of Kenny flashed by. And the moment passed. Her features softened. She cleared her throat and released my hand before saying,

“It’s OK Fannie, you must have been dreaming.” 

I responded without hesitation, “No Mrs. McBride, I wasn’t dreaming.” I smiled knowingly. “I was remembering.”