4 comments/ 10330 views/ 7 favorites Pushed By: RoyalBabyGirl He had seen her sad before but, in the year they had been together he had never seen this. His heart broke as tears rolled silently down her cheeks. She looked so delicate. Her hair hung in ringlets around her face, going from red to black as they made their way down her back and over her supple chest. Her big, dark brown eyes were full of tears and bloodshot though she refused to let them spill over. Blood flushed her face from frustration and her shoulders shook. He stepped towards her, cautiously, as he removed his shoes and shirt. "And we don't have any clean towels." She concluded her rant wiping the palms of her hands over her face in a frustrated motion. He laughed kissing her hello. That was something he could handle. "I'll get that started, baby." "Sit down." she snapped, rising. Ignoring the warning in the raise of an eyebrow, she continued. "I'm serious. You worked a twelve hour day. It's midnight. I can start the laundry. Sit down." She waited, rather impatiently for him to change while she gathered the rest of the laundry. She had had to wait for him to come home in order to do the bleach load because his work shirt needed to be added. She hadn't expected him to offer and, had she not been as annoyed as she was, the gesture would have made her smile. Today, it just pissed her off. Conner shook his head as he watched her leave the room with the laundry. She and her brother had just had their first, serious fight and Kayden was not taking it well. She and her brother, Benjamin, had always been best friends. Conner had never seen a relationship quite like theirs in all his days. He had known from day one (both because he could see it for himself and she made it crystal clear) that Benjamin came first. Their mother had worked three jobs when she was young so, despite their only being a two year difference, she had always been responsible for Benjamin. Kayden had put no other family member, no boyfriend, no girlfriend and no friend before her brother and it was breaking her heart that he was putting his girlfriend before her. Which also broke his heart. Conner sighed, lying on the bed. It would take her a minute to finish starting the laundry because she also had to fold what was in the dryer and he decided he'd make the best of the five minutes of peace he was going to get. Instantly, his mind was consumed with thoughts of Kayden. He could not believe that they were closing in on the one year mark. They had been through so much. He was a natural Dom and she was a natural sub so they had clicked sexually instantly but he hadn't expected to fall in love with her. She was so incredibly strong when she needed to be - even in her submission she was strong. She was beautiful and independent but was able to make it clear that she was willing to lean on him. The first time she told him she loved her, she had said "I promise that I will never need you but I will always love you." He loved that. He knew what she meant and he felt the same way. They were capable of surviving without one another; they just had no intention of doing so. Conner didn't think he'd ever forget that line. - Kayden snapped the shirt in the hair in a huff before folding it and placing it on the dryer. God, it had been a long day. All she wanted to do was go to bed. Crying had always exhausted her, whether she cried for an hour or five minutes. Sighing, she took the clean laundry back to the bedroom. She didn't say a word as she began putting clothes away. This sight always amused Conner. He had never been quite this spoiled before. He understood her logic but it still baffled him. He worked sixty hours a week and she was a full-time student but did not work. It did not make sense to her for him to have to do any of the domestic chores. He didn't cook, clean, do the laundry or handle the bills. He was capable - he's a grown ass man after all - it just seemed to bring her comfort. Conner always knew she had had a bad day if he came home and the house smelled like Lysol and she was silent. Today was no exception. After putting the laundry away, Kayden sighed deeply and crawled into bed with Conner. "Hi." She whispered gently, kissing him while lacing her fingers with his. His lips curved against hers in a smile. There she was. "Hi, baby." "How was work?" "It was work." He responded, catching her lip between his teeth causing a quick gasp. Conner had three levels of describing his day. "It was fine" meant that he had actually had a pretty good day. "It was work" means it was busy and/or stressful but at a tolerable level and "Just another day in paradise" usually meant she was lucky nobody was bleeding or unemployed. Kayden loved the fact that Conner was a business manager. She had never told him this, but it actually sort of turned her on. She liked control and knowing that he exerted control in all aspects of his life just made him that much more sexy. Ending the kiss, Kayden nestled her head into the curve of his shoulder and let more silent tears fall. She wasn't super convinced that Conner could understand. He had four siblings to her one but he saw them once or twice a year and talked to them about as frequently. She had a bond with Benjamin no one seemed to understand but she knew that Conner sympathized if nothing else. He rolled onto his side when he felt the tears fall on his shoulder and wiped them away when she moved with him and rolled onto her back. "I'm sorry, baby." Conner whispered as he brushed her hair from her face. He brought his mouth down to hers slowly. She raised her chin so her lips met his and relaxed into the kiss. She allowed her hands to roam over his broad shoulders and strong back while his hand slid up and down the curves of her side. Kayden moaned into the kiss when Conner's hand trailed over her thighs. She was in her night clothes which included a pair of short shorts from her cheer-leading days and a tank-top. His hands slid up her body and took her shirt with them exposing her chest, her nipples already hard with anticipation. He rolled her left on in his mouth while he sucked and nibbled on the other. Her hips arched and a gasp escaped her lips. His instincts told him to be tender but he knew Kayden well enough to know that that was not what she needed. What she needed was pushed. His fingers pinched down or her nipple roughly causing her to hiss his name. She cried out when his teeth bit down on the other one. Wordlessly, he rose and crossed the room. Kayden watched in silence. She knew exactly where he was going. "Get naked and lay across the bed horizontally." Conner did not look at her when he addressed her. From the drawer, he pulled out various things he was going to need: a belt, three different paddles, rope, clothespins, a blindfold, a small vibrator and lubrication. Kayden narrowed her eyes at the tiny tube of what she assumed was lube. It was about the size of a travel-sized tube of toothpaste. They had never used lube before so she wasn't sure why he was bringing it out now. "Spread your legs, baby girl, and lift your head." When she did as she was told, he wrapped the blindfold around her head and popped her lightly across the face. "I expect to be addressed, Kayden." "Yes, sir." She responded quietly, flexing her jaw to assess the damage. There of course was none but it is always different when blindfolded. Kayden cried out as Conner placed a clothespin on her right nipple. "Jesus." She hissed. He placed the second one on her other nipple and kissed her collarbone while her back arched. He waited patiently for her body to flatten back out, knowing it meant that she had adjusted to the pain. Conner flicked one of the clothespins and then moved his hands down her taut stomach, drawing slow, lazy circles over her clit. "Oh, God" Kayden moaned. Her mind warred between focusing on the pain and focusing on the pleasure. The combination was intoxicating. "Ah! Fuck!" she exclaimed as he slapped her pussy. He had never done that before. Her legs automatically moved to close when his hand lifted. "Still," He commanded, slapping her again. "and keep those whore legs open." "Yes, sir." She gasped as he hit her again. He alternated for a while between flicking his fingers quickly over her clit and slapping her. The sensations overwhelmed her. Conner would bring her seconds from cumming and them slap her, pause for a second, and then do it again. After the tenth hard slap, her legs closed around his hand. "God," was all she said. "Tsk, tsk, tsk." He admonished. "What shall we do about your deliberate disobedience?" Shit. "On your stomach. Ass high. Face flat ... Higher. And spread your knees further. Good girl." Once he had her how he wanted her, Conner grabbed a hair tie and expertly put her hair up. He then took Kayden's hands and tied them behind her back snugly, slapping her ass sharply. She did not cry out. Instead her whole body quivered with anticipation. She needed this. She needed him to hit her; to make her cry; to make her his. He positioned himself in front of her, holding a paddle she could not see. It was her favorite one - long, thick and rectangular - but he fully intended to get around to using the round, thin, small one that she disliked as well. It caused much more pain in a concentrated area. Kayden's mouth automatically opened when he pulled her head off of the bed by her hair. He made no movements for a minute, frustrating her. She wanted it. "Please, sir ..." "Please what?" he demanded, bringing the paddle down on her left ass cheek hard. "Ah! Please let me suck your dick. Please, Sir. I need it." She begged now, turned on by the heady mix of pain and pleasure. Succumbing to his own need, he slid his cock into her warm, wet mouth, slapping her again in the same spot. He kept the place frustratingly slow, slapping her ass hard with every thrust. Her cries caused her mouth to tighten around him and her moans caused a vibrating sensation making it very difficult to avoid cumming. He had more planned for her though, so he pulled out, smiling at the pout that formed on her pretty face. Raising her up so that she was sitting on her knees, Conner removed the clothespins, and stood on the floor in front of where she knelt on the bed, inches from her but not touching her. He smiled when she thanked him but said nothing. The clothespins had simply been a warm up. "What are your safe words, Kayden?" Her body shook. He only asked those words when he knew she was going to need them. "Easy and Amara," she whispered. Easy meant she needed a second, Amara was the name of his daughter and caught his attention immediately - effectively ending the session. Upon her answer, he slipped a finger into her, curling it up sharply. When she arched her body he took the thin, small, round paddle and smacked her left nipple hard. "Ah, fuck." "Watch your mouth, Kayden." Conner admonished, bringing the paddle down on the other nipple. A second finger entered her, making her cry out. In and out, in and out, in and out he pumped his fingers relentlessly. She lost count of how many times the paddle came down on her breasts. Kayden's mind seemed to race and clear at the same time. There was so much pleasure and so much pain. One of the things she had admired about Cameron from day one was that he had very talented hands. She wished she could touch him, hold onto him, but her hands were bound and she was blindfolded. "Please," she begged, "may I cum?" Upon her request, he pulled his fingers out. "No." She cried out in frustration and hung her head. She both hated and loved being denied. "Fuck." At this, Conner pulled up the blindfold swiftly and glared into her equally frustrated eyes. "Damn it, Kayden. What did I say ... about watching your mouth?" He demanded, reaching behind her to untie the rope that bound her hands. "Get up." Trembling from both fear and arousal, Kayden did as she was told. "Hands on the wall, ass out." "Yes sir," she whispered, assuming the position. She heard the 'swoosh' of the belt before she felt it and resisted the urge to tense or move away from the pain. "One, sir." She recited. "Thank you." CRACK "Two, sir, thank you." CRACK "Three, sir, thank you." Twenty times the belt came down on her already sore ass and twenty times she thanked him. Conner was proud of her but knew she hadn't been pushed to her limit. "Ass out further, slut, and spread your legs." When she did as she was told, Conner slipped two fingers into her tight, dripping pussy. He teased her this time - moving his fingers fast enough to excite and arouse but not quite enough to be what she needed to cum. "Please, baby, please." She begged. "Fuck me. Please. I need you." "No." Conner pulled his fingers out and smacked her ass sharply. "Get back on the bed and into the position you were in." When she complied, he bound and blindfolded her once more. He picked up the paddle and pressed it against her thigh, smiling when she spread her knees further. He brought his mouth down on her nipples, soothing the sore from the beating. With no warning, he snapped his wrist and the paddle collided with her throbbing clit. Kayden bit back a scream and thanked him through clenched teeth. He slapped her clit again and this time could not hold back the scream. Again he hit her and again she cried out. She felt him move and tensed for the next slap but it never came. Instead, it was replaced with his fingers. Conner drew slow, lazy circles around her very sensitive clit before gliding his fingers into her. He was rough now. Rough and fast. His fingers curled mercilessly and hit her g-spot over and over again. "Please." She gasped. "Please." "Yes." He curled his fingers in her once more and dropped the paddle kissing her roughly. His tongue found hers and she reached climax and shuddered. When he ended the kiss, her body went limp and her head rested on his chest. Conner allowed her breathing to slow before removing the blindfold. "You are allowed to see now, but your hands must remain bound. I am going to fuck you and, if you cum before I allow you to, I will put the clothespins back on your very sore, very swollen nipples. Clear?" " ... Yes, sir." He knew she sucked at orgasm control. She knew she sucked at orgasm control. She also knew that sometimes he didn't push her to failure. She had a feeling this would not be one of those times. Conner helped her into position, her face in the mattress and her legs spread wide, knees on the edge of the bed. He was gentle at first, setting a slow but deep pace. Kayden moaned with each thrust and arched her back to give him more access. Gradually, he picked up the pace until he was slamming into her and her moans became cries. He grabbed her hair and pulled her head off of the bed, smacking her ass. Again, she cried out and he felt her walls tighten around him as she came. He couldn't help but smile. She didn't even ask. He slowed as she rode out her orgasm and whispered the word "Easy." "Easy." "Easy." With the last one, her body went limp. Now he was getting somewhere. Kayden kept her eyes closed and tried to slow her breathing. She seemed to be thinking everything and nothing at the same time. Her mind could not decide if it wanted to focus on the pain or the pleasure. The war was intoxicating. "Okay." She whispered. "Okay." Waiting for the word, Conner roughly pulled her up by her hair. "What the hell was that?" "I - I don't know" she stammered, knowing he was mad that she came without permission. "I just got lost in the pleasure, I guess." "Well, we should fix that, shouldn't we, slut?" She knew the question was rhetorical and offered a "Thank you, sir" when he placed the clothespins back on her. Her nipples were screaming. She shrieked when he let go of her hair and her face fell back onto the bed, pressing her chest into the mattress. Oh, God. Was he going to fuck her like that? She felt him position himself behind her. He was. Kayden felt something cold slide down her ass and she gasped a 'no'. "Yes." Was all he said, knowing no was not a safe word. Conner had never fucked her ass before but, tonight, it felt right. He knew she had a past with anal that was not pleasant so he wanted to be extra careful with her. Anal was his favorite type of sex and he had spent the last year planning and conditioning her and earning her respect and trust. "Do I need to untie you, Kayden?" He asked gently. He didn't want to add anything to the situation that might scare her more. She thought about it for a second, surprised by his consideration. "No, sir." He smiled at the strength in her submission. "Good girl." Conner slipped his cock into her pussy, fucking her slow but rough while he massaged the lube into her ass. Still fucking her, he slipped a finger into her tight ass, wiggling it gently. She moaned in pleasure but pulled away from him. "Don't." he snapped. He knew her well enough to know that, if she was going to get through this in one piece, she needed her Dom and not her boyfriend. She needed the pain and the sharp words. If he was gentle and sweet, she would panic. "Push into my hand, not away from it." She did as she was told and noted that the pain decreased but she pulled away again when he took his finger out and pressed his cock against her tight ass. "I said don't." he snapped, spanking her ass a few times. "Push into me, baby, and trust me. I am not going to hurt you." She'd heard that before but, again, she did as she was told. As she pushed against him, he pushed against her and, before she knew it, the head of his dick was in her ass. She began to relax, knowing the most painful part was over. Slowly, he slid into her, their moans mixing. Oh, God, she felt so full. She felt herself beginning to panic, her heart racing and her breath hitching. She felt Conner's hand slip under her body and slap her pussy before rubbing quick, small circles over her clit. She moaned, arching into his hand and he began to move inside her. He set a moderate pace, not fast but not slow. He used moderate force as well, not rough but not gentle. The sounds of her moans increased as she drew near orgasm. With every thrust she felt the clothespins pull on her nipples. She felt his cock taking her in places he had never taken before; taking her to places she had never been taken before. She felt the orgasm swell in her and heard him say yes before she asked. She cried out his name in her release and he picked up the pace and the force in response. She was still surprised at how very little pain there was. She was also surprised at how much pleasure felt. "More." She demanded. "More." "More?" he growled. "You want more?" Grabbing her hair, he pulled her body off of the bed and slammed into her. "Do not cum until I tell you to. Don't even fucking ask." His hand came off her clit and slapped her pussy sharply three times causing her to cry out her "Yes, sir." He used her hair to slam her body into his and his into hers. He set a relentless pace and knew he would be coming soon. "Cum." He yelled letting go of her hair and smacking her ass harder than he had yet that night. As soon as her nipples hit the bed, she exploded and screamed his name. He continued to pump in and out of her as he came and her one orgasm quickly became two. "Please" she whispered when he stilled. "Please." "Please what?" he asked, genuinely confused, as he slowly pulled out of her. "Please." She sobbed. Shit. Quickly he untied her hands, rolled her onto her side and took the clothespins off of her nipples. The tears she refused to let fall earlier rolled freely down her face now, taking eyeliner and mascara with them. Pushed a Little Too Far Monday night is my favorite night of the week. That's because Monday is game day. Every Monday from seven to eleven our club meets in the ballroom in the rec center to play board games, card games, night games or even console games. I'm game master of the club, and own forty-six of the seventy plus board games we play and know how to play almost all of them. My roommate, roommate to be, and friends all come play with us, and our club has been nominated for club of the year on campus. We usually get twenty to thirty people every Monday and have special events from time to time. The president of our club is Jennifer and I've had a crush on her since my freshman year from going kayaking with her. She taught me, mostly anyway, how to do an Eskimo roll in the kayak. That's where you flip over in a kayak so your torso is underwater and you turn it back over using only your body and the paddle for torque without getting out. Learning is a bit of a challenge given that the whole time you try and practice it you are forced under water and either have to succeed, be helped to turn over by someone, or panic and swim out filling the kayak with water. Jennifer helped to turn me over many, many times and I'm not sure even then how much I kept her there to help me or just to have her there. Being in her swimsuit, in a tight bikini top I couldn't help but notice how good she looked. She had medium long hair, tight stomach, good-sized tits, and a beautiful face with an almost constant smile or laugh. She actually was sort of a tomboy and despite her good physique she wore swim trunks and played as rough as the other guys in the pool. She would ram your boat and tip you over if you let her and was one of the first picks for polo. Given she goes to an engineering school where the ratio is at best 3:1 guys I guess you sort of have to play rough to be good. Unfortunately she was a year older and I was far to shy at the time to do anything but enjoy her company and after the kayaking sort of fizzled I lost contact with her for almost a year. Seeing her again at the club presentation day last fall I immediately joined Board and Gaming Club. Not only was playing games one my favorite things to do, it meant I got to spend time with her again, which was a definite plus. My first few meetings I got to know a lot of people and I found out just how many different board games there are. I had always been an avid gamer, and I have played many board games, all the standard ones: Monopoly, Sorry, Life, Scrabble, Battleship, Risk, and many card games. I was even state champion at Bridge in high school. But the first few weeks I played a new game every week, some I'd never even heard of before. Mario, the card game, the one that actually inspired the franchise; Stock Ticker, a game of playing the stocks with a group of people all given same starting money to see who can make the most in an allotted time; Settlers of Catan, one of our staples, a game to rule the island of Catan by building the most economic network to build an empire; and many more. Every week I would go to see these people and play games with them and quickly we became friends. But outside of game night we still had a very large workload. Being physics major I have one of the hardest majors at the school. I went to the library between classes quite often because it was easier than going home and it increased my chances of actually getting work done. Jennifer too went to the library to work and I always said hi as I went passed her to find an outlet for my laptop. Her hair was so pretty everytime I passed her and she always smiled when she saw me. Working up my nerve I would go and sit with her at the table whenever she was alone to work with her. This usually meant I didn't get much work done, as we tended to talk too much to pay attention to what we were doing. With the start of the new semester our schedules changed and I found she had lunch every day the same time as me. Besides becoming a very prominent member of the club and having real issues to talk to her about we were good friends by now and I often had lunch at her table with her friends. More and more I was aware of how beautiful she was despite her frumpy clothing. For some reason I still don't understand she wore the baggiest clothing and was the height of nerd. She wore a knit wool hat with tassels and a black baggy sweatshirt with loose jeans. Even up close it was hard to tell how good she really looked, her face being the exception. Being a very bubbly person she was always smiling and had a very good laugh, even when she was down somehow her face was still lit up. She never wore make-up had no need to, her face was smooth and she got very rosy cheeks when she was cold. I wanted very much to ask her out and my crush had done nothing but grown since I kept spending time with her. Conversely, our friendship was very good and she spent a lot of time with me as it was and I didn't want to risk it with a date gone badly and the awkwardness it would mean. Still she was one of the hotter girls I've met and she loved to play games as much as me, I couldn't just let her slip away. Meeting her again in the library I sat with her and started to do my circuits homework. She was an electrical so I figured she could help me, besides it was an excuse to meet with her. It was Monday so I figured we could do this between now and game night. Sadly, my stupid analog class was so over my head it was over her head and she was a year ahead of me in that field. So our 'study time' turned into her playing with my phone and me watching, helping, and playing Lux (basically risk) on my computer. She played angry birds and rush hour on my phone until around five. At which point I suggested food, she was going to just go home and have dinner, but I managed to convince her to go to Chipotle with me instead. A double win to be sure because Chipotle was now both delicious and enticing enough to get her to go out with me. We walked back to her house to get her car and go since she needed her wallet and she lived only a few blocks down the hill and across the creek. After a pleasant dinner she dropped me off at my friends and told me she'd meet me at game night later. A week or so passed since our quasi-date and it was our three-day weekend. We had Monday off, rather than miss game night I suggested to the club we have game day at my house instead. Twelve hours plus of solid games and fun all day Monday and into Tuesday morning. We set up my friend's projector in the spare room pointing it at the ceiling for an extra twist to play Portal on, and all the Rock Band stuff in the living room. We sort of regretted the Rock Band stuff thou, because our group has the worst singing of any group of people I've ever encountered. But despite our bad tune we have much fun all day. Jennifer and I went to get the pizza and another drum-set from goodwill since our pedal broke. But another person came with us so I did not get time with her alone. When we got back we made her play portal since for some reason she hadn't and I lay next to her taunting her as she played. Night came and we set-up Halo on both our Xbox's and Jennifer, me, and another person from game night played on the one in the spare room. We played zombies mostly and I being rather good at it started to taunt Jennifer with Jennifer hunting. Whenever I was zombie, or especially if she was zombie, rather than play the game normally and run, I hunted her and taunted her by telling her what I was going to do. How close I was, where I'd come from, and what gun I'd use. After a while merely saying her name made her jump. Despite my warnings I still was very good at hunting her and she grew angry with me and took my hat from me. This is something people don't generally do as I get it back one way or another and people don't cross me in that. But instead of snatching it back from her I countered and took her hat. I had worn her hat once before and the smell of her hair had infused itself into the hat and smelled very good. She had a sort of fruity shampoo or something and the smell was rather distinctive to her. I felt it was a worthy trade and continued to hunt her while smelling her hat. Twice more she came to our house that week to play games with us and help on our random craft day. Craft day was needed because one can only handle so much calculus and I at least needed to get out my artistic side. We made among other things a giant gummi bear by melting down gummi bears in a make shift double boiler and pouring it into a honey bear. The bear was a massive win, and is still very delicious. That Saturday I texted Jennifer to see what she was up too and she replied work but she up for anything after seven. Getting up my nerve I said she should go out with me then. After a rather long pause, which was rather intense on my end at least, she finally said yes she'd go. Our date went good as far as I could tell. We went and played mini golf first. She lost horribly on the first nine but managed to do much better the second half. It was a relief because I would have hated to tell her she tripled my score so I only told her she won on the back nine by one point. Next, we had Chinese food and went to go see Tangled in the theater. Being nerds and the only people in there, we made fun of the movie as we watched it and were laughing most of the time. After the movie we went back to my car and discovered I didn't have my key. We looked and retraced our steps but it was lost and we couldn't find it. Since I only lived about a mile from the theater anyway we walked back to my house to get my spare from my roommate since he drives me more often than I drive anyway. It was snowing and we were playing in the snow as we walked. She couldn't slide as far as me but she was good conversation as we walked and talked. We both were avid fans of Calvin and Hobbes who I commonly associate with Jack (the narrator) and Tyler Durden from Fight Club. Jennifer was not a fan of Fight Club and had no interest in knowing the many similarities between the two. How Tyler was a recreation of Hobbes, as Calvin grew up and found himself crushed as the perfect happy life he was promised turned out to be a shallow meaningless existence. Rather than get into the details we agreed to disagree. Walking past the dealerships between my house and the theater we drew on the cars covered in snow. Games of tic-tac-toe, man with hat from XKCD, random messages, and we cleaned all the snow off one car in the middle of the lot for the random. Walking back to my house we decided since the snow was so good we wanted to play in it more. We built the Calvin and Hobbes head peeking up over the hill, like a giant poking his nose over with his fingers to the sides. It stayed there for almost a week before it melted, which here is rather significant. Making it was fun, and I loved to sculpt and have been front page of the paper twice for my snow Lincoln and snowman protest relief. After an hour or two Jennifer was frozen, she had kept kneeling in the snow and her legs were all wet and frozen. So we went inside to warm up and had apple cider. She changed into my shorts and stripped to her tank top under her other shirt. I gave her my blamange, which is a giant white puffy feather blanket. It gets its name from the Monty Python sketch, but needless to say, it is awesome, very comfy, and very warm. She curled right up into it and drank the cider but her cheeks stayed red. Suggesting we watch another movie we decided on The Chronicles of Riddick as she had never seen it before and was a huge fan of Vin Diesel, not in small part because he plays D&D. I got my feather pillow that was really a three-in-one giant pillow to support us as we watched the movie and we lay on my bed under the blamange. My computer on my desk is a 27" iMac and has a screen big enough to function as a TV. Rather than mess with the transfer to my external and setting it up on my Xbox for the living room this was easier. My roommate watched the movie with us and I held Jennifer lightly as we watched. After the movie was over it was getting very early even by my standards and I didn't want to get up. Jennifer was not as pro at morning activity as me and simply lay there as the credits finished and the screen went dark from inactivity. I couldn't sleep, not with her in my bed this close to me, and it appeared she was not asleep either. We moved so as to lie in the bed long way rather than across it as we had for the movie. For the next length of time, I'm not really sure how long, we played a very subtle little game. First she would roll over and get closer and then pull back. Then I would roll to hold her and then thinking she was asleep pull back. She would then lay her head on my shoulder and I would pull close to her. All our movements were intentional but apparently random as if made during sleep. I commented as such after a long time saying how pro we were at sleeping. She laughed and agreed saying she hadn't slept any either. I told her to lie on her side then so I could hold her properly. She did and I spooned up to her and draped my arm over her pulling her to me as we lay under the covers. Her legs were so smooth against mine, her hair so sweet in my face. I felt very relaxed as I held her and many a night have I longed just for that simple hold. But given the situation I wanted more. My hand holding her stomach was just brushing the underside of her tit. Squeezing ever so softly at first I massaged the area just underside her tit. She did not protest the massage but kept me at first from moving higher. My massage grew slowly more insistent and I pressed up and she released and I finally held the soft tender breasts I so worshiped for some reason. They felt so large in my hands yet tender as I felt her sigh as I pressed and rolled them. This was my favorite part; her reactions to my touches were far more satisfying than the touches themselves. After awhile I slid my hand down to the bottom of her shirt. She knew what I was doing and quickly helped me to pull her shirt out of the way as I slid my hand back up her naked torso back to her now more exposed tits. Her body was warm and she moved to feel my hands more as them played along her body. I did my best to push her bra out of the way and gripped her naked tit feeling her moan softly as I did so. Emboldened by my success thus far I slid my hand down over her legs, my shorts, and rubbed them. She had to know where I was headed but didn't seem to protest the movement. Moving my hand to between her legs I felt her jerk as I slid my fingers up her slit though the fabric. Holding myself back I kept my hard cock off her, somehow it felt wrong to unnerve her with it pressing to hard to have her right then. I wanted to pleasure her, to feel her pleasure and if the time came then move forward. For now I kept my hand to her pussy and my other still fondling her tit. She was quiet as I rubbed her but her enjoyment was obvious. She kept her head craned back mouth slightly open, her breathing was elevated with her pulse and I felt her jerk from time to time went I circled her clit. I wanted to get my hand inside the shorts to get closer to her pussy, to feel the dampness I knew was there. I wanted so very badly to feel her cum, to shake in my arms, to cry out. I felt her, hoping to go further, but she held my hand down. Everytime I tried to move it she pulled it back to her pussy, I thought at first it was because she didn't want it to leave, but given her insistence and not letting my hand above the waistband I knew my advances were finally being stopped. Finally she said the clothes were staying on today and to play with the top instead. Disappointed, I nonetheless submitted to her request, as it was after all the first date and she had done far more than I had expected already. Rolling her over and holding her to me I told her to kiss me then. We kissed and held each other until 10ish in the morning and talked about all sorts of things from religion to the stupid circuits to how amazing she felt against me. But she said she had to go and get to church, I was not a fan of seeing her leave for such a reason, but I drove her home anyway getting stuck three times in the massive snow left from the night before and ice underneath it. Time passed and nothing seemed to have changed between us, I thought she was happy with our date and I could not wait for the next one. But it was test time and we were both very busy trying to pass our respective tests. After a week or so my friend from home, a couple years younger texted saying he was coming to tour the school. We decided to greet him with a bafing fight. Bafing is basically foam sword fighting, with wooden, PVC, or carbon fiber cores and a noodle duck taped on the outside. Jennifer came with us and it just so happened we were the first to arrive at the field in the middle of campus. She told me out of the blue that while Saturday was a lot of fun she didn't want to go out with me. Shocked and rather hurt I was left to just go with it as my friends started to show up and we never had a chance to talk about it at the time. For the next four hours we had our sword fight, got smoothies and toured my friend around the campus. It was very surreal having her there, having dumped me and yet we were acting as if nothing had happened. This feeling didn't really fade over the next several weeks. She showed no signs of discomfort being around me all the time, in fact seemed to be spending even more time than usual doing stuff with me. Albeit we were never really alone for it, she came to my house three times that week and played games and planned the events for E-Days with me. Having to see her became more a chore than a pleasure because as fun and beautiful as she was, I could not hold her, not be with her in that way. I could do nothing about it and yet there she was over and over staring me in the face. I can't decide if I would feel better or worse if she had given me a reason but I really did not want to take no for an answer. ----------- This weekend my friend was moving in and Jennifer agreed to come over and help us after her party. From what I was told it was a Kahlua and ice cream party and she got to our house very late. My new roommate was almost moved in but Jennifer got cold from some combination of the chilly evening and the ice cream and she found my blamange and curled up in it. She must have been rather tired and feel asleep very quickly in the warm embrace of the blamange. My roommates both left shortly there after, both going home for the weekend. Leaving me here with the sleeping Jennifer, now in my bed. This was too much for me, I had been pining after her for the last weeks more than ever and now she was in my bed, no one home. At the beginning of the year I had gotten rope in the chance I had need for it, I was quite handy with it from scouts but all it had been used for so far was tying my cardboard boat to my car to bring it to the race. Now I had a use for the rope that was much less innocent. Jennifer had fallen asleep in my bed of her own volition, and she had 'slept' with me once before. Some part of her wanted this and I was not going to let it slip between my fingers again. I was careful to measure out the rope I needed before moving Jennifer at all. I made four parallel loops for her wrists, and set up the rope to be adjusted from the side. This part of the rope I secured to the headboard of the bed. This would make it so I held her wrists apart, without any chance of her escaping or losing circulation to her hands. Her legs would be more difficult and I was only able to attach the rope to the footboard legs and would have to wait until I removed the blanket to continue. For her face I grabbed a clean sock. Also grabbing a pair of scissors for cutting her clothes and the ropes if need be. Pushed a Little Too Far Grabbing the ropes I looked down at her, was I really going to go through with this? I mean it was everything I wanted, but what happens if she flat refuses? No she walked into this willingly, she just needed a push. She would come around one way or another. Besides the ropes were already tied. I pulled her left hand out first and slid it into the loops. Reaching across she stirred as I slid the second set of loops over her right hand. Jennifer attempted to pull her hand back, meeting resistance she murmured, "What, hey, what's going on?" Not wasting any time as she was waking up quicker than I expected I pulled the ropes on her arms tight and forced her to lay flat as her arms were pulled apart and held straight out. "Shhh, don't move," I stoked her smooth hair and willed her to clam down, "just go back to sleep you'll feel very good soon." Taking her momentary lull as good fortune I slid down the bed and yanked her shorts off before she knew what was happening. This was too sudden and she kicked out as I slipped the shorts off. Grabbing one leg I slid the loops I had set-up over her ankle and tightened it down. Too tight, she would be sure to lose circulation but for now I needed her immobile. The second leg was more difficult than the first but I managed to wrestle it down and into the binding as well. Jennifer was by now yelling out in protest and finishing binding her I shoved the sock in her mouth. This was very effective at muffling her shrieks and I returned my attention to her bindings. If I loosened her ankles she might be able to escape but if I kept them tight she would lose circulation. I wanted neither, so I improvised and tossing the blamange aside I wrapped a second rope eight times around her leg, four above the knee and four below. Repeating this on the opposite leg I brought the two ends together on the left side of the bed having gone underneath with the right one and used a double taught line hitch to pull her legs apart. This spread her legs but over strained her ankles even more, free to loosen them I did so and finally got her bound in a stable, hopefully comfortable and secure binding. Jennifer resisted her bindings and kept trying to yell out past the sock but her efforts were futile. I couldn't help but stare at her tight body, as she lay there helpless. I knew I was turned on by bondage but seeing her in my bed helpless to my every desire was more than I ever imagined. Her chest was heaving, tits pressed against her tight tank top. Those tits had been haunting me since I first saw them in the pool but even more so having massaged them not more than a month ago. They were just sitting there waiting to be held, fondled, sucked, anything I want to do to them. I jumped into the bed and Jennifer moaned in protest and turned her head away as I gripped the full of her right tit and drove my face between the delicious mounds. They were so warm and soft, my brain was in overdrive as I lay there and fondled her. I had one of my best friends tied down, most likely terrified of me and I was in ecstasy. I was in a state of pure childish delight playing with her tits, and yet was also contemplating the ramifications of my actions. I was split in the scene, one part of me stood there watching myself and judged. I was a perverted little freak tying down my friend just to play with bits of flesh on her chest. Yet what lovely pieces of flesh they were. I could feel her heart race, her chest rise with each breath, and the vibrations of her moans of protest all while massaging her tit with my hand. Sliding my hand down I reached up under her shirt and slid my hand along her chest. It was smooth and I could feel her ribs under her skin and couldn't help but bring my cock against her leg. She tried to jerk away from me but my bindings were strong. "There's no need to fight it. Just lay back and enjoy it, I know you will. I'll make sure of it." I pulled her bra aside under shirt and grabbed her naked breast as I said this and she looked away from me again. Feeling her bare skin was even more erotic than it had been through the shirt and made sure to rub the tit good. I knew she would like it, all that tension needed to be loosened. Having a good set of tits like hers it was a fair amount of weight to carry around even inside her bra. Those muscles and tendons would feel good from a deep tissue massage no matter the circumstance the rub was given. Besides it meant more time to play with the curves I so wanted to feel for so long. I knew she liked this part and even being tied up and forced into it I could feel her resolve cracking as I continued to rub her fears away. She even looked up longingly when I pulled my hand away. But, when she saw me reaching for the pair of scissors her tension and fear immediately returned and she again fought at her bindings. "Shhh, I told you not to fight it. Your shirt is in my way and I really want to play with your nipples. Don't fidget or I may actually cut you." This made her lie absolutely ridged and she held her breath puffing her chest out even more than normal. Her eyes were clamped shut and she tried to turn away. I wanted to toy with her, draw the scissors along her stomach and tickle her with them, force her to fear them but she might flinch and I didn't want to stab her, not with scissors anyway. I merely cut up along the center of her shirt, a simple white tank top probably only a couple bucks. The chest underneath on the other hand was anything but. Clipping the straps on the shirt I pulled it out from underneath her and put the scissors to the side. Her body really was amazing, I had felt it and knew how smooth and even it was and I'd seen it before in the pool. But this was different; her arms outstretched open to my embrace and tits pushed out by the air in her chest and one out from under her bra. I fell down to her side and held her close to me. I wanted to feel as much of this body against me as I could. I pressed my head against her the nape of her neck and inhaled the beautiful scent of her hair. I slid my hands along the taught skin over her midriff tickling her belly button and up to her exposed tit. I ran my hand over it admiring how perfectly round it was cupped in my hand. She moaned again and tried to pull away from me. "When are you just going to admit you are enjoying this? Your nipples are already hard and I bet your starting to get wet down there." At the mention of her pussy cried out and pulled at her bindings even harder. "Relax, I'll play with that later. For now I said I was going to play with your nipples. Stay to the top, I remember." I tried to remove her bra without leaving her neck. Her hair was so intoxicating; I was almost content just to lay here holding her with the scent of her hair. But her bra was proving rather difficult. I could unclip it just fine but I could not get it off. I didn't want to cut it because it might cost more than a few bucks so I was trying to undo the strap but I was just blindly fumbling. Ah well, I was going down there anyway; I took one last intake of that sweet hair and slid my face back to her soft pillows. Not a bad trade overall and now seeing the strap I was able to get it undone soon enough and pulled her bra out and threw it aside. Returning my attention to what I was laying on I found to my delight her nipples were still hard. She really was enjoying this even if she wouldn't admit it yet. But those nipples were just begging to be sucked and I had no reason not to oblige them. I could feel Jennifer's moan as I sucked her nipple into my mouth and it seemed conflicted between the pleasure of the suction and the circumstances of the attention. No matter to me however, she was enjoying it and I was in a position to make her enjoy it more. Sucking it further into my mouth I swirled me tongue on her nipple. It was both rough and tender to my touch, I wanted more of it. Grabbing her other nipple with my fingers I pinched her nipple as best I could while still holding her tit with the rest of my hand. Working my tongue back and forth and my hand massaging her other breast Jennifer's heart began to race again but I had a feeling it was an entirely different reason this time. As much fun as it was toying with her nipples her panties were too inviting to pass up. Just as before, Jennifer was turned on enough by my foreplay with her tits to let me slide my hand down between her legs. I caressed the inside of her legs with my hands, she must had just shaven them as they were silky smooth and warm to my touch. Her panties her white with pastel dots, not quite bikini style but close and very form fitting. Sliding my hand over her pussy the first time I felt her jerk at the touch but not overtly protesting the caress. At this point even if she had been screaming in terror I would have been turned on by feeling her in such a private place. To feel her jerk and buck under my hand, but no she was actually beginning to enjoy the touches and I still held her tit to my face. Bringing my hand to a rest cupping her I felt just how warm she was, if her legs were warm it did not compare to the heat her pussy was giving off through the panties. This was very comfortable for both of us and I lay and enjoyed the feeling. Her breast pressed up against my face, her bound body helpless to my movements, and her pussy on fire under the pressure of my hand gently pulling up. "Don't worry, this time you don't have to feel guilty about it. I'm in control here, and you can just lie there and enjoy it. I know you enjoyed it last time, and this time you will even more. You can be sure I will." She was strong willed I had to give her that, her body clearly wanted this, but her mind still was not willing. I started to massage her outer lips through her panties, given how much I enjoyed the feeling I guessed she would not hold out much longer. Her lips were soft and fluid and I could feel her shiver as I ran my fingers along her slit. Her breast still pressed to my ear I watched her stomach rise and fall and she tried to remain clam. Pushing with my middle finger I forced her panties and my finger deeper into her folds pulling the fabric tight against her now swollen lips. "This is about where we got to last time wasn't it. I really can't imagine how you managed to stop me before," and I sucked her nipple in my mouth again causing her to shudder and moan in protest, "but this time since you so nicely came back I think we should move on." Pulling my hand back I slid my fingers under her waistband and along the tops of her hipbones. She shivered and pulled at her bindings fairly hard, it was a good thing the knots were firm. Sliding my hand down I kept my hand to the very right side of her crotch. I could feel her blood pumping in the veins; she was still fighting the bonds trying to get out. Her efforts were in vain and she gasped and twitched as I danced my fingers over her naked pussy. Even my subtle little touches were sufficient to feel the dampness there that had already spread to her panties leaving a dark spot on the clean white fabric. Dancing my fingers back over her pussy I circled my finger around her outer lips. She was now whimpering behind the sock and I watched with great fascination as my hand contorted the fabric of her panties. I spread her lips with my fingers and felt the heat of her pussy as I toyed with the even softer inner lips. Circling up my fingers found her clit hidden in her pink folds. Jennifer was unable to ignore my touches when they found her clit and her body jerked in response to my flicking it. "That's right, twitch my beauty. Let my fingers bring you to another world. You are going to cum for me right here." She whimpered at my words and tired again to close her legs to keep out my probing fingers. Drawing my self away from her soft mounds and smooth skin I reoriented my self to between her legs. I was forced to remove my hand, but despite her immediate relief with my hand leaving she cried out and struggled as she saw me moving to put my face right between her legs. From this vantage point I could not only see how damp her panties were getting, but smell her sex in the air. The damp panties clung to her folds and were now semi transparent. Pulling close I inhaled the scent of her, choosing to exhale deeply I breathed hot air on her pussy. She moaned and pulled at her bindings trying to pull away from me. Bringing my hands around to her stomach I bent my head down and kissed her pussy. It was so sweet and from the moment I tasted it I had to have more. Grabbing the near string edges of her panties I pulled up tightening the triangle of fabric over her pussy and pulling it taught. She moaned, and I don't know whether it was from pain, pleasure, or some combination of the two. I pulled as hard as I could up on her panties and her clit was pinched between the seams the fabric cutting in to her slit. I reached out with my tongue and licked the clit under strain and I felt her twitch and try to scream out. This was too good and I licked her clit again. Her sweetness was soaking through and around the panties and I lapped it up. Licking the length of her pussy I could hear Jennifer start to breath rapidly. Letting go of the left side of her panties I reached for the scissors. Going against my better judgment I trailed the scissors along her body. Sliding them over and around her breasts and even down over her pussy. Thankfully, she suffered her spasm internally and when I went to trim the now strings that were the sides of her panties they came off without a single scratch. I had pulled her panties pulled so hard, they still clung to her pussy as if for dear life. Pealing back the soaked panties I watched in ecstasy as she twitched and caused her tits to shake everytime the panties slipped and came loose. Goddamn she was beautiful, her naked body now lay before me spread eagle. My cock was pulsing against my leg and it strained to be free from my boxers. Her body was lean and smooth; pale from being under all her clothing it was now mine for the taking. Her hair was wavy today and her eyes were very hard to read, unsure was the best I could describe them as. Glancing down her body I found her tits again and saw her nipples where still hard and the left looked a little raw from my sucking and nibbling. Scanning down her stomach I ran my hand over her again and her belly jerked at the tickle. Her pussy was not shaven but it looked as if it had been trimmed some but looked perfect the way it was. I ran my fingers over the soft hair and spiraled it around my finger. Bringing my finger lower I brought it back into her pussy and rubbed it around. Moving to her clit I circled and flicked it watching her jerk her head from side to side. Pulling my hand back I slapped her pussy with a wet smack. She jolted and whimpered at the punishment. "Oh does that hurt?" and I slapped her pussy again. She nodded as tears formed in her eyes. "You want me to kiss it to make it feel better?" and I slapped her pussy again, this time making sure to land squarely on her exposed clit. She nodded again and was now crying into the sock. Sinking down I placed my mouth on her pussy my nose on her pubic hair and inhaled. This was just as sweet as the hair on her head and feeling her moan as I kissed her pussy made it even better. Reaching around I grabbed two handful of her ass and pulled my face deeper into her now sucking her clit into my mouth. Unable to see I felt her shoulders buck and imaged her soft tits rippling to the vibrations. Releasing her tight ass cheeks I moved my hands up her body and found her tits. Meanwhile, I tongued her clit and fast as I could and felt her legs shake as she tried to close her legs giving her a reprieve from my oral assault. No such reprieve was in order and instead I moved my hand away from her tit and brought it back to the lips of her pussy. I heard her try to murmur something but it was lost behind the sock. Sliding my fingers over her lips for only a few seconds more I drove two fingers as deep as I could into her now dripping cunt. She screamed behind her gag and I felt her try and shift her pussy away from the penetrating fingers. This only caused her to slid her pussy along my fingers while I continued to tongue her clit. I brought my other hand down from her tit and held her stomach in a vain attempt to keep her still. But from the punishment of my fingers and tongue on her clit Jennifer was now unable to keep still. Her body rocked and bucked at my stimulation unable to escape more pleasure. Rather than piston my fingers in and out I probed her pussy. Pressing and massaging everywhere I could reach. Her muscles were strong and fought hard against my fingers but soon fell to the pleasure my fingers gave. I found a spot that was rougher than the other surfaces and it responded as I pressed on it. Jennifer moaned and bucked even harder at this new pressure. Whatever I found was beyond her control and I rubbed it and pressed it feeling it swell and get, if possible, even warmer. "See I knew you would like this. Look at your body shake; you can't believe how good this feels. You are going to cum for me right here, right now. And you are only going to stop when I am satisfied because you can't do anything to stop me." Jennifer was beyond a response of any kind and merely whimpered as she started to breath so fast I was worried she might pass out. Putting my mouth back on her clit I sucked it into my mouth and flicked it back and forth. My hand was now dripping from my fingers buried in her pussy. After several more moments of ecstasy I felt her pussy clamp on my fingers. It was all I could do to hang on to her and keep my mouth on her clit as her body shuddered and bucked. She had been holding back this orgasm and now it was free it sent her body out of control. I refused to let her down from her high and keep massaging her and sucking on her clit. Her legs shuddered and my bed creaked from the force of her pulling on the ropes attached to her legs. From what I could tell her orgasm kept triggering and I refused to stop pleasuring her and the muscle spasms set off more. After I felt she could take no more I stood up and looked back at her still twitching body. Reaching down I held her tear-strewn face. I took out the sock and kissed her, she didn't really engage in the kiss but she did not pull away from it either. "That's more like it. Now you catch your breath and I'll be back in a minute. I have to go get some things you stay right here." I smiled at her and walked to the door, "oh and don't try and scream or anything I don't want to put the sock back in and I'm guessing you don't either, it would be more uncomfortable the second time I assure you." Once I left the room I couldn't help but do a little dance. I had made Jennifer cum for me, felt her cum over and over and she was still there waiting for what I was going to do next. I was like a kid in a candy store, everything looked so good and I wanted everything there was to offer. I could do anything I wanted to her. But what was I going to do next. As much as I liked bondage and seeing girls toy themselves I was not all that equipped. I didn't have any dildos or vibrators just lying around and I doubted if either of my roommates did either. Plus that would just be awkward for everyone. Well come to think of it I did have one thing that vibrated, my electric toothbrush and I had several spare heads so I didn't mind using one. Watching her get off was more than worth a spare head in my opinion. Excited I rushed in and grabbed it, replacing the batteries to make sure it was at full speed. What else could I do to her to get her off? Scanning the kitchen I saw my back scratcher laying on the counter next to the bar stools. I wasn't all that into pain stimulation but the way I forced her to submit by slapping her pussy was a definite plus. The long bamboo stick with a curved end meant to scratch would be a perfect cane to smack her with. I grabbed it too. Pushed a Little Too Far Now that I had the makeshift cane my mind whirled to the various things I could do to inflict pain in erotic ways. A zipper made of clothespins would do the trick and I had plenty for the clothesline outside. I gathered up a bunch and got some string from the rummage door to string them together. While I was there I saw a bunch of chopsticks and they gave me an idea, I grabbed them and some scotch tape too. Carrying my new found arsenal of pain and pleasure I walked back to my room. "Oh my god what are you doing? Here just untie me. I promise I won't tell. You made me cum and it felt really good but I just want to go home now. Please just untie me and let me go." "Jennifer, I'm disappointed I thought you were just warming up to this. As you might have guessed, telling me it was good then saying no without even a reason doesn't work so well." "It really was good but please just untie me I want to go home." "Lucky for both of us I don't have to take no for an answer this time. Unlucky for you that is not what I wanted to hear. That said you haven't screamed out so that's good for you." Working my way over to the bed I spilled out the things I gathered onto the bed and a couple of clothespins made their way to Jennifer's stomach. She tried as best she could to sit up and look at them. "What are those here for, what are you going to do to me?" Now there was just a hint of panic in her voice and her eyes darted from one item to the next. "Well what ever I do, I would make sure you keep from screaming. You might not like it if you do scream out." Saying this I bent down to kiss her again pulling her face in. I slid back from the kiss pulling her lip with me holding it in my teeth. I grabbed the first clothespin and trailed it along her smooth body. Up over her face and across her eyes as she closed them. She shuddered as I circled back down and around her nipple. "Oh you want it there do you? Good choice I think you nipple could use a little pinch." Jennifer cringed and her face squeezed together as her nipple was clamped by the wooden clothespin. "Hurts a little doesn't it?" She nodded keeping her face tight to hold back any sound, "Oh you want another one for the other nipple?" This time she shook her head. I reached for the back scratcher and ran it up her leg to her pussy. "Are you sure you don't want another one?" She nodded more vigorously and the clip shook as her tits rocked from the motion. "mmmh, that was the wrong answer I'm afraid." Pulling the scratcher back I flicked it down on her pussy, not too hard but hard enough to show her I was serious. "Now were you sure you didn't want another clip?" Again she nodded though not as vigorously this time. I slapped her pussy again, harder this time. "That is really too bad cause this one looks so good on you. You know I think we should put it on anyway just to see how good it looks." Putting it on I grabbed each of her tits. I would never get over how good they felt and looked, so warm in my hands, and smooth to the touch. The clothespins on her nipples covered part of the areola and made her entire tit more taught. I knew how much more sensitive they were becoming from the stressed blood flow so I reached up and twisted the pins slowly and she whimpered. Grabbing the pile of pins I started to loop the string through each one so they were connected a little over an inch apart. I set up two rows of pins and laid them across her chest. "What a are you doing. I don't want any more. Stop. Let me go." "Well if you insist. We can hold off on the pins because you're in luck. There is something else I wanted to do first." This seemed to unsettle her more than reassure, but she remained quiet hoping probably, not to egg me on even more. I grabbed the toothbrush and brought it to her clit. Even before it was on she jerked at the touch. "Remember I said not to scream." Turning on the brush Jennifer bucked immediately. Her pussy was still sensitive from my tongue and the vibrations were right on her ultra sensitive clit. Jennifer bit her lip and was already humping the brush involuntarily. I laid the brush down and it stayed leaned on her pussy. Jennifer had her head back and her eyes closed but the brush was doing work and no matter what she did it stayed and sent her wild. I was able to step back and watch the scene, and while not quite as good as feeling her react, watching her body jerk and shake the pins swinging wildly on her tits was well worth it. My cock was hard against my boxers again and the room was getting hot from all her motion and from how turned on I was getting. I took off my clothes and join her in being naked. Free now, my cock twitched with her body, I had to have her soon. "You have no idea how much I've been wanting to see you cum and now look at you. My own personal little cum slut, your so good I want to give you a treat." Jennifer either didn't hear or wouldn't respond because she seemed blissfully unaware of me until my balls settled on her chest after straddling her. I grabbed the brush and positioned it so I pressed directly on her clit. "Cum for me my little slut, you like this brush I can tell," She nodded, "I want to feel your body shake as you cum for my little brush." Her body was twisting as best it could underneath me and I felt my balls slide across her chest. My cock was rock hard and I pressed the brush harder, and jerked myself at I felt and heard her moan. Her head was rocking back and forth her arms and legs straining, she was close. "Oh my god, I'm gonna cum. It feels so good; the brush on my pussy, and you straddling me like that. Fuck my tits, I want your hot cock between my tits." Not waiting an instant I pushed my cock between her mounds of warm flesh and pressed them together. Sliding my cock out and back we both groaned from the sensation. After a few pulses I slammed hard using my weight to press her tits together. She gasped and I slammed home again. Her tits were so smooth and soft my cock slid between them as if it were meant to be there. Meanwhile Jennifer was almost hyperventilating from both my thrusts and the brush still pressed against her clit. "Now that's a good girl." I paused in my thrusting and pulled the clips off pulling her nipples with them until they snapped off and Jennifer yelped at the sudden release. "Mmmh, now I told you not to scream and since your being such a good girl lick the pre cum of my dick and we'll forget this little incident ever happened." "Don't make me do that. Just hold my tits, they feel so good around your cock." I put my cock back between her tits and positioned my tip right up near her face. I grabbed her nipples again. "I agree they do feel very good but there is still pre-cum on my dick and I want you to have it. You tasted so very good; you never know you might like it. And besides," I said while twisting her nipples, "you don't have much of an option." Jennifer strained and bit her lip as I twisted her tender nipples. The brush was still buzzing on her pussy and she looked pleadingly back at me one last time. I responded by thrusting slightly and twisting her nipples a little more. She winced and turned and put her tongue out and licked the underside of my tip. She licked very cautiously at first but feeling my grip loosen, as I was lost in the pleasure she licked more confidently. Soon my head was clean and she pulled back. "There its gone, now can I please go these bindings are so constricting." "It seems you still don't understand how this works. But as long as you don't scream it will be alright." "I'm not gonna scream just let me go and it will be..." I smacked her pussy with the back scratcher. Fine if she didn't think she would scream then I thought it was time for some more fun with clips. Moving to her right I smacked her pussy again and shut off the brush. Grabbing the first string of clothespins I started to attach the pins on her left breast. Working my way down I attached four to her breast and kept going down her side pulling the skin up to put in the clip. Moving to the right I repeated the procedure on her right breast and side. Her entire chest was now covered in the little pins but she kept quiet. I grabbed the brush again and turned it on pressing it to her clit. Leaning down I pushed my tongue into her pussy and swirled it around as the brush vibrated her clit. She moaned and her pussy clenched but she remained quiet. Sitting back up I reached for the pins I had tossed aside that were previously on her nipples. Pulling her pussy lips apart I brought the first clip up and clamped it on the left side of her pussy right next to her clit. She bucked and moaned as I attached the clip. Attaching the second clip to the other side further exposing her clit her eyes started to water. "You're a tough little girl aren't you? You like having all these clips on you. I guess I'll have to find something better for your nipples cause I'm out of clothespins." Jennifer whimpered again but otherwise continued to remain silent. She was now involuntarily shaking from the brush on her clit and all the pins shook with each jolt. Taking the chopsticks from before I broke each in half, then using two halves I one end using tape. Once attached at one end I put it on her nipple and squeezed it together sliding on a tape ring on the end. By sliding the tape closer I could pinch harder than any of the clips. I reached over and attached the second clamp and as I finished Jennifer blurted out: "Alright I get it, it hurts a lot. And my pussy is on fire. But you can't make me scream, please I have played your little fantasy just let me go." Oh Jennifer, I thought, how wrong you were. Moving myself to over her head I looked down over her body. Wrapping the string around my hand I braced and yanked as hard as I could pulling all the clips on her right side off at once. Jennifer responded by screaming and bucking, as I'm sure she came. My cock twitched as I watched her body shake from secondary orgasms, the right side of her chest red where the clips were torn off. "My little cum slut I told you not to scream, or I'd have to make sure you couldn't. We don't want to wake any of the neighbors up." Tears steaming from her eyes she looked up at me, "Please stop. I'm sorry, I couldn't help it, it was too much. Just let me go, please just take these things off." "Take them off you say?" Her eyes went wide as I braced and tore off the left clips. She screamed again and her body rocked from the force of her sensations. "I just told you not to do that, and you did right away. I guess we'll have to keep you from doing that." I grabbed her jaw and too weak to fight it she opened her mouth. "Now suck my cock." Weakly she licked the tip and grabbed the head with her lips. From my gentle pressure she sucked the cock into her mouth. "That's right take my cock in your mouth. Suck it in. Deeper." Pushing hard I forced my cock a little deeper in her mouth. After not too long she moaned and tried to pull off my cock. I pulled out and she gasped gulping air down stands of saliva still attached to my cock. After a few seconds to let her catch her breath I forced my cock back in her mouth. "That's right take all, open up and feel my cock on your throat." At first her mouth constricted but as I slid the tape closer to her nipple, tightening the makeshift clamp, she opened up. Again I pulled out to let her breathe and then forced it back in, all the way this time letting my balls rest on her beautiful face. She started to gag and her head and throat shook on my cock. I reached down and tits causing her to twitch as the chopsticks moved. "Hold it, hold it, this feels so very good. Ahhh." After a few more seconds I pulled out and bent down and I pushed my face on her pussy and tongued it. She gasped in surprise and I took the opportunity to drive back into her mouth. This time I stayed shallower and fucked her face as I devoured her pussy. I gripped her ass and pulled her pussy into my face. My cock felt so good in her throat and her pussy tasted oh so very good. I could feel myself getting close and I drove my fingers into her pussy. "Oh my god. This is amazing. Stick your tongue out, I want to feel your tongue on my balls." Amazingly she managed to get her tongue out and massaged my dick with it as I went in and out of her face my balls just tapping it with each thrust. Her pussy was warm and dripping and I knew she was getting close too. I could feel my balls tightening, but I held on for a long as I could, savoring every second of her dripping holes. Unable to hold back any longer I exploded into her throat, pushing in all the way. This set off her too and her body started to shake again. I gripped her and pulled her close to me my cock still buried in her throat and was in a state of euphoria was she gagged and shook around my cock, which was even more sensitive having just cum. After her orgasm finally died out I pulled my cock out of her mouth and rolled back so my head was next to hers. For the next couple minutes she panted face slightly blue from the lack of oxygen. I again buried my self in her hair and hugged her body my cock pressed up against her side. "Wow, that actually was amazing. You cock was so big in my mouth, and your cum inside me like that. It made me cum so hard. Are you just going to toy with me or are you actually going to fuck me. I've been laying here naked and you have had your cock all over me. You can't just leave me hanging like this." I'm glad she could not see my face when she said this; my childish glee at her request to fuck her was impossible to contain. It was my eventual goal of course to fuck her but I had not even though to hope after tying her down and putting her through all this she would ask for it so willingly. I climbed up and got between her legs rubbing my cock on her still dripping pussy. "Well since you asked so nicely, I'll see what I can do." Not waiting to go slow I pushed my cock into her and held it all the way in. "Ahhhah," she cried out, "its so big, your fingers didn't open me up like this." Her pussy was so tight around my cock and as I slid out of her I could not belive how good it felt. I started to thrust in and out of her and watched her tits as they rippled from the impacts. "Its...so...good," she stammered between thrusts, "fuck me...faster" Gripping her hips I started to piston in and out her body covered in sheen of sweat, tits now bouncing wildly. After a couple of minutes I had to look away from her, it was just too good. She was so beautiful, and still helpless to my fucking her. And I could just keep this up as long as I wanted, she was all mine. "Harder, harder, fuck me until I can't think anymore. Oh my god!!" "Oh my GOD! Your body is so freaking hot. You're going to make me cum." "Wait, no. Don't cum in me! Please you don't have a condom or anything. Don't cum inside me or I will scream. Just cum on my tits or face. Please, please don't cum in my pussy." "If you're sure that's what you want." "Yes, yes it is oh thank you. Hey what are you doing? You're just going to let me go now?" As she was talking I pulled out of her pussy and moved so my cock was between her tits again and began to untie her the bindings on her hands. I took the rope and repositioned her and retied it so it held her arms to her sides. The right arm I positioned so her fingers could reach her pussy and the left so it was on her right breast. "No, I'm not done with you yet. I thought you might like to move your arms. Only catch is now you are going help me now." "What do you mean?" "Well you can start by playing with yourself. I want to feel you as you masturbate yourself." I resituated myself so I was right behind her and wrapped my hands around her pushing her hands her and began to massage them. "That's right, my little cum slut, rub yourself off." I gripped her left tit and pulled her to me. I kissed up the back of her neck. She moaned and her head rolled back but her hand kept moving on her pussy massaging it. It was probably very tender especially where the clips were. "You like it don't you, your nipples and pussy so tender from all this punishment. You can't wait to have me back in side you. Don't worry I have a solution to our problems. I'm sure you love it." Rather than respond verbally she rolled her head back and moaned. I kissed her hard holding her close to me cock throbbing on her naked body. Her breast squeezed in my hand and my other massaging her inner thigh. Her hands were still moving and as I slid my hand up to her crotch she twitched in my arms. "That's right, it sucks doesn't it having someone this close unable to do anything but wait." I slid my hand further into her crotch and circled her asshole. This time she shivered, whether from anticipation or fear I'm not certain. "So agonizingly close, you want it so bad and yet fear the repercussions." Pressing my finger on her hole my finger slid into her ass, lubed up from her dripping pussy. She froze in my arms, but I waited until her body relaxed massaging her tit and willing her to loosen with my kiss. "But just like me it's happening. All this anticipation and the big finale is in sight." Pushing two fingers in I felt her winch, but her hand started to move again. Her body was on fire and as I continued to stretch her ass she started to breathe heavier and heavier. She now had her two middle fingers in her pussy palm up against her clit and was rocking with the motion of our fingers. I couldn't wait any longer and I lifted her up so the tip of my cock was positioned against her asshole. "Wait, please I need more time. We can do this just not yet, I don't want too." "I'm done waiting for you, its clear to me we both want this and your really in no position to argue. Oh and this time I do expect you to scream." Letting go, her body fall on my cock I drove up into her ass. It was so tight; my cock all the way into her ass was almost unable to get blood flow. I could feel every artery as my heart attempted to push blood through. "Ahhhhhhhh. Fuck you. Your so fucking big, you're going to tear my ass in half. Stop it, it is too much." "And knows the part where you help me. See you're going to cum for me." "I won't cum for y..." Thrusting in her ass hard I said, "No you are going to cum for me, and you are going to rub yourself off while we fondle you and my cock is deep in your ass. Isn't that right?" I rolled my hips a little and pulled hard on her nipples. She still refused to start rubbing again so I reached for the chopsticks. I placed it back on her nipple, the one not in reach of her hand and started to slide the tape in. About half way she submitted. "Please, not again my nipples are so sore. I'll do anything just take it off." "I told you to rub your self off, I want to feel as you cum in my arms with my cock in your ass." She started to move her fingers in and out of her pussy. "See now that wasn't so bad." I slid the tape tighter on her nipple. "Stop I'm going, I'm going." I slid the tape a little more, now almost all the way down her nipple was turning purple. "Oh I know, and I approve. You have no idea how long I've waited for this. Your nipple is just a reminder, at least for the present." Jennifer was now biting her lip but her fingers were still moving, slightly faster now. Her other hand she was squeezing her nipple. Her ass was so tight around my cock; I held her to me and closed my eyes as she started to warm-up once again. "You dirty little cum slut. You like my cock so deep in you. You feel every pulse, you want more, you want me to fuck you. You want me to pound your ass, while you play with your clit. You want this as bad as me, you're so hot right now you might even want it more." Pushed a Little Too Far She keep breathing faster, her fingers flying in and out, her other nipple now turning purple as she pulled on it. Her ass was now convulsing on my cock and I knew her pussy was too. Just as she started to positively pant I grabbed her hand and pulled it from her pussy. "Aragh. Give it back." "Why? I though you didn't want this." "Yes, yes I want it just give it back I'm so close," she whimpered. "What is it you want exactly?" "I want to cum, god damn it. Why are you doing this I thought you..." "How do you want to cum? "I want to cum with you in my ass." "So you like my cock in your ass? "Aragh. Yes, yes I love your cock in my ass. It so big, I can feel every pulse. I have wanted it forever, but I just couldn't, it's so wrong. But it feels so fucking good, I want you to pound me with it, make my pussy spray cum with your giant cock I can't take anymore of this teasing. "That's a good girl, now cum for me and then I'll fuck you." With that I let her hand go and pulled off the clothespin. She whimpered and panted as I pulled on and played with her nipple. All the sensation magnified as blood and feeling returned. Her pussy made wet slapping sounds as she moved her hand in and out. I took my free hand and grabbed her neck, pulling her hair into my face and inhaling the scent. Her air restricted, nipple on fire, pussy being attacked, and ass tight with my cock inside her Jennifer was nearing the edge. Then she hit it. Her mouth opened wide but no sound came out. Her body started to positively shake with the force of this orgasm. Her back arched and her hips bucked, slamming my cock as they did so, this pushed her even higher. I clung to her body one hand over her tits, one around her waist. Rather than let her down, I countered her bucks with thrusts of my own. Her ass was shaking and tighter than ever, but my cock pounded it. "OH MY GOD! Fuck me, harder, harder. Slam that cock into me." "That's right take it you know you want it." "Yes, yes fuck me. Its...so...fucking...good" Her body rippled with the force of my impacts. Her tits bouncing even in the holds of our hands. She again was fingering herself and still crying out. I was nearing the edge myself and there was no holding back this time. "Oh my god cum in me I want it, I want it all. Fill my ass with your cum. I want to feel you cum inside me again." I was only too eager to fill this request and after watching her beautiful body a few more seconds in the mirror as I fucked her ass I came. I came harder than I even had before, still slamming into her ass my body shook as I let myself go. Jennifer started to cum again herself as I emptied myself in her but I was almost beyond recognition. I thrust as may times as I could but eventually collapsed dick growing limp in her ass as I held her body to me. She was mine, all mine I had her tied here, dick in her ass, and I just felt her cum untold times before I came in her. For several minutes we lay there panting enjoying the afterglow what just happened. After a long time Jennifer spoke up. "Umm, so now what happens?" I thought for a second and then got out from under her, and moved to her ankles. "I guess I untie you," and I loosened her left ankle and brought the slightly bruised ankle to my mouth and kissed it, "provided you stay right here. I have no intention of letting you leave tonight, you are far too comfortable to sleep with and besides your clothes are cut to ribbons." Once I finished untying her she pulled herself close tits pressing against me, "and in the morning?" "I think a cool down of sorts is in order, time to practice different positions..." "Shut up and kiss me already." I kissed her and we fell back to the bed and pulled the blamange back over us. Her body was warm and soft in my arms, her hair still so sweet. Soon we both fell asleep. Pushed Past My Comfort Zone My name is Steve Moore and I've been happily married to my wife Kate for almost two years; well I was until last month anyway. This was Kate's first marriage but it was my second. My first marriage ended when I found my wife, Ann, screwing around with one of my now ex-friends, Kenny. My dad always told me, that if you treat your wife like a queen, she would never stray; ya right. I treated Ann like the sun and the moon rose and set in the center of her ass, but she still cheated on me anyway. The worst part about it, I never saw it coming. The girl's night outs, the sexy clothes she purchased, supposedly for me, and the decrease in affection, should have all been eye openers; but I guess I was just too dumb and in love to see what was actually happening. It wasn't until my best friend, Tim, pulled me aside and told me that Ann was cheating on me that I put two and two together. "Steve, everyone knows about Kenny and Ann but you. Some of your friends think, you all ready know about the two of them, and are too big a wimp to do anything about it. I've told them no, but your reputation is sinking fast good buddy," Tim told me. I was stunned and didn't believe it at first. "There's no way Ann's cheating on me, she loves me too much," I told him. But after four beers, and recalling some of the events of the past six months, I started to wonder even myself. I'm a lightweight drinker and after five beers, Tim had to drive me home. "Don't do anything stupid," he cautioned me as he dropped me off. "You're in no condition to get into it with her tonight; wait until tomorrow morning and then tell her you know everything and see what she says," he instructed. Shit, I was in no shape to even walk, much less ask Ann about why she was screwing around on me. Tim layed me on the living room couch, and that's where I woke up the following morning, with a splitting headache, thank you very much. After brushing my skuzzy teeth, taking a long, cold, shower; I was ready to confront Ann. "What do you mean, so what?" I said. "Don't you even feel bad for cheating on me?" I screamed. "You were working all the time and I got lonely," she replied. "Kenny was always coming over, and one thing led to another one night; that's all." "What do you mean one thing led to another? Didn't you once say to yourself, I'm a married women and I shouldn't be doing this; especially with one of my husbands best friends?" I shouted. "You weren't suppose to find out, but then Kenny started coming over all the time and we got careless; I guess that's how the word got out. If you want, I'll stop seeing him and we can go back to the way it was before," she said, like she was talking to a little kid. "Ann, it'll never be like it was before," I told her. "Hell, I don't even like you right now," I said getting up and walking to our bedroom. "Look, it was an accident that's all. I still love you, and I sure as hell know you love me," she said smiling. "We can work through this, hell, we'll probably have a stronger marriage because of it," she tried to tell me. I just sat there looking at her in total amazement; she didn't have a clue what was going on. "Shit Ann, why don't we just have a three way; with you, me and Kenny? This way you could make a complete cuckold out of me," I said mocking her. "You don't have to get so sarcastic," Ann, said almost annoyed with me. At this moment, it took all my strength not to strangle her. My marriage was in the toilet and my beloved wife didn't seem to even care; no tears, no begging to change, nothing. Over the next two hours I packed up my clothes, everything of value, and loaded my van; all the while listening to Ann go on and on about how much she loved me. "You really are one dumb bitch Ann. Do you really think I'd take you back after what you've done? Do I have stupid tattooed across my forehead," I asked her. "Have a good life, I hope you, Kenny, and his wife are happy;" yes, Kenny was married. In three months I was single again, but told myself it would be a cold day in hell before I ever got married again; but then I met Kate. It wasn't love at first sight, more like a firm dislike of each other. She was a friend of a friend and I thought she was arrogant as hell. "The way she struts around, you'd think she was God's gift to men," I told Tim. "She's my wife's best friend so I put up with her, but you're right; she does thinks her shit doesn't stink," Tim said with a laugh. "I guess you don't want to double date on Saturday night then?" he asked. "You know I love you and Carol to death, but miss high and mighty and I will never, ever, be a couple; so please tell Carol to stop her match making," I told him. "But, if you want to go some where Saturday, and she just happens to comes along, well then I could probably handle that." Dinner was ok and the club the girls wanted to go to was new, but in a seedy part of town. The only table that was available was towards the back, and after getting settled, Tim and I went for drinks. Because the place was so packed, it took about twenty minutes for us to get the drinks. When we came back to our table, we saw that Carol and Kate were talking to two, very large, white guys. "Hey buddy that's my seat," I told the first one as I put our drinks on the table. "Your name's not on this chair," he said looking at the back of it. "Look, I'm not looking for trouble, but these ladies are with us, so why don't you just push off," I told them. "Why don't we let the ladies decide," he replied. Carol told the guy next to her that Tim was her husband and he gave up his chair willingly. The other smart-ass guy waited for Kate to speak up. Taking her silence as an acceptance, he became a real prick. "I guess the lady isn't satisfied with you, so why don't you move along and let us get to know each other a lot better," he said now facing Kate. "Dick head I'm done being nice, move your ass before I move it for you," I said moving up to his face. He must have out weighed me by thirty pounds, and was at least four inches taller than me, but the one thing I remembered from boot camp was, being in close levels the playing field; especially when the guys bigger than you. I thought he was just going to push me back but he decided to try and throw a haymaker; what an idiot. I ducked, stomped down on the top of his foot and drove my knee into his groin as hard as I could. He dropped like a rock. His buddy looked at me, like he was going to try something, that's when the bouncer came over. Within two minutes, all six of us were outside the club. "Thanks Kate, thank you very fucking much," I said walking out to the parking lot as Tim yelled for me to stop. "Take your wife and the bitch home," I replied. "I've had enough fun for one night." "Kate's sorry," Tim, said a couple of days later. "She never thought the guy would take it that far," she told Carol. "Believe it or not, Kate was trying to make you jealous," he said with a laugh. "Jealous, jealous," I fumed. "The bitch almost got my ass kicked," I yelled. "What's she going to do for an on core; get me shot? No thank you, I love my hide and don't need her kind of trouble," I told Tim. Carol left me alone after that, or should I say, Tim made sure she left me alone. We all went out as a group and even Kate joined us once in a while. I'd simmered down and accepted her apology, and even danced with her once in a while; that's when it started again. In the last four months I'd probably gone out with over ten women. At thirty- one, I must have been a real catch because I was decent looking and had a steady job; a good combination. The women I met were either, separated, divorced, professional women that had waited too long and wanted a baby or stuck up bitches that were full of themselves. Whatever the reason, I was getting real tired of the dating scene. We were at one of the many Atlanta clubs when I spied a hot looking blonde moving towards our table. "Hey honey," I said in my sexiest voice, "You want to dance?" With the most indigent look I'd ever seen, she replied, "I don't think so." "Well that's all right, I'd rather take a piss than dance with a stuck up bitch like you anyway," I said in a loud enough voice that could be heard by all the tables around us. I was smiling and talking to Tim and didn't even see the slap coming; but I sure as hell felt it when it connected. I could feel the heat generating on my cheek, as she was getting ready to haul off and slap me again. The next thing I knew, she was sitting on the floor with Kate standing over her. "He said you weren't worth it bitch, what about that don't you understand?" Kate spat at her as the tables around us cheered. Just like before, we found ourselves on the outside looking in; but this time it was worth it. "Nice punch Kate, I'm sorry I missed it," I told her. "I guess I owed you that, because of the last time," she told me. "Oh well, she was such a bitch and needed to be taken down a notch or two anyway," she told us. "How about breakfast at Denny's?" Tim and Carol begged off but I told her I was game. That night I got to know Kate a whole lot better. "Right there, not so rough, just use the tip of your tongue," she instructed me as I ate her shaved pussy. "Oh God, this feels so good," she said as she moved my head around and told me where she wanted my attention. "Oh yes, yes," she screamed as I sucked on her clit and shoved a finger deep into her cunt. I hung on for dear life as Kate almost bucked me off her, as she climaxed. "Thanks, I needed that, it's been way too long since anyone's done that to me," she said as she pulled my lips to hers. "If I would have known you were that good of a pussy eater, I would have jumped your bones months ago," she said kissing and licking my lips. "Now lay back and get ready for the best blowjob you'll ever have," Kate said pushing me back against the headboard. As the phrase goes, "there's no such thing as a bad blowjob." I'd had some marginal ones lately, but Kate took cock sucking to a whole new level. She must have worked on me for over thirty minutes before she would let me cum; and I do mean let me cum. She licked and sucked my dick until I was about to explode, then giving it a hard squeeze she'd tell me, "oh no, not yet mister," and as she waited for my dick to subside, she licked the precum from the head. "You're going to have to beg me before I'm going to let you cum," Kate said as she licked the underside of my dick from my balls to the tip of my now purple head. She worked it all; my nuts, the shaft, the head and even went so far as to ream me, before I finally exploded into her mouth as she drained and swallowed me. "I hope you don't think you're done yet," she said with a wicked smile, driving her tongue deep into my throat. "I still want you inside of me tonight," she said throwing a leg over the top me. Where I got the strength I'll never know, but we screwed all night long. She got me off at least twice more, and from the sounds Kate was making, I know she climaxed at least four more times herself. So after that night, we became an item, at least for a while anyway. Nothing was off limits when it came to sex with Kate. I thought I was adventuresome, but I couldn't hold a candle to her. She loved to do it outside and if people could see, all the better. We did it in the park under a blanket, at the beach on a blanket, in a booth at one of the dance clubs and in the hot tub at Tim and Carols; no place was sacred. The only problem I saw was that she really, I mean really got off, if there was chance of us getting caught. We were at her companies Christmas party when, after a few drinks, she wanted to do it, in the upstairs bathroom on the counter. Everything was going great until some strange women walked in. "Shit, Kate had forgotten to lock the door; or did she?" was the first thing that came to mind. The tall blonde just looked at us, and moved over to the toilet. Pulling up her dress, she dropped her panties and casually took a piss. I had stopped pumping when she walked in, but Kate yelled at me to keep going because she was close to cumming. This was madness, but I was close to, so I just ignored her and kept slamming away. It was then that I knew it was a setup. The blonde took her panties, shoved them into Kate's mouth and stood next to her with her legs spread. Kate then proceeded to finger fuck her as she leaned over the counter, while I just stood there in amazement. Here I was, banging my girl friend as she got another girl off with her fingers. I think we all got off pretty much at the same time. Kate pulled the panties out of her mouth, gave the blonde a full lip kiss, with tongue, and then proceeded to clean up my dick with her lips and tongue. That was the first of four, FFM, three somes we had over the next two months. I never knew when they were going to happen, and I was never allowed to touch the other girl; only Kate. It was only after one of these sessions, did we have our first of many disagreements, when it came to sex. "No, no, no," I said out loud as we came out of the shower. "That's pushing me way past my comfort zone," I told her. "But how do you know you won't like it unless we try," she replied. "I've had a couple of, MMF, three somes, and one got pretty wild," Kate told me. "Look, I've gone along with your bi side and let you have a girl once in a while, even though I'm not crazy about it, but another guy; no way I'm going to share you like that." "Well, it's my body, and if I want another guy, I should be able to have one," she said in an indignant tone. "Babes, you can have two, three or ten guys if you want; it just won't be with me," I said getting dressed. "And besides, why do you want me to share you; don't I satisfy you anymore?" I asked. "You ring my chimes every time, but I like variety also," she said like she thought nothing of what she was asking. "I guess, then maybe I'll have to find a girl or two for myself," I said putting on my shoes pushing the issue. This conversation was going nowhere fast. We were both digging in our heels and pushing the other further and further away with each statement. "Maybe you should get a few other women to help you out, maybe then I won't have to keep teaching you, what to do anymore," Kate said sarcastically. That was a kill shot if there ever was one; and Kate knew it. She tried to back track, but Steve was already out the door. There are two things you don't joke about with your man, the size of his dick and how good he is in bed. It was two weeks before she could even get Steve to answer his phone. "I'm sorry, my mouth got ahead of my brain hon, I didn't mean any of it," she told me. Kate wasn't ready for the next salvo though. "I've been thinking Kate, maybe we need a break from each other, you know, just to see where we want this relationship to go," I told her. "I don't want a break Steve, I love you." She screamed into the phone. "What if I told you, that it would be just you and me from now on; no other additional surprises, as you call them, what would you say to that?' I asked. Kate paused way too long before she started to answer. "That's what I thought," I told her. "Let's take a two month break, and then see if and when we want to continue with each other. Take care Kate and maybe I'll see you around," I said before hanging up. "Shit, shit, double shit," Kate screamed. "I screwed up big time," she thought to herself. "How in the hell do I get him back now?" "No way, no how," Tim told Carol. "Kate screwed up and now she wants me to bail her ass out; not going to happen. Steve said he needed space, and that's what we're going to give him; understand?" he said looking at his wife. "Kate pushed him too far and when he said no, she got pissed. What would you do Carol, if I told you I wanted a three some, with you and another women?" Tim asked. "Well you'd never do that," she replied. "Well what if I did?" Tim asked. "I'd tell you to take a hike buster, there is only going to be one women in this bedroom," she told me. "See what I mean?" "Now back off and let the two of them work it out." The first two weeks were hard for me, but I lived. Work kept me sane and my buddies filled my evenings. Four weeks later I was with Don, Tim and his brother Bob at a downtown club when I watched Kate walk in with another guy. She didn't see me but I couldn't take my eyes off her. "You see her?" Tim asked. "Ya, I watched her walk in about five minutes ago," I replied. "Who's the guy?" I asked. "Carol says it's someone she works with," Tim said. "Well, neither one of us said the other couldn't date, we don't own each other, as Kate so eloquently reminded me the last time I saw her," I told Tim. "Maybe I just might dance with a few of the ladies tonight, and see how she likes it," and that's just what I did. I looked for the hottest and the most slutty ones I could find; and there were a lot of them. I bumped and dirty danced with everyone who accepted my invitation. I was slow dancing with one of the hottest chicks in the place when I felt someone tap me on the shoulder. "Mind if I cut in?" Kate said as she slipped in between me and the hot blonde. "Her tits are fake and she's engaged if you're interested," she told me. "How you been Steve?" "Not bad, you know, just hanging in there," I told her. "I really miss you," she said pulling me in even tighter. "I heard you've got a new bed partner," I said motioning over to her date that was now standing up watching us. "He's just a co-worker, no bed partner; not yet anyway," she told me. "You want to go out to dinner tomorrow night?" "I've got plans with my parents, so I'm going to have to pass on that Kate," I told her. "Your loss," she said ending the dance. "By the way, your dancing with other women isn't making me jealous, now if you take them to bed; that might piss me off though," Kate said as she walked away. At eight weeks I found Kate planted on my doorstep. "Well, what's it going to be?" she asked. "Together or apart?" "I'd like together, but just the two of us," I replied. "No more three somes and certainly no other guys; can you handle it?" "I can handle it, if you can handle me," she said with a laugh. "I've got a huge sexual appetite that needs to be fed; let's see if you're up to the task," Kate said to me as she jumped into my arms kissing me. That day Kate and I became an exclusive couple and she tried her best to kill me with sex. "Go slow," she cautioned me as I eased into her. "It's been a long time since I've had anyone back there," she said with a laugh. It took me about five minutes but I finally got my dick totally in her ass. I started moving in and out slowly, all the while reaching around to play with her clit, as Kate started moaning. "I told you, you'd like it," she said as I increased my tempo. "Don't worry hon, you're not going to hurt me," Kate said as she told me to, "don't play with it, just fuck it." "This is what it must be like to have a 16 year old virgin," I thought to myself as I was now screwing her for all it was worth. I wanted it to last forever, but I made only four minutes before I filled her bowels with a scream. "Damm that was something else," I told her as I pulled out. "Lets take a shower and get cleaned up before you take care of me," she said as she dragged me into the bathroom. "I don't mind doing it that way, but I like my pussy being taken care of a lot more," Kate told me as she washed my now limp and tender dick. That weekend, I asked Kate to marry me; and she accepted before I even got all the words out of my mouth. "If I'd known, it would take only a little ass play to get you to ask me to marry you, we would have done it months and months ago," she said kissing me. Pushed Past My Comfort Zone It was a small wedding, with only family and a few close friends, after which we went on a seven-day honeymoon, cruise to the Caribbean. On the second day, I jokingly told Kate we needed to eventually leave the cabin so the steward could at least change the sheets. Everyone greeted us at dinner that night. The big joke was that the newlyweds finally decided to leave their cabin for some nourishment. We were with a lot of youngish couples and all but one of the four were married. After that night, we hung out as a group and went to the clubs and shows together. The girls would gather around and talk about us guys, while we drank, gambled and watched the eye candy walk by. At the clubs we all danced but most of us guys petered out well before midnight. I loved to watch Kate dance as she gracefully floated around on the floor. Every once in a while some guy would ask her to dance, but she always showed them her wedding ring. She did however; seem to dance with one of the wife's more than the others. Jean was about 5'8" and was built like a fashion model; thin and without hardly any boobs. She had beautiful long red hair and it seemed she was always swishing it this way or that. One evening I noticed Kate whisper something to Jean and they both laughed looking at me. That's the night I found out that Larry and Jean lived just 45 minutes South of us; hell, we were almost neighbors. By 1:30 am I was bone tired and was ready for bed. "Let's call it a night babes," I told Kate. "If you don't mind, Jean and I are going to take a few laps around the deck; I'll meet you in bed when we're done," she said giving me a peck on the lips. "Go for it girl, but don't wait too long; because I'm beat." Sometime during the night, Kate slipped into the bed beside me and fell asleep. I didn't notice her until about 6:00 am when I woke up. "What time did you get in?" I asked. "About 3:00 am, now leave me alone and let's go back to sleep," she said grabbing for me. "I'm going to hit the gym before breakfast, see you back here about 9:00," I said as I kissed her before leaving. Talk about mung mouth, Kate really had bad breath this morning. The six of us met for breakfast and we spent the last two days of the cruise partying with them. On the last day we exchanged phone numbers and e-mail addresses before leaving; then it was back to the real world. We saw Larry and Jean about once a month for dinner, and Kate and Jean found plenty of time to meet and go shopping together. "I really like Jean, she's almost like the sister I never had," Kate told me one night. After about six months, Carol, Jean and Kate started doing girls night every Thursday. You know how, when things change so gradually over time, that you almost miss them? That's how my love life started to decrease. When we first got married, if I refuse to have sex with Kate, she'd pout until I relented. Then we moved to the point if I was too tired from work, she'd just kiss me and we'd fall asleep. Finally she stopped asking and it was me, who became the aggressor; that was a real switch. However, when we did make love, Kate was always trying to be the person in charge of the session. It was almost two years to the month, after the cruise, when I started putting two and two and two together and was getting three. It was close to 1:00 am, and Larry, Tim and myself were sitting at our table watching the girls dancing by themselves. "I don't know about you two, but I'm beat and ready to blow this place," Larry piped up. "Me too," Tim added. "I've got to sneak into the office tomorrow and finish up some paperwork for a case hitting Monday." We motioned the girls back to the table and told them we wanted to call it a night. They complained that the night was still young and they didn't want to leave just yet. "Serves us right ladies for marrying a bunch of old men," Kate said with a laugh. Reluctantly, we packed up and headed for the door. That night Kate was all over me. "Don't you dare tell me no tonight," she warned, "or I'll rape your ass tonight," she said ripping off her clothes. "What made you so hot tonight?" I asked feeling her soaked pussy. "Dancing, dancing all ways gets me hot," she informed me. "But hon, you weren't dancing with me much tonight," I replied. "I know that, but you never took your eyes off me all night; it was like you were undressing me with your eyes," Kate said as she started giving me one of her fantastic blowjobs. Who was I to argue as she licked and slurped me into submission; but something didn't seem just right. She was getting ready Thursday night to go out when I snuck up behind her. "If you skip tonight, I'll make it worth your while," I said grabbing her around the waist. "No can do, I'm driving tonight and Jean is going to be here any minute," Kate told me. "Maybe I should go with you guys tonight?" I replied. "Girls night, understand, only girls," she said putting on a short black skirt. "So, unless you grew a pussy last night, no way Jose; as they say in Mexico." "Well don't be too late tonight, I miss you when you're gone," I said in my best pouting voice. "Just make sure your up and ready when I get home tonight," she said slapping my ass. "Momma's going to need loving and lots of it," she told me. Twenty minutes later, Jean and Kate were out the door and on their way to pick up Carol. And me? I was dressed and out the door following them to the club. As I said, something just didn't feel right, and though I thought Kate would never cheat on me, I had to get that vision out of my brain. Thank God they went to a big club so I could blend in with the crowd. I found a seat on the other side of the bar, where I could see both the dance floor and their table. It was pretty boring for the first couple of hours. They all danced together and turned down every guy flat that asked them to dance; and there were a lot of them. At a little after 11:00 I was getting ready to leave when something caught my eye. Instead of just the three girls, there was now five and all dirty dancing with each other. What a sight, five hot babes bumping and grinding with each other; and I wasn't the only one watching either. Most of the single guys were getting hard just watching them, but when they took it to the next level I stopped dead in my tracks. Carol was rubbing her self on Jean's back as she had her arms around Kate's waist, and was pulling her in tight. For a second, I wished I was where Jean was now; in between Kate and Carol. That's right, me as the filling in a female sandwich; sounded yummy. This went on for about twenty minutes more before they grabbed their stuff and left the club; with me right behind them. They drove around for another ten minutes before pulling into the Motel 6 parking lot. They all got out, went to room 125 and walked in. "What the hell? Why are they checking into a motel room? Was Jean spending the weekend? No, if she was, she'd be staying with either Carol or us," I thought to myself. There wasn't another car any where near the room, but something was up. Five minutes later I got out of my car and walked over to the room. "All right Sherlock, what the hell are you going to do now; knock on the door?" I said to myself as I put my back up against the wall. "They find out I'm spying on them, I'm dead meat; but I need to know who else is there," I told myself as I tried to look through the window. I only saw the three girls and they were almost all undressed now and looking through what looked like overnight bags. When I saw what they pulled out, I had my answer. Quietly I went back to my car and drove back home. "Same story, different date and channel," I said to myself as I pack a suitcase finishing the last of my Corona. I was sitting on the couch, completely dressed, when Kate walked through the front door. "Hey babes, strip, we've got a lot of love making ahead of us tonight," she said with a laugh. "Haven't you had enough tonight already," I said in a deadpan voice. "What are you talking about hon?" she said as she started to unzip her skirt. "Motel 6, how fucking long has it been going on Kate?" I said in a loud voice. "I finally realized now, that you had Jean that night on the cruise, but how long have you and Carol been lovers?" "It's not what you think Steve, really," is all she got out before I stopped her. "Kate, I saw you with the dildo strapped on you, as you started kissing Carol; how long God dammit?" I yelled. Kate slumped into the chair and started to cry. "Eight years," is all she said. "Does Tim know?" "I'm not sure, Carol thinks he suspects something, but she keeps him satisfied so he's happy." "Ya right; dumb and happy; isn't that what you women call it?" I said in a sarcastic tone. "So everyone's playing everyone else, and the dumb husbands are waiting for their faithful wife's to come home to them, horny every Thursday night. I hope it was worth it," I told her. "Was I just for show or did you love me like you would a dog or cat," I asked. "I love you, I really do, and it's just that I love Carol too." "And now Jean also?" I spat at her. "Kate you make me sick. You knew about my past, and still you made me fall in love with you, fully knowing you were going to cheat on me; that's even lower than what Ann and Kenny did to me." Kate was now crying telling me how much she loved me and that she hadn't been with another man since before we got married; but she never said anything about women. It's tough losing a woman to another guy, but that's something you can live with. But it was like someone drove a stake through my heart knowing that I'd lost Kate to another women; then it dawned on me, I never had her. "I'll pick up the rest of my stuff this weekend and I'll start the paperwork tomorrow," I told her. "I don't want a divorce, I know we can work through this," she pleaded with me. "Just give me sixty days to change your mind, that's all I ask." "And what's going to change in sixty days Kate?" "Are you going to become suddenly straight? Are you going to wipe out all the past incidents of your cheating? Tell me Kate, what are you going to change." She just sobbed louder as I walked out to my car and left. I got a room at the Motel 6, I wondered if their room was still available as I tossed and turned for the rest of the night. At 7:30 am, Tim called me. "Meet me at Denny's at 8:30, we need to talk," was all he said. After we sat down and ordered coffee he started in on me. "I know what you're going to say to me this morning; Carol and I've been at it all night. No I didn't know Kate was a lesbian, nor did I know that she and Kate have had this on again, off again love affair for the past seven years." "Eight years," I corrected him. "What ever," he told me. "I just wanted you to know I didn't sand bag you; that's all." "What are you going to do about Carol?" I asked. "Haven't a clue, its still too new and raw. I asked her why, but all she did was cry louder. I did asked her however if the kids were mine, and she got indignant and asked me how I could I even ask her such a question; can you believe it? Tim said with a frustrated laugh. "Do you think we should call Larry?" Tim said. "And tell him what, that our lesbian wife's have been screwing around with his wife for the last year and a half; not on your life," I told Tim. "It's not our place; Jean gets a bye from us on this one." "Steve, before you even ask, I can't represent you in your divorce, but here's the name of a sharp attorney if you need one," he said pushing a paper across the table. "It's not a women is it?" I asked. "No it's a retired friend that's always looking for a little side work," Tim said. "I hope this won't effect our friendship going forward good buddy?" "Naw, just don't invite me over to dinner or have Carol fix me up with anymore of her friends; ok?" I told him. The divorce went through without a hitch. We split up everything 50/50 and I came out with not much more than I went into the marriage with. I told everyone who asked, that it just didn't work out and left it at that. Tim is trying to make it work with Carol, with the stipulation that she never sees Kate again; I hope it works out for them. I see Kate around once in a while but we never talk, what would we say anyway? She's now openly a lesbian and probably a lot happier. Every once in a while, I wonder where I'd be right now if I hadn't followed Kate that night. She'd probably still be cheating on me, but at least I'd have the use of her fantastic lips and mouth; the girl could really suck cock. Pushed Too Far Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction – alas, there is a very true undertone to it. It is one of my nightmares from the early times, when I gathered my first experiences as a Domme. If you feel easily offended or disturbed by graphic violence do not read further. Besides that there is hardly any reference to sex in this story – so this piece of writing is not really meant to cause arousal. * * * * * Again – he had been teasing and tempting me. Again – he had said I wasn’t a true Domme but just playing the role to please him. Again – he had tried to force me to cross the threshold I was comfortable with in inflicting pain and humiliation. And again – he had not only given me reason but literally forced me into administering physical punishment. Unfortunately – I hadn’t much experience yet with controlling myself. Unfortunately – he had really believed he could control me. And unfortunately – he was very wrong. Even the moment I tied him to the beam above he was laughing, complying as if to mock me. I could tell by the glitter in his eyes he loved it – it was another of his attempts to make me inflict this physical pain he needed to achieve sexual relief. In the beginning it was as if the heavens had brought us together. He encouraged me to explore my dominant side, a side that I had always suspected to be there but that I carefully had kept hidden, thinking it was not very feminine. When he had noticed my dominant tendencies though he had found ways to solicit them out of me – and soon he had succeeded in making me like that strong and powerful side of me. Had I at first been reluctant to merely order him around, I soon had started to like his submissiveness. Starting to develop our own little rituals we had become close and he was happy – I thought. The newly added spice of bondage games and the experiments with bare handed spankings and hot candle wax seemed to lighten a sexual fire in him I had never thought possible. He seemed to be insatiable and more often than not he gave me reasons to administer some of my “punishments”. Over the time though his hunger for more pain and more humiliation became obvious, and although over time I felt rather comfortable in my dominant role there simply was a point I wasn’t ready to cross. Not even for him! That night though … I had done all for him I could, he had made me a Domme and now I wasn’t good enough? Who was he to tell me what was right and wrong? What I should and must do to please him? I was the one in control and he was supposed to be licking my boots, crawl at my feet and worship the ground I was walking on! The cuffs were fastened tight and secure around his ankles and the spreader bar pretty much rendered him immobile. A heavy rope attached to the rings in his leather wrist cuffs, and he was helplessly dangling from one of the old solid oak beams that criss-crossed our apartment. He sure was as helpless as he could be – but the impertinent grin was still on his face, his words burning in my ears – in my soul. So I was not hard enough? I couldn’t handle him? I was too weak? I wasn’t a Domme? I shouldn’t be allowed to play in the same league with the adults but return to my dolls? Without knowing what drove me I hit him, the back of my hand flat across his face. I had thought it would shut him up, but all he did was laugh – asking me if that was my best shot at him. But all of a sudden a sparkle had come to his eyes I remembered so well from the earlier days when just tying him up was sufficient to make his cock drool precum. Relentlessly he kept fanning the flames of red hot rage he had ignited in me and before I could catch a clear though his other cheek felt the stinging attention of the back of my hand – this time with a force I didn’t know I was even capable of. I felt the impact shake my whole body. The feverish glow in his eyes grew stronger – and I noticed his cock twitch as I almost spat harsh words back at him. I didn’t really care this time if the neighbours would hear or what anyone else would be thinking. I didn’t care about bruises and traces left for the world to see the next day – it was him and I on our little isolates island – it was him and I and I would teach him trying to force me to do things I didn’t want to do! Oh, little did I know back then! His nipple piercings caught the light, reflecting it like flares. My one had firmly taking a grip in his hair, my other pulling without tenderness or consideration on one of the delicate, plain stainless steel rings I locked my eyes with his. It was a battle of wills that moment, his or mine, I though, unaware that within a few heartbeats there was only my own will to fight … The pain I caused him forced his cock to eager attention; “Pain slut – that is what you are – a fucking damn masochist pain slut! And you are only using me – were using me all along .. but no more! Now let me see how much you can take that I can’t dish out!” I could hear the blood roar in my ears – and with it came a never known rush of strength and violence. He had asked for it, right? He had wanted it! Repeatedly! He had done everything to drive me over the edge! Repeatedly! Now he was going to taste his own medicine! Such were the thoughts that were hammering through my mind, again and again, like a Mantra, like a war chant. I never knew whether or not I was talking or if the scene had happened in silence. The next thing I knew was a blood red line crossing white flesh – as if I was a distant spectator looking at a piece of art, I was looking at the angry red welt that ran across his chest, spreading slowly, turning from the darker thin red line to white and then to a growing band of glowing red again. Where had that come from? I was looking at the crop in my hand in utter disbelieve. We never had used it to more than teasing, I had always refused to put it to its “original” use. I expected him to realize he had pushed me to far, hoping desperately he would utter our safe word – alas, I was mistaken. His cock was erect, the head of an angry purple, precum oozing from it and his eyes were closed, his face a picture of satisfaction; I couldn’t believe it. In a lucid moment I understood he was not "there" really, getting my confirmation a heartbeat later when he started to moan, begging me to hurt him, well – not me, but a Mistress I couldn’t see anywhere around. “Fuck! You want to feel pain? You sure can get it!” That ragged voice couldn’t have been mine, no way! I couldn’t stand his distorted face anymore. That wasn’t the man I loved, it was some demon possessing him – or me? Why did he want me to do those horrible things to him? I loved him, cared for him, for his well being. But all he did was ask for more pain. “Pain and pleasure – pain and pleasure – pain is pleasure – pain IS pleasure – my pain is my pleasure – my pain is your pleasure – your pain is my pleasure – Your pain is My pleasure!” The crop hit him – I never could have mustered that strength barehanded, I never thought I could muster that strength at all. Again – and again – desperately hoping to hear our safe word from his lips that seemed to pound in my head like an anchor that would hold me to sanity. It didn’t come. He had forced me to do those unspeakable things to him – he forced me to hurt him and even more myself. Now I would force him – force him to surrender, force him to say the word that would save the both of us. Determination – now a fever in myself – I would purge those demons from his soul, save him for the good of us. The black leather hit soft flesh again , his ass was covered with angry red welts already. He had to cry out our safe word – he had to! I would teach him to play with me, dare me, tease me. My arm was going limp – unnoticed tears were crusting my cheeks in a salty coat and the only sound filling the room was the distinct, unmistakeable sound of human flesh being mistreated and bruised. I couldn’t have stopped now – not if my life depended on it, not if his life had depended on it, at least not until he would save us both – and he didn’t. I was staring at his back, I felt my arm raise and come down again, this time though besides the before angry alarming read streak appeared an even darker shade of red. He was panting, growling – moaning … urging me on even. Like a wound up jumping jack my arm went up again – and fell – drawing more blood – only now I noticed what the darker spots were. I guess I screamed – pure sheer horror about what I was doing – what I had done, specially seeing him all of a sudden go all limp in his bonds and turn completely silent. I almost panicked, hurried to his front, expecting to see him unconscious, my mind racing at a million miles, jumping from “out of control” mode into “I can handle that situation” mode, running through my options of untying him without his cooperation and with his weight in the cuffs and pulling thus on the rope – alas, I was in for more shock. When I stood in front of him I was presented a heavy breathing, madly smiling and out of this world facial expression. Thick white globs that could not possibly be mistaken or misinterpreted were trickling from his cock. He had cum – from the pain, no touch , no teasing, no love, just pain – and I realized it hadn’t mattered if it was me … could have been everyone. “Ohhh god … “ it was more a grunt than coherent words “…that was great baby!” Great? For heaven’s sake – I was shattered, in tears, my heart and soul in shreds and rags and he thought it was great?! I couldn’t think straight, let alone speak – all I knew was I had to get out before … before … I didn’t know before what. All I knew was that I couldn’t stand the selfish, satisfied look on his face for even one more heartbeat. I undid the ties and all restraints, quickly, efficiently, in silence. He slumped to the ground and curled up in a foetal position, not really aware I guess about what was happening around him. I grabbed my jacket and the car keys and left – fled to be more precise. We split up soon after because I refused to ever touch that crop again. Reminder: This incident never happened - but it easily could have before I learned to control myself and my emotions. D/s is about trust - in the above case that trust has been abused, not by the Domme but by the sub - please be aware that BOTH are responsible for safe play to make it a rewarding experience for all parties participating. Pushed Too Far The internet is flooded with so many stories on the subject of middle aged women that want to find out about what it is like being with a well endowed man. My wife and I enjoy reading them and not long after we started reading them she asked me if I thought the stories were true. I am a married white man, 39 and I told her, and will now tell you, that cock size does matter to most women, and I learned this fact at a young age. After my wife and I have read so many of these stories, she too became interested in exploring the fantasy of being a ‘size queen.’ I related my true experience to her, and then one thing led to another and we did in fact bring another man into our bed, an old friend of mine. She urged me to write this story, so here goes. College years I went to a small high school and excelled in all sports and I was also a good student. My father died when I was in the 10th grade in a car accident. He had always wanted for me to attend the State University and play football for them, as he did. We lived in an upper middle class suburb and there were not that many black athletes in the school I attended. My senior year I was recruited by a couple of division 2, but not by any division 1 schools. I was told I was to slow and too small for major college football, even at 6’1” 200lbs. 4.9 speed in the 40. I was told that my position required at least 6’ 4”, 235lbs. and 4.6 or better in the 40. I continually stayed in contact with the coaches at the State University. They finally said that since I was a legacy I could join the team as a walk on. I could practice and maybe get to dress for some home games, but I would not play, would not travel with the team to away games, and would receive no scholarship, unless I earned it, and to they made it clear that the chances of that were slim. My father had left my mom well off financially, so paying for school was no problem and with mom’s blessings I decided to take my chances. Even if I didn’t make the team, I would get a great education. I learned a lot my freshman year. I didn’t get to have much of a social life trying to juggle academics and football practice. I didn’t even have time to get homesick. Seventy five to eighty percent of the team was black and it quickly became clear to me that first year that black men do indeed have larger cocks than white men. This is a fact, the proof was right in front of my eyes when taking showers. Now, a couple of white guys were also equipped nicely, but so many of the black guys were in a league of there own. Still, it never dawned on me that women would desire black men because of their large cocks. This was another lesson I would soon learn. Myself, I never realized a problem I had. When my dick is soft it is about 4 inches, which is not bad. But when I get hard it does not grow any, it gets hard, but is the same 4” in size and does not get much thicker. I would also learn that this would be a defect that I could do nothing about. ___________ Mid way through my sophomore year I was awarded a scholarship. My hard work ethic, heart, and desire won the coaches over. I knew I probably would never play in a game, but I had my own number and was now officially part of the team. I was so proud and knew my father would be too. With the scholarship I was now to live in an apartment complex just for football players. Since it was midway through the season I had to move in with a guy in a one bedroom apartment. I would be sleeping on the couch, but I sure didn’t mind. Matt was my new roommate. I had seen him at practice, but with 90 people on the team, I didn’t really know him. Even though he was only a sophomore he was a starter, tall, light skinned black, built like a Greek God….. and a great guy. We hit it off from the start and became good friends. In fact, we were a tight knit team and all of the guys accepted me into their “fraternity.” I would end up staying with Matt for the rest of the year, and learn a lot about the ways of the world. Since I was now ‘one of the guys’ I hung out with Matt and other players all the time. I had adjusted to the demands of school and sport and now had free time. One thing I learned quickly, college women love jocks. I would find out that getting laid is easy for football players. Another thing I learned, white women love to have sex with black men for obvious reasons, other than the fact that they are great athletes. The first week I stayed with Matt he had a different white woman almost every night, and these women were fine looking. It was the second week when I got my first taste of the spoils of being an athlete. I had met a very attractive girl at a party. When she found out I was on the football team she practically begged me to fuck her. I took her back to the apartment and we fucked on the sofa. I thought I was really giving it to her good and was proud of myself for delivering such a good pounding. Matt had gone to sleep early this particular night. We had lost the previous game, a game we should have won, and the first and second teams had been put through a brutal workout that afternoon. So this girl and I were asleep on the sofa about 2am when I heard Matt come out of his room. He walked by the sofa, went into the kitchen and opened the refrigerator door. He was naked and he had no idea I was with a woman. He took a bottle of milk and chugged some down right from the bottle. The light from the refrigerator was shining on his muscular body and showing off his huge cock as it curved over his sack and hung so magnificently halfway down his thigh. I raised my head up a bit to see if she was asleep. Her eyes were wide open, staring at Matt, she didn’t even blink. He put the milk back, closed the door and walked back to his room, still half asleep, never realizing he had an audience. I lay on the sofa wondering what she was thinking. After seeing Matt’s very large soft cock, what did she think of my rock hard 4 inches? I found out soon enough. About an hour later movement awaked me. She was getting off the sofa, trying to be quite and careful not to disturb me. She got up went to Matt’s door, slowly opened it, went in his room and quietly closed the door. I know he must have been surprised and I heard them whispering to each other. Then, about 5 minutes later, I could here her moaning. Matt was laying the lumber to her. It was easy to tell that she came a few times, she was loud and it was very evident she liked what he was giving her. She didn’t make a noise when I was delivering my pounding her, but now she was loud and animated. I was not the least bit mad, not even a little jealous, after all I didn’t love her. In fact I jacked off while listening to this girl being totally pleased by my roommate. I had never caused a female to make noises like she was making, but I still had no complaints. Anyway, too make a long story short, over the next 3 years I roomed with Matt, we each had our own separate bedrooms after that first year together. We became close during that time and I was awed by how desperately women wanted to fuck him. He literally had women arguing over him at times. I didn’t score nearly as often as he did but I got more than my share of nice looking women, even liked a couple of them. But I could not keep them, and I knew why, I simply did not have the proper equipment to fulfill them. So I did not allow myself to get to fond of to any one female. __________________ After College After graduating I went right to work. I got a job as a sales manager at for a carpet manufacturer. I met a woman at church and we fell in love and got married. Lori is a great woman, a natural beauty, strong family values, Christian upbringing, and most important, and amazing to me, she had only had one other lover while attending college. She was sweet, innocent, and a great person. She was, and still is, beautiful and sexy. I like the fact that she is pretty whether she wears makeup or not, and she has a sweet and caring personality. We have two children and a strong marriage. And best of all, she didn’t mind that I had a small dick, I don’t think she even realized it was small, that is, until a few years ago. Like many married couples, we tried to do things to keep things from getting boring in the bedroom. We started watching XXX movies and reading stories off the net. I noticed that she really got excited when reading stories about wives that loved cheating on their husband and fucking men with big cocks. Then she really liked the interracial stories, especially ones where the wife became a complete and total slut. I think she discovered a hidden alter ego in herself. Lori has always been such a nice person, everyone thinks she’s so sweet, caring, and compassionate, and she is. But these stories allowed her to fantasize that she was a bad girl, a tramp, and a slut. She liked it when I would tell her what a bad and nasty girl she was. The orgasms we had were spectacular. She asked me one night if I thought that the “large black man” myth was true and I started telling her about the shower stories. She got soaking wet as I described all those well built, black men walking around naked, proud that their huge dicks were so large. She had a huge orgasm that night as she fantasized about being in a locker room full of big cocked, black football players and fucking them all. It didn’t take long before we started talking about her fucking other well hung men all the time. I started downloading movie clips of hung black men fucking white women off of the Internet and showing them to her. These movies became like instant foreplay, she loved them and would instantly get soaking wet while watching them. By this time she had become more educated about men and realized my 4 inches was indeed inadequate. I loved seeing her get so hot and talking nasty, telling me I was small and she wanted a real man. I also knew she could handle a man that was much larger than me. Lori has wide hips and her pussy is not real tight on me. I also wasn’t surprised that I did not become jealous when she talked about fucking someone else, or started telling me how small I was. I purchased an eight inch jelly filled dildo that she absolutely fell in love with. I loved seeing her become so horny and want to desperately have orgasms. In fact, seeing her get so horny really turned me on and I had tremendous orgasms myself. She had opened up so much sexually and our sex life was at an all time high, even after so many years of marriage!! But once we were away form the bedroom Lori would tell me that it may not be good idea to cross that line. She said we should “leave that idea in the bedroom , just between us.” But I simply had to know how far she could be pushed. __________ Challenging The Line I bumped into an old college teammate of mine, he was in our building talking to one of my associates trying to sell us something to make us more productive. I met him after work that day and we had a couple of beers together. We drank a few beers and reminisced about the old days. I asked him if he ever heard from Matt. He told me Matt was working in a city about 200 miles away. That night I had a hard time sleeping, I wondered what Lori would actually do if a great looking black guy with a huge cock tried to seduce her and I worked up a plan in my head to see. The next day at work I called directory assistance and got Matt’s number. I left a message on his machine and he called me at home that night. He was glad to hear from me and we talked for a long time. Matt had never married and had a great job. I invited him up to come up to my house, meet my wife and spend a Friday and stay Friday night with us and he agreed. We made a date a few weeks in advance to get together. I did not tell him, or my wife, the real reason why I wanted him to come up. A couple of times before Matt was to visit, when Lori and I would have sex I would start telling her about Matt. I told her about the night he stood in front of the refrigerator and then my date left me to go fuck him. I told Lori I bet she would have done the same thing. Lori would really get worked up and I would fuck her with the dildo as I talked. I went in great detail about how big his cock was and how much he liked fucking attractive white women. I told her all the stories of me listening to him pounding women as they groaned and had loud orgasms. I also told her not to be surprised he if was attracted to her, he might even hit on her. She had a tremendous orgasms every night I talked about him. One day she asked me if the reason I had asked Matt to come over for the weekend was for her to get with Matt. I told her “of course not, I just want to party with my old friend, and I want you to meet him.” I tried to assure her that I had no intentions of any hanky panky going on, but I know she was suspicious that I had other motives, especially since all of the pillow talk about him. He came up on Friday morning and arrived before lunch, we took off work and played golf. Matt looked great. I almost forgot how good looking he was. He was in fantastic shape, he may have gained 10lbs over the years and he had shaved his head (because he was balding he told me), but he looked great and was very well built. During the course of playing I asked Matt why he never married. “Too many white women to keep happy my man.” This was the opening I needed. Matt went on to explain that he took on many lovers, all white women, many married. “Well, if you find Lori attractive, would consider teasing her some?” He laughed. “You white men are something. You get married, have kids, and after about ten or fifteen years of marriage you let your wives fuck other men, black men.” I was surprised at his frankness and knew that he must have had other married men watch him with their wives. “Look, I don’t want you to fuck her, I just want to see how she would react to another man, an attractive man, showing some interest in her. I want you to make her feel like she’s still sexy and attractive, which she is.” “What about you? How do you think it will make you feel if I hit on her?” “I think it will be great. I’m certain she’ll be flattered, but I’m also certain that she wouldn’t allow things to get very far, she’s religious and she loves me, but I do think she’ll fuck my brains out after you show an interest in her.” He chuckled again, then he began showing some interest. “Tease her some huh? So is she pretty?..….” We had a great round of golf, I won $50, and afterwards we had a few beers while talking about my plan. My little cock got hard thinking of the possibilities. I took the kids to mys to stay Friday night. Matt rode with me and the kids loved him. He made them laugh telling old football stories, he also charmed my in-laws. As we were driving back home we went over my plan once again. “You sure you want to do this?” “Of course I’m sure.” Lori came home from work and I introduced Matt to her. As much as he impressed my kids ands, he impressed Lori more. Just the way they looked at each other let me know that there was a very strong attraction. We talked a bit and Lori excused herself and went to change. She took a shower and she took a very long time getting ready. I really knew she was impressed with Matt when she came out in a nice sun dress, it was short and sleeveless and she had on a pair of matching strappy heels. She looked great!! She usually just put on a baggy pair of shorts and a loose fitting t-shirt to wear around the house. But she had re applied her make up, and painted her toenails and fingernails and was wearing an ankle bracelet. She saw the look of surprise on my face and simply winked at me. I just think she wanted him to find her attractive and it was obvious that he did. Lori and I sat side by side on the sofa and Matt sat across from us. We had a few drinks and Matt and I told stories on each other about some of our football days. Lori crossed and uncrossed her legs often, I figured maybe she was nervous. Once she had her legs uncrossed a bit while we were talking and I could see Matt checking her legs out. Then she got up once to use the bathroom. Matt told me “That is one fine fucking woman you got there, you positive you want to do this?” Lori came back and with more drinks, then it was time for me to grill the steaks. I instructed them to stay put and get better acquainted while I manned the grill. I told them that I would be back in 15 or 20 minutes. This was when I told Matt to use his charms to let Lori know that he thought she was attractive, and that if he weren’t my good friend he would like do his best to get to know her better. I was antsy with anticipation, I just knew Lori would get turned on by Matt showing interest in her and give me a great fucking that night. I went and put on the steaks. I then ran around to the front of the house to peak in the window and see how things were going. I had cracked the window earlier and I got closer to listen. They were still sitting across from each other but I noticed Lori once again had her legs uncrossed and Matt was staring at them. Matt was laying on the charm telling her what a lucky man I was and that I really had great taste in picking a wife. I had to go flip the steaks so I did and then I came back. I don’t know how he’d done it so quickly, but now he was seated beside Lori on the sofa, they had turned sideways and he was giving her a deep shoulder rub with his huge hands. Her eyes were closed and she was obviously enjoying the treatment. “How does that feel?” “That’s feels so good, you have such big strong hands.” Her eyes were closed as she enjoyed the attention. He then started rubbing down her arms, she did not resist. This was already farther than I expected things to go. I figured Matt would just talk his shit for fifteen minutes while I was gone, make her feel desirable and attractive, but he was touching her already…..and she was not only letting him, she seemed to be melting in his hands. I watched Matt sensuously massage her arms and shoulders as long as I could and then I had to get back to the steaks. I had one more chance to spy on them before the steaks would be ready. This time as I reached the window I was astonished to see Matt kissing her neck, and Lori was not stopping him, in fact, she had put her hair up! Lori was spread out and offering her neck to him and I could tell by the way she was moving and acting that he was making her hot. She looked relaxed and was enjoying the attention. “You know, maybe we should stop, Jerry is my good friend, and he’ll be back in a little while.” “Don’t worry, we can hear him when he comes back in in plenty of time to stop, so, you don’t have to stop, unless you want too.” Lori continued to offer her neck to him, he kissed her there a few more times. He then did something that astounded me. His hand slowly went down and pulled the hem of her dress. She did not have any panties on!!!!! At that moment I realized that Lori had been flashing him since we went into the living room…even when I was sitting right beside her!!!! I was shocked as I watched Matt slide his fingers into her pussy, and Lori actually raised her hip up to meet his large fingers as they entered her wet pussy and eagerly swallowed them up. She was fucking the mans fingers!!!!! I was now getting an empty feeling in my stomach, maybe this was not such a great idea after all. I mean I think I would let Lori to fuck him, but was not the way I envisioned things happening. I would have liked to think that she would have shown more a little more resistance to him. But because of what I was witnessing I think Lori had decided ahead of time that if he made a move on her, then she would let him go as far as he wanted. Pushed Too Far “We got to stop baby before I get too excited and can’t control myself.” He quickly stood up in front of her, the outline of his hard cock was plain to see s it looked like it needed to be freed from the confines of his tight shorts. She reached her hand out and traced her fingertips over his large pole. “But while your fucking Jerry tonight, while your riding his puny little white cock I want to think of my big black cock, think of how hard you have made me and what a bad girl you are to tease me like you have……and can you make me one promise? If anything ever happens between you two, or you ever get lonely, will you call me?” Lori stood up and straightened her dress leaned over and gave him a quick peck on the lips “I promise.” I quickly ran back to the grill, reflecting on what I had just witnessed. At least they stopped and I knew Lori was horny…….so was Matt, but I wasn’t worried about him. But it was to easy, I wished that Lori would have shown more restraint. My plan had failed. Hell, she had started the whole thing when she flashed him. I pulled the steaks off the grill and entered the house. Lori was already walking into the kitchen and Matt was just a few seconds behind her. Neither of them had any idea that I had seen and heard what went on. Matt went to the sink and washed his hands and we ate. It was a good meal and we all talked freely. After dinner it was past 10. Matt made the comment that he was tired. Lori and I both told him to go to bed and we’d take care of the dishes. He said he’d like to take a shower first. I told him he could take one in the kids bathroom and he then commented “Sounds good, I need a good nights sleep so I can kick your ass and get my money back tomorrow on the golf course.” Matt went down the hall and I could hear him as he started his shower. “What do you think of him?” I asked Lori. “He’s a very polite and nice man.” “I think he is very attracted to you and would fuck you if he had half the chance.” She had no idea that I saw them playing earlier. “Why would you say that? He’s your friend.” “Yes, and you’re a sexy white woman, his specialty.” We remained quite for awhile and heard Matt enter the guest bedroom and shut the door. “Why don’t you go take a shower, get in bed and wait for me. I’ll finish up in here.” Lori said. “Good idea.” I couldn’t wait to get her in the sack. She would be hot and ready tonight, so I guess my plan was a success after all. Tonight I’d have this hot and horny woman in my bed and I knew she’d drain every bit of cum out of me, and she did, but not as I had planned. __________ I started getting ready for my shower. The water was running and I was ready to get in when I realized there were no towels in our bathroom. I checked the bathroom closet, none there either. I slipped on a pair of shorts and started heading for the hall closet where we kept clean towels. I opened the door to the bedroom and saw Lori knocking on the doorway of the guest room. I ducked back behind my door. “What is she doing?” I thought. “Matt, can I talk to you for just a second.” I couldn’t hear Matt’s response but Lori then opened the door and entered the room. I had to know what was going on. I crept down the hall, she had left a crack in the door, enough of a crack that I could see her standing there and see Matt’s standing up by the bed, wearing a robe. “Where’s Jerry?” “Taking a shower, he’ll be out in a few minutes……Look I just want to know one thing, and I hope you’ll be honest with me.” “Ok” “Did Jerry ask you to come here to try to seduce me tonight?” Oh shit I thought, I may be busted. Matt took a few seconds to think. “To be honest with you…...no he didn’t, what would make you think that?” Now Lori took a few seconds to think, she lowered her head “I think I owe you an apology…….I’m sorry and embarrassed at the way I acted earlier…I thought…..” “Look…..I really don’t know what is going on here between you two….but please do not apologize for anything. Jerry is lucky to have such a sexy wife and I should apologize for what I did. I should never have tried to seduce my friends wife…..But I’ll be honest again, you have made quite an impression on me, and I just want to show you what you did before you go back to your room.” With that Matt untied his robe and dropped it to the floor. God he has such a perfect body, and his cock was rock hard and at full attention, it looked like large tree branch sticking out. Lori’s reaction was similar to the one the my date on the couch had years ago. Lori’s eyes could hardly believe what they saw. She starred in awe, not even blinking and her mouth was slightly open. She was speechless. Finally Matt picked up his robe and put it on. “Jerry will be finished soon, go take care of him, but never forget the kind of effect you have on me.” I practically ran down the hall and jumped in the shower. I soaped up and rinsed quickly. Maybe things didn’t go as planned but my buddy had done it. He made her so horny and I would get the rewards of his labor for many months. I got out of the shower and quickly dried off. Lori was back in the kitchen putting the rest of the dishes in the dishwasher. I got in our bed and waited for my horny wife to join me. My little dick was hard and I couldn’t wait to see how wet she was. I finally heard Lori walking down the hall and enter our bedroom. “I’m really horny tonight baby” I exclaimed. “Why are you so horny tonight?” she asked as she sat on her side of the bed and took off her anklet and heels. I’m not sure….I think Matt is really attracted to you and somehow that excites me…….see!!” I pulled back the sheets to expose my rock hard 4 dick. She smiled “Well I don’t know why you would say that….but I’m glad your in a good mood.” She had no idea I had seen and heard everything that had gone on that night. She was playing it so cool and I wondered if she would tell me her secrets. She stood up and walked around the bed and stood beside me. Lori raised her dress to reveal her pantiless pussy. “Put your fingers in me now.” Oh man she was hot tonight, she had to be really horny before she would ever act like this, and we were just starting!! I put my index finger in her. I had never before known her pussy to be as wet as it was now. I easily put my middle finger in and then my ring finger and pinky. I had all four fingers buried up to the knuckles in seconds flat. “Damn Lori!!!! Why are you so horny tonight?” She started humping my fingers. “I don’t know……maybe your right about your friend liking me.” I was momentarily taken back by her forwardness. “Really? What did he do?” “Just the way he looked at me…...and when you were cooking the steaks he told me if I wasn’t married to you he would want to fuck me.” “Your kidding?” I asked as if shocked. “Did he say anything else?” “He told me I made him hard, and he had a big cock.” “Did he try anything?” “Oh no. He was a complete gentleman.” She lied!!! For whatever reason this excited me more. She was fucking my fingers hard and her juices were literally running down them onto my hand. I started rubbing her clit with my thumb and she reacted loudly. This was by far the hottest I’d ever known her to be. “I wish I could have his big cock….I know how much he loves fucking white women, he told me.” I continued moving my fingers inside her and rubbing her clit. She was now rocking hard building up very quickly to a tremendous orgasm. “Oh God Jerry…..Would you let me fuck him?…Please…… I want his big cock so badly.” Now I was really shocked. For a moment I didn’t know what to say. A million thoughts ran through my mind. First my wife and I had been talking and fantasizing about this for years. Second, she made it clear (when she wasn’t hot and on the verge of orgasm) that she really didn’t want another man. Third, I had arranged this to get her horny. Fourth, she teased my friend because she thought I had put her in this situation, then she found out I was innocent (of course I wasn’t). Fifth, she lied to me about what had happened. She had seen his cock, and she wanted him, and now her desire for him was so strong she wanted my blessings to fuck him. This whole situation had become a tangle of lies and lust….and there were three people in my house very horny because of it. “Please Jerry….I’m cuming…..Oh God Yes I’m cumming……” Lori came hard on my fingers. I continued pumping her until her massive orgasm subsided. I foolishly thought that her fantasy was over and she was ready to finish me off. “Ok baby, now get on my cock.” “Can I fuck him….please…?” “Your serious?” “Yes….please baby…let me go fuck him…..don’t be mad, I love you but I have to have him. I’ll do anything for you, just let me go in there and be with him.” Once again this night I was shocked. But what could I do. Over the years I had been prepping Lori for this, and now I had pushed her over the edge. “What do I get out of the deal?” Lori reached out and took my small tool in her pretty hand and started stroking it. “I’ll suck you cock dry………I’ll swallow every bit of your cum….I’ll let you shoot it all over me anywhere you want, even my face….I’ll show you what a slut I can be.” Now, she had my interest. Lori has never swallowed, or let me shoot all over her face, and I’ve always wanted to do both. What could I say? “Alright……go fuck him if you want……but leave a crack in the door, I want to watch you.” Lori didn’t hesitate; she gave it no more thought. She smiled at me, said “thanks honey” and let go of my cock and walked toward the door. “I’ll be back in a bit.” This was all happening so fast!! I quietly followed behind and as she knocked on Matt’s door. “Yes?” “It’s me, Lori.” “Come in.” She slowly opened the door and entered, then she closed it, but not all the way. I could see Matt was in bed, a sheet pulled over him. He was sitting up, his back against the headboard reading the paper. “To what do I owe this visit?” He asked. “Matt, I want you to fuck me.” I could not believe it was Lori talking like this. “Really?...Does Jerry know your in here?” Lori slowly started walking towards him. Lori sat on the edge of the bed. “What if I told you he was passed out in bed and didn’t know I was in here. What if I told you that I didn’t want him to know that I want to suck your big black cock? Would you stop me because he’s your friend?” For once, for the first time in my life I saw Matt speechless. He just looked at my beautiful wife as she slowly pulled the sheet down across his belly and finally over his thighs. His cock was starting to grow again and it was impressive as it lay there across his muscular thigh, getting fatter and larger. She took her small hand and lightly traced his cock with her fingertips. “Jerry doesn’t know I’m in here rubbing your cock, so are you going to stop me? What if I told you I wanted to feel you explode and cum deep inside my hot pussy, would you care if Jerry knew?” His cock was rapidly growing to full size. “I really don’t care whether Jerry knows or not, do you?” Matt just nodded no. Lori was now stoking the full length of his shaft. Then she added her second hand and stroked him in a very seductive and methodical manner. She started working his pole with a tighter grip. “You’ve got a cock every woman dreams of and I’ve never wanted any man so badly before in my life.” Lori was wanking him pretty good now with both hands and Matt had overcome the initial surprise. “I don’t give a fuck if Jerry knows or not…….I know you want my big black cock……I knew you were a slut when I met you….oh yea that’s it…..you handle my cock just like a good horny slut……you’ve been fucking his little dick for so long and now you want a real man don’t you?” I had opened the door a bit further now without notice and could see them clearly. Lori was working his cock with precision, she could tell by his reactions what felt good and knew how and where to touch him with the right amount to pressure. My cock was about to explode. Now I was so excited at seeing this I could almost cum without touching myself. She continued working him and I wondered if her hands were getting tired. “Oh shit baby…your such a fucking tease, your too much woman for your small dicked husband.” Lori then lowered her head and started kissing the head of his rod. Then she licked the head, all over then made her tongue stiff and painted the shaft, up and down, all over his meat. Matt was relaxed and enjoying my wife’s efforts. Then she amazed me. She put his big thick cock in her mouth and ever so slowly went down on him. Now I realize that it’s easy for her to deep throat me, but I’m the only one she ever actually gave a blow job to. To see her relax her mouth and throat and work a 9 inch cock so far down was remarkable. She had evidently been paying attention to the stories and movies of white women that knew how to deep throat. After only a few minutes she had 1/2 of Matt’s mass inside her. “Goddamn woman your good with you mouth…….Oh shit yea……….” She came up off his cock, looked at him and smiled. She stroked his now wet cock with her hand. “You like the way I suck you cock?” “Fucking right!” She was looking him right in the eyes and put his cock in her mouth again. Then, while still looking at him with her pretty face she slowly descended on him, never taking her eyes away from his. When she was as far down as she could possibly go, she started slightly bobbing up and down on him. “Oh you horny slut…… you’re one of the best white cocksuckers I’ve ever had……….Oh Shit…….” She came back off his cock and was now stroking his full length in her hands. His cock shined with her saliva and I don’t know how he kept from cumming. “Will You Fuck Me Now, fuck my white pussy with that big black cock.” I had to touch my cock while I heard my innocent wife (what would the church members think if they knew…) talked this slutty language. As soon as I touched myself I shot my load all over the wall. I stayed hard however as Matt stood up and Lori pulled off her dress, she was sitting on the edge of the bed. Damn, all this excitement and she was still dressed!!! Lori spread her legs and Matt had his cock in his hand, walking into position between her legs. Matt simply inserted the large head into her pussy. “Lori you’re so wet…….tell me how much you want it.” She didn’t say anything; she just raised her legs around his hips. He pulled out. “Tell me you dirty fucking slut…tell me you want to fuck my big cock.” “Oh Matt Please Fuck Me With Your Huge Cock….Don’t Fuck Me Easy, Fuck Me Hard……..Please Give It To Me.” I saw Matt’s tight ass muscles tighten and he went about half way in. I knew that Lori could handle more than what I had, but was surprised at the ease in which Matt was able to enter her. “Oh that feels good doesn’t it baby?” “Oh God Yes…Fuck Me…..Fuck Me Hard Matt…..Please……..Do It NOW.” Matt slowly fed her hungry pussy all he had. When he finally bottomed out he gave her some short, fast thrusts. “Oh God Matt…….It Feels So……Oh Shit….So Fucking Good…….Oh Good Fuck Me Baby……Fuck Me With That big Cock……Fuck My White Pussy With Your Big Black Cock..” I always wondered if Lori could handle a large cock, now I knew she could…easily. It was kind of sad, now she knew the truth, we’d read about it, seen videos, and talked about it, but now she really knew. This night would change things, I lowered my head as my friend gave my wife a world class fucking. I just wondered what our future would hold. After a few minutes of self pity I looked back at my wife. She was now a slut and I knew it. Orgasms have different levels of intensity, and what she was now experiencing was on a level I could not come close to providing her with. Lori’s legs were wrapped tightly around his waist, her hands around his neck. Her face was red and she was actually screaming, cussing, and talking like a slut. His hands were beside her shoulders, his arms locked in position, he was overtop her, his large pipe totally in control and working hard. His ass muscles were working hard and he gave my wife so much pleasure. He had conquered another horny white woman, my wife. I walked back to my room, not worrying about being quite, they were far to loud to hear me leave. I heard her echoes down the hall…”Oh God Yes…..Oh GOD YESSSSS……OH GODDDDDD....” She was having many orgasms and they were running together. I got in bed and I could still her them clearly. The Matt came. Of all the times I had heard him fucking a women while we were roommates I never remember hearing him very much. It was always the women I heard. But now Matt moaned loudly as he came deep in my wife. How can a situation so hot, something that we’d talked about, make me fill so confused? ___________ They finally quieted down, I still could not sleep. About an hour later Lori came back in the room. I pretended to be asleep. She took a shower and then got in bed with me. I was so glad that she came back to our bed and did not sleep with Matt. She snuggled up against me and kissed my back. “I love you, please don’t be mad.” How could I be? After all this was something I started. Her hand reached down and took my little dick, she started stroking it. “I promised you something….turn over on your back.” I did and Lori started licking my small dick all over. I got hard quickly, in fact I was still excited about everything that had happened. She then easily deep throated me. “cum in my mouth baby.” I had been trying to get her to swallow for years and I could not resist this opportunity. I shot a load in her mouth and she greedily swallowed every bit of it. It was a very satisfying orgasm. She then snuggled up against me. “Your not mad are you?” “Of course not, I love you.” We both fell asleep. __________ They got together the next night too. I won’t go into great details except to tell you that Lori and Matt fucked in front of me on the living room sofa. Lori told me a few times how good his big black cock felt. Then Matt made Lori get on top as I watched her fuck him. He told her my little dick would be good for something and instructed me to fuck her in her ass. I could not believe that Lori went for it, but she did. So now my wife was getting a big black cock in her pussy, and my cock in her ass. She came hard, almost hyperventilating. The tightness of her ass caused me to cum too. I pulled out, sat back down and watched Matt cum inside her again. There is no doubt that Lori was now a slut and if anyone was to ask her about cock size, what do you think she’d say? _____________________ Our lives have changed since that weekend. Lori and I now fuck more often. She swallows me when she gives me blow jobs, lets me fuck her ass and she is more orgasmic than ever before. Matt also comes up ever 3 or 4 months or so to “clean her pipes.” Sometimes things just have a way of working out! Pushed Too Hard Lengthy intro time: First of all, this is my first work posted under this user name. I write most of my stories under a different nom de plume. I have a fine collection of H ratings on my stories, and only a few are trashed, most because of premise, some because the asshole didn't actually, you know, read the story. Back to this handle: I adopted it when I started going after some of the extremely lousy writing that began to show up on Literotica some years ago, and many of the worst offenders refuse to allow anonymous commentary. I reasoned if I pointed out some of the truly atrocious shit, and used my primary user name, my stories would be trashed by those I'd critiqued. Don't get me wrong: I hate criticism as much as the next guy, but when a 'writer' cannot demonstrate basic command of the language, better for that person to remain a reader. I'm caustic, and I know it and when someone writes, "Your an idiot," I tend to seize up. Eh, I'm CDO. (OCD, but I was compelled to get the letters in the right order.) Now, to the story: ***** I don't give a flying fuck what people do in the privacy of their own homes, bedrooms, whatever. That said, I find gay sex repugnant. Gay male more so than female — I am a straight male, after all — but all of it, really. I am also very concerned about the growing Gaystapo, and the McCarthGAYism in this country. I can think the Yankees are bums, and pull for my beloved Rays; but if I have a friend from Noo Yawk, we can root for opposing teams and remain friends; or, I can believe one political party has its shit together better than the other, and my sister (I KNOW) thinks I'm a moron for that); but we closed ranks behind our Dad when Mom passed away. See? It's about balance. But you opine gay marriage is wrong, and all hell will break loose. Happened to me. Settle back, and let me tell you about it. ++++++ I emerged from high school some twenty-five years ago, salutatorian of the class, with not a single scholarship offer to be sniffed. I had taken a huge variety of courses — science, English, French, history, PE, math, accounting — and I was either too generalized, or — more likely — too non-ethnic to attract the attention of the college recruiters. So, with my parents' approval, I told them all to go fuck themselves. Oh, not in those words, certainly, and in any event they never heard me, not paying attention as they weren't; but I walked downtown to the local USAF recruiter and signed up. I harbored a hope they would look at my French background and ship me off to DLI. Didn't happen; but something else wonderful did. I was trained as a company clerk. Bookkeeping. What I'd studied in high school. I attacked it with a vigor, gaining high marks within my flight. My company officer was almost on his knees begging me to re-up. I politely declined, to his anger and dismay; but I was a free agent. I took my new-found knowledge and education, plus the few college-level courses I'd been able to complete, and my GI Bill, and enrolled in a university to major in Business Admin and Accounting. Three-and-a-half years later, I emerged, ready to take on the world. As a bow to their sales skills, I fell under the spell of a Navy recruiter. I applied to, and attended, Naval Officer Candidate School. I was commissioned at age twenty-five, just a couple years short of the maximum age, and a couple years over the typical. ++++++ I spent twelve years in the Navy. I had intended to spend the bare-bones four-year requirement expected of an officer; but, they saw my abilities, and sent me to a rather prestigious MBA program. I appreciated it to the tune of staying longer than anticipated. Finally, though, institutional military life wore on me. I tendered my resignation and became a proper civilian for the first time in way too long. I took a month traveling, sunning, and just-short-of-hedonistic life. After, I hit the streets, looking for work, and found an excellent job paying almost double what I've made as an O4. I settled in, once again attacking my work with great vigour, and worked my way to a place of prominence, attracting notice along the way. ++++++ Then came the gay uprising. Suddenly, the subject of gay rights became a big fucking deal (pun intended). Civil unions, rights to be allowed with loved ones during times of hospitalization or (God forbid) hospice, wills and inheritance.

Again? Big mother fucking deal. Why did I care? Why WOULD I care? But, no, not enough to be tolerant. Not enough by a long shit. Shot, shit, either way. I was in my office one day, working on whatever it was i was working on. You know? Nose to the grindstone, honest day's work for an honest day's pay, what-the-fuck-ever. Now, I say office, but I really mean cube. I worked in a cube farm, ubiquitous in these days. A head popped over the side of my cube. It was Dave, resident flaming fag and troublemaker. Hey, I had no problem with him, personally; but he was always trying to find a reason to be offended. "Jeff, my MAN!" he gushed. I was *not* his man, and not even a particularly good friend, though I treated him as I would anyone else, with workplace respect. "Sup, Dave?" I muttered, hoping he wasn't going to engage me in a long conversation. "We're having a Gay Rights Rally down on the mall. Wanna come show your support?" He waggled his eyebrows. "Yes on Three next Tuesdee!" Yes on Three was a gay initiative to allow gay marriage.

Not a fan.

"Nah," I replied, "not too excited about it. I'm gonna keep working." I turned back to my spreadsheet and kept working. I also noted he had not moved. At length he said, "So, you one of those Bible-thumping shitweeds trying to force us back into the closet? You some kind of homophobic bitch?" I turned toward him, very slowly, locking eyes with him. He did not notice my voice recorder as I slid it from my desktop and activated it.

"If I choose not to support something," I said, flatly, calmly, "It's not of your god-damned motherfucking business." "You homophobic asshole!" he hissed. "You're gonna get your as fired!" "For what?" I asked. "For making a pansy stamp his little feet?" He lost it at that. He was screaming and swearing so loudly, security was called to remove him. ++++++ Might have thought that was the end. Not so much. A week later, I was called to my manager's office. "He's made accusations against you," he said. "I can imagine," I replied. Long pause; then, "Gonna have to let you go." I sat, stone-faced. "Reason?" I asked. "Your homophobic remarks," he replied. "Didn't make any," I said. I placed the recorder on his desk, and pressed PLAY. My manager said, after a long introspection, "You cannot record a fellow employee's conversations without permission." "So," I said, "that asshole can accuse me of anything, and I'm fired; and if I prove he's lying, I'm fired." Another very long pause. "We can't afford to lose the business because of your attitude." I sat there for a moment. "My attitude," I replied flatly. I rose; then, turning back to my manager, said, sotto voce, "I hate to tell you you're on my personal to-sue list." ++++++ I sued everyone involved, including Sugarbritches Dave. I made a couple hundred grand out of the deal, and put the business out of business, after the local media dug into the story 60-Minutes-style. I found other work, and they didn't care about my political or cultural leanings. Sorta the way it should be. ++++++ I still don't give a shit about the whole gay problem. Except, now: I hope they lose every time. Fucking faggots. Pushed Her whole body shook and she wouldn't look at him. He'd pushed her too far. "What do you need from me, Kayden?" "C-c-come ... h-h-h-h-here." Kayden felt Conner move to her and lay down, pulling her into him. He stroked her hair as sobs wracked her body. She hurt so badly. Her nipples, her ass - inside and out -, her pussy, even the muscles in her legs hurt. Conner turned her face to his and kissed her deeply, her tears soaking his face and chest. "You are such a good girl." He whispered and kissed her again. "I am so proud of you." Another kiss. "And, I love you so much." Kayden pulled away so that she could look at him. "I love you too, Conner James. When can we do that again?" Pusher This was originally an interactive story on Chyoo, and I want to thank all the other talented writers who submitted parts (although none of their parts will be included here). *********** I could tell something had changed. I'm not quite sure how to describe the difference, but it was as obvious as if the sky had changed color, or gravity had gone away. It wasn't an ill feeling, but as I turned off the alarm and pushed aside my covers, I had to shake my head a little, like I was trying to clear away cobwebs that weren't there. There was an echoing place inside my head now. I can only describe it as feeling like big, hollow cave that was dark and private. Not even the morning sun could touch it. I swiveled out of bed and started going about my day. Even a long shower couldn't make me feel quite right, but I began to get used to the feeling. By the time I was done getting dressed and got downstairs (all the way downstairs: I live in the attic room) I wasn't nearly as bothered by the feeling anymore. I was surprised to seem Mom up already. I had early class this morning, and usually didn't see her. She was obviously wasn't expecting to see me, as her bathrobe wasn't exactly cinched all the way. I could see the swells of her breasts and the nearly trimmed hair between her legs. "Oh god!" She quickly turned away and pulled her robe tight, blushing furiously. "Morning, mom," I laughed and started getting cereal and milk together. "I didn't hear you come down," she said. The blush was making her particularly beautiful right now. I have always had some very un-son-like feelings for her. Her eyes are a deep hazel and her hair long and auburn. Her lips are full and very red. I always associated her beautiful lips as perfect cock-sucking lips... tender and full. Her breasts have always been a fantastic asset to her as well. I don't know exactly, but I have always thought she was probably a D cup. I had often fantasized about my cock between them. She is a great dresser, and her cleavage has been tempting me since I was old enough to spell the word. "Sorry bout that," I replied. "Didn't mean to sneak up on you." The weird echoing place in my head was beginning to ring a little. As I spooned puffed corn into my mouth, I realized that I could sort of see my mother there, in the cave. It wasn't like a visual; it was just that she was there. She walked out of the kitchen, heading for the laundry room, and I realized that her presence in the cave faded as she moved away. She came with some clothes in hand and I felt her presence strengthen in my mind. "Wow. That's weird," I said. "What is?" she asked me, pausing on her way out of the kitchen. "Nothing." Don't leave. The thought sort of slid, echoing through the cave and into my mother there. "Don't leave," she said, and turned to walk out. "What?" I asked. "Dunno why I said that..." She looked a little confused. "The thought just popped into my head." What the hell? That was something. That was amazing. The thought had come from me, moved, echoing through the cave and entered her mind. I wondered if the thoughts I could send were just words or actual thoughts. Obviously, I couldn't just send commands... that didn't work. I was sending thoughts. That was... I don't know what that was. Bizarre. I wanted to try this out. I want to stay in the kitchen. I moved the thought into her. At the doorway she paused and looked around, then put the clothes down on the table and headed over to the coffee percolator. "I better have some coffee before I go," she said, pouring herself some. OK. That could have been coincidence. I couldn't help myself: I want to open my bathrobe. My mother put the newly poured cup of coffee on the counter and undid the rope belt that held her bathrobe closed. She slid it open. God she was beautiful! Full, round breasts with largish, pink nipples. Her pubic hair had been neatly trimmed into the perfect exclamation mark. Her belly was flat, but she was over 40, and her body was obviously just a little round. I was immediately hard. Her face flushed bright red. "What the hell am I doing?" She started to pull the robe closed. "What was I thinking..." I want to leave it open. I don't mind if he sees me. I felt a resistance there, as my words tried to slide into her. The pressure built up in my mind as she resisted. Her hands paused as she started to close her robe, but did not stop. I pushed harder, and the words, one by one, moved through the cave and into her. Her hands stopped. Then reversed. Her robe remained open. God I wanted to touch her. But maybe now was not the time... Maybe I should learn more before I acted. What had happened to me? I couldn't help it. I knew it was getting late, and I would probably miss class, but my lust for her was beginning to drive me crazy. Fuck your son. Wham! My mind was reeling. The though slid through the cave and crashed into a wall of resistance harder than rock. It ricocheted through my brain and I felt like me teeth were loose. Balance tipped crazily and I crashed to the floor. "Are you ok?" Mom ran over to me and was looking over me, her robe still open and her heavy breasts inches from my face. Her beautiful hazel eyes held concern. "What happened?" "I...," I couldn't really think or speak. I guess I couldn't just do anything I wanted. I shook my head. Her nipple was so close... I could just take it between my lips and... she would probably slap me silly. I tried to collect my thoughts. "I'm ok... just got a little dizzy," I lied. She helped me up into my chair again. A stinging headache was touring the front of my brain. I sat there for a little bit, sipping Tang while the pain and ringing subsided. "Do you need an aspirin or anything," Mom asked. "No, I'm ok. Thanks". Maybe I could get in a back door. Bit by bit, as it were. I'm worried about him. I want him to be ok. That slid in really easily. I will do anything I need to to make him feel better. That one went in pretty easy too. I don't think her subconscious guardian was careful enough about the "anything". Having my robe open is making me horny. That went in fairly easily too. I felt a slight resistance at first, but it didn't take to much push to make it go. Maybe she had a little exhibitionist in her. Maybe letting him suck on my breasts will help him feel better. I released that one pretty carefully, and watched it crash into a wall and come slamming back at me. I was prepared for it this time and managed only another swell of headache from it. The room spun for a second but I got it back under control pretty quickly. Maybe I was taking the wrong tack? I thought I should try some groundwork first. My son has sure grown up. He's turning into quite a fine man. Easy. He's pretty attractive. I bet all the women love him. I bet he's great in bed. Even that one wasn't too tough. I wonder how good he is? The thought went in, but it took some pushing. I want to find out how he is in bed. I saw the crash coming, but with the groundwork laid, it didn't really come. The thought sort of stopped, but it didn't ricochet back at me. I increased the pressure. My head was beginning to throb. I felt like I was trying to push a board through a pillow... it would give, but it wouldn't actually penetrate. Then it was like something popped, and the thought began to move slowly, grindingly in. I saw fire in her eyes. Her mouth was open slightly, and her breathing was just a little shallow. Her fantastic nipples were hard as rocks. I'm going to seduce him. The thought went in easily. The groundwork was laid. She was mine. I got up and moved into the living room. "I'm going to go watch some TV," I said. "OK. I'll come in there with you." One hand trailed down over a breast. I went and sat down on the couch and flipped on the TV. I tossed through a dozen channels looking for something I could pretend to watch, while mother came and sat beside me. He robe was totally open now and her thigh was touching mine. I could feel the heat off of her. We watched some show for a minute or two in silence... I don't remember what it was, and her hand slowly rubbed her knee. Finally, her hand slid over to my knee, rubbing gently. "You seem tense," she said, "my poor little boy. Can I help at all?" Her mouth was close enough to my ear that I could feel the warmth of her breath. Her red-coated fingernails scraped over my thigh, bringing my skin to goose bumps. I was pretty tense. My erection was at full mast and straining against my shorts. "Maybe I could relax you a little...," she said. "Is there anything I can do?" "I'd love a backrub," I said. "Alright," she purred. "Why don't you sit down on the floor and I'll sit behind you on the sofa?" We re-arranged and her hands were soon working my shoulders. I could feel the warm weight of her enormous breasts against the back of my head as she worked the knots from my shoulders. She smelled amazing. One of her hands stroked my hair, massaging my scalp as her other slid over my shoulder and down across my chest. I was fantastically hard. "Mom, that feels so good," I moaned. "Good. I want my little boy to feel good," she replied. "Why don't you lie down on the couch here, so I can give you a proper rub?" I stood up and was about to lay face-down on the couch, when her hand touched my arm. "For a proper rub, you should probably take off your shirt," Her eyes were on mine. "Ok, mom," I said and took off my shirt. I started to lie down again. "You should probably take off your shorts, too... so I can get your thighs," she said, demurely. In her mind, I didn't know what was going on. I took of my shorts and underpants, watching her moist lips part and her tongue dart over them as I exposed my rock-hard member. I lay down on the couch. Soon, I felt her hands on my back, working over my shoulders and down my spine and lats. She had wonderfully strong but delicate hands. She worked down over my butt and eased tension from my thighs. With each rub she was pulling my legs apart bit by bit. Soon I had one leg off the couch. Her hand was on the inside of my thigh, her fingers barely touching my scrotum. I couldn't believe how hard I was. I have to have his cock in my hand Nothing to it now... the seeds had been planted. "Baby, why don't you turn over," she asked. There was a breathless anticipation in her voice. I rolled over and felt my cock pointing straight up. "Close your eyes, honey," she said soothingly. I closed my eyes and felt her hands stroke over my chest down my stomach to my thighs. They trailed down to my knees and then back up, pausing at my hip before I felt her hand wrap around my hard cock. "Oh god, mom..." I whispered. "Does that feel good?" she whispered back, beginning to move her hand slowly up and down my shaft. "Oh yes, mom..." She continued to stroke me, slowly, using just the right amount of pressure, moving up and down. God she was good. I felt her mouth move next to my ear. Her voice was a heady whisper. I love to talk dirty. It turns me on "Do you want to cum for mommy? Does her hand feel good on her baby's cock?" Her stroking got a little faster. "I so want you to cum, baby. Cum for your mommy." "Oh god mom..." "Does baby want to cum right now?" My hand cupped her heavy, hanging breast and I could feel her hard nipple pushing against my hand. "Do you like mommy's tits?" Her hand moved even faster. I was going to cum, soon. "Mom, I'm going to cum!" "Yes baby! Cum for mommy! Cum all over her beautiful titties!" She raised herself up so that her breasts were over my cock as her hand continued to stroke me. With a sudden jerk, I came, hard, spurting my white cum all over her tits and nipples. Her head went back and she shuddered, cumming at the same time. Her hand continued to stroke me gently as my orgasm faded. Cum dripped from her magnificent breasts. I looked at her, drinking in her tumbling auburn hair, and her heavy, naked breasts still shining with my cum. I was thinking about all the things we could do together... This was a whole new world. To Be Continued...